All alone in her drunken state, Helga threw herself on the bed after an hour-long struggle to put her daughters to sleep. Burying her face into the pillow, she could feel the weight of a thousand years making her body sink into the mattress. Her fingers, her legs, and even the muscles on her face were strained with enough tension to nearly make her nearly go insane.
'Razor should feel lucky he doesn't have to deal with mental aging...' To conquer time was in some sense conquering himself, which in turn helped the mortal immortal realize that boredom was the healthiest state for any mortal.
Helga on the other hand was very aware of her mortality, she could be killed at any moment, and the only thing that kept it from happening was the lack of an enemy that was bound to destroy the rest of Athenia, including her daughters.
"Shut up you stupid winged fuck," she said to herself.
Only a moment later, did she finally begin to feel calm, and yet at the cusp of falling asleep, her blurred gaze laid on the portrait of Raven and Mel fucking each other's minds out. An ember of passion sparked in her heart. Reminded of her time as a tyrannical general of the holy war, she saw visions of herself crushing the skulls of her enemies while fucking their sons and daughters.
The vision often served as a warning to never be defeated until her daughters could defend themselves. But tonight the memories of her conquest, of her bringing the mightiest warriors to their knees to beg, was just a tantalizing tease. She watched her army rape women and men of all ages to spread the blood that was blessed by the goddess Aphrodite.
The victims were forced to renounce their gods or suffer degradation only a devil could conjure in its mind.
But to her misfortune, like all mothers late at night, she grew far too tired to even fuck her own body. Instead, she wished it was the young hero pushing her legs apart and fucking her until his balls were emptied deep inside her pussy.
'Ughhh...What's wrong with this body? I can fight horrors all day, but being a mother is what tires me?' Still getting used to handling children–at this point a pair of teens, Helga couldn't believe how tiring it had turned out to be. 'Fuck it, I'll just sleep for now.'
Deciding to just sleep her worries away, she tossed and turned and ever so often returned to the memories of her riding Raven. Fucking her pussy with her fingers every other hour, she grew more and more sweaty as well as tired. At one point, she wished she was still lactating so she could drink her own juices from her tits.
The sight of the veins visible over her breasts even now, was enough to tempt the best of saints, but long ago when she'd been breastfeeding, her tits being full of milk appeared even more heavenly.
However, despite her many lovers, masters, and victims, none had the opportunity to suckle on her lactating tits. Not simply because she didn't allow herself to get pregnant before her daughter, but rather due to her heavenly curse of a blessing.
'If only Fedrick wasn't so uptight, maybe he would've been the first...' With a dreamy chuckle, the Valkyrie; finally after hours of pleasing herself, fell asleep.
Even in her sleep, she couldn't escape her haunting past. From the death of her husband while he was away from home and leading a battalion, to her own resignation shortly after; such thoughts plagued her still.
And despite her horrific crimes of the past, not tagging along with him, and letting countless of her own soldiers die the last time she led a battalion for the city of Athenia were some of her biggest regrets in life, right after ever following the command of the goddess of life.