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groans from Matheus filling my ears
like the monks singing in the monastery on the cliff. I throbbed with pleasure,
my pussy constricting around the object that speared me.
    “By the Gods!” groaned Bram. “I won’t
last long. The little bitch’s choking me.”
    I gagged on Matheus ,
his phallus driving deep with each thrust. I sucked the tip, making wet, sloppy
sounds, while saliva dribbled down the shaft. The muscles in my vagina pulsed
and tightened with each pull. This in turn, flung me towards the erotic finish
line, as I shuddered, moaning, while my body convulsed with pleasure.
    “That’s it, you little whore,”
murmured Bram. “That’s it. Feel my seed!” He stiffened, spraying my womb with
heated semen that began to seep out of my orifice, running down my inner
thighs.
    Not to be outdone, Matheus pulled himself from my mouth, as his tip erupted,
the whitish fluid shooting into the air in measured pulses. “ Accchhh …!” He flung his head back, pleasure and pain etched
into his features. If the tent had smelled of sex before, it was even more so
now. The musky aroma lingered with hints of perspiration from men who had exhausted
themselves satisfying their lust. We collapsed to the pelt and slept for a
while, in a jumble of arms and legs.

Chapter Six

 
 
    Upon waking, I washed myself with
freezing water, as did Matheus . He dressed in black
garments, the black mink cloak wrapped around him and a sword at his side. He
looked entirely too handsome with tufts of thick, nearly black hair and a pale
complexion. I wore my dresses, but they would require a needle and thread
because portions had been torn, by eager, lusty hands.
    There was something in Matheus’s look, his slightly unhappy features,
that gave away his displeasure at the prospect of leaving. He stared at
me, his expression unreadable, yet serious. I played with my hair, running a wooden
comb through the tangled strands, and gazed at the fire, wondering why I also
dreaded his departure.
    “Do you think you’ll return?”
    “I’m a merchant by trade. I’ve
brought back oil and leather from Italy. It’s likely, but by that time, the
Vikings will be long gone.”
    “And your home is Denmark?”
    “Yes, Roskilde. What will you do
here?”
    “What I always do. Live in my little
house on the cliff. Maybe I’ll leave and find my mother.”
    “What about a husband?”
    “In this village?” I laughed, the
bitterness evident in my voice. “No one will marry a witch.”
    Bram had returned, the smell of sea
air lingering in his cloak. “It’s done then. Your ship’s ready.”
    “Good.”
    The men embraced. “Now that half my
debts are cleared, I can breathe easier. I’ll manage the rest when I return.”
    “I’m sure you will.”
    “Come say farewell to your Danish
lover, Lora. Let’s see him off.”
    I wrapped the cloak around my
shoulders, stepping into leather slippers. “Fine.” Fresh air would do me good.
    We wandered to the dock, where a
contingent of Viking ships had amassed, moored securely, their sails furled.
The port bustled with the invaders loading looted items from my people and the
nearby churches. It was disheartening to watch, and I felt sympathy for those
who had suffered, but I had never been one of them. I was always a stone’s
throw away, literally. I couldn’t count the times I had been pummeled with objects
that villagers had flung at me. There was a scar on my forehead, above my left
eye, from a rock, although it had faded considerably.
    I wrapped the rough wool of my cloak
around me, shivering in the cold, the moisture in the air seeping into my
bones. Matheus’s ship was different from the dragon
Viking ships. It was shorter and fatter, built for cargo rather than warriors.
It was dependent on sail power rather than oars. I would remain with Bram, I
supposed, and more than likely fall pregnant. I knew which herbs to brew to
expel the unwanted condition, but I was loath to have to do it. I had