Thus, Paradise Lost . . . Medana soon came to the conclusion that Thork was insatiable. And to her shame, she was proving insatiable, too. What if she developed a craving for sex? What if she had a dormant harlot inside her that Thork had managed to tap to life? What if she liked it so much that she became like some of her more wanton women, those who could not wait ’til they went to market towns so they could be tupped by men? And not just for babies, either. Would she be encouraging the pirate women to capture more men in the future, just so they had sex partners for a time before discarding them like used goods? Like men did to women? When they’d returned to the clearing, Thork’s hunger had dissipated, or rather was replaced with a different kind of hunger, and he’d coaxed her into removing her chemise so he could examine her for ticks. He’d sworn he saw some in the woods. And, damn her foolish heart, but she’d let herself be coaxed.
