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)
We passed several workers who nodded respectfully to Matthew and Sven, their eyes carefully averted from Camille’s and my naked forms. I had grown somewhat accustomed to my nudity in the presence of clothed others over the past week, but still felt the familiar heat of embarrassment warming my cheeks and chest. The contrast between our bare skin and the practical, utilitarian clothing of those around us never failed to bring to mind my status—as a woman and as a living symbol of my masters’ dominance, always available for their use.
The residential section of the facility was more warmly appointed than the industrial areas we had toured. The stark functionality gave way to a subtle luxury—not ostentatious, but comfortable. Carpeting softened our footsteps, and the walls had been painted in soft, muted tones.
“These will be your quarters during your stay,” Matthew said, gesturing toward a set of doors spaced evenly along the hallway. “Erik and Camille here, Sven and Mary next door, and I’m just across the hall should you need anything.”
The arrangement made my pulse quicken slightly. The proximity of Matthew’s quarters to ours was no coincidence, I knew. Though I belonged first and foremost to Sven, the sharing of my body with Matthew was part of the agreement that bound our groups together. The thought sent a confused shiver of anticipation and apprehension down my spine.
Erik guided Camille into their assigned quarters with a gentle hand on her lower back. She cast a quick glance at me over her shoulder, her dark eyes communicating a mixture of excitement and nervousness that I understood perfectly. We had traveled so far together, my sister völva and I, from that first bewildering encounter beneath Rouen, to Beaumont’s chateau, to New York, and finally to this strange new reality beneath the frozen north.
Matthew’s hand brushed mine, the brief contact sending an electric tingle across my skin. “I’ll leave you to rest,” he said, his dark eyes holding mine for a moment longer than necessary before he turned and crossed the hall to his own quarters. The door slid shut behind him with a soft pneumatic hiss, leaving Sven and me alone in the corridor.
Sven reached past me to press his palm against the scanner beside our assigned door. It slid open silently, revealing a surprisingly spacious suite beyond. Though not lavish by surface-world standards, the accommodations were far more comfortable than I had expected for an underground facility at the edge of the world. A king-sized bed dominated one wall. Soft lighting illuminated the space, casting a warm glow that made the utilitarian design feel almost homey.
As the door closed behind us, sealing us into our private sanctuary, I felt the atmosphere between us shift. The public personas we had maintained throughout the tour—his as the diplomatic representative of the Sons of Odin, mine as the shared possession that symbolized their alliance—fell away like discarded garments. Here, in this space that was ours alone, we could be simply Sven and Mary, master and bed thrall, Herra and völva.
Without conscious thought, I sank to my knees before him, the plush carpet cushioning my descent. The position felt right, felt natural—an acknowledgment of the bond between us that had begun with my foolish attempt to seduce the man who had made me so thoroughly his. My heart fluttered in my chest as I gazed up at him, taking in the powerful lines of his body, the broad shoulders that had carried the weight of his ancient order’s survival through these tumultuous days.
His eyes darkened as they met mine, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smile that made my pulse race. There was tenderness in that smile, yes, but also something primal, something possessive that made my pussy clench with anticipation. This was my Herra, the man who had claimed me so completely that he could share me with another and yet never lose his place in my heart.
“My little völva,” he murmured, his voice carrying that perfect blend of affection and authority that never failed to send shivers down my spine. “You’ve done so well these past days.”
His praise warmed me from within, melting something tight and anxious that had coiled in my chest since our arrival at Athena base. The weight of what we had witnessed—the skeletal framework of humanity’s last hope rising from the frozen earth, the maps showing the inevitable collapse of the world as we knew it—had left me feeling small, insignificant in the face of such monumental forces. Yet here, kneeling before my master, I found my center again.
“Thank you, Herra,” I whispered, my voice catching slightly with emotion. “I’m trying to be worthy of your trust.”
His hand reached down to cup my cheek, the callused palm warm against my skin. I leaned into the touch, my eyes drifting closed for a moment as I savored the simple pleasure of contact with Sven’s strong body.