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Her climaxes began to blend together until she thought she would explode.

Nothing existed but the pleasure of being filled by the two men. She allowed herself to experience a deep-seated desire to be taken, to be possessed, a desire that she would never have acted upon until Sven had shown her the way. Sven’s breathing grew guttural, his strokes shorter and harder as his fingers dug into her hips.

He shouted as he climaxed, swiftly followed by Woden. Thea swallowed hard as his cum pumped down her throat, aware of Sven’s seed flooding into her at the same time. Woden pulled out and Sven slumped over her, his breathing as ragged as her own. He rolled her over onto her back.

“Did we please you, my lady?”

Thea simply stared at him, her body still reeling from the most salacious sexual experience of her life. His smile was all teeth and satisfied alpha male. He slid his fingers down to touch her clit and then lower to circle the thick leather dildo.

“I would be honored to spill my seed in you, my lady.”

Dammit, his cock was already filling out again. Thea licked her lips. Could she take anymore, and more importantly, could she risk missing the end of the football game?

Sven bent to kiss her clit.

“We have all evening, my lady. Perhaps we should watch the last five minutes of the game?”

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Thea struggled to sit up. There were only five minutes left? How the hell had that happened? The two teams were still level. Harlan’s fingers curved around her breast and she smacked them away.

Sven couldn’t take his eyes off Thea as she refocused her attention on the game. Her skin was flushed and glowing from the sex and his seed still flowed from her ass. She seemed to have forgotten about the thick dildo stuffed in her pussy. He drew her back between his outstretched legs, anchoring her buttocks against his erection. She didn’t stop him taking charge of her body, nor did she take her gaze from the screen. Sven bit back a smile. Her focus was admirable for a woman.

The game inched with painful slowness toward the end. Both sides gridlocked in a draw, neither able to dominate the other. To his astonishment, Sven began to appreciate the skill level, the sheer determination on the players exhausted faces and their immense drive to be victorious.

“The queen is right. We must bring this sport to Valhalla. Our young men would excel at this.”

Harlan nodded his agreement. “I’ll talk to the Council as soon as I can.”

“Ssh!”

Sven grunted as Thea elbowed him in the stomach.

“They can scarcely hear me, my lady. We are thousands of miles away!”

She turned to glare at him and tapped her forehead. “Yes they can, they can sense your negativity, so be quiet. This is my team’s last chance to score.”

By now, Sven had developed an excellent understanding of how the game was played. Smiling, he placed one hand over the exposed end of the dildo and began to move it gently back and forth. Thea’s skin flushed even more and she leaned forward as her team lined up for the final play. As the team crept closer to the opposition’s line, Sven increased the speed and pressure of his strokes.

Thea moaned and placed her hand over his slow moving fingers.

“God, Sven, this isn’t helping, I can’t concentrate, I can’t…”

A grinning San Francisco player caught the ball and crossed the line into the end zone, Thea screamed and tried to get to her feet.

“Oh no, my lady. You are not getting away from me now.”

Sven shoved the dildo deep and kept her locked against him as she climaxed again and again. Before she could protest, he rolled on top of her, pulled out the soaked dildo and drove his cock inside her. She gripped his shoulders and planted her feet on his hips willing him on, forcing him to stay deep and hard inside her. By Thor, he could feel every pulsing inch of her channel clamping around his aching flesh. He forgot finesse and pounded into her, his balls slapping against her with every hard, grinding stroke. Her cries only made him work harder, to force yet another response from her to make her realize he was the only man who would ever be able to satisfy her like this.

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He felt another climax build, the answering response in his balls and let his cum pour into her in thick pulsing waves. It felt so good to be inside his woman, filling her with his cock and his seed, knowing he’d made her scream in ecstasy and cling to him as though she would never let him go. He could only hope to stay like this forever, his body linked to hers and his scent smeared over her skin. Surely she would feel the same. She couldn’t possibly leave him now, could she?

When Thea finally managed to roll Sven off her, the other men had gone. She stared at his recumbent form and then kicked him. He groaned and covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Sven Magnusson, did you set this whole thing up just to get into my pants again or was it the queen’s idea?”

“My lady, I am too weak to answer such difficult questions. Give me a moment.”

She nudged him again. “I’ve had about ten orgasms this afternoon and you’ve only managed a couple. I’m the one who should be exhausted, not you.”

He opened one eye and glared at her. “A man’s orgasm is different. It is more powerful and draining than you can imagine.”

She grinned at him. “Poor little Sven, worn out after five minutes of fucking.”

With a roar, he rolled over and covered her again. “We will see who is the strongest, my lady. You will be the one who is begging for mercy in the hours before dawn.”

Thea opened her legs to accommodate his hips and moaned as his cock slid deep inside her. He’d taught her more about her sexual needs that she had ever imagined.

He’d also made her understand that being erotically satisfied by more than one man was perfectly acceptable on Valhalla. He shifted position and drew her ankles up over his shoulders.

“I fear you aren’t paying attention, my lady. Are you too tired to fuck?”

She gazed up at him, relished his strength and the sensual understanding in his lust-filled brown eyes. He slowly leaned into her, letting the weight of his lower torso press his cock deep inside her. She wanted to close her eyes against the exquisite sensation, but forced herself to stare back at him, let him see her pleasure in her eyes.

He shivered and licked his lips. “If you keep looking at me like that, tonight I will truly run out of come.”

She gasped as he slid out and bent his head to her pussy. His mouth was incredibly gentle as he licked at her thick cream. He looked up at her, his lips wet with her juices.

“Perhaps this will have to sustain me instead.”

She reached down to stroke his hair and he turned his head to nuzzle her hand.

Something inside her melted, gave in, flowered. She tugged on his thick red hair.

“Please Sven, make love to me, I want you so badly.”

He went still, his breath warm on her thigh and then rose above her.

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“That, my lady, would be an honor.”

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Thea groaned and rolled over onto her stomach. It was official, Sven was the best lover in the known universe and she would never be able to move again. She reached out a hand, brushed silken sheets but thankfully no aroused man parts. She was in her own bed where Sven had eventually carried her after several more mind-blowing orgasms which had made walking impossible.

She needed a bath. She also needed time to think. Sven and the other Valhallan men had showed her exactly what being a female on Valhalla could mean. Now all she had to do was decide whether she could accept that or not. With a groan, she dragged herself to the edge of the bed and almost fell onto the thick rug on the marbled floor.

Her bathroom smelled of flowers and perfumed rose oil. She smiled as she discovered someone had already run her a bath, the surface scattered with flower petals and surrounded by soft candles. Perfect for thinking. Perfect for her tired muscles.

She lay back with a sigh and focused on the candlelight. She had to make a decision. The easiest thing to do would be to leave Valhalla, go back to Earth and find a new boyfriend. She frowned at the rapidly disappearing bubbles. After being appreciated by the Valhallans, she doubted that one Earth man would do the trick any more. Hadn’t all her fantasies involved more than one man? Hadn’t she been secretly ashamed of her high sexual libido? Not any more. The Valhallans thought her magnificent and perfectly womanly.

But what if she chose to stay? Marcus and Douglass were determined to make Valhalla a place where women were considered equal to men. Since the fertility issues had been worked out, the population would soon begin to multiply. And in the meantime, Thea was sure she could persuade a few of her pals to contemplate life on a planet where it was a man’s primary duty to keep his woman sexually satisfied.

Would Sven be happy if she stayed? She smiled dreamily, her head angled back against the edge of the bath. She imagined he would and she also reckoned she would be able to persuade him to let her work with the king on improving Valhallan security until the rest of the planet got with the program. Reluctantly, she got out of the bath and blew out the candles. There, decision made. She’d talk to Sven, ask his opinion and stay, whatever he said.

Woden had obviously been in and laid out her clothes near the bath. She dressed in a silky two piece pantsuit before pulling her hated yellow regulation jumpsuit on over it. The palace seemed quiet as she opened the door to her suite and peered down the wide hallway. It was late morning, the bodyguards were probably training, which was where Thea should be. The king and queen and the rest of the population were probably napping or making love.

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Thea set off down the hall, scanned the odd person she passed, answered salutations and even remembered to smile as she greeted them. Matt would be so proud. She stopped walking. He was the only person she would truly miss from Earth.

She decided to call him on the link that very night to apologize and tell him her plans.

She glanced up as a movement on the stairway that led to the king and queen’s apartments caught her attention. A woman carrying a heavily wrapped bundle headed down the stairs, her face hidden in a shawl. Thea moved up the steps toward her.

“Can I help you with something?”

A hand shot out and caught her squarely in the chest. She fell backward, struck the stone steps and ended up in a tangled heap back at the bottom of the stairs. She sprang to her feet, cursing as her ankle buckled.

“Hey!”

The cloaked figure ran toward a constricted opening in the wall and another flight of stairs. Ignoring the pain in her side, Thea started after her. The spiral stairway was hewn out of pale gray rock and seemed endless. She lost count of the number of stairs she pounded down, her breathing became labored, her gasps echoing in the rapidly narrowing passageway. The lamps disappeared, leaving her in a moist darkness that indicated she was either underground or near water.

She stopped running, heard the wail of a child and a sharp command. Dread seized her. Whose child was that? Could it be the young prince?

Thea crept forward more carefully now, trying to sense her surroundings. Just below her, a murmur of voices seemed to indicate she’d reached her prey. What should she do now? Go back and alert the other guards or move forward? With a swift prayer to all the gods of Valhalla and the universe, she decided to go on.

Surprise was on her side, but she wasn’t prepared for the four men who surrounded the woman and the child. She fought hard, used her feet and hands and had the satisfaction of seeing at least one of the men go down before she was caught in a stranglehold, a knife to her throat. A thin trickle of blood stained her tunic.

A bearded man looked down at her.

“This is one of the Earth delegation.” He squeezed her breast. “Nice tits.”

An older guy, his face lined and worn, stepped forward, his expression worried.

“Raven, we should leave her here, we’ll only bring more trouble down on ourselves.”

Raven roared with laughter. “More trouble, Olaf? We have the king’s son. Another hostage will simply double our advantage.” He pinched Thea’s nipple and only narrowly avoided her kick to his shins. “I’ve always wanted to fuck an alien.”

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man. His cock hardened as he thought of the celebration they could have. He pictured her welcoming him between her thighs, her thick cream as he slid inward, her gasps of pleasure when he pounded into her again and again.

His smile died as he took in the empty bed. Where had she gone? She wasn’t due to meet with the security team until dinnertime. A growing noise registered in his ears and he swung back toward the door. He started to run as he realized the uproar came from the king and queen’s apartments.

Harlan staggered down the stairs, blood streaming from his temple, his complexion gray. Sven grabbed hold of him and propped him up against the stairs. Around them chaos threatened as servants and soldiers milled around shouting and crying.

“Harlan, what happened?”

“Someone took the young prince.”

“What?” Sven clutched at Harlan’s tunic. “How in Odin’s name did that come to pass?”

“It was a woman, she attacked me from behind and knocked me out.” Harlan swallowed hard. “It was my fault. I thought she was the prince’s usual nursemaid. She wore her garments. I didn’t think to question her being there.”

Sven patted his shoulder, his mind working furiously through the various options.

“Where are the king and queen?”

“They went out riding with Bron and some of the others.”

“Get someone to clean up that blow to your head and then concentrate on letting the king know what happened.”