She saw the piercing animal lust in his eyes. Her body throbbed and tingled as he rammed into her pussy on each stroke. She felt the rising emotions, ...he shuddering and then a massive orgasm was washing over her. All the more arousing as she knew it would be her last orgasm, that very shortly now she would be dead. She had often fantasized about dying like this, being attacked like this and then being found, a nude, strangled, raped corpse. She had imagined her body lying in repose in a casket. Such circumstances are one of the few times a man isn’t thinking about how soon he can get a woman into bed again.That lasted about half an hour, though, which is probably also normal. Harper had gone off to her studio, leaving Hannah and me alone in the kitchen. There was what they call “a pregnant silence” between us. Maybe that’s because both of us realized how close things had come to “pregnant” being employed in a different manner. Or maybe we were just reacting to the oddity of the whole. Other than speaking her name the man could speak no more words. Instead of speaking, he moved. Flinging the heavy door open, he rushed out into the night, scooped the woman up into his muscular arms, and danced out into the cool, misty rain. Stunned, but not really surprised, Angie grabbed onto the trunk that was her former lover’s neck and hung on for dear life. As she spun her around and around she recalled that some of this man’s most endearing qualities were his unexpected. “You think too small.”“I work with what I’m given. Fortinbras and Vel have the gifts of their ancestors. They cannot spy and cajole like their Lilliputian father.” Brynhild slowly lit her circle of candles by the window. As the wind spoke, the candles flickered. She knew she needed strong magic and quickly. “I said you think small, not wrong.” The wind laughed, a fluttering cascade of ringing sounds. “You promised you would not make him bed more women. Keep your promise. Instead, send the women.