The Valkyrie's Hunt - COMPLETE

Chapter 1. The Lost Lagoon

⚠️CW: Public sex, F/F/F, sex magic ⚠️

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It was warm, with a hint of autumn breeze cutting through the balmy night, raising goosebumps on Luci's bare neck, reminding her of what she'd lost as she wove between the parked cars and the concrete buildings. Her golden hair was braided tight, trailing down her spine under the jacket she always wore. The black leather jacket that matched the collar which she was here to find again.

Her collar.

The one with the shield embedded in its supple centre, embossed with serpents and His mark. The Valknot of Woden, King of the Gods, which signified that she was His and no-one elses, marked as free to come and go as she pleased but always bound, ultimately, to stand by his side in the final battle. Once upon a time "His" had been "Theirs", but His lady wife was long gone and, despite his long searching, never found. The Valkyries took their responsibilities in keeping him company even more seriously after he returned from his wandering, grief an ever-present shadow on his shoulders.

Luci and her three sisters-in-arms each wore his mark as a shield on a collar, the shields they would one day carry into battle again. Or at least, they were supposed to. The shield-maidens' shields had been stolen and Luci had travelled a long way to get them back. It took a lot of power to manifest in Midgard, and still more to stay there, so the Valkyries could only muster enough to send one of their own and she would have to continually create more in order to stay long enough to retrieve their stolen talismans. That power could be fed by blood, or by Luci's preferred method in the manifest realm; sex.

Midgard, with all it's fleshly delights, was Luci's favourite of the nine worlds and she relished the opportunity to hunt down the thief and make them pay almost as much as she relished the chance to indulge in the pleasures denied to normally discarnate beings such as the Valkyries. She would need to find both the trail of the shields, and a bed to keep warm in short order. She grinned, feeling a thrill at the mere thought of the challenges ahead and a ripple of anticipatory pleasure coursed up her spine. The hunt was on.

Her boots beat the tarmac in time with the music pouring out of the club.

Where shall I start? She mused, reaching into the pouch of runes in her pocket and fondling the wooden staves within, smooth under her fingertips, until one gave that electric prickle which meant it was correct. That one was pulled from the pouch, a whisper of wyrd to point her in the right direction along the strands of fate.

Laguz, the lake rune, shimmered on the blood-stained stick.

Luci skimmed her surroundings. The club's name shone in neon blue LEDs; The Lost Lagoon.

That answered that question then. Runes safely zipped back into her leather, the Valkyrie turned up her collar and put a sway into her hips as she strode towards the entrance, dark eyes flashing with desire at the partygoers queueing outside. The bouncer responded instinctively to the fighter's ease of movement and began to square up to Luci, to block her way, but as he found himself looking down at the pretty little lady, she let the desire rising from the deepest well of her being seep into her eyes and swirl out into his. She watched as a shudder of longing coiled around his brain and his objections to her entry melted away. She placed one small hand upon his chest and, stretching up on tiptoes, kissed him gently on the cheek as he found himself making way, just barely resisting the urge to sweep a bow in her honour.

As Luci sashayed into the depths of the club she chuckled, knowing that the momentary touch of magical lust would pass him by as soon as she was out of sight, and delighting in the power. It was a dangerous game as mortal minds could easily become obsessed with that taste - elf-struck, it was sometimes called - and that could lead them to do outrageous things, but dangerous games were her favourite kind to play.

The pulse of the pounding music thrummed like the ocean rocking the shore, vibrating through her chest, her belly, her sex, as her feet tapped and span her through the heaving crowd. The lights, deep blues and greens reflecting the club's name, swept over them all, immersing the huntress in an underwater world. Silver and gold fishes glimmered on the walls and a great sculpted kraken seemed to writhe over the ceiling. Luci swam through the people, her fingers trailing over bare arms and inviting breasts and the desire in her responding to the heat of passion writhing through the dancers. Some turned away, uninterested, or already taken, but in others she could sense their wanting and those she wound closer to, feeding off their freely offered lust. Soon she was moving between two women, all three slick with sweat from the dance, their cropped tops covering little more than their bras and short skirts barely stopping the flashes of matching thongs from catching Luci's eye.

Moving in time with the bass she circled her hips, her leather clad butt grinding into the lap of the brunette behind her, whose hands slid over her hips, fingers suddenly gripping Luci tight.

"I'd love to see you make her cum." The brunette told Luci, voice dripping with desire.

"It would be my pleasure." Was the entirely truthful reply. Luci loved an audience, especially an approving one.

Luci wriggled so one butt cheek was stroking between the brunette's legs, her sit bone providing just enough pressure that she knew the woman would enjoy and, sure enough, the power was rising. Luci pulled the woman in front of her closer, and tucked a strand of bleached white hair behind her heavily pierced ear, moving her fingers just a little slower and more deliberately than was necessary, to draw blondie's attention. The hazel eyes tracked Luci's fingers to her lips as she moistened them and reached back across to the long neck and tender breasts offered up. She traced her wet fingertips over the exposed flesh, down to the woman's hips, and then reached under her skirt, still rubbing against the brunette who nodded permission to the momentarily uncertain blonde woman. Luci found the edge of the thong under her fingertips and caressed the lips there, pushing aside the thin fabric and running her thumb through the honey that filled the well, up to the sensitive clit. Touching gently to test the reaction first, then rubbing circles with her wet thumb around that point of pleasure as her fingers tickled along the petals of that velvety flower.

"Mmmmmmmnnnnnnnggggg" Blondie's moans were barely audible under the waves of the music, music which was building as the power was. She pressed down against Luci's fingers, her hands on Luci's shoulders, nails beginnings to dig in.

"Please." She begged as Luci teased, with fingers stroking, dipping into the wet, stroking harder. Luci grinned and suddenly held her hand still, fingertips poised at the entrance, thumb lightly quivering on the sensitive, lubricated clit. Blondie shuddered, trying to impale herself on the tantalising promise of release as Luci kept just out of reach, breathing in the magic of desire, of wanting, until the whimpers edged towards pure frustration and it was time. The beat dropped as Luci entered the woman and began to pulse her fingers inside her, rubbing the clit in time with her thrusting hips until it all reached that peak and the woman tipped over the edge, spilling her pleasure over and over with the pressure of Luci's fingers inside her.

Brunette shuddered in delight, and Luci took that thread of desire, of pleasure at witnessing, and looped it back round into its source until she tipped over the edge too and the Valkyrie drank the Power that rolled from them both, feeding it back to them and sending each towards further peaks. With each rise and swell of pleasure, the Power brought them to orgasm, and Luci with it, until each moment of bliss caused the next. The dancers nearest couldn't help but feel it too, echoes of their fondest encounters rippled through their bodies in sympathy, though few noticed the scene in their midst directly.

Luci fed deeply. This was why she had been chosen to walk the earth seeking their lost shields. She was a Valkyrie, yes, but that was only a title. Before she was Chosen by Woden's Lady to join their ranks, she had been something else, an elf of the night-time court, versed in the magic of pleasure. The magic of the Succubi. Of all her sisters-in-arms she was the one able to draw power from pleasure, and not require a bloodbath to give her the power to journey in Midgard until all thirteen shields were returned.

And any succubi knows, pleasure shared is pleasure multiplied.

Finally she was sated. She pulled her fingers from the quaking honey-pot and, as slowly as before, brought her fingers to her lips and licked the taste of the blonde woman clean away. As she slipped from between the two ladies, giving each a gentle kiss as they slid, happy and weak-kneed, to cuddle on the floor together, she noticed a pair of watchful, sea-green eyes, overlooking the dancefloor from the balcony above.

She specifically noticed the pair of eyes looking over her.