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)
In that wide-eyed green gaze, did I see something more than I had expected? Not just wonder, but understanding and judgment? I had enjoyed several bed thralls before in my years as a full Son of Odin, and I had seen that look in the eyes of some of them, but only after months of learning and service.
Perhaps this trial would have a different result from what I expected. A warmth came into my chest, of affection and of frank jealousy. The possibility that my own völva would have to depart on this dangerous mission took on a bit of troubling substance.
“We will fuck their fisse now,” I announced to my brothers. “Ride hard and well, warriors!”
Mary
I couldn’t help it. I rode the saddle lewdly as Sven walked around to my rear. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding my clit against the secret leather-covered knob as I watched the other Sons of Odin do as their Overherra did. Each moved behind his girl and prepared to enter her. The sight of those powerful men positioning themselves, their rigid manhoods glistening, combined with the delicious friction against my moving pussy, nearly made me come, though I felt sure I would pay a terrible penalty if I did.
I felt Sven’s large hands grip my hips, holding me still. The blunt head of his massive cock pressed against the slick opening to my aching sheath, and I whimpered in anticipation. Without further warning, he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. I cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness, the exquisite stretch of my pussy around his thick shaft.
My eyes fluttered, and I couldn’t decide whether to keep them open or closed. If I closed them, I could focus entirely on the sensations—the way Sven’s cock filled me so completely, the slight burn as my body adjusted to his size, the delicious pressure of the saddle against my clit. But if I kept them open, I could watch the other girls being claimed just as thoroughly, could see the expressions of ecstasy on their faces as their masters took them.
In the end, I couldn’t bear to look away. I watched as Erik gripped Camille’s hips, driving into her with powerful thrusts that made her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sophie’s face was a mask of bliss as Aksel fucked her, her lithe body arching to meet each of his strokes. Amélie whimpered and moaned as Henrik pounded into her, her hands clenching and unclenching where they were bound to the saddle.
The sight of their submission, coupled with my own, sent me spiraling higher. Sven’s cock stretched me so perfectly, hitting spots deep inside with each movement of his thick shaft. Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, building and building until I felt I might shatter from the intensity.
“That’s it, lille en,” Sven growled behind me, his voice thick with lust. “Take your Herra’s pik. Work that sweet cunt.”
His words spurred me on, and I began to move my hips in counterpoint to his thrusts, taking him even deeper. The new angles brought new sensations, and I cried out wordlessly, lost in ecstasy.
Suddenly, that strange but increasingly familiar feeling again washed over me. The physical realities—Sven’s cock pounding into me, the saddle rubbing against my clit—seemed to fade into the background. In their place, I heard a rushing wind and I felt as though I was expanding, my consciousness stretching out beyond the confines of my body, back to the world tree I had glimpsed when Sven had used my mouth.
The flashes of other times and other places came even more clearly: the ships, the sea, the cities, the farms… caverns… gatherings of people and clashes of arms…
As Sven’s powerful thrusts continued, I felt myself slipping deeper into that altered state. The physical facts blurred and faded, replaced by vivid visions that flickered through my mind like an ancient film reel.
The visions came faster now, a kaleidoscope of images and ideas. I saw vast, echoing caverns lit by flickering torchlight, heard the low chanting of robed figures engaged in some arcane ritual. I witnessed great gatherings of people in amphitheaters, their voices rising in a thunderous roar.
Through it all, I was dimly aware of Sven’s cock still moving within me, of his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. But these physical sensations seemed distant, almost unreal compared to the vivid scenes unfolding in my mind’s eye.
“Come for me, lille en.” Sven’s voice cut through the visions, deep and commanding. “Let me feel that sweet cunt grip my pik.”
His words triggered something primal within me. The visions blurred and merged, colors swirling together like paint on a canvas. I felt myself hurtling through time and space, traveling along the branches of Yggdrasil at dizzying speed.