The Troll Queen's Bride
"Buttercup ran away when she was in heat. I do not understand why women enter heat. Turry, it is Yuri's nuptial night: is she in heat like Buttercup as Domni ploughs her fields?"
Jarnja snorted, then choked on her mead. She pounded the table.
I flustered like a snowdrift, pale as a ghost, and Yola narrowed her velvet brown eyes, squeezing my hand, then tracing my thigh under my britches.
"Gods forbid humans enter heat. When us bergresar are in heat, nothing can stop the etin daughters of Sithgunt," Jarnja laughed to low Hel, then plopped her cross-legged, clean boots on the table, chugged more mead out of a horn, her mane shining like polar bear fur as rosy musk wafted from her horns, and du
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