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)
“Obey him, lille en,” I commanded. “You girls are vessels of your masters’ mutual interests. In sharing you, we grow closer to one another.”
Mary
I gasped, my body trembling between the two men who now claimed me from opposite ends. Pain and pleasure mingled as I stretched my neck forward to obey Marmareus’ command, even as Sven continued his relentless assault on my bottom’s too-full hole. My confused brain found in the discomfort in my anus a stern command from my master—to make my lips soft for Marmareus’ enjoyment as they parted to accept the Leo’s impressive manhood.
The head of his cock brushed against my mouth, warm and smooth, carrying a faint saltiness that made my pulse quicken with shameful arousal. I darted my tongue out to taste him, to wet my lips before taking him inside. My mind reeled at the sheer humiliation of it all—bound to a fucking bench, my bottom impaled on my Herra’s massive hardness while another man, an enemy, used my mouth for his pleasure.
“You both have remarkable control over your bed thralls,” Marmareus observed, his voice steady amid the pleasure I knew he must be feeling as I took him deeper into my mouth. “The Sons of Odin clearly do understand the fundamental truth: the good that rises from masculine dominance.”
I tried desperately to sort through the thoughts and emotions the Guardsman’s words had evoked in me. On the surface, they suggested the commonality I had observed from the beginning: these groups should not be enemies despite their different approaches to the saving of the world. In Marmareus’ tone, however, I had heard a note of regret that I knew could only mean that the Guardsman intended to use that gun on all four of us, unless we could present some clear, continuing value to him.
“It would seem the Guard has preserved these truths for millennia,” Erik replied from behind Camille. “As have we, in our own tradition.”
I felt Sven’s rhythm change, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more precise. Each powerful stroke seemed calculated to drive me toward some precipice I couldn’t yet see. The pain of his invasion had begun to transform, melting into a strange, burning pleasure that radiated outward from my stretched and aching hole.
“Look,” Marmareus instructed the others, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold my face still as he withdrew from my mouth. “See how the Nymphobi use our Nuptae.”
I glanced forward, my vision blurred with unshed tears, to see Lucius and Brutus bending Cassandra and Viola over the obsidian table. The Nuptae assumed the position with practiced grace, their faces bent downward as if in respect, their graceful bodies still and poised for their impending use. The Nymphobi positioned themselves behind the girls, their massive cocks gleaming from the Nuptae’s mouths.
“Magnificent,” Marmareus murmured as the Nymphobi thrust forward in perfect unison, burying themselves to the hilt in one smooth motion. Cassandra and Viola gasped in harmony, their bodies accepting the invasion with well-trained ease. “Such an inspiring sight.”
Marmareus stepped back in front of me, his powerful body blocking my view of the Nymphobi fucking the Nuptae. He slid his cock back into my mouth as Sven continued his relentless rhythm inside my bottom. The dual penetration made me feel impossibly full, overused, floating free of my body. My mind struggled to process the overwhelming sensations as these two powerful men shared my body—one my true master, the other a dangerous stranger who might yet decide to kill us all, and yet a man whose authority I couldn’t help instinctively recognizing.
Sven’s right hand suddenly released its grip on my belt. I felt his fingers slide beneath my hip, searching with unerring precision for the center of my need. When they found my swollen, neglected pussy, I moaned around Marmareus’ thickness, the vibration of my voice making the Leo groan in response.
“Have you been a naughty girl, Mary?” Sven asked, his voice carrying that stern tone that never failed to make me tremble. His fingers pressed against my clit, circling it with devastating skill even as his cock continued to stretch my anus terribly. “Have you let strangers fuck you?”
I couldn’t answer with my mouth full of Marmareus’ manhood, but my body responded for me, clenching around Sven’s invading hardness. Tears spilled down my cheeks, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all—the physical sensations, the emotional complexity, the desperate need to reach Yggdrasil and find the right path forward.
“Did you hear information you weren’t supposed to know?” Sven continued, his fingers working my clit with maddening precision. “Information that could change everything?”
The question sent a jolt through me. He did know. Yes, my Herra had understood that I had uncovered something vital during my captivity at Beaumont’s chateau. The realization made my heart swell with renewed faith in him, in us, in the connection that transcended mere words.