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Title: Embers and Blood: Origins of the Sisterhood

Author: Joe Gonzo

Excerpt:

"Please," Trygve whimpered, his voice high and thin. "Not my stones." His hands clawed desperately toward his groin, but Solveig's weight pinned his arms. The left one resisted at first, surprisingly resilient despite its vulnerable appearance. Sigrun bore down harder, her jaw clenched with effort. Then—a subtle shift beneath her fingers, a faint pop like a knuckle cracking. The rubbery orb began to change shape, flattening on one side. Trygve's scream pitched into a piglet's squeal as his left scrotum swelled purple-black. 

Around them, the younger girls gathered, wide-eyed. Asta, the youngest of the daughters, watched the hulking warrior reduced to sobbing ruin, his manhood now exposed in its vulnerability. 

"Once I feared that thing," she whispered to her sisters, nodding toward his groin. "Like a weapon he'd wield against us." 

Despite the agony, his cock twitched, stiffening against his thigh—the poison's cruel work. Ingrid's laugh was sharp as flint. "Look how it betrays him still," she hissed, "rising while he falls." Brynhild leaned closer, her eyes glittering. "The shaft may stand," she murmured, "but the stones—" she gestured to the purpling sack in Sigrun's merciless grip, "—that's where their power hides. Crush them, and what remains?" The three exchanged glances, a current of dark understanding passing between them—the intoxication of reversing, at last, the order of their world. Now, when she looked into Trygve’s face, she saw not the wolf but the dying lamb—his lips flecked with vomit, his eyelids fluttering, tears and mucus pooling in the hollows of his cheeks. He tried to say “stop,” but all that came was a high, keening whine. Sigrun leaned in, her lips inches from his ear.