The morning air was crisp and cutting against her skin, but even sleep could not keep her from the overwhelming aroma. Willa rose with a mighty stretch, her body well-satisfied but sore. The scent invading her sleepy senses now held her complete attention, promising to satisfy her ravenous appetite. The hare had been delicious but unsatisfying and whatever was roasting now left her drooling, filling the air with the scent of singed fat and spices. She dressed swiftly but clumsily in her hurry to find the source of the heavenly aroma, noting idly that she was alone in the tent.
She emerged to find Jorvun and Barr chatting quietly at the fire as they watched something cook on the rocks. She could not hear them and they stopped speaking as she approached. Willa tried to ignore it. She was getting tired of not having all the information. Away from the fire and inside their open tent, Oro was drinking from a steaming mug and Hilda's head was rested in his lap. She was grinning up at him, laughing at something he said. Willa smiled at the intimate scene.
"Something smells good." She flashed a charming grin at Jorvun. He beckoned to her, motioning at the ground between his splayed legs. She settled in front of him, leaning into his warmth. Willa still had her doubts, but for some godsforsaken reason, she kind of trusted him. Although the sex was rich with power play, he had yet to initiate anything without her consent since the vision.
Willa thought for a moment that she should be concerned at how fast she had adapted to her strange, new life. It seemed more natural to be at his side. To be near him. She still resented him a little. Well, a lot. But Willa somehow needed him. She remembered when Jorvun had said they were magnets. Is this what he meant?
"Stuffed goose." He told her, brushing his fingertips over the love-mark on her throat. Willa knew she had recognized the smell. Goose was a common delicacy in the north.
"I didn't know southerners ate goose." She remarked, thinking aloud. Barr laughed.
"Didn't expect us to be so civilized, eh?" Barr jabbed playfully and Willa flushed. No, she hadn't. She'd only ever seen goose on the tables of the richest southern merchants. Jorvun's finger still idly traced the dark bruise he'd left, making warmth pool slowly in her belly.
"Why? Are you hungry?" Jorvun inquired casually. Willa nodded slowly, suddenly suspicious at his tone.
"Ah, just feed the woman." Barr chimed in, though he sounded like he was making a joke she didn't understand. Willa looked between them, now distrustful of both warriors. He continued, arguing her case. "She's been so good. Remember how hard she worked with her mouth?"
Willa bit her lip as his words went straight to her groin. She was beginning to understand what they were doing. Jorvun leered down at her. "Would you like to earn your breakfast, my little treasure?"
His voice was low and dark. A shimmer of fear came to her as she thought about last night's incident. She felt the echoes of the terror and shame. She hesitated, unsure of what she was agreeing to, but her lust swiftly overpowered the fear when he planted a firm and possessive kiss over the bruise. Her mind switched gears without warning and suddenly all she could think about was the taste of his cock.
"Yes, Sir." She answered timidly, glancing at the now occupied Oro and Hilda. The lioness was splayed on his lap, legs open, and Oro was leisurely rubbing circles into Hilda's clit, which was now exposed to the foggy morning air. In his other hand, Oro held his mug, still sipping at the hot liquid as Hilda made soft, lewd sounds up at him. She started to lift a hand to help stimulate herself and he harshly slapped it away, cupping her and whispering something to her with a grin. The show fueled Willa's arousal.
"Strip." Jorvun's order was curt. Barr looked on with a lopsided smile as he flipped the roasting goose meat. Willa did as the Chieftain said, slowly rising and unbuttoning her jeans. She stripped the tight denim away and pulled Jorvun's sweater up over her head. When she was nude, her arms crossed over her chest as she instinctively protected herself from the cold.
"Arms down. Your Chieftain will view you at his pleasure." Barr's sharp interjection made her startle but she dropped her arms. Jorvun was smiling cooly at her now.
"Relax, Adhvhar. Turn around." Dewey moisture gathered between her legs as she obeyed. "Bend over and hold yourself open for us."
Willa's breath caught at his order, but she obeyed him, bending at the waist and stretching herself open for him. She flushed at the humiliating position but she was soaked when Jorvun stood and came up behind her, gently probing at her swollen folds.
