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“A Field of Creams"

The night was quiet for the clan, Bobjorn had met Jan over a year ago and the pair had fashioned the cabin they had met in into a home of their own and moved his entire village to the surrounding area. It was high on the mountain, hard to get to in the winter, which prevented raiding. But in the short summery months, it became a paradise flush with fresh fishing grounds and great forests around them suitable for hunting. Having only been a fishing village before by the coastline, this proved to be a popular move and the village grew in size relatively quickly. The winter season had just begun but the night skies were clear. The pair lay on the rooftop of their partnered hut staring at the sky. The chill didn't bother them as they lay together in thick furs, it was on the cusp of their snow season, only a few days away and already they could see small flakes beginning to form.

Bo brushed back his thick long blond hair and began to seek out the shapes in the stars they guided their ships by. As they were a mere ten kilometers from where their old village had been, the skies had not changed much. He sighed and looked at Jan; his eyes full of the massive half-giant lying next to him. His pale blue skin darker under the night sky. “Has it already been a year?" He asked the man, he blinked and glanced at him with a side eye. “Seems more like decades of me staring at your face."

“Heh." Jan chuckled with his booming voice, resting his head on his hand as he turned toward Bobjorn. “You sound as if you do not appreciate the blessing you've encountered." He winked teasingly, his massive hand gliding along Bo's hairy Nordic chest.

Bobjorn gave a sigh of enjoyment and smiled. “Perish the thought." He said sternly as he drew himself closer, his face feeling the warmth of Jan's hot breath against him as Jan's tusked mouth began to trail kisses down the man's exposed neck. The sensation sent a quake down Bo's body as he got hard and the half-giant's massive hand moved lower until he gripped the flesh. His thumb finding Bo's tip, he slowly rolled it over the flesh, pulling back the skin ever so slightly with his movements and began to spread the drip of his precum around.

“Mmm somebody is in the mood." Jan pointed out obviously, his tongue finding the viking's neck and began to wind its way up toward his jaw.

“Ghh... ca-can you blame me?" Bobjorn growled in anticipation. “You're the only man who's been able to do this to me."

“Am I really?" Jan teased, his beard brushing across Bo's lips, bringing him closer still, his free hand brushing the man's hair as his other began to stroke his flesh, enjoying the sensation of his fingers gliding wetly along the shaft. “And someone is in full heat is he not?"

At that moment, Bo gasped and then wrapped an arm and a leg around Jan's body, forcing the giant onto his back as he straddled the man's waist. He leaned down, his long blond hair cascading over the man. “Absolutely." He answered as he leaned his head down and grabbed Jan's tusked lips into a deep kiss.

Jan's tusks were wide enough apart that Bo's face could fit between them, their tongues tangled at the middle as each of them pushed their kiss into the other's mouth as Bo's fingers raked through the giant's chest hair. He could feel it tingling against the base of his cock and after only a few seconds, he could already feel Jan's urgent flesh raise up and press between his cheeks. He growled deep and felt Jan's fingers and longer nails dig at spreading his cheeks apart. As he leaned back the blankets still draped over them fell away and he teased the massive tip at his hole. His pucker slowly pushing outward, spreading as Jan pressed inward, entering the viking with a slow, burning hiss that erupted from his teeth. As Bo sank back, letting the rod penetrate him he couldn't help but feel suddenly full as it twitched and wormed its way in his tight canal. He let out a deep, almost feral growl, his hands grabbing at Jan's chest, clutching his firm muscles as he sank down again and again, driving the giant even deeper.

Jan's toes curled as he was pushed down under Bo's power bottoming. He felt the viking drive himself harder and harder against his flesh, contorting and making his cock pulse even harder within him, feeling the generous trickle of seed as it poured out over his stomach. He pulled Bo in and kissed him again, jamming his tongue aggressively into the man's mouth as he slammed himself into him again and again, feeling the viking's body like an accordion between both of his orifices. Breathing heavily through his nostrils as they flared he knew that it was only a matter of time, the need for release was burning already as his balls churned with a load ready to fill him. His hands tightened on Bo's hips, pulling him down again and again, enjoying watching his thick cock bouncing in response. He groaned, feeling the pressure building as he pulled Bo back and stretched his legs out. Bo's hands fell back, as if bracing himself against the giant's large frame, feeling that massive hilt drive into him, stretching him even further as his growls began to transition to howls of lust the harder and the deeper he was being driven.

Bo climaxed first, his chest billowing into almost twice its normal size as he let out a scream that echoed through the night air. Cum began to spew from his tip, coating heavily across Jan's blue skin and white hair, making it wet and messy in a series of fleshy slaps against his belly. Jan's massive, clawed hands tightened further and trembled as he let out his own roar of pleasure, joining Bo's echoing cries as he too began to spew his seed forth, pumping the viking full of his spunk as the two of them mashed together again and again. The fill turned into a flood, and then into a cascading torrent of white that began to pour down between them, getting louder, and wetter as he continued. His legs trembled, his body quaked and he threw his head back, crying out with his tongue dangling out. “AHHHH! Fuck!" He cried out as he emptied himself completely into his lover. “Ahh...nnhhh!"

Bobjorn gasped, clinging onto the other man's muscles as his waves of pleasure began to finally ebb. He huffed and collapsed onto Jan's chest, kissing him again. “S-see..." He said, panting between his words. “The only man who can do that to me..." He grinned wickedly as the two curled together, re-placing the furs over their naked bodies as they lay together.

“That was..." Jan's arm tightened around Bo's shoulders.

“Intense." Bo replied in agreement.

Neither were sure when they fell asleep, but the sound of some sort of an explosion woke them at some point while it was still dark and both bolted upright. Looking down the side of their lodging, they could see down the hill toward the surrounding village and they could see fires illuminating the night sky. Bobjorn and Jan looked at one another and quickly got to their feet, grabbing the scraps of their clothing together, they grabbed some of their armor and descended the lodge toward the ground. Jan grabbed a pair of battleaxes and tossed one to Bo and the pair ran out into the village. The men were crying out in surprise as javelins and axes, and even arrows sang through the air as they rushed to meet this late night, unseen enemy.

In the distance, they were able to spot the attackers; red banners flying as they trudged their way through the clearing heading straight toward the village.

“It's the banner of Anvar and Stadiz!" Jan exclaimed, recognizing the sigil of the banners on approach.

“Those motherless dogs?" Bobjorn growled. “Have they not learned their lessons yet?"

Just then, three men emerged from the darkness behind them and with the precision of a well-oiled machine, Bo drove his ax into one of their chests, sending him crashing to the ground in a spew of convulsions and blood, while Jan grabbed the other two by their helmets and smashed their heads together within them, causing blood to pop from their faces like he'd just taken them through a melon smasher. He cleanly dropped them to the ground and raised his weapon. “Apparently they need a reminder of who they're fucking with!"

As they backed up and stood back to back, they found themselves surrounded by several men as well as their captain of the guard, who stomped out and glared at the pair of them. “Ingvar!" Bobjorn recognized the stocky red bearded man even through his helmet. “Such a loyal dog, where are your masters?"

“They were the ones that sent us here, your farmlands beyond the village. You will surrender them to us."

Bo scoffed and clutched his weapon tighter, feeling the warm trickle of blood as it dripped down his hand. “The white fields? They are insane for starting a war just for a few flowers."

“You know as well as I, Bobjorn; these flowers and the soil in which they are planted have great magical properties and my masters wish to learn those secrets for their own purposes. You protecting them has already led to dozens of your clan being slain." He pointed his sword at the two of them. “If you stand in our way, you will be next!"

Jan let out a roar of laughter, craning his neck down and staring at the man. “You have no idea who you are dealing with, little man. Tell your masters that unless they want you to deliver fifty bloodied corpses to their keep that you were forced to retreat."

“My brother wouldn't allow you to do that." Ingvar claimed, brushing his beard back with a bloodied gauntlet. “Now you will pay for your insolence and refusal to submit to us!" He raised his sword and charged in at them...

***

It was nearly dawn as Stadiz felt a shake to his shoulder; he snorted as he woke, he'd been drooling down over his thick, dark red beard and looked down to see that it had gotten wet from his drool. “Wake up ya damn fool." He heard a gruff voice bark from behind him as that gentle shake turned into a hard punch to the center of his back.

“YARRRGH!" Stadiz cried out and turned back to glare at Angvar standing behind him with his arms crossed over his massive chest.

Angvar was a good head taller than him, a bearded dirty blond face of hair that was neatly braided on each side accenting his features and an impressively smooth and shiny bald head above it. His eyebrows were turned down in anger, his blue eyes looking into Stadiz's green ones. “My fucking brother has not checked in; he's overdue and I need you to go and find him."

“Ingvar is your brother. Why should I go and find him?"

In frustration, Angvar grabbed Stadiz by the neck and tightened his grip, roughly choking him a bit. After a few seconds, his grip lessened. Allowing the smaller man to breathe again. “Because I have better things to do than look for that idiot."

“Then perhaps you shouldn't have given him an army to go to Bobjorn's village. You know they have a half-giant ally and a strategic advantage. This is why we haven't been able to conquer them and take that fertile land beyond there for ourselves."

“I do not need a dramatization of what I already know." Angvar growled in frustration before letting the other man go. “That land is mine by right. And if we cannot forge a truce with Bobjorn or his fucking giant, we are nothing!"

Stadiz looked through the window of their fashioned tent and smirked as the dawn's light hit his face. “Well, perhaps you can ask the man himself." He peered harder, almost confused by what he saw. “And...to ask him why he is carrying a cart of what looks like dead bodies behind him?"

“Brother." Ingvar said as the pair approached him, his face was bloodied from battle, but he had wiped clean a single smear over his eyes so that his blue eyes could be easily visible. He was clearly exhausted and weak from having to drag the cart over five hundred kilometers through the night to deliver the bodies.

Stadiz's eyes were wide, his mouth agape as he looked over the contents of the cart, hardly able to recognize any of the men from the mangled mess they were in. “By Odin's balls, what happened to them?"

“Bobjorn. And that fuckwit Jan." Ingvar answered. “They said once we were defeated they would have me bring them home in a cart, and so here I am."

Angvar struck his brother upside his helmeted face, causing him to fall over from the sheer force. “You FUCK! Why would you do this? How could you lose?"

“Those two were a force to reckon with on their own, but as their village began to rally against us, we stood no chance." He rubbed his cheek. “I'm sorry, brother. I was unable to keep them together long enough and they began to be torn apart one by one."

“Arrrghhh..." Angvar growled as he furrowed his eyebrows.

Stadiz put a hand on Angvar's shoulder. “We need a plan." He said. “They protect this land so... maybe if we give them a reason to protect it."

“Yes. If we were to somehow...sneak around Bobjorn's village to... root ourselves in..."

“Then they'd have no choice but to surrender it to us. Especially if we promise the destruction of the land." Stadiz laughed haughtily at the concept. “It's a brilliant idea if I do say so myself."

“Well. We better hurry." Ingvar said sternly. “The winter season is almost upon us, if we plan to claim it..."

Angvar glared at his brother, narrowing his eyes. “You are still the guard captain. Know your place, Ingvar."

“Then let us rest up tonight." Stadiz suggested, stepping between the brothers' argument. “Tomorrow when we're refreshed, we will circle around their village and find these fertile fields."

“Yes. They cannot keep it from us any longer."

Angvar glared at his brother and snarled. “Brother. If you do not have your men ready by morning I will not hold back my blade from your neck!" His angry roar was so sudden and so potent that Ingvar snapped to attention and quickly vanished. As Ingvar left, the older brother groaned and rested his hand on Stadiz's shoulder. “Please... tell me again why I keep him around?"

“Because he is the last of your family and as much as it pains you, you cannot bear to send him out into the cold."

Later that night, in the comfort of his own tent, Angvar drew a bath for himself; several servant girls filled a semi-stationary wooden tub with boiling hot water and he climbed in, sinking down to his nipples and groaned. He needed this; nothing had gone right in the last three attacks on Bobjorn's village and if they were to be victorious he would be clean for it. As he sank down further, he ran his hands across his bald head, rinsing it off as he watched his beard float just barely under the water. It wasn't long until he heard the bell just beyond his tent ring. The women attending him allowed Stadiz to enter and he quickly dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

“Should you not be resting?" Stadiz asked. “I thought we would be setting out tomorrow at dawn, it would not fare our company well to have a leader exhausted prior to a battle."

“I will be fine." He growled. “You should be keeping my brother company to make sure he does nothing stupid to ruin this for us."

“Oh Ingvar? He's been sleeping like a baby this past hour, I actually plan to turn in myself, but I happened to see your light on and thought that I would come to investigate."

“If it puts your mind to rest, I will turn in after my bath. And I will be prepared for tomorrow."

Stadiz smiled kindly and bowed his head slightly. “Aye. I look forward to that sir, we will have their lands and they will be eating out of our hands by tomorrow night!" He announced triumphantly before turning on his heel amd heading back toward the entrance.

“And Stadiz?"

Stadiz turned around, raising an eyebrow curiously. “Yes?"

There was a momentary pause between the men as Angvar turned the words over in his mind. After a few moments, he simply shook his head. “Nevermind. Rest well."

At last as Stadiz left the room, Angvar groaned and ran a hand over his head. He dared never to leave himself that vulnerable again.

***

Dawn was soon upon their camp, as the orange light filled Ingvar's tent he slowly began to rouse from a deep, uninterrupted sleep. His naked musuclar frame, his round near-perfect left buttock hanging out from under the pile of furs he had used to sleep through the night, and he was inexplicably unaware of how chilly it was beyond his bed. As he mumbled and giggled in his sleep, a sudden, cold splash of water was dumped onto him:

“YAAAAHHHH!" He screamed loudly, jolting upright now with a freshly soaking head of hair that dangled over his face. Unlike his brother and unlike Stadiz, he was clean shaven which made the shiver of his high cheekbones all the more obvious as he stared daggers at the fully dressed and armored men standing over them. “W-what is the meaning of this?" He asked indignantly.

“Simple. It is dawn and your arse was hanging out so far it could've been much. Much. Worse." Angvar said sternly. “Get your lazy ass up! Is my squadron ready?"

“Ye-yessir... fuck it's freezing." He tried to cover his shoulders up with the soaking blanket only to find it little comfort.

Angvar grabbed his brother by the chin and drew his face closer. “Be ready in ten minutes, brother or the next thing I will be using will be my fuckin' ax. You hear?"

Ingvar was ready in less than five minutes according to Stadiz's timer but Angvar was not happy in the slightest. As he emerged out of the tents with a squad of twelve behind him, the leader was not happy. “This is it?" He sneered at his brother.

“These are the only men to volunteer." Ingvar said stoically. “The rest...well...the rest claim there is a curse on those flowery farmlands. They say that any who venture into those lands do not return."

Angvar grabbed the back of his brother's neck tightly and pulled him in for a whisper. “Then if they're so dangerous, why do Bobjorn's men defend it so?" He whispered. His question was clearly rhetorical as he did not wait for an answer before shoving him into the others. “Alright, men. This mission is of the utmost importance. Should we encounter Bobjorn's men, you are expected to dispatch them without hesitation and extreme prejudice. Do you boys understand?" There was a combined bark from all the men, indiciating acknowledgement. He smirked. “Good men. Now, march!"

As Angvar and Stadiz rode on horseback, Ingvar led the men on foot; fifty kilometers was still quite the distance through somewhat rough, forestry and mountainous terrain. As they walked, the skies began to darken over with gray clouds and eventually they could see light flurries of snow falling over them.

“This is bad." Stadiz said running his fingers through his thick beard and adjusting the horned helmet on his head. “If this weather gets worse..."

“Then we will press on." Angvar growled matter-of-factly as he increased the speed of his horse to a light canter. “We must reach the fields by nightfall! Now move out!"

“Jan. What is it Angvar's men have in mind for our lands? What exactly in those fields?"

Jan turned to look at Bobjorn who had brought a massive plate of meats and spices for a hearty breakfast. He took one plate for himself and began to devour the offerings. “Many believe the fields to be cursed. Any who walk among the white flowers do not return to tell what happens."

Bo seated himself beside Jan and began to pluck the smoking meat from his plate as he took in the man's story, but even he had to look at him with curiosity burning in his eyes. “Really. What nonsense is this?'

“Not nonsense at all..." He said giving a pregnant pause. “If you know what sort of flowers these are." He grinned, his tusks rising at the corners of his mouth as he chuckled.

“Which flowers...the white flowers? How can..." His mouth fell open in realization. “Oh... oh those white flowers? The ones that glow in the dark like a sea of stars. Are you telling me that--" He froze as Jan nodded at him. “That is diabolical! I hope that it will last!"

Jan grinned and took the viking by his hand. “I've already arranged for a good view of the chaos about to unfold." He admitted.

***

“Hold!" Angvar put up a gauntlet as the path became a fork into the woods.

As they looked, either direction seemed entirely plausible to head in the direction of their destination. “Which way did you want to go, Angvar?" Stadiz asked.

“Damn." Angvar said remembering. “This is where that fucking troll lives."

“Troll?"

Angvar waved his hand dismissively at Ingvar. “Two years ago, when I first encountered this forest there was a troll that dwelled here. Killed several of my men and nearly took my eye. I lost him in these very woods. If it still lives here...then perhaps I can get two things for the price of one?" He grinned wickedly before turning to Ingvar and the men. “Ingvar. Take the men and follow the left path, headed south. “Stadiz and I will take the path leading north, they should loop together in about seven kilometers. Near the flower fields. Do not tarry, but if you encounter the troll then please. Bring him along would you? I would love to have that beast's head mounted to my wall back at home.

The groups each agreed with a solemn nod among them and as Ingvar and his party headed down the path to the left, Angvar and Stadiz headed right to follow the path in that direction. As they headed onward, a strange white fog began to roll in on them. The smell was sweet and it only encouraged Stadiz to imbibe more and breathe deeply. His eyes focused on Angvar, who was only a few feet in front of him, but he could barely make out the man's back as the fog grew heavier around them. There wasn't a sound heard among them for several minutes; only the soft trotting noise of their horse hooves walking along the dirt trail under them. Eventually the mist had grown so heavy and thick around them that they had to resort to watching the ground to make sure they were on the trail still. Angvar was still listening intently as they moved along.

“Angvar... what do you think..." Stadiz felt his head buzzing as he spoke, and in response, he put a hand to his face. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, but he continued in stride with the man. “Do you think--" His mind was beginning to feel a bit foggy, he had trouble concentrating on what he was going to say. “Do you..." This time his words were cut off as Angvar put up a hand toward him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Shh." He uttered in a hushed tone. “Do ya hear?"

Stadiz looked around, not only could he see anything in this fog, but he heard nothing other than them. “I--I don't..." He still couldn't really respond, it was as if the words were being plucked from his lips, keeping him from forming them properly.

“That sound!" Angvar jumped down from his horse, drawing his sword from the scabbard across his back before swinging it wildly. “It's the troll! I know it!"

“A-Angvar...?"

“HAVE AT THEE YA BASTARD!"

With that, Angvar roared and ran, leaving his horse behind to run off the other direction, disappearing from sight instantly. Stadiz jumped from his horse and could hear Angvar screaming and fighting somewhere in the fog, but he could hear nothing else. Whatever it was he was battling had to be completely silent and the sound of metal banging against objects didn't sound like he was fighting anything made of flesh. “Dammit! Angvar! Hold on!" He grabbed his ax and raised it up over his head. “Ready or not! Here I come!" He let out his own battle cry as he then rushed into the thick fog himself and didn't think about his horse also getting away. He roared loudly, swinging his weapon wildly and stupidly in the blank white air as he ran in the direction of the commander's cries.

As his eyes spotted a shiny piece of steel in the fog, he let out a cry of shock as he realized that it was Angvar attacking a large, dead tree with limbs that seemed to reach down and claw at him like some sort of a creature. Realizing too late, Stadiz tried to stop his run, but failed and collided with Angvar and the two went crashing down a steep hill.

Over and over they fell, Angvar's armor shattering when he hit the ground, then Stadiz feeling his armor break and snap off his shoulder and chest as he took a spill. Both of them had discarded their weapons in preference to keep the other from being hurt by the fall and after what seemed like an eternity of falling, they both slammed into the ground, sending up a massive cloud of flowers from the bed they had fallen into. Both were breathing heavily, Angvar had fallen on top of Stadiz and both were laying chest to chest, their torsos almost completely broken out of their armor as they panted heavily into each other's faces.

“St-Stadiz what the ever fire fucking hell? I nearly had the beast!"

Stadiz felt his arms pinned down under the man's firm grip, his body trembling in shock from the fall. “Nah you id'jit..." He announced with an unironically horrible failure for words. “You were fightin' a fucking tree!"

“A tree?" Angvar pondered looking around. “Of course! OF COURSE that's exactly what he'd make you think he is!"

The sheer idiocy would have previously made Stadiz groan in frustration, but somehow it was more of a turnon than he expected from him. As he looked up into the other man's eyes, Angvar looked down at him. Their gazes locked for at least ten seconds, unblinking, unmoving. Both men breathing hard as one lay under the other in this beautiful field of flowers. Stadiz knew something about these flowers, but the details eluded him. His mind was so foggy that even his basic instincts were trying to take over. He trembled, his hands were shaking, he could feel the warmth of Angvar's crotch burning against his own and as his instincts took over, as everything that led them here finally reached its boiling point, he grabbed the man by the helmet and yanked him into his lips, kissing him fiercely.

Angvar gasped in the shock of the sudden kiss. At first, he tried to pull himself away. But as the lust of the moment began to set in, he pushed himself into it. His large arms wrapping around the smaller man and pulling their faces together.

Angvar's tongue lewdly wrestled with Stadiz, he let out a trembling gasp as he forced his tongue deeper and deeper into the man's open mouth. Stadiz could hardly contain himself now, resting his knees under Angvar's body as he pulled them together. He growled as his hands cupped underneath Angvar's helmet and pulled it off his head, grabbing the bare skin tightly in his clutches as their spit collected and sloshed wetly between their beards. Something had possessed them and as Angvar inhaled the sweet smell around them he grabbed Sadiz by the waist and flipped him over onto his back. He grabbed the man's belt and ripped it away eagerly, freeing the man's cock to slap wildly against his stomach and Stadiz pulled Angvar closer to him, suddenly burying his face into the man's exposed armpit with a loud gasp of exhillaration. “Fucking...hell...!" He exclaimed as he dragged his tongue along the other man's pit, feeling the tingle of hair that protruded in excess from the cavernous appendage.

Angvar ripped away the rest of Stadiz' codplate and tore off the back. He pulled himself away from his mouth and roughly grabbed the man's thighs, driving his own mouth down against his cock and taint, dragging his tongue wet along the moist pucker between his cheeks. He growled viciously like an animal as he did so, forcing his tongue deep into the tangy scent in a despearate attempt to consume as much of him as possible.

“Ah! Ahhh! It--it--something's doin' this to us!" Stadiz cried out, grabbing the ground under him as Angvar passionately and possessively forced his tongue as far as it could go into the other man's ass. His breath huffing the fuzz across his balls as Stadiz clutched at his bald head, feeling it slippery against the sweat now coating it. His howling was getting louder, and the sound was driving Angvar wild.

Angvar threw his face back and pulled himself closer, grinding his aching cock against him. His hands were trembling as he leaned down and ran his tongue along Stadiz' chest, dragging it hard over his nipples one after the other as he urgently pushed his cock against the man's entrance. “G--can't... can't f-fight it..." He admitted as he pushed his tip inward, feeling the tight flesh clench around him.

“A-Angvar?" Another voice caught the man's attention, and through the white fog, he saw Ingvar fall into view, his armor half cocked on top and half removed on the bottom, his large muscular arms ripped halfway out of the sleeves as he fell to the ground disheveled. The remaining men he'd been leading following suit before collapsing on each other and beginning to make out. Their helmets, or what was left of them being pulled off as they grabbed each other by the beards.

Ingvar huffed and crawled over toward them. “S-something's happening--something..." His voice trailed off as he spotted Stadiz on the ground and without any effort to control himself he pulled his codpiece free, exposing himself and he placed his heavy balls onto the man's face. Stadiz' beard tickled him and he laughed airily as he grabbed his brother's shoulders and looked at him, a lustful panic etched on his face. “It's this pla-place something in this--this place..." He managed to speak before pulling Angvar in and kissing him.

Angvar's back went rigid at this, but he didn't--he couldn't pull away. Stadiz dragged his tongue over Ingvar's balls and back over the taint to his ass, letting his flesh fill his mouth until he angled it down toward him. Stadiz grunted and sucked the cock into his mouth desperately as he began to nurse it like a flagon of ale, the sound of his lips wetly echoing in the air as Angvar plowed his cock hard into the man, making him let out a passionate moan of pain and pleasure. Their men surrounding them, Angvar grabbed his brother and pulled him up onto his knees, he spread Ingvar's cheeks with his fingers, exposing his own virgin hole to which Ingvar's face lit up with a blush so hot it radiated warmth against his brother.

One of their men; a big fellow with an even bigger cock turned his gaze at the captain and couldn't help but stagger over to him, stripping his armor and his clothes off before falling onto his hands and knees behind him. His hands were shaking as he grabbed Ingvar's ass and spread it apart, dragging his tongue along Ingvar's hole and pushing it inside. He reached up and grabbed Ingvar's long red hair and pulling it back, making his entire body arch upward and it only drove him deeper into Stadiz's mouth, making him jolt and gag.

It wasn't long before the other men started to gather around, they were in various states of undress, but they were stripping down too kissing each other, grabbing Angvar's bald head and pulling him into deep kisses while another one was preparing his ass too. Their hands were everywhere, one of them stroking his cock over them, dripping precum down over Stadiz's buried face, dripping into his semi-open mouth as they pressed their muscular, and some rather hairy bodies against one another.

The big man behind Ingvar stood up and then forced Ingvar downward, his body doubling over as his face met Stadiz's cock. He huffed and wrapped his lips around it, letting out a shuddering moan as he felt the man behind him begin to push his flesh into him, spitting on Ingvar's ass to act as some rudimentary lube. He gasped and cried out but very quickly the man's impressive manhood plunged into him. Ingvar screamed, but the scream turned into a moan of desperate pleasure; whatever was causing this aphrodesiac upon them seemed to be lessening their responses, he suddenly wanted more and another; a shorter, hairier balding blond man began to brush his cock along Ingvar's ass, coaxing and squeezing it in between the bigger man's lunges until both of their cocks were stretching him apart. Angvar was struggling to keep himself from cumming despite how hard he was plowing into Stadiz, his body rocked, his muscles flexed hard as he howled in pleasure, throwing his head back with every hard slam that pushed the man under him back a milimeter at a time, only to feel him bounced back by the resistance of Ingvar and his two suitors. A man behind Angvar; with long gray hair wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. This one was eager and his cock was prodding wet against Angvar's back. Angvar guided him closer, feeling its warm pulse throbbing against his hole and as soon as he pushed in the older man trembled in lustful delight. He'd never experienced anything like this before and he couldn't stop. His mind was foggy, every objection he would have had evaporated in his mind. He just wanted to be fucked and to fuck Stadiz into submission.

Their bodies writhed together, one man who couldn't get in on the action directly instead continued to stroke himself over Stadiz, his cock finding a home briefly in Ingvar's mouth as he swapped between his and Stadiz's cock. Thrusting deeper still into the man's mouth as he howled out in pleasure.

The first to climax was the man stroking himself, he let out a cry, tweaked his nipple and erupted a thick, heavenly explosion of white that splashed Ingvar, hit Angvar and then drained in cascading white all over Stadiz' wanting face. Ingvar came hard and added to the sudden flood now filling Stadiz' mouth and throat. This set off a chain reaction that caused the two men fucking him to cum too, filling Ingvar up and Angvar watched this and came as well, filling Stadiz's ass with a hard torrent of seed as well. It was so hard, Angvar couldn't help but hammer in and make his legs tremble with the intensity of the release. “AHHH! Haaahhh!" He cried out which set the man fucking him off in return. Nearby, two soldiers who were intently fucking one another also released thick heavy loads all over each other and the flowers on which they were fucking. As they did so, there was a flashing of white light that grossly intensified the fog covering them.

“Oh by the gods, it's t-the flowers!"

Angvar's realization with this came too late as the burning sensation in his chest intensified; the flowers were responding directly to their seed and growing in intensity. As the men tried their best to resist, all they could do was change positions and each of them kissing and getting worked up again, changing partners and fucking again. Stadiz grabbed Angvar and pulled him close. “I do-don't know what's goin' on...but I'm gonna fuck ya so...hard..." He said through a reddened face before pulling him hard into a kiss.

Angvar moaned as he kissed back, pulling Stadiz close. Stadiz grabbed him roughly and thrust himself inward, making Angvar cry out. “S-so... fuckin' big..." He grunted ferally as he felt Stadiz thrust into his tight hole. “Want..." He grunted as he slammed his hands behind him and pulled Stadiz right to the hilt inside of him.

Hours passed and finally the breeze of the night passing into dawn began to alleviate some of the fog, restoring the entire squadron to more reasonable mindsets. Their lust slowly began to subside and after having fucked and climaxed dozens of times, several of the men began to collapse from exhaustion until only Angvar and Stadiz remained. As they finished once again, they too began to fall to exhaustion and as they fell asleep, they didn't even seem to realize that from a hill high over them, that they were being watched.

“So..." Bobjorn said, taking a bite from a meaty turkey leg before looking at Jan seated next to him. “Shall we send these men back to where they've come from?"

“No." Jan said with a grin, resting a large hand on Bobjorn's shoulder. “Let's...just see how this develops."

Bo nodded and returned his gaze to the men lying naked in almost a complete circle. “Perhaps we should gather some of those flowers..." He paused. “For...herbal teas of course."

Jan smirked. “Of course."

***

Dawn had fallen on the village when several guard dogs began to bark, waking Bo and Jan from a rather comfortable sleep. As they got up, they realized that it was Angvar, Stadiz, Ingvar and their men all walking through the entry of the village. All looking sheepish and averting their gaze as they approached the men.

“We... we've come to offer a truce."

Bo's eyebrows raised at the bald man as Angvar averted his gaze again. “You offer...us a truce?"

Jan crossed his massive arms, staring down at the men. “What is this offer?"

“We...seek a peace." Angvar replied. “And to merge our tribes into one."

“Under who's leadership?" Jan asked sternly glaring at them.

Without a word, Angvar lowered himself to one knee in front of Bobjorn, surprising him. Even more surprising as the remaining men; Stadiz, Ingvar, then their following soldiers; all still half-naked did the same. “Under yours, lord Bobjorn..." He said, bowing his head in submission.

After a time, Bobjorn's stern expression became lighter and in a moment of almost joyous celebration, he pulled the man to his feet. “Then come! We will make arrangements; your men will join my men and we will become as one!"

Jan leaned in close to Bobjorn's ear and whispered. “Is this not a sudden change? They have been strafing attacks on us for the past season..."

Bobjorn chuckled. “Well we have seen what potential they have...I'd say we allow them into our huts, and into our beds if they so choose..."

“Excuse me." Ingvar interrupted, raising a hand. “But we can still hear you?"

“Ah Ingvar." Bobjorn said as he put an arm around the man and leaned in closer. “Did I stutter my words? Or would you prefer I spoke a little slower next time?"

THE END?