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)
As the pleasure reached a fever pitch, I felt myself slipping away. The physical sensations faded, replaced by the now-familiar rushing sound of wind through ancient branches. Beaumont’s opulent bedroom faded away and I was in the branches of Yggdrasil.
There, along a bough that I knew somehow Camille and I and Beaumont were traveling, I saw two gnarled branches. On one of them was the Guard—they were so close, now, though it seemed perceptible only through my strange völva’s intuition… they took only me, and left Camille behind. Along the other branch, though…
I had it. I knew what I would do, what I must do.
As the vision faded and I returned to my body, I found myself still trembling with aftershocks. Camille lay atop me, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. The silk sheets beneath us were damp with our mingled sweat and arousal.
“Well, well.” Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of our shared ecstasy. “I can tell that my little whores enjoyed themselves quite thoroughly.”
I felt Camille stiffen against me, the reality of our situation crashing back over us both. Beaumont’s eyes raked over our entwined bodies, his gaze burning with cruel desire.
“Now,” he purred, his voice thick with lust, “it’s time for me to enjoy those adorable whipped asses of yours. Get up and lay yourselves over the side of the bed, sluts.”
My legs felt like jelly as Camille and I disentangled ourselves and moved to obey. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my flushed skin as I draped myself over the edge of the mattress. Beside me, Camille did the same, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her face.
I heard the soft rustle of fabric as Beaumont shrugged off his robe, followed by the snap of a bottle being opened. The scent of lubricant filled the air, clinical but also terribly lewd.
“Mmm, yes,” Beaumont murmured as he moved behind us. “Such pretty little holes, all ready for my cock.”
I flinched as I felt his slick fingers probe at my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. The intrusion burned, the generous amount of lube he was using not helping much. Beside me, I heard Camille’s sharp intake of breath as Beaumont’s other hand worked to prepare her as well.
“You’re both so tight,” he growled, pressing his fingers deeper. “It’s going to hurt when I fuck you. But don’t worry, little whores. I’ll make sure you’re nice and slick first.”
As he continued to work us open, Beaumont’s words grew more obscene, more brutal. “I’m going to fuck these sweet little asses so hard,” he promised, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. “You won’t be able to sit comfortably for days. Every time you move, you’ll feel the ache and remember who you belong to.”
I whimpered, burying my face in the silk sheets as Beaumont withdrew his fingers. I heard the wet sounds of him stroking his cock, slicking it with more lube. My heart raced, a confusing mix of fear and unwanted arousal traveling through my body.
“Now,” Beaumont growled, positioning himself behind me, “let’s see how well you take my cock, little Mary.”
I felt the blunt head of his member press against my entrance, and I couldn’t hold back a sob of discomfort. I felt him adjust slightly, and I knew that in a moment he would impale me with brutal force, whether I liked it or not.
Then, in an instant, everything changed. Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. I jerked my head up, eyes wide with shock as a black-clad figure came crashing through the window in a shower of glittering shards. The figure rolled smoothly to their feet, moving with a fluid grace that spoke of intense training and deadly skill.
My heart raced as I took in the sight before me. The operative was dressed head-to-toe in black tactical gear, their face obscured by a balaclava and night vision goggles. In their hands, they held a sleek, matte-black rifle that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.
“Step away from the girls if you want to live, Beaumont,” the operative growled, the voice low and menacing even through the fabric of the mask.
I felt Beaumont stumble backward, his cock slipping away from my entrance. The sudden absence of his oppressive presence left me feeling strangely lightheaded. Beside me, I heard Camille’s sharp intake of breath.
More operatives poured through the shattered window, their movements precise and coordinated. The room filled with the soft whisper of their boots on the plush carpet and the barely audible clicks of their weapons being readied.
My mind reeled as I tried to process what was happening. The Pretorian Guard… they had come for us, just as I had foreseen in my vision. Relief washed over me, quickly followed by a surge of anxiety. I had to act fast if I wanted to ensure Camille’s safety as well.