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arms, flipped him onto his ass and took off on terrified feet through

the thick vegetation.

Valerie searched and searched for the opening into her own

world. Tears streamed down her face. What was she to do? She

knew Hott was close, but he kept his distance. She waved her arms

wildly back and forth through the heavy fog. There was nothing,

each time she looked back she could still see Hott. He stood

watching her. Her world was gone; the opening was no longer

there. She had made her choice. Valerie slumped to the ground.

She had worn herself out. It wasn‟t long before Hott came to kneel

before her. He wrapped his huge tree trunk arms around her and

rocked her.

Before long he stood her up. Her head barely reached his

shoulders. She lifted her woe-filled eyes up at him. He smiled

gently and, using his thumbs, he tenderly wiped at her tears. He

placed his arm around her and led her away. She had no idea where

he was taking her, but she had no choice. Hott was all she had.

* * * *

They walked silently along for some time. Valerie‟s teeth

were clacking together. She was both cold and afraid. Hott was

taking her somewhere; she refused to think he would parade her

nude around his village like some war prize. When they came to a

group of caves, Hott urged her within. The air smelt strange and

warm. Looking around she could see clear pools of steaming

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water. Valerie had never before seen hot springs, it was beautiful.

Hott removed his clothing and slipped into one of the pools. The

water was over his hips. Valerie stood unsurely for a moment, but

was feeling so chilled and the water looked so inviting. Hott lifted

his hands towards her with encouragement. He was hard to refuse

with his roguish smile.

Hott grinned wider with approval at her when she entered.

She stepped gingerly into the heavenly warm water. It rose higher

as she moved down, to cover her calves, her thighs, her waist. It

was under her breasts when she touched bottom. Hott pulled her

into his arms and kissed her forehead. He said something that she

took to mean an endearment, and she settled against him. He

cupped water within his hand and trailed it over her breasts and

shoulders, warming her. Her face rested against his wet chest.

“Hott?” she asked with trepidation. “Wolf?”

Hott smiled at her. He shook his head no and then repeated

the word Ulfr and then said something like a question. Valerie

wondered. She shook her head no and said his brother‟s name

trying her best to repeat the correct pronunciation. Hott sighed but

nodded. He cupped her chin in his hand.

“No Ulfr,” he said.

When he said something else, she didn‟t understand the

words, but she understood his meaning. He was willing to share

her with his brother, only if she were a willing participant.

Valerie settled against him with relief. He had promised to

protect her and he meant it. Besides, if she had to she would toss

Ulfr on his ass and remember to run.

Before long, Hott pulled himself out of the water. He

motioned her to stay put. Then he mimed he was going hunting.

Valerie grimaced, another thing she would have to get used to. No

more pretending t-bones and prime rib magically appeared in the

grocery stores already packed as if they were grown that way.

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When Hott walked from the cave she felt some apprehension.

She was alone. But it wasn‟t as if Hott could take some naked chick

hunting in the woods. Wouldn‟t that be a sight? That would give a

whole new meaning to the term “a real nature girl.” She settled

back to wait. Before long she could feel herself getting pruney. Her

fingers were wrinkled, and she climbed out of the pool slowly. She

settled her behind onto the cold stone ground, wishing she had

been at least allowed to take a blanket or jacket with her through

the mist.

It seemed as though hours passed. She alternately climbed into

the steamy water when cold and climbed out when wrinkled. Her

thoughts wore on her nerves. Where on earth was Hott? She was

starving and worried. What happened if he got hurt or killed, what

on earth would she do?

To her horror she heard a gruff voice from behind her. Her

eyes widened in fear. A bear of a man was grinning as he moved

stealthily towards her. His hair was to his shoulders and his blond

beard was thick and full. He was gigantic! Valerie wondered if

there was such a thing as a small Viking man. He licked his lips

when his eyes devoured her bare breasts. Valerie swallowed hard

and broke into a cold sweat. She rose unsteadily to her feet and

backed away with her hands splayed.

Remember to run, remember to run
… She found most men

considered her to be beautiful and weak because of her voluptuous

breasts but slim waist. They considered her curvy and fragile. She

had been told she had an angelic face with the look of an innocent,

delicate flower—boy were they wrong. This man, no doubt,

would be unprepared for an assault. When he came close enough,

Valerie smiled sweetly. He lunged for her. She grabbed his wrist

and sent him sailing, big ass first, into one of the pools. Then she

ran.

Out of the cave and pounding into the forest, she ran as fast as

she could. Small sticks and stones cut at her bare feet, but she

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didn‟t stop. She could hear the angry howls of the man running

after her. She turned briefly to see how close he was then slammed

into what felt like a brick wall. She was caught up into powerful

arms. Valerie kicked and screamed but was held too tightly. The

man who held her had shoulder-length dark-as-night straight hair

and deep brown eyes. He wasn‟t clean shaven, but had at least two

days growth of beard on his chin. He was as big as Hott. His chest

was bare, and he held a sword in one hand, her in the other.

Callously he flung Valerie to the ground when the other armed

man came closer; she curled herself into a tiny ball.

She remained unmoving but quivering in fear and cold. The

one man whom she had tossed onto his ass into the pool was

approaching angry and dripping wet. The younger dark-haired man

had his sword raised. The two exchanged heated words. To her

surprise she caught the word Hott and then Ulfr. She looked up at

the man standing before her. There was a resemblance to Hott.

“Ulfr?” she whispered.

The dark-haired man grinned down at her. He then shifted his

concentration to the other man and snapped a few words. Again

Hott was mentioned. Both men argued vehemently. Valerie

guessed running into the older man had been a coincidence, but

Hott must have sent his brother to her for some reason. She rose to

unsteady feet and hid behind Ulfr. More heated words were

exchanged then, to her horror, Ulfr pulled her out from behind

him. He said something to her, but she didn‟t understand.

Ulfr gripped her tightly to his chest when the other man

reached for her. Swords were raised. With her panic rising and

both men shouting, she cried out for Hott. Immediately both men

quieted. The older man narrowed his eyes onto her. Filled with

panic, she again cried out for Hott to come. Ulfr looked very

smug. The older man glared at her. He asked her something. She

caught the word Hott. She pointed at herself and said Hott‟s name.

She wanted him to know she belonged to another. The man threw

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back his head and howled loudly. Valerie jumped, at the god-awful

noise; a fine layer of goose bumps dotted her arms. She felt a large

hand placed onto her shoulder as Ulfr curled her tighter into his

broad chest. The older man then stormed off.

Ulfr turned her in his arms and held her by her shoulders. He

studied her naked form until she blushed all the way to her toes.

She went from fearful to angry. She stomped her foot and declared

she was Hott‟s. Ulfr just nodded and smiled. He released her after

he gave her a huge bear hug, lifting her from her feet.

He then grabbed up a hide pack of sorts and sifted through it.

He tossed her a garment which she donned eagerly. It was soft

leather, she slipped it over her head and it hung just under her

behind, barely. She had a sneaking suspicion part of it was missing.

Her eyes narrowed onto Ulfr. He just shrugged.

It was impossible for Valerie to know that most of the

woman‟s clothing had been sent with them to Valhalla when they

died. It had been a chore to just find this. Nevertheless Valerie was

grateful for something to cover her. Ulfr led her back to the

cavern. He sat her down on a rough piece of leather, also produced

from his pack. He then handed her a hard piece of what she

assumed to be some type of bread. It was a bit stale, but she was

hungry and she wolfed it down.

“Valkyrie,” Ulfr said.

“Valerie,” she corrected.

Ulfr nodded in understanding. He handed her a leather flask

and bid her to drink. She did and choked on a substance that wasn‟t

water. It was something obviously fermented. She was thirsty

though and downed a few large gulps. She handed the flask back to

him, but Ulfr urged her to drink more. The taste was sweet and

enjoyable and so she drank more. She realized soon it was a

mistake. She grew very lazy very soon after and her insides felt

warm and tingly. Obviously Viking booze was a lot more potent

than the stuff she was used to. That and the fact she had hardly

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eaten had her belly doing summersaults. This time when she

handed the flask back, Ulfr took it and drank some.

Valerie was still hungry. She asked him for more food. He

shook his head not understanding. She motioned to her mouth.

Ulfr said a word and she understood he wanted her to repeat it.

But had she asked for more food or said please, or was it the word

for mouth? She frowned. She took the flask from his grasp and held

it up. She pointed it at him. He cocked his head for a moment then

said a word. She repeated it, and waved the flask, and he nodded.

She then repeated the word he had used that she thought meant

food. Again he cocked his head as though thinking about it. Finally,

as if making a decision, he handed her some dried meat. She bit

hungrily into it. It was good! She ate two large pieces before her

belly stopped feeling like it was on a rollercoaster. She yawned

tiredly.

“Hott?” she asked.

Ulfr imitated a bow and arrow being used. Hott was hunting

and he had sent Ulfr to guard her no doubt. But would she need

guarding from him? He was watching her steadily with a somewhat

predatory gaze. Unconsciously her thighs and knees pressed tightly

together. She studied the man before her. He was dressed almost

identically as Hott. He was as handsome as his brother with a

uniquely different look. She could believe they were brothers, but

Ulfr‟s look was darker, with the same flattering chiseled features.

Whereas Hott looked like an archangel of God, Ulfr looked like a

demon demigod. She shivered, wondering if that were a good

thing…or a very bad thing. This was the man Hott wanted her to

have sex with.

Valerie felt the blush creep over her face just thinking about

this wild, massive, primitive brute behind her thrusting his huge

sex into her. She wondered if he would be gentle or if he would

like it rough. She could picture him with his hands on her waist,

holding her in place while his big cock slid inside her ass. She

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almost moaned aloud. Valerie put her hands to her face mortified.

What was she thinking? She couldn‟t do that…could she? It had to

be the alcohol talking.

She heard Ulfr laugh, and she just knew he was aware of what

she was thinking. She cleared her throat. Ulfr handed her the flask.

She knew she shouldn‟t, but she did. She was in an untamed,

ancient place, and she was beginning to feel wild and primal. Hott

didn‟t think there was anything wrong with sharing her with his

brother. A thought occurred to her. Ulfr hadn‟t allowed the other

man to touch her. They both could have held her down and taken

her, but instead he had chosen to protect her. If she allowed this

man to have her, she would be doubly protected.

Valerie gave her head a shake. She was trying to rationalize in

her mind why she should have sex with this man. He was hot and

growing sexier by the second while her mind flashed images of

heated sex scenes. And she admitted she was curious. Besides she

knew Hott wouldn‟t mind.

She swallowed more of the beverage. A cold sweat broke out

on her forehead. She was beginning to feel wet between her

clenched thighs. She was feeling woozy when Ulfr took the flask