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He came forward, crooked his finger, and tilted my head up. "I love you, Amberlin."

I flinched away from him. "Oh, gods no."

"Is it because I'm ugly?"

I sighed. "I'm fond of you."

"What is it? Why do you keep running away from me?"

"I'm geised."

"What does that have to do with it?"

"I cannot marry or sleep with a man who is not strong enough to conquer me."

Loky laughed. It was a deep, full-bodied laugh. He seemed so certain of himself.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"So," he pulled at his chin. "If I beat you in a fight, will you marry me?"

Gods, he had finally figured it out. It had taken him fifty years, but the sweet oaf had figured it out. "That's the geis."

"Bare hands, no magic."

"Of course."

"And you think that you can beat me?"

"I know I can," I said arrogantly.

Loky laughed. "There's a full moon out and a glade nearby. Shall we fight?"

The glade had a circle of stones around it, some kind of demarcation of the ancients. Power oozed from the stones. This was no random place that Loky had brought me to and I wondered at that. Loky had never shown any knowledge of the arcane in all the years I had known him, and with a build like his I doubted that he needed it. I unbuckled my blades and dropped them just outside the circle. When I turned to face him, Loky had stripped to his crimson loincloth that scarcely concealed the pole arm between his thighs. I speculated at what it might look like erect and found myself wanting to cross my legs in an effort to contain the desire rising in me.

Like me, he had dropped his weapons outside the circle – but he still had the one between his legs. I shivered as I stepped into the middle, took a balanced stance, and raised my arms to guard position. He joined me there and stood at arms length.

"Come at me, girl," he said in a teasing tone.

I feinted with my hands and spun into a roundhouse kick, intending to end it quickly. My foot struck squarely in his chest. No sound came from him and, as my feet came down in proper stance and before I could move to strike again, I saw that I had not so much as staggered him back an inch. His big hands shot out, grabbed me by the collar and tore my shirt open. I jumped backwards, leaving pieces of cloth dangling from his hands.

He laughed, put the cloth to his nose to inhale the scent of my body clinging to it, and tossed it aside. Standing there like a stonewall, relaxed and smiling, he crooked a finger at me and beckoned for me to try again.

I approached more cautiously, circling him. Loky turned with me. I threw a punch at his face, following it instantly with a jab to his belly. He glided to the side, with the smoothness of a hunting cat, eluding my blows, and seized the top of my pants, ripping them open. It occurred to me then that Loky did not intend to merely beat me, but to rape me – and there seemed to be a very real possibility that he could do it – and what more complete subjugation could there be than to be helplessly pinned beneath his bulk as his spear tore away my virginity. For the first time in my life I was afraid – and strangely exhilarated. I both wanted and feared him.

As my torn pants started to slide toward my knees, I kicked him in the crotch as hard as I could. He howled and backhanded me into the dirt, moving faster than I would have believed a big man could move. The impact left me stunned. I had never been hit so hard in my long life, not even when jousting in Shaurone. I scrabbled backwards on my heels and elbows, shaking my head to clear the ringing in my ears.

Loky kicked me in the chest to keep me on my back and pinned me with his foot between my exposed breasts. I grabbed his foot to throw him off, but I might as well have been trying to move the High Temple to my father in Eldoreth.

He shifted his foot, dropped down atop me, and forced my legs open with his knees. I felt his weapon bobbing against my loins, and I realized in astonishment that, despite the power of my earlier blow, Loky was hard and erect. I had not seen him free it from its meager imprisonment within his loincloth.

I felt a flutter of terror in my stomach, as I lay battered and bruised, imprisoned beneath his massive bulk. Glancing down, I saw how huge his cock was, and the breath caught in my chest at the thought of what he intended.

"I love you, Amberlin," he growled and thrust his cock savagely into me, tearing my maidenhead. His rhythmic thrusting made me moan in a mix of pain and ecstasy. It was too late to fight, even had I the strength left to try. Loky had conquered and I surrendered. I wrapped my legs across the small of his back, tilting my pelvis.

Loky reared back and grasped my breasts in his tremendous hands, kneading and squeezing them. He trapped my nipples between his fingers, pinching them as he worked my breasts.

He brought me to a sobbing orgasm as his precious milk spilled inside me. Loky rolled off me, and lay stroking my hair. "If I had known this was what it would take to bring you into my arms, I would have done it sooner."

I looked at him with shining eyes. "I should have told you, but I was afraid I would hurt you."

The big mon chuckled. That was swiftly becoming one of my favorite sounds. "No one whomps Lokynen," he said.

The phrase was familiar, and yet I could not place it. It was the first time I had heard his full name. "I love you, Lokynen. I always thought I was just fond of you, but I realize now it was far more than that."

"Then marry me. We'll find a priest at the next town and do it."

"Yes."

He levered himself on his elbows, closed his lips over my nipple and sucked it to hardness. We began anew and sped through the night, indulging ourselves insatiably in the pleasures of each other's bodies until dawn.

Then he gave me his tunic to cover my nudity, and we walked back to my camp with my arm around his waist and my head on his shoulder.

The smell of cheese melting on bread told me that my assistant had started breakfast.

"Enjoy yourselves?" she asked with a knowing look.

I blushed.

Lokynen went off to fetch his horses while we packed up to leave. Lilidh kept grinning at me.

"So what are you smirking about?" I challenged. "It had to happen eventually, didn't it?"

She giggled. "I always knew it would be Loky."

Just then Lokynen appeared, so I grabbed her by the arm and rushed her off into the trees after a glance at him. Lokynen raised his eyebrow, and studiously ignored both of us, pretending to fiddle with the saddle of his enormous horse.

"Now out with it!" I hissed.

She giggled again and I wanted to slap her. "Amberlin, every time we move on, you refuse to hear any kind of gossip from the city we just left. But I listen. Around the time we leave, someone recognizes a certain yuwenghau in the city."

"Him?"

"He's not the one who's dense. You are. He's not simply some big guy with some long-lived blood who happens to be named Loky. That's Lokynen the Battle-Master."

First I felt stunned, and then a marvellous warmth flowed through me, making me want to wiggle all over like a cat. And then I felt irritated. I ran back to the horses and hit him, open palmed in the chest. He shrugged it off, laughed, and dragged me into his arms for a kiss.

The kiss was delicious, long, and searching, tongues probing. I pulled away from him. "Why didn't you tell me who you were? I would have fought you fifty years ago."

Lokynen laughed again. I liked the sound of it. "Because I wanted you to love me as a man first."

"I do, Lokynen." I reached down and gave his cock a quick flick of my fingers in appreciation, with my body blocking my assistant's view. "I've loved you since the first time I saw your ugly face."

He kissed me for that.

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