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appetites of the head warrior. Everyone in the Inn was. The surrounding countryside as well most likely. He was loud enough in his taking of her!
                  "It will pass."
                  "I swear Willa, I never could have imagined the creativity of the man!"
                  Willa chuckled. Kendra had told her how Grayson had taken her in ways that made her head spin. He'd had her up against the wall, taken her from behind, and once with her on top while he moved her like a rag doll.
                  He'd also brought her to the heights of ecstasy each time.
                  She shook her head, finally understanding what the fuss was about. But enough was enough. She had work to do and must be on her way.
                  "Are you sure Kendra? You seem fond of the man, for all his gruffness."
                  "I am sure. If I stay another day he will never let me go. I value my independence too much!"
                  Willa nodded.
                  "Alright Kendra. Tonight, while he sleeps you must leave."
                  "But I am afraid that he will harm you Willa!"
                  Willa shook her head.
                  "His bark is far worse than his bite. Just look how he dotes on you."
                  Kendra snorted. Doting was not the right word. Devouring was more like it.
                  Just then his loud bellow could be heard throughout the Inn.
                  "I have need of you woman!"
     
     
     
     
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                  Grayson was enjoying his woman again, the snug fit of her womanhood wrapped around his shaft sending him to Valhalla and back. He groaned as he plunged into her depths again and again.
                  "Sweet Odin!"
                  She shuddered beneath him as he brought her to completion. He grinned down at her smugly while she tossed and turned on the bed, making those sweet womanly cries he had come to treasure.
                  He grunted as his shaft twitched inside her, letting loose a heavy stream of his seed. With each mating, his hunger for her only seemed to grow. He had many things he wanted to try with his new woman- and try again!
                  With a groan he lifted himself from her, pulling his cock from her still quivering sheath. What a woman she was! And she was his!
                  He kissed her and pulled her against him. He would have her again soon. But not before he rested a spell. Rutting took the life from a man! But it was worth it.
                  By Odin, it was!
                  Grayson's lids grew heavy, sending him to a blissful slumber in moments.
                  He awoke with a start, sensing that something was amiss. The room was dark, the afternoon sun having set long ago. He must have slept through the evening meal. He frowned, seeing that Kendra was not in the room.
                  He rose and dressed, deciding not to bellow for her to attend him. He knew it offended her tender sensibilities. That made him think of her other tender parts… he decided to have her again before eating. Food could wait, the rising shaft in his hose could not.
                  When he went downstairs he found several drunk Vikings but no Kendra. He checked the hot springs and the chamber that the Innkeeper and his wife had taken.
                  No one had seen the Healer.
                  A cold feeling was settling in the pit of his stomach.
                  He ran outside to the stables and saw that her donkey was gone.
                  She'd run from him. The woman had actually defied him. And after all the pleasure he had given her!
                  She belonged to him by