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Chapter 7-4-1
That night, the men never stopped touching me, and barely let me stand on my own. While Maddox roasted meat, Ragnvald held me on his lap and gave me sips from the horn he held. The drink tasted rich and heady, and I soon grew giddy. When the food was done, Maddox fed me choice scraps and made me lick his fingers. I wrapped my tongue around each digit, giggling at the game. As the moon grew high, I lay on a pelt between them. Maddox rubbed my feet and Ragnvald stroked my hair as they sat and told stories of their past. The wind blew up some sparks and I lifted my hand as if I could catch them. Ragnvald smiled down at me. “So Sabine, how do you like being a Berserkers’ consort?” The men’s touch already sent flames licking between my legs. My voice came breathy and eager. “I am content.”
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