Page 15 of Her Viking Master

Slowly, hesitantly, I opened my eyes. My gaze traveled up Sven’s powerful legs, over his muscular torso, until finally meeting his steel-blue eyes. The intensity of his stare made me shiver, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me.

But it was what stood proudly between us that truly captured my attention. Sven’s cock jutted out mere inches from my face, thick and hard, the head glistening with a bead of moisture. I gasped, my eyes widening at the sight. Even after feeling him inside me, seeing his manhood up close was overwhelming.

“This is your new deity, Mary,” Sven said, his voice low and commanding. “You will worship it with your mouth, your hands, your entire being.”

I whimpered, unable to tear my gaze away from his impressive length. Part of me recoiled at the idea, at the sheer blasphemy of his words. But another part, a part that seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment, longed to obey.

Sven’s hand tightened in my hair, tilting my head back slightly. “Open your mouth,lille en,” he ordered. “Show your master how eager you are to please him.”

I shook my head, a sudden surge of defiance rising within me. Camille’s earlier resistance echoed in my mind, inspiring me to make one last stand against the madness that surrounded us. “No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I won’t… I can’t…”

Sven’s eyes flashed dangerously, his grip in my hair tightening. “You dare defy me,lille en?” he growled menacingly.

Before I could respond, his hand left my pussy. I had only a moment to register the loss before a searing pain exploded across my bottom. Sven had produced a whip from somewhere, and now it cracked against my exposed flesh with brutal efficiency.

I cried out, my body jerking against my bonds. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before—a fiery line of agony that seemed to sear itself into my very soul. Tears sprang to my eyes as Sven brought the whip down again and again, each lash sending shockwaves of pain through my body.

Through the haze of my own suffering, I became aware of new sounds from nearby. Camille’s defiant sobs had transformed into something else entirely. I heard the wet sounds of sex, mingled with muffled moans of pleasure.

“That’s it,ma petite rebelle,” Erik’s voice rang out, thick with satisfaction. “Take your master’s cock. Just like that.”

I turned my head slightly, straining to see through my tears. To my shock, I saw Camille with her mouth wrapped around Erik’s enormous member, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him desperately. Erik’s arm stretched over her back, and his hand moved rhythmically between her legs, working her pussy with skilled fingers as she pleasured him orally.

The sight sent a jolt of confused arousal through me, mingling with the pain of my whipping in a way that made my head spin. Camille’s eyes were closed in ecstasy, her body trembling as Erik brought her closer and closer to the edge.

With a muffled cry, Camille’s body went rigid. I watched in awe as she orgasmed again, her climax washing over her in visible surges. Erik grunted his approval, his hips thrusting faster as he fucked her mouth through her climax.

The whipping suddenly stopped, and I became acutely aware of my own ragged breathing. My bottom felt as though it were on fire, each slight movement sending fresh sparks of pain through me. And yet, to my shame, I could feel how wet I had become, my arousal coating my inner thighs.

Sven’s hand returned to my hair, yanking my head back to face him once more. His cock loomed before me, somehow even larger and more intimidating than before. “Open. Your. Mouth.” he commanded, each word dripping with authority.

This time, I didn’t hesitate. My lips parted. I opened my mouth, my tongue darting out to tentatively taste the tip of Sven’s cock. The salty flavor exploded across my taste buds, reminding me of the sea air I’d only imagined earlier. As I took him deeper into my mouth, I couldn’t help but think of the source of the Vikings’ power: their dominance of the waves, their dragon ships carrying fierce warriors to distant shores. Surely they had tasted of the sea too, those ancient conquerors. Surely they had demanded this same act of worship from the women they claimed.

Sven’s groan of pleasure sent a shiver down my spine. His hand in my hair loosened, becoming almost gentle as he guided me. “That’s it,lille en,” he murmured. “Show me you can obey me properly.”

I worked my lips, suckling desperately as I tried to take more of him. The pain in my bottom seemed to fade, replaced by a burning need to prove myself, to earn his approval. My tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the thick vein that ran along its length.

To my relief—and, dismayingly, a little to my disappointment—Sven set aside the whip. His now-free hand returned to my pussy, fingers dancing over my swollen folds. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him hiss in pleasure.

“Good girl,” Sven praised, his voice husky with arousal. “Worship your master’s cock. Show proper respect for the instrument of your pleasure and pain.”

His words sent a jolt of confused arousal through me. The never-ending round of questions returned: How could I feel this way? How could I want this so badly? And yet, I couldn’t deny the wetness between my legs, the way my body responded to his touch and his commands.

Sven’s fingers found my clit, circling it with maddening precision. I whimpered, my hips bucking against my bonds. The dual sensations of his cock in my mouth and his fingers on my most sensitive spot were overwhelming.

Suddenly, Sven withdrew from my mouth. I gasped for air, my lips feeling swollen and tender. Before I could catch my breath, he spoke again, his tone commanding.

“Now,lille en, you will learn to properly worship all of me,” he said. “You will lick the stones that hold yourHerra’s seed. Devote yourself to your master’s pleasure.”

CHAPTER9

Mary

I hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering through me. But Sven’s hand tightened in my hair, a silent warning. Slowly, I extended my tongue, lapping at the heavy sac beneath his cock.

The taste was even saltier here, muskier. It filled my senses, drowning out everything else. I licked and sucked, driven by an instinctive sense of how to please him. Sven’s appreciative groans spurred me on, making me bolder in my explorations.

I felt Sven’s hand grip my hair tightly as he guided his massive cock back to my lips. My jaw ached from the unfamiliar stretch, but I opened obediently, desperate to please him. As the thick head slid past my lips, I was once again overwhelmed by his size and taste.

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