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genuinely amused.
    She paced gracefully in front of him. Just breathing in her smell made his cock rigid and thick. Already his juices gathered at the tip and leaked down the head. He was also nude, and she could see the response of his body. Her full, dark red lips curved in a smile. “You are very young.”
    “I am not.”
    “Your youth is an asset. Do not despair. For it means you will be forever as beautiful as you are now.” Humming, she laid her hand on top of his head. She stroked his hair.
    His hair was long. It had never been cut. That had been the first clue in his realization that his father had always intended to offer him as an apprentice. He had realized his father had lied.
    He was not being sent to Lucifer to ensure the Vikings did not capture Wessex and destroy the last English king—the last king who embraced God. His father had plotted his destiny for much longer than that.
    His father believed in the God of the Catholic religion, and so he had believed in Lucifer. The devil, his father had said, was the true path to power. Their bloody battles with the Vikings could be won only if they harnessed the powers of darkness—
    The demoness moved to him, her breasts swaying. He licked his lips as he watched them bounce from side to side. What did the paint taste like on her nipples? Would she let him put his lips there? He wanted to. Her breasts were heavy and full. They BLOOD DEEP / 35
    hung lower than those of the young maidens he had bedded, and they entranced him. Through the thick cape of his hair, he watched them move.
    She began to hack at his long hair, sawing through it with the blade. It fell in yard-long piles around him. “It is my duty to name you.”
    He told her his name, but she shook her head. “You are not that young man anymore.” Her lashes were very long and ebony black. She smiled. “You are well endowed.”
    “I hope that pleases you.”
    “It does, but I will not be allowed to sample you. Once your head is shaved, you will never be allowed to have sex again.”
    He jerked and the blade nicked his scalp. Pain shot through him, but he didn’t care. “What do you mean? I was told my seed would be precious.”
    “It will be. But it will not be permitted for you to spill your seed in a woman.”
    By all that was holy, what did that mean?
    The demoness smiled. “Surely, you did not think that you would be accepted without a price?”
    “I did not think the price was so high.”
    Her laughter was throaty and rich. “Only a man would say that.” She cocked her head, considering. “I could be persuaded to wait before cutting your hair.”
    He rose up from his knees until he was standing. She was voluptuous and petite, and she had to tip back her head to meet his eyes.
    “What will persuade you?” he asked. He reached out and pinched one of her nipples. The greasy paint let his fingers slide around the hardening tip.
    “Would this?” Emboldened, he slid his hand between her hot thighs. Already, her nether lips were slick with her juices.
    They were like exotic silk to his touch. His cock bucked, and he knew it was dripping with its lust.

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    He took her hand to his shaft. “Do you like this?”
    “Young men. Obsessed only with their cocks.” She scraped her nails along his rigid shaft and he moaned at the pleasure and pain. She stroked his hipbone. He had to admit the caress was an arousing sensation. “I would like to touch you, to stroke and savor you, but I know you are thinking only of shoving your erect cock inside me as quickly as you can.”
    Her words had made it only more important that he bury himself inside. Every breath was bringing him close to release.
    There was something about the erotic smell of her cunny, of scents he could not describe, but that were feminine and lush and appealing, and that had him on the brink of orgasm.
    He threw aside the pretense at being submissive, and he pulled her into his embrace. Fighting and warrior exercises