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most delicately.
    “True,” he replied gently after a pause.
    “Is she the girl on the wall?” She looked up to him with tear-dappled eyes.
    He nodded. “You have seen the fresco?”
    “Yes. She was beautiful. She looked very happy. Did you paint it?”
    “I did.”
    “I want to make you as happy as she did, Lord,” she said faintly, barely audible over the breeze.
    “And I you.” He kissed the top of her head.
    Kell snuggled down into his chest and pressed her rose petal lips to his hand. “Good night, Lord.”
    As she slipped into slumber she vowed to make as indelible an impression on her new master as his first love had imprinted on his heart.
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     

     
    Asmin stirred as a shaft of sunlight lay across her eyes. Her lashes fluttered open. A crack between the deer hide and the cave opening allowed this beam to strike her perfectly across the face and rouse her from slumber. She was not upset by this, as she had desired to rise early. She was not finished showing her appreciation to Ulf.
    The barbarian still held her as they nestled together on their sides, his fingers laced together over her belly. Asmin wriggled her rear against his groin and found his prick had also awakened. She smiled slyly to herself and gingerly rolled over in his arms to face him. Looking upon him as he slept she smiled, then pressed slightly, and he rolled the rest of the way onto his back. Very gently she lifted the fur blankets to reveal his nude form. Already she had become aroused. No civilized men looked like this. No muscular man she had ever seen had thighs nearly as big around as their waist. From his shoulders to his hips he was a granite V, and his powerful legs allowed him to carry that weight as slyly as a panther. Ulf’s cock twitched in his sleep, pink and half-erect. She quietly crawled down and positioned herself between his legs.
    Asmin smiled wickedly as she leaned in and kissed his cock, right at the junction of the shaft and balls. His prick lurched and bobbed to lie on his chiseled belly. Asmin pressed her nose to the underside of his stiffening shaft and licked its entire length, pausing to swirl her tongue on the head. She mewled with satisfaction and did this again, this time sucking the cap gently into her bee-stung lips and tasting the dab of fluid that had leaked out of the slit. Asmin again went to the base of his now fully erect cock and drew one of his balls into her mouth, pursing them so she could gently nurse on his sac.
    Ulf had roused and was sitting on his elbows, entranced at the show she was performing for his benefit. She reached up and gripped his cock as she locked gazes with him and stroked his shaft, letting the soft skin roll up and down over the head as she purred against the tender jewel she held in her lips. She licked and sucked the other ball and exhaled hotly through her nostrils as she tugged firmly on his prick, causing more liquid to seep from the head. This she smeared around with her thumb, and he jerked his hips.
    Asmin moved from his balls to the head of his cock. Gripping his shaft firmly in her left hand and supporting his balls in her right, she knelt over his throbbing need and dragged her swollen lips over the glistening head. She circled his dick with her soft mouth, flicking at it with her little, pink tongue now and again to illicit a twitch of his leg.
    With a wicked smile she exhaled gently on his now very purple cock and lightly rubbed the flat part of the head with the soft pads of two fingers, all the while looking in his eyes and wondering if he would allow her to continue her teasing. Circling this most sensitive area with her fingertips, she slowed her movement until her digits were hardly moving at all, squeezing his shaft with alternating pressure. Ulf’s eyes looked as though he were about to burst from the tension. She then grinned broadly and engulfed his cock with her mouth.
    She began slowly, moving her head up and down as she pursed