#sumbel
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
Lemonade?
Norse Pagan folks, what do you think an appropriate drink would be for a sober sumble (I'm thinking maybe a honey sweetened ice tea or lemonade)? I'm trying to plan a sumble for a family friendly and sober inclusive group and I would love ideas
106 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sacrifice
Surtr!Kyojuro x AFAB!Worshipper!Reader
Content Warnings: MDNI, explicit sexual content, penetrative sex, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, masturbation (Kyo), getting caught masturbating (Kyo), knotting, Kyojuro is in heat, Kyo has a massive breeding kink, lactation kink (Kyo loves your titties), size kink, pregnancy kink, pregnancy (at the end), using horns as handles, implied belly bulging, mommy kink (reader referred to as both “mommy” and “mother”), love confessions at the very end, douma being an asshole, incorrect interpretation of norse mythology, reader is given as a human sacrifice to Kyo, mentions of animal sacrifice, reader referred to as “pretty girl” sometimes, please lmk if I missed anything!
Summary: The legends stated that the mighty fire giant would one day bring about the beginnings of Ragnarok and engulf the world in flames. You had been told of these prophecies since childhood and were a firm believer in appeasing the proclaimed Ruler of Fire through worship and sacrifice – just as you had been taught by the village elders since you were a mere child. What you didn’t expect, however, was for the village to turn their back on you and suggest that what would be needed would be a human sacrifice to appease the giant once and for all.
Word Count: ~6k
Divider Credit: @/benkeibear
A/N: So sorry this took so long!! I've had a mess of a week so far. I hope the fic is worth the wait! Apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors (I tried my best).
A fire blazed in the heart of the village, crackling with embers floating gracefully and smoke ebbing above the tallest of houses – its heat a sharp contrast to the bitter cold of the autumn night. Members of the village surrounded the bonfire, sitting with their families as they feasted, bellies full with the meat stew that was provided for them. A single bowl was left untouched amongst each family – a welcoming invitation for the dead to engage in the festivities that were part of Vetrnætr.
As chieftain, you engaged with the families, wishing them good health and happiness as they did the same for you, before engaging in sumbel with them as you poured wine onto the grass below.
“Freyr will be most pleased by your worship.”
In a way of parting from families, you’d praise their good faith before moving on to the next family. The smiles were abundant amongst the villagers, and, once you’d made your way fully around the bonfire, you removed your sword from your scabbard and raised it high into the air.
“Today we celebrate, and are thankful to the god Freyr for a wonderful harvest. Please join me in this sacrifice, in order to show our thanks to the deities of all the Nine Realms.”
However, before you could commit to the sacrifice – the poor lamb that was before you – a cold hand gripped at your shoulder, which made you turn in confusion.
“Perhaps I should tell you, before you engage in such an act, that the priest has some… concerns,” the man – Enmu you believed his name was – whispered. You sighed and sheathed your sword once more, your blood beginning to boil as you’d wondered what he could possibly want in the middle of the village’s celebration.
You trudged your way through the temple that resided on the outskirts of the village. The door creaked open as you walked through, and before you sat the village priest, who sat on a cushion made of feathers and animal skin. He upturned his lips upon seeing you, yet it wasn’t a true smile.
You knew he didn’t know how to, after all.
“Ah! My lovely Chieftain,” Douma drawled, “such a beautiful night to celebrate Vetrnætr, isn’t it? Although, I doubt that Freyr will grant you the beauty or fertility needed to continue your lineage this upcoming year, truly a shame,” he said, faking a pout.
You fought the urge to ball your fists. The village elders, and, apparently now the village priest as well, had been pressing you for a child – particularly a son – however, despite many suitors attempting to lay their claim to the throne, and therefore you, none had been successful.
Despite this jab, you maintained composure, “what do you need from me, Douma? You’ve interrupted the sacrifice.” You stared him down, and he forced a small laugh.
“Oh my, a harsh tongue doesn’t suit you, dear Chief” he sneered, “You see, I have become aware of some rather concerning events – ones surrounding Ragnarök in particular,” he paused, observing you for any kind of reaction, “unfortunately, it seems Surtr has traveled from Muspelheim to Midgard.”
Your eyes widened, “how would he be able to do such a thing? He isn’t a deity–”
“–ah, but he is a jötunn, and therefore would have the ability to travel between the realms,” Douma countered, “did you never pay attention to my lessons during your youth?”
You rolled your eyes, “you speak as though we do not dedicate sacrifices to him with each solstice. You know appeasing his anger is one of my most steadfast beliefs.”
Douma hummed, “well, it appears that you did not follow through with this past solstice, my dear Chieftain – rather dedicating it to Freyr than to Surtr – and, to be completely honest, I am quite disappointed in that fact.”
The door shut behind you, and two warriors stood on either side of you. You grabbed the hilt of your sword, sensing distrust in the air.
“Do you know, Chieftain, what would be required to adequately appease the Ruler of Fire?”
You pulled out your sword and swung at the warrior on your right, an attack which was quickly blocked by his own weapon. You landed a kick to the left one’s stomach, only for it to be trapped in an unwavering grip by the warrior’s arms. You attempted to swing your sword at him in retaliation, only for your arm to also be grabbed by the one on your right.
Douma stood up and walked towards you, gripping your chin – the cold of his skin causing you to wince.
“A proper, human sacrifice.”
A blow landed to the back of your neck, and your vision faded to black.
—
You awoke to a chill that laid upon your skin, feeling as though you were made of ice rather than of flesh. You were completely bare, lying on a wooden floor of what you presumed to be the priest’s sacred temple, as your vision was fully obstructed by a cloth which wrapped around your eyes. Upon moving your arms – which were thankfully in front of you and not behind, you noticed that your wrists were also bound by rope to prevent you from making any potential escape from Douma’s clutches.
Outside, you heard footsteps approaching, and the door swung open – causing you to flinch at the loud creak that sounded from it. A rough hand grabbed at your arm and pulled you up to your feet, forcing you outside where you heard murmurs of villagers on either side of you. Your cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment, the idea of your beloved villagers seeing you in such a state bringing tears to your eyes in pure shame.
“All of you, please say your final goodbyes to our beloved Chieftain – for she has volunteered to become the sacrifice that will appease Surtr and end his threats of Ragnarök!”
You couldn’t hear the cheers of your people over your pulse pounding in your ears, completely helpless as you were all but dragged along the dirt and gravel pathway before being placed on a horse. A faint rustling could be heard before you felt a rope tied around your neck.
“Be careful not to fall off, my dear Chieftain, lest your neck snap as you’re dragged along the rugged terrain by your horse,” Douma whispered to you before saddling himself onto a separate horse, and you could only assume that this rope was also tied to the horse in some way, thus forcing you to go wherever Douma led you.
You begrudgingly held tight against the horse’s mane as it went into a trot, the wind blowing harshly against your naked skin as the voices of the villagers slowly faded away, replaced by the clopping of hooves as you traversed to a place unfamiliar.
The horses did not stop, and you could only tell the passage of time as the cool of night gave way to the blazing heat of the sun that seared itself into your back. Hours must have passed, and your muscles grew sore the longer you traveled.
At some point, the horses slowed, and the sun’s heat was obstructed by a shadow which loomed above you. Again, a faint rustling could be heard before you were taking off of the horse’s back – yet the rope stayed wrapped around your neck, yet it was no longer taut if you tried pulling away from the horse’s body. You were dragged into the cool shadow, before a hand gripped at your hair.
“Such a shame you never produced a son,” Douma muttered into your ear, “you wouldn’t have to die if you were nice and fertile, my dear Chieftain.”
You could only imagine the nasty grin on his face as he pushed you forward, causing you to lose your footing and fall what could’ve been roughly two meters before hitting solid rock. You heard laughter above you before it started to fade away.
Luckily, the fall seemed to loosen the cloth which covered your eyes, allowing you to see out of one of them, yet you doubted it would be of much help as you got your bearings and realized that you were indeed alone in a dark cave, being left to starve and rot as a form of sacrifice to Surtr.
You decided, that if you were going to die anyway, that you’d at least explore the cave you were pushed into.
It was dark, yet not damp, the stone beneath you as dry as the walls that surrounded you, and you wondered if the sun somehow reached its way into the depths of this cave to evaporate the moisture. There was no life, not a single lizard or insect to be seen – although a few animal bones would be strewn about here and there as you continued your descent further into the cave.
You traversed further, being careful to not trip over any rocks or pitfalls. After what seemed to be an hour of exploration, you saw the tiniest spark of light in the distance.
Perhaps a way out? You thought, and walked closer to this flickering light, and the rather narrow tunnel you were in gave way to a large cavern – with a large bonfire in the middle, one much larger than the one in your village during the celebration of Vetrnætr.
Unlike the blazing heat of the sun from earlier, the warmth of the bonfire was comforting, with its orange hue flickering along the walls of the cavern.
As you got closer, you heard the slightest shifting from the other side of the cavern, followed by what could only be described as a low growl. You froze, unsure of how to proceed in front of a potential predator with nothing to defend yourself with. You slowly crouched and walked towards the bonfire, and, despite your hands being tied, managed to pick up one of the smaller logs on the outer ring of the fire before dousing the tip of it in flames – a weapon, should you need to use it.
As you slowly walked around the bonfire, you found a rather peculiar sight – realizing that the growl did not come from the likes of an animal.
But who– or what was before you was certainly not human.
The being before you was huge, possibly even a jötunn. You were never one to doubt your beliefs, but the idea that a creature from another realm was before your very eyes was difficult to swallow. However, from what you could remember from your religious texts, a jötunn is the only creature you could bring yourself to categorize it as.
The creature had large, curved horns that were sizable in their girth, and its tusks – not fangs – emerged up from its lower jaw. What’s more, it had pointed ears on either side of its head which emerged through hair resembling that of fire, locks that matched the finest gold and ruby gemstones that would cost a fortune in your village.
Unlike the face, its body looked quite human – although its very naked form boasted large, dense muscles throughout its entire body, and a cock that made you swallow absentmindedly from just how threatening its size was.
The creature was stroking its girth, thumbing itself over the leaking slit – a slight shudder escaping from its throat. It started to fuck itself into its grip, thrusting quickly as though chasing its release. Its other hand was fondling its balls – which looked heavy and full of seed, before having its hand move slightly upward towards the slightly swollen base of its cock, softly massaging it to seemingly ease the tension it caused.
Fully flushed with embarrassment, you backed away from the creature before you, each step seemingly calculated in order to escape this situation.
Is the creature sentient? It seems to be humanoid– does that mean it can think like a human? What if it’s a predator and kills me?
Thoughts rushed through your mind, seemingly going into a frenzy as you worried about potential outcomes of this situation.
Crack!
In your panic, you managed to step on a stray twig that managed to stray from the center of the bonfire.
The creature stopped its movements, and immediately turned its head to the source of the sound.
Its amber and crimson eyes opened and glared into yours.
“F-Fuck—!”
With one glance over your naked form, the creature before you released its seed, spilling it all over its fist and shaft, with the remaining drops dribbling onto its lower abdomen. It continued to slowly rub its fist up and down its length, closing its eyes as it played with its tip up until the last of its cum dribbled out from the slit, before tensing and looking back at you, eyes widening in shock – as though it couldn’t believe you were actually there.
“I’m sorry!” the creature exclaimed, a blush so red blooming across its cheeks that it seemingly felt the same amount of embarrassment as you. It hastily wiped itself clean on the furred animal skin it was laying upon. “I– I can explain, really– just– who are you? Why are you here?”
You were in shock, so much so that you couldn’t even eke out a full sentence. Your eyes drifted down to its cock once more, which – much to your surprise – was still standing incredibly tall and proud as it curved up towards the creature’s stomach. Heat prickled across your cheeks and down your chest as the fiery-haired being used its hands to cover itself up in front of you – sensing that you might be uncomfortable from bearing witness to such an event.
This is ridiculous, you thought, you are the Chieftain of your village – compose yourself!
“I am Y/N, leader of my village and child of a family of famed warriors,” you introduced yourself.
The creature raised an eyebrow to you in response.
“And what exactly brings a village leader into my cave?”
You hesitated, humiliation flooding your veins even more so than before.
“I– I was overthrown by the village priest and have been made a sacrifice to Surtr, the Ruler of Fire.”
You expected laughter from the jötunn before you, closing your eyes to hide whatever dignity you had left from what Douma stripped from you. However, instead of hearing a cacophony of hearty noises from the creature’s throat, you instead heard the thud of footsteps approaching you.
Slowly, the jötunn reached forward and removed the bandages which obstructed your vision, loosening and pulling them away with his large fingers, careful to not touch you unnecessarily in the process.
Your eyes widened as you looked up at the giant, his eyes surprisingly kind as he looked down at you. He bunched the bandages in his hands before tossing them to the side, then continued untie the ropes that were digging into your wrists and cast them aside as well.
“If what you say is true, please inform your village that I do not take human sacrifices.”
Your heart seemed to have traveled up to your throat, its beats both fast and fluttery.
“That would imply that I could go back– wait, what are you talking about?”
Then, the creature did finally let out a laugh – a small chuckle that rose from his chest and was deep and bassy as it rose through his throat.
“My dear human, I am the one you people refer to as Surtr.”
You stopped, instinctively stepping back – away from the creature that just claimed to be the harbinger of destruction – the one to bring flames that will engulf all nine realms and Yggdrasil itself.
You did what you believed best, and forced your body to the rocky floor of the cave, bowing in absolute submission and respect for such a being – nearly cowering in the presence of such raw power presented before you.
“Stand up, please, there’s no need for that here.”
You looked up at the being before you, rather confused by his words.
He sighed, “you humans have beliefs of me that are so far from the truth, it’s saddening.”
A pause, the only sound in the cavern being the crackling of the wood against flames.
“My real name is Kyojuro, the name ‘Surtr’ is a title bestowed upon me that I did not wish to receive. I am not going to harm you or your village, I do not wish for such evil. Whatever “priest” thought that a human sacrifice would appease this nonexistent will of mine is, to put simply, a fool.”
You let out a shaky breath, and he reached out his hand – one that dwarfed your own – toward you.
“Stand up.”
He was smiling as you took his hand, with a gaze that was comforting and kind as he sent sparks through your skin with his touch.
The prickling heat returned to your cheeks.
“I’ll help you get back to your village,” he promised.
You froze, your heartbeat quickening once more as you registered his words.
“I can’t– please, I can’t go back, not after what they did to me,” you started, preparing yourself to beg and plead this god-like creature for mercy.
Kyojuro frowned, “I understand, but I can’t keep you here. You need to leave, I– I can’t have you stay.”
You knew it was selfish, to leave your people in the hands of Douma, but after what he did to you– after how he humiliated you.
Where the fire in your village was scalding, his was warm. Where those treated you with indifference or malice, he had been nothing but kind.
Was it really worth going back?
“I’d like to stay,” you decided.
Kyojuro stopped, each and every second becoming more and more difficult for the jötunn. Every passing moment he ignored his very obvious problem, he became this much closer to just bending you over and taking you like a wild animal. His blood was hot in his veins, and fire licked at his lower abdomen, pleasure bubbling once more to the surface as he continued to endure his heat.
“You don’t know what you’re asking of me, human,” he warned. He was using every ounce of his willpower in order to maintain his composure. His heat was going to near its peak soon, and he needed you away from him before that happened. He came to Midgard to weather it alone in his cave, and you were only making it all the more difficult.
“Kyojuro,” you uttered softly, and the creature before you let out a low growl, “will you let me stay if I…help?”
His cock twitched, precum dribbling slowly out of the tip, with the base of it swelling up once more.
“I don’t want you to try and sell yourself to me as though you’re a piece of meat. I–” he swallowed, “I appreciate the offer, but I can’t allow you to do that.”
“Kyojuro, I want to help you. I want this,” you assured, and he balled his hands into fists, as though the rope holding him together was about to snap.
“Y/N–” he warned, and you rolled your eyes.
“Please, fuck me, Kyojuro.”
The jötunn grabbed your arm, “if– if we are to do this, you must know that I am in heat, and I–” he swallowed, “I may not be able to control myself should we continue.”
You took your hand and brushed your fingers across his tightened grip, causing slight shivers to flow down his spine.
“Lose control, Kyojuro, I can take it.”
He groaned, and with his strength, picked you up and collided his lips with yours. Your hands sought either side of his face, kissing back with fervor as he moaned into your mouth. His tusks surprisingly didn’t obstruct your access to his mouth, and every once in a while he’d nip at your bottom lip, before laving his tongue over the swollen skin and pushing it into your mouth. You let out a small moan at the intrusion, and wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers finding purchase in his wild, fiery hair.
His grip on your body moved from your hips back towards your ass, cupping and massaging the muscle with his hands. His cock was stiff against your inner thigh, the precum spreading along your skin with each small movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist, moaning as his cock slipped between your legs and along your slit – the sheer girth of it a little worrisome as it pressed against your heat.
“Shit– so big, Kyojuro, hah–” you panted, and he growled.
“Never had cock this big before, have you? Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get you nice and ready to take me.”
He shifted your weight onto one of his arms, the muscles flexing as he shifted his other hand beneath you. Two of his fingers started rubbing along your clit, making small circular motions as his other hand groped at the fat of your ass. He lifted you up a little more so his mouth was in line with your breasts and pursed his lips around one of your perked up tits, sucking at it and licking broad stripes with his tongue. He groaned around your tit as he played with your pussy, reveling in how wet you were for him already. The mini vibrations sent electricity down your spine, and you moved your head to rest on his broad shoulder, giving small kisses to his neck as you whined from his ministrations.
“Lips feel so good, dear, love it when you kiss me like that,” he sighed, giving kisses to each of your breasts, “want to apologize for my earlier…release, you were just so beautiful…seeing you all naked ‘n presenting for me like that…made me want to breed you, pretty girl,” Kyojuro confessed, causing you to shiver as he softly whispered such filthy thoughts into your ear.
“Mmh– don’t apologize, Kyo– liked watchin’ you,” you admitted, and he let out a light chuckle, which made you lightly slap his rocky chest. He responded by giving a small bite to your breast, before licking it better with his skilled tongue.
“Yeah? You like the idea of me wanting to breed you? Getting you pregnant with my young?” he asked, his fingers moving from your clit down towards your entrance, where he inserted a single thick digit into your heat. You whined as your pussy clenched around the intrusion, and nodded in response, licking a stripe up his neck before kissing back down it again.
His finger thrust into you, curling against that one sensitive area inside of you as his thumb reached for and played with your clit. The moans that you let out echoed throughout the cavern, with the only other sounds being the shlick of Kyojuro’s finger deep in your cunt and the crackling of flames. After a while, he added a second digit, and slowly but surely worked you towards your peak, the tension slowly building up in your gut.
With one last swipe against your clit with his thumb, you came undone, your orgasm causing you to shudder and whine in his hold as he worked you through it, curling his fingers and rubbing your clit as you rode out each wave.
“Kyo–” you moaned, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers, and he smiled before meeting your lips in a heated kiss. He continued thrusting his fingers up into your now weeping cunt, prepping you nice and good to take his much thicker cock.
He walked back toward his makeshift bed – a pile of furs and animal skins which he must’ve collected prior to his heat – and gently placed you down on top of them. His large hands moved down your thighs, rubbing softly up and down your plush skin as he stared at the slick between your legs. He lowered himself between your thighs and inhaled deeply as he tried desperately to memorize your scent. He licked a stripe up your slit, causing you to jolt at the sensation, and moaned as your taste spread over his tongue like honey.
You squirmed underneath his touch, which made him hold your hips in place as he started to devour you. His tongue flicked over your clit before collecting more of your juices on his tongue. Your hands found his horns and gripped them tightly, pushing his head further between your thighs, earning a groan from Kyojuro. He pursed his lips and sucked at your clit before licking at it in circular motions, moving his hand between your legs again and pushing two digits inside your cunt once more, thrusting in and out of your hole with his fingers. After adding a third finger, he started curling his fingers into that one spot again, his movements quick and deft as he brought you to your second orgasm.
You moaned loudly as you came undone, legs shaking as your grip on his horns tightened, trying your best to buck your hips up into his face as he lapped up all of the juices that seeped out of your pussy. Only when you were able to open your eyes once more did you look down to see Kyojuro humping himself onto the fur pelts as he messily gathered the rest of your release onto his tongue.
“Kyo– please, I need you,” you whined, and he looked up at you with a fire ignited in his eyes. He got up, stroking his thick cock as he looked down upon your much smaller form.
“Get on all fours for me.”
Without hesitation, you rolled over and got on your hands and knees. Kyojuro kneeled behind you and placed his cock in between your wet folds, rubbing the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your juices. He shuddered before slowly pushing the head inside, causing you to tense slightly from how big the intrusion was.
“Relax for me, won’t you?” he asked softly.
You tried your best to relax, and he started to push more of his length inside of you, filling you up more than you ever thought possible. For a moment, he stayed like that, relishing in the feeling of your cunt tightly wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hips flush against your ass as you whined for him to move, please.
“Let me have this moment, dear, I– I haven’t felt something this wonderful in centuries,” he confessed, and you let out a soft mewl before complying with what he wanted.
After a few more moments, his cock dragged out of you slowly before thrusting back in. He rocked into you, slowly at first, which was most likely for the better considering how huge he was. He growled as he thrust into you, his heavy balls slapping against your clit as he reached underneath you to hold your stomach, pressing up slightly as he fully fucked his cock into you.
“Shit– you feel that, pretty girl? Feel my cock deep inside you?” he groaned, and you nodded helplessly, letting out a whine as he continued his movements. “Feel so good wrapped around me, so fuckin’ tight f’ me.”
You choked out another moan as he started increasing his speed, his groans becoming more frequent with each thrust. Kyojuro took his hand and gently tilted your chin up so you could look at him.
“Won’t last much longer, pretty girl,” he leaned down and kissed you, “gonna pull out, promise.”
You whined, “no– please, need your cum, Kyo– need it inside.”
He moaned loudly, “you have no idea what you’re asking of me, pretty. You’d end up taking my knot–”
“I want your knot, Kyo! Please give it to me–!”
Kyojuro thrust even harder into your sopping cunt upon hearing that, “fuck, you want my knot? I’ll get you fucking pregnant, fill you up with my young ‘n get your belly all swollen, you sure you want that?”
“Yes! Please Kyo–! Please–”
With a couple last thrusts, Kyojuro shot his seed inside of you, thick ropes painting your insides white and filling you up to the brim. You moaned as you felt the warmth spread deep inside of your cunt, and, before his release could begin to seep out of your pussy, a burning stretch began inside your abused hole. Realizing this is what Kyojuro meant by his knot, you tried to look behind you to catch sight of his cock seemingly expanding inside of your pussy, keeping his cum nicely plugged inside of you.
Kyojuro was panting, his voice rough as he pulled you up onto his lap.
“Good fuckin’ girl, taking my knot so well.” He looked down at your chest as you sat in his lap, his cock still rock hard and throbbing inside your wet cunt.
“Can’t wait to see these breasts filled with milk, gonna be such a good mommy, aren’t you?” he said before taking one of your tits in his mouth and sucking at it, as though he were trying to get you to produce milk already for him, and eventually his young, to feed on.
“Kyo, I– I’m sorry, but I’m not fertile, I– I’ve never been able to produce an heir with another man,” you sighed, and his eyes looked up to meet yours. “I’m really sorry, it’s why I was thrown down here in the first place” you continued, hoping your words wouldn’t anger him.
Instead of becoming angry, he simply placed you back down on the fur pelts and brought your legs up towards your shoulders so that you were folded completely in half. He then crouched over you, keeping you locked in a mating press with him.
“I’m no simple man, my dear human,” he kissed your lips, “if I say I will breed you and fill you with my young–” he paused, thrusting deeply into your cunt.
“–I mean every single word.”
Kyojuro started fucking into you with renewed fervor, his stamina seemingly having increased despite already releasing inside of you once. His cock reached deeper inside of you, and you could swear you felt him all the way in your throat. Every single thrust of his hips had you a whining mess, taking his knot until your pussy molded into the shape of his cock.
“Fuck, that’s it, take it all,” he groaned before pressing his mouth to yours once more. His tongue plunged past your lips – prompting you to suck on it, causing him to fall over the edge again, his hips stilling as he pumped a second load of cum into your needy cunt. You whined as he didn’t stop – continuing to fuck into your abused cunt despite cumming twice, his cock still stiff and leaking with every thrust. You felt his seed sloshing around in your womb, feeling so incredibly full by both his cum and his fat cock.
“Mine,” he growled while pumping himself into you, “you’re fucking mine.”
You could only nod and whine in response, having been completely fucked dumb by his cock.
“Pregnant.” He pummeled his cock deep into your cunt, “getting you pregnant. Fuck. Gonna have a round belly filled with my young, tits swelling with milk, I’ll keep you here – gonna be the mother to my children, gonna treat mommy so well, hunt for you, protect you, everything you could ever want.”
You moaned, your cunt clenching around his cock upon listening to his promises.
“Wan’ it,” you managed, “wan’ to be a good mommy so– fuck– so bad.”
Kyojuro groaned, his cock twitching inside of you as it swelled even more. “Can’t stop thinking of my young suckling on your breasts, tits producing so much milk that all of them have their fill– shit, gonna cum again, gonna fill you up– fuck!”
He spilled into you once more, filling your cunt up completely with his seed, ensuring that it takes, making good on his promise. His fingers flicked at your clit and your own orgasm came crashing down around you, pure euphoria flowing through your veins as you let out a silent scream from the seemingly endless waves of pleasure addling your mind.
Kyojuro rolled over and had you collapse on top of him, his arms reaching around your torso and holding you close.
“Did you mean what you said? About wanting to stay?” he whispered, slight insecurity being carried through his tone.
You gave him a quick peck to his lips, “yes, Kyojuro, you– you’ve been so kind to me, much more than anyone else in that damned village. I’d love to stay with you.”
He smiled softly at you, his eyes glowing with warmth as he cradled your head into his neck, petting at your hair as the two of you fell asleep next to the flickering bonfire.
—
A few months had passed, and you were waiting for your lover to return from his hunt. He had promised a large meal today, and you were excited to see what he had planned for the two of you.
You rubbed your baby bump as you cozied up next to the fire, resting in a heap of animal furs which acted as bedding for the two of you. You were surprised to find out that you were pregnant, but Kyojuro had sensed it about a month after you two had first met, and proceeded to treat you as though every step you took turned the rocks beneath your feet into gold.
The bump was rather large for only being a few months in, and your breasts were already swelling and leaking with milk, but Kyojuro had told you that it was normal – considering that his young would be half-jötunn. He quelled your fears of labor, saying that he would help you in every way that he possibly could when it came time to have the baby.
After a few hours, Kyojuro came back to the cavern, carrying your meal over his shoulder.
“How is my love doing?” he asked with the biggest smile on his face, causing you to giggle as you attempted to get up to greet him. Kyojuro rushed over to you, ensuring that you don’t so much as lift a finger while carrying his young. He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss before dragging your meal to the bonfire and beginning to cook it.
“Mmh– Kyo? Could you help me a little bit, my tits feel so swollen,” you pouted, and his ears damn near perked up at your words.
“Oh? Does mommy need some relief?” he asked teasingly, and you nodded. Kyojuro walked over to you and knelt down, his hands reaching to massage your breasts slowly. He kneaded them and licked at the milk which dribbled out, letting it coat over his tongue. His lips wrapped around one of your tits, and he sucked slowly, moaning as he drank from you. You whined when he moved to the other tit and performed the same actions, relief sinking in the more he suckled the milk out of you.
“Taste so good, pretty girl,” he whispered before getting up again to cook the meat he brought in.
You pouted again, “need you, Kyo, please,” and he laughed.
“You can have me after we eat, does that sound okay?” he compromised, and you sighed but nodded in agreement.
You laid back and rested upon the pile of furs, smiling in contentment as you looked at the two meals that were set out before you.
“I love you, Kyo,” you admitted, unashamed by your feelings as they echoed throughout the cavern.
Kyojuro froze, glancing back at you briefly before continuing to prepare the food, trying his best to hide the blush that traveled across his cheeks to the tips of his ears.
“I love you, too, my little flame.”
Taglist: @k-a-t-h-r-i-n-a, @wow-im-gay, @peanutpunchy, @love-me-satoru, @crazycatlddy, @dinosaur-crime-scene, @thisbicc, @gojoscumslut, @everyonesfinaldestination, @leehoonii-i, @kyojurismo, @briefrebelfanalmond, @izuoyarmin, @ahashiraswife, @d1gitalbathh, @homo-homini-lupus-est-1701
If your name is crossed out, it means tumblr didn't allow me to tag you! Apologies for the inconvenience.
#demon slayer#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#kny smut#demon slayer smut#kyojuro smut#kyojuro x reader#kyojuro rengoku#rengoku kyojuro#kny kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku x reader#kyojuro x y/n#rengoku smut#rengoku x reader#kny rengoku#rengoku kyōjurō#demon slayer rengoku#rengoku x y/n#rengoku x you#kyojuro x you#rengoku kyojuro x reader#rengoku kyojuro smut#kyojuro rengoku smut#kyojuro rengoku x y/n#demon slayer x reader#kny x reader#kimetsu no yaiba x reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
*At a sumbel, watching the host scrape a food offering into the bonfire while we all quip about not throwing the plastic plate into the flames along with the offering.*
Me: "I wouldn't put it past Loki to eat plastic."
Person A [in reference to the Sleipnir bit]: "Watch him eat it and shit out an ox."
Host: "Ah yes, the original 3D printer."
140 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy and blessed equinox! For my hemisphere, we have entered spring and the days are now longer.
Last night my faith group held a ritual and sumbel. We honored Freyr, Freyja, Sol, and the day.
May your days be bright and full of promise!
48 notes
·
View notes
Text
My group does sumbels, blots, and smaller weekly rituals over Zoom :)
How it works for us: To minimize chaos, there's a planning meeting 2 weeks in advance where we go over what the ritual is going to be (if it's a holiday that's a bit easier, but sometimes it's a matter of selecting a deity to honor) what tone the ritual should have. Then we go over who's going to write and/or perform which aspects of the ritual. Typically we'll perform the bits we write, but occasionally we'll assign parts to a new member to help them feel included.
For blots: we'll have one person physically hosting the altar and performing the actions like pouring the libations, lighting the candles, etc. Their screen will be pinned. We have everyone who isn't verbally participating on mute while the ritual's taking place, and everyone except the host will turn off their cameras. After the blot, everyone's encouraged to unmute and turn on their cameras for discussion.
For sumbels: it's a bit more free-form, but so far people have been good about taking turns/not talking over one another.
Apparently there are groups that actually host sumbels and blóts through discord calls? And now I'm bloody curious to as how it works
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
So, Longest Night with the family was tonight.
I anticipated having to buy new straw goats from Ikea to assuage my kids' desire to keep them... instead, I was met with them demanding to burn the goats. So, I gathered what we needed, and headed out. I started the fire in the grill, hoping it would be going well when we got there.
While the spoose finished something inside, the kids and I made an offering to the land wights... orange juice on a paper plate on the gardening table. The kids decided that they would repeat after me, so we thanked the wights for caring for our house and our land. Why orange juice? Because we're leaving it out. The Girl said "But what if an animal drinks it?" "Well, that would be like the land wights taking it, wouldn't it?"
We returned to the grill, pushed the fire a little. The spoose came out, and we opened, naming the Aeses and the Van, pouring out small bottles of scotch for Odin and Loki, burning twin straw goats for Thor, and pork chops for Freyr. Sadly, the HEB I went to was not Mexican enough... it didn't have marrannitors, so we could not slit the throat of a boar cookie before offering to the flames. However, the 3# drilling hammer I got served fine, even if it wasn't quite what I was looking for.
We went inside, first for the house wights, then for sumbel. We also offered orange juice to the house wights because of the cats. "We don't want a drunk Sbowball!" the Boy observed. Snowball is our young male cat. He does not always make good choices.
A quick taste test said the sparkling cider for sumbel would not be popular, so we went with the orange-mango. A brief lesson was given in drinking from a horn ("Point down or you drown!"), and we went through the form of sumbel... the round for gods or virtues, ancestors or heroes, and boast, toast, or open. In the second round, I hailed my father's father and father's mother; the Boy is named for my grandfather, and my grandmother died days before she could meet the Boy. None of my home met them.
A successful home blot and sumbel, all around.
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Preowned Gluing Machine for SALE
Encore Machinery - Sumbel Herold
Buy Directly from SELLER -
Manufacturer: Encore Machinery
Year: 1990
Machine Availability: Immediately from stock
Price: On Request
Location: Netherlands
#print #press #Machinedalal
0 notes
Text
Ancestor Worship is Alive and Well: A review of Working with the Ancestors
Felty starts out his thesis by presenting the subjects of ritual and sacrifice in a Heathen framework. As someone who has attended and led several sumbel rites, I appreciate his dedication to providing a basic formula based on historical references. Felty delivers a blend of historicity and practicality on the subject of the sumbel rite. His discourse on Heathen holidays also nicely blends…
View On WordPress
#ancestor worship#anglo-saxon laws#Gemanic laws#Heathenry#historical research#Northern Europe#reconstructionism#scholarship#Snorri Sturluson
0 notes
Text
Almost time for Yule. Gonna force myself through the pain on Friday and actually decorate for it, seeing as it's coming up quick. Did I say pain? Yup. Not gonna whine and complain (but please send Joel), but the Southeast is experiencing a cold wave that has aggravated my health. So I am spacey and brain foggy, more. Yay.
Anyway, youngest said she'd help me with cookies this weekend. She can do those in her sleep 😊 (all the kids can!). Methinks she wants out of going to school on the half day before break starts. She hasn't brought the grades in Math and ELA up enough for that to happen. Yet.
Anyway, the two youngest are begging for a more spiritual Yule, instead of the secular Christmas we end up with because of schools and family. I warned the extreme youngest that this means no Christmas Day. And there is only a gift or two starting on the Solistace. Mother's Night is a night of remeberence and welcoming of the ancestors, in particular the Dis, or female ancestors. We'll probably still do something Christmas Day with their Grandfather and nieces and nephew, but no Santa.
If they really want to get into the more spiritual side of it, it's really spending time eating, drinking, being merry, telling stories, being with friends and family. Yeah, there are blots and sumbels and stuff with kindreds (we have one of the larger ones in the area holding a huge Yule blot on the 21st). For Yule, I prefer to hold that stuff to the immediate members of my garth- the ones I've struggled with and succeeded with during the year. So close family and friends. That and it's easier when my body has decided in the middle of things to just crap out, I don't have to explain myself (even in the Norse Pagan community there are some people who don't get it or become overzealous with help).
I have actually been working on a Joel Miller fic about Yule, and I am hoping it'll be ready before Yule is over- the last day is Dec 31st. I have it mapped out, and some parts of it written, but then other things wanted to be written... and just... yeah...
My little girl doesn't feel good. Some context before I start on why. In the South, fleas are a 365 issue. You have to treat your animals and yard for them year round, even if the temps drop. Because it never gets cold enough to kill them. And not everyone treats their animals or yards. So, it's a constant battle that gets expensive, really quick.
Well, little miss here, her flea treatment, for whatever reason, has stopped working. And here's the saddest part. It looks as though she might be allergic to the bastards, as her coat is disintegrating in some parts. And I mean her undercoat. The part that she needs to regulate body temp, etc, to stay healthy, etc. So, the vet sent some stuff to try in the meantime, we have an appointment coming up for her, and Mommy is snuggling her and comforting her as much as possible, even though Mara is completely miserable 😭😭😭. Her breeder has already recommended stuff to help with her skin and coat once we are rid of the fleas (Her breeder has been a huge help, as Mara is our first whooly pup). Hopefully, we will have more answers soon and a much happier Malamute.
#joel miller#alaskan malamute#Yule#Norse Pagan#Fibromyalgia#i love my dog#i want her to feel better#i dont care about me i just want her better 😭#the cats are fine the little jerks#no fleas on them
0 notes
Text
queenofswords:
Inspired by opalborn’s cultus epithets for Hellenic deities, I wanted to keep track of the modern kennings I’ve made for Hel—and also write some inspired in the style of epithets, like heiti. Queen of the Resting Dead was brought to my attention by meritinpu and Queen of North and Down is based off Gylfaginning; otherwise, I created these. Stoked to discuss any of them, if you’re curious! The kennings are straightforward, but there are ‘translations’ beneath if desired.
Kennings
She of Smoke and Bone
She of Rot and Roses
Queen of the Resting Dead
Queen of North and Down
Lady of the Long Dark
Lady of the Good Death
Keeper of Skeleton Keys
Mistress of Lost Graves
Cultus Epithets
Hel of the Veils
Hel of the Lights
Hel of the Hollows
Hel of the Antler Crown
Hel of the Flower Crown
Hel of Black-Tipped Hands
Hel of the Afternoon Shadow
Hel of the Low Clouds
Hel of Hard Roads
Hel of the Living Blood
Hel of the Libraries
Hel of the Hospices
Hel In Memoriam
Hel of Mirrors
Hel Verdandi
Hel Hailstorm
Hel Supernova
Hel Half-Dead
Hel Dreadful
Hel Antique
Hel Feasthall
Hel Honey-Laugh
Hel Conservation
Hel Lepidoptera
Hel Kvisa
Local Cultus (NYC)
Hel Gotham
Hel Cavalry
Hel St. Germain
Hel of the Moth
Hel of Dear Irving
Hel of Brick and Mortar
Hel of the Brooklyn Roses
Hel of Cement Cracks
Hel of the Pigeons
Hel of Kings Park
Hel Downtown
Hel Roadkill
Tumblr Bonus
Hel of Both? Both.
Cultus Epithets
Hel of the Veils - life, death, rebirth aspect. Hel of the Lights - the lantern held out, the hope in the dark. Hel of the Hollows - the empty, aching places inside us. Hel of the Antler Crown - her fierce aspect. Hel of the Flower Crown - her gentler aspect. Hel of Black-Tipped Hands - death by frostbite, winter aspect. Hel of the Afternoon Shadow - presiding over animal death. Hel of the Low Clouds - she of fog, of discernment, confusion. Hel of Hard Roads - she of the difficult path we need to take. Hel of the Living Blood - she of blood, lineage, legacy, disease. Hel of the Libraries - stories of those before and now. Hel of the Hospices - lives that will soon no longer be. Hel In Memoriam - she of ghosts, spirits, burials, ancestors. Hel of Mirrors - she of self-awareness, self-acceptance, self-care. Hel Verdandi - she of Becoming, of the present moment, of do it now. Hel Hailstorm - she in her cold Hagalaz apocalyptic change aspect. Hel Supernova - she of cosmic death, star necromancy, black holes. Hel Half-Dead - she in her paradox, and all with it, aspect. Hel Dreadful - she of that which disgusts and reviles us. Hel Antique - she of old things, all valuable, some disturbing. Hel Feasthall - she of food, connection, family, storytelling. Hel Honey-Laugh - after the smoke voice, this sound. Hel Conservation - scientific, environmental, spiritual. Hel Lepidoptera - metamorphosis, transformation, growth. Hel Kvisa - she of the words and the whispers.
Local Cultus (NYC)
Hel Gotham - she as Norse patron of New York City. Hel Cavalry - she of Queens Cemetery, tombstone skyscrapers. Hel St. Germain - she of elderflower liquor and speakeasies. Hel of the Moth - she of live storytelling traditions. Hel of Dear Irving - she of modern sumbels in historical rooms. Hel of Brick and Mortar - she of old buildings on old bones. Hel of the Brooklyn Roses - she of botanical gardens. Hel of Cement Cracks - she of the beautiful breaking. Hel of the Pigeons - she of the common people’s flight. Hel of Kings Park - she of abandoned buildings, psych centers. Hel Downtown - she of the old wilds of New York City. Hel Roadkill - she of the displaced animals and people.
Kennings
278 notes
·
View notes
Text
About Norse Paganism
In the land of Norse and Anglo-Saxon lore We honor the gods of old and more Heathenism is our path divine Honoring gods and goddesses with love and pride Asatru and Vanatru, Odinism and Theodism too All variations of Heathenism, each with their own view Worshiping the gods of war and fertility We offer them gifts in blot and sumbel rituality Magick is also a part of our belief Runes and seidr…
View On WordPress
0 notes
Text
Poem time! This one is from my third book, North Sea Rune Poems
#north sea poet#heathenry#poetry#my poetry#nico solheim-davidson#runes#my own poetry#heathen#my poem#norse mythology#týr#tyr#tiwaz#mars thingsus#mars#norse runes#younger futhark#north sea rune poems
11 notes
·
View notes
Note
Do druids pass the horn as part of any drinking ritual or is drinking a part of any celebration or ceremony?
Passing the horn (specifically) is a thing in some individual druid groups, but possibly more in eclectic groups. First I want to make mention of a ritual called a sumbel which is more of a Heathen or Asatru tradition.
I’ve attended a couple sumbels, in which a horn of mead is passed and we drink to the gods, the horn is passed again and we drink to the ancestors, the horn is passed again, and it devolves into boasting and toasting and gets really loud after that.
In terms of druid rituals that I’ve attended, passing a chalice is much more common than a drinking horn. I think there was a drinking horn at Northern Roots Grove’s 2016 midwinter solstice ritual filled with “Viking Blod” mead. Good stuff, by the way.
In a Keltrian ritual the mead makes the rounds while everyone sings the Mead Chant:
Pass the cup and share the bounty Of this golden mead. Oh milk of clover, yeast and bee, Unite us in our creed. Pass the horn and share the blessings Of this sacred brew, That all may know the joy to be The Children of Danu!
It sounds somewhat similar to The Ballad of Gilligan’s Isle which makes it a fun song.
Of course, no RDNA ritual would be complete without passing a chalice of the Waters!
And in ADF rituals, the chalice is imbued with a blessing sought through divination:
And then the chalice is passed in affirmation of the blessings.
As for AODA, OBOD, or other big name druid order rituals, I don’t have any experience with their rites, so I’m not sure if a sacramental beverage plays a part in them or not.
#druid#ritual#drinking#horn#chalice#mead#sumble#sumbel#druidry#RDNA#ADF#Henge of Keltria#heathenism#asatru#paganism#witchblr#great rite#chant#about druidry
26 notes
·
View notes
Text
EXCEPTION: Culturally specific gifting cycles. I'm sure there are many examples, but here's the one I know: In modern Heathenry, gifts given at community events/sumbels/rites are expected to be "slightly one-upped" at a future community event. From the outside, this seems greedy and bad, but it serves a specific community purpose because people are then honour-bound to attend future gatherings. The cycle keeps us meeting with each other. Reasons this is different from what OP likely meant:
Serves a specific community purpose
Only applies to members of the community
Is generally taught as part of fully joining the community
It is dishonourable to ever gift someone something they couldn't reasonably repay, and it's considered anything between attempted forced indenture and an act of war (in modern day this would mean social warfare in some form, though).
Sources:
Umm, well it's what we do in communities I participate in.
The Longship
Important note: my community is a signatory to the “Canadian Pagan Declaration on Intolerance” and “Declaration 127��. It's absolutely important to always vet Heathen organizations thoroughly and ensure they aren't fronts for White Supremacy.
I'd love to hear about other gifting cycles/limited gifting economies (and also would like to note that I 100% agree with OP outside of consensual practices like these).
If you expect something in return for a gift, then it's not a fucking gift. It's a loan, and you were the only one aware of the terms.
#gifting cycle#yes and#gift for a gift#culturally specific nuance#debt with social purpose#heathenry#norse paganism#inclusive heathenry
8 notes
·
View notes
Text
Used Gluing Machine for SALE
Encore Machinery - Sumbel Herold
Buy Directly from SELLER -
Manufacturer: Encore Machinery
Year: 1990
Machine Availability: Immediately from stock
Price: On Request
Location: Netherlands
#print #press #machinedalal
0 notes
Photo
Such a wonderful mid-weekend night spent with my amazing family. Hail @lupamom81 for making an incredible marinade for our #sumbel feast. Hail @creativegirl103 for making the sides. Grill-work and fire tending by yours-truly. Fantastic night of #Frith together. Thank you @pandora for providing our soundtrack for this wonderful night under The Pink Moon. #Skål to @stradmead for your amazing traditional mead used in our Sumbel. . . . . . . #FullMoon #PinkMoon #FamilyDinnerByTheFire #FamilyNight #TimeBestSpent #RefuelingTheSoul #StradMead #StradMeadery #FireForTheSoul #NotJustWarmOutside #WarmingTheInside #ThisIsWhatMakesTheGrindWorthIt #Heathen #HeathensOfInstagram #HonorTheGods #HonorYourFamily #HonorYourself #LGBTQIAfamily #TransMom #Transgender #TransLesbian (at Citrus Heights, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bwd2ce-B7lk7AX5vBmU8f3Sg_YlUIQw4pNJuSI0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=6ao0yj0g0o2h
#sumbel#frith#skål#fullmoon#pinkmoon#familydinnerbythefire#familynight#timebestspent#refuelingthesoul#stradmead#stradmeadery#fireforthesoul#notjustwarmoutside#warmingtheinside#thisiswhatmakesthegrindworthit#heathen#heathensofinstagram#honorthegods#honoryourfamily#honoryourself#lgbtqiafamily#transmom#transgender#translesbian
3 notes
·
View notes