Bloodlines of the Ancient Pantheons

Chapter 79: LXXIX. Skäl!

Egill and Dargeon were sitting next to each other at the head of the table.

"My trusty apprentice warriors! Before we start celebrating with the fine wild boar meat of the woods that our skilled hunters have procured, I would like to toast with you!" said Dargeon, standing up and filling a mug with mead.

Egill and all the warriors, including Dag, also stood up. All with the glasses full in their hands.

"Thanks to our fighting strength and winning strategy, we were able to drive out the invaders of one of our enemy clans. But it wasn't all our merits!" continued Dargeon, pointing his mug at Dag.

His mug was so full that he dropped mead on the table.

"If we were able in time to dispose of the defenses and line up for the battle, we owe it to the courage of one of us, who despite the stern treatment we gave him not so long ago, remained loyal to the Clan and ran to our rescue" Egill said, continuing the speech of his fellow Master.

Dag smiled and felt a slight embarrassment when many of the Berserkrs and Shieldmaidens turned to him, looking at him with pride.

"And that's not all. This warrior has demonstrated, as well as strong fighting skills, an innate sense of leadership, commanding the troop that managed to defend the west entrance of our beloved Temple Of Orn, our home. Let's drink, brothers! To Dag from Earth and to all our companions who sacrificed themselves for this noble cause! This noble gesture of theirs will be written in our historical texts and will be remembered for eternity. Skl!" continued Egill, raising his mug toward Dag.

"Skl!"

All the warriors toasted simultaneously.

"I'd like this toast to honor someone else's memory, Masters" Dag said, after taking a sip of mead.

Egill nodded his hand, allowing Dag to continue the speech.

"If I managed to run here to the Temple, to warn you all of the imminent danger, it is thanks to Master Magni, my mentor and friend, who sacrificed his life to save mine, freeing me from Mork Castle. His body was buried near the farm where he lived before he became a warrior. I propose to organize a day when we will pay tribute to him! To Master Magni, the Iron Spark! Skl!" said Dag aloud, his eyes shining with emotion.

Again all the warriors in the room toasted and the two Masters looked at each other with intent.

After each member again sat down, men entered the hall, carrying three huge wild boars on wooden carriers, ready to be eaten.

They served them and they all ate with gusto.

After dinner, they were all satiated and drunk. The huge Jugs, which were previously filled with mead, were now empty.

Dargeon snored blissfully as he slept in his chair, with the glass hanging from his hand and almost touching the ground.

Egill had retreated to his room.

A boy approached Dag, who unknowingly had discovered that he was holding his liquor and was just a little bit tipsy.

"Hey, you! Dag!" he said, staggeringly.

He put his arm around his neck and kept talking: "Brother, do you see those two girls over there?"

The young man pointed toward the table. Two girls were still seated and continued to sip mead.

They spoke to each other in a low voice and then laughed, watching Dag.

"They can't wait to get to know you better. What do you think?" the boy continued.

Dag was embarrassed. It had been a long time since his first time with Freydis. Hir hormones were going crazy watching those girls.

He wanted to have sex. Surely doing it with two girls at the same time was the best that a young man like him could aspire to.

He turned to the boy near him and moved him away, pushing him with his hand.

"Move away, brother. Your breath would awaken the dead" he said.

Dag began to sweat cold.

He was conflicted.

Between his legs, something began to harden.

"Damn! What I've to do now?" thought Dag.

In the last period, he had focused only on the fights, regardless of his body, which was in the midst of physical development.

One of the Shieldmaidens rose from the table and began to walk towards him, who was paralyzed.

She was a young woman, with coppery hair and light brown eyes.

She came close to Dag, who had a red, tomato-like face.

"I've seen you fight, Dag from Earth. I agree with our Masters... you are a skilled warrior. Me and my friend sitting over there, we'd like to thank you for saving us all. We thought we'd give you a little gift... Are you in?" said the girl, resting her cheek on Dag's shoulder and stroking his chest with her hand.

Dag's penis became hard as a rock.

"I... I don't know..." answered Dag, standing still in the same position.

It's been a long time since he smelled a woman's hair.

She took a deep breath and her chest swelled, partially showing her breasts from the neckline of the dress.

Dag closed his eyes for a moment and began to sweat.

"What are you worried about? Maybe you don't like me?" the girl asked.

"No! It's not that, actually... you're very attractive!" said Dag, embarrassed.

"So what's the matter? Come with us to our room, you won't regret it" she replied, dragging Dag by the hand.

Dag followed the girl, who walked out of the hall, nodding her head to her friend.

The girls walked together, hugging Dag until their room.

One of them opened the door and all three came in.

Dag stood with his back resting on the door. He couldn't move in embarrassment.

The other girl had blond hair and dark eyes.

Both moved slightly away from Dag, positioning themselves in front of him, next to each other.

Dag swallowed empty.

Slowly, they untied the back laces of their clothes, removing the leather jacket they wore on top.