“Oh!” The stimulation tossed me over the edge, my body convulsing with the climax that tore through me. I grasped Leonard’s fur, gripping him while I shuddered. “Shit! Ooohhh…”
“Good,” rasped Pooky. He sounded winded and ragged. “Good!”
Then he stiffened, jetting his seed into my anal cavity. This also began to gush from me, wetting Leonard further. The smell of hot, dirty sex lingered, along with the aroma of wet fur.
I was now able to concentrate on Harry, sucking on the engorged end of his cock, as if he were a lollipop. He grimaced, his eyes flashing with pleasure. Pooky and Leonard were lodged within me; neither phallus had fully diminished. They seemed in no rush to pull free, and I wasn’t going to demand that they do so. I was trapped in their sensual web, a hostage to my beastly lovers.
“Gggrrooaaarrr…”
Harry pulled from my grasp, massaging himself. He pointed the end at my face, and, a second later, a stream of whitish fluid discharged. I had to close my eyes. He groaned, while my t-shirt became sodden with musky-smelling Sasquatch semen. I collapsed against Leonard, who held me closely.
His nose was in my neck. “You good, Porsche.”
“I’m so messy now.”
“Good, sticky Porsche.”
“Oh, Leonard.”
Pooky smacked my butt. “We go find hot water.” Harry grunted in agreement.
I glimpsed Leslie out of the corner of my eye. She had her hands on her hips. “Uh-oh.”
“Really? In the middle of the day? The boys could’ve seen you.”
The Bigfoots grinned sheepishly. As Leonard got to his feet, he held me to him, lifting me in his arms. “We find water.”
“All of you are already in hot water.”
“They’re just blowin’ off steam, Leslie.”
She glanced at Harry, giving him the evil eye. “Uh-huh.” He looked contrite. “What do you have to say for yourself, buddy?” He shifted his feet, appearing younger than his years. He’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to, but I doubted he would apologize.
Zelda appeared, holding a bucket. “You go clean up, boys. Then I need you to get more firewood.”
“Can you believe this? In the middle of the day!”
“Aw, hon. It’s to be expected. Don’t pay it no mind. You would’ve joined them, if you’d been around.”
Leslie glared at Harry. “You’ve got some explaining to do.” He stared at his feet, avoiding her angry expression.
Leonard held me close. “We go swim.”
“Yeah, let’s get outta here,” I giggled.
I was taken into the forest at astonishing speed. Leonard’s feet pounded the ground, as flashes of green flew near my face. From the sound of it, Pooky was behind us. Once we had reached the spring, Leonard put me down, and, as I began to wade into the water, two figures emerged from the forest.
Lendal and Bubba Jr. jumped into the water, creating an enormous splash. They swam to the other side, laughing and grunting.
I glanced at Leonard, and he winked. “We good, Porsche.”
“I think we are.”
“My day has suddenly improved.” His voice was heavily accented. He looked exhausted, yet his bleary eyes held a hint of surprised pleasure. Blood had dried on his chainmail, and there were remnants of blood on his face. He began to remove these encumbrances, shouting, “Gretter! Food!”
Then his gaze rested on me. “I think I know why you’re here.”
“The Abbots have reclaimed their manor. Where’s Lord Vapnfjord?”
“On a raid.”
“He’s been gone for days.”
His sleeved jerkin was spotted with blood. “We’re moving camps today. They’re reclaiming the village. We’re going to let them have it. There’s nothing left here anyway.”
Gretter returned with a tray of food. The smell of meat made my mouth water. “What about Finn?”
“It’s a bad sign that he’s not returned, Lora.” His look was stark. “He would’ve come back for you.
Or he’s gone on ahead without you.”
I refused to believe he had left me. “Do you think he’s dead?”
“I’ve heard nothing, but I’ll ask around.” He sat, crossing his legs before him. He spoke to Gretter in a language I could not understand. Then his attention was on me. “And here I thought you’d missed me. You mean this isn’t a social visit?”
“Ouf! Don’t flatter yourself, Viking.”
“Most English run from us, but not you.” He poured mead into a cup, handing it to me. “But you’ve grown fond of Norse cock, eh?”
“Must you be so boorish?”
He grasped a chicken leg, tearing meat from the bone with healthy-looking teeth. “It’s in our nature,” he mumbled with a full mouth.
“What will I do now?” I stared at the fire, seeing flames of orange and yellow. “There’s nothing left for me here.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’ve come.”
“Why?”
“You can accompany me to the new camp. Lord Vapnfjord will bring his men there, if he hasn’t met with some foul end.”
This was clearly the best option. “Is it safe?”
“You mean will you be raped by a contingent of warriors?” He grinned with a mouthful of food.
My expression was sour. “I’m trying to avoid that fate.”
He handed me a chunk of bread. “Eat, woman. I’ll not bed a corpse.”
I gasped. “I won’t be sharing your bed, heathen.”
He gulped down a cupful of mead, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “The nights are cold on the road. We’ll have to keep each other warm.” There was a teasing glimmer in his eye.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not yours anymore. I belong to Finn.”
He was about to disagree with me when the tent opened, revealing two men I had never seen before. They spoke briskly in Old Norse, and their discourse sounded urgent. Bram glanced at me. “Be quick. Eat. We leave within ten minutes.”