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The Son Of Ragnar

One must see through the deceit of one's very own truth. Do you believe in the Old Gods? This story follows the life of a young African boy, who was ripped from the life he had known and thrown into an unforgiving one where a single mistake could cost him everything. Being branded a "thrall", he was to be sold but an unforeseen event swept him ashore in the heart of the Norsemen, the Vikings. What fate has the Gods chosen for this child? is it one of salvation or one of destruction? COVER IS OWNED BY ME!

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Erik's Pleasure [R18+]

Erik had taken the girl into a corner of a secluded area, he did not even bother finding a bed or hotel room to have his way with her because she looked to be interested in him.

No sane woman in her right mind would look at Erik's physique and the first thing would be to jump his bones so this woman was not in the sane frame of mind.

"You are too rough!" The lady complained with a smile, it was clear that she had no problem with this but just wanted to voice it.

She looked down at Erik's crotch and what she saw made her mouth water, she could not believe the size she was seeing and she looked up at Erik to see his facial expression.

But what she saw when he looked into his eyes sent shivers down her spine.

It excited her, she was tired of the boring men in the village and she wanted to know what it was like being with a warrior, and Erik looked like the epitome of what a warrior should look like.

She felt his muscular hand on the top of her head, pushing her down to her knees.