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)
Sven’s cock felt impossibly large inside me, stretching my narrowest passage to its limits. The burn of penetration mingled with that strange, deep pleasure I couldn’t quite understand. My pussy clenched emptily, aching to be filled.
As if sensing my need, Sven reached around and pressed his fingers against my clit. The sudden stimulation made me buck against him, driving him even deeper into my ass. I cried out, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations.
“Ride my saddle, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice tight with restrained passion. “Receive me as you know you must.”
Desperate for relief, I began to move my hips, grinding against the saddle. The motion caused Sven’s cock to shift inside me, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my body. The leather-covered knob pressed against my clit with each movement, building the tension inside me higher and higher.
I lost myself in the rhythm, my world narrowing to the sensations coursing through my body. Sven’s cock stretching my anus, the saddle rubbing my clit, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and desperate cries filling the air around me. It was too much, and yet not enough.
The pleasure built and built, a tsunami of sensation threatening to drown me. My entire body trembled, muscles clenching and unclenching as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Sven’s cock pulsed inside me, stretching my bottom hole to its limit with each powerful thrust. The leather-covered knob on the saddle ground against my clit relentlessly, sending jolts of electricity through my core.
“Come for me, lille en,” Sven growled, his voice rough with lust. “I want to feel that tight little bottom grip my pik.”
His words were the final push I needed. With a keening cry, I tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion. My orgasm crashed over me in surges, each one more intense than the last. My pussy clenched rhythmically, desperate to be filled, while my anus spasmed around Sven’s thick shaft.
As the pleasure coursed through me, my mind again expanded, traveling farther even than it had with my last climax. Suddenly, I was no longer in the underground chamber with the Sons of Odin. Instead, I found myself rocketing along a branch of the world tree, transported to a vast, frozen landscape. Snow-capped mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks piercing a steel-gray sky. The wind howled across an endless expanse of ice, carrying with it the scent of pine and something ancient, something hidden.
In the midst of this desolate beauty, I saw something that made my breath catch in my throat. There, half-buried in the ice, was the unmistakable shape of a ship. Not a modern vessel, but something far older—a Viking longship, its wooden planks still visible beneath the translucent ice.
“There… there… in the ice…” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper as the vision consumed me.
As if in response to my words, I felt Sven’s cock swell inside me. With a guttural roar, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself fully in my bottom. His seed erupted deep in my bowels, filling me with liquid heat that seemed to brand me as his from the inside out.
Around us, I could hear the other Sons of Odin reaching their own climaxes. Erik’s voice was a strangled groan as he emptied himself into Camille’s ass. Aksel’s hips jerked erratically against Sophie’s upturned bottom, while Henrik’s fingers dug into Amélie’s flesh hard enough to leave bruises.
For a moment, the chamber was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from one of us girls. Then, slowly, gently, the Sons of Odin began to withdraw from our bodies.
I felt a strange sense of loss as Sven’s softening cock slipped from my anus. My flesh clenched around the emptiness, already missing the feeling of fullness.
I felt my master’s strong hands caressing my back, kneading the tension from my muscles. His touch was gentle now, a stark contrast to the forceful way he had claimed me moments before. I couldn’t help but lean into his ministrations, my body craving his touch even as my mind reeled from the intensity of what had just transpired.
“Shh, lille en,” Sven murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’ve done so well. Rest now.”
His fingers worked their way up my spine, massaging away the aches that had settled into my body. I felt myself relaxing under his touch, the residual tremors from my intense orgasm slowly subsiding. Around me, I could hear similar sounds of comfort and care as the other Sons of Odin tended to their girls.
Erik’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle as he whispered words of praise to Camille. Aksel hummed a low, melodic tune as he stroked Sophie’s hair. Henrik’s large hands moved in slow, soothing circles over Amélie’s back. The air in the chamber, which had been thick with the scent of sex and sweat, now held a different kind of tension—one of aftercare and quiet reflection.