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The clang of weapons sounded as his back bumped against mine, blocking me from a blow I didn’t see coming. It changed the match back to two on two, but with his back against mine, there was less chance for an opening.

“Let’s pull a trick,” I gritted out, pushing my opponent away.

“Like the tavern?” he murmured, moving away long enough to parry another attack before bumping into me again.

“Yes. Do it,” I agreed, spinning around to glare at him. “How can I fight with you on top of me like that?” I snapped louder so the other pair could hear.

“Maybe move your feet,” he growled back, body half-turned to keep an eye on his opponent while he feigned a fight with me. The pair wasn’t as easily distracted as the criminals had been, but they did share a confused look at one point, moving back to each other’s sides instead of forcing us back to back, perhaps to redirect us back to the fight.

Shoving my shoulder against Torgrind’s, I pushed him away from me. “I should not need to hold your hand while fighting! Make space!”

When he shoved me back, looking to all intents and purposes like he was angry with me, I let the shove knock me over, rolling with it to cause the bigger of the two to fall. Unfortunately, unlike the last time we did this, their blades weren’t pointed at someone else, and when he stumbled, the bigger of the two nearly landed with his blade against my throat. If he’d have succeeded, he would have cut my head clean off, and it wouldn’t have even been on purpose.

“Brenek!” Torgrind shouted in warning, causing me to lift my blade just in time to catch the falling man’s blade only inches above my neck. His eyes widened in surprise, and he immediately jumped off me, putting his hands up in surrender.

Torgrind hurried to stand over me, sword still up to protect us both in case the smaller of the pair didn’t notice the match had ended. “Are you alright?”

“I swear, I didn’t mean to do that,” the bigger brother rushed out at the same time.

“I’m alright,” I told them both, blowing out a breath when I sat up. That had been a little too close for comfort. I’d been too cocky, sure the distraction would work like it had before. If Torgrind hadn’t spoken up, I shuddered to think what would have happened.

“Brenek?”

The concern was still in my clan brother’s voice, and when he offered me a hand to stand, I didn't push it away like I normally might, taking it and allowing him to haul me to my feet.

“I’m fine. Just spooked. I’ve done that move dozens of times. No one has ever fallen quite like that before.” I shook off the shock, giving Torgrind an appreciative smile. “Thanks for the warning. It saved my neck.”

His brow furrowed, and instead of a biting or teasing comment like he normally would, he gripped my shoulder and squeezed. “I’m glad I spoke.” His lips crooked at the corners when he added, “Jamal would be pissed if you got hurt. Try not to ruin the night for both of us.”

Throwing my head back, I barked out a laugh. “I’ll do my best.”

I ended up learning a few things during the match, and sharing some things I excelled at with a few of our sparring partners. It was a good training session and made me even more certain that the collaboration between clans was a good thing. When it was over, and Idrull sent us to supper, I waited for Torgrind to grab a flask of water to drink before heading back with him.

“What do you think our troublemaker got up to in our absence?”

He grimaced. “I’m almost afraid to find out.”

Chuckling, I patted his shoulder as I passed him, quickening my pace to find our gorgeous troublemaker. “Between the two of us, I’m sure we can handle it. Let’s not keep him waiting.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

JAMAL

Zakai had some wine in his tent from the capital that we decided to drink while sharing stories about the glory of barbarian cock. We got comfortable in a corner near the community fire, none of us were as embarrassed as my barbarians had been about sharing our exploits together. It was much more fun than sitting around waiting for Torgrind and Brenek to return, and I leaned in eagerly to hear the stories they shared.

“I love how strong they are,” Simon commented, swirling the cup of wine in his hand, a mischievous grin on his face. “Feigrind can hold me up while fucking me without even a wall to lean against. It’s amazing.”

Zakai nodded in agreement, letting out a happy sigh as he thought about his own experience. “I love when Uttin does that. Or when he pins me down and makes me take him.” He shuddered, a slight flush appearing on his cheeks. “Goddess, the things that man does to me.”

Biting my lip, I considered the possibilities. “Do you think it’s possible for Brenek and Torgrind to both take me while standing up? We’ve never done that before.”

While I’d had plenty of sex in the capital, including adventurous sex of many kinds, this was my first time being shared between two men. I knew of Simon’s past, of the time he spent in the brothel, and figured he’d be the expert to speak to in regards to what possibilities there were with two barbarians to tend to me.

“Oh, absolutely,” Simon agreed. “There are many positions that you can do with the two of them, either by taking turns or by taking you at the same time.”

He was not shy about sharing, ticking things off with his fingers as he listed out all the possibilities. I wished I could write it all down. Apparently my barbarians and I had just scratched the surface on what we could do together. It would take a long while to do it all, especially if I did it twice to experience it in every way possible.

He was in the middle of describing his own experience with taking two cocks at once when my barbarians finally deigned to show up. They looked disheveled and a little dirty, obviously they’d been rolling around all day, but I ignored them in favor of taking in every detail of Simon’s words. Taking both Brenek and Torgrind at the same time was the ultimate fantasy. I wanted to learn everything I could before trying to convince them to give me what I wanted.