The Sins of a Valkyrie

I’ve been called many things - a monster, a harpy, a bloodthirsty goddess. But what do they really know of me? I’m a woman, forged in the fire of battle, with a heart that beats only for the rush of war. My breasts, these beautiful, battle-hardened orbs, have seen their fair share of sweat and blood. I’ve been the object of many a warrior’s desire, and I’ve given in to their lust, again and again. But what they don’t know is that it’s not just the thrill of battle that gets me going - it’s the after, the moment when the clash of steel gives way to the soft caress of skin on skin. It’s the taste of victory, and the taste of desire, all mixed together in a potent cocktail that drives me to fight, to kill, to love.

They say that in Valhalla, the Einherjar tremble with fear at the sight of me. But little do they know, I’m just as afraid of them - afraid of their strength, their ferocity, their unwavering dedication to the old ways. But I’ll never back down, never yield to their power. For I am Freya, the Valkyrie, the one who chooses the worthy, who selects the best of the best to fight by my side. And I’ll not be intimidated by anyone, least of all the gods themselves. I’ll keep on fighting, keep on killing, keep on loving, until the end of time itself.

I’ve seen the gods make love, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire, their faces twisted in ecstasy. And I’ve been a part of it, more times than I can count. The thrill of the chase, the rush of the hunt, the satisfaction of the kill - it’s all just a part of being a Valkyrie. And yet, it’s not just the blood and steel that I crave - it’s the love, the connection, the bond that forms between two people, in the heat of the moment. I’m a warrior, a goddess, a seductress - and I’ll keep on seducing, keep on fighting, until the end of days.