Vol. 2 Chapter 15 - ‘Work’ To Be Done

A.D. 867 Ragnar's Farm

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"When were you going to tell me? Are you sure about this son? Look at what we have built in only a year already.. there's no need in risking death.. why go raid when we have all we need here.. we live like kings compared with our forefathers.. they starved over in Åland.. starved boy.." I could hear Ragnar the 'fearless' telling his son..

"Let him go.. it's time.. you have to let him become a man my son.. let him spread his 'wings'.. anyway Aethred will be with him.. you know he's far too wise to let anything too bad happen.." Ravn says.. while noticing me and my second the 'poet'

"Geez.. Ravn.. your gonna make me cry.. talking good on my 'name' and what not.. I guess you know we plan to 'raid'.. father you have my word.. we will go and come back.. no funny business trying to be a hero and visit Valhalla.. we are going for slaves and 'silver' only.. we will come home safe.. the pups will have 'weaned-off' Frenra by then.. she will come too and 'fill' the position of my 'lead-scout'.. see no need to worry whatsoever.." I say to the family as we approach..

"That does make me feel better.. thanks my son we really could use more hands around the farm.. and there's always need for 'silver'.. may all the gods keep you all safe til your return.." Ragnar the 'fearless' said.. looking extremely proud.. always feels good making parent figures proud.. just makes you feel special I guess..

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***Hour and an Half later***

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After we left Ragnar's.. me and the 'poet' struck out walking towards my home once the we got there we started gathering some of my silver buried behind my hall.. then we were off on the way to Oxford.. want to see if all the materials I needed to craft my light-weight agile-style equipment-set had arrived at Ealdwulf's..

Wanted to see what he thought about adding some hooks or something to the back of my breastplate.. I want to be able to carry at least two javelins.. gotta make use of my throwing skills.. gonna go with javelins on my back and the self-made throwing knives in the sheathes I'm gonna have on the front of my chest like holsters for revolvers I might even name my throwing knives pistols..

"Father-in-law.. good day to you.. has my order from Eoforwich arrived yet?.." I say to Ealdwulf the 'smith'…

"Aethred.. my boy.. perfect timing.. just came before the mid-day bells rang.. all of it has been checked by me.. but you should check over everything to make sure.." he answers my question..

making me very happy.. "great!.. let's see here.. hmm my hard-boiled leather.. ok.. here they are.. um.. yep.. all here.. perfect.. thank you Ealdwulf.. Hilda sends her greetings.. you should come visit the farm sometime I'd treat you to a home-cooked meal myself.. by the way eight moons from now you will be a grandparent.. congratulations!.." I tell him.. it took a second for everything to make sense to him..

"I'm going to be a what eight moons from now?.." he asked me in confusion..

"A Grandpa.. Brunhilda is pregnant.." I told him with a smile..

He turned a little pink in his face for a second.. before recovering saying "you haven't even seen twelve winters yet have you?.." he asked me almost in disbelief at me being capable of fucking his angel daughter and filling her with my pups..

"what can I say pops.. I plan on having a large farm.. we will need plenty of my 'offspring' around to run it for me.." I told him.. making him make a face that looked like he was talking to himself in his head saying.. "By god.. the boy is only eleven.. already putting it to my daughter.. but what he's talking about is making way more sense than it should especially with an eleven year old boy being the one saying it.." monologue'ing in his head as I like to call it..

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Aethred's 'Home-Stead'

***Later That Evening After Returning Home***

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"mm.. grr.. blub.. pshh.. pfprpfrfrfp.. yea.. you like that?.." I ask my wife.. whilst she is laying naked on top of my naked body.. her pussy right in my face.. my mouth all over her sweet asshole motor-boating it.. her perfect little asshole.. I only touch her ass with my fingers and tongue.. I don't want to ruin such a perfect tight asshole like hers.. I'll just save the ass-fucking for any fine women I take as slaves during the future raid..

"mm..mm.. gag.. cack.. guh.. um ahuh.. ah uh.. yes.." she answered in between the strokes of my hips when I would twitch or hunch like a little electric tool or something fucking her mouth making her gag and choke and spit all on my dick and the spit was running down it all over my ballsack..

"I'm about to blow.. swallow it all.. guh.. good girl.. that was most divine my dear.. most divine.." I finish saying as I unleash my seed in her skilled mouth down her throat as she does as told and swallows all of my seed.. 

After we finished our nightly role-playing.. as I was laying in bed i looked up towards the ceiling and thought about bringing up my status panel.. bam.. it was displayed on the ceiling of my room showing..

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/Status Panel/

Name: Aethred

Age: 11

Status: Healthy

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 145.0lbs

/Attribute Panel/

Physique: 1.6

Strength: 1.2

Dexterity: 1.6

Spirituality: 1.5

/Combat Skill Panel/

'Basic' Boxing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Axe-Play : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

'Basic' Sword-Play : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

'Basic' Spear-Play : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Archery : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Horse-Riding : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

'Basic' Throwing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

/Personal Skills Panel/

'Basic' Carpentry : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Black-Smithing : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Farming : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' Tailoring : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' First-Aid : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' Cooking : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

'Basic' Teaching : lvl 2 (0/200xp)

'Basic' Beast Taming : lvl 3 (0/300xp)

/Commander Skills/

Leadership : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Infantry Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Cavalry Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Artillery Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

Siege Commander : lvl 1 (10/100xp)

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