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)
My breath caught in my throat. “Völva?” I whispered, confusion and curiosity warring within me. “What do you mean?”
Sven chuckled softly. “Ah, always so inquisitive. It’s one of the things I admire about you.” His hand returned to my bottom, kneading the flesh gently. “A völva is a kind of operative, a special bed thrall who helps work toward our goals, lille en. Someone who helps us in our mission to save civilization.”
Save civilization? The words echoed in my mind, stirring up a whirlwind of questions. What did he mean? How could kidnapping and… and violating young women possibly help save civilization?
Before I could voice any of these thoughts, I heard Sven spit. The wet sound made me tense, knowing what was coming.
“Relax, Mary,” Sven murmured, his voice low and soothing. “This will be uncomfortable, but I promise you’ll learn to enjoy being fully mastered.”
I heard the slick sounds of Sven coating his massive cock with saliva. My heart raced, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation coursing through me.
“Remember,” Sven said, positioning himself behind me, “you’re mine now. In every way. This is just the final step in claiming you completely.”
I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my virgin anus, and I couldn’t hold back a whimper of fear.
“Ask for it, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice low and stern. “Beg your Herra to claim your bottom.”
I whimpered, shame and arousal warring within me. How could he expect me to ask for this? It was too degrading, too obscene. And yet… I found myself wanting to please him, to prove my submission.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
“Louder,” Sven growled, increasing the pressure against my resistant opening. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, gathering what little courage I had left. “Please, Herra,” I said, my voice shaking. “Please… take my bottom. Make me yours completely.”
“Good girl,” Sven purred, pushing even harder, forcing his way against my body’s reluctance.
As he stretched me in this shameful way I’d only ever imagined in tiny, mortifying flashes of taboo fantasy, I found myself clinging to his earlier words about saving civilization. Whatever he meant by that, whatever role he saw for me in this madness, I desperately hoped it would give some meaning to what was happening to me. Some purpose beyond just being a plaything for these Viking warriors.
“Shh,” Sven soothed, his free hand stroking my back. “Your body knows how.”
I trembled as I felt him increase the pressure again. My body tensed instinctively, resisting the intrusion. Then I cried out as the head of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle. The burning stretch was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Tears sprang to my eyes as Sven continued to press deeper, filling me impossibly full.
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my fingers gripping the leather straps that bound me to the saddle. “It’s too much, I can’t…”
“Shh,” Sven said again, his hand stroking my lower back. “Breathe, lille en. Your body was made for this.”
I tried to focus on my breathing, willing my muscles to relax. Sven moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to each new inch. The pain was intense, but underneath it was a strange fullness that sent sparks of confused pleasure through my body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt Sven’s hips press against my bottom. He was fully seated inside me, stretching me to my limits.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve taken all of me, Mary. Such a good girl.”
I whimpered at his praise, feeling a surge of pride even with the discomfort. I had pleased my Herra. I had submitted completely.
I sensed Sven’s hands finding the handles built into the sides of the bride saddle. I felt him gripping them tightly, using them for leverage as he slowly withdrew. The sensation of his cock dragging against my inner walls made me gasp.
“By Odin,” Sven groaned as he thrust back in. “You’re so tight, lille en. Such a perfect little ass.”
He began to move more steadily, building a rhythm. Each thrust sent spasms of sensation through my body—pain and pleasure intertwined so closely I could no longer tell them apart.
“Oh!” I cried out, my back arching involuntarily. “Herra, please!”
“That’s it,” Sven growled. “Take me like a good bed thrall.”
As Sven’s thrusts grew more forceful, I suddenly became aware of a new sensation. There was something pressing against my clit—a small, firm protrusion I hadn’t noticed before. With each of Sven’s powerful movements, my body rocked forward, causing this little knob to rub deliciously against my most sensitive spot.
“Oh!” I gasped, my hips instinctively shifting to increase the friction.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—Sven’s massive cock stretching my virgin bottom beyond what I thought possible, and this unexpected stimulation to my clit. Despite the lingering discomfort, I felt my arousal building rapidly.