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)
“Good girl,” Sven murmured. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed, and at my hearth.”
He stepped back, and to my blushing dismay I felt a pang of loss not to have his manhood between my lips anymore. The idea, as crazy as the me of yesterday would have found it, that I could, in this terribly servile way, please such an intelligent, powerful man with my body, and that he had enjoyed himself so thoroughly in using me, brought a warmth to my chest that I didn’t seem able to explain away.
No, I told myself, maybe you can’t explain it—but you can resist it, can’t you? Or try, at least?
Sven caressed my shoulder, still looking down into my face with a smile. Then, abruptly, he moved away, toward the stern of the boat, taking up the role of the helmsman once more. I could just barely see him, craning my face over my shoulder, but the ache it brought to my neck couldn’t stop me from watching: my master, huge and muscular, naked and dominant, clearly preparing to address his Viking band.
He spoke in his own language, the rough music of its rise and fall suddenly seeming familiar to me, though I recognized only a word here and there. Then he translated, into clear French that made me blush.
“Girls, I have just told my brothers that our homeland is in sight, across the waters. We have fucked you hard, and trained your cunts and your mouths to receive us as they should. May the gods bless your wombs, and grant growth in them, if such is their will. When we reach the shore, we will lead you to our houses, and teach you of your duties there. Before you sleep, you will each have your Herra’s seed up your bottom, when he has made his final possession and you your final submission.”
I heard gasps from the other girls. To my right, Camille made a retching sound in her throat.
“Don’t pretend you don’t need it, girl,” Erik growled. I heard his hand come down on Camille’s backside, then the wet sound of her master working her pussy. Camille moaned, and then the moan became a little wail, and I felt certain Erik had put a finger in her smallest place, to teach his bed thrall of her new duty. My hips jerked against the bench, and I couldn’t suppress my own whimper, just at the shameful idea of it.
“Mary,” I heard Sven say from in front of me. I realized he must have returned from the stern while my attention had been fixed on Camille. I looked up at him, my face burning with mortification and arousal. His blue eyes bored into mine as he spoke.
“Mary, I can’t wait to fuck your bottom,” he said, his voice low and husky. “To claim that last virginity and make you truly mine.”
I whimpered, unable to look away from his intense gaze. Part of me wanted to protest, to beg him not to carry out that final, degrading act. The sounds coming from the bench next to mine, though, stirred a very different part.
Sven’s large hand came to rest on my lower back, rubbing soothing circles as he spoke. “Relax, lille en. You’re going to have me there, so there’s no need to wonder; simply make up your mind to submit, because you have no choice.”
I felt his other hand move lower, fingers trailing down the cleft of my bottom. When they reached my puckered hole, I couldn’t help but clench in fear and anticipation.
“Shh,” Sven murmured. “Breathe deeply. Let your body open for me.”
His finger circled my anus, applying gentle pressure. I tried to obey, to relax as he’d commanded, but it was so difficult. This was wrong, wasn’t it? So terribly wrong…
And yet, as Sven’s finger penetrated me, sliding slowly into my bottom, I couldn’t deny the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily against the bench.
“That’s it,” Sven praised. “Feel how your body welcomes me, even here.”
To my right, I heard Erik’s voice, stern and commanding. “Tell me what you need, Camille. Say the words.”
Camille’s response came as a sob. “Please… I can’t…”
The sharp crack of a hand on flesh made me flinch. “You can, and you will,” Erik growled. “Say it!”
“I… I need…” Camille’s voice broke, thick with shame and desire. “I need your cock in my bottom, Herra. Please!”
Erik’s grunt of satisfaction was followed by Camille’s cry—of pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell—as he opened her further with his hand.
All around me, I could hear the other men working their girls’ bodies, preparing them for this final claiming. Amélie’s breathy moans mingled with Sophie’s whimpers and the quiet encouragement of their masters.
Sven added a second finger, stretching me further. The burning sensation made me gasp, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. As he worked me open, his other hand snaked around to my front, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.