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 whimpered, unable to tear my gaze away from his imposing manhood. It looked impossibly large—how could something like that possibly find room inside me? And yet, my traitorous body clenched with need at the very thought.
Sven’s hand came to rest on my head, his fingers tangling in my red hair. “Sons of Odin,” he called out, his voice echoing through the cavern. “The time has come to proclaim our ownership of these thralls. Let them confess their need and pledge their bodies to our service.”
I heard movement around me, the sound of the other men positioning themselves before their chosen girls. Sven’s hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back slightly so I was forced to look up at him. His steel-blue eyes bored into mine, filled with a primal hunger that made me shudder.
I felt his other hand reach over my back, his fingers finding my wet folds once more. I gasped as he began to stroke my sensitive inner lips, his touch expert and maddening. As Sven worked his magic on my aching pussy, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his massive cock. To my utter mortification, I felt my mouth begin to water at the sight. What was wrong with me? How could I be reacting this way to my own kidnapping, to this bizarre ritual?
But his manhood looked so powerful, so virile. The thick vein running along its length pulsed visibly. The head glistened, a bead of clear fluid forming at the tip. I found myself wondering what it would taste like, what it would feel like on my tongue…
I shook my head, trying to dispel these shameful thoughts. But Sven’s expert touch between my legs made it impossible to think clearly.
Suddenly, a man’s voice rang out from further down the ship. “I, Henrik, claim this thrall, Amélie, as my own. She belongs to me, body and soul.”
There was a pause, filled only with the sound of soft weeping. Then a girl’s voice—Amélie, I assumed—spoke in trembling French. It was too soft and too complex for me to follow, but her tone of desperate need was unmistakable.
Sven leaned down and whispered a translation in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. “She says: ‘I need to serve you, Master Henrik. I pledge to please you with my body. I am yours to use as you will.’”
A piercing scream cut through the air, making me flinch. It was a cry of pain, yes, but mixed with so much more… pleasure… surrender. I heard the rhythmic movement of a man’s forceful thrusts, punctuated by Amélie’s sobs and moans.
“He’s taken her virginity,” Sven murmured, his fingers never ceasing their maddening dance on my clit. “His cock is in her little fisse now. He’s claiming her fully as his thrall. Soon, lille en, it will be your turn.”
I whimpered, my hips pressing back against his hand of their own accord. The sounds of Amélie’s defloration filled the cavern, and I found myself growing even wetter. My nipples tightened almost painfully, scraping against the rough wood of the bench.
I should have been horrified, should have been fighting against my bonds with every ounce of strength. Instead, I felt myself surrendering to the sensations, to the dark desires Sven had awakened within me. As Amélie’s cries of pain gave way to unmistakable moans of pleasure, I trembled in anticipation of my own claiming.
CHAPTER 5
Mary
Three more times I heard the ritual repeated, each man proclaiming ownership of his chosen thrall. The girls’ responses blurred together, a chorus of need and surrender in rapid French. With each defloration, the cavern filled again with cries of pain and pleasure. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat.
My entire body trembled as I waited for my turn, Sven’s fingers never ceasing their torturous dance on my most sensitive flesh. I was so wet now that I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. My nipples ached, rubbed raw against the bench.
Then I heard Erik’s voice, strong and clear. “I, Erik, claim this thrall, Camille, as my own. She belongs to me, body and soul.”
There was a moment of tense silence. I strained to turn my head, catching a glimpse of Camille’s face. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes blazing with defiance. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought she might refuse.
But then Camille spoke, her voice low and husky. “J’ai besoin de vous servir, maître Erik. Je m’engage à vous faire plaisir avec mon corps. Je suis à vous pour m’utiliser comme vous le voulez.”
I didn’t need Sven’s translation to understand the meaning behind her words. Camille’s tone dripped with need, with surrender. A shudder ran through me as I realized how close I was to uttering those same words.
Erik’s grunt of satisfaction was followed by Camille’s sharp cry. I heard the wet sound of his cock entering her, claiming her. Camille’s defiant facade crumbled as Erik began to thrust. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the cavern walls, together with the obscene, rhythmic sounds of energetic fucking.