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“Admit it, Drifa, you enjoyed your first sexplay?”
“Of course I did. Damn the Norns of Fate who made it be with you.”
“Be careful when maligning the goddesses. They may just destine you to repeat the act, over and over and over.”
If he meant to imply that would be a punishment, he was in for a bigger surprise than she planned. Time to show you, Varangian troll, just which woman you are with at the moment. I will not be your sex puppet. “So, this exploring business ... does it go both ways? Does the woman get to explore, too?”
Sidroc stiffened and turned further to stare at her. “Are you suggesting ... ?”
She shrugged. Let’s see how you like having a woman pull your erotic strings. “I might have a yen to go exploring myself.”
“A yen?” he choked out.
’Twas a good sign that she could make him choke, Drifa believed. “Yea. The only problem I have is that I have no expertise with steering a longship over the seas. Methinks I would have to explore mountains. Aha! What do I see here? A forest.” She ran her fingertip over the silky chestnut-colored hairs on his chest, same color as on his head. She ran her fingers through the curls and was gratified to hear his sharp inhale.
She had to admit, he was a fine specimen of a man, even for a Viking. He was long, and lean and well-muscled, with a smile that the jester god Loki must have graced him with to beguile women.
“Drifa,” he cautioned with that damn beguiling smile. “Be careful when putting your head in the lion’s mouth.”
“Betimes lions are just big cats, you know.”
“Do not underestimate me.”
I already did. Otherwise I would not find myself in your bed with my woman-dew weeping for another bout of sexplay. “Would I do that?” she inquired sweetly, glancing meaningfully to his manpart that was already rising again. Fool thing! Tempting fool thing, she immediately amended.
“Lie still and let me explore,” she ordered.
“Whate’er you say, m’lady.”
After that she spoke to him in her most sexual voice, if in fact she had one. Her discovery of a gully in her travels, midway between his waist and his thighs. The two immense boulders covered with moss through which emerged a tree, its trunk straight and true. The thick veins that protruded were its bark and the bulging top was a mushroom, she declared, the kind that sometimes emerged out of tree trunks.
By that time, Sidroc was laughing and enjoying her attention immensely if the size of his “tree” was any indication.
“Methinks your exploration on this mountain is getting too tiring for you,” he said finally. “You need a horse to ride.” With those words, he lifted her so that she straddled his hips. He put his fingertips to her cleft and declared in a raw voice of wonder, “You are wet for me Drifa.”
“ ’Tis just your leftover seed, no doubt.” Her heated face had to be flaming.
“Nay, your fjord overflows to ease my longboat’s passage.”
“Enough with your fjord longboat nonsense!”
“It means you are ready for me. Come, Drifa, take my longboat ... uh, thirsty tree in hand and guide it inside your body where it may be quenched. That’s the way, dearling, lower yourself slowly.”
Longboat, tree, staff of torture, it was all the same to her. If anyone had told her hours ago that she would do such a thing and sigh with the bliss of being filled by the lout, she would have laughed. Now she could scarce breathe.
With hands on her hips, he guided her. “It really is like riding a horse, isn’t it?”
He grinned.
If there was anything more tantalizing than his smile, it was his grin.
“How are you at galloping?”
Are we having fun yet? ...
Sidroc sat on a shallow ledge of the bathing pool across from Drifa, who had her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. As if she could escape his attentions so easily!
It was a small pool; he could touch her with his toes if he stretched out his legs. The pool was filled with warm or cold water, or emptied, with the mere flick of a lever. Right now the water was slightly warm and soothing to the overused muscles. And he had overused some of Drifa’s muscles, for a certainty.
