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)
My body shuddered through the aftershocks, my fingers still buried shamefully in my own bottom as he held me pinned against him. Gradually, his touch transformed from dominant possession to something gentler. His hand moved from my throat to stroke my hair, his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me close as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“My brave little vǫlva,” he murmured, pressing tender kisses along my shoulder. “You’ve seen what needs to be done, and you’ve accepted it. I’m so proud of you.”
I withdrew my fingers from myself with a whimper, my whole body feeling boneless and limp. Aksel’s softening cock slipped from my pussy, and I felt his seed begin to trickle down my thigh—a primitive marking that made me clench with residual pleasure.
“It will be difficult,” he said, his voice taking on that measured, analytical tone I’d come to recognize. “Horakovsky is cruel and suspicious by nature. But you’ve found the key—his arrogance. That will be his undoing.”
He shifted us both, turning me in his arms so he could look into my eyes. His steel-gray gaze held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“Once you disable the security system, even for a moment, our sensors will detect it immediately. The Sons of Odin and our allies have teams positioned throughout the region, ready to mobilize. We’ll have strike forces at all three installations within minutes.”
I nodded, trying to feel reassured, but something nagged at the edges of my consciousness. “Herra,” I said hesitantly, “there was something else. At the very end of one of the branches, just out of reach. I couldn’t quite see it, but…” I shivered despite the warmth of his arms. “Something felt wrong. Like a reversal, a trap maybe. As if everything might not be what it seems.”
His expression grew serious, and he studied my face carefully. “Your awareness of that possibility is what will save you,” he said finally. “Trust your instincts, little one. If something feels wrong, it probably is. The fact that you can sense danger you can’t yet fully see means your abilities are growing even stronger than I’d hoped.”
He rose from the bed, helping me to my feet with surprising gentleness considering how roughly he’d just used me. My legs trembled, barely supporting my weight, and I had to lean against him as he helped me dress. The simple sundress felt strange against my hypersensitive skin, covering the marks of his ownership—the welts on my bottom, the seed trickling out of my thoroughly fucked holes.
When we reached the outside door, Aksel took me into his arms and held me tightly for long seconds. He kissed me tenderly, and I remembered with a blush how we had confessed our love for each other in the midst of my degradation, my punishment, my shameful service to his pleasure.
“I love you, little vǫlva,” he murmured into my ear. “You will make me very proud.”
“I love you, too, Herra,” I whispered, my voice quavering audibly. “I will do my best.”
CHAPTER 15
Lorna
Driving back to the prime ministerial residence after my training—what felt to me like my cataclysmic session serving the mysterious man whom for some reason it seemed I loved as I’d never loved anyone before—I tried to figure out what came next. Somehow I had to find a way to offer myself to Georgy Horakovsky.
I thought back to my visions of the world tree, and I realized something else, something new about them. Every detail of a thread, a path out along a bough, a branch, a twig, a leaf, was present, but it took great effort for me—a vǫlva, I called myself in my head for the first time—to carry those details back out.
Perhaps I hadn’t progressed far enough in my training, or perhaps even the most experienced of the völur couldn’t remember everything. In any case, I didn’t know how it should go, in the immediate future: how I could get from the present, driving my car, to the course of events I needed to bring about, where the prime minister’s wife begged a Russian warlord to use her like a whore.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles actually, visibly turning white. The cityscape blurred past me, but my mind lay elsewhere, still reeling from the intensity of Aksel’s touch, his commands, and the visions that had overwhelmed me. The world tree, Yggdrasil, had shown me paths I never thought I’d have to walk, and now I had to find a way to make those visions a reality.
The thought of offering myself to Horakovsky made my stomach churn. The man was a monster, a brutal and calculating oligarch who saw people as pawns in his grand schemes. But Aksel had commanded it, and more important, the fate of Jagland rested on my ability to infiltrate Horakovsky’s inner circle. I had to find a way to make him believe I was genuinely interested, that I was willing to submit to his every whim.