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)
The flavor was intoxicating—musky and sweet, with a hint of the herbal soap and the soothing oil we’d used earlier. I found myself lapping at her folds with increasing enthusiasm, driven by an instinctive desire to please.
Suddenly, I felt Camille’s mouth on me, her tongue exploring my most intimate places. I moaned against her pussy, the vibrations causing her to whimper in response. It was a feedback loop of pleasure, each of us spurred on by the other’s reactions.
Around us, I could hear the sounds of the other girls engaged in similar activities. Soft moans and whimpers filled the air, together with the occasional gasp or cry of pleasure. The steam from the bath seemed to intensify everything, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that made it all feel somehow unreal.
I lost myself in the sensations, my world narrowing to the taste of Camille on my tongue and the exquisite feeling of her mouth on my sex. My hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against her face as I sought more friction.
To my shock and a bit to my dismay, I felt my climax building rapidly. The dual sensations of pleasuring Camille and being pleasured by her were overwhelming. My legs began to tremble as the pressure built, a familiar tightening in my lower belly signaling my impending release.
I redoubled my efforts on Camille’s pussy, determined to bring her over the edge with me. My tongue found her clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud as I slipped two fingers inside her. She cried out against my folds, her hips bucking wildly.
“That’s it, girls.” Mor Astrid’s voice cut through the haze of arousal. “Let go. Show your sisters how beautifully you can come.”
Her words seemed to break the last of my restraint. With a muffled cry, I tumbled over the edge into ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I shuddered against Camille’s mouth. Almost immediately, I felt her tense and then cry out, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as she found her own release.
As the aftershocks rolled through me, I became aware of the sounds of the other girls reaching their peaks. Soft cries and whimpers filled the steamy air.
Slowly, reluctantly, I disentangled myself from Camille. As I sat up, I caught sight of Mor Astrid watching us with an approving smile.
I felt my face burn with shame and lingering arousal. How could I have enjoyed that so much? How could I be filled with such pride at Mor Astrid’s praise? And yet, I couldn’t deny the warm glow of satisfaction that spread through my body.
“Now,” Mor Astrid continued, clapping her hands sharply. “It’s time for your first classroom lesson. Dry yourselves and follow me.”
CHAPTER 13
Sven
As Mor Astrid led the bed thralls into the classroom, I took my eyes’ fill of their sweet, newly bare fisser. This group of girls displayed exceptional beauty, but I couldn’t help finding Mary the most stunning, especially with her nether hair removed and a little hint of her pink inner lips peeking out from the pale cleft between her thighs.
“Sit, girls,” I told them. “All of you but Mary. Mary, come here, please, so I can take a look at your cunt and your bottom.”
“I had to punish her, Herra,” Astrid told me, as Mary came forward to my handsome oak desk, blushing furiously. “And Camille. You’ll see the marks, I imagine. But she and Camille responded well to the strap. You can see the girls’ reward drying on your kneppetøj’s face. She and Camille both came very sweetly.”
“That’s very nice to hear, Mor,” I told her, nodding. “Thank you as always for all you do for these young women. We will see you in the mead hall?”
“Yes, Herra,” Astrid answered, bowing her head. “Goodbye, girls. I shall see you soon.”
Mary had come to stand uncertainly before my desk. I saw her hands tremble against her sides as she met my eyes, clearly wishing she could cover her delectable, firm breasts and her adorable fisse. I stood, and watched the other girls’ eyes go nearly as wide as Mary’s own as they rediscovered the difference between their feminine smallness, as well as their enforced nudity, and their masters’ size and right to clothing.
I wore my belted Viking shirt and trousers, a mode of dress the girls hadn’t seen before. I glimpsed in Mary’s eyes, as well as the gazes of her new sisters, that the effect desired by those who had forged our customs had been achieved. These lovely, naked young women felt themselves as inhabiting a sort of timeless, magical, mythic space where the masculine domination they needed felt entirely natural—where they could truly enjoy the submission they had always craved.
I came around my desk slowly, reaching a hand out so that I could place it on Mary’s back and begin to urge her forward over my desk for her inspection.