Page 67 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Oli!”

I ignored him and kept on running. Tears stung my eyes from my mad sprint to return to the main property of my owners.Formerowners. Each minute that passed was torture trying to reach what had been my home because I did not know what I would find there.

But I had a guess. A lingering, foolish, mortal hope. I didn’t know what fate had in store for me. I could onlyprayI was right.

I bypassed other thralls, Thorsten’s siblings, neighbors visiting to barter, all in a blur, disregarding stares or grunts of surprise if someone had to move out of my way. Finally, I saw Thorsten’s parents outside the door to the main house. A slight figure stood before them, waving off attempts at being invitedinside. The person was hunched, as if trying to hide within a long cloak.

A longgreencloak.

I slowed, catching my breath before I drew too near and was noticed. Eventually, nothing could stop them from seeing me. And they did not look pleased.

“My apologies, I was tending—”

“On your knees, thrall!” Thorsten’s father barked.

For the first time in my life, I did not immediately drop.

“Thrall.” Thorsten’s mother chided.

“Yes,” a new voice said, but not one I expected. “On your knees, so you might be at my level to look at you.” The figure turned, barely visible beneath their cloak, but what I could see appeared to be a withered oldwomanclutching a cane to keep steady.

Obediently but at my own pace, I dropped. Blue eyes looked at me from within the hood, not hiding that one side of her face, while also heavily wrinkled, was covered in scars.

That bastard.

“He looks suitable enough,”shesaid, and turned to address Thorsten’s parents. “Our deal stands. He will retrieve any of his things that he wishes to bring with him and accompany me to my family land.”

“If you wish,” Thorsten’s father said. “But the day grows late. You are welcome to stay, sup with us, inspect the thrall to ensure he is of the… type you seek.”

“I know what I seek.”

“It is not that we do not appreciate the hefty sum you offered,” Thorsten’s mother tried with a pinched brow, “but why only one slave for such a large fee? If you require better laborers—”

“No. I require only him. For I do not pay to own him but to see him freed to marry into my family.”

The surprise on Thorsten’s parents’ faces was almost enough to temper my own.

Almost.

“…marry?”

The following chapter contains:

Intersex Rep, Edging, Docking, and Minor Tail Play.

Freedom

LOKI

“Must you continue to punish me for making you worry?”

“Yes. Until I am satisfied you won’t do it again.”

Oli licked my rim, between my nether lips, up my heavy sac, and all along the length of me to my leaking tip.

He was marvelous. Miraculous.

Mine. Who had chosen me of his own free will.

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