Bloodlust and Erogeny: The Allure of Battle

I’ve walked the battlefields of the nine worlds, my war-axe a constant companion in the carnage and chaos. And yet, I’ve come to realize that the true beauty of war lies not in the clash of steel, but in the thrill of the hunt. The rush of adrenaline as I charge into the fray, the scent of sweat and blood, the primal cry of my comrades as we cut down our enemies. It’s a siren’s call, and one that I’ve never grown tired of. My breasts may be the envy of the Norns, but it’s the thrill of battle that truly sets my heart aflame.

But it’s not just the battle itself that’s the attraction - it’s the aftermath, the sweet release of pent-up energy as I succumb to my baser instincts. The sweat-drenched bodies, the cries of the wounded, the scent of death and destruction. It’s a heady mix, one that I find intoxicating. And yet, I know that I’m not alone in this. The Einherjar, those brave warriors who fight alongside me in Valhalla, they too feel the same primal urge. We’re a tribe of warriors, united in our love of battle and our desire for carnal pleasure.

So, if you’re looking for a true goddess of war, look no further than me. I’ll take you to the battlefields of the nine worlds, and show you the true meaning of bloodlust and erogeny. I’ll fight by your side, and together we’ll cut down our enemies and feast on the spoils of war. And when the battle’s done, I’ll show you the true meaning of passion and desire. Come, join me in the fray, and let’s make some memories that will last an eternity.