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When one of the miscreants turned to look over his shoulder as he shuffled off, Kai gave him his best berserker glare, baring his canines in a rabid snarl. As intended, the man quickly ducked back around and limped away with all due haste.
Before Kai could answer the man whose family and livelihood he’d inadvertently saved, Ere spoke up first.
“We were only happy to help,” the black-haired man said as smoothly as his swollen lip and bruised face would allow.
“If it’s not too troublesome, we would be obliged to partake of whatever food and drink you could share, and…”
He glanced up at the darkening skies.
“…a place to sleep for the night. I fear my friends and I are dreadfully weary from our travels.”
The farmer nodded eagerly as Ere spoke. He never mentioned the strange event of three men appearing suddenly in the middle of an attack on his home.
Kai was used to this sort of unquestioning acceptance. It was the way of all of his missions. No matter where or when he was “sent down” to, for the beings of that time and place, it was as if he had always been there.
“Of course, good sir,” the farmer agreed. “My woman cooks a hearty stew and brews the best mead in these parts. Even better than the Jarl’s, if I do say so myself. You are in for a treat.”
He ushered them into his longhouse as he spoke, until Kai, Ere and Sorin stood, surrounded by the farmer’s family and slaves, in a large, long room with a fireplace in the middle and plank beds lined up along the sides. At the far end of the structure, separated by a makeshift gate, Kai could make out parts of a cow, a goat, a couple pigs, and two horses. He could hear the clucking of hens, the honks of geese, though he didn’t see them.
Ere scrunched his nose at the overpowering smell, but Kai merely shrugged internally. He’d been plopped into much more adverse conditions. He trusted that his nose would soon make the adjustment to his surroundings.
Besides, he thought as he scratched his left armpit, he probably didn’t smell so sweet himself. Though the fight wasn’t enough to make him sweat, it didn’t take much to increase his natural scent, what with all the hair his human form sported in inconvenient places.
Speaking of which…he was feeling just plain lusty now that the bloodlust had waned.
He scanned the humans who surrounded them from the sidelines, keeping a good distance away, while eyeing their group (mostly him) with curiosity, self-preserving fear, and awe.
There were three females who stood close behind and beside the farmer. One older, two young, each with reddened cheeks and comely eyes. The young ones looked at him with some trepidation, likely due to his size and the ferocity they witnessed earlier.
But there was interest too. He never had trouble drawing females’ attention like moths to flame.
The mother glanced between her daughters and Kai and frowned, clearly disapproving. She nudged her husband, and he broke from whatever he was saying to Ere and Sorin to pay attention.
His brow wrinkled with a mix of concern and opportunistic delight.
He said plainly to Kai, “You are welcome to my daughters if they welcome you, warrior. But if you take them to bed, then you must take them to wed.”
Ere made a strange choking sound at that, interjecting, “Bothof your daughters?”
The farmer looked at him quizzically, as if Ere was slow on the uptake.
“Aye, of course. The warrior is surely strong enough to afford and take care of two wives.”
He looked back at Kai.
“How many wives do you already have, my lord? And concubines? I would ensure that my daughters are allotted fair share.”
Kai grunted and turned away, pretending to be absorbed with the wooden benches stacked along the walls, the dried food hanging from hooks and sparse accessories scattered around the hall.
The moment the word “wed” came into the conversation, he’d lost any and all interest. He only indulged in uncomplicated, mutually-satisfying and non-attachment-forming fucking.
Though his cock throbbed insistently with battled-induced arousal within the confines of his tied, wool trousers, tenting it noticeably, he had no issues ignoring the unpleasant ache in his engorged stalk and the soreness in his heavy stones.
His gaze landed on a female slave. She wasn’t what his human eyes considered “attractive” per se, with her rough, wiry hair, dirt-streaked face, thin figure, and flat chest. In fact, she was thin everywhere, including the almost nonexistent line of her mouth.
Still, she was female, and she would do in a pinch. A slave shouldn’t come with the same baggage as the farmer’s daughters. So, Kai gaged her expression for willingness.
The woman had one well-rounded attribute—her bulging eyes. As they darted to the tent in Kai’s pants, arrested there for a few long moments, then flew back to his eyes, her own practically quivered with terror.
