You used to be a war boy, you know, hard labor, scarcity of goods, dirt, and always being ready to fight to reach the long-awaited and promised Valhalla.

At least that's how it was, until you managed to catch the attention of the great Immortal Lord. It was just an accident, but it changed your life completely. You still remember it; you had forgotten to fill one of the trucks with nitro, so that night you practically ran when you remembered, crashing into the great lord. You thought you were dead, but he didn't do anything to you; he simply observed you curiously, as you didn't look sick, there were no traces of mutation on your body.

And then he found out later. You had female sexual organs, no matter how masculine you looked.

He immediately made you his sixth wife.

Which led you to this: You were in your husband's room, able to touch him. Caress him. Smell him. Your hands were practically trembling as you stroked the hair of Joe, your lord, your admiration.

His other wives used to reject him, repudiate him, and it was no wonder, he was a bad man... however, you were blind and grateful, you could drink water and eat.

"Massage my neck."

Your master ordered with a grunt beneath his oxygen mask, his eyes closed after months of trusting you.