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)
“Down, lille en,” I growled. “Show me.”
My swiftly hardening cock made it easy to concentrate on the here and now, despite the troubling demands of other, more worldly duties. At the back of my mind, though, I had the quick emergency conference call I had just conducted with the leaders of the Groupe Synergistique.
As I pressed Mary’s lovely breasts against the polished wood of my desk, I replayed the decisions we’d made, wondering whether I truly had in Mary O’Toole the kind of operative, the kind of völva-in-training, I needed for the assignment. I had asserted that to my brothers and to the French and Belgian magnates at the other end of the encrypted connection, certainly.
Indeed, Mary’s dossier left me in little doubt: her naughty initiative, the vague attempt to seduce her professor that had come from the restlessness of her unfulfilled submissive sexuality—they had placed her in precisely the right place at precisely the right time. From the perspective of the Sons of Odin, at least—and perhaps from the standpoint of saving civilization. If whatever the Pretorian Guard, with the corporate-governmental might of Selecta behind them, were doing in the Arctic posed the sort of threat I suspected… well, the mission on which I meant to send Mary might prove one of the most important things a Viking woman had accomplished in centuries.
One step at a time—though these steps would have to go much more quickly than I would have preferred.
“Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks, Mary,” I said sternly. “I told you to show me.”
Mary
With a little whimper in my throat, I obeyed my Herra. My face burning with shame, I reached back and spread the little peaches for Sven’s inspection. I could feel his eyes there, an almost-physical pressure like a ghostly version of his fingertip, going over every detail of my freshly shaved pussy and bottom crack—along with the marks left by Mor Astrid’s strap.
“Very good, lille en,” Sven murmured, his voice low and approving. “Your fisse looks perfect like this—smooth and bare, just as it should be.” His large hand came to rest on my lower back, the heat of his palm searing my skin. “And your little rosebud… still a bit red from last night, I see, and from the cleaning. But it will learn to welcome me more easily with time and training.”
I shuddered at his words, a confusing mixture of arousal and embarrassment flooding through me. How could I feel this way? How could his praise make me feel so… proud?
A shudder went through me as I felt Sven’s fingers trail down the cleft of my bottom, pausing to press gently against my tender anus. My embarrassment couldn’t keep me from pushing back slightly against his touch, my body betraying my growing need.
“Still sensitive, I see,” Sven murmured. “But eager, too. You’re learning well, lille en.”
His hand moved lower, cupping my bare pussy. I gasped as he slid a finger between my folds, finding me already slick with arousal.
“My, my,” he chuckled. “It seems the morning’s activities have left you quite worked up. Did you enjoy tasting your sister’s cunt, Mary? Did it excite you to have Camille’s tongue on your little fisse?”
I whimpered, unable to form words. How could I admit that yes, I had enjoyed it? That the taste of Camille on my tongue and the feel of her mouth on me had driven me to heights of pleasure I’d never imagined?
“Answer me, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice stern.
“Y-yes, Herra,” I whispered, my face burning with shame. “I… I liked it.”
“Good girl,” Sven praised, his finger circling my clit teasingly. “Honesty is important. You must never lie to your master.”
I moaned softly as he continued to work me, my hips moving of their own accord to seek more friction. Behind me, I could hear the other girls shifting in their seats, their breathing quickening as they watched my degradation.
Suddenly, Sven withdrew his hand. “Stand up and turn around,” he ordered.
I obeyed, my legs shaky as I faced him. Sven’s blue eyes bored into mine, dark with lust.
“You’ve pleased me this morning, Mary,” he said. “But now it’s time for your first lesson. Take your seat with the others.”
On unsteady legs, I made my way back to the empty chair, acutely aware of my nakedness and the wetness between my thighs. As I sat down, I couldn’t help but notice the other girls’ flushed faces and wide eyes. They had watched everything, seen my submission and my shameful arousal.
Sven moved to stand at the front of the small classroom. His presence seemed to fill the space, commanding our attention completely.
“Girls,” he began, his deep voice resonating through the room. “Welcome to your first lesson as operatives of the Sons of Odin. Today, we will begin to explore the rich history and mythology that forms the foundation of our order.”