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The Pelican’s Gullet hadn’t changed. He hoped it never did. It was just as Nic remembered it. At a small table in the very back, tucked away from the rest of the bar, he and Ivanda waited for Dika.
When asked if she had a steady form in her life, the young Nipponese female replied she didn’t. Ivanda had bounced in delight. With any luck, her fantasy would come true before the evening gave way to a Haakonlan day.
If all went well, they would spend two days in Stavanger. Three nights, actually. Ivanda told Dika she would be bringing a “friend.” The word mate hadn’t been mentioned.
“Ivanda!” The voice of a young female caught his attention. He had his back to the direction of her approach. His mate was the first one Dika would see. His cock stirred as the sound of her feet on the old stone flooring alerted him to the young female’s need to hurry to Ivanda’s side.
When Ivanda stood, Dika threw herself into his mate’s arms and Nic got a good look at the Nipponese female. He understood what Ivanda saw in her. Cute would be an apt description, along with nubile. He’d have a great view if they could pull this off.
The Ardsen ales made a quick appearance. Dika took a seat and looked him over carefully. “He’s a big one.”
“Yes. And everything is in proportion.” Ivanda grinned at him then turned back to Dika. “I’ve got this fantasy and you figure heavily in it.”
Dika eased back in her chair. “Ah, doing what. I’m not sure I want to be groped or...”
“Nothing like that. I’m going to tie him down and use him. How would you like to play with me while I toy with him?”
“I don’t need to take him on or anything?” She stared at Nic for a long time then wet her lips. “You won’t mind being tied up?”
“Not at all. And if you feel like experimenting, you could sit on my face. I have a great tongue and know how to use it. With my hands tied, you can do what you like. Use whatever takes your fancy in a very controlled environment.”
Dika’s eyes got round. “Where did you find him? Is he for real?”
“Very much so. And where I found him is a long story which we’ll have lots of time to talk about.”
He watched as Ivanda took Dika’s hand and it vanished under the table. His cock stretched his pants to the limit. He knew where Dika’s hand was—up against Ivanda’s lovely lower lips, discovering how wet she was. Ivanda leaned over to kiss Dika. Then her foot landed on his cock. His mate rubbed him and Nic groaned. “He’s real thirsty right now. You sit on his face as he offered, and I can guarantee you’ll have a good time.”
“How long are you here for?” Dika picked up her beer.
“Three nights, sweetheart. I think that might be time enough to explore a bunch of possible positions. What do you think?”
Dika tipped the bottle up and took a deep swallow. Then she smiled at Ivanda. “Drink up and let’s get out of here. I assume you got a room for us?”
“You know it, sweetheart. We can eat in.”
Dika giggled. She understood the play on words. Nic figured he was in for a marathon session. That sounded like great fun. His female gets her fantasy fulfilled and he gets to lick and suck until his jaw becomes too sore to move.
Nic didn’t put the beer down until the container was empty. “I’m ready if you are.”
The End for the Long Sword
Now for the Demon Lair
