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After that, it was no use fighting their touches. Instead of a dress, the warriors draped the cloak over my shoulders and I wore it around the camp as they roasted more meat.
From time to time, Arne or Erik would tug me close and draw open the fur covering to gaze on my naked flesh. Their looks heated me further until I was leaning into them, almost begging them to touch me.
When night fell, Erik sat me on his lap and fed me by hand. I licked his fingers while Arne gazed at us across the fire, drinking mead.
‘Go to him,” Erik ordered. I rose and he tugged at the robe. “Naked.”
Drunk on their pleasure and mine, I let it fall and walked slowly to the warrior, moving my hips seductively. Firelight licked at my bare flesh, molding it with gilt and shadow.
When I stood in front of him,
