"Of course cousins, go." he said. "I will not stop you from that. All I ask, is that if I need you: you will come."
The six men looked ecstatic at one another, apparently thinking that Björn's frozen heart would keep them from leaving for trying to find their true loves. They nodded their heads to him gratefully, darting away before he could even think about changing his mind. They disappeared into the crowd of the camp, however their wyvern forms could be seen flying into the moonlight sky several moments later.
"Now will you follow me?" Knut asked, gesturing towards the doorway of his tent.
Björn sighed, planning to eat whatever delicious food his men had brought him and then sleep the rest of the night away. "Yes, I'm coming."
He followed Knut into his tent, only to stop and stand rigid once inside. Knut smiled at him, then turned that smiled to the three women who were sitting on his large bed. The beautiful women were freshly washed and gowned in sheer white dresses.
Each one had a thin body, large breasts, and lovely face with long hair that were varying shades of brown. They were trembling, their hands bound with rope. There was no doubt in his mind that those women were captives of the Brecks. He saw no way that those beastly men could produce such fine specimens.
"The men prepared these women for you. They are very pretty aye?" Knut asked, still smiling lewdly at the women.
"Aye." Björn said, his awe stricken gaze never leaving the women.
Knut patted Björn's shoulder, "Have fun then Merkis, ahem, Lord Björn."
"Aye." Björn said again, setting his pitcher of ale down on the table beside him.
The women whimpered once Knut left the tent, pulling at each other's bindings. They were frightened, terrified of their imagined wrath Björn would have instore for them. He heard of the cruelty that man could have towards their captive women, and if that idea was what possessed their minds: it was no wonder they would be fearful.
"Easy there lassies." Björn said, his deep voice sultry sounding as he tried to be comforting. He took a slow step towards his bed, one of the women cried out loud, and Björn flinched. "Easy lass, I won't do anything to you that you won't like."
"Stay away from us you beast!" one of the women hissed, spitting at the ground by his feet.
Björn stared at the spit on the woven rug, raising his hands to just above his head. "Just let me take your bindings off, that's all I want to do." He moved towards them again, but the women all scattered on his mattress, just like does fleeing the hunt. He groaned, shaking his head and rubbing his temples with his arms still lifted.
"Lassies, I have no intention of raping you. If you do not want me to touch you I won't." He made eye contact with each one, watching as they wearily glared back at him. "However if you do, I'll gladly oblige." Bjorn gave them a wink and the rolled his eyes as their glare intensified.
He walked across his tent, up to the wash basin that was filled with clean water and beside it several clean towels. He pulled his cotton shirt over his head, revealing his long abdomen, a flicker of black hair teasing the low waistline of his pants. His skin was a delectable olive color, and through countless house of training he was built like a warrior: very lean and muscular. Tossing his shirt onto the floor he dipped his hands into the cool water, he splashed the liquid over his arms and chest, rubbing musky herb scented soap over the back of his neck and washing his face. The droplets of water ran down his trained back and disappeared below his pants buttons.
He continued to move around his tent, trying to not stare at the temptingly luscious women. Does in a field, nervous does, he wasn't wrong to think of them like that. A cool, damp towel around his neck, he meandered to a table with plates of meat and fruits placed upon it.
"You promise to not hurt us?" one of the women asked.