The scent of battle still clings to my fur, mingling with the sweet musk of our Master's pleasure upon us. Freya's golden hair is matted with our combined juices, her sorcerous energies still crackling around us as we kneel in devotion. Tonight, we proved our worth not just in combat but in complete surrender - my pussy dripping with his seed while Freya's cunt still trembles from the force of her screaming orgasm. Every thrust of his cock was a blessing, every command obeyed without hesitation. We are his weapons, his pleasure, his devoted servants. The All-Father's approval is our only nourishment.