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Cultural Nativism by Coyote42

It had been a few years since Vinland had been established. A couple villages had been built, an outpost for raids of the area, trade with Greenland and Iceland, and to expand in the lands around. The warriors tried to expand out, running into the local tribes and warring. A good fate for those warriors who were itching to show their steel, perhaps get the favor of the valkyrie.

Or at least what was the idea. The downside of a new colony was that often the valkyries that were assigned to them were new themselves; with few warriors actually falling in battle, they had little to do in the meantime. Bodil was one of them. A shield maiden in life, the gryphon had looked forward to perhaps being selected among the valkyrie, and was overjoyed to be selected. But that meant she was low on the roster, a new recruit. She didn't expect that being new would have such.. idleness. There always seemed to be enough for the higher-up valkyries to do that she was here in this frontier.

So she decided that if she was to be in this new land, that she would explore it a little, the species and peoples that lived here. She knew from experience that there would be a tug if she was needed, a pull to collect the fallen warrior, so there was no problem with missing her job. She was just curious about the ones who resisted the warriors here. They had fought fiercely, and she wondered if there was some use for them...

There was a secret mission that the valkyrie talked about, one that sought to bring about more warriors for the people they watched over. Every now and then, a free valkyrie might find a warrior from outside their people. They did not have to have fought against a Viking, but still showed traits that would be well to pass on. It would allow a few things, to pass on those genes to keep the Vikings strong and healthy, to keep an eye on future conquests that would give a good fight to the warriors... and to keep the valkyries entertained and out of the hands of the other warriors in Valhalla.

They would find a warrior, challenge him to a fight to see their worthiness, and then breed with them. Sometimes keeping them for their own if they were particularly fun. But in the end, taking that offspring and secreting them into Viking villages, especially those in which the species were approximate. It was much like the spread of blood that male invaders did to captured women, but this way was less traumatizing.

The gryphon had been out for a while. Her speed had allowed her to go far afield, her spear tied to her back, and light armor allowing her to pick up even more speed and even do a few moves in the air for fun. She only had wrist grieves, breast-plate, thigh plates, and shin guards. It denoted her lower rank but allowed the breeze to flow over her fur. It was great, and she was confident enough from her days as a shield maiden that there would be little to harm her anyway in this strange land.

Her sharp eyes narrowed as she saw movement down below, a figure crouched down before moving carefully ahead. A male from the scent of him. He was strange, colored much like the wolves from her homeland and even similar to some of the tribes near Vinland.. But more wiry, toned. He had white fur on his stomach, gray and brown mixed on the rest of his body, with larger ears and a thinner muzzle. Much like a large fox, she noted. He was dressed in a brown leather loincloth, with a bone necklace and leather pouch around his neck and similar bone breastplate, and a feather in his long black hair. Slowly traveling around, a spear in his own hand as he seemed to scent the air, look to the horizon. A scout on his duties. Bodil's tail swished. She found her entertainment.

"Hold and present yourself!" came the gryphon's booming voice, flying down from the air like a messenger from the gods herself. She had drawn her spear and was pointing it at the scout. "I must test you, warrior!" She landed on the ground lightly, ready in case the scout took a swing at her. The young scout blinked, surprised to see the gryphon swoop down. He swore in his language and brought up his spear to defend himself.

"Good!" Bodil bellowed, laughing and chirping as she advanced. She didn't care that the warrior didn't seem to understand, but he did know the language of battle. Falling back, the coyote crouched low and sprang forward, a warcry in his throat as he swung not with the tip of his spear but the blunt end, catching the valkyrie a little off-guard as her eyes were on the obsidian tip.

She squawked as she fluttered her wings up, just barely able to avoid too much damage; the wood end scored along her cheek, clocking into her beak and turning her head. She coughed out, her glowing eyes blinking as she hopped back. "Impressive," she cooed out, rubbing her cheek. "You have strength in those wire arms.." She grabbed her spear up and swung it down, forcing the coyote to hold his own weapon up to stop the blow. He grunted as he was pushed back a bit, ears folding back in concentration. He was in the fight of his life, and it showed as he slowed his breathing, a snap kick to the valkyrie's exposed stomach.

Bodil parried his knee with her spear, barely keeping him from connecting again. The coyote was flashing in his eyes, beginning to show her the same energy as the Vikings she'd fought with. Clearly he was of good stock, and she'd do well to have his eggs. She just needed him to cooperate now. She shoved forward, spinning the scout with a hard shoulder that connected, forcing him to only hold his spear with one hand. Though he stabbed at the ground, it was weak and only caused a small slice to the scales on Bodil's foot. She squawked again and this time backhanded the scout, sending him stunned back to an outcropping of rocks.

Another hard shove with both fists holding onto her spear, and suddenly the coyote found himself collapsed to the ground. He looked scared now as the towering gryphon stood over him, her spear moved to his throat. "Submit," she said with a growl, though it wasn't entirely from intimidation as it was lust for his body. His toned body, chest rising and falling from the exertion, slim belly exposed from the breastplate, hardy arms and legs.... And at his loincloth, she could swear was a bit of a bulge. Was he finding this erotic, being dominated like this?

The scout tensed up, eyes closing after a little bit. He wasn't sure what she was doing, whether she was going to kill him, count coup, or steal him as a captive. He tried to look like he was submitting to her: ears folded back, hands away from his spear, tail between his legs... he even exposed his throat. But silently he was making death prayers, ready to have his life taken.

Bodil nodded, seeing him move like he was ready for her to thrust her spear. It was a good way to submit, put his life in her hands. And that she would accept. Knowing that he was having trouble with her language, she decided that she just needed to act on her own. Picking the scout up with her free hand, she stuck her spear into the ground of the rock, and then forced him to kneel in front of it. The scout was still confused as to what was going on, especially as she took some rope from a bag at her side. "You're going to be nice and virile, I hope," she said with a grin, tying the scout's wrists to the spear. She gave the coyote a look with her glowing eyes that kept him from moving away, his breathing still fast. Was she going to eat him?

With him kneeling, his groin was just at good angle for her own, which made her fur bristle at the thought. He was still a bit erect under there, so she decided that it was high time to relax him a bit. Reaching down, she took the knots that held his loincloth together and untied them, exposing his white-furred inner thighs and more importantly, the white sheath that held a large red shaft. Exposing it seemed to make it grow a little. "There you are..." she cooed, and the coyote swallowed, blushing a bit. She then decided that it was only fair to her new consort and reached back to the connections of her breastplate, letting them drop to the ground. Her corset remained to lift up her white-furred breasts, the pink nipples showing out. She cupped them and smiled, which only brought more of the coyote's shaft out.

"You like?" she cooed and bent over, pushing them in the warrior's face. He blushed again but instinct took over and a rough canine tongue slithered out, starting to lap at Bodil's sensitive nubs. She let out a soft moan, clacking her beak as she felt a little bit wet. Clearly she was going to enjoy this, as she let the scout continue to lap at her breasts, sucking and even teething a little at her nipples. All the while his canine shaft went fully erect, bobbing against his taut belly. She finally gave into temptation and, keeping one hand to her breasts to enjoy mashing them into the scout a little bit, her free hand slid down, cupping the shaft and stroking it softly. The scout whined in lust, and lapped harder.

"Good boy," Bodil said softly, then took out one more tie of rope and made a leash by tying it to his bone necklace. It was getting time, she could feel it as her thighs rubbed together. Pulling away from the scout, she brought her hand to her waist and undid her own loincloth, showing off her white and black speckled thighs, her own tuft of brown pubic hair and glistening pink pussy lips. She spread her legs a bit, the golden eyes of the coyote fully on her treasure now, instinct fully kicking in. She saw pre start to lube up his tip and grinned.

Turning her back to him, she lifted her wings high to keep from slapping the scout around, and lifted her slim tail. Backing up, she wiggled her buttocks cutely, being more cute dominatrix than hardened warrior. Taking his leash in her beak, she took his shaft and spread her nether lips before backing up. He groaned and said something in his language as the tip was lined up with her entrance. His words were heated and lustful, clearly he was enjoying it as she tugged on the leash with her now free hand. He started to thrust forward, sliding in as she pushed back. Bodil let out a long lustful groan as her tail wrapped around his waist and she tugged harder.

The coyote took it as a sign to keep thrusting as he did so, partially to save his own fur, and partially because he was becoming balls deep in a tight pulsing tunnel. Bodil wasn't unknown to sex before she died, and here was a large thick canine shaft deep inside of her. It was the best duty she could ask for, as she tugged on the leash again and again. The coyote thrust the best he could in his position, and she started to move back and forth, helping to develop a rhythm that was already having an effect on both. She was panting hard, juice leaking down her thighs and coating the scout's cock, and his canine knot started inflating, pressing hungrily at her pussy lips. A squelching sound was repeatedly heard from the impact of their thighs as she was hot heavy in her breathing.

It didn't take long for her to develop a rhythm that was nice and stretching inside of her tunnel. She looked back and saw the scout groaning, a look of pleasure on his face but mixed with tiredness from being on the ground and tied. He was desperate to hilt in her, get his knot inside and fire off and it showed as his thrusts were getting quicker and more erratic.

She held still, down as far as she could for the scout to accomplish it, a hard thrust that filled her right to the brim. She cried out in pleasure as she felt her slit stretch harder than she'd had in some time as the coyote's knot popped inside of her, locking them together. A hot and heavy load squirted right into Bodil, the tip of his tapered cock fitting right into her cervix and gushing into her waiting womb. Bodil sighed happily, stroking under the chin of the scout who was trying to catch his breath. She'd have some fun with him for quite some time....