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, no,” I moaned, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please… Herra… Leo…”
The moment the words left my lips, I knew I’d made a mistake. The chamber fell silent except for the wet sounds of the Nymphobi’s continued thrusting. Even they seemed to slow, as if sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere. I felt Lucius pause, his massive cock still buried deep inside me, as all eyes turned toward me.
Marmareus’ expression changed, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with renewed interest.
“Is there something you’d like to tell your masters, Mary?” he asked, his voice stern, carrying an undercurrent of danger that made my blood run cold.
I saw a look of unease flicker across Sven’s face—there and gone in an instant, but unmistakable to one who knew him as intimately as I did. That tiny crack in his impassive mask terrified me more than anything that had happened since our arrival in New York. If Sven was worried, then the situation was truly perilous.
With a deliberate calm that somehow intensified the menace of the moment, Marmareus reached beneath the obsidian table. When his hand reappeared, it held a sleek black pistol, its surface gleaming dully in the chamber’s ruddy light. Without haste, without drama, he pointed it directly at Sven’s head.
“I think,” Marmareus said, his voice betraying no emotion whatsoever, “that it’s time we dispensed with the pretense. You are not Pretorian Guard. You are not Groupe Synergistique. And this girl—” he nodded toward me, “—knows something she’s desperate to tell you.”
My body reacted instinctively, straining against the restraints that bound me to the bench. I managed to thrust my whipped bottom backwards just enough to change the angle of Lucius’s latest thrust so that he hit my g-spot with devastating precision. The sudden, intense pleasure crashed through me, overwhelming the careful control the Nymphobus had maintained over my responses.
I started to come, my pussy clenching rhythmically around the Nymphobus’ massive cock, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. Though I had caused it, the power of the orgasm took me by surprise, its intensity magnified by the long minutes of denial that had preceded it.
And in that moment of release, my consciousness expanded, transcending the limitations of my physical form. I went instantly into the branches of Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree unfurling before my inner vision with breathtaking clarity.
Time seemed to slow, to stretch like warm honey, as I navigated the tangled pathways of possible futures. I saw countless branches spreading before me, each representing a different outcome, a different path forward from this perilous moment. Some led to darkness, to violence and death. Others offered the faintest glimmer of hope, of survival and eventual triumph.
I moved through them with the instinctive knowledge of a völva, my consciousness drawn inexorably toward the branches that glowed with the greatest potential for balance, for the preservation of what truly mattered. And as I traveled, I saw with perfect clarity what I needed to do.
It wasn’t the virus I should speak of. No. If I mentioned Georgy’s plan to attack Paris’ power grid, the Pretorian Guard would assume the Sons of Odin had planted it themselves. They would see it as confirmation of their suspicions, as proof that Sven and Erik were agents of chaos rather than of civilization. But… if I could somehow reinforce the two groups’ shared values…
“Herra,” I cried through the overwhelming ecstasy of my stolen orgasm, “in the Arctic… they’re… they’re building a space station to… to save civilization.”
CHAPTER 48
Mary
“What an interesting thing to say,” Marmareus observed coolly. My heart pounded as I watched him lower the gun and place it on the table, with his hand still atop it, as if ready to use it at the slightest sign of resistance from Sven or Erik. “While we figure out what to do about it, Nymphobus Lucius, please punish this naughty Nupta for her illicit orgasm.”
The sudden emptiness left by Lucius withdrawing from my pussy felt like a physical shock, a void where moments before there had been overwhelming fullness. I barely had time to process the sensation before his massive hand connected with my exposed bottom, the sharp crack of palm against flesh echoing through the chamber like a gunshot.
“Ah!” I cried out, my body jerking against the restraints that held me bound to the fucking bench. The initial sting bloomed into a spreading heat that radiated outward from the point of impact, awakening the welts Sven had placed there earlier. Before I could recover, Lucius’ hand fell again, landing on the opposite cheek with equal force.
His left hand gripped my belt with iron strength, holding me steady for his punishment. Each time I instinctively tried to squirm away from the punishing blows, the belt bit into my waist, forcing me back into position. The leather creaked with my desperate movements, the metal rings securing my restraints to the bench jingling in counterpoint to the rhythmic slaps of Lucius’s palm.