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  Her cries were muffled by the cock stuffing her mouth, but she kept coming as the sensations of being stretched and filled, by these hot, hard, satiny shafts caused spirals of mind-numbing pleasure to spin through her as the pumping got faster and faster.

  "Oh yeah!” Joren growled, his hands tightening on Morgen's breasts as he thrust against her as hard as he could. He worked his hips against Morgen's while she slurped his brother above him. “Ooooh yeah!” Morgen squirmed, her hips bouncing between him and Sven as she came, Sven pushing hard against her and grunting above her.

  Karl came first, with a loud cry and filled her mouth with his come. Morgen swallowed and sucked on him as he continued to pulse and spasm in her mouth. She sucked harder, milking him of every last drop until he gasped and pushed her away. She licked her lips, shuddering as she felt Joren's hands squeeze her breasts painfully tight and his body went rigid beneath her. With a roar, the barbarian exploded inside her and Morgen screamed as he came, coming as well. Then Sven came, his own orgasm brought on by Morgen's. He growled and slapped her ass hard, one hand grabbing her hair and yanking it, causing her to scream and come again as he finished filling her up with his own thick cream.

  Morgen whimpered in shudders of pleasurable pain until he was done and released her hair. Then she collapsed atop Joren.

  Joren looked up at the group of men watching them. He smiled a crooked grin and said. “The lady's done for now."

  A couple of the seedier looking roughs in the group looked as though they might have planned to argue the point. When Karl nonchalantly fastened his massive swordbelt around his waist and rested one large hand atop the huge steel pommel, grinning at them, they seemed to think better of it.

  The crowd dispersed quickly after that, and the innkeeper brought Morgen's clothes over to the barbarians.

  "You know,” he said warmly as he watched her dress, “You can stay here anytime you want, Miss Brantley. Free of charge."

  Joren chuckled. “She'll stay with us this eve, I think, Lars. Only way to make sure she's safe.” He winked. Lars, the innkeeper nodded with a grin.

  "You'll find your money's all safe.” he added, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “I checked to make sure."

  Morgen smiled at him. “Thanks,” she said softly.

  Lars grinned. “Any time."

  As he walked back to the bar, Joren wrapped an arm about Morgen's shoulders. “I'm Joren. This is Karl, my brother and Sven, my best mate. Thor's our patron and you'll be safe with us."

  Morgen smiled and leaned against Joren. “Thanks. I think I'll take you up on that."

  Joren picked her up and carried her out, followed by Karl and Sven.

  * * * *

  Needless to say, Morgen didn't leave the next day for the Torr—or the next week. She stayed with Joren, Sven and Karl, for a good part of the next month. She entertained not only them, but Lars and several more of the inn's patrons.

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  PART FIVE

  RETURN TO THE TORR

  The ruined tower was empty. As thunder grumbled ominously outside, Morgen crept into the deserted ruin, hoping to see some sign that Karayan and the others might still be there, exploring. No sign of the group or Varik Thayer's servants remained. Just wreckage from what apparently had been some kind of battle in the forechamber. Perhaps they'd found Thayer after all and had to fight him or his minions before they left.

  She found her way to the opulent bedchamber she and Sorin had discovered, with the intention of finding any remaining treasure and taking it in place of the pay and share she'd been divested of when Ragnar her expelled from the company. It seemed untouched from the last time she'd been there. Even the small silver box that had contained the garnets she'd loved was still lying on its open lid, on the floor near the foot of the bed.

  She picked it up carefully, closed it and placed it gently in her belt-pouch.

  Another loud peal of thunder shook the building and Morgen went to the window, pushing aside the heavy velvet curtains to look out. Lightning danced across the black sky and a sudden lash of rain slammed against the window, making her jump back in alarm. Another flash of lightning ripped the air, not far from the stone tower, and Morgen stumbled further back, the curtains falling against the window as she did.

  Catching her breath, she turned to regard the dim, stuffy room.

  She found a candelabra on a table and lit the candles with a softly spoken spell. As the warmth of the light spread through the chamber, she looked around. A glint of gold atop a tall mahogany bureau caught her attention and she reached up, standing on her toes, to grab a small but heavy gold casket. With a delighted smile, she sat on the edge of the bed and opened it up.

  Her breath caught. The box was full to the rim with expensive, exquisitely cut gemstones. “Oh, my...” she whispered, digging her fingers into the glittering stash, “This makes up for everything they took from me."

  "Intent on stealing the rest of my treasure?” a quiet voice purred.

  Morgen stiffened and looked up, quickly glancing around the chamber. “Who are you?"

  "I'm surprised you don't know, Morgen."

  She closed the lid of the casket. It latched with a soft ‘click'. “Varik Thayer?"

  "Of course."

  Setting the box on the table beside the bed, she stood up slowly, her hand going to rest lightly on the hilt of her rapier. She continued to look warily around the chamber for the sorcerer, who was still nowhere to be seen. Slowly, she made her way across the room to the chamber door.

  "The door is locked."

  Morgen tried the handle. He was right. She turned to the empty room, nervous, frustrated and a little frightened. “You ought to know, Ragnar fired me. Keeping me won't get you anything. Nobody is going to pay to have me returned."

  "Your old Guildmaster will, I'd bet.” Thayer said conversationally. “And I already know about Ragnar. I could care less about him."

  Morgen leaned back against the door heavily. “Then what is it you want?"

  "Not much.” Thayer said, “Just you."

  Morgen frowned. “Me? Why?"

  The candles guttered, throwing flickering shadows across the room. Morgen shivered, even though it was warm. The spicy air was thick and still. She looked around again, feeling distinctly tense.

  "Several reasons. Perhaps I will tell you eventually."

  The tone of his voice had changed. It was softer and seemed closer than it had been before.

  She looked around, staring hard into the motes of blackness that were encroaching upon the feeble golden light of the candles.

  "Varik?” she asked, “Where are you?"

  A flame leapt out of the darkness, a candle on the mantle of the fireplace. Varik Thayer was leaning against it. He wore brocaded black robes over a crimson tunic and black pants. His face was sharp-featured and wicked, his jade-green eyes narrow and slightly slanted, his thin lips curving in a slight, insolent smile as he looked at her.

  Morgen stepped back involuntarily, into the door behind her.

  His smile widened a little and he approached, the ambient light finding wine-colored shadows in his black hair as he moved. Morgen found herself caught and held by his intense, silvery-green gaze. She swallowed involuntarily as he neared her, shivering slightly. She'd never been this close to him before and certainly never alone with him. He was taller than she realized and in this light and this close, he looked a lot more villainous.

  "I thought this place was deserted.” she said nervously.

  He smirked. “It is. Most of the time."

  "Then I don't understand why Ragnar thought this was your stronghold."

  Varik reached out to caress her cheek. She shivered at the touch and tried to back up, even though she was already against the door.

  "I like to toy with Ragnar.” Varik said. “This was simply a way to distract and annoy him. And,” he trailed his fingers over her throat and along her collarbone, lightly and slowly, “it was primari
ly a way to get closer to you. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist silver, gold and gemstones. Especially garnets.” He chuckled. “I made sure you'd find your way to this room. Although I didn't expect you to bring your little friend along."

  "Sorin,” Morgen breathed.

  Varik nodded. “If he hadn't been there, things would have worked out much differently.” His fingers trailed down over the soft rise of her exposed cleavage, to trace the collar of her blouse, unnervingly as he leaned closer to her. Morgen swallowed hard, back flat against the door, her breathing coming a little quicker.

  "What do you mean?"

  "I've been very interested in you for quite some time now, Morgen. We'd make an excellent team...” he slid a finger under the collar of her blouse, sliding it slowly along the smooth surface of her skin, but did not touch her in any other way. She stifled a moan and shivered. “I've made a point of finding out all I can about you. And of course, Karayan has helped quite a bit."

  "What happened to Karayan?” Morgen asked stiffly, trying very hard to keep her voice steady, despite her trembling.

  Varik trailed his fingers beneath the collar of her blouse, sliding them slowly, gently over the full swell of each breast, yet not touching her nipples or even pushing her blouse down at all. It was maddening. A warm, restless flush began to fill her and she felt herself twitching anxiously. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin cotton.

  "Do you really care about him?” he asked lazily.

  Morgen shifted uncomfortably and swallowed hard. Still, he continued to caress her, the sensation beginning to drive all coherent thought from her mind. She really shouldn't be letting him touch her like this. Varik was not a nice man, he was wicked and evil and even though he'd not gone any farther than simple, light, insanity-inducing caresses, Morgen knew she should stop him and demand he let her go. Ragnar would have a fit if he knew ... As for Karayan ... Morgen flushed slightly, another warmer sensation building inside her. She let Karayan play with her and she would have let him fuck her if they'd had the chance...

  "Yes...” she managed, her head falling back against the door as Varik's fingers slid a little further under her blouse, just brushing ever so lightly over the much more sensitive swell of her nipples.

  Varik chuckled softly. “How interesting. I'll keep that in mind,” he purred.

  Morgen moaned, thrusting her chest up, shifting again as she felt herself dribbling wetly against the tight leather chaffing her increasingly sensitive flesh and hardening clit.

  "You're a naughty little girl, you know.” Varik whispered, kissing her earlobe. “You like this too much. I'm thinking you'd like me to have my way with you, wouldn't you?"

  Morgen stiffened, twinges of fire stinging her clit and burning deep inside her. She gasped and turned her head to look at him. He wasn't handsome at all really. His features were too sharp and his eyes too narrow. His hair was a disturbing fiery black claret color. She didn't like mustaches and his spade beard made him look too demonic. When he smiled, she was forcibly reminded of pictures she'd seen of Loki when she was a child. She groaned softly.

  Varik laughed. “Your mind says ‘no', but your body betrays you.” he purred, scraping his fingernail over her painfully hard and distended nipples. Morgen hissed sharply, feeling the soft, swelling flesh between her legs twitch and spasm, getting wetter as he did so. “Don't worry, you'll enjoy every minute of this. I've been waiting a long time for it..."

  He slid his free arm around her waist and his lips came down on hers, lightly at first, caressing them, his tongue playing lightly over them. He kissed her softly, pressing her body against the door as the hand that had been trailing across her breasts moved to slide the neckline of her blouse down, slowly uncovering first one breast, then the other. His fingers smoothed over her full, rounded flesh, his touch firm, but gentle. She moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, sliding over her own tongue, teasing, massaging, sucking lightly.

  He savored her like a fine wine, tasting and enjoying with deliberate, tormenting slowness. Her body responded to his, spirals of intensely deep pleasure spinning slowly from deep within her. She began to pant, trembling harder as he continued his slow, deep kisses. His hands massaged and caressed her breasts, his nails scraping torturously across her nipples. She pressed against his body, her hips beginning to twitch against his. Morgen felt the hard length of his erection through the fine cloth of his robes. He pushed her against the door then moved his mouth to her breasts as she gasped sharply. His teeth scraped across one marble-hard, flushed nipple and Morgen screamed, coming suddenly in a burst of hot fire that shot through her body like an arc of lightning.

  He chuckled, licking each nipple before standing straight.

  "Very naughty indeed.” he purred as he swept her up into his arms and dropped her on his large, soft bed.

  Morgen tried to catch her breath, gasping as she looked up at him. “Varik...” she managed, “How ... ?"

  He smirked. “There's a reason the daughter of the High Priest of Tyr didn't want to be returned to her father.” He looked at her, his gaze settling on her exposed breasts.

  "Very pretty,” he said softly, leaning over to pull off her boots. He ran his hands over her legs, her thighs, to her hips. He slid a couple of fingers between her legs and chuckled again, softly. “And very wet."

  He tugged at the laces to her pants, and pushed his hand inside, sliding through her short silken curls and dipping into the swollen, flesh. Morgen stiffened, then let out a very long, low moan as he began to stroke her, a wet, sticky sound coming from her. Her hips began to squirm under him and he slid onto the bed beside her. “Mmmm ... you're getting wetter ... very nice...” He pushed a finger inside her and she shivered. With another wet ‘slurp’ he removed his hand and pulled her pants off. He slipped his wet fingers into her mouth. “Taste this, my dear,” he purred. “Be a good girl and lick my fingers clean, would you?"

  Morgen shivered again, obediently licking her juices from his long, slender fingers, sucking them as she felt his other hand brush her hair from her eyes. He groaned softly as she sucked, and pulled his fingers away. “Very good,” he said. “Now, let's get that blouse and tunic off.” She sat up as he loosened the laces on her bodice, pulling it off and taking her blouse with it. He leaned back on the pillows and gazed at her with a lazily amused grin. “Mmmm,” he murmured, “Very, very nice."

  She looked at him, lounging across the foot of the sable covered bed, a warm golden glow highlighting the smooth line of Morgen's naked body, lighting flames in her soft, ruby-red hair, making her sultry, half-lidded, silver-grey eyes glitter like stars. The full rounded curves of her voluptuous body trembled with each tremulous breath she drew. Her ample breasts were slightly swollen, the tips still hard and firm. The soft curve of her stomach gently sloped to the rounded fullness of her hips and well-formed legs. A light sprinkling of silky curls between her legs and the glistening redness of the soft folds of flesh invited him to take her and do as he pleased with her. She licked her lips, unconsciously. Her breath caught at the wicked glimmer in his silvery-green eyes and the devilish turn of his grin as he continued to look his fill.

  Morgen flushed pinkly.

  He chuckled, shrugging off his robe. “Even after all your experience, you still blush?” He unbuckled his boots.

  Morgen groaned. “It's the way you're looking at me,” she murmured. “I shouldn't let you—"

  He laughed. “But you will anyway.” He moved across the bed toward her. “Because you want me to."

  "Oh, no...” Morgen said as he leaned in toward her, “No, no, Varik ... I-I can't."

  He pushed her back down and kissed her. “You already have, my dear.” He nuzzled her neck and suckled her earlobe as she unbuttoned his shirt. “You will, because I am more attractive to you than all the other handsome, agreeable, nice men you've been with..."

  She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and nuzzled his neck, panting softly. “No,
Varik...” she whispered, “I can't do this ... you're wrong...” She sucked his earlobe into her mouth as he groaned in pleasure.

  He twisted a nipple between his fingers and she moaned. “No, Varik...” she managed, “Please ... you're wrong..."

  He lowered his head to suckle her breast, slipping his hand into the hot wetness between her legs. “If I am wrong,” he said, licking her as she squirmed, “Why are you so wet? And why are you enjoying this so much?"

  Morgen groaned as he sucked and licked her breasts, dipping his fingers into her pussy and swirling his thumb around her clit. She squirmed, digging her fingers into his hair. “Ooohhh ... yes...” she moaned softly, thrusting her hips against his fingers. “Ooohhh, Varik, yes ... please..."

  He chuckled. “That's more like it,” he murmured.

  He sat up suddenly, grabbed her and kissed her hard and viciously. She squealed in alarm. He snickered and threw her back down on the bed, then climbed atop her and sat on her hips as he pulled her arms over her head. Morgen gasped as she felt ropes being wrapped around her wrists and secured to the headboard of the huge, canopied bed. Varik leaned down, kissed her again, hard and possessively and climbed off her body.

  "Varik?” she gasped, “What are you doing?"

  He laughed wickedly. “You know what I'm doing, Morgen."

  Unfastening his pants, he pulled them off as she watched him, eyes wide. His cock was thick, the way she liked, and a deep burgundy color. It glistened wetly in the firelight and she felt a hot twitch inside as he turned toward her, on his knees on the bed. Again, she licked her lips, not aware how seductive she looked, her eyes fixed on his shaft, squirming a little, pulling against her bonds, her breath coming in shallow pants.

  He moved toward her and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back to stare at him. “You like it rough?” he purred, “You prefer the wicked, nasty villains to nice, gentle, safe heroes?"

  Morgen groaned. He knew her as well as he'd boasted. She squirmed, licking her dry lips again, feeling fresh juices leaking out of her as he spoke.