<div align="center">Sigra's Dream</div><br/>Waking to find herself in a lush meadow, Sigra turned to see Freya standing behind her.  The gorgeous nude woman stood 4 feet taller than even Sigra's large frame and her body was just as well-muscled.<br/><br/>"Long have I watched you, Sigra, daughter of Loewin the Foul.  I have taken note of your misdeeds and greedy nature...and laughed at your boldness as well.  You want sex???  I'll<em>give</em>you sex!  Consider this a down payment on your eventual reward for doing the tasks I have set out for you."<br/><br/>Then, at that very moment, from over a hill comes a huge army of naked elves and half-elves of all types...all bellowing their lust in loud battle cries.  Between their legs swung their weapons, huge cocks, as big as clubs, and surely more than any normal woman could endure.<br/><br/>From the other side of the meadow came another huge army of men, barbarians all, some white, some black, and some red (which Sigra identified to be the Skraelings).  Yelliing their sexual battle-cry they also poured out onto the meadow, their massive poles the equal of those on the other side.<br/><br/>Freya smirked as Sigra took her place in the middle of the field ready and eager to be ravaged by the combined forces of both sex-crazed hordes.  Freya herself moved in and embraced Sigra, reaching down and placing both hands on Sigra's ass, giving it a squeeze and lifting her up.  Placing a deep tongue-probing kiss on the warrior-woman's mouth, moaning as she did so, Freya's kiss was pure ecstasy and excited Sigra's lust even more than she thought possible.  Sigra's hands went to Freya's massive breasts, squeezing and kneading, and feeling Freya's divine milk squirting from both nipples soaking her nude body.<br/><br/>And then the hordes were upon them and all was a chaotic storm of thrusting, pumping, pounding pleasure.  Sigra was surprised when her last partner turned out to be Freya herself, with a massive penis between her legs that dwarfed even the battering rams of the men all around her.  For long hours Freya hammered away at Sigra, bringing the warrior woman to climax after climax after climax, each one greater than the last, in all positions possible and even some that Sigra had thought to be IMpossible.  Finally, when Freya reached orgasm Sigra's own orgasm was so intense that the entire world was spinning and Sigra was nearly deafened by Freya's triumphant war cry of triumphant ecstasy.<br/><br/>And then the world blurred....Sigra began to feel strange....then...a bright light followed by total darkness and a sense of overwhelming dread upon having to return to Midgard after having set foot in Valhalla, even if for only a short time.<br/><br/>