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)
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his touch. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the stretch and burn in my bottom, the jolts of pleasure from my clit.
“That’s it, lille en,” Sven murmured.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips bucked wildly against the bench as thrills of intense pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my voice echoing off the stone walls as I climaxed hard, whimpering my submission.
“Oh God, oh God,” I moaned, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Sven’s fingers never stopped moving, drawing out my orgasm until I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.
As the last tremors subsided, I collapsed against the bench, panting heavily. My mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. How could something so wrong feel so incredibly good?
Sven’s deep chuckle brought me back to reality. “Good girl,” he crooned, his hand stroking my back soothingly. “You’ve pleased your master well.”
Before I could respond, Sven’s voice rang out, addressing the other Sons of Odin in that harsh, beautiful language. Then he translated for us thralls:
“Brothers, the time has come. Unbind your women and bring them to our houses. There, we will complete their training and truly make them ours.”
I heard the rustle of movement around me as the men began to free the other girls from their bonds. Sven’s large hands worked quickly, untying the leather straps that had held me in place for so long. As the last knot came undone, I tried to push myself up, but my arms trembled with weakness.
Sven didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck for support. My naked body pressed against his chest, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart.
As Sven carried me away from the bench, I caught glimpses of the other girls being lifted by their masters. Camille struggled weakly in Erik’s arms, but her resistance seemed half-hearted at best. Amélie clung to Henrik, her face buried in his shoulder. Sophie appeared almost serene in Aksel’s embrace.
We left the ritual sanctuary, entering a long corridor carved directly into the rock. Torches flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to come alive in the dim light. The air grew cooler as we descended deeper into the earth, and I shivered, pressing closer to Sven’s warmth.
The corridor branched off into smaller passages, each leading to a heavy wooden door. As we reached one such door, Sven paused, shifting me in his arms to free one hand. He pushed the door open, revealing a chamber beyond.
“Welcome to my house, lille en,” Sven murmured as he carried me inside.
CHAPTER 10
Sven
I carried Mary over the threshold of my house, carved into the limestone beneath Rouen. I could feel her small body tremble against my chest. As I stepped inside, I savored the familiar scent of oak and leather permeating the air. The flickering light from the hearth cast dancing shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the intricate tapestries depicting scenes from our proud Norse history.
My eyes fell upon the bride saddle—its sturdy wooden frame adorned with soft leather straps. It stood in the center of the room, a symbol of my dominance and Mary’s newfound submission. Without hesitation, I strode toward it, Mary still cradled in my arms.
“This will be your place of training, lille en,” I murmured as I carefully positioned her on the saddle.
Mary whimpered softly as I began securing her to the frame. The leather straps whispered against her pale skin as I tightened them, ensuring she was spread open and vulnerable before me. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and arousal, never left my face as I worked.
Once she was bound to my satisfaction, I moved to sit in the ornate chair that faced the bride saddle. The ancient wood creaked slightly under my weight, evoking for me the generations of Sons of Odin who had sat here before me, training their own thralls.
“Come, Mary,” I commanded, gesturing for her to lean forward. “Show your master how eager you are to please him.”
Hesitantly, she stretched her neck, bringing her face close to my masculine lap. I could feel her warm breath ghosting over my cock, already half-hard with anticipation.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, running my fingers through her fiery hair. “Nuzzle me. Worship your master with your mouth. Prepare me for your bottom and show me what you learned on your voyage.”
Mary’s tongue darted out, licking deliciously along my swelling shaft, then tentatively lapping at my balls. I groaned in approval, feeling myself harden fully under her ministrations. As she grew bolder, taking one testicle into her mouth and suckling gently, I began to speak.
“You may think, lille en, that you and the other girls have been brought here merely to satisfy our carnal desires,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the pleasure rocketing through me. “But the Sons of Odin have a far greater purpose.”