During those days when the Wildmen of the North pillaged and raided along the coasts of all the world's seas, their most prominent chieftain Thorvild Greatspear, also called The Endowed, went with a great fleet of longships and a great host as far south as Angvina. He made landfall outside Caeleorn with a thousand wild warriors preparing to take and pillage the defenseless city. And the city of Caeleorn was rich with plunder for it was the main trade port in the kingdom. Caeleorn had not been threatened by invasion for hundreds of years so the inhabitants had lost their vigilance and their city was lightly defended and would be an easy plunder for Thorvild.
In the minutes just before daybreak, Countess Maerwen walked into the pillager camp. Clad in nothing but a thin, sheer dress, she walked straight through the hordes of Wildmen barbarian pillagers who stopped to stare as they saw her. The barbarian camp went silent and all eyes were on her, a thousand silent barbarian eyes. The sun rose and cast its first rays on her as she strode forth like a white goddess through a sea of dark and grey.
She entered Thorvild's tent and let her dress fall and stood before him naked with her large breasts and well-shaped hips, deep blue eyes and wet, voluptuous lips. She let her white hair flow. "I am here lord, as agreed, to present myself so that you may spare my city" she spoke. And Thorvild saw that she was greatly pleasing to his eyes and she was of extraordinary beauty. He was greatly amused that an Elven countess should come and present herself volontarily, so he removed his armour with a smile and stood before her, sunburnt, sweaty, muscular and tattooed with heathen runes, his large manliness erect like a statue.
She welcomed him willingly inside her body and Thorvild and Maerwen made wild, passionate love in his tent while his entire camp stood silent outside. Thorvild was known for his prowess and stamina and it took all day; the sounds of love filled the camp and all else was silent; his loud grunting and her pleasured moaning. They exercised all known positions and he used all her openings and never in the history of the Known World have two had such perfect intercourse or been so carnally suitable for each other.
"See, Lord Thorvild", she said to the dying chief. "I know you wouldn't have kept your promise. You wanted to have both my body and my city. I was happy to share my body with you, chief, for it was pleasant, but I cannot let you have my city." She then rose with his seed dripping out of her and left the tent. "Your chief is resting now", she told the barbarians outside who knew nothing of his death and did not dare touch her for they believed Thorvild would kill them if they did and so she left unhindered.
There was great confusion the next day when the barbarians discovered their chieftain was dead in his tent. Maerwen stood on the battlements of Caeleorn and watched Thorvild's funeral pyre down on the beach and the smoke going to the heavens. The barbarians therafter leaderless boarded their ships and left. Inside her womb, one of the greatest warrior kings the kingdom had ever known was growing, a half Northman and half Elf.
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