It was blessing time and all my family members came to me. Dad first came to me and applied sandal paste on my chin, boobs and pussy. Then mom and mot...her did the same.I was like an idol of goddess. I was let with the sandal paste till night. It was my first night our bedroom was decorated with jasmine buds and bed spread with rose petals. My dad was waiting for me in bed; I was send in with a glass of milk like a bride. Mom told me instructions and I followed. I handed the milk to dad and I. “touch me, dear” she asks me.Unable to say no, my hand moves to her thigh. Squeezing it. Moving up and down her leg. Squeezing in between her legs, feeling the moisture through her lace panties. I slowly start to rub her pussy through the fabric.“mmmmhh…that feels good.” she whispers in my ears. “would you mind if i tasted that massive cock of yours?”I shake my head, not believing i had just heard those words.She let go of my shaft and slowly got down on her knees in between my legs. She looked. It was then that she heard about Mothers.Mothers, she was told, gave birth to the Warriors and Valkyries.She had never understood why the marriage of her parents was so odd. Never understood why her father shouldn’t have decided to settle down with her mother. On that day she heard that she was not destined to become a legend, a Valkyrie to lead armies, to wipe out whole empires. She had decided to become one, but she would never be a leader. That was bestowed on the children of Mothers.The. It is always a possibility in the life of a soldier that you might get injured or die. You just accept that as a possibility, and work to minimise the chance of it happening. I always had this at the back of my mind, and it forced me to concentrate on my training even harder. We must make it clear to our warriors that they are not immune to enemy weapons, but that if they stick to their training, the chances of being hit are much reduced.”“Strange. Hunters do not get such training, but they.