CH-12

"We're not timid, are we? I thought I'd have to drop further hints for you to make a move... I felt that it was strange because you did not look to be slow."

Ingrid remarked with a wide grin.

"I was just taking my time, woman," 

Rollo explained. 

"You have a very nice ass, by the way. It must be all the exercise you're doing."

He squeezed and thumbed it more, saying, 

"It's soft in all the right places while remaining firm. I think I will enjoy it."

He had a huge, greedy grin on his face and looked at her with seductive provocation.

"Let's both enjoy each other," 

Ingrid said, approaching his face after pulling her hair back with her hand.

She closed her beautiful blue eyes and deposed a kiss on his lips.

Rollo was only a man, so he couldn't help but get drunk in her; he accepted the invitation with pleasure and with glee, sucking her upper lip enthusiastically. He and she savored this gentle smooch, tasting each other for the first time.

After a few recurrences of watery, drool-moisturized lips pressing, rubbing hungrily against each other in syrupy sounds, they parted their mouths and heads to stare at each other.

Ingrid smiled and commented, 

"You're a good kisser; it felt almost like snuggling with Freya's dearest lover."

Rollo frowned in doubt and said,

 "Almost? Tough appraiser, are we? How can I contribute to make your evaluation greater?"

Freya was said to lie in bed with numerous men who had been injured on the field of war.

Rollo didn't want to share any woman, even a goddess, but ancient Norse culture was what it was... He needed to deal with such remarks and adapt. Ingrid did not mean it negatively.

Ingrid laughed and said, jokingly,

"I see you think highly of yourself. It was the highest compliment I could give for a first kiss… Unless, don't tell me, you're seriously considering becoming our very own goddess of love's dearest?"

If she was real, real and beautiful in particular, Rollo would probably want to believe he had the potential for it, but he didn't want to talk nonsense.

Especially since he was not particularly enthusiastic about the prospect of hanging out, frolicking with any goddesses from this world, if any existed.

There were other worlds where they would be more interesting to wife up, interact with than this one.

He was content with the blessings of the Norse goddesses from this world, such as good luck, prosperity, abundance, and fecundity; he wasn't looking for anything more.

In fact, when it comes to reproductive health and fertility, those would only be some extra perks and enhancements, given his own abilities.

Rollo said,

"Stop being wordy. Come, give me more of those lips."

He tugged harder on Ingrid's ass cheeks and began to tighten his pants.

He and she went from an innocent first kiss to using their tongues to gratify and completely satisfy each other.

Bodies stood up, clothes were removed, and the situation ended in bed as expected…

There was some dick-sucking and buttock clapping, and the room quickly filled up with gluttonous moans and thick, creamy, sopping wet noises.

XX

(Note from the author: This story is not censored in any way, but I don't like doing things I feel no confidence doing. I stated that sex scenes will not be thoroughly investigated, and that they will not always be explained scientifically. Most of the time is just skipped. If the need is real, please, I beg you, find someone to do it properly for me because I am not going to put my heart and soul into something I am ridiculously bad at. I'd rather try to advance the plot than ruin your sexual fantasies with a rancid lemon. I'm a big casual when it comes to things like this, so I'm not going to pretend to be someone I'm not.)

"What a greedy, lovely little whore you are, Ingrid. That was almost an excellent sweat workout."

Rollo removed his ram from his new lover's slit.

He'd used it to pound violently on her inner, lower body doors, causing her intense, sexual frenzy.

The girl had passed out from the high-energy orgasmic experience and was sleeping with her mouth open.

Her uncannily scrumptious slobber, her sweet saliva, which he had gorged on with nearly a hunger pang, was slowly oozing out of the corner.

In a sloppy, faint, thin line of dribbling fluid.

Rollo sighed with satisfaction.

He shook off the last bits of sperm from his snout, took a satisfied, perspiration-filled breath, and stood up from bed to retrieve an ale cup.

One already filled up.

Staring at the unresponsive Ingrid, he saw certain alterations happening on her body.

They were happening in real time in front of his eyes, and he had complete control over the speed and whether they would occur.

Her ass became larger, her waist shrunk, and her boobs became massive. 

The perk and the nipples got lewd in an exhilarating way.

Most importantly, due to cumulative years of training, she was rapidly becoming a lot stronger, with sculpted muscles beginning to emerge on her already toned figure.

Everything was just getting better, more defined, and further suitable for both combat and making men insane with lust.

The woman was transforming into a feast for the eye, a gastronomic delight. 

A more powerful one.

One of a voyeuristic nature.

'I knew the results would be quick, especially for stronger women, but it's incredible to witness it firsthand.'

'She already looks better than any other woman I've seen in this world or in the series. She looks like she walked out of a dreamy Viking sex paradise.'

Rollo contemplated as he sipped his drink gently.

His ability to change women's bodies was greater than he realized; it worked faster when the goal was to make them look better rather than stronger.

Lagertha was already no match for Ingrid in terms of sheer beauty.

There was no candle to hold.

Rollo sighed and reverted to his normal visual appearance.

There was no reason to fixate on her. He could calmly plot and wait for her to divorce so she could happily fall into his arms.

Rollo sat and waited for Ingrid to rest and awaken.

After the beautifying changes occurred in women, they had the ability to show or hide their own beauty from everyone except him. He wasn't concerned that Ingrid wouldn't take his advice... He could protect her and anticipate potential hazards if men became overly sexually eager for her and tried things anyway.

His teleportation skill was intended specifically for that purpose.

To safeguard friends, loved ones, and family.

However, after this one sex session, Ingrid would probably not require much of his protection. Her physique had grown healthy and imposing. As lovely as it was.

He could also heal his injured women and detect which were in danger, critical or not, so all of this was just details.

After a long time, Ingrid was finally rested; her stamina and health had improved.

The changes had completely taken place.

In her prettier, stronger body.

She awoke and, seeing him, asked,

"Who are you? Where is Gandalf??"

She was astounded to see a man she didn't know, naked and drinking in peace.

"My real name is Rollo, and I am the person you had sex with just now. Gandalf is just another face and name for me." 

He responded with amusement.

"What??" 

Ingrid was shocked and asked, 

"Are you some god?"

In this culture, there were folktales of mischievous beings coming to Midgard to have sex with women, which Ingrid immediately thought of.

She was serving a princess with seer-powers and an unusual family history, so she wouldn't automatically dismiss this type of atypical encounter as implausible.

Rollo responded, 

"No, I am simply a god-favored man with strange abilities. Sorry for dropping this kind of thing on you like this, but I had little choice. I'm from the south of Norway. There are political reasons why I don't want people in this town to know my true identity."

He began to explain the situation, not concerned that Ingrid would reveal his secrets; she couldn't if he didn't want her to.

Of course, he did not inform her that he was here for her mistress.

This had nothing to do with keeping a secret or not. He didn't want Ingrid to be distrustful of him and feel that he was using her.

After some time, Ingrid stood naked beside Rollo, shocked, looking in the mirror and asking, 

"You did this to me??"

She didn't seem upset about the changes.

Rollo nodded, 

"Yes, you can choose how you want to look from now on, but this is your standard appearance. Consider it a gift from me."

"I don't recommend walking the streets like this; you look a little too extraordinary now. Not that your previous looks were bad... But you understand what I mean."

"I recommend keeping the face and removing the sensual body excess... This is nothing more than an invitation for trouble from all men who love women."

He took advantage of the opportunity to kiss her neck and feel her bulging ass and full breasts.

He massaged her giant nipples as she said, 

"Wait… You're right! I can… How is it possible?"

She then began to pay attention to what he was doing and chuckled in a pretty snort, 

"Hmm? What are you doing, Rollo? Do you want to go for a second round?"

He grinned and pushed her onto the bed, saying, 

"Yes. You're just too tempting for me to resist the desire to fill you up again."

XX

Rollo and Ingrid spent the entire day in bed, rolling around and performing drenched, waterlogged acrobatics.

The bed and its bedding were naturally a stenchful mess.

A nice smelling mess.

Rollo loved the smell.

Feeling the perfumed air, this time with Ingrid, who had managed to stay awake due to her body changes, he said, 

"How about we go grab supper after a good wash?"

They were holding hands in bed, atop the water-soaked, fluid-soaked sheets. Playing with each other's private parts using the other hand.

Ingrid, who was exhausted and staring at the ceiling with him, nodded and said, 

"Let us do that. I'll get dressed and go ask for some hot water to the innkeeper."

She thought and said,

"What about the sheets, what are you going to do?"

Rollo replied, thinking of his teleportation ability, 

"I have my ways to handle such matters. There's no need to worry about how I'll sleep tonight. I like how it smells here anyway."

Ingrid nodded and left without asking any further questions. She had already realized that Rollo was not like other men.

She exited the bedroom after dressing, wearing her new face but keeping her body more humble in appearance.

When he was alone, Rollo immediately teleported back to his home in Kattegat.

He was surprised to discover a unique type of burglar inside.

It was the Earl's wife, Siggy.

She was going through his belongings while wearing a red hood, as if she were scouting the belongings of a man she had developed an interest in, or as if some sixth sense had led her here.

For the first time… Rollo felt that certain plots, particularly those involving women, had the potential to be a tricky hurdle to overcome.

Initially, he didn't want to eye her until the earl was deposed and put to rest because he didn't want to cuck him.

She saw him appear suddenly, and he saw her as well, her eyes widening at the startling and unbelievable sight.

The sight of his sudden arrival and nakedness.

"H-How?? Rollo?"

"..."

He didn't want to do something he'd regret, like rape, to force her to keep his secret, so he did the only thing he could to save the situation.

He grabbed her body and teleported away instantly.

In a forest, somewhere.

He had plenty of options for dealing with the fallout. Her daughter and husband would miss her, but regardless of what happened, she would never be able to return home.

"Y-You! How???"

"What do you want to do??"

"Calm down, woman. First, please explain why you were inside my house going through my belongings."

Rollo quickly understood when he asked questions to a flustered Siggy, who began threatening him with her husband's name.

Svein Zorro had harmed Haraldson's tyrannical reputation, more than expected, so a plot episode was moved faster than it should have been...

The engagement with Thyri.

Rollo was a hero who was sung about, celebrated throughout Kattegat.

For very crazy things that people believed to be true.

And which, they in fact, were...

The populace needed to be distracted by a happy event. Also Haraldson surely felt the need to appear strong and in control again.

It was typical politics.

Rollo had seen far ahead, but he had not seen foreseen this.

Hiding his fate and not going to see the seer was causing some funny problems for him.

Siggy growing curious about him to the point of envying her own daughter was not something he expected to happen in this life again.

He suddenly had no idea how to best handle this.

He didn't dislike Thyri.

XX

Author Note:

Reached the word count I wanted, faster than expected, so here it is.

Might not or might upload tomorrow, Dunno. Won't if I don't reach the word count I desire.

The ancient Norse time period is old. I will make mistakes about the most appropriate outdated vocabulary and so on, so please correct me if you notice me using language that does not exist yet. It is what it is.