A Night of Passion for Walse's Twins Ch4

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Chapter 4: The Breast-Milk Cannons

In Asgard, Loge was thinking about what mischief to do. He saw the goddess Skadi aiming at a pheasant flying high in the divine sky.
“Goddess with the flawless aim? True, but you’ll still lose your game,” he chuckled to himself.
He opened a portal right in front of an eagle that was prowling the skies of Midgard. The eagle flew through it and found himself in Asgard. In front of him, a nice fat pheasant was flying. In the same instant that Skadi released her arrow, the eagle grasped the pheasant and flew where the pheasant had been just before. Literally hitting its target instantaneously, the divine arrow pierced the eagle. (Some others of Skadi’s arrows would have been even faster than infinitely fast). The bird of prey screeched in agony and fell from the sky.
Meanwhile on top of Hunding’s house in Midgard, Walse’s twins with the supernatural bond awoke from their brief love slumber. They immediately went to work on each other again. Sieglinde kissed her brother and pinched his boy-nipples. The hero took his sister in his arms and made out with her. He got hard in seconds and wasted no time sticking his dick back where it belongs: in his twin-sister’s snatch.
“Oh Siegmund, you super-masculine bridegroom!” exclaimed Sieglinde.
She rolled on top of her brother and began riding him hard.
“Yee-haw! Sleipnir, show me that horizon!” she howled as she pounded away at her twin-brother with reckless abandon.
“Sister! Bride! Soulmate! I’ll take you beyond the horizon and beyond the sky if you want to,” cried Siegmund as he met his sister’s thrusts with powerful punches of his own. Indeed, he didn’t just thrust his cock into her pussy; he punched it in as only a man in love with his soulmate can. Sieglinde lovingly looked into his eyes wide and beaming with euphoria. Siegmund frantically caressed his sister’s narrow waist, squeezed her thighs and kneaded her breasts. Suddenly, he felt his sister wanting him to let go of her breasts. He tried to comply, but his passion was so strong that she had to help him take his hands off her breasts.
“The poor thing!” said Sieglinde as she and her brother felt that the shot eagle was in pain and in the throes of death.
The demi-goddess tensed her breasts. Her pointed nipples grew longer and even harder than diamond. Her hands still holding her brother’s to her hips, she aimed her breasts, took a deep breath … and fired. Her breasts shot forth two jets of brilliantly brightly shining white milk. Both beams entered the realm of the gods in the blink of an eye. One milk-ray punched the divine arrow out of the eagle’s wound and washed, flushed and flooded it. Sieglinde also directed some milk into his beak. The wound immediately healed, and the eagle was well off again. He braked his fall and flew happily around in the world of eternal youth. The other milk jet traveled faster than instantaneous and so back in time, hitting the arrow off course in the past and thus preventing it from wounding the eagle in the first place. Like that, the milk that the eagle had taken in wasn’t used for healing him (since he was never hurt), but instead gave him superpowers. Chuckling, Sieglinde then telepathically told him who had hurt him. The eagle turned his piercing gaze at Loge. His eyes got red and emitted sparks, and he let out a terrible cry – high-pitched, but as loud as a dragon’s roar. Loge transformed into a fire-tornado and flew away, the eagle after him.
Skadi wanted to finally shoot down the pheasant, but Siegmund telepathically and empathically showed the goddess that it’s bad to hunt and kill living beings without need, and a goddess is certainly not in need of downing a little harmless animal. The goddess abandoned her aggressive intention and instead watched the eagle fly away. She sighed wistfully, remembering how her father, the storm-giant Thiazi, had once taken the form of such a magnificent bird of prey.
Siegmund looked at his sister with love and pride. “You’re so good-hearted! And your breasts’ and breast-milk’s superpowers are just awesome. I’ve known them, of course, but it’s still wonderful to see some of them put to use first hand. I just love how your milk can heal wounds and diseases even and especially if they’re caused by unjust divine intervention. And I love its many other superpowers as well, of course.”
“Well,” said Sieglinde, resuming her rhythmic harmonious love dance with her brother, “I just can’t help not aiding innocent humans, animals, plants, dwarves, elves and others in need.”
She released her brother’s hands, and he grabbed her breasts again and groped them eagerly. “I’m reassured that our child will enjoy one-of-a-kind mother’s milk to make her or him even stronger and more powerful,” he said, beaming.
“If our kid gets my breast milk, he’ll get the ability to see through any plots made by gods or Men,” said Sieglinde.
But alas! That’s only an “if”.
“Alright,” said Siegmund’s sister and bride, “but first things first. Let’s now finish this!”

(Story continues in next chapter...)