Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“The Pretorian Guard carries that tradition forward,” he said, his voice taking on an almost reverent quality. “We are the hidden shepherds of humanity, maintaining order in a world constantly teetering on the edge of chaos.”
As he spoke, the vision I’d had earlier flashed through my mind again—Sven and Marmareus meeting on that frozen bay, clasping arms like warriors who respected each other. The longship of the Sons of Odin behind one, the steel cathedral of the Pretorian Guard behind the other. Enemies, yet somehow meeting as equals.
“We have a plan, Mary,” Marmareus said, withdrawing his fingers from my anus, leaving me feeling strangely bereft. “A plan to save civilization from the coming darkness, to preserve knowledge and order into future ages.”
I heard the rustle of clothing as he positioned himself behind me, felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my pussy. My breath caught in my throat, my heart hammering against my ribs.
“The Guard will take humanity to the stars at last,” he whispered, his voice so close to my ear now that I could feel his breath on my neck. “Beyond the reach of climate collapse, resource wars, the inevitable descent into barbarism that awaits Earth.”
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, the sensation overwhelming—not just the physical fullness, but the weight of his words, the impossible implications. The Sons of Odin sought to preserve civilization through a return to traditional values, through connection to the Earth and its ancient powers. The Pretorian Guard, it seemed, looked to the stars instead.
“You’re still very tight, Columba,” Marmareus growled. “This is a lovely little cunt for a good hard fuck.”
I felt my back arch, my sheath clench around him. I sobbed as I realized how close my orgasm already was—and how badly I needed it, both for the physical release and for the vision I hoped I might have when I came.
“You may not come, Mary,” said the enemy agent with his manhood deep inside me. “Until I command it of you.”
I gasped at his instruction, my entire body tensing around his invading hardness. His cock stretched me so completely that I could feel every ridge, every vein as he began to thrust, establishing a rhythm that was neither gentle nor brutal—yet. Simply measured, controlled, with each stroke calculated to build my arousal without tipping me over the edge.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. “Leo… please…”
“Quiet,” Marmareus commanded, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. “Focus on what your body is learning from the cock.”
I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying desperately to obey, to keep silent as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the cell, obscene and arousing. Each time he drove into me, the leather of my restraints pulled and creaked, reminding me of my captivity, my submission, my shame.
“Your pussy is very hungry, Columba,” he observed, his voice clinical amid the brutal intimacy of our position. “It grips its master like it never wants to let go. You were made for fucking, Mary.”
I closed my eyes, fighting against the pleasure building inside me. I tried to focus on something else—anything else—but my senses were overwhelmed by the man behind me, inside me. The scent of him, clean sweat and sandalwood. The heat of his body against my punished skin. The shameful fullness as he claimed me.
His rhythm shifted suddenly, becoming harder, faster. Each thrust drove me forward, my face pressing into the cushion as he pounded into me with ruthless efficiency. I couldn’t stifle my cries anymore, each one torn from my throat as he hit places inside me that sent electric jolts of pleasure up my spine.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, feeling my control slipping. “Please, I can’t… I’m going to…”
“You will not come,” Marmareus growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “Not until I permit it.”
I felt tears streaming down my face as I fought against my body’s natural response. The tension inside me built to almost unbearable levels, a coiled spring ready to snap. I thought of the most unsexy things I could imagine—mathematics problems, the weather, the stone walls around us—anything to distract from the relentless pleasure assaulting my senses.
But it was useless. Marmareus seemed to read my body like an open book, adjusting his angle whenever I began to gain control, finding new sensitive spots to exploit. His cock seemed to reach impossibly deep inside me, stretching me, claiming me, reshaping me to his will—pulling me away from my resolve to remain Sven’s.
Just when I thought I would surely break, that I would come despite his command and earn another punishment, Marmareus suddenly withdrew from me. I gasped at the abrupt emptiness, my pussy clenching in desperation to be filled again.