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Ulfr pushed her back against the wall. She looked bewildered and more than a bit afraid, and her breathing was rapid. He tried to remain in control, but it was difficult when he already knew she hungered for his touch. He probed his fingers higher and felt her tight, exquisite heat beckon him.

She moved back and he pulled her close, she did it again and he smiled; she was all ready pumping against him. He moved ahead a little faster than last time, knowing it would be fine.

He knew how it would end—with her wanting him. He dragged her hand down and rubbed her fingers over the long length of him. He closed her fingers around his thickness. She looked frightened, but he knew she was realizing his long length 132

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would soon be pumping inside her; she would get used to it soon enough.

Ulfr settled her back against the rock and pinned her gently in place. He again kissed her, coaxing her with his tongue and lips. He said a few of the sweet words he knew she understood. Soon her hands were rubbing across his chest. His fingers stilled hers, as his penis searched her opening and he felt her barrier when his head probed her insides. She felt so warm and welcoming, he thrust his cock up into her hard and she screamed. He did it again and again, grinding against her in almost a punishing gesture, seeking the control he once had over her. She might think it her first time, but he'd had her before and he was reclaiming familiar territory. His finger slid into her tight ass and pumped. She slumped in his arms when he rapidly used his cock and fingers to take her. She felt just as taut and as good as before and he felt Odin was rewarding him with this gift of having her all over again.

She cried out small words and he grinned thinking them to be endearments in her tongue and for a second tried to remember if she had said them last time. He chuckled, thinking last time he was too preoccupied to have listened.

When he finished, he exited the pool, motioning her to stay.

When he unfolded the blanket for later, her sword spilled onto the ground and he looked at it curiously, he hadn't put it there.

A horrible thought entered into his mind as he looked at her weapon. If she had this she could return home, and leave him. He remembered her always asking to go home in the 133

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beginning. That was why they had ended up in the mist again. She just couldn't figure out where her home was, where she belonged. She didn't need it now, the sword, now that everything was set right. She wouldn't ever have to defend herself or feel the need to. But should he take her choice away? He didn't ever want to be without her, as she had become his entire world, and meant absolutely everything to him.

It only took him a moment to decide. Ulfr slammed the sword onto a huge rock and it cracked in half from his power.

He had destroyed it and he grinned in satisfaction. He tossed the shattered remains to the ground where it bounced against the dirt. Ulfr grabbed his leather pouch of grease. All would be well. He hadn't taken two steps before he stumbled for a second when something, an odd wave of rippling air, seemed to flow over him. Ulfr shook his head. He felt dizzy for just a moment, then recovered.

He returned to Vicki. She looked up at him warily; her one arm wrapped around herself, covering her breasts, from the chill in the air no doubt. Her breathing seemed strange, like he could see her expelled puffs of air in the coolness. Her eyes were damp, wet and dripping at their corners. The images were odd, like giant tears turned to tiny swords...and seemed surreal. She looked afraid now, but it wasn't possible, she wanted him—he knew he had seen the acceptance in her eyes just moments earlier. His heart pounded in his ears and he shook his head until it cleared. The feeling vanished as quickly as it occurred.

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She looked so beautiful with the steaming water lapping at her. He knew what waited for him in her depths. It felt like Valhalla between her thighs. He jumped back into the water eagerly and spun her around by her arms, and spread her legs with his huge hands, thrusting them apart. He rubbed the grease from his pouch onto his cock under the water and bent her forward forcefully. She shifted and squirmed, but he settled her—his arm went around her waist, gripping her wrist and pinning her other arm. His hand went over her mouth, and he pulled her tight against him to cushion her from the hard rock surface. He didn't bother to ask her if she wanted it this way—she had last time, this time would be no different.

He dispelled with the coaxing soothing words, the caresses.

The effort.

She wanted him and that's what mattered. He probed his cock against her bottom, toying with her while she still tried to squirm and wiggled her behind eagerly, and he grinned with her impatience—
just like last time.
She knew what he wanted. He found her opening and pushed his cock hard up into her sweet ass. He groaned in some disappointment when only half found its way inside and he remembered it was her first time, again.

He heard her muffled scream beneath him, she tensed and pulled against him; he wasn't worried; since she had done the same thing last time. He thrust harder than before, filling her completely, wanting her. He pumped brutally knowing she would get used to it. She whimpered and moaned and he smiled, thinking about the first time he had brought her here.

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happily. It was just like before. She only needed to get used to him. She slumped under him, accepting him like he knew she would and he pumped into her harder and harder, grinding against her.

Her screams had quieted to moans and she felt good beneath his hands when she held still in submission, wanting him. He was thrilled knowing how she felt; she had told him in their furs. She had said she couldn't believe how amazing he was. He stopped his pumping action, bit at her neck then soothed the hurt with his tongue while he remained buried within her, then removed himself and turned her in his arms.

Her eyes were closed, her mouth was panting in huge gulps of air. He pushed his cock into her vaginal heat and she screamed and then gasped. Her fingers dug into his chest with her wild abandon and he pulled her close, locking her against him. He gripped her silky black hair in his fist. His hand pulled her face into the crook of his neck. Her breath felt warm against him as she panted heavily with her desire. She was made for him, her body was a perfect fit to his. He pumped steadily within her while the water sloshed over the sides of the pool.

Her head slumped onto his chest when she twisted her face away from his throat and he bucked against her a few more times. He gripped her hair tighter and pulled her head back and he ravished her mouth. She tasted like honey. Her moist tongue welcomed his and he suckled from her. He gripped her tighter, never wanting to let her go. His emotion overpowered him and he felt a sob in his throat. He had her back; she was his. He would show her she was the most 136

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important person in his world because she was his entire world.

Odin, Odin, thank you for such a great gift.

He finally stopped kissing her, with his face buried into her neck, because she smelled so sweet. She was limp in his arms, spent after his lovemaking. He wrapped his arms around her and though he knew she didn't understand him yet, he told her he loved her. He loved her so much he couldn't bear to let her go and now she would stay with him always. This time he would take care of her and because he knew what she wanted during sex she wouldn't have to wait and be timid or shy. He pulled her out of the water and laid her down. He was anxious to start their life over.

They fell asleep curled up to the fire and each other. Ulfr wrapped his arm snugly around her and fell asleep feeling happy. When morning came he felt hard when his need was upon him and gripped her hair, then he pulled her to her knees before him. He pushed her down on him and he slid his cock into her mouth as he had done before. Her hands gripped his forearms and he rocked against her steadily until his seed exploded past her lips. He kept her still until she swallowed what he had given her. She looked up at him bewildered with sleep. He taught her how to get him hard again by licking and kissing him. He smiled down at her knowing she thought his taste was sweet.

Ulfr turned her in his arms when he felt rock-hard once more and put her on her hands and knees. He thrust deeply into her tight behind and she cried out. He saw her finders dig into the dirt beneath her and she pulled away. His hand 137

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tightened on her shoulder and hip and he slowly pulled her back. He loosened his grip and she rocked forward again. He tightened his grip and she moved back. He was very gentle and he loved hearing her sweet little intakes of air, like tiny joyous gasps of wonder. He removed himself before he came.

Quickly he grabbed at the cloth beside him, then frowned. It was dry. He remembered he hadn't bathed when he had awoken. Frustrated he tossed the cloth to the ground. Instead he hauled her to her feet and strode to the heated pool.

She struggled within his arms but he held her easily. "Be patient, my love," he crooned, knowing she was eager. The water splashed over them as he went deeper. Her chest was crushed against him when he thrust gently into her vaginal heat. He felt it best to get his seed planted within her.

He groaned with eagerness and pumped harder. She cried out loudly when his last few thrusts were hard, and he collapsed against her, pinning her. She squirmed under him and he lifted his weight, knowing he was heavy. She scrambled from the pool and bolted to her feet. Surprised, he grabbed her ankle, felling her. He pulled himself from the water. She was staring toward the cave entrance while panting heavily. He swore inwardly, knowing she had just realized it was morning.

Ulfr wasn't about to make any mistakes. He carried her to the blanket and lay her down forcefully. He ripped the blanket in strips and tied her wrists and ankles tightly while they remained in the cave. Her teeth were clacking together from cold. She whimpered and her eyes sought his, then she opened her mouth to say something. He gagged her. He 138

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didn't want to hear her say the word home. He then tucked the rest of the blanket lovingly around her, warming her, shielding her nakedness from everyone, protecting her. He soothed his hand down her soft cheek and said an endearment he thought she would understand.

Oh how he loved her!

He kissed her forehead and her cheek. He pulled her tightly to his chest and strode out of the cave for the village almost bursting with the happiness he felt. This time he held her crushed to his chest, instead of callously slung over his shoulder. No man at the village would be allowed to invade her beautiful body with their filthy hands.

Ulfr carried her a ways before he settled her down in the leather blanket she was wrapped in, on the forest floor. He was determined to change history. He hadn't taken her the same way back last time. Almost everything was happening just like it had before. If it kept up this way history would run its course. Ulfr knew he had to make a few drastic changes; they would be in her best interest and she would understand.

Keeping her tied, he pulled her hips up to his own and he thrust deeply within her. She whimpered and moaned so sweetly. He thrust gently into her, rocking forward and back.

She felt so tight, he thought to go slowly but he was so aroused, and she felt so familiar and good, he came hard and fast. Once more he bundled her up and carried her the rest of the way to his village and before the very few who stirred this early he held her high. Like he should have before. Declaring she was his captive and she would be mating with him and no other was to touch her. He glared at Falkor, who was alive 139

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now that time had reset and at Volundr the insolent pup, who stood looking interested.

Ulfr took her inside his hut, kicked the door closed and laid her across the wooden table, again changing history. Before he had taken her to his furs. She whimpered and squirmed.

He knew this excited her and his hand squeezed her ass. His hard cock was ready to explode with the thought of her heat and he moved between her legs and thrust up her vaginally.

He wanted to waste no time, he took her like a madman. He wouldn't wait for spring; he would coax her to join with him immediately. Before long she would be carrying his child and he would never hear her utter she wanted to go home again.

He thrust into her powerfully, repeatedly and was happy to hear her tiny whimpering sighs as he rammed against her. He roared his release when he came and he felt her shake beneath him. He knew his howl impressed her.

Ulfr filled a bowl with water from a pail within his hut.

Almost all had evaporated during his absence and it smelled stale, but no matter. He washed himself, like he had last time, and his body trembled in anticipation. But his movements were deliberate, teasing her. He could see her watching his actions. She looked as eager as she had before.

Her eyes were settled onto his generous cock.

He sauntered over to stand before her. He pulled her gag down around her throat. She said a pleading word before he uttered his demand and he thrust his cock past her lips. He remembered this was still new to her and he would be merciful, but she had nothing to fear. He pushed himself deeper into her mouth showing her what he wanted. Her 140