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giant had come to care for her. The truth was, she was coming to care for him too.
                  Nay, more than care.
                  Love.
                  That didn't change the fact that she felt like a cow or a goat, kept only for milking!
                  Only she was the one who was milking him!
                  She could only imagine what things would become like when she was with child. At the rate things were going, even an innocent such as she knew that it was inevitable.
                  Four or five times a night he took her. That didn't include the times he snuck into see her during the day. Truth be told, all she did was sleep, eat, bath, and rut!
                  It was very disconcerting.
                  Magnus was looking at her in that way that signified he wished to lay with her again. That would make a record six times since dining the night before. She was tired and sore. But she dared not tell him that.
                  He sighed deeply.
                  "Would that I could stay and have my way with you again. You bring me much pleasure woman."
                  She nodded. That much was obvious. More than that though, he never said aught of his feelings. He certainly never used the word 'love.'
                  Perhaps Vikings didn't believe in such things.
                  He leaned down and kissed her deeply, his manhood pressing into her belly insistently. He seemed to be ready to rut at all times. With a groan he pulled away.
                  "Rest well this day Esme. I would have you ready for me on my return."
                  "Aye Magnus. Fare thee well."
                  He raised his hand and was gone.
     
     
     
     
     
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                  Magnus searched the shoreline from the edge of the cliff where he stood with his men. There was no sign of Arne and his group. But that did not mean they were not there.
                  He jerked his head, sending half his men to the left and half to the right. He and Olric would stand watch until the scouts were back. If neither group found any signs of trouble, they would return.
                  He was thinking very seriously about what to do with Esme when the scouts reappeared on the horizon. Other than obvious task of continuing to enjoy her body, he was now considering what to do when she inevitably quickened with his child. The thought of her carrying his bairn filled him with pride. She would give him gloriously beautiful and clever girl children and boys whose prowess and bravery would be spoken of for a thousand years.
                  He wasn't sure which he wanted first...
                  Suddenly he understood how Varid had felt upon the birth of his daughter.
                  Girl children could be equally delightful, if not more so.
                  And yet, if they were born to a thrall, would his children not be slaves too? 'Twas law. He could free them of course. But he'd rather they be born free, without the stain of slavery.
                  And he wanted to reward his slave for the past weeks of bliss she'd given him.
                  He nodded his head, deciding. 'Twas settled. He would wed her. Then their bairns would be born free people.
                  Varid was out of breath as he arrived.
                  "Signs of a large gathering heading toward home!"
                  "What?"
                  Of course! What fools they had been! While they were out searching for him, Arne had approached their unprotected settlement on the coast. One thought was racing through his mind, filling him with dread.
                  His woman was alone, with no one to protect her. If Arne saw