And here, we have Sigrun, Vrykul Brewmaster Monk

King Hrothgar has many sons, but only one daughter, Sigrun. He and his sons would give anything to protect her. Unfortunately fit Sigrun, this protection extended to parts of Vrykul culture Hrothgar considers too dangerous for his little pearl. Growing up, Sigrun's brothers were encouraged to attend the children's feasts, where they would, under the watchful eye of Vrykul parents, eat, drink and knock some sense into each other's heads. Through supervised debauchery, Hrothgar's sons and​ the other Vrykul children, male and female, learned their limits and the value of moderation… to a degree. Sigrun didn't get this education. She still played and socialised with other Vrykul her age, but Hrothgar deemed the feasts too rowdy and days for his daughter.
One night, Sigrun decided she was old enough to decide by herself that she could attend a feast. She knew her father would never agree but perhaps her mother would. Queen Hilgya also loved her daughter deeply, but she could hear the frustration in her voice. She agreed to help Sigrun sneak out and to keep Hrothgar occupied with the children's feast on the other side of the village.
At the feast, Sigrun enjoyed her newfound freedom. She mingled with other Vrykul, some her age who were elated to have her join them in a feast, some older who were proud to help the king's daughter enjoy her feast. Mead, wine and beer flowed. Sigrun wanted to try everything. The other young Vrykul started a drinking contest and she joined in, unused to alcohol as she was. Next to her, a young Vrykul couple were getting frisky. Sigrun's​ drunk self thought this was a wonderful idea; the heat was getting harsher, removing some clothes would help her cool down. The next thing she knew, she was standing on a wooden table, a mug in her hand, toasting each Vrykul whose mug she could reach. She was naked, she noticed, but she didn't care. None of the other Vrykul seemed to either. They cheered for her. Her naked drunken dance turned the ambience sexual. The young couple she saw earlier were now lying on the table, in a lustful embrace. All around, other couples feel to the floor, ripping each other's clothes off. A few threesomes and foursomes formed. Nobody made a move towards Sigrun yet, unsure of how her father would react, but a few more hot-headed Vrykul we starting to see her as a potential prize. A few seats away, an angry Vrykul saw his mate kissing his brother. He tossed a mug at their heads, but missed, hitting another couple behind them instead.
When the orgy turned to general brawl, a number of Vrykul fought each other for the chance to be the first to claim the virginal king's daughter. In the struggle over her (she was too drunk to realise the danger), she took a hatchet to the neck and died without any of the other vrykul noticing.
Once minds started to clear a little and the feast moved into its second orgy phase, the Vrykul noticed the corpse of the young teen. One of the Vrykul started to fuck the young girl's tight pussy, his lust overcoming his reticence to face the king's wrath. Emboldened, another tried to fuck her mouth but, since the first moved her too much for him, he took the hatchet from her neck and hacked her head off to give himself a blowjob. A third Vrykul chopped off her arm to give himself a handjob without having to get knocked around.
It is at this point that Hrothgar stumbles upon the grisly scene of his daughter's murder. The vrykul stopped maiming Sigrun's body (as they might have another vrykul woman), terrified of what their King's retribution might be. After a tense pause, the second Vrykul did the only thing he could think of: He took Sigrun's head and shoved her down on her father's cock. Seeing this as their only way out, the first Vrykul jumped on the occasion: Sigrun was spending the night in the Halls of Valor, drinking with Odyn, he claimed. Hrothgar should honor her body instead of punishing his clansmen. Hrothgar pondered his word for a moment, then shoved the first Vrykul away from his daughter and returned Sigrun's head to the second. With a mighty cry of "For Odyn!", he shoved his dick inside his daughter. The vrykul cheered. None dared dismember Sigrun more than she was, but the revelry and gangbang of the young corpse continued into the night.
Sigrun claims she saw the Halls of Valor that night. She remembers Odyn's deep belly laugh as he saw the young girl, her mind suddenly cleared of the alcohol's haze, blushing and covering herself as she found herself naked in front of hundreds of warriors. "Oh, I so rarely see one as young as you, child. First feast, I take it?" Sigrun didn't answer. She was too embarrassed and awed to respond. The keeper took her hands, placed them at her side and looked her up and down. "I can tell you'll make one fine lover." She tensed. He laughed again. "Perhaps next time you come. When you have tried it for yourself. Now go! Drink, eat, be merry. The Halls of Valor, and its inhabitants, are yours to enjoy tonight"