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hoped it would be her.
    “That’s much better.” She smiled down at him and he held her gaze.
    “Where am I, my lady?”
    She hesitated and then turned to the older woman. “Wil you fetch me my blade?”
    Harlan swal owed hard. “Are you going to kil me?”
    “Not if you behave yourself.”
    That wasn’t quite as reassuring an answer as he had hoped for. He remained quiet until Frytha returned with a wicked looking knife and another bowl of clean water.
    “Ooh, let me help with this!” Astrid said.
    “You can certainly put the soap on his skin for me, but you are not capable of shaving him.”
    Astrid pouted. “Neither are you. How many years is it since you shaved a male, sister?”
    Harlan cleared his throat. “If it pleases you, my lady. I can do it myself.”
    Again Agnes ignored him and glared at Astrid. “I am quite skil ed at this.”
    “But I like his face like that. He looks wild.”
    “And our goddess wil not approve.”
    Harlan winced as Astrid slapped some soap on his face and rubbed it into a thick lather. He was stil sore from his fal and her energetic rubbing was reviving his headache.
    “Astrid, be careful,” Agnes said.
    “Thank you, my lady,” Harlan murmured, but again she ignored him and brandished the blade above his cheek.
    He held stil as he felt the scrape of the blade against his throat. But despite Astrid’s concerns, Agnes appeared perfectly capable of shaving him. Harlan let out his breath when she finished. She put her hand under his chin to view her work.
    “Oh,” Astrid breathed. “He is beautiful.”
    “He is,” Agnes added. “Now for the rest of him.”
    She slapped soap on his chest and Harlan flinched.
    “What are you doing?”
    She final y deigned to look at him. “Shaving you.”
    “But…”
    She scraped away al the hair on his chest, leaving him feeling even more naked than usual. Then her hand rested on his groin. “I’l need more soap if I am to shave him here as wel , Astrid.”
    Harlan struggled against his restraints. “By Thor, you wil do no such thing!”
    He groaned as she ignored him and began to scrape away the coarse hair around his cock and bal s. Despite his fears, his cock refused to be intimidated and started to thicken and lengthen. Agnes continued her work and Harlan wondered whether she was aware of his cock at al .
    When she’d finished, she sat back and stared at his shaft before running her hand over him. “He is big. The goddess wil be wel satisfied.”
    Astrid leaned over him and circled the tip of his cock with her long fingernail. “He is definitely bigger than the last one we caught.” She licked her lips. “Let’s hope he has lots of stamina as wel .” She bent and dropped a kiss on his crown and laughed as his cock jerked.
    “Astrid!” Both of the other women admonished her, and for a moment, Harlan was glad they were defending him.
    “He is for the goddess, not for you.”
    “Only if he passes the test,” Astrid retorted.
    Frytha picked up the bowl of soapy water and nudged Astrid. “Help me clear up this mess, sister, and then you can go and tel the Temple Mistress that the male is at least presentable.”
    When they exited, Harlan turned al his attention to the woman left behind. Agnes was opening a clay bottle that smel ed of Valhal an flowers and spices.
    “My lady,” he murmured. “Please. I wish you no harm. I just want to know where I am and what has happened to my king.”
    She dribbled oil into her palms and started smoothing it into his skin.
    “I cannot answer your questions, male.”
    “Why not?”
    He wanted to groan as the warmed oil sank into his skin and she reached behind him to smooth it into his back.
    “It is not my place to answer you. I am merely a handmaiden for the temple.”
    As she reached around him, her breasts swung temptingly near his mouth, but he resisted the temptation to temptingly near his mouth, but he resisted the temptation to capture one of her hard nipples between his