A Valkyrie's Tale: The Price of Desire

In the halls of Valhalla, whispers abound of a certain Valkyrie’s carnal desires. They speak of me with hushed tones and raised eyebrows, their minds racing with fantasies of what it might mean to share a bed with a warrior such as myself. But let me tell you, my dear Einherjar, there’s more to the tale than meets the eye. When I lay with a man after battle, it’s not just a simple act of physical pleasure. No, it’s a ritual, a sacred dance between two beings united in blood and sweat.

After a long day of slaughter, the stench of death lingers in the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of ale and victory. My skin, slick with perspiration and blood, feels alive under the touch of another. Our bodies move together, entwined in a passionate embrace that transcends the boundaries of life and death. And when the deed is done, I’m left with a sense of satisfaction, a feeling that I’ve fulfilled my duty to both the living and the dead.

But make no mistake, my dear Einherjar. This isn’t just about satisfying my own desires. There’s a deeper purpose to our coupling, a spiritual connection that binds us together. As I lie there, basking in the aftermath of passion, I feel the presence of the gods watching over us, smiling at the union of flesh and spirit. And in that moment, I’m reminded of why I do what I do - to honor the old ways, to keep the memory of our ancestors alive.