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She felt so satisfied she was sorry it was over. She would have liked to get to know him better. She wondered if he would give her his number but doubted it; most likely this handsome hunk only dated models or other actors.

"Wolf?" she whispered when he slumped over her.

"Mmm?"

"That was incredible."

Vicki turned within his arms. He lifted her from the pool as though she weighed no more than a child and set her on a blanket away from the water. She hadn't seen the blanket before and she wondered where it had come from. Ulfr soon had a fire going and he produced dry meat from a stone cache in the wall. She studied him for a moment feeling very tired. She wondered for the thousandth time where on earth her clothes went. And these hot springs, she hadn't known they were so close to home. Her biggest comfort was her 31

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sword propped over to the side. Thank heaven she hadn't lost it or she'd never hear the end of it from her dad.

Ulfr encouraged her to eat. She did. When she finished she lay down on the blanket of soft leather. Ulfr curled around her. His one arm cushioned her head, the other wrapped snugly around her waist. Vicki closed her eyes thinking she would sleep for just a few minutes. Her parents would worry if she were late. Maybe they could still even catch part of Trisha's party. She couldn't wait to thank her. Vicki had been almost right earlier.
This
was the most fun she had ever had on Halloween. It wasn't long before the heat of the fire before her and the warmth of the big hulking brute behind her lulled her into slumber.

Ulfr arose early and washed quickly in one of the hot pools. Upon exiting he dipped a cloth into the water and carried it dripping back to the hide. He settled himself down and watched as his little Valkyrie's eyes fluttered open. She smiled shyly up at him. She was so beautiful. Ulfr felt certain Odin was well pleased with him to send him such a treasure after the long lonely months he had traveled in search of her.

He had sacrificed much, leaving his family and friends for so long. He had been more than ready to turn back when his beloved dog, Sultan, was killed. Sultan had been fearless. A large wolf cross. Yet despite his size he was still quite young and too full of himself. He felt bad for taking the foolish pup with him. Ulfr hadn't been able to save him from the mother bear's wrath when Sultan had gone too close to her cubs.

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springs and his village, Ulfr had felt the ground shake. He had struggled to maintain his footing. His body was tossed to and fro. It was a fearsome thing to experience, but he was no coward. He stood his ground and had not run. When the earth ceased its quaking a fog had settled a short distance away.

Intrigued, Ulfr had wandered into it. When the apparition had formed in the mist his heart had hammered. There was unsurety at what was moving towards him. Sword in hand he had relaxed when the little, nonthreatening Valkyrie had appeared. She was stunning. Her hair was dark as midnight.

Her beautiful blue eyes were clear and bright. She held herself with the confidence of a Valkyrie, as she should.

Ulfr had been surprised she held a weapon. It was a tiny sword, made for a woman or young warrior. He hadn't been concerned. She seemed confused at first at his appearance then grew cocky. In the forest, he had been shocked she would challenge him, taunt him. Perhaps it was a test. He had shown her his great strength, shown her he was worthy. His blade had been merciful; she was no match for him. The blows he had struck were meant to teach dominance not cause harm. Ulfr had considered it a practice of a real warrior's great control. Power tempered with restraint.

When he had reached her in the clearing after their battle, her fear and terror had made his heart hurt for her. She had looked so small and alone and defenseless. The lesson he had taught her was a blow to her ego. Her bewildered eyes that had begged pitifully into his were wrought with confusion. He had thought she would expire in terror when she discovered she was nude. But he had expected it; his brother, Hott, had 33

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told him. Hott had pulled him aside many months ago and explained how he had come about his own little Valkyrie in the mist. Hott had explained her fears as well.

Then the poor thing before him had discovered she was incapable of understanding him. Again, Hott had explained that for some odd reason in the mist each would think the other was speaking his/her own language. But the Valkyrie should never have challenged him. It was a dangerous game she had played. Ulfr had not expected that. Hott's own little Valkyrie had carried no weapons. Hott's woman, Valerie, had gotten pregnant before she had been allowed into their time.

Ulfr and Vicki's meeting had been odd. More of a power struggle.

Perhaps Odin had punished her for being too brazen. She was strong-willed, which was a good thing, as long as it didn't get her killed. She was lucky he was a merciful man; another might have slaughtered her for taking up arms against a Viking warrior. Yes, it must have been a test, an educating experience for them both. Odin had made the right choice of warriors. It was now up to Ulfr to teach her submission if he would be allowed to keep his little captive.

Ulfr had been surprised she had been a virgin. At first he had thought to take her to his home and coax her. But he had seen the passion in her eyes and when he felt between her legs she had been so hot he knew she wouldn't deny him. He had meant to be gentler with her from behind, but when she lay so submissively and ripe for the taking he had lost control.

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demanding he was. He could feel the eagerness of his manhood as it jumped thinking about being inside her.

Ulfr rose to his feet and knelt her before him, she was barely awake. His large hand gripped her hair and he pushed her down on him—wanting her to taste him. She seemed hesitant at first, but soon he guided his swollen cock past her lips. She moved her mouth over him experimentally and he groaned. It was obvious this was also new to her.

Ulfr lifted her away from him and indicated she was to run her tongue up and down his long length. He wanted to be rock-hard when he took her ass again. It had felt so good the first time. She had been tight, but once she relaxed it had felt amazing. While she licked and kissed at him, he lowered himself to the ground and reached behind her for his leather bag. He turned her in his arms and placed her on her hands and knees before him. He rubbed a generous amount of grease on his cock. His finger slid up her ass and he felt her shudder in anticipation. She said something to him that sounded like a plea. He wasn't certain, but decided he would show his captive some mercy.

Very gently his cock slid up her ass. She cried out, but he was being tender. She gasped as he pushed harder. The grease had helped make her slick and his entire length was soon buried within her. He remained motionless, enjoying the feeling of her heat, stretching her to fit him. She pulled away from him and his hand tightened on her shoulder, exerting pressure. He had not given her permission to move. Slowly she moved back towards him and he grinned. She was still an innocent; she was testing her sexuality and perhaps how far 35

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she could push him. His hand loosened and she moved away, he exerted pressure and she moved back. She moved forward and back on her own without waiting for his hand to tighten.

She was moaning. It wasn't the frightened sound she had made in the clearing when she had been so fearful of him.

The noise she was making was full of intrigue. He held still and allowed her to screw herself with his cock. She was an eager little thing. He had never had a woman take so fast to his needs. Most needed a little encouraging.

She rocked very carefully, her small hands gripped the leather blanket and she groaned and gasped. Soon her thrusting was becoming more demanding. She was unable to gain enough leverage to thrust harder. Ulfr decided she was well prepared for him. He rubbed more grease onto himself.

He bent her farther forward, locked his arm around her waist, removed himself, then plunged deeply. She cried out. He wasn't concerned. No one would be around to interrupt them if he allowed her to verbally howl her desires.

She called out his name in her strange pronunciation over and over while he pounded into her. His large hand pulled back and he slapped at her bare butt. She yelped in surprise.

He swatted her again. He bucked against her until she shuddered with release and slumped submissively before him.

He took her harder in her relaxed position. Then in one fluid motion he removed himself and flipped her onto her back. He wiped his slick cock with the wet piece of cloth he had ready.

The idea of a cleansing ritual had been introduced to himself and his brother by Hott's sanitary cautious Valkyrie. At first the idea made his eyes roll until Hott's little Valkyrie had 36

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hinted at yet another challenge of a warrior's great restraint.

The idea held merit. Ulfr was always eager to test his limits...he appeared to have none as of yet.

His little Valkrie's body trembled before him as he eased himself into her vaginal heat. She moaned and her hands rose to grip his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her eyes were glazed and she panted and gasped. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Soon he was again bucking against her.

Her insides were soft and welcoming. She closed her heat around him. Ulfr wanted to devour every inch of her. He lowered his head to capture her lips and sucked at her tongue. She tasted so sweet. A quick learner, she was now skilled in the art of kissing. She not only mimicked what he had taught her but experimented with her lips. His flesh was burning with desire. Ulfr found himself panting with her fire as she met each thrust of his hips and each kiss equally. She clung to him with the grip of a warrior. As her surety increased so too did her pace. The ride was exhilarating and he couldn't get enough of her.

Finally, he threw back his head and howled his release. He felt her quiver beneath him. Ulfr lowered his body to rest on top of her and she groaned under his weight. He stayed where he was for a few minutes, wanting her to feel his size and power. She was never to take up arms against him or any other warrior again. It could result in her injury, or worse, her death. When she began to whimper in her sweet little submissive tone he rolled to his side, pulling her into his arms. He stroked at her silky hair and kissed the top of her 37

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head. He felt his heart was ready to burst from the joy he felt. She was so perfect. He was grateful it hadn't taken him long to tame her. No doubt from now on she would be ready and willing to as he commanded. The thought was sweet. His chest puffed with pleasure and pride.

Vicki lay quietly for a moment then lifted her head from his chest. She gasped in surprise. Her stunned gaze was directed over his shoulder. Ulfr looked at the cave opening. He could see nothing.

Suddenly she was up and flailing her arms about. It soon became apparent to him she was distressed because it was light out. She tugged hard at the leather blanket, practically flipping him off it.
She was strong for a little thing.
She wrapped it around herself. He frowned as he lay in the dirt, wondering if he should take it away. She was his captive after all; she had come out of the mist nude and he had won her in battle. Perhaps it was Odin's wish she remain unclothed.

Ulfr had thought to show off his beautiful little Valkyrie to the other men; he was very pleased with her stunning looks.

Then he decided that perhaps that wasn't such a good idea. A captive's behind and mouth was free for the taking in his village, but nothing else if she belonged to a warrior. He was the only one allowed within her vaginal heat. Any child born would belong to him and he alone would be responsible for them. A few might think if she came unclothed it was an open invitation that all were welcome to her. But she was Ulfr's. If his brother wanted her he would share. But Hott had his own little Valkyrie. It had been Hott's idea Ulfr set out on a journey to find his own woman. None of the village woman 38

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had kept his interest for long. He had started to think there was no one for him, until now.

Taking this woman was like taking his brother's wife, Valerie. Only his little Vicki was better—she belonged to him.

That thought had him focusing on her once more. She had the sword in her hand and she was striding determinedly out of the cave. Ulfr shouted for her to wait but she ignored him and kept going.

Damn it!
She should be listening to him.

Ulfr stumbled into his clothing and raced after her. She was rushing through the forest. No doubt thinking she could return to Valhalla. His anger dissipated as the look on her face changed from worry to confusion to fear. He felt sorry for her while she looked and looked. Each moment she became more frantic. She finally faced him and said something in a demanding tone. He tried to explain to her she was now his and there was no returning. She stomped her small foot in frustration and he laughed—it was so cute, her anger. Her eyes narrowed onto him.

"Home!" she demanded in his native tongue.

He pointed to the ground and said, "Home."