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)
It was a Viking warrior, clad in a heavy fur cloak that swept the ground behind him. His beard was frosted with ice, and his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light. As he stepped onto the ice, I saw that he carried something in his arms—a bundle wrapped in oiled leather, clutched protectively to his chest.
The warrior’s gaze met mine, and in that moment, I felt a jolt of recognition. Though his face was unfamiliar, there was something in his eyes that reminded me of Sven. It was the same intensity, the same unwavering purpose.
Just then, I felt my body convulse with pleasure. Sven’s cock was hitting that perfect spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. As my orgasm crashed over me, the vision exploded into vivid clarity.
The warrior strode across the ice, his steps sure and purposeful. He was walking toward the metal cathedral, the bundle in his arms seeming to pulse with an inner light.
The waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt myself pulled back from the frozen landscape. The vision of the Viking warrior faded, replaced by the more immediate sensations of Sven’s powerful body moving against mine. I gasped, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft as my orgasm continued to roll through me.
Slowly, the world around me came back into focus. The warm furs beneath us, the flickering candlelight, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. I became acutely aware of every point where Sven’s skin touched mine, from the strong arms caging me in to the relentless thrust of his cock deep inside me.
As my mind cleared, I began to understand what had just happened. The vision I had experienced wasn’t some mystical prophecy sent by the gods, but rather my own subconscious mind processing the information I had been given. The satellite images of the construction site, the technical diagrams, the historical context of the Sons of Odin—all of it had been synthesized into a vivid, symbolic representation.
The metal cathedral was the fusion reactor the Guard was building. The Viking warrior emerging from the ice represented the Sons of Odin, carrying some crucial element—perhaps the very information Camille and I were being sent to retrieve. It was as if my brain had taken all the disparate pieces of data and woven them into a narrative my conscious mind could understand.
My thoughts were interrupted as Sven’s movements became more erratic. His breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the tension building in his powerful body. With a primal grunt of dominance, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I felt the hot rush of his seed flooding my womb, marking me as his from the inside out.
The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I found myself sobbing—not from pain or fear, but from the sheer emotional overload. It all seemed too much—the pleasure, the revelations, the weight of the mission ahead, and the depth of my feelings for this man who had so thoroughly claimed me.
“Shh, lille en,” Sven murmured, gathering me close as he rolled us onto our sides. He remained buried inside me, our bodies still intimately connected. “You’ve done so well. Rest now.”
CHAPTER 23
Mary
The next morning, to my surprise, Sven and Erik came into the bathing chamber just as we bed thralls were finishing drying ourselves with the fluffy towels. Even more startling were the ordinary modern casual clothes—Oxford shirts and jeans—they wore.
I had supposed Mor Astrid would lead us to the classroom again. The sight, as I lowered the thick terrycloth from my face, of my Herra and his shield-brother watching us, and clearly dressed to go outside the Viking sanctuary, made my eyes go wide and my heart start to thump.
Then, just as surprisingly, I saw that Mor Astrid had brought out some kind of large garments from a closet and held them draped over her arms.
“Sophie and Amélie, Yvette and Fleur,” she said, focusing on each of them as she spoke, “you may find your way to the classroom. Herra Aksel will give this morning’s lesson.”
My heart rate sped up even further as I understood that our mission had apparently begun. Camille and I looked at one another, our faces grave, and then at the other four of our new sisters.
“Yes, girls,” Erik said, “you should say goodbye to Mary and Camille.”
I swallowed hard. I had known the four of them for little more than a day, and I didn’t feel as close to them as I did to Camille. Parting from them, though, made me strangely wistful, perhaps because I knew it also meant parting from this strange, but captivating—in more ways than one—place.
We hugged awkwardly. The little flashes of helpless arousal I felt at their embrace, at the brushing of my nipples against theirs, made me conscious of my nudity in a way I hadn’t been the moment before. As the four who would stay behind left the bathing chamber, I looked over at Camille, feeling my cheeks grow warm as I remembered what Sven had said she and I would have to do after our whipping.