The Stolen Valkyrie: Broken Bonds (Part One) (Fantasy Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Book: The Stolen Valkyrie: Broken Bonds (Part One) (Fantasy Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free PDF
Author: Ana Meadows
dawned. Scowling, she slapped the dirt and, for the sake of the clan’s ears, breathed at the winking stars, “May the Gods and Goddesses be with me.”
The heavens remained coldly silent. Asta lay in the dirt, waiting and listening for tribal noise above the crackling fire. When nothing was heard except for the snapping flames, she rose from the dirt and headed toward the stream.
Her cache of weapons was not her only secret. Kneeling by the trickling water, she quickly cleaned herself while picking an herb that would ensure no future leaders grew within her womb. It was not that she did not want to produce another leader; Asta simply was not ready to submit to motherhood.
For the first time, she plucked more of the potentially poisonous plant than necessary and shoved the leaves in her mouth to chew. Spitting them out in her palm, she tucked the pulp inside her and rinsed her mouth. A familiar nagging voice rolled through her mind.
Make sure ye remove all of the pulp or the next heat encountered will be your funeral pyre.
Grunting, her stomach muscles quivered as she strained to push the pulp from her birthing canal and into her palm. She tossed the slickened leaves into the water and, fearing Johan would discover her betrayal, glanced around before quickly rinsing her hand.
Upon returning, she found him fast asleep. Sinking down next to him, Asta looked fondly at his peaceful form. She drew a finger over his marking, darker than his suntanned chest, and lowered her gaze to his limp cock. Temptation almost made her lick him back to life but she knew the forbidden act would throw him into a rage. The seed of a phoenix would never be wasted upon the lips of a Grand Mistress. Only lesser ones were graced in that fashion and only if her Master willed it.
As if he knew her thoughts were on him, Johan mumbled her name in his sleep. Slinging a heavy arm across her, he pulled her to him. She nuzzled into him and breathed, “I bid ye a good sleep, my Master.”
Slipping into a restless state herself, Asta’s dreams were filled with clanswomen pleasing him. Moaning in her sleep, she was finally allowed to kneel before him and open her mouth. Directly before his bulbous head touched her tongue, she awoke from Tani shaking her shoulder. Weakly pushing at her friend, Asta sat up and moaned, “Ahhh…no! I almost had him.”
Thinking her friend was enjoying a dream about hunting, Tani said, “Mistress, today ye will hunt again.”
Shaking her head, Asta shoved the dream from her mind but exhaustion lingered. She moaned, “What tires me so?”
Tani turned away but not before Asta saw the slight smile and blush spread over her friend’s face. She grabbed Tani’s arm. The girl sobered immediately, fearing her Mistress was angry about the night before. Aware of the clan’s roles more than Tani, Asta ignored Tani’s anxiety and asked, “Who witnessed my Grand Master Johan’s finish?”
Tani’s blush deepened, “If the Gods of Jihn will it, Clan Zajihn awaits a young leader.”
Asta groaned as she fell backwards on the furs. She suspected the entire clan would never let her out of their sight now. Johan ducked inside the hut, not allowing further contemplation. Tani looked right and left, wondering where to go, until Asta told her, “Master Johan has graced ye, Tani, with his touch. Ye are most welcomed in our home from this time forward.”
Johan ignored Tani but told Asta, “Grand Mistress, ye must rise now. A four-day journey awaits ye.”
Trying to shake the dregs of sleep from her mind, Asta moaned, “What do ye speak of, Master Johan?”
Her gaze rose to his, finding a hard expression on his face, “I have received word that there is trouble in Western Shire. This is the perfect opportunity since ye need time away from Clan Zajihn. Rest assured, ye will have two companions.”
He motioned for her to rise and threw a traveling garment
The heavens remained coldly silent. Asta lay in the dirt, waiting and listening for tribal noise above the crackling fire. When nothing was heard except for the snapping flames, she rose from the dirt and headed toward the stream.
Her cache of weapons was not her only secret. Kneeling by the trickling water, she quickly cleaned herself while picking an herb that would ensure no future leaders grew within her womb. It was not that she did not want to produce another leader; Asta simply was not ready to submit to motherhood.
For the first time, she plucked more of the potentially poisonous plant than necessary and shoved the leaves in her mouth to chew. Spitting them out in her palm, she tucked the pulp inside her and rinsed her mouth. A familiar nagging voice rolled through her mind.
Make sure ye remove all of the pulp or the next heat encountered will be your funeral pyre.
Grunting, her stomach muscles quivered as she strained to push the pulp from her birthing canal and into her palm. She tossed the slickened leaves into the water and, fearing Johan would discover her betrayal, glanced around before quickly rinsing her hand.
Upon returning, she found him fast asleep. Sinking down next to him, Asta looked fondly at his peaceful form. She drew a finger over his marking, darker than his suntanned chest, and lowered her gaze to his limp cock. Temptation almost made her lick him back to life but she knew the forbidden act would throw him into a rage. The seed of a phoenix would never be wasted upon the lips of a Grand Mistress. Only lesser ones were graced in that fashion and only if her Master willed it.
As if he knew her thoughts were on him, Johan mumbled her name in his sleep. Slinging a heavy arm across her, he pulled her to him. She nuzzled into him and breathed, “I bid ye a good sleep, my Master.”
Slipping into a restless state herself, Asta’s dreams were filled with clanswomen pleasing him. Moaning in her sleep, she was finally allowed to kneel before him and open her mouth. Directly before his bulbous head touched her tongue, she awoke from Tani shaking her shoulder. Weakly pushing at her friend, Asta sat up and moaned, “Ahhh…no! I almost had him.”
Thinking her friend was enjoying a dream about hunting, Tani said, “Mistress, today ye will hunt again.”
Shaking her head, Asta shoved the dream from her mind but exhaustion lingered. She moaned, “What tires me so?”
Tani turned away but not before Asta saw the slight smile and blush spread over her friend’s face. She grabbed Tani’s arm. The girl sobered immediately, fearing her Mistress was angry about the night before. Aware of the clan’s roles more than Tani, Asta ignored Tani’s anxiety and asked, “Who witnessed my Grand Master Johan’s finish?”
Tani’s blush deepened, “If the Gods of Jihn will it, Clan Zajihn awaits a young leader.”
Asta groaned as she fell backwards on the furs. She suspected the entire clan would never let her out of their sight now. Johan ducked inside the hut, not allowing further contemplation. Tani looked right and left, wondering where to go, until Asta told her, “Master Johan has graced ye, Tani, with his touch. Ye are most welcomed in our home from this time forward.”
Johan ignored Tani but told Asta, “Grand Mistress, ye must rise now. A four-day journey awaits ye.”
Trying to shake the dregs of sleep from her mind, Asta moaned, “What do ye speak of, Master Johan?”
Her gaze rose to his, finding a hard expression on his face, “I have received word that there is trouble in Western Shire. This is the perfect opportunity since ye need time away from Clan Zajihn. Rest assured, ye will have two companions.”
He motioned for her to rise and threw a traveling garment
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