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)
I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, quickly masked by determination. “What… what happened to the others?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I took a deep breath, knowing I owed her the truth. “Three returned successfully,” I said, my tone carefully neutral. “One… one did not.”
Mary’s sharp intake of breath told me she understood the implication. I tightened my arms around her, as if I could shield her from the dangers that lay ahead through sheer force of will.
“But you and Camille are different,” I continued, infusing my voice with confidence. “Especially you, lille en. I’ve never sent out a völva with more natural talent.”
Mary
I felt my cheeks flush hot at Sven’s words of praise. My heart swelled with pride even as anxiety churned in my stomach. I was scared—terrified, really—of the whipping that awaited me tomorrow and the dangerous mission that lay ahead. Yet beneath that fear, a small part of me thrilled at the thought of proving myself worthy of Sven’s faith in me.
As I lay there in his strong arms, my mind raced in a dozen different directions at once. I found myself almost unable to think straight, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions and realizations crashing over me.
A sudden thought struck me—when Camille and I were out in the field on this mission, we might have a chance to escape. To run away from all of this and reclaim our old lives—even to report the crazy, kinky Sons of Odin to some set of authorities… maybe even to Selecta itself. The idea sent a jolt through me, a physical shiver that seemed to come from both excitement and dread. Sven’s arms tightened around me, and for an instant I wondered if he could read my mind, before I understood that my master meant not to imprison me, but to comfort me.
Even as I contemplated the possibility of freedom, though, I realized with a start that I didn’t want to leave. Somehow, in the span of just a few days, I had fallen desperately, hopelessly in love with Sven. The thought of never seeing him again, never feeling his touch or hearing his voice, made my chest ache with a pain far worse than any whip could inflict.
What had happened to me? I wondered if I had begun to go insane—if the ‘visions’ had actually come not from some Norse super-consciousness, but from induced lunacy. How could I have developed such intense feelings for my captor? How could I contemplate risking my life on a mission for an organization I barely understood? How could I believe that I’d been granted mystical access to the world tree?
Yet I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to Sven’s nearness, or the sense of purpose that filled me when I thought about using my strange, newfound abilities as a völva to… well, to save civilization, if my master were to be believed.
“Herra,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. “I… I’m scared. But I want to make you proud.”
Sven’s arms tightened even more, and I felt his lips brush against my forehead. “You already have, lille en,” he murmured. “You’ve shown more courage and aptitude than I dared hope for.”
His praise sent a new warmth spreading through my chest, momentarily quieting the storm of emotions in my head and my body. I nuzzled closer, breathing in his masculine scent and letting it calm me.
I looked up into Sven’s face, my breath catching in my throat as I met his intense blue gaze. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his strong features, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the depth of his eyes. In that moment, I felt as if I could lose myself completely in their icy depths.
A sudden, overwhelming need crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched painfully, an aching emptiness taking hold deep in my core. I needed Sven inside me, needed to feel the stretch of his thick cock filling me completely. The intensity of the desire made me dizzy, my entire body trembling with barely contained lust.
I must in fact be going insane, I thought wildly. How could I want him so desperately, so suddenly? Just moments ago we had been discussing the dangers that lay ahead, the terrifying realities of the mission I was about to undertake. Yet now, all I could think about was the burning need between my thighs, the primal urge to be claimed and possessed by my master despite it all.
As I gazed into Sven’s eyes, I saw the exact moment he recognized my desperate need. His pupils dilated, a predatory gleam entering his gaze as he took in my flushed cheeks and heaving chest. I didn’t have to say a word—he knew exactly what I craved.
A wave of love washed over me, so intense it nearly brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t have to beg, didn’t have to humiliate myself by pleading for his cock. Sven understood my needs, perhaps even better than I did myself.