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)
“That is correct,” he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient tradition. “The final penetration represents the triumph of rational order over the chaos of nature, of dominant man over submissive woman.”
My heart pounded against my ribs as I watched this strange negotiation unfold before me. I felt Lucius withdraw slightly, the pressure against my anus easing as he awaited new instructions. My body trembled with a confusing mixture of relief and anticipation, the welts on my bottom throbbing in time with my racing pulse.
“In that case,” Sven continued, his eyes finding mine across the chamber, “to demonstrate that as Sons of Odin, Erik and I know how to civilize and tame brilliant young women like Mary and Camille, I think I should punish Mary anally, while Erik demonstrates the loving use of a girl’s anus by fucking Camille’s ass.”
The words sent a shock of electricity through my entire body. All that had happened, all the humiliations and violations I had endured, couldn’t keep the prospect of being taken anally by Sven—my true Herra, my master—here in the sanctuary of the enemy from making my pulse quicken and my pussy clench with renewed desire. To be reclaimed by him in the most intimate way possible, to have him mark me as his own before these men who had used me for purposes opposed to Sven’s… the thought was terrifying and thrilling in equal measure.
Marmareus looked up at him, clearly puzzled by this unexpected proposal. His hand remained on the gun, his fingers curled around its grip with casual readiness. The chamber had grown unnaturally quiet, the only sounds my labored breathing and Camille’s soft whimpers as Brutus continued to hold her on the edge of release.
“What are you up to, Sven?” Marmareus asked calmly, his voice betraying nothing but mild curiosity. “If you would like to let Mary whisper something into your ear, I have no objection, though of course it will only mean that I can drag the information out of you, if I fail to get it from Mary.”
The casual cruelty of his words made me shiver. I remembered all too well the methods the Guard had employed to try to extract information from me—the diabolical saddle, the mastix, the relentless stimulation that had left me sobbing and broken. The thought of Sven enduring the masculine version of that treatment made my blood run cold.
Sven smiled then, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that seemed to reach across the space between us and touch something deep within my soul. In that moment, I thought I understood what he intended.
“No,” Sven said, his voice carrying that perfect blend of authority and reassurance that made my inner walls clench with longing. “I merely want you Guardsmen to see the matter as we see it. Come with us, and enjoy our bed thralls’ mouths as we fuck their bottoms. I feel sure we’ll be able to resolve this impasse.”
My heart leapt in my chest as the realization bloomed within me. Of course—Sven wanted to send me to Yggdrasil one more time, with him inside me, so that I could figure out what to do with my intel about the virus. I knew Sven didn’t know the nature of the intel, but he knew I knew something important, something that might shift the balance of power in this dangerous game.
When Sven fucked my ass, the intensity of the sensation would trigger my völva senses. The exquisite pain-pleasure of that most intimate invasion would open the pathways to the cosmic tree, would allow me to see which branch of possible futures we needed to follow. The realization made me tremble with a mixture of anticipation and fear.
Marmareus appeared bemused by the suggestion, his dark eyes calculating as they moved from Sven to Erik and back again. After a moment of consideration, he nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“An intriguing proposition,” he said, rising from his seat with fluid grace. “Very well. Let us observe your methods.”
Erik had already stood, his powerful frame imposing beneath the ceremonial robe. He moved toward Camille with purposeful strides, his expression a perfect mask of controlled desire. I watched him approach my sister völva, saw the mixture of fear and relief that crossed her features as she recognized that her true master would now reclaim her.
Marmareus stood, adjusting his robe with casual elegance. “Nymphobi,” he commanded, “you have permission to enjoy Nupta Cassandra and Nupta Viola while our guests demonstrate their mastery.”
I watched, pussy clenching, as Lucius and Brutus led Cassandra and Viola to just in front of the table, the Nymphobi’s cocks still shining from my and Camille’s pussies. The Nuptae dropped to their knees with practiced grace, their mouths opening to receive the massive organs that had so recently been inside Camille and me. The sight was obscene yet mesmerizing—the perfect synchronicity of their movements, the way they took the enormous cocks into their throats without apparent hesitation or discomfort.