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Obediently, she wraps her tongue around me and eases back, licking and sucking me clean as she does.
When she pops off, I want to marry her.
I want to be trapped in here for a hell of a lot longer than an hour with her.
I want her naked and wrapped in my fur.
I want her forced to be in my presence, wrapped in my arms after a good fuck.
I want to know what she sounds like when she comes, and I desperately want to fuck that pussy I only got a little taste of.
There’s not a shot in hell tonight can be my only taste of her.
She stays kneeling like an angel, but because she does, she frowns at the straw that makes up most of this Viking bed.
Then she reaches toward it and draws out a seax—a traditional Viking fighting knife hidden between the haystacks.
Like the other weapons in the escape room, it’s just a prop.
Still, I watch her curiously to see if she might try to maim me with it.
She doesn’t.
She looks it over, then stands, dropping my fur from her shoulders.
She’s completely naked now, and I very much enjoy the sight. I expect her to be bashful, but she must be too focused on getting away from me because she doesn’t even seem to notice her nudity. All she can focus on is finding where she’s supposed to stab this knife in to unlock the door.
She’s right, of course.
That’s the last puzzle.
She walks around the room, looking for its perfect sheath as I pull my clothes back on. Finally, she gets to a little wooden pumpkin on a table in the corner. She removes its lid, and sure enough, there’s a slot. She turns the knife and starts to push in the blade.
“You might want to get dressed before you do that,” I advise her.
Her gaze snaps back to me, eyes wide. “Is this it? This is the way out?”
I nod wordlessly.
Her face lights up with relief and victory. She puts the seax down and rushes over to gather her clothes and pull them back on.
Her braids are messy from me manhandling them so much. Her lips are swollen from sucking my cock, and her jean shorts won’t button since I sliced it off.
I grab my sword and replace it in its scabbard at my hip.
“So about that dinner…”
She scoffs, smashing the blade down into the pumpkin. “Yeah, right.”
“We could do a movie instead.”
The lock disengages, and the door opens.
Her whole body floods with relief, then she looks back at me. “I never plan to see you again. Ever.”
“I see.”
She nods, then pushes the door open.
