A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and follows! It's certainly gratifying that such a fleeting idea is turning into something awesome. Thanks for coming along for the ride. :) After doing some research, small details concerning Asgard (the realm of which Valhalla and such preside), as well as other things concerning keeping some of the mythos accurate have been altered. Aside from that, I took this chapter to explore Tamsin's view a little more. I figure each chapter will go back and forth between the girls to give a nice perspective behind both of them.
Things certainly heat up in this chapter, so there is a bit of dirty content near the end of the chapter. Enjoy it or skip if it pleases you. ;). All mistakes are my own, so forgive my humanness!
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Fuck. Fucking fuckity, shit balls, fuck!
Tamsin was a rolling ball of tension and pent up emotion after forcing herself from completely taking Bo. She thanked whatever gods blessed her that Bo didn't try to force the succubus' hand to keep going. If she had, there would've been no stopping, which was the opposite of right in that moment. She was torn; her emotions were screaming for her to give into the lingering tension, into the passion she knew existed inside the reckless Valkyrie; her head rationalized that fraternizing with someone under her command was wrong and that Bo's emotions were a mess. Amidst her thoughts, she snorted at the irony. She certainly never cared when she exploited her generals or soldiers to get what she wanted in the past. What was stopping her now?
She shook her head rapidly as if to remove the thoughts from her head, willing herself to forget her encounter with Bo. Valkyries weren't meant for love or affection anyway – they exist to serve and protect the realms and bring souls back to Valhalla. Sure, she had been with many Valkyrie before and they fucked just as hard as the rest of them, if not better. There just was always a distinct lack of intimacy or emotion aside from lust or desire, not that Tamsin had any reason to complain. They delivered incredible chi and a good fuck and she leaves a happy succubus. It was the gift of Valhalla… which could possibly be forsaken, she reminded herself.
"What an excellent move, Tamsin. Just bring your stupid succubus feelings into an already complicated situation. What a fuck-up,"she cursed to herself as her hands occupied themselves by throwing her blonde locks into a tight bun. Almost like a wall appeared in front of her, Tamsin stopped abruptly when she felt another life force burn nearby - way too close to her.
Her dagger was in her hand out of instinct as she mentally prepared herself for a battle. Even just walking in the dark streets of her home district, it was never safe to assume one wasn't prone to attack. The aura fluctuated with nervous energy and soon a feminine shriek came from behind a trash can.
"Wha… Kenzi? Is that you?" The tiny brunette stumbled from her position, hands raised above her head to surrender herself. She was dressed in an all-black body suit of sorts, allowing her to blend into the darkness even more than her petite stature allowed her. It wasn't an outfit that surprised the succubus; after all, she was a regular at Kenzi's bar and had been for decades. She was accustomed to her more… unique dressing style.
Tamsin rolled her eyes as she sheathed her dagger. She grasped the immortal by her hood and brought her eye level, carefully studying her reaction. As a friend, she hated exploiting her powers, but the succubus couldn't avoid releasing a heavy wave of charm into Kenzi. In this moment, she needed information more than friendship. The telltale haze crossed her blue eyes and bursts of giggles erupted from her throat. Tamsin covered her mouth to avoid drawing attention to them, bringing them into her housing unit so they could speak freely.
"Man, I forgot how awesome a succubabe's charm is. It feels like E mixed with the best opiates on the plaaaanet!" Kenzi squealed. Tamsin furrowed her brow, biting her tongue to avoid retorting in a rude tone. She needed to be in charm mode, not insulting her target out of the charm.
She forced the immortal onto her reading chair, placing her own butt on the small coffee table in front of it. Tamsin smirked as she grabbed Kenzi's hand, spreading tendrils of charm up to loosen her up further and so she wouldn't notice her eyes flash into a burning blue. She wondered how an immortal Fae's chi would taste… like a perfect dry aged steak.
Between her spiking hunger and the charmed Kenzi in front of her, the blonde couldn't resist pulling a long stream of chi from the other woman. It was intoxicating – almost like tasting the finest scotch – and had power beyond anything Tamsin had ever encountered. It felt like the energy of the ages flowed through her veins and it set her blood aflame.
A smirk crossed the succubus' face as she suppressed a giggle fit from the chi high. If Kenzi hadn't been her friend and usually very against succubus feeding, she would have begged the immortal to be her regular then and there. She could get very used to this power. The only thing she was missing was being buried in throngs of Valkyrie pussy. Through her high haze, one conscious thought of her purpose broke through.
Tamsin cleared her throat and loaded Kenzi with more charm, adding her right hand to the brunette's cheek. Her eyes slowly shifted back to the soft green that made the immortal smile warmly with the charms.
"Why were you spying on me, silly bartender? In all your years, you'd figure out that it's not wise to sneak up on a succubus," she cooed. Her fingertip slowly drew circles on Kenzi's palm as she awaited an answer.
"I promise I wasn't intentionally spying, TamTam! I was originally seeing if you were home so we could talk about the mess that bled all over my bar tonight, but you weren't home. So, I stayed in the shadows and waited?"
"Wait, what? What mess?" Tamsin stopped the flow of charm once she realized she didn't need it to make the Fae talk. A frown flashed across Kenzi's face at the loss of sensation, followed by a dreamy sigh.
"Man, that'll never get old. By the way, cute to think your succu-demon tricks work on me - too many years under my belt to let charm affect me fully. I just enjoy the ride and the tingles!" Kenzi exclaimed, more giggles bubbling from her curved lips. Huffs of irritation came from the blonde, making the brunette blush and clear her throat. "But, back to matters at hand. I'm sure you can imagine who I'm talking about when I say 'bloody mess', unless I have to spell it out for you?" She joked, her tone a bit serious.
"Bite me," Tamsin grumbled, glaring at the immortal. "So what if she came into the bar? It's like you've fucking adopted her or something. With how old you are, you're like some fucked up form of great-great-great… beyond great grandma."
"Don't be jealous that I've witnessed events you couldn't even dream of, succubus," Kenzi snapped, causing the succubus to flinch slightly, "You may be ages old for your kind, but honey, I've lived longer than most of this realm. Having to live my life was not an easy burden. When I met Bo, I saw a similar sense of burden behind her eyes and upon her shoulders. Taking her in and being a shoulder, a mentor for her made sense. I may kid around a lot, I may be very childish at times, but do not mistake that for weakness."
The emotion in Kenzi's voice caused the blonde to become slightly on edge. She certainly had not been expecting such a wake-up call talk from the usually immature and perky Fae. Tamsin only knew vague details about Bo's burden – that she needed assistance controlling her emotions - but as Odin said, she was only to know what was pertinent to her operation. Beyond that, she had no clue what exactly this burden was and why it made her so prone to emotional outbreaks.
"So… why seek me down? You still haven't answered why you're here," Tamsin said, crossing her arms across her chest. She knew it was safer to stop the path of their conversation before it went any further. It was far too late and the succubus hadn't had hardly enough vodka to stomach it.
At first, Kenzi only answered with a sigh. Her hands were messing with the rings that adorned her polished hand absentmindedly. Tamsin had the feeling she didn't necessarily want to broach the subject, but the truth would come out eventually.
"Bo… she's started the path. You won't understand just yet, but she's passed her first step at accepting her burden and becoming a full Valkyrie." Seeing the confusion cross green eyes, the brunette continued, "When she came in, she was all guilty and shit over the fact you were going to take the blame for her shortcomings in training. She also consumed more whiskey than usually a Sasquatch can handle, but she was determined. When she left, she pledged that she was going straight to Father Valhalla to fully commit to the sisterhood," Kenzi recalled, raising herself to her feet. She noticed the blonde go rigid as if she had no idea what to do with her body.
In a sense, the immortal was completely right; Tamsin had no idea whether to run to Odin at that very moment and hope to catch Bo before she blindly pledged to complete boot camp, or stay put and go ahead with her rational plan for the next day. In a rare moment, the succubus managed to keep away from her rash side.
Defeated, the blonde grabbed a fresh bottle of her favorite vodka and took a healthy swig. It relaxed the anxiety and confusing emotions inside of her heart and her head. She turned to Kenzi and offered her a drink. The brunette happily accepted, and the pair sat in silence as they finished the entire bottle before the succubus passed out on her couch.
The next day was business as usual for the adequately charged succubus. Kenzi had been long gone, most likely leaving shortly after Tamsin passed out on the couch. She was to report to Odin, as she did every day, though this day was to be different. After their failure of a sparring session, Tamsin denied Bo any further training due to her lack of commitment. While she knew the god would understand, she would also receive some sort of punishment. After all, she has spent years trying to get the Valkyrie to toughen up and realize her full potential and still, Bo had not fully transformed. But, she was as stubborn as stubborn can be, a trait Tamsin unfortunately shared.
Her long legs carried her through the grand halls of Odin's castle, Valhalla, and into the hall where his throne sat. During this point of the day, she was sure Freya would be somewhere around the king instead of in her hall on the other side of the castle. If all of Asgard except for the castle were to burst into flame and cause the citizens to retreat into the castle, there would still be empty halls and empty rooms within. Valhalla, aside from being the place where a Valkyrie delivers the souls of brave soldiers, was massive and grandiose beyond comparison.
Upon entrance into Valaskjalf, Tamsin gave a prompt salute to her superior before approaching him.
There was hardly a day when Odin didn't look like the opposing god that he was; fully-clad in his enchanted golden armor, his spear Gungnir strapped on his back for easy access, and his signature Aesir helm that cleverly hid his dead eye. He turned his head just slightly, using his peripherals to identify his guest. The beginnings of a smile crossed his face as he fully turned to face Tamsin. Wisdom and power swirled around in Odin's good eye as he looked down at the succubus.
"Report, captain."
Tamsin chewed on her lip momentarily before responding, "Have you spoken with Bo recently, sir?"
"That's hardly a report, but I'll let it slide this once. No, I haven't spoken to Isabeau since our meeting before your evening spar yesterday. Now please, report," Odin commanded in a soft, yet daunting tone. It was what he was famous for: leading with soft hands that had an iron grip. Tamsin's gaze faltered, choosing to now look at her feet instead of him.
"Bo has shown a lack of dedication to the Valkyrie way. She continually shuns her practices, and if I get the chance to have a session with her, she often becomes too clouded in emotions to continue and just breaks down. I can't make any progress when she is her own wall. I have… decided to halt training until she shows full commitment," she said, her voice strong and unwavering.
Thank you gods, she praised to herself. It would have been beyond embarrassing to crack in front of Odin. She still couldn't avoid the slight cower when his gaze became intense for a hair too long. Tamsin wanted to believe it wasn't aimed towards her, but when his golden eye focused on her, it was clear luck wasn't her best friend.
Rather suddenly, the god towered in front of Tamsin, casting a shadow over her entirely. His armor added nearly two feet of height difference between the two. As if waiting for attack, his ravens sat perched on his throne, wings open wide in a taunting stance.
She knew punishment was coming, but the feeling of dread still pooled in her belly. It needed to happen and be over with so she could have some mindless sex and forget about the bratty princess plaguing her mind. In reflex, Tamsin hardly noticed her eyes had shut. After another moment, she noticed his stance had softened extensively.
"Lucky for you, succubus, my lovely Queen has already shared with me that our daughter opened up to her last night. Even if she had not, I would not blame you for her reckless behavior." With his comment, Odin resumed his previous position sitting upon his throne. Tamsin released the massive breath of air she had been holding in the entire time. A relief had been taken from her shoulders, but it instead was replaced with dread for the young Valkyrie. Boot camp isn't easy even for a veteran Valkyrie… Bo would get torn apart.
"Then you cannot let her start training with her sisters yet! She hardly can eat dinner without crying over how damn good the pudding is; how is she to be expected to control her doubt long enough to not break? How can she take such pain?" Tamsin yelled, her voice more passionate than she expected. While she loathed mostly everything about the pampered princess, she knew of the suffering a Valkyrie had to go through before she earned her wings. Most of the girls in the sisterhood were not nearly as emotionally prone as the brunette; she knew Bo would be emotionally destroyed by the feelings of sorrow and despair, the feeling of helplessness and desecration.
Odin remained silent for a moment as he sat on her words. The anticipation made the blonde repeatedly pace back and forth, unconsciously gnawing on her bottom lip. What if it ended badly? What if she was banished AND Bo sent to boot camp? The guilt, coupled with her growing hunger, made Tamsin's head hurt. She was still rolling from Kenzi's vintage chi, but being in Odin's presence was almost draining her energy.
"I'm not unforgiving. You have shown me real commitment and gratitude, so for that, you have another chance. You are permitted to use whatever… ahem… measures necessary to help my daughter commit. She needs to be able to have a firm grip and acceptance of her emotions to become her true help. With your succubus nature and drive, you are the right person for this job. I expect better news in your next report, captain. Dismissed." Odin's magic promptly removed Tamsin from his room, leaving the blonde standing and staring at the grand stone doors. Her orders were very clear, and she had one very clear idea in mind to placate the Valkyrie.
She would have to break her in the one way a succubus was best at.
Her feet moved on autopilot as she searched for the Valkyrie in the winding halls of Valhalla. Her main guess was that Bo was either in her quarters still or her "zen" zone on the edges of the forest. The mere thought made Tamsin roll her eyes. The woman was such a softy for being a killer for a living.
For once that day, her suspicions were right when she saw the cascading brunette curls falling from the edge of a tree branch. Bo had crafted herself a small bench on her favorite tree, which apparently was the one thing the baby Fae was even good at, Tamsin mused. It only sat about seven feet from the ground, but the succubus still had to crane her neck to get a good look.
From this angle, Tamsin got a full view of Bo's cleavage and she couldn't help but salivate. Her core throbbed uncomfortably as she fully realized her intentions in finding the brunette. While she told herself she was planning to fuck the Valkyrie into submission, the actual thought and planning to act it out set Tamsin's body on fire.
She wanted to lean up and bite her neck while toying with her nipples from behind, trapping her to her little tree bench. The succubus gritted her teeth at the awkward angle which prevented her thoughts from becoming actions. That, and the sudden appearance of warm brown eyes looking down into her own nearly made her jump out of her skin.
At first, Bo's voice didn't quite reach her brain; her eyes were undoubtedly clouded with her succubus hunger. She cursed quietly to herself as her conscious mind knew how foolish she was acting.
"…Tamsin?" A quick whack to her cheek brought Tamsin's attention back to present. The Valkyrie had come down from her spot and stood on solid ground. She grabbed Bo's wrist and trapped it with the other one, roughly pinning her curvy frame to the tree. A sharp gasp came from Bo as she felt the bark dig into her back, creating a painful pinching. But, waves of pleasure from the succubus started to flood down her arms and the pain warped into the pleasurable pain – the kind Bo sinfully loved.
Under her grip, Bo's aura was so hot that Tamsin swore she would combust from the pure energy. It spurred the blonde on even more. She pressed her body against the Valkyrie's, rubbing their sensitive breasts together and nipping down on Bo's neck. Moans flew freely from the brunette's mouth at the blonde's treatment; every nerve ending was on fire in her body and she had never been wetter in her life. All she wanted was the sweet relief she yearned for, and she yearned for the succubus to give it to her. Valkyrie pride aside, she wanted to be fucked – and fucked hard.
She felt like she should feel weak under Tamsin's grasp, but instead it invigorated her. Seldom did she relinquish control in bed, but she knew this was a battle better lost than won. It was better to give into the whims of the crazed succubus.
A loud whimper escaped Bo's mouth when a set of fingers forced their way into her tight leather pants. She hardly realized the blonde's lips were on her ear until she spoke.
"Slutty Valkyrie… no panties… and you've made a mess inside of your pants. You are dripping, sweetheart," Tamsin breathed as she slid just the tip of one of her fingers through the sopping folds. Bo arched her hips to receive more contact, releasing a needy moan. All she got was a chuckle and the succubus' hips slamming her own back into the tree to prevent any movement.
"Tell me, Bo… why are you so wet for me? Was my previous assessment correct? You're a naughty Valkyrie, one who can't accept the burdens placed before her, but instead hides in endless sex and adrenaline-pumping activities. You deserved to be fucked into your place, sweetheart." Tamsin's tone was taunting as she plunged three fingers unexpectedly into the Valkyrie. She bit down on her lips harshly as she engaged in a rough kiss, mimicking the rough thrusting of her fingers.
Trapped under Tamsin's hands and hips, all Bo could do fall victim to the sensations assaulting her body. The rough penetration was sweetly painful and she almost came without any clitoral stimulation. But it just wasn't enough; every time those slender fingers slammed into her, her wrist came just short of rubbing her waiting bud.
"God…. Fuck…" Bo groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure.
"You ready to submit fully to me yet, princess?" Tamsin growled lustfully, extending her thumb and ghosting it over her clit. The brunette moaned in anticipation, too deep in pleasure to comprehend answering.
The fingers were suddenly removed from her body, causing Bo to moan in disappointment. It was seconds later, when her pants were suddenly yanked down her legs, that she realized the reason for change. Hot breath spread across her clit and she nearly blanked out in white hot need. She needed that tongue to touch her… she just was too prideful to beg.
"C'mon Bo… don't you want this succubus to suck your needy clit? It's weeping for me. I want to drag my tongue through your folds…" Tamsin slid her tongue along Bo's inner thigh, spreading her wider for better access. Unconsciously, Bo grasped onto the tree and tried to allow her throat to say anything instead of gasp wildly. "… thrust my tongue into you and taste your pure nectar… but you gotta beg for it, kid," she breathed, emphasizing her point by biting quickly right above her bud.
Finally, Bo screamed out, "Fuck me, Tamsin! Fuck me like I deserve, you fucking sex demon." She almost didn't need to finish her sentence before the succubus went right to sucking her clit. She moaned out loud, long and hearty, as her orgasm rushed to her head and nearly crippled her. Tamsin spread charm as she thrust her fingers back into the Valkyrie, aggressively thrusting against her g-spot. The small part of reason told her to go easier on the brunette, but she was too intoxicated in Bo's juices and sexual energy.
Bo wailed as her second orgasm eventually melted into the longest orgasm she ever had, especially when it morphed into a third orgasm when Tamsin unexpectedly bit her clit. That unusual pull kept her floating in euphoria for what seemed like years, and when it finally ended, the succubus' body was the only thing that kept her from falling.
Tamsin stiffened when the Valkyrie collapsed on her; her overcharged body screamed to carry the winded brunette to her home and draw out more of those incredible sounds, but she steeled herself. Especially knowing she was responsible for helping Bo shield her emotions, she could not allow herself to become intimate or emotionally attached to her. The mere thought caused a small pang in her heart, but she swiftly ignored it.
After helping a shaky Bo pull her pants up, the succubus closed herself off and stood a respectable distance from the brunette.
"This… this was nothing. It was merely a feed, a release," Tamsin reasoned, speaking to both herself and to Bo. "As your trainer, I am to help you control and harness your emotions so you can even consider surviving boot camp. How you've come this far, I'll never know. Starting tomorrow, I need you committed and ready for anything. This won't be a walk in pussy heaven like you're used to, but there's no more running away. You are stuck with me."
She gave Bo a sly wink, pulling out both of her daggers and moving into a defensive position. She saw the confused look cross the Valkyrie's face, including a look of mild dread and exasperation.
"One night stand turns murderous - happens a lot more than you'd think. Just because you're post-coital and cozy doesn't mean you're safe," Tamsin said, eyes shining with mischief and excitement.
"Fuck me…" Bo muttered as she reluctantly equipped her sword and shield.
"Already did that, princess. If I recall, you highly enjoyed it also," the succubus retorted, her voice low and dripping with her signature teasing tone. Switching into a battle stance, she smirked and said, "This, however, you won't enjoy so much."
A/N: The next chapter will explore a little more about Bo's obligations, the "start" of her training, and some insight to her side of things. As always, thanks for reading and please review! xx