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Once upon a time... long, long ago in a chiefdom in Germany... when Thor was still worshiped there, and the legions of the Roman empire surged across the world... there was a Goth king. And in this Goth land, he had a queen.

For years, the area he ruled was peaceful, quiet and filled with loving people who lived in the old ways.

Inside his wooden house, as big as a modern suburban house, but large for this time and place, sat the queen quietly sewing while looking out the window at the snow outside. Though the wind outside was cold, the house was warmed by a large hearth and a fireplace. As she sewed, she accidentally pricked her finger on her black iron needle, dropping three drops of blood on the windowsill. As she sucked her sore finger, she looked out at the snow, then down at the blood, and finally at the black iron needle her hand. From then on, she wished to have a daughter with hair black as ebony, eyes as black as a Moor's skin, lips red as fresh blood, and skin white as snow clouds. Months later, the queen joyfully finds her wish has come to fruition, and she gives birth to a beautiful little girl with pale white skin, jet black hair, almost-black brown eyes, and the most cherry blood-red lips and cheeks seen. She names the girl Schneewit, which literally means snow's shade of white white, or white-as-snow. But sadly, the loving queen dies just days after giving birth, leaving the little girl with only a father.

Years later, the chief marries a new wife. She is a strong and stalwart woman with a solid jaw, pursed lips, a sloping pointed nose, and eyes as blue as ice. Her hair is red like fire, and her eyebrows are prematurely white. She is fond of wearing black from her head covering to down to her feet, and is heralded as the most lovely woman in the land, and even by a few as the most beautiful woman of all the Goth tribes. Her name is Skuggwa, meaning "looking glass/hand mirror," for she was always enamored with reflective surfaces, and her pale blue eyes looked more like ice or glass than light blue. This queen harbors a magic mirror, one given to her from Glinda, the most respected volva (priestess/main priest caste was females, in Asatru/Odinism) of the _Ostrogoths _(transl: literally "Southern Goths"). The glass in the mirror is said to be magic and taken from a troll, one of the craftiest and deft monsters, with their long donkey-like ears, long ox tails, massive muscular bodies, human faces, massive noses, and large fangs. The troll who knows magic is so dangerous that only a high priest, crafty and deft in his approach, and well learned, could hope to survive such a wise creature.

The mirror is as large as a picture frame, and set in perfectly square worked brass and wood, which itself is carved with runes. On top is carved a small, sitting _ kobold _: a creature that looks like a goblin with a massive long and thin nose, pointed ears as long as it's forearms, thick blonde hair and beard, all upon a wide friendly smile (popular goblin imagery are all actually kobolds). But this is no ordinary mirror. For the mirror harbors a being within it. Whether elf, djinn, or what it be, the queen did not know. Twas most likely that spirit put as decoration upon it: a kobold. But the mirror answered questions and was never proven wrong. For years, Skuggwa relied on the mirror's answer when asking certain questions.

Skuggwa could not have children, for she was a female hermaphrodite. Her vagina looked normal, except she had a tiny little penis with no pee hole instead of a clitoris, foreskin instead of a full hood, and scrotum skin instead of regular labia. In these times, such a thing was seen as an obvious proof of being above the average person. Not necessarily cursed, like a child born with a caul or with teeth. But though the chief always saw Skuggwa as superior to all other women, she feared he would take another wife to have children, since she could not. As a Gothic queen, she had power to argue against this, but still, he was the king. And may marry anyway, and just hope she would get over it. But she is an aggressive lover. At 5 foot 11, and having grown up with her father, she was strong, despite her statuesque look. The king was a rather small man, at 5'4", and now limped from a injury in war years ago.

Skuggwa could pick him up and cradle him like a baby, despite his protesting. She could hold him in her lap and work his shaft in her palm until he spilled his seed all over her hand. Then, she liked to swallow it, and lock him into a kiss so she could regurgitate it up and down his throat. ** Oh, if only the people knew!** Skuggwa could take him any time she wanted, and she did take him every time _ she _ wanted. Regardless if he said no. Her long, stretchy scrotum-labia could be used like a sleeve to jack him off, and she enjoyed using her tiny 1 inch erection to stroke the underside of his cock and make him squeal. She knew he was hers, for she was blessed by the gods themselves. Her father was a Ulfheornar ("berserker", Asatru "crusader" or religious warrior), who wore the mark of the bear and the spear: signs of Odin. The king still felt lucky.

But the greedy Skuggwa did not like losing attention. ANY attention. Especially his. In the years, Schneewit began to grow up and become a woman. The problems began with her first menstruation. At 12, the girl was given a womanhood celebration, and promised to Freya. The tribes around the area celebrated her, lifting her high in the air and singing raucous songs about how she will soon laugh at any man's codpiece. But still, just as always, Skuggwa and her inferiority complex would consult the mirror. And the disembodied voice in her room would answer her question: "You are the all-around most valuable and heralded woman for your charm, personality, beauty, voice, and your blessed genitals." If Skuggwa was not the prettiest in the room, she was the most charming and intelligent, or vice versa. Her lovely voice and personality that always took people away made even the most beautiful women forgotten in seconds. Her mind, her manners, her style, her talents, her skills, and her body were all seen as a combination that her flawless.

The king was giving almost all is attention to the girl. To him, she was just his little baby girl, his precious little thing. But to Skuggwa... she was attention competition. More than once, Skuggwa accused him of wanting to sleep with his own daughter, which was the farthest from the truth, and made him literally sick. Then, all the men who lusted behind queen Skuggwa begin to lust after the 16 year old girl. In a fury, she waited to the full moon to consult her mirror. A unnatural coldness filled the room, as it always did, and a feeling of energy. A voice uttered from the mirror and said:

"Place me near your feet first, before I answer thy quandry."

The queen put the mirror close to her wooden shoes. And the mirror then responsed thusly:

_ "WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSEEE??!!" _

Skuggwa rolled her eyes in disgust and took her shoes off in anger. As she did, she slipped and fell to the floor with a hard _ *ka-lump!* ** _And the mirror responded: _ **"SHE NEEDS SOME MILK!!!" _

The being in the mirror could be...odd. It always answered correctly. But not before being a dick. Mayhaps it found it funny, whatever the being is inside it. Skuggwa stood up to her feet and asked:

"Talking mirror on the wall, who is the most valued woman in the land?"

She waited to hear the being's disembodied voice repeat the same thing it has every time she's asked. To hear it list the many things she was valued for, and how all of them added up made her superior, always kept her inferiority complex at ease. For that was Skuggwa's problem, she has a severe inferiority complex.

And the answer wasn't soothing this time.

"Schneewit is. She is anticipated to do exciting things. She is quiet and humble. She can read ** _ **and _ ** write**. She is unusual in things she does. She has memorized many of the scriptures, and can tell them word for word like a priestess. Her hefty body is considered that most beautiful and fitting of a battlemaiden. She does not care if she's better, which is what makes them think she's best."

Skuggwa begin to fall somewhere between hyperventilating and crying. Panic struck her like a cannonball to the chest.

But there was no reason for it. She was still the chieftain's wife and ruling queen. She was still powerful, and still had control. And there were many things she would still keep. Her marriage nor her life were in danger.

But she was no longer the most popular in her local area.

"I can fight! I can wield a sword and spear! I am still a shieldmaiden if I choose to be! Doesn't that make better?!?!?"

"She can read and write. She has memorized the lore of the gods. This is seen as superior to wielding a blade. And she is hefty and with a stout fatty body, which you know is seen as the most beautiful."

The skinny, toned queen cursed her lean, toned body and wished her thighs, ass and body was thick and chunky.

"BUT I AM STRONGER!"

"She has the potential to be stronger than you."

Skuggwa slaps her hands over her mouth and screams herself hoarse in a blazing, bloodthirsty rage. That roaring high pitch scream is silenced by her hands. She is so outraged that her hands tremble and the veins pulse in her neck.

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Years later, Schneewit at 16 year old grows to a stunning 6 feet in height, easily 160 pounds with a massive bust, thick bones, huge thighs, a soft plump flat belly, long raven black hair, almost-black brown eyes, and skin that is extremely pale. Every time the girl smiles, her lips slowly turn reddish pink. When she blushes, her lips turn blood red and her cheeks glow. She has not only mastered reading and writing, but has a talent for memorizing and relaying the oral histories. If she chose, she would make a powerful shieldmaiden. And several men from across the land have begged to court her and ask for her hand in marriage. Where ever she goes in the area, even warriors love to sit idly by and ask her to relay them spiritual lore, or what she read. Her large ass also helps.

Skuggwa finds a hunter, a poor man who travels the land. The hunter was injured in a accident and couldn't have children, and every day he cried to Thor to help him have a son. Everyone believed he must have been mauled, and he simply didn't speak of the incident. But he never will admit what really happened... he was chased down by a group of naked Celtic women painted blue, called "The Blue Fairies", warrioresses famed by many Celtic tribes, and even feared by Roman soldiers as "The Blue Witches."

The Blue Fairies normally were proud, powerful women who ran into battle skyclad (nude, but protected by magic paint and charms), and left many Romans dead. They did not want a Goth in their territory and chased him down. They tied the huntsman up like a pig, stripped him nude, tied a leather not around his balls, and each one rode him until she came. All the while, he couldn't. After they each had their fill of not letting him cum... they...well... decided he was too less of a man to deserve balls.

Now he has none.

The Huntsman has soft hair, almost no sex drive, and he has a softer and pudgier appearance than he used to. He can no longer grow a beard. But he makes up for his obvious handicap with his great hunting skills.

Skuggwa sent for him to meet her in private, during the full moon.

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The Huntsman arrives in the garden, wearing the white fur of a ox. His chest has swelled to have breasts, in spite of his large, broad shouldered square-jawed look. He cannot grow a beard any longer. Yet he is still a strong man.

Skuggwa eases out of the shadows, wearing her red hair in the traditional Germanic braids.

"I thought you wouldn't show, Huntsman."

He smiles, thankful she didn't call him what the more mean warriors did: Spear-Hausfrau. Some of them would take his spear from him, since the spear was a sign of Odin, and the most venerated weapon. He was more suited for a sword.

"I have a gift for you." she smiles, expertly spinning a long spear, before holding it out in both hands. Held out to him is a long brass and oak spear. The picture of Mjolnir, Thor's U-shaped hammer, is carved in the sides. Professional looking. By her, no less.

"Wow, my heart quivers."

"As it should. Consider this a down payment and a promissory gift, if you should take it."

"What..." he is speechless, grabbing and feeling the weight and perfect craftsmanship, "...what is this payment for, chieftess?"

"I want you to hunt for me."

"Surely, if a person gives you a spear, then it is to hunt either bear or hu-"

"Human." she cuts him off.

The Huntsman falls silent. His bright green eyes under his soft chocolate eyebrows and above his freckled nose, twitch nervously.

"I am no warrior, my queen."

"I know this. Yet, even Odin is a hunter, yes? And does not Thor hunt his foes?"

"Bu-bu-but of course! Yes! But my queen..."

"Consider this spear of my own crafting a sign of my confidence in you. And a tool to use. And... as payment, I can make sure you have a proud son."

"A SON?! B-but...I have no wife. No woman will accept...me as I am maimed. And yet, I do not want a son who will call another his father. Only me."

"Come with me."

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The Huntsman follows the queen into her own private house, where she keeps her mirror. She softly shuts the door and lifts the leather from over the window to let the breezy summer wind and bright moonlight in.

Her thane is nowhere to be seen.

She reaches deep under her bed to pull out a bag that looks to be made from human skin. No...horse skin shaved of all fur.

"Troll skin." she smiles, sending the huntsman gasping. She undraws the bag, pulling out what look like glistening, shiny river stones. Each one with runic carvings in them and warm to the touch.

"Take this..." she hands him one with a mark of Freya, "...and swallow it for me."

"Why?"

"Do you want a son or not?!"

The huntsman grabs the stone, shoves it back in his mouth, and accepts the cup of water she hands him. It stinks fishy.

"Toad and slug essence."

He frowns and glugs the glass of fishy salty water down, swallowing the stone like a pill.

"Why did I....wow. Whoah."

He stands stock still, eyes bulging out. He feels something odd in his pants, as if his muscles and skin are roiling, vibrating and vibing on their own. His groin becomes hot, too hot. His thighs tremble and his insides feel like his stomach is moving around and grumbling. Accept it's up somewhere in his taint, not his stomach.

"Gooood..." she smiles, undoing her cloak. The queen stands before him, with long red hair, braids, and a throbbing massive white cock pointed up. It drips drops of precum down her shaft and soaks her huge swollen balls.

"You're a eunuch?" he gasps. Women born as a boy were not uncommon. In other countries, they are lauded as beautiful and wanted. But here, in the land of Thor and the gods, not so much. But not unheard of. Everyone knew Skuggwa was a hermaphrodite woman. But she never knew the Huntsman was a eunuch that walked in the way of a woman or was attracted to men only and no woman.

"I'm no eunuch, fool! I was born with a woman's flesh. But... as I have struggled due to my husband's damned daughter, I have had to take drastic measures and developed more power than a volva(priestess)! I have swallowed more than one stone, and have learned many ways, and I have transformed to be able to sow my seed, as well as be fertilized!"

She has become a magic wielder of terrible power. And though the huntsman was absolutely flabbergasted and terrified, Skuggwa's becoming a powerful witch was not enough to sway the mirror to change it's mind. Which only surges her inferiority complex. It made the huntsman stop and start re-thinking that huge red wolf that kept following him for the past few days. The one with the bright icy blue eyes. It must've been her!

"Take your clothes off and lay down." she commands like a dominating queen.

"But my queen, I-"

"Did I not make myself clear?!"

"Yes, chieftess."

He hesitates, afraid she will mock his groin. And as hot and tight as his groin feels, he doesn't want her to see what feels like the ultimate shrinkage. Except it's not tight, just...feels relaxed. But...

"WHAAAAAAAH!" he almost screams, before she slaps her hand over his mouth. The huntsman looks down at his groin to see...he has a natural and well-developed pussy now. "WHAT IS THIS?!?!"

"You wanted a son, didn't you?"

"Wh-wh-how? HOW?! WHAT?!"

Skuggwa grabs his hand and wraps it around her long, thick cock. He tries to jerk his hand away, but can't due to her strength. It's no surprise, she was famed as a battlemaiden in her younger days. Why would she stop training even though she now spends her time as a doting and dress wearing queen?

"Stroke me." she hisses. He grabs her shaft and pulls back on it, making a unhappy face at feeling one of the biggest, hardest cocks he's ever felt in his life. Even when he had his own. Her pale foreskin pulls back, revealing the massive pink mushroom head dribbling ropes of clear precum all over his feet.

"Ahhh...that's it. There you go. Now lay DOWN I SAID!"

She shoves him on his back, pantsless, on the bed. She climbs on top of him, with her huge white cock pulsing and pointed towards his brand new pussy. Her long red hair falls down her back like glistening red silk in the moonlight. Her huge white breasts almost smother his face while she pins his wrists down to the bed.

"MWFF!"

"You want a son?! Consider this a royal GIFT!"

Her thin bubbly ass forces itself between his thighs, and she flexes her toned back as she gets very serious in a perfect mounting. The huge pink head pushes against his lips and the bubbly ass bulges in flexed preparation to plunge down. Hard.

"From the royal balls to a commoner's womb! How blessed is that?"

"NYUMFFFFF!!!" his head shakes in between her massive bosom. Her ass begins a steady, hard and non-stopping plunge down. The huntsman's thighs tremble and open. He gasps in absolute shock at the new sensation. Like his taint is being filled up full and having everything inside it rubbed and massaged. It feels like the underside of his cock is being steadily stroked by something large and hard.

"UNH!! WHAT! WHAAAAAAT!!!!!" he screams, finally able to get his face from between her massive chest. Her hand claps over his mouth to shush him, but he continues screaming and spasming. He can't remember the last time he's cum so hard in his life. And the shock of all this new, weird sensation. Like having your taint massaged, squeezed, and filled up full. And your ball skin massaged and fondled too.

"You're a size queen, aren't you huntsman?" she mocks, as her long white dick continues to disappear deep inside him. His thighs shiver and he arches his back, screaming into her hand over his mouth. He's cumming so very hard, so extremely hard. He can't help but scream, he's cumming so hard. His walls lock down around her huge shaft, and milks out a long clear spurt of precum.

"UNNHGGHHh Thooooorrr!!!!!!!" he screams the moment her balls slap against his ass. She's all the way, stretching him out, and splurting her precum all over his walls. Her balls are huge, big as a grapefruit. Like a huge pink grabefruit with two oranges in it under her cock, now smacking against his ass. They're heavy, really heavy. And FULL. Like as if they're full of milk or something.

"After I knock you up, hunh, hunh...I suggest you...you blame the belly on too much bread and honey, and then...HUNHRR...go into the forest and give birth!"

"WHUH?!?!?!?!?!?!"

It just dawned on him she's planning to impregnate him. He starts envisioning this redhead woman cumming in him and leaving him with a baby bump, sore back, odd cravings... he doesn't want her to get him pregnant!

"Yes, but don't you dare tell anyone I'm the father..." she gasps, pumping faster and deeper now, "...I'll deny it, and nobody will believe a woman impregnated a man anyway!"

"WAIT! HOLD ON!"

She stuffs his head between her huge breasts to shut him up and enjoy the feeling on her sensitive bosom as she reaches the edge. Her ass slams down hard, fast and deep. Her back arches and flexes, raising and lifting her bubbly ass and sending her long white cock to slide and disappear inside him.

"WMF!!"

"Here it comes....here it comes...."

"NFF! NFF!"

"I'mma cum inside you and get you pregnant, huntsman. HunH HERE I CUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!"

She slams her ass down extremely fast and hard, faster than ever before. Huge white arcs of sperm splash deep inside. Each cumshot is enough to fill an entire shot glass. Every time she shoots, she plunges deep as she can and holds it there, making sure the shot hits home. Skuggwa pulls her ass back, then slams her cock deep again, holding it while making sure the next shot hits the uterus bull's-eye. The redhead's thighs and ass keep plunging down between his legs, and holding still, before pulling back again and plunging back down. She grits her teeth, groans and laughs at the same time. She gets off on knocking him up, and leaving him to care for the child alone. It turns her on. And she wants to do it again and again and again. She thinks about the baby bump because of her cumming right now, and screams a hard yell, cumming again.

The queen gasps to catch her breath, and arches her back, pulling her massive cock out nice and clean and glistening. A long white gooey thread of cum stretches from inside the pussy to her cock tip. A flood of sperm floods out of him like a dam broken. The huntsman lays in the bed, gasping for breath and staring at the ceiling in confusion at what just happened.

The queen stands up off him and pats his stomach jokingly.

"There is a son. ...or a daughter. I'm not sure which. But remember what I said, don't come looking for me. It's a royal gift from my royal balls to your commoner womb. And think, how blessed are you to be impregnated by the most beautiful woman in all the land? Won't that give you a handsome son? Or beautiful daughter?"

The huntsman gasps staring at the ceiling, trying to wrap his mind around the reality of the situation. The naked queen wraps her cloak back over herself and tucks her limp, leaking cock down under her clothing.

"You got me pregnant?!"

"Most likely. It's a lot of seed. But you'll know in a few days or not. I'm sure you TOOK. Now, the spear and your baby isn't FREE. I want you to hunt and kill my step-daughter."

"Schneewit?! KILL??!!"

"I can always say you raped me and the chief will kill you. Or...I could tell everyone you swallowed rune stones and have a woman's sex. Or I could say you stole that spear. All manner of things..."

The huntsman now realizes he's been paid to do a job before doing it. Whether he wanted the "payment" or not. And if he doesn't, he could lose his life.

"Alright. Alright. I will do it."

"I don't want it traceable back to me at all. I want it done far from here."

"Yes, my chieftess."

"Good. Good. And remember what I said about when you start SHOWING. Tell anyone that baby is mine, and I'll tell everyone you kidnapped the baby and then I'll kill you myself."

"....yes, I understand..."

"Here." Skuggwa hands the huntsman a odd-looking ring.

"What's this?"

"Get her to put it on. She will shrink. Once she does, bring her back to me so I can eat her."

"WHAT? Th-.....yes, my jarl."

"Good. Now, rest tonight, and keep your hips in the air so my sperm has a better chance to fertilize you faster. Do as I say, I will not have you NOT PREGNANT and hold a debt over my head, huntsman."

The huntsman wanted to throw up at the reality of his situation.

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The next morning, the tribes celebrated the king's birthday. As the hall filled with song and the smell of cooked food, a question was brought up that stunned the people.

The bard sung a song of how great the chief was, and the beauty and genius of his daughter. And as he sung, he made a lyric about how great the king's son may be to carry on equal beauty, wisdom and greatness into the future of the tribe.

Several of the woman gasped, knowing Skuggwa could not bear children. He smiled and laughed at the idea, but a son was very important to his people.

"I am blessed truly to have my wife..." he smiled, "...but if it is a son demanded of me by my people, then...then I must take another. Of course, in full respect to my Skuggwa. Yet, she has no sisters."

The people mumble and groan over the king have no male heir. Skuggwa, not wanting to lose popularity or favor or ever be thought of as the reason he has no heir, claps her hands together and lifts her mead cup.

"Surely, he will have a son. And I will choose a sister wife to bear him!"

The hall thunders with song, joy and celebration. The people cheer and scream Skuggwa's name. She finally has that old feeling of being the most beloved again...