The hay-dust hung in the stable air. Sam, the wiry 17-year-old stablehand, finished brushing down the last horse. His eyes never left Raine, the Valkyrie. Her silk tunic hugged her powerful thighs, the leather armor doing little to hide the curve of her ass.

“Fine piece of horseflesh,” Sam said, nodding at her mare. His gaze slid to Raine’s chest. “You’re built sturdier, though. Bet you ride better.”

Raine gave a half-smile, a warrior’s dismissal. “Watch your tongue, boy, lest I cut it out.”

She turned to leave. Sam moved fast. He grabbed her wrist, his calloused fingers tight. He pulled her close, his lips brushing her ear. Ellie, the tavern-keeper’s daughter hiding in the shadows, saw Raine stiffen, then flush. “No,” Raine whispered, but she didn’t pull away. “Absolutely not.”

Sam’s other hand tangled in her short blonde hair, yanking her head back. He crushed his mouth to hers. Raine’s hands came up, pushing weakly at his chest as his tongue invaded. At the same time, his free hand slid under her silk tunic, rough fingers finding the soaked crotch of her golden panties. He rubbed hard against her pussy lips through the fabric, feeling her heat and wetness. A muffled groan vibrated from Raine’s throat into his mouth.

With a grunt, Sam pushed her backwards onto a pile of fresh hay in an empty stall. Ellie scrambled to a new hiding spot, her own panties damp. Sam knelt, yanked the