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“Wake up, Iosif.” The voice came out of the darkness, as sweet as the voice of a mermaid, coaxing a sailor to his doom. “It's time to wake up. Wakey-wakey, Sir knight.”
Iosif stirred, his eyes fluttered open and he gazed around in bewilderment for a moment before he recognized Astrid's face pressed nearly up against his own. His eyes widened, and he tried to move, only to find himself completely immobilized.
He was propped against the corner post of the fighting ring, Astrid, the Scandinavian giant of a she-wolf, was straddling his waist, leaning into him with her muscular body so he was pinned to the floor and post.
His confusion lasted a moment longer, but then he saw Runa, nearly Astrid's match for size and strength, standing in the centre of the ring with her arms folded. She was looking on with a smile that looked slightly forced.
Runa had been the one to put him under that time. He was exhausted, and no sooner had they begun grappling then Runa had wrestled him into a mounted figure four. He had tapped out, and she had been about to release him when Astrid, the vicious woman that she was, had convinced the newly arrived Norwegian that tapping out meant 'squeeze me harder' in Vyrthos.
So, thinking she was just being a helpful sparring partner, Runa had flexed her imposing quads and robbed Iosif of his consciousness like a candle snuffer robs a room of light.
“Puh...please, Astrid...” He said, groggily. He realized his arms were free, and he tried to push her away, but Astrid was far too strong. “...I submit...no more...”
“No more!?” Astrid said in mock surprise, “But I thought you were going to teach us some grappling techniques, Sir Knight? You haven't taught us anything yet...”
She flexed her legs and moved her knees slightly closer together, giving him a teasing squeeze. He groaned and slumped forward against her strong body.
“Is...Iosif healthy? Er...is he well?” Runa said from behind Astrid. She spoke slowly in her best English, which wasn't very good at all, and heavily accented.
“Oh, he's doing just fine. Aren't you, Iosif?” Said Astrid, lifting the knight's chin with a finger so he was forced to look her in the eye.
“I've said...I submit...” Iosif said between constricted breaths, “What...more...do you...want from-?”
Astrid silenced him quite suddenly with a kiss. At the same time she crushed his middle harder and suddenly he couldn't breathe for two reasons at the same time. Panic and pleasure danced in his head for a moment as he first pushed against her thighs, trying to ease the intense pressure before surrendering and clasping his hands behind her back.
Soon the terrifying ecstasy turned to static in his head as the world seemed to tilt suddenly sideways, completely disorienting him. The next thing he was aware of was Astrid's booming laughter as he lay panting for breath on top of her. Her legs were still locked around his waist.
Runa wore a strange expression of slightly concerned amusement with just a hint of envy. The knight, Iosif, was a little skinny for her regular taste, but he was handsome enough. She had been trying to figure out if Astrid and he were a couple, and even after the kiss, she wasn't sure.
...at any rate, she hoped Astrid wouldn't hurt him.
“What more do I want?” Astrid said, when she thought Iosif was capable of understanding her words again. “What I want...” she lifted his chin again so he could see her. “...is for you to beg.”
Iosif's face hardened. “A Knight of Vyrthos never begs.” He said, his pride flaring.
Astrid threw her head back and laughed again, a sound that could drown out all other noise in any tavern in the land. When she stopped, she looked back at Iosif, a savage grin on her face.
“That's a hell of an oath to swear.” She said, “I think Runa and I should put that to the test. What do you think?”
On the final word she suddenly squeezed. She didn't crush the knight as hard as she could, or there was a genuine risk he'd never recover (indeed, Astrid enjoyed wowing her drinking companions by crushing helmets between her thighs as if they were overripe melons), but she used enough force that Iosif's eyes bulged, he gasped dramatically, and began desperately trying to pry himself free. Both knew he would never escape from her Valkyrie-like grip.
“Something's gonna break, Iosif.” Astrid said, rocking her hips to grind his ribs painfully, “What's it gonna be? That oath, or your spine?” She laughed again as Iosif whimpered.
Runa put her hands on her hips as she watched the knight, looking small in the grip of the giant she-wolf, struggling hopelessly to break free. She considered intervening for the sake of Iosif's well-being, but something told her that there was nowhere else he'd rather be at the moment.
She shook her head, smiling, and muttered to herself: “Disse to er gale...”
This is a commission for @IosifOfVyrthos, and is a continuation of THIS commission that I did for them eariler in 2024.
Iosif DOES tend to get bullied a lot. That can't be great for the reputation of a knight.
Iosif and Astrid belong to IosifOfVyrthos
Runa belongs to StyxianSailor
Iosif stirred, his eyes fluttered open and he gazed around in bewilderment for a moment before he recognized Astrid's face pressed nearly up against his own. His eyes widened, and he tried to move, only to find himself completely immobilized.
He was propped against the corner post of the fighting ring, Astrid, the Scandinavian giant of a she-wolf, was straddling his waist, leaning into him with her muscular body so he was pinned to the floor and post.
His confusion lasted a moment longer, but then he saw Runa, nearly Astrid's match for size and strength, standing in the centre of the ring with her arms folded. She was looking on with a smile that looked slightly forced.
Runa had been the one to put him under that time. He was exhausted, and no sooner had they begun grappling then Runa had wrestled him into a mounted figure four. He had tapped out, and she had been about to release him when Astrid, the vicious woman that she was, had convinced the newly arrived Norwegian that tapping out meant 'squeeze me harder' in Vyrthos.
So, thinking she was just being a helpful sparring partner, Runa had flexed her imposing quads and robbed Iosif of his consciousness like a candle snuffer robs a room of light.
“Puh...please, Astrid...” He said, groggily. He realized his arms were free, and he tried to push her away, but Astrid was far too strong. “...I submit...no more...”
“No more!?” Astrid said in mock surprise, “But I thought you were going to teach us some grappling techniques, Sir Knight? You haven't taught us anything yet...”
She flexed her legs and moved her knees slightly closer together, giving him a teasing squeeze. He groaned and slumped forward against her strong body.
“Is...Iosif healthy? Er...is he well?” Runa said from behind Astrid. She spoke slowly in her best English, which wasn't very good at all, and heavily accented.
“Oh, he's doing just fine. Aren't you, Iosif?” Said Astrid, lifting the knight's chin with a finger so he was forced to look her in the eye.
“I've said...I submit...” Iosif said between constricted breaths, “What...more...do you...want from-?”
Astrid silenced him quite suddenly with a kiss. At the same time she crushed his middle harder and suddenly he couldn't breathe for two reasons at the same time. Panic and pleasure danced in his head for a moment as he first pushed against her thighs, trying to ease the intense pressure before surrendering and clasping his hands behind her back.
Soon the terrifying ecstasy turned to static in his head as the world seemed to tilt suddenly sideways, completely disorienting him. The next thing he was aware of was Astrid's booming laughter as he lay panting for breath on top of her. Her legs were still locked around his waist.
Runa wore a strange expression of slightly concerned amusement with just a hint of envy. The knight, Iosif, was a little skinny for her regular taste, but he was handsome enough. She had been trying to figure out if Astrid and he were a couple, and even after the kiss, she wasn't sure.
...at any rate, she hoped Astrid wouldn't hurt him.
“What more do I want?” Astrid said, when she thought Iosif was capable of understanding her words again. “What I want...” she lifted his chin again so he could see her. “...is for you to beg.”
Iosif's face hardened. “A Knight of Vyrthos never begs.” He said, his pride flaring.
Astrid threw her head back and laughed again, a sound that could drown out all other noise in any tavern in the land. When she stopped, she looked back at Iosif, a savage grin on her face.
“That's a hell of an oath to swear.” She said, “I think Runa and I should put that to the test. What do you think?”
On the final word she suddenly squeezed. She didn't crush the knight as hard as she could, or there was a genuine risk he'd never recover (indeed, Astrid enjoyed wowing her drinking companions by crushing helmets between her thighs as if they were overripe melons), but she used enough force that Iosif's eyes bulged, he gasped dramatically, and began desperately trying to pry himself free. Both knew he would never escape from her Valkyrie-like grip.
“Something's gonna break, Iosif.” Astrid said, rocking her hips to grind his ribs painfully, “What's it gonna be? That oath, or your spine?” She laughed again as Iosif whimpered.
Runa put her hands on her hips as she watched the knight, looking small in the grip of the giant she-wolf, struggling hopelessly to break free. She considered intervening for the sake of Iosif's well-being, but something told her that there was nowhere else he'd rather be at the moment.
She shook her head, smiling, and muttered to herself: “Disse to er gale...”
________________________________________This is a commission for @IosifOfVyrthos, and is a continuation of THIS commission that I did for them eariler in 2024.
Iosif DOES tend to get bullied a lot. That can't be great for the reputation of a knight.
Iosif and Astrid belong to IosifOfVyrthos
Runa belongs to StyxianSailor
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2028 x 1817px
File Size 415.5 kB
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