(Normal pov)

On the edge of the Archipelago borders, Outcast ships were anchored in the murky waters, they were hauling in equipment from a sunken vessel. The Outcasts were having trouble and the chains they were using were slipping out of their hands and Savage turned toward them. "Keep pulling you maggots!! Unless you want to become giant eel chum!!" He barked as he back handed a shield and an eel jumped out of the water and snatched the shield.

Savage turned around to see Dagur doing pull ups, though the man was deranged, he was a fierce warrior and he could kill men the size of Alvin easily. Cutthroat, Dagur's cousin, he too was insane, he certainly lived up to his name and was extremely loyal to his cousin; however the man was a wild card. Savage didn't trust those two, not one bit.

He then noticed Alvin giving orders to fellow Outcast soldiers who were putting away the equipment they salvaged. "Erm Alvin?" Savage asked, the Outcast Chieftain turned to his right hand man and grunt, telling him to spit it out. "Remind me again why we're working with these two...lunatics?!" He whisper yelled.

Alvin looked at the two Berserker cousins and sneered. "Because they've got one of the largest armadas in the Archipelago and they have extra man power." The Outcast Chief was no fool though, he knew the two cousins were loose cannons and would most likely betray him in the future, he needed to be ready if they double crossed him.

Cutthroat had a murderous look as one of the Outcast soldiers dropped a piece of the sunken equipment. "Carefully! Or I'll spill your guts open and wipe this ships deck with your intestines!!" The Outcast soldier nodded furiously and placed the rest equipment down below. Dagur finished another set of pull ups and exhaled heavily, he dropped to the deck and grunted as he came into contact with the ships deck.

The Berserker Chieftain stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles and looked at one his men. "Do we have everything of value?" He barked, the Berserker soldier nodded and handed Dagur a list of the equipment they salvaged, Dagur took the list and skimmed through it and grunted in approval. "Good. Set sail!!" He ordered, and the ships captain barked orders for the crew to head to Helheim's Gate.

Cutthroat nudged Dagur and smirked. "Can you imagine it cousin? Us wielding the Red Death like a puppet and conquer the entire Archipelago?" Dagur snickered and giggled while nodding, he knew that if this plan succeeded, they'd conquer their own section of the world and next...expansion. Dagur began cackling madly as well as his cousin.

"Dagur." The cousins turned to see a ferocious woman, her hair was dirty blond in ghana braids, her body outline was defined, but curvy too. She was what people would call the perfect female warrior. Dagur trailed his eyes all over her and licked his lips in lust. "Enobaria! Nice to see you again!" The woman smirked and swayed her hips and wrapped her arms around Dagur's neck and bared her teeth, it was as if she had fangs for teeth and she purred in the Berserker Chiefs ear. "Why don't we have a proper reunion...in your chambers"

Dagur chuckled and turned to see Cutthroat rolling his eyes while smirking, Enobaria dragged Dagur below deck to have some...fun.

As they entered Dagur's chambers, her hand had begun to move sideways rather than down and Dagur's reaction was sudden and vehement. A smirk curled over her lips, the Berserker in her shining through so clearly his heart tried to kick clean out of his chest. He barely blinked before Enobaria was on top of him, slim thighs tight around his muscular ones as she straddled him, leant forward to kiss him again.

Kissing was a strong word for the way she brutalised his mouth, all rough tongue and sharp teeth and nails digging in to the delicate skin protecting the pulse points of his neck. Dagur was drowning in a multitude of feelings, something like drunken wish fulfillment and what might have been predatory lust, he gripped her hips tightly.

Enobaria took charge completely, fumbling to hike up the bottom of his tunic and Dagur only remembered to react when she was pulling down his leggings. Her dragon-roughened hand wrapped around his cock, smirking when he yelped and bucked.

"E-Enobaria!"

"Say it. Say you're mine Dagur."

Where had all this come from? Enobaria squeezed at his cock, reminding Dagur he was in a rather vulnerable position.

"Y-yours!"

Her smirk darkened, something really rather feral in her eyes as Dagur watched in shock; she shuffled closer on his thighs, surprise adding itself to the madness inside him as he realised Enobaria had nothing on beneath her skirt. Before he could blink, Dagur felt her position him and drop herself down his length in one brutally hot slide. Both of them cried out, something like pain across her face as he jerked.

"Gods Dagur, bigger than I expected."

Dagur felt smug now, his every sense focused on where Enobaria had taken his cock inside her. None of the tavern women or brothel whores came a little bit close to how Enobaria felt, tight and hot around his erection. Her slim thighs trembled against his own, the sheer rush almost threatening to make Dagur come on the spot. That wouldn't have been too fair on her though. He used his broad hands to grab her narrow hips, then scowled.

"Take off your top."

Enobaria smiled evilly, but she tugged up the undershirt she had on, revealing a birth mark on her hip. Feigning surprise, Dagur held out a hand to halt her removing her breast bindings - for now at least.

"I have one of those too."

She watched as he lifted up his own tunic, revealing the matching mark on his own hip. Of course, his was under a huge scar that wrapped around his side from a mishap in Berserker sword training when he was eight.

Dagur rolled his hips and gasped. He wasn't sure it was a sound of pleasure, but she didn't stop him. Instead, she leant forward to brace her weight on his stomach and lifted herself, biting her lip as she sank back down. Dagur reached for her braided hair and used it to pull her closer still, returning the brutal kiss she had given him earlier now he could think a little clearer. His hand then roamed down and tugged the knot of her bindings, letting them fall away to reveal her breasts to his eyes. His hands didn't take long to explore them either.

"Up, get up."

Enobaria moved and both groaned with the loss, but Dagur could see she was struggling to ride him while his apparently big cock (he didn't compare his size to others, he knew he was good regardless) stretched her. Unless she was fucking in taverns too, Enobaria couldn't have gotten fucked in a while.

"Lie down."

She went, skirt the only thing left to break up the line of pale skin as she laid back on her bed. Dagur tugged up his own tunic until it was off, hungry to see what Enobaria's eyes showed as he revealed his muscled, scarred torso. Cock pulsing and throbbing with need, he pushed open her thighs and hiked up her skirt, burying himself back inside her and she arched, shaking as her body thrashed on the bed. His cock practically sighed with relief to feel her heat around him again, her nails sinking into his forearm. His leggings were bunched halfway down his thighs but Dagur didn't care, reaching up to grope roughly at her breast. Enobaria whined, nipple hardening against his palm so Dagur rubbed it, sensing something like shame or hesitation tinging her pleasured moan.

He pulled back, thrusting back in with the knowledge that every time he pressed back flush to Enobaria, the crescent moons on their hips would meet. She fisted a hand in the thin fur on the Berserker Chiefs bed, pushing her hips down to meet Dagur's thrusts and he hungrily listened to every moan she let out. Each one was a victory, a chink in the armour Enobaria kept up even to him.

Not satisfied Enobaria was breaking fast enough, Dagur pushed her legs up until her knees were bent to her chest and sped up his thrusts, guttural sounds of skin against skin filling the air to intermingle with the increasingly hungry responses she gave him. He was generally following the base, animal instincts when he fucked anyway, but something about Enobaria writhing beneath him had Dagur feeling primal, stripped back to just a raw need for pleasure, to chase the high of climax.

Enobaria's hand came up to tug at his hair, rough to the point of pain in his scalp that Dagur reveled in. She bit him, sharp teeth sinking down on his lip, his shoulder, his throat. Her nails raked down his back, her deep green eye fixing upon his with a chilling stare that was part lust, part something else entirely that Dagur knew probably wasn't good. He just didn't care enough, his own nails sinking into the pale skin above Enobaria's skirt, bruising her hip and tearing the otherwise blank canvas of her skin next to the birth mark.

"Say it Enobaria. Say you're mine."

She had demanded it of him; he deserved the same from her. She owed him that much.

"In your dreams Chief."

For someone who was flushed, sweating and keening with the pleasure of said Chiefs cock stretching her, filling her, Enobaria was remarkably cool as she challenged him. Dagur decided to let her think she had won for the moment - he knew he needed to work on patience. Shewould be his first test.

She was too hot, too wet and too fucking perfectly responsive for Dagur to hold back, hips beginning to shudder as he crested the wave. Enobaria exploded beneath him, looking every bit as surprised as Dagur was before her face went slack with pleasure as she spasmed around him. Dagur buried himself deep, spilling inside her and knowing she was his whether she said it or not.

"D-Dagur!"

Gods, his name had never sounded so good. On the tongue of a Berserker. His Berserker. His lover. Dagur leant down, sealing his lips on the side of her breast and biting, sucking, not letting up until he was satisfied the bruise left behind would linger. He pulled out, enjoying her small sound of complaint that he was no longer in her and tugged his leggings back up.

Enobaria was silent, fairly still and hadn't even pulled her skirt back down.

Dagur left her to work through it, rolling on his side and preparing to go to sleep. Enobaria got up, obviously cleaning herself up and replacing her clothes. Dagur kept his eyes closed in case she was suddenly shy, as most women he'd seen had become immediately after sex. Then she got back on the bed, facing away from him by the quiet sound of her breathing. On impulse more than logic, Dagur rolled over and placed his arm around her, pulling her into his body. She shuddered when he pressed his teeth to the back of her neck, though he didn't bite. Not that time.

"Mine."

She didn't say anything. She didn't have to.

When Dagur woke after a particularly fantastic session of fucking, Enobaria hadn't moved. His cock was pressed against her hot ass, Enobaria amazingly pushing back when he thrust it against her to test her reaction. Dagur didn't waste the chance, fumbling to lift up her skirt, push down her leggings and his fingers delved between her thighs. Her sleep-rough voice formed needy moans as he rubbed her, trying not to rush and gain the opposite effect as he got her hot, wet, ready to take him within her again.

(Alvin's pov)

Dagur and that minx of his went below deck, their intention was clear as day, I shook the thought out of my mind and the captain yelled. "Sir!! Helheim's Gate in view!!" I smiled deviously and ordered my men to prepare the equipment. It seems that equipment we salvaged belonged to Dragon Hunters, and they have dragon proof cages, chains and a boatload of other valuable tools for us to enslave the Red Death.

I then ordered our ships to launch catapults at the Red Deaths mountains entrance to stir it up. Wave after wave of boulders slammed into the mountain and finally a mouth opened up. I turned toward one of my soldiers. "Get Dagur." He nodded and I then turned back toward the mountains mouth.

Minutes later Dagur, Cutthroat and his woman Enobaria arrived on deck and I turned around. "You ready to become legend Dagur?" I smirked, the Berserker Chief giggled and nodded. "Do it." I nodded and ordered my men to fire a flaming catapult in the mouth of the mountain. One shot was all it took as the flaming boulder vanished, a blood curdling roar erupted, my smirked turned into a grin.

Suddenly the walls of the mountain began breaking apart and we laid eyes on the Red Death, in all her glory, smashing through the mountain with ease and she let loose a mighty roar that could shake the heavens. "Hello gorgeous." Cutthroat purred, I then ordered my men to make as much noise with their shields to throw off this dragons aim, after ten minutes the Red Death seemed dazed and was shaking her head as if to snap out of the trance. There was our opening. "NOW!!" I roared.

Our ships fired dragon proof grappling chains, their size was enough to bring down a dragon of this size and caliber. The Red Death began thrashing violently and breathed a torrent of fire at the chains, but it was a fruitless attempt, I smirked, my excitement growing. "Reel her in boys!!" I barked, every soldier under our command began reeling the Red Death in with all their might. The dragon roared in outrage and breathed fire once more at the nearest ship, but thankfully the dragon wasn't close enough to set that ship ablaze.

I ran to another grapple cannon and fired, the chains wrapped around the Red Death's neck, I began reeling her in and with the help of my strongest Outcasts. Suddenly she fell head first on the beach, sand came flying but we continued reeling. Once she was secured, I turned toward Dagur. "Now Dagur, we muzzle her up and get to work on controlling her." I grin, Dagur chuckled in disbelief as we now had this giant at our complete mercy.

"I have to admit Alvin, I had my doubts about your plan, but now? The possibilities are fucking endless!" Dagur cackled, I began laughing maniacally and everyone joined in. We now have the Red Death under thumb, now all that's left is to control her. And then? Domination.