Thrynne listened to the horns call and obediently lowered her weapons in surrender. The man who had been crossing swords with her brought his stroke short and backed off a pace. The odds of a tactical victory had been long. Thrynne had not entertained any fantasies of anything but a brutal day of fighting, followed by either the obligations of defeat or a hard won stalemate. It appeared that the ambush had failed to stop the enemy from reinforcing the front while she and her shield sisters had held the line, so the general had opted for plan B. The small provincial army Thrynne was a part of was too small to significantly slow the Armies of Valkam if they fought to conclusion. The gods of the Valkan people demanded offerings for victory though, and by surrendering in bulk, Thrynne and her shield sisters would create a logistical halt to their enemy's advance. Thrynne had taken up her weapons to defend her home with her life, by surrendering to will of the gods of Valkam she would do just that.
 
 
 The enemy soldier she had been fighting approached and demanded that she surrender or fight. Thrynne had seen this man acquit himself well during the fight. Thrynne was the most skilled sword in her shield and her shield was renowned as one of the best in the army. Her conqueror had cut through two of her shield sisters as though they were blades of grass on his way to her. Thrynne had no doubts how the fight between them would have ended if she didn't find a way to win before he swung his sword ten times. The man was obviously a veteran but still young and good looking. Thrynne thanked both the titans and the gods for that small favor. She had seen older men being calloused and rough when dealing with prisoners, and rookies were even worse. Thrynne offered her sword, hilt first, to the soldier and dropped her shield. As the two of them walked clear of the battle ground where the wounded and dying lay to get out of the healers way, her captor accepted her sword and inspected the markings on the hilt that proclaimed her a veteran of two battles, adherent of the titan Dohm, and a virgin.
 
 
 "Your oath?" The man said, his eyes showing excitement while his face tried to remain hard and hostile. The man had a rugged cut to him, where he wasn't lean muscle, he was hard angles. While his face was hard, it was still picturesque. He looked like the heroic statues the few followers of gods in Thrynne's home would put at the entrances to their small temples. He was taller than Thrynne by a quarter of a head. While he was bigger than Thrynne, his muscular physique was still lean and nimble looking.
 
 
 Thrynne resisted the urge to giggle, she was defeated and doomed after all. The soldiers eagerness for what came next was flattering, though, and she couldn't help but feel excited with the adrenaline rush her impending doom had brought about. She had seen her captor fight bravely, and she wanted to reward his courage. He had been at the front of it and as such, could have picked any of the women in Thrynne's shield to be his and he had walked straight to her without a single sideways glance. She made up her mind to give him no reason to regret accepting her surrender. She knew what he was looking at, she was a little surprised he desired it so much though. Her hair was worn short in a practical cut for fighting, she couldn't be bothered to tie it away or risk it becoming a hindrance as most of the army did. While she cut it short she was proud of the rich warm color and shine it possessed and cared for what she had. It hung longer at the sides and framed her face and a small tail of hair snaked towards the center of her back. Her skin was neither the pale white of a rich city dweller, nor the swarthy dark of a country girl. Her cream colored flesh marked her a product of the tame lands around her town, neither country nor city. She was skinny, her hips were only thinner than her shoulders by a few finger widths. Most to her own chagrin her chest didn't measure up to most of the women around her. Her breasts came a finger and a half short of a palm's breadth away from her ribcage as opposed to the voluptuous chests of most of the women being claimed by other soldiers around her. It was at her chest the man stared though, when he wasn't looking directly into her eyes. Their eyes were alike in color. Sometimes grey, sometimes green or blue depending on the light. With fiery slashes of an almost golden brown glimpsed when one stared deep enough, as he was doing now.
 
 
 His eyes had a calming effect on Thrynne, other women were trembling so bad you could literally hear knees knocking together. Other women were pissing themselves as they went through the ritual of surrender that warriors of both the gods and the titans were sworn to follow. Thrynne gazed into the man's eyes and felt fate. From the time she had first had the light of this world upon her, she had been destined to give herself up to this man and honor him by sacrificing her body to his gods.
 
 
 Thrynne pulled her fighting tunic over her head and unfastened her combat skirt. As the tough garments with their mail and plates released her from their weight, the enormity of what she was doing came upon her. She was dying, though she yet drew breath and would continue for some time yet, this act was sealing her fate. Thrynne now noticed that while her hands did not shake thanks to the serene calmness the man's gaze gave her, she was still breathing as hard as she had during the battle. Her hands reached up behind her neck to untie her under apron. While doing so her chest pouted out and the man couldn't help but turn his gaze to her heaving chest. Other, more endowed women were spilling bare out of their garments all around him but he had eyes only for her. Her breath quickened again, but with something other than fear. Thrynne couldn't explain why but she was now looking forward to the rest of her capitulation as well. She untied the strings but with a flash of inspiration, she put the ends in her mouth, not letting the top drop away as she bent down to pull the waistlines over her hips. As she bent over she smiled up at him through her bangs and found his expression of desire to be everything she had hoped for an more. She reached down and pulled off her ankle length boots and set her bare feet upon the grass. With one final breath she stood facing her captor and let the strings slip from her lips. The single piece undergarment slid away gracefully, exposing her nude body before her captor. His own breath seemed to stop suddenly as he beheld her.
 
 
 Thrynne looked desperately into his eyes now, she could hardly breathe and needed her breath to perform the most important step of the ritual. The step that would kill her. Her captor tore his eyes from her naked flesh as if he had read her mind. He nodded ever so slightly while holding her gaze, and it was enough. She dropped to her knees before him and began to recite the oath of captivity.
 
 
 "I, Thrynne of Bischette, am defeated. I kneel before you with only my life. You who have bested me, tell me the name of my better." She recited.
 
 
 "Thorik, man of Rhal, leader of the fifth spear, first cohort, of the 15th legion of Valkam. Thrynne of Bischette who kneels before me, defeated and shamed, how shall you bear your disgrace?"
 
 
 It felt surreal. She had practiced the lines for this day so many times. She had practiced his lines too, but as she went through the ritual, she couldn't imagine things the other way around. This was as she felt it had to be. As he said the words of shame her heart skipped beat after beat. She could feel the flush come into her cheeks as his eyes played over her flesh. Her groin began to itch as well. The shame of losing was causing her more excitement than she would ever have believed. She continued the ritual.
 
 
 "I have misused my life and come to ruin, I would have Thorik, man of Rhal, decide the fate of one such as me." That was it. She was dead now. She would finish this ritual and most likely march back to Valkam to be sacrificed to their gods many days or even months from now, but the words that sealed her fate were out of her mouth. She marveled that now it was over with, she wasn't the least bit afraid.
 
 
 "I accept your life, Thrynne of Bischette. I will dispense it as the gods see fit." Thorik said above her. She decided she liked the way he said her name. She and her friends pronounced it not quite but almost like Threeneh. Either by accent or ignorance Thorik said it as Thrinah. Thrynne was chatel for the gods so she knew it couldn't be true, but she thought she heard endearment in his voice. Even though her fate was sealed, Thrynne had one final duty to perform in this ritual. Thinking Thorik might like her and remember her for it gave her some encouragement.
 
 
 The final part of the ritual was not required, although the captive had no say one way or the other. Thorik seemed eager to continue, though. Thrynne stayed kneeling as Thorik edged closer. He had removed his sword belt earlier and now made to undo his breeches but Thrynne moved in to stop him and rested a hand on his thigh near his groin. She found the spot where his pants were laced and slowly eased him out of his garment. She had never seen a man up close before, as he came out at eye level Thrynne suddenly wondered how anyone could keep something so big hidden.
 
 
 "Showing this gal a real titan huh, Thorik?" Came a call from somewhere behind Thrynne. She turned to see her shield leader, Kyei, sucking on the member of the man who had spoken. Thrynne was shocked at first by the disparity between Kyei's mouthful and her own, then more so at the scene around her. For one who had never seen a manhood before, she could now claim to have seen more than anyone she knew. All about her shield sisters knelt and serviced their captors in oath of their capitulation. None of the trouserless men around her came close to the... titan in her hands. Some of them had nothing at all and pleasured the women of Valkam who chose to continue the ritual. Thrynne felt a little proud as she turned back to her final task. She began to lick along his shaft and was delighted to hear his moans begin almost instantly. She had practiced this part of the ritual too and was glad to see that it had not been in vain as his already large and stiff rod began to get harder and, shockingly, larger too.
 
 
 When the tip beaded with moisture she took it into her mouth and lightly ran her tongue around it and then plunged her head forward. Her jaw began to ache right away as she took him in. How was she to manage this with him being so large? Her earlier pride made her feel a little foolish as this was just making her last responsibility in life even harder. She had her resolve though, and would not abandon it. Thrynne started to pump her head back and forth in a steady rhythm, pushing her partner deeper with every thrust. She wasn't sure how long she had been pumping back and forth along his shaft but she could tell he was close a moment before his hand grabbed the back of her head and held her in place. Her nose was buried in his pubic hair and though her eyes fluttered open in surprise there was nothing to see save hair and flesh as he exploded in her throat. As she felt the hot surge flow down towards her stomach she absurdly thought about how she had not eaten since last nights meal.
 
 
 Thorik released his grasp and she disgorged his prodigious manhood. As she sat, gasping for air and licking her lips to keep the last spurts in her mouth she looked up at her man. When had she become so attached to this person who had been trying to kill her only minutes ago? She swallowed the last of his leavings looking up to him and wondered how he would bind her before walking away. Everything from now on was a mystery to her with not even a hint of what to expect. It was amazing to her how readily she accepted that.
 
 
 To her surprise, Thorik had finished disrobing as she had pleasured him. He knelt next to her and shook out his legionnaire issue bedroll, a long, sturdy, sheet of waterproof cloth with a softer cloth and pillow sewn on the sleeping side. With the practiced motions of a man who wanted to get to sleep quickly when he was going to he flicked the sheet out on the grass. With a clumsier motion of a man who was doing something for the first time her eased her down onto his roll. Thrynne was confused but sworn to not resist. Her confusion turned to outright shock as he spread her legs and brought his mouth down upon her genitals.
 
 
 She cried out in surprise and pleasure as he went to work. His motions were awkward and unpracticed, but his enthusiasm made up for lack of skill. Coupled with the excitement of surrender, Thrynne was flooding in mere moments.
 
 
 Thorik took his head away and surveyed his handiwork. The two fingers he pushed inside her slit came back covered in her arousal. Nodding to himself as if steeling for another battle, he took his still standing manhood and began to prod her in preparation. Thrynne obediently held still but could not help voicing her confusion.
 
 
 "I thought you were to give me to the gods?"
 
 
 "I am. You are to hang on a victory pole, or go to the capital to meet what fate you may find there. But Oum, queen of the gods and bringer of life and death, will be greater served if I am to sire a child with you. I confess I'm hoping to give her the greater honor today." Thorik said while looking into Thrynne's eyes.
 
 
 Thrynne couldn't identify all the emotions that went into the sound she made. It was part nervous whimper, part aroused sigh, part permission. Thorik looked as though he would treasure the memory of the noise to the end of his days. With the look of a famished man with a feast before him, he drove himself into Thrynne.
 
 
 She knew it would hurt, she had heard all the older women say so. A hot lance of pain as she stretched and tore rushed upwards. Despite the pain, Thrynne didn't flinch, or try to get away. She felt crazed as impulse and instinct drove her hips towards the pain. Soon the feel of ripped flesh seemed to stop just short of her heart as Thorik buried himself to the hilt. Thrynne knew he couldn't be that deep but the searing pain made her pant and tremble as if he had skewered her all the way through. For all that, she still wrapped her legs about him even as she clutched impotently at the fabric of the bedroll. Thorik waited atop her, his face somehow in contrast with itself in naked lust and heartfelt concern. He supported himself with his left arm and reached down to wipe away tears. Thrynne felt the pain subside as the hand that had been raised against her now sought to ease her suffering. She looked into his eyes and found her breath quickening again as she realised how like hers they were. She thought that their child would have the same eyes and at the notion her pain eased away. She reached up to cup his cheek in her hand.
 
 
 At her gesture Thorik began to piston back and forth, at first awkward and frantic, but then settled into a brisk rhythm. Thrynne smiled up at him as a new feeling began to replace the pain. She began to gasp and sigh as pleasure, still tinged with sharp pains, began to arc through her. Pleasure shot through her back, causing it to arch. Pain stung in her groin, making her legs squeeze Thorik tight. The pleasure wasn't building fast enough, and she even wanted the pain to return. She wanted it all, and wanted more of it. As his tempo increased Thrynne began to moan more loudly and egg him on.
 
 
 She felt his hot warmth explode into her belly and for a moment sighed in disappointment at things being over. Thorik simply gave a grunt that almost lasted long enough to be a growl, shifted his grip and resumed plunging on. Thrynne cried out in pleased surprise as their hips once again began to clash. Her man was a soldier, and had a soldier's endurance. Being unprepared, she found that he pushed past her tenseness and gouged her out even deeper. It took mere moments for her to reach a climax of her own. She cried out as he pounded her with the same ferocity she had felt from his sword. Hearing her seemed to give him more momentum than he knew what to do with. He put his hand behind Thrynne's shoulders and pulled her chest against his. His lips came down upon hers and her mouth opened greedily to accept his tongue. Their bodies had combined and mixed from head to toe now, Thrynne thought. She decided it was a pleasant thought. She brought her arms around his neck and tried her best to merge with him. She was climaxing constantly now and Thorik had sowed more seed in her than she could believe. As she gave another satisfied cry while Thorik spilled inside her, a rough voice called out.
 
 
 "Thorik! Enough already! If she's not for Oum's glory after that, she must be barren."
 
 
 As Thorik muttered something horribly unkind about his centurion, he showed Valkan discipline removing himself from Thrynne and dressing in moments. Thrynne looked around and noticed that they had been the last group of captor and captive to rise. Bound captives were looking at her with laughter in their eyes. Valkan soldiers allowed the mirth to spill out of their throats as well, teasing Thorik thoroughly as he dressed and armed himself once more. Thorik dressed Thrynne in his cloak and tied her hands together lightly. Thrynne would not betray her oath by running away. Thorik was as good a man as Thrynne had ever met and she decided that bearing his child would be a worthy thing in the eyes of his goddess. Thorik and his fellow soldiers shepherded their captives into groups depending on who had captured them and whether the captive had given birth before or not. The women who had given birth or had been mated several times had green strings tied around their throats to signal that they could be sacrificed freely. A healer who had marched while in the early stages of pregnancy had a blue string tied around her neck and was told not to take it off until the army had marched, she was free to do as she pleased otherwise. The men worked quickly as they could, and soon Thorik was tying a red string around Thrynne's neck and looping a cord attached to the rest of the prisoners through the knot. One of his passing fellows began to tease him as he tested the loop around her neck to make sure it wasn't too tight.
 
 
 "Look at Thorik, pampering his first captive. If you're that glad to have popped your cherry, you better mark her so you can make sure she gets a fat belly." The man handed Thorik a small stick of charcoal and walked off chuckling. Thorik was blushing as Thrynne was sure she was also.
 
 
 "A virgin? I was sure you had seen action." She said, trying desperately to keep from sounding pleased to have been his first.
 
 
 "All my other fights were against beasts or goblins. This is my first victory over a human army." He said as he pocketed the charcoal and instead traced his finger on Thrynne's chest. A small tingling sensation and faint light made Thrynne look down to see that he had used a spell to put his mark on her sternum. "The charcoal might wash off. The gods will have their due, but I would keep you if they shall allow it." He said while blushing in earnest now. Thrynne was so shocked at his rare skill and his declaration that she could only nod sheepishly in reply. A loud cheer broke them from their private tryst and drew their attention towards the commotion.
 
 
 "Looks like they've started." Thorik said.
 
 
 As Thrynne watched, the commander was led into a clear spot where everyone assembled on the battlefield could see. This part Thrynne was familiar with, as she had just gone through it herself. The surrender of the general was the formal end to a battle though, and always done where all captives and soldiers could see. Her commander was still clothed and carried her sword as they walked. The two commanders stopped in a place where Thrynne and Thorik could hear what passed between them as her leader handed over her sword.
 
 
 "I told you that one day I would beat you and claim you, Brindally." The Valkan general said. Thrynne could see on the man's bare shoulder the mark that her own general carved into those she defeated and released. The severe effect of the mark was only surpassed by the severity of the man himself. Like Thorik, he was large and muscular. Bright red hair streamed backwards over a face that was sharp as a blade. The red of his eyebrows lent a severity to his expression that seemed to issue commands without the need of his mouth.
 
 
 "So you did Kahl, you're much stronger than you were back then." Thrynne's commander Brindally replied. Even though she was defeated she stood proudly. The gaze she directed at her captor was neither defiant nor fearful. She seemed to have the expression of a proud older sibling.
 
 
 "You remembered? Of course you remembered. I forget that your attention to detail is what makes you so fearsome. Tell me true, did you surrender an army this size intentionally? The tally is not done but I suspect we will have enough to sacrifice all the way back to Valkam's gates and just enough left over for the festival preparations. Even though my victory clears the way to the capital, I cannot deny the gods such a bountiful offering. So I must turn away from my goal of conquering Bischette." Kahl said. He too looked over his opponent with a warm familiarity, he also looked disappointed as he asked if she had given him his victory. Brindally giggled as she kicked off her boots and began to unfasten her cloak. A murmur went up from the crowd as Brindally's tall and full figure was exposed. Her Full breasts seemed to stretch her tunic and her round hips bulged just the right amount to have a man thinking of child making whether he wanted to or not.
 
 
 "Do not doubt that you have defeated me, my worthy rival." She said as she brought her tunic up over her head. Her long red hair fell gracefully across her back and about her shoulders. As she began to unfasten the short combat skirt she continued. "You stopped me brilliantly with that advance force at the bridge. You kept your army from taking any of the bait from my feints. You surprised me completely with your speed at Terma. You yourself rode into the the teeth of my ambush to keep your legions from becoming separated. No lesser general could have stopped me so thoroughly, my campaigns should tell you that. I cannot allow the nation that has given me so much honor to fall simply because I'm too proud to know I am beaten. This army and my body shall be sacrificed to protect Bischette. I was bound to lose one day..." Glancing up at him through the hair that framed her face with an undisguised look of desire, she began to undo the strings to her under-apron. The crowd of victorious Valkans began a cheer that drowned out the commander's words but Thrynne saw her lips form the words: "I'm glad it was you."
 
 
 Thrynne was sure that even those in the back of the press could see Kahl's massive bulge in his pants as Brindally slowly let the top half of the garment fall to her waist where she held her hand to draw the show out further. The sight of her bosom spilling forth was amazing, each breast bounced forth and hung as if eager to be fondled. Brindally then pulled the waist string around her hips, allowing the string to drag seductively before the garment finally gave way. The roar from the Valkans was deafening, and Thrynne could see that even though many of the men had just finished accepting oaths of their own, they were ready to go again at the sight of the consummation of their victory. She noticed Thorik kept glancing away towards her as if he was eager to take her again, Thrynne rubbed her thighs together and hoped that it would come to pass. In the space before the army, Brindally kneeled at Kahls feet mouthing the words to the oath of captivity with a smile on her face. Her cheeks were as red as her hair and her chest heaved with her excited breath. She finished the words and went on to the deed, taking Kahl's manhood in her mouth. Much like Thrynne had done earlier, Brindally sucked and licked as if it was her first meal in days. It did not take long before Kahl was spilling his seed into her throat.
 
 
 As if it had been some kind of signal the Valkans who had claimed women that day began to mate again. Thorik grabbed Thrynne around the waist and simply sat down, impaling her on his lap. A gasp burst from Thrynne's lips as she felt herself filled and she arched her back and bared her neck as Thorik began to playfully bite her.
 
 
 As she was taken, she watched as Kahl pulled Brindally onto his lap as well piercing her roughly. Brindally was famous for being an unbeaten virgin general and Thrynne watched as her back arched and her hands rose as if to clutch at something behind her in instinctive response to the pain. She cried out Kahl's name loud enough to be heard over the throng of cheering Valkan soldiers and moaning captives. Brindally gasped in that pose for a few moments as Kahl looked down at her blood in his lap and smiled as if in disbelief. As Brindally lowered her hands to Kahl's knees he leaned forward and greedily sucked upon her right breast. Brindally closed her eyes and shuddered, tilting her head to one side and pushing her chest forward to offer more of her breast to Kahl. Kahl took her left breast in his hand and hefted it away from her chest as if testing the weight. He said something Thrynne could not hear but he bared his teeth in a wolfish smile. Bryndally looked at him with a shocked and somewhat scared expression then glanced at her breast in his hand. Nervously she licked her lips and nodded. She spoke a few words and pouted out her chest to the limit as she gripped his legs tightly. She then watched as Kahl pulled her breast toward his mouth, slowly licked around her erect nipple, then harshly closed his teeth on a mouthful of her flesh. Brindally cried out again over the crowd and she clenched her own teeth as Kahl's dug into her bosom. She watched without flinching as he bit down mercilessly then gasped as he opened his mouth again. A small trickle of blood ran down Kahl's chin as he released his bite, and smiled a softer smile as he resumed pumping into her. Brindally looked down at the teeth marks surrounding her left nipple as her hand brushed over the mark she had cut into his shoulder some years before. She smiled and the two laughed together before they kissed passionately and continued copulating before the crowd of mating armies.
 
 
 Once again, Thorik finished inside Thrynne. As he clutched her from behind he rested his chin on her shoulder and they sat panting cheek to cheek as Kahl and Brindally walked off to where the command tent was being set up. Kahl took his prize that he had coveted for years and began to mate with her again on a rug set out before the tent under construction and was calling out orders even as he thrust into his woman.
 
 
 "Look, here come the bravest." Thorik said into her ear as they sat, still joined. Thrynne could feel him stiffen a little inside her as she looked to where he gestured with his chin.
 
 
 This was something Thrynne had been curious about, her own religion offered their sacrifices to the titans of Mesk. As such, those who had sworn the oath of captivity to her armies were taken home and enrolled in stables where they would be trained by acolytes of the various titans in the proper rituals, etiquettes, and techniques they would use to publicly offer themselves. The Valkan gods required no such display, offerings to them were often taken to an altar and restrained as they met their fate at the hands of a priest or priestess. Since Thrynne's fate was either to bear Thorik's child or be sacrificed to the pantheon he worshipped, she watched with rapt attention.
 
 
 In the space before the army a small procession was being led out by a woman dressed in armor that seemed more ceremonial than functional as it left much of her skin exposed. Thrynne knew her to be a Valkyrie of Rhal, the rare warrior priestesses of the Valkan gods. Following her were men dressed as warrior priests of Rhal carrying large stakes and cords of wood as well as several yokes with pots. The women being led forth were not tied or being coerced and also carried yokes with pots hanging from either end to the center of the field where the battle had been fought. The women were completely naked and while no one forced them to walk, they were visibly trembling as they trod toward their doom.
 
 
 "These are volunteers from amongst your army, they are only offered the chance to volunteer if they were seen to fight bravely. It is an honor to have such a good place to view their sacrifice." Thorik whispered to her as the men who had claimed their women vigorously before now slowed their pace or stopped all together in difference.
 
 
 The Valkyrie stopped the procession on the most blood soaked part of the ground and the warrior priests began to erect the stakes where she pointed. The volunteers were relieved of their yokes and knelt in a line before the Valkyrie. The Valkyrie approached the most mature of the sacrifices and removed the armor covering her waist and crotch revealing a small, fresh patch of pubic hair. The Valkyrie had long hair as red as Bryndally's but her figure was much more lithe and taught. She was young yet but her breasts were already a match for Thrynne's. The sacrifice who knelt before her had a nice figure but had obviously given birth several times. Her long blonde hair was parted in the center of her forehead and her bangs were meticulously combed to frame her face. She looked up at the Valkyrie with obvious nervousness but was smiling with anticipation. Older women usually were most receptive to life's counter call of death and craved it more with every year.
 
 
 "You kneel in defeat, yet Rhal honors those who show valour in loss. Do you pledge your flesh in sacrifice?" The Valkyrie said in a loud voice that also betrayed how young she was.
 
 
 "I would have my body given to Rhal." The blonde woman said on her knees. The Valkyrie reached out and pressed the woman's face to her crotch, where the blonde kissed the lips of the Valkyrie's vagina.
 
 
 "Rhal accepts your courage and flesh." The Valkyrie said. As she pulled the woman's head away two of the warrior priests grabbed her by the arms and led her to the stakes. The Valkyrie stood before the next victim. The next woman was about Thrynne's age with black hair in a long braid that trailed on the ground as she knelt. She was short and thin but her chest was more full than a girl of that size had any right to be. She stared up at the Valkyrie with undisguised terror as the priestess repeated the question to her. The girl stammered her way through the same response as the previous victim, but said the words clear enough. She was accepted with a kiss to the Valkyrie's genitals as well. She was trembling as the priests took her to the stakes as well. The blonde was being tied to one of the stakes in a standing position with her arms raised above her head and behind the pole, making her chest thrust forward. The Valkyrie continued to the third girl. The brunette with red eyes and shoulder length brown hair showed no signs of fear as she offered her flesh with words and sealed her oath with a kiss, but as the priests stood her up to join the others she began to piss herself and her legs gave out several times as she was led to her stake. The blonde was now spreading her legs as one of the priests took an acorn sized ball with a string out and, using a tube, began to stuff the ball inside her vagina. The fourth girl, dark skinned and tight bodied, had a head of shockingly gold hair that fell gracefully halfway down her upper back. Her face had tears in her eyes but a large smile as she kissed the Valkyrie and was trundled off to the others.
 
 
 At the stakes, the blonde woman was screaming in a mix of pleasure and pain as she claimed the priest was pushing the ball that trailed string into her womb. The short girl was pissing herself now as the priest with the ball and plunger was waiting for the spray to stop before stuffing her. The brunette had been tied and was hyperventilating as she was stuffed with her ball ahead of her predecessor.
 
 
 The Valkyrie paused before the final victim who was staring past her at the fate she would soon be sharing. The last girl in line was just shy of Thrynne's age with a bigger chest of shapely breasts and creamy skin to complement her hair of a deep reddish brown. Her chest heaved as her light pink eyes watched the balls be stuffed into the dark skinned and dark haired girls. The brunette was gritting her teeth and arching her back as the ball was shoved deeper into her. The bulge in her stomach showed that the blonde had not been lying, the ball would be stuffed and held inside her womb. The tube had been removed from the blonde and she was now being painted in ritual patterns with the liquid from one of the jars. Thrynne was sitting close enough to see that the string from the ball was poking out of the blonde's vagina.
 
 
 The Valkyrie repeated her question and the last victim jolted as she was asked if she would offer her flesh to Rhal, the Valkan god of men, war, bravery and victory. The pink eyes stared at the Valkyrie before a manic smile that was both terrified and brimming with anticipatory excitement spread across her face. Thrynne had heard that succumbing to the desire to die was thrilling beyond words. Seeing the ecstatic yet terrified look spread across the girl's face as she pressed it to the Valkyries groin she could believe it. As the final victim was taken to the stakes and prepared Thrynne wondered if she would make a face like that as she was sacrificed.
 
 
 The final victim shrieked as the ball was rammed home into her womb and stood moaning with the rest as they were painted head to toe with the liquid from the jars. The cords of wood were spread at their feet and doused with more liquid. The Valkyrie approached each of them and set fire to the women in quick succession by touching a candle flame to their erect nipples. Instead of bursting into a thick fire as Thrynne expected, the flames seemed to sparkle and singe along the lines of the gel the women had been painted with. Judging by the moans of the victims it wasn't pain they were feeling from the flames either. As the sparkling patterns spread about their bodies and changed colors their unbound legs kicked in the air as they writhed in pleasure. The crowd was cheering again now and Thrynne was moaning along with the victims she watched as Thorik resumed a steady pistoning inside her.
 
 
 Suddenly, the brunette that had shown so much fear began to thrash wildly, the flames dancing across her body changed color and started to glow with more intensity as she cried out about how good the heat felt. Soon her cries became incoherent lustful screams of pleasure. The flames burned brighter still, shifting color again. Both of her legs were raised to her chest as she built her screaming to a crescendo. The blonde began to change the same color as her moans increased as well, soon all five victims were writhing in flaming ecstasy on their poles. Finally the brunette reached the apex of her cries and thrust her legs straight out while arching her back against the pole. A red hot glow grew in intensity from inside her body, emanating from her stuffed womb. As the brunette gave a final breathless moan of pleasure the interior glow became a blinding flash and the brunette disappeared completely in a flash of crackling sparkles. Witnessing the explosion, the golden haired woman whose dark skin was wreathed in deep green fire seemed to skip ahead to her own climax. As she screamed for the end she too suddenly glowed from inside and disappeared in a blinding, orgasmic flash. As each victim exploded with orgasm the cords of wood at their feet lit on fire, burning with a soft blueish hue and sending bright green embers flying through the darkening sky. The blonde and black haired girls began to thrash and scream their endings in unison, detonating at the exact same moment. The small boom from their vanishing and the spread of dancing embers earned an appreciative exclamation from the crowd.
 
 
 The final girl who had seen all of her comrades preview her fate began to scream in earnest. Her thrashing legs and bouncing breasts seemed to usher the flames into an agonizingly slow increase towards the finale. Sparks shot from her groin as she let loose a scream of a pitch and length no one would have guessed she had the breath for. The resulting detonation was the biggest, brightest, and most spectacular of them all. Thrynne and Thorik cheered as the vibrations from the explosion caused them both to finish at the same time. They sat breathing in unison in their own afterglow and the bright glow of the pure white flames of the pyre marking the sight of Rhals victory offerings.
 
 
 As Thrynne sat in the lap of her conqueror, filled to the brim with his seed, she silently struggled with her desires. She desperately wanted Thorik's gift to quicken in her womb and bring new life as Valkam's chief goddess Oum desired. After witnessing the Valkans method of sacrificing though, she was surprised to find that she wanted to feel the torments of such a spectacular end firsthand. She mentioned as much to Thorik as the two lay in the grass next to the glowing victory pyre. As he drifted off to sleep with his arms around her Thorik simply said.
 
 
 "The gods will have their due, but we can hope they take it later." Thrynne snuggled to him as she also drifted off to a contented sleep she would never have thought possible before losing a battle.