Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“I thought I would hate every moment of that,” Thor says. “But it was beautiful.”
I expect Drako to mock him.
“It was,” he says, gruff.
He seems a little confused himself. I don’t think any of that went to plan for any of us. Maybe none of us are exactly who we thought we were.
He walks over to us like a man in a trance. I can tell he is aroused. He looks almost transfixed as he crouches down beside the pair of us and shifts me slightly in Drako’s arms.
“Let me clean you up,” he says, glancing up at me for a moment.
I do not know what he means at first, but the intention soon becomes clear as Thor spreads my legs and puts his mouth between them. I lay back, held by Drako as Thor laps up the combination of seed and orgasmic juices flowing from my body. His tongue is warm, wet, and agile, and the sensitivity of my pussy is well tended to by his use of it.
When he has licked every trace of seed from the folds of my pussy, he pushes his own erect cock against my aching entrance. I moan a little and squirm because there is some slight discomfort as he pushes inside me, but Drako comforts me as Thor takes his turn with me.
“You need to get used to taking two cocks, baby girl,” he says, using a very affectionate term for me. “You’re going to be shared every time, I’d say.”
So this is my life now, being a set of tight holes for two Vikings to dominate and share. Drako presses a kiss to my temple as Thor pushes his cock deep into my pussy and starts to fuck me with the eager tempo of a man who has been holding back while watching a very erotic scene.
I am being punished after all, fucked firm and hard and with real passion. Thor’s golden hair hangs down over his head, creating a curtain between us as he props his hands on either side of my held body and pumps his cock inside me. I can feel my lips gripping him every time he slides out, the lubrication of previous sex making me sound much wetter every time he strokes into me.
It’s so dirty and so wrong and so hot, and I can’t control myself. I’m going to come again.
Drako covers my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet while another orgasm comes crashing through my body. I thought I was too tired to orgasm again, but I was wrong. My flesh responds to these two men as if it is theirs, as if their bodies determine how I feel, as if they own my very soul.
Maybe they fucking do.
CHAPTER 9
The morning of a new day dawns, and we are all lucky to be alive. I wake sandwiched between two mortal enemies. Ha. Sandwiched. It wasn’t that long ago that’s all I was trying to make, and now here I am, on a planet far from home, facing almost certain death.
Drako’s big hand squeezes my hip before he rolls away from me, letting the chill of the morning air find me.
“Up,” he says, patting my ass.
“Why?” I whine.
“Because there is breakfast to be made.”
“Best you make it, then.”
His palm comes down across my ass in a hard swat, and I yelp, which wakes Thor. He hears my utterance of pain in his sleep and his reaction is to grab me and pull me close as his eyes fly open.
“What’s wrong?”
“Drako’s brutalizing me.”
“I am telling her to do some work.”
“Oh,” Thor yawns. “Good luck with that.”
“I’m not really a making breakfast kind of girl,” I say. “Especially when the only breakfast I could make would be pretend.”
“Go and check your snare,” Drako says.
“No point, all it did was catch a big…”
He reaches out and gently, but firmly wraps his hand around the back of my neck. “I can whip you until you cry, if you like,” he says in a soft growl. “I set the snare up again before I went to bed. Go and check it.”
I do as I am told, but not because he told me to, I tell myself. I’m going to check the snare because I am also hungry and I also want to see if we have anything to eat.
Drako reset the snare closer to the ground. I find three birds in it, and dispatch them so quickly they do not know their end was upon them. The abundance of the round flecked feathered creatures makes me a little curious, so I decide to poke around in the foliage a bit. I don’t think these birds were the kind to nest in trees. They have the general demeanor of ground nesting creatures.
Sure enough, I find a ‘nest’ that is comprised of three twigs and a leaf not far away. It has four round eggs in it, each about three-quarters the size of a chicken’s egg. It’s more bounty than I really thought I would be able to find. Four eggs is not really enough for three of us though, and the birds are small. I could probably find a little more.