➤ Valhalla’s Sinners: [LIVE]
Then the screen faded to black...
A heartbeat passed.
Two.
Three.
And then...
The screen snapped to vivid clarity, revealing a high-definition view of a private chamber. It had polished floors, but the interior itself was quite barren, as if inside a newly built room that hadn’t yet been lived in.
In the middle of it all, the man himself stood.
Kaiden Grey.
Wearing nothing but dark swim trunks, he stood before the mirror, muscles flexing as he casually adjusted his hair. The lighting in the room frad his figure perfectly, focusing on his sculpted chest, sharp jawline, and just enough cocky ease to make it all look effortless. A slow, confident grin spread across his lips.
"Welco to Valhalla’s Sinners, everyone."
He gave the mirror a wink before he turned. The room behind him was serene: the basent of their new ho they’d quickly renovated to fit their needs.
- Princeless Princess: Kaiden!! I’m here! I’ll try my best to moderate today... but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to fight so many people at once... Sob... Please go easy on your only mod!
- Kaiden’s Wife: Welco back!! ❤️ Best wishes on your new stream!! Also, make a mod, Kai! I’ll protect you from the mobs!!
- Lady Leia: FUCK you look good, Kai! God DAMN those hips. But you’d be even hotter with no pants at all, just sayin’.
- Lady Leia: Also, I’d volunteer as a mod but my hands are kinda busy whenever your sight cos through my screen, y’know? My poor kitty can’t handle it...
Kaiden said nothing in return. Not because he was ignoring them, but because he couldn’t. There were simply too many chatters present besides the three fangirls.
The mont the stream tir began ticking, it detonated into a maelstrom of madness. Thousands of viewers poured in every second. Bored nobodies, aristocrats from gilded palaces, underground beast tars, mana-cultists, and entire guild councils watching together in their conference rooms. The viewer count ticked into hundreds of thousands, climbing with each passing breath.
The chat devolved into chaos—thirst, theories, s, and madness—scrolling faster than anyone could possibly read.
"Today’s stream is going to have a special the..." Kaiden announced, turning from the mirror and strolling toward the open doorway behind him, revealing a dimly lit room just beyond: their personal bathhouse, rapidly built by hand (and a little magic) into the lower level of their new ho.
There were no polished marble pillars or grandiose fountains. No ornate mosaics or divine statues. Instead, the focal point was a large, custom-built bathtub. It wasn’t overly elegant, but solid, radiating practicality.
After all, such a quick construction was only possible thanks to Riven’s tily assistance using her Constructrix class, and the woman wasn’t known for caring much about extravagance and flair—hence why she was running around in a pair of undies and a white robe on top.
The tub was also nearly filled to the brim with steaming water.
Nearly.
Why not to the brim?
Because...
A quiet click of a door opening stole the stream’s attention. And then...
Three pairs of sexy legs stepped into fra, one after another.
Each woman carried a bucket filled with steaming hot water. But the buckets were barely noticed.
Because the real show?
It was what they were wearing.
Aria entered first, her face glowing as bright as her outfit. She wore a tropical-thed sarong tied low around her hips, revealing the gentle curves of her juicy thighs. Her chest was barely covered by two precariously fastened coconut shells, strung together with thin rope, making it an exotic bikini top. A lei of vivid flowers frad her collarbone. She smiled radiantly at Kaiden, eyes twinkling.
"Ready for bath ti, Kai?" she chirped, swaying her hips playfully as she walked past him.
Luna followed with a subtle frown twitching on her lips. Her expression was half-focused, half-flustered. She wore the sa outfit—a sarong, coconuts, flower lei—but her discomfort ca not from the exposure. Luna was a Storm Valkyrie, made for chaos. She wasn’t a timid, bashful girl.
The fact that many people saw her in Kaiden’s newest fetish-also known as whatever ridiculous thed outfit he managed to make her wear, didn’t affect the girl much at all. No. Her unease ca from walking after her.
Nyx Cosmos. The Valkyrie of Space.
The third to enter, Nyx strutted into the room as if she were born for the cara, her hips swinging with slow, deliberate motions made to incite her man even when she knew she wasn’t going to be on the nu today.
She just couldn’t help it... Seducing Kai over and over was an activity she enjoyed greatly as it reinforced in her mind that she was greatly appreciated, and basking in his lecherous gaze filled her heart with joy, letting her know he couldn’t get enough of her.
The coconuts strapped to her chest looked as though they were holding on for dear life against her overly generous feminine proportions. The coconut bras were clearly not designed to support such voluptuous curves.
However, Nyx’s entrance had two effects: one that she intended, naly, showing off in front of her boyfriend, but also she inadvertently managed to make many female viewers curse under their breaths at the unfair sight.
However, the woman did not care for the seething of any lesser woman, evidenced by her lips curling in a sultry smirk, golden eyes narrowed at Kaiden as though he were the spectacle.
"Mmm..." she purred, tilting the bucket slightly to let a splash of hot water cascade down her thigh. She then giggled slyly, noticing sothing rising. "Maybe we should buy you a bigger pants, Kai... This one suddenly seems... overly restrictive..."
The chat went feral.
- Princeless Princess: Ugh... I gotta stop eating Nutella...
- Kaiden’s Wife: COCONUTS???! Kai, I didn’t know you were freaky like that!
- Lady Leia: You dumb b@tch, what do you an not freaky? Kaiden just finished raw-dogging a monster chick in the desert dungeon?!
- Kaiden’s Wife: Stop talking to so rudely you unhinged, horny sl*t!
- Lady Leia: Ok, ignored... Moving on... Kaiden, your pink babe is doing things to I don’t know whether I like or not!!!!! DEAR GOD, THOSE COCONUTS ARE HANGING ON BY A PRAYER. Nyx could smother to death, and I have a feeling I’d thank her in my final words...
As the chat was going wild, the trio of Valkyries approached the tub, one by one, and poured their buckets of steaming water into the bath.
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