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A low moan intruded in on her sleep, the sound carrying pain and anguish in it's tone. Other sounds were heard, heavy breathing, and the rattle of chains, and it took a few minutes of intense listening before the Valkyrie realized the sounds were coming from her. She felt a frown on her face, struggling to open her eyes, marveling at the pain she felt, the strain on her arms. Golden eyes slowly fluttered open, and she glanced around the darkened room, trying to take a step forward. But something held her firmly in place, and she realized heavy manacles were on her wrists, raising her arms up high above her head.

The frown deepened, the Valkyrie trying to recall how she had gotten into this predicament. Memories swirled, fighting to the surface, wanting to fill in the missing gaps. She remembered the crystal, remembered all three, but mostly she recalled the blue prison Lenneth Valkyrie had found herself in. Her eyes had been closed, a serene expression on her face as she slumbered within it's icy depths. The humans and the vampire had concentrated their attack on the crystal, only wielding their weapons against their true foe, the mad God Lezard Valeth, when left with no other choice.

Bit by bit, cracks appeared in the surface of Lenneth's prison, and they had intensified their attacks until it split open down the center. A burst of blue light was seen, Lenneth's soul escaping. It soared free, and it soared high, sending broken shards through the air. One stray shard sliced across the wizard's face, the cut healing almost instantaneously as he cried out in panicked anguish, "Lenneth!"

This was the moment they had been waiting for, the human princess rushing forward, two smaller crystals floating before her outstretched hands. The vampire moved, red light circling about his hands, ancient magic that took nearly all his strength to cast. The two crystals exploded, purple and gold lights flying free, rushing forth to meet Lenneth's pure soul. And in the center of it all was Alicia, leaping through the air, blonde hair swirling out behind her.

Lezard screamed, a hand held beseechingly towards Lenneth's soul, trying to urge her to his embrace. But as always, the woman he loved ignored him, and eagerly flew towards her sisters' souls, intent on joining with them. The three lights merged together, all color fading away, leaving only blazing hot white light in it's place. It torpedoed towards the waiting princess, entering through her chest, and spreading up and down her body, infusing her with warmth and strength.

The echoes of the three Valkyrie's spirits spoke to the girl, explaining the cycle of casualty to her, letting her know what must be done. They seemed to talk forever, but it happened in an instant, her very essence being changed, taking on the aspects of the Valkyries. Her hair lengthened, becoming a more pure blonde, as though liquid gold itself ran down from her head. Her eyes changed from blue to a gold that matched her hair, and large, feathery wings grew out her back.

Even her manner of dress had changed, a form fitting white dress, that split down the front to show off her legs. Purple and blue sleeves covered her arms, the shoulder pads round and puffy, disconnected from her white dress. Boots covered her legs all the way up to her knees, and a much shorter skirt, reminiscent of Alicia's leather mini peeked through the slit of her dress.

She could still recall the look in the wizard's eyes, see how his mouth fell open in shock as he gazed upon her. For one brief instant reverent awe had been on his face, his expression losing all of the anger, all of the desperation. But in a split second that had changed, purple eyes narrowing into thin slits, a mixture of rage and grief crossing his face. "That low, stupid, ignorant human princess steals my dear Lenneth." Gungnir slammed into the ground, Lezard hissing out his words as he stared at her. Pure hatred was in his eyes, his glare venomous as he spoke. "And throws my painstakingly prepared history into chaos and disarray?"

Gold sparkles slithered off his body, his power manifesting itself as his voice grew louder and louder. "You will pay." He had promised, as his body became covered in the aura of his power, the gold spreading out from him to change the room into a distorted battlefield among the stars. His eyes had locked on with hers, and chills had driven down her spine at the dark look in them.

Even now she felt the goose bumps raised on her flesh, just from remembering the look in his eyes. They had spoken of pain, of torments unimaginable to the Valkyrie, and of the sadistic glee the man would take in delivering that fate onto her. She pulled on her arms, glancing upwards, seeing the chains tethered to the cement ceiling. There was only the slightest slack to the chains, allowing her arms to bend, rather than force them to stay straightened out. The Valkyrie backed up a step, fingers curling around the chains, attempting to give a hard yank but they held, mocking her with their rattle.

She let out a little snarl, pulling harder and heard laughter, low, male, and obviously deranged. The Valkyrie stiffened almost immediately, golden eyes peering through the darkened room. Silence again, leaving her to her thoughts, leaving her to wonder what had happened to her companions. They had fallen in battle, this much was obvious, the Valkyrie failing in her mission to stop Lezard. She wasn't surprised to still be alive, she knew Lezard would not dare harm the body that housed his beloved Lenneth's soul.

Having nothing better to do, she tested her chains again, trying to get free. The manacles were loose on her wrist, taunting her by not sliding free of her hands. The laughter sounded again, closer this time, and she heard the rustle of a cape as someone moved towards her. "Show yourself!" The Valkyrie demanded, though her captor ignored her command.

A hand reached out to touch her back, caressing the exposed skin of her shoulder blades. "Don't touch me!" She snapped, and deep chuckles was the only answer she got, the hand moving lower down her back. The scent of ether wafted across her nostrils, the one who was touching her, his very being was infused with the divine energy. The hand stayed on her, sliding to the right, the man walking slowly to the front of her. It was only when he stood before her, that harsh light came into being, causing her to blink rapidly as her eyes tried to adjust to the sudden change.

As she blinked, the man came into focus, a pleasant smile on his face. "Lezard..." She hissed out, hate in her voice. He was still clad in the outfit he had worn while battling the Valkyrie and her companions. That midnight blue jacket and pants combo, with the hint of white shirt peeking out through the jacket. It had splatters of blood on the velvet material, and she feared she knew whose blood was decorating his clothing.

"That's it?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "No pleas to be set free, no demands that I give myself up, no false promises of showing mercy on me? Ah..." He tossed back his head, laughing. "How disappointing."

"I didn't realize there was a set script to follow." She said through gritted teeth.

"Things would be simpler if everyone did as they were told." Lezard replied, cocking his head to the side. He studied her intently, eyes slowly traveling down her body, making her feel dirty as his gaze lasciviously wandered over her curves. "You shouldn't have sought to defy me Alicia."

"I am not Alicia." protested the Valkyrie. He merely smiled at her, amethyst eyes thoughtful. "Funny, you still look like her. Oh..." He gave an uncaring shrug of his shoulders. "There are some minor changes like the eyes, and the hair...and the body..." His gaze dropped down to her breasts, making her lips curl in distaste. "Has definitely filled out into a woman's curves."

"No....I shall definately call you by the princess' name. You certainly don't look like any of the three Valkyrie sisters, although their spirits now reside in you..." His hands were reaching towards her face, a none too gentle hold as he forced her head up to stare into his eyes. He seemed to be searching, trying to stare into her soul, to see where his beloved Valkyrie hid. "Where is she?" He asked, his fingers tightening on her cheeks. "What did you do with Lenneth?"

"I don't know...!" The Valkyrie tried to jerk her head free, gold eyes flashing with anger.

"She's inside you I know...what will it take to get her out?" mused Lezard, his fingers were hard enough to bruise her soft flesh.

"Go to Hel!" The Valkyrie spit in his face, and he let out an outraged sound. His fingers left her face, to swipe at his cheek, the back of his hand wiping away her saliva. His eyes narrowed in anger as he looked at her, and for a second she thought he might hit her. But then the storm lifted from his face, and that pleasant smile was back in place. He lifted his hand to her face, calmly watching as he smeared her spit across her mouth, drying his hand.

"That's no longer possible my dear." Lezard told her. He grinned then. "For you, or for me! But..." His hands were touching her front, curving over her breasts, squeezing and fondling her through her bodice. "I can make you feel like you are in Nifleheim's prison." He roughly pinched her through the satin of her top, cruelly taking hold of her nipples. She cried out, trying to twist away from his hands, but Lezard held on. "Or..." And now his hands turned gentle, caressing her slowly. "I can make you feel like you have died and gone to paradise."

The Valkyrie scowled at him. "In other words, the easy way or the hard way?"

"That's right Alicia!" Lezard was moving again, positioning himself behind her. "Which will it be?" He pressed his body against her back, hands sliding around to her front, one hand tugging down her bodice, the other reaching up under her skirt. She flinched, trying to ease away from his hands, but there was no where to go, and she only drove herself harder against his body.

The Valkyrie let out a frustrated sound, hearing her bodice rip underneath his fingers, her breasts falling free to the cold air of the dungeon. "Hmmm?" A question in his voice as his hand found a bare breast, palming her nipple. He rubbed in a circular motion, attempting to arouse her nipple into a hardened point. "Stop it..." hissed the Valkyrie, feeling her nipple start to peak under his attention. It tingled, slowly budding as he rubbed and pushed, hand a warm sensation it eagerly sought out.

His other hand was on her leg, fingers invasive as he tried to slide his hand up higher on her thigh. She tried to keep her legs firmly closed, but he pushed a knee in between them, forcing them apart. His laugh was in her ear, breath blowing back her hair as his hand traveled upwards, brushing against her panties. "Where is Lenneth?" He asked again. "Show her to me, or else..."

"I don't know!" The Valkyrie answered truthfully, a gasp being drawn out of her mouth as his fingers touched her center. "You're lying!" Lezard said angrily, fingers nudging aside the thin strap of material between her legs. His hand was rough on her, not seeking to beguile and seduce her, sliding down the crease of her core. Down it went, finding her opening, and he slid a finger into her, the Valkyrie feeling her insides clench around it.

A blush was building on her cheeks, she could feel it, and she bit back a moan. Lezard was muttering to himself, sliding his finger in and out of her, slowly stretching her opening, causing her to let out little breathy pants of air. A second finger was added, and her teeth clamped down hard on her lower lip, fighting the feeling of his pumping fingers.

"Tell me how to free the displaced Valkyrie spirits within you..." Lezard commanded, his voice low and seductive, his fingers speeding up. "You became the vessel to concentrate their power, surely you know how to separate from them..."

"I....ah....don't....know..." The Valkyrie panted, feeling herself clamping around his fingers, trying to hold him captive within her. In and out moved Lezard's fingers, sheer torture of the most pleasurable kind. She gasped again, ashamed to feel moisture pooling between her legs, wetting his hand. He was laughing at that, taking pleasure in her shame, liking that he could make her body react to him.

"Does Lenneth speak to you?" Lezard asked, continuing to slide those finger into her, causing her stomach to coil, to tense with pleasure. "Can she feel what I am doing? Does she scream my name?"

"She is silent!" answered the Valkyrie, her legs quivering. His thumb brushed her clitoris, and she screamed, orgasming around his hand. Fireworks went off behind her eyelids, and she sagged limp against the chains, losing herself to the feeling of immense pleasure in her body. She was only vaguely aware of Lezard removing his hand, wiping it clean on her skirt. She was breathing softly, breathy little pants as she felt the liquid pour out of her, the juices coating her thighs.

The rustle of chains was heard, and slowly she felt herself being lowered to the floor. Down she went, until her knees touched the dirty ground, and then the slack in the chains tightened, forcing her to hold that position. She forced herself to concentrate, the Valkyrie fighting past the pleasure to see what was happening around her. Lezard came to stand before her, and he reached down to caress her cheek.

"Alicia..." He was tilting her head upwards, forcing her to meet his amethyst gaze. "Lenneth...give her to me..."

"I can't." He let out a disappointed sigh at that, his hand letting go of her cheek. She watched as he unbuttoned his jacket, slowly sliding it off his arms and onto the floor. His fingers then caressed his belt, freeing it from it's loops, sliding the leather free of his pants. Her eyes widened, seeing him open the velvet, revealing his manhood to her. He was already half erect, a few strokes from his hand, and he stood up straight, thick and proud.

The Valkyrie stared, eyes angry as he moved to stand before her face, letting her scent the musky smell of his manhood. A growl started low in her throat, and she opened her mouth to threaten him. But as soon as her lips parted, he was moving, shoving the tip of him into her mouth. Lezard let out a little hiss of pleasure, eyes falling half close as he slid more of himself into her mouth. The Valkyrie tried to pull back, and one hand was grabbing at the back of her head, holding her in place. His fingers dug into her hair, and he pushed her forward, forcing himself deeper inside her mouth, inch by inch.

She was choking on him, desperate to get free of his length, but Lezard was without pity. He moved his hips, a slow thrust into her mouth, and then he stopped. She rolled her eyes up to stare at him hatefully, and he smirked. "If you won't tell me what I want to know, then it's time we put your tongue to good use." She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, and she was shocked by how hard he was. She just held him in her mouth, refusing to service him, and his eyes narrowed.

"If you don't want Odin's vessel to suffer, you'll start participating more." Lezard told her, impatience in his tone. Her eyes widened, shocked to hear mention of Rufus. Was he really alive, or was that just a ploy by Lezard to trick her into using her mouth on him? She couldn't take the risk, Rufus might still be alive, she had to appease this mad God. She closed her eyes, and undulated her tongue underneath Lezard's dick.

He let out a cry, his fingers tightening on her hair. "Yes...like that..." She began sucking on him, tongue swirling around the crown, experimental licks as her head bobbed up and down his length. She could feel him quivering in her mouth, feel the throbbing veins on his dick as she sucked him, nearly gagging from his size. She could feel something leaking out of the tip, a taste of salt, moments before he erupted into her mouth, hot sticky liquid that she was forced to swallow.

His hands turned gentle in her hair, almost petting her as she gulped down the last of his cum. "That was good..." Lezard said, breathing heavily. "I liked that..." He was pulling out of her mouth, penis half erect, still retaining that hardness she had felt. ~Blasted stamina of the Gods!~ The Valkyrie thought with a curse.

"One last chance..." Lezard said, and with a wave of his hands, her chains were moving, pulling her up off her knees. "Release Lenneth to me or else..."

"I wouldn't give her to you, even if I could!" snarled the Valkyrie.

"Such a shame..." He was approaching her, reaching out for her legs. She tried to kick him, but he neatly sidestepped the gesture, grabbing her ankle. Her other leg came up, and he grabbed that too, positioning himself between her legs. She growled, bending her knees, trying to draw her legs away from his grip, but he held on, laughing. "You must realize how futile it is to fight me..." He told her, sliding his hands along her legs, reaching her knees. "I am more powerful than even Odin was."

"Better to fight than to just give in!" she retorted, thrashing about, chains rattling widly. She was crying out in disgust as he pressed himself against her, grinding his erection against her front. Just a few harsh rubs against her, and he was fully hard, ready for round two. Her legs were cradled in the crook of his arms, spread apart, opening her fully to him.

Lezard lined himself up with her center, poise on the brink of penetration. His breath was coming faster now, ragged, his smile eager. And still he paused, with the tip of him nudging into her opening, once again demanding she hand over his precious Lenneth to him. She glared, and shook her head, refusing to answer, and that was when he moved, slamming into her. She screamed, and he moaned, shock in her eyes at his sudden entrance. No time was given to her to get used to his size, he was just there, filling her up to his hilt, large and thick, expanding her insides.

He began moving, stabbing himself inside of her, his balls slapping at her entrance. It hurt at first, but gradually the Valkyrie became used to his presence, and soon pain turned to pleasure, and she was surprised to hear herself moaning with him. The sound excited Lezard, causing him to move faster. He pumped into her, hard and delicious, and she was seeing stars, chest heaving as she tried to breathe. Warm energy built up between her legs, increasing with the friction of his pumping penis. Elsewhere in her body she felt cold, icy tendrils that spread out from her chest to envelope the rest of her body. It was a conflicting feeling, one that made her scream out, and her body lit up with white light.

Lezard's voice joined hers in the scream, and the Valkyrie lost consciousness, feeling herself split apart. Lezard fell back from her, tumbling ass over heels onto the floor. He snarled, extreme anger on his face. That expression froze as he saw the chains swinging free, the Valkyrie gone from their iron embrace. He slowly climbed to his feet, hastily remembering to tuck himself in as he gazed on the floor. The marble was littered with naked bodies, four females of various sizes and beauty.

His eyes traveled over them, slowly taking in the details. One was a petite blonde, her pale yellow tresses wavy and grown just past shoulder length. Another was tall, with straight hair that was of the purest black. Still another blonde, looking very much like the Valkyrie lay between them. And the fourth was medium in height, with hair which was unique among both mortals and gods. Pure platinum tresses, wound back in a braid that reached down to the backs of her knees.

"Le....Lenneth..." He whispered, and walked past the unconscious women towards the silver haired maiden. He fell to his knees, relieved to see her, a shaky hand reaching to touch her face. He sighed happily at the feel of her soft skin, and unable to help himself was bending over her, pressing his mouth against her pouty lips. She sighed, but did not wake, and his hands caressed her body as he kissed her.

Lezard slid his hands underneath her legs and back, slowly lifting the slumbering Goddess into his arms. He rose, and without even one last look at the other women in the room, disappeared with his beloved.