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hard again. The cloth dropped to the ground. He
    looked predatory as he prowled back to her.
    Rolf turned her onto her back and pulled her legs up around
    him. His huge arm wrapped under her hips keeping her behind
    from the furs. Droplets of water rolled down his body to land on
    her. She felt each individual splash. He thrust into her vaginally and
    Sky gasped in surprise. He wasn’t hurting her, but when he used
    his power, she moaned as his muscles bulged and flexed. Her hands
    pushed at his chest, but he gripped her wrists with one hand and
    held them over her head. His blue eyes were so intense she became
    locked in time. They were the only ones in that moment. She
    never wanted it to end.
    He took her harder, harder than any man ever had, including
    Brandr. Sky panted his name and screamed when she came again.
    Rolf threw his head back and howled. He collapsed on top of her.
    Sky was exhausted. Her fantasy had become a reality. Her eyes
    closed and she fell asleep with him buried inside her.

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    It was late when Brandr returned. Rolf and Sky were curled
    up together in the furs. The fire in the hearth had been banked for
    the night and just a small glow gave him sufficient light. Brandr
    lifted Rolf’s flask and hefted its weight. Half was gone. Both Brandr
    and Rolf were concerned when Sky cried after Brandr had taken
    her. He hadn’t meant to be cruel, he was just eager. He knew he
    was only the second to have her that way, but thought Rolf had
    prepared her since his cock was huge. Brandr felt awful. He always
    seemed to be hurting her.
    Brandr settled down at the table and munched on some bread.
    He had wanted to hunt not only for food but for the peace it would
    offer so he could think. When he had seen Sky for the first time in
    the clearing he had thought the boy to be small and of no
    challenge, so he hadn’t even drawn his sword. He would have
    allowed him to retreat and would have caused him no harm—but
    the boy wouldn’t know that. He had snapped the twig on purpose
    and waited for the boy’s face to light with terror at the sight of
    him. Brandr was surprised the boy had run to him instead of away,
    and looked thrilled he was there. It was so unexpected to have
    what he thought to be a young warrior wrap his arms around him.
    Brandr had been shocked. And when he had asked for Rolf, he was
    confused. Rolf was a common name; though, he had thought
    perhaps it was the name of the boy’s father. Perhaps he was lost
    and fear of loneliness had set in.
    A thought had occurred making him wonder if the boy was
    from the village that had been destroyed by raiders. Brandr and his
    hunting party had been too late to be of any help. The scene had
    been sickening. It always made Brandr furious to see the senseless
    slaughter of helpless women and children. What warrior would
    commit such a tragedy on the defenseless? Brandr and the others had left
    the victims where they lay. Their village men would want to bury
    their own. They must have been out in a large hunting party. Only
    a few elderly Vikings had been left behind as guards. A fateful
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    mistake in this day and age. A thought had occurred to him that
    perhaps the boy had run in terror; the only one to have survived
    the slaughter. Perhaps he had been searching for help.
    When Cull had suggested they kill him, as he could pose a
    threat to their own village if he was the lost son of a raider, Brandr
    had made a point of pointing out how small he was. Thin neck,
    easy to break; tiny arms with no power. This boy was no threat.
    More of a nuisance really. And just because he had come from the
    direction of the burned village didn’t necessarily mean he was from
    there or had been involved in any way—although Cull had a point
    when he said he couldn’t speak their language; an inhabitant from
    the village would have understood. Still, Brandr felt there had