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<<Olin smiled sauntering up behind Cali and slid his arm around her waist. “My Dark Empress, how do I thank you for your effort in my liberation?” He murmured into her ear. For intensive purposes he was her’s now.>>
Cali was enjoying the proximity of Olin and his musky cinnamon aroma. She was still getting used to her newfound … sway. She felt something inside her was different, increased somehow. But she had fled Hel with the others, leaving the domain to Fenrir’s authority. So she could be no queen which meant her claim had been rejected. She reached for Olin’s arm around her waist and urged his hand lower toward the heat between her legs. At least she had DOMAIN over this one. And oh how she would enjoy playing with this one. The magic oozing through his veins wreaked of lust and promised many sweaty nights under heavy furs.
<<Luna sat up suddenly, smacking her hand on Garm’s jaw who had been guarding the Elf’s unconscious body as he’d been instructed. “Ouch! Get off me, you overgrown puppy. Cali we have to go back to the land of the dead. Miles is in trouble!” She said.>>
“By the god’s girl, Garm is no puppy. Open your eyes for once and see what is there. This is a fully grown Winter Wolf, a beast of imminent carnage and ferocious fuc...fornication.” Cali’s head was tilted back resting on Olin’s shoulder, gazing up into the rafters. She did not address the rest of Luna’s comment because she couldn’t imagine it within the realm of possibility that the Elf was actually serious. There was no way they’d return to Hel so soon and when they did, it was likely to be one by one, each at the time of their individual death. And if she were honest, she could not recall who this Miles character was. Had they met? Had they been along for the adventure at all? Certainly not. There was some talk among the others; they seemed to be of the same opinion as Cali. She shifted her eyes discreetly to look at the smoky image of Luna’s shadow minions. A neat trick, but Cali didn’t recognize the vapor man. So she scratched the scruff of Olin’s chin with her long nails which were thick and sturdy, enough to be deemed claws in their own right. Garm was growling at the image of Fenrir, then at Olin.
Then of a sudden the roof was ripped away as if a tempest swept through. One moment it was there, the next the lodge was opened up like a piece of rotten fruit with all the little maggots crawling around inside. Cali’s eyes went wide and she covered her head, but not before seeing the eight brutish faces peering down at them. Ice Giants.
<<The foreign tongue of the giants was passed to Erik’s ears and he translated for the others and they listened with varying degrees of interest. Balar turned to the others, "Tie the would be assassin," he motioned to Theo, "and help build a stretcher for Dyvia, we must carry her. I see little choice but to go with them unless any of you have enough fight left to take on eight Ice Giants.>>
“Fight them? I wouldn’t even bed them. But can you imagine the sheer size of their cocks?!” Her eyes went a bit glassy as she considered the logistics behind such a thing. She knelt to collect the bladder of giant’s wine or was it milk? It was heavy of a certain. “Olin, some help here, dear.” Cali stepped back and looked up at the giants looming just beyond the missing roofline. She casually began counting them, a look of profound thinking written across her face. She absently accepted the offered cup of… giant fluid and and licked her lips. “That’s quite a nutty aftertaste. Best to down it all at once, Olin. And what’s this talk of taking the assassin with us? We just - well I just killed all these men because the Jotun advised they may mean us harm. Surely the assassin is no safer. I propose we slit his throat then carefully slit the dwarf open and relieve her of that burden. It’s a cursed thing grown inside her like that; it is known. But it will be born with or without our help. It would be better for the dwarf that we control as much of the delivery as possible. She may yet live.” Caligari looked back up at the ice giants and found one with whom to share a loaded wink.