House of Freya: A Viking Lore Erotic Tale (Viking Lore Erotic Tales Book 1) Read Free

sensuality of a fertile woman. Freya seemed to exude sensuality in all its forms.
                  The large room was deliciously warm, velvety, welcomingly warm without feeling hot or close. The walls were opalescent, gleaming in the soft light cast by the torches and sconces that lined the room. Sigrun could see no smoke emanating from any of them. A pleasant aroma of apples and spice hung in the air. The entire effect was deeply relaxing, and Sigrun could feel the tension melting from her limbs.
                  She took another step forward. Freya, her amber eyes sparkling — with expectation? With humor? With something else? She couldn't tell — seemed to be waiting for her to speak. But how to address a goddess? There was nothing to do, she decided, but jump right in.
                  "Great lady, I've come to seek your guidance. I was sent here, sent by — ” she faltered as Freya lifted a hand.
                  "Hush," the goddess interjected. "I was just taking in the sight of you. And let's not be naming names. I have a good idea who sent you to me, and certain names are better left unspoken. His is one of them." She smiled, eyes glittering again. "Yes, I'm glad he sent you. The resemblance is quite uncanny; you look just like her. I'm astounded. He must have said so himself, didn't he?" She shook her head. "Poor dear, I'm sure he was quite taken with you."
                  Sigrun felt herself blushing, uncertain how to reply. "Um, yes..."
                  "Just look at those eyes. Ice-blue fire! I never thought I'd see them again in this life, and now here they are. Frostdaughter! But she disappeared so completely, none of us knew what became of her. Clearly you are a part of that. But she did not keep you with her?"
                  "No."
                  "And so her fate remains a mystery. And she hid you so well. So well, I wager, that even you do not know who you are?"
                  "I didn't, not at all. And then things... happened. And now I am looking for answers."
                  "And help? From me you seek help. You are bursting with power. I can feel it. But you do not understand it, don't know how to control it. But I do."
                  "Then you can teach me?"
                  "I can. But should I? That's another question."
                  Sigrun felt a knot forming in her stomach. Was Freya going to turn her away?
                  The goddess smiled. A wry smile, perhaps a slightly sad smile. "My dear girl, these are dangerous times. And it's true, you may have an important role to play in them. But your mother covered her tracks so well, none of us can tell you for sure exactly where you came from. And that means none of us can know for certain what your role is meant to be. Still. You are definitely your mother's daughter, and that is certainly something!" Freya sighed. "Oh, the times we had together, long ago. What a sublime creature she was! Exquisite. And devastating. You come from an ancient and powerful line, my girl. That is something. So for now, let me call you my guest. You cannot but have had an arduous journey to get here. There is no easy approach to Folkvangr. You need ministrations."
                  Freya rose from her throne, beckoning Sigrun to approach. The leopards did not stir. She pressed on something, a button or latch hidden in the intricacies of the carvings, and a panel slid open in the wall beside her throne.
                  "This way, my dear. And you needn't worry about your weaponry. I give you my word on its safekeeping."
                  Sigrun disliked leaving her sword behind, but there was nothing to be done about it as Freya ushered her out of the throne room. They stepped out into a broad hallway with stairs at the end of it. Attendants, smoothly-shaven young men in