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)
There it was again—his permission, explicit and absolute, to find pleasure in the satisfaction of my most forbidden needs. More than that, I saw the pleasure he took in watching me used by another man, a man with whom he had deliberately shared me. The knowledge sent a new flash of confused arousal washing through me, making my inner walls clench involuntarily around Lucius’ invading hardness.
My pussy was already sore from the diabolical saddle Marmareus had forced me to ride in my cell, the hours of stimulation having left my most sensitive flesh tender and overly receptive. Yet even amid the discomfort I found myself quickly approaching the edge of climax as Lucius established a steady, powerful rhythm.
Each thrust drove me forward against the restraints before the grip on my belt yanked me back to meet the next penetration. The dual sensations of being pushed and pulled, of being completely controlled in my movements, intensified the building pleasure in my core.
I tried to focus on Sven’s face, on maintaining that tenuous connection across the chamber, but the mounting tension in my body made concentration increasingly difficult. My vision blurred as Lucius found a particularly sensitive spot deep inside me, the head of his cock pressing against it with unerring accuracy.
It was only as my body trembled on the precipice of release that I realized the true extent of the Nymphobi’s skill. Just as the first delicious waves of orgasm began to build, Lucius altered his rhythm, slowing his thrusts to a maddeningly deliberate pace. The change was so subtle, so expertly timed, that I might not have noticed had I not been so desperately focused on what was happening to my body.
“No,” I whimpered, my voice small and desperate in the vast chamber. “Please…”
Beside me, Camille let out a similar sound of frustration, her body tensing against her restraints as Brutus denied her her own climax with an equally masterful change in tempo. The synchronicity of their movements was uncanny, as if they shared a single consciousness divided between two powerful bodies.
Lucius leaned forward, his breath hot against my ear. “Not yet, little Columba,” he whispered, the words for me alone. “The Leo has not given permission.”
I sobbed as understanding crashed over me like an icy wave. This wasn’t merely about physical domination—it was about controlling my consciousness. Every time Lucius yanked me back from the edge of climax, I could feel my journey to Yggdrasil reversing, the mystical pathways closing before I could traverse them. The branches of the world tree, which had seemed so tantalizingly close moments before, now receded into the distance of my consciousness.
It was the same problem I’d encountered on the saddle in my cell, but inverted. Where too many orgasms had scattered my vision, making it impossible to focus on any single branch of possible futures, now the deliberate denial of release prevented me from reaching the tree at all. My völva senses fluttered uselessly at the edges of my awareness, like a bird with clipped wings attempting flight.
“Please,” I gasped again, no longer certain who I was begging—Lucius, Marmareus, or Sven himself. “I need to… I have to…”
But Lucius only chuckled, a dark sound of satisfaction as he continued his relentless rhythm, bringing me to the edge only to deny me at the crucial moment. My body burned with unfulfilled need, sweat slicking my skin as I strained against the leather restraints. The metal rings securing my cuffs to the bench jangled with my efforts, a counterpoint to the wet sounds of penetration and the harsh breathing that filled the chamber.
I cast my gaze desperately toward Sven, trying to communicate with my eyes what I couldn’t say aloud. The information about Georgy’s computer virus felt like a physical weight in my mind, pressing against my temples with increasing urgency. If I could only reach Yggdrasil, I knew I could find the right branch, the right future where I could warn Sven properly. But the pathways remained closed, my völva senses muddled.
“As you can see,” Marmareus said, his voice carrying across the chamber, “the Nymphobi are skilled cocksmen. Trained for years in the arts of pleasure and control.”
I moaned as Lucius brought me to the edge once again, his massive cock hitting that perfect spot inside me before he deliberately slowed, denying me release with cruel precision. My entire body trembled with frustrated need, sweat trickling down my spine to mingle with the welts from Sven’s punishment.
“Mary and Camille,” Marmareus continued, his dark eyes moving between Sven and Erik with calculating intensity, “will not be allowed to orgasm until the end of the ritual, once an agreement has been negotiated.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. My pussy clenched helplessly around Lucius’ invading hardness as I processed their meaning. Not until an agreement was reached? How long would that take? Minutes? Hours? I wasn’t sure I could endure this exquisite torture much longer without breaking.