"How can you just nail me like that? I mean, I don't think I am bisexual but I guess I might be. And um," she hesitated again. "I do like to play... y...u know, masturbate. And I have been fantasising strange scenarios." Flashes of the night before crossed her mind and she felt her nipples tingling. They were still a little swollen. "It's a bit scary that you're so close to the truth. I mean, I have no idea what you are like." Honestly, they were just lucky guesses. How about you try." I don't. . Mom ... You DIRTY ... ROTTEN FUCKING SLUT!!! How the FUCK could you do that to Dad? It took me forever to get him to talk but he told me that he found the same thing that I did and knew that his life was over. He told me that he’d juggled things so he could make it home a day early to the woman he’s loved forever. He said he’d missed you and planned to take you out to dinner. He said he walked into the house and found the whole upstairs smelling like a fucking whorehouse and then saw his. Let me see you. He said simply. Astrid shook her head, and he smiled, Let your husband see you, or I will tie you naked in the village square where you will be exposed to the eyes – and other parts – of all the vikings who care to pass by. Astrid gritted her teeth angrily, unsure whether or not he was lying. She uncovered herself bitterly, allowing him to gaze upon her nubile young body. Ragnar fell silent, awestruck by her beauty. Her skin had the pale glow of the moon, and her body was. A way to emulate the army-gathering advantage of being a fighter, by having her be loyal to my house- check. Maybe even an incestuous bedwarmer that I can do perverted things with- check.“Oh, and she specializes in the longsword.”I’m not cruel, after all. This way she has a greater chance of finding a great magic weapon (and wielding it in my name).Oh, and finally, the piece de resistance.“I also bear my family’s heirloom greatsword. It’s enchanted so a wizard can use it, but I don’t mind.