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)
Mary’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, curiosity mingling with the helpless arousal in her gaze. I smiled, continuing my explanation as she moved her attention back to my now-rigid penis, her small pink tongue tracing the thick vein along its length.
“From our very beginnings, more than a thousand years ago, we have worked to save civilization,” I told her, my fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Originally, that meant preserving our Viking ways as we became the Normans. But over the millennium since, men like myself have sought to find the perfect balance between the warrior nature of men’s biology and the noble impulse to do better, to be better—the synergy that comes from our dominance and our bed thralls’ submission.”
I paused, savoring the sensation as Mary, blushing as if at her own boldness, took me into her mouth fully, making the warm cavity plush and welcoming for her master’s manhood.
“Such a good girl,” I murmured, caressing the back of her neck as I held her to her lewd task. “You’re learning so quickly. You feel like velvet on my pik.”
I reached out with my other hand, all the way over her back so I could fondle her sweet little bottom, still rather pink from the whipping I had given her over the rowing bench of the ritual ship. I put my finger on her tiny, cringing anus to remind her of the difficult duty that awaited her, and Mary responded with a submissive, fearful whimper around my cock that made its length jump between her lips.
“Yes, lille en,” I told her sternly. “I’ll be in here very soon. You will be mine in every way.”
Mary
I could barely follow the meaning of Sven’s words, so aroused had it gotten me to be bound over the obscene saddle, to be made to tend to his enormous, rigid penis so tenderly—to be praised so humiliatingly for my growing skill.
I felt Sven rise from his chair, his cock slipping from between my lips as he stood. My face burned with shame as I heard his footsteps moving around behind me. I knew exactly what he would see—my most intimate parts exposed and vulnerable, still glistening with arousal from his own earlier pleasures.
A shock of mortification washed over me as I imagined Sven’s eyes roaming over my spread pussy and cringing anus. And yet, mingled with that shame was a surge of helpless affection. How could I feel this way about my captor? The man who had taken my virginity and was about to claim my final innocence? It made no sense, and yet I couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in my chest.
“Oh, Mary,” Sven’s deep voice rumbled from behind me. “You are so beautiful like this. Your little fisse is perfect—pink and glistening, begging for my touch.”
I whimpered softly, my pussy clenching at his words.
“And your sweet little rosebud,” he continued, his finger gently pressing at the exposed aperture. “So tiny and untouched. It makes my cock throb just looking at it, knowing I’ll be the first man ever to possess you here.”
My whole body flushed hot at his lewd praise. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions traveling through me—shame and arousal and that damnable affection that refused to be silenced.
“You’re trembling, lille en,” Sven murmured, his large hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “Are you afraid?”
“Y-yes,” I admitted in a tiny voice.
“Good,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “A little fear is natural. Bottom-fucking will hurt, especially this first time. But know that I will take care of you, Mary. You are mine now, to protect as well as to use. It will help you to know that you have no choice; you will have your Herra’s manhood in your bottom whenever I choose.”
His words sent another surge of confused emotion through me. How could he speak of protection when he was about to violate me in the most intimate way? And yet… I couldn’t deny the sense of safety I felt in his presence, even bound and helpless as I was.
I felt Sven’s hand caress my bottom gently, his touch both soothing and electrifying. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.
“Mary, my sweet lille en,” he murmured, “I want you to know that you’ve already exceeded my expectations. Your submission, your eagerness to please, they are both very satisfying.”
I flushed with pride at his words, even as a part of me recoiled at how easily I was accepting his praise.
“I knew from the moment I saw you in my lecture hall that you were special,” Sven continued. “But I wasn’t certain you would fit into our world, into our mission.”
His hand moved up my back, fingers tracing my spine in a way that made me shiver. “You’re not just going to be an excellent bed thrall, Mary. I believe you have the potential to be so much more. A völva of the Sons of Odin.”