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)
I lay still for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the room. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of Viking conquest and Norse mythology. The flickering light from the dying embers in the hearth cast dancing shadows across the woven images, bringing them to life in a mesmerizing display.
Sven’s hand began to move, sliding down my hip and between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found my sensitive flesh, still tender from the night before. He growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body.
“I know you’re sore, lille en,” Sven murmured, his voice rough with sleep and arousal. “But my cock is hard, and I need to fuck.”
His words sent a jolt of confused desire through me. I should have recoiled, should have protested. But to my shame, I felt a gush of wetness coat Sven’s probing fingers. My body, it seemed, had already accepted its new reality, even if my mind still struggled.
With surprising gentleness, Sven rolled me onto my back. His blue eyes, dark with lust, bored into mine as he grasped my legs, bending my knees back toward my chest. The position left me completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to his gaze and his touch.
“Look at me, Mary,” Sven commanded softly. “I want to see your eyes as I take you.”
I whimpered, unable to look away as I felt the blunt head of his cock press against the entrance to my sheath. Despite my body’s eagerness, I tensed, anticipating pain. Sven held still, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Make up your mind to please me, girl. You have no choice. This little fisse is mine to fill.”
Then I cried out as he thrust hard into my pussy and began to fuck, his huge shaft driving in and out so that I sobbed in discomfort—but also with helpless desire.
Sven’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense and unwavering as he thrust into me again and again. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through my body, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me gasping. I could see the muscles in his arms and chest rippling with effort, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the dim light.
The bed creaked rhythmically with Sven’s movements, the sound echoing off the stone walls of his chamber. I was acutely aware of every sensation—the stretch of my overused vagina around his thick shaft, the slight burn as he bottomed out inside me, the warmth of his breath on my face as he exhaled, only very slightly labored with his brutal exertions.
The soreness felt terribly present, but still I found myself arching into his thrusts, my body instinctively seeking more though I knew I couldn’t come, the discomfort being so great. I watched the play of emotions across Sven’s face—concentration, pleasure, and another sentiment that I didn’t want to acknowledge, because it messed with me so deeply: tenderness. His brow furrowed slightly, and I knew he was close to his release.
With a final, powerful drive, Sven buried himself fully inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he came, flooding my insides with his hot seed. He grunted deeply, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together.
I felt a surge of insane pride at having pleased my Herra. I had taken him without complaint, despite my soreness. I had been a good thrall, a worthy vessel for his pleasure. Perhaps my master would even reward me, I reflected.
As his breathing slowed, Sven carefully lowered my legs and gathered me into his arms. He nuzzled my neck, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. “Thank you, lille en,” he murmured. “You’ve served me well this morning.”
I blushed at his praise, a warm glow spreading through my chest. To my dismay, I realized that the feeling wasn’t just pride or satisfaction at a job well done. No, this was something deeper, more profound. With a jolt of shock, I recognized it for what it was—love. Somehow, against all reason, I had begun to fall in love with my captor, my master, my Herra.
Sven’s hand stroked my hair gently as he began to speak. “Now that you’ve been properly claimed, Mary, your real training will begin.” His voice took on a more serious tone. “You’ll learn the ways of our people, the sacred traditions we’ve kept alive for over a thousand years.”
I felt my cheeks grow hot as he continued, detailing the lessons that lay ahead. “You’ll study our language, our history, our customs. You’ll learn to please me in ways you’ve never imagined.” His hand trailed down my spine, making me shiver. “And you’ll discover the power that comes from true submission.”
I felt my face grow hot as Sven explained the first task that awaited me and the other new bed thralls.