Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Women who’d spent years learning to access their sight arched their back and squirmed their backsides this way as they were fucked, in search of their journey to the world tree. Lorna’s consciousness wasn’t just brushing against the tree; she was climbing through its branches with the confidence of someone who’d walked that path a hundred times before.
“Remarkable,” I murmured, studying the way her body trembled beneath me, the movements in search of further pleasure that told me she was deep in vision. The collar enhanced natural ability, yes, but this level of clarity after such minimal training? Either Lorna possessed extraordinary latent talent, or the combination of her political knowledge and suppressed nature had created the perfect conditions for awakening.
I decided to test just how far her sight could reach.
“Lorna,” I said, maintaining my rhythm inside her, using the physical sensation to anchor her even as her mind soared. “Can you see your husband right now? Where is Takken at this very moment?”
I felt her consciousness shift, following the command like a hound catching a scent. Her inner walls clenched around my cock as she searched, and I had to focus to maintain my control. Through our connection, I sensed her following threads—some völur described them as colorful… golden, silver, black, red—through the branches of her vision.
“Focus on him,” I commanded, angling my hips to strike that spot deep inside that made her cry out. “Let your body’s response guide your sight. When you find him, when you truly see where he is and what he’s doing, I’ll let you come.”
The promise made her sob with need. I’d kept her on the edge for so long that her entire body vibrated with desperate tension. Many völur maintained that orgasm at the moment of vision could crystallize understanding in ways that slower, painstaking meditation couldn’t achieve. The ancient seeresses had known this too, though they attributed it to divine possession rather than the neurochemical cascade that actually occurred.
“Please,” she gasped, her consciousness diving deeper into the web of connections. “I can almost… there’s something…”
I reached around to find her clit, circling it with precise pressure. “Tell me what you see, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Her back arched as much as the bonds would allow. “He’s… oh, God, he’s not at the ministry. He’s in… a hotel? The Rikhard. Room… room 1247. There’s a woman, but not… not one of his usual…” She gasped, her vision sharpening. “Red hair. Russian accent. She has documents. Classified documents about our naval defense positions.”
The specificity of her vision impressed me beyond measure. Even our most gifted völur usually took months to achieve this level of detail. I increased the pressure on her clit, driving deeper into her tight channel.
“Good girl,” I praised, feeling her entire body respond to the words. “You’ve found him. Now come for me.”
Lorna
I screamed as all the mingled sensations and impressions seemed to join together into a white-hot ball inside my throbbing pussy, where my Herra’s cock came and went in a brutal, galloping rhythm. The climax tore through me like lightning finding ground, my entire existence narrowing to that point where Aksel’s thick tool stretched and filled me. Every muscle in my body locked as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. Through the overwhelming sensations, I felt him swell inside me, felt the heat of his release as he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise.
But even as my body shuddered through the most intense orgasm of my life, my consciousness remained split. In that other place—Yggdrasil’s tangled realm of silver branches and golden threads—I watched the scene in the hotel room with perfect clarity. Takken sat on the edge of an expensive bed, his shirt half-unbuttoned, completely oblivious to the fact that the redhead sliding documents into her designer bag had just played him for a fool.
“The underwater plants,” I gasped, the words torn from me between aftershocks. “She knows about the underwater energy plants. Takken thinks he gave her false coordinates, but she’s using the metadata. The file timestamps, the geolocation tags—Horakovsky will triangulate the real positions.”
Aksel’s cock pulsed inside me one final time before he slowly withdrew. I whimpered at the emptiness, at the feeling of his seed beginning to trickle from my thoroughly used pussy. The physical sensation grounded me, pulling me back from the vision even as my mind raced with the implications of what I’d seen.
“Exceptional,” Aksel murmured, and I heard genuine surprise in his voice for the first time since I’d met him. His hands moved to the ropes binding my wrists, working the knots with practiced efficiency. “Your sight is far stronger than I had anticipated.”
The moment my arms were free, the blood rushing back into them made me cry out. But before I could even think about moving, Aksel’s strong hands were on me again. He lifted me from the bench as if I weighed nothing, throwing me over his shoulder in one smooth motion. The ropy muscles of his huge arm pressed against my welted bottom, making me whimper with pain and, worse, new arousal—distressingly quick to reawaken.