Page 18 of Her Viking Master

CHAPTER10

Sven

I carried Mary over the threshold of my house, carved into the limestone beneath Rouen. I could feel her small body tremble against my chest. As I stepped inside, I savored the familiar scent of oak and leather permeating the air. The flickering light from the hearth cast dancing shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the intricate tapestries depicting scenes from our proud Norse history.

My eyes fell upon the bride saddle—its sturdy wooden frame adorned with soft leather straps. It stood in the center of the room, a symbol of my dominance and Mary’s newfound submission. Without hesitation, I strode toward it, Mary still cradled in my arms.

“This will be your place of training,lille en,” I murmured as I carefully positioned her on the saddle.

Mary whimpered softly as I began securing her to the frame. The leather straps whispered against her pale skin as I tightened them, ensuring she was spread open and vulnerable before me. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and arousal, never left my face as I worked.

Once she was bound to my satisfaction, I moved to sit in the ornate chair that faced the bride saddle. The ancient wood creaked slightly under my weight, evoking for me the generations of Sons of Odin who had sat here before me, training their own thralls.

“Come, Mary,” I commanded, gesturing for her to lean forward. “Show your master how eager you are to please him.”

Hesitantly, she stretched her neck, bringing her face close to my masculine lap. I could feel her warm breath ghosting over my cock, already half-hard with anticipation.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, running my fingers through her fiery hair. “Nuzzle me. Worship your master with your mouth. Prepare me for your bottom and show me what you learned on your voyage.”

Mary’s tongue darted out, licking deliciously along my swelling shaft, then tentatively lapping at my balls. I groaned in approval, feeling myself harden fully under her ministrations. As she grew bolder, taking one testicle into her mouth and suckling gently, I began to speak.

“You may think,lille en, that you and the other girls have been brought here merely to satisfy our carnal desires,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the pleasure rocketing through me. “But the Sons of Odin have a far greater purpose.”

Mary’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, curiosity mingling with the helpless arousal in her gaze. I smiled, continuing my explanation as she moved her attention back to my now-rigid penis, her small pink tongue tracing the thick vein along its length.

“From our very beginnings, more than a thousand years ago, we have worked to save civilization,” I told her, my fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Originally, that meant preserving our Viking ways as we became the Normans. But over the millennium since, men like myself have sought to find the perfect balance between the warrior nature of men’s biology and the noble impulse to do better, to be better—the synergy that comes from our dominance and our bed thralls’ submission.”

I paused, savoring the sensation as Mary, blushing as if at her own boldness, took me into her mouth fully, making the warm cavity plush and welcoming for her master’s manhood.

“Such a good girl,” I murmured, caressing the back of her neck as I held her to her lewd task. “You’re learning so quickly. You feel like velvet on mypik.”

I reached out with my other hand, all the way over her back so I could fondle her sweet little bottom, still rather pink from the whipping I had given her over the rowing bench of the ritual ship. I put my finger on her tiny, cringing anus to remind her of the difficult duty that awaited her, and Mary responded with a submissive, fearful whimper around my cock that made its length jump between her lips.

“Yes,lille en,” I told her sternly. “I’ll be in here very soon. You will be mine in every way.”

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Mary

I could barely follow the meaning of Sven’s words, so aroused had it gotten me to be bound over the obscene saddle, to be made to tend to his enormous, rigid penis so tenderly—to be praised so humiliatingly for my growing skill.

I felt Sven rise from his chair, his cock slipping from between my lips as he stood. My face burned with shame as I heard his footsteps moving around behind me. I knew exactly what he would see—my most intimate parts exposed and vulnerable, still glistening with arousal from his own earlier pleasures.

A shock of mortification washed over me as I imagined Sven’s eyes roaming over my spread pussy and cringing anus. And yet, mingled with that shame was a surge of helpless affection. How could I feel this way about my captor? The man who had taken my virginity and was about to claim my final innocence? It made no sense, and yet I couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in my chest.

“Oh, Mary,” Sven’s deep voice rumbled from behind me. “You are so beautiful like this. Your littlefisseis perfect—pink and glistening, begging for my touch.”

I whimpered softly, my pussy clenching at his words.

“And your sweet little rosebud,” he continued, his finger gently pressing at the exposed aperture. “So tiny and untouched. It makes my cock throb just looking at it, knowing I’ll be the first man ever to possess you here.”

My whole body flushed hot at his lewd praise. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions traveling through me—shame and arousal and that damnable affection that refused to be silenced.

“You’re trembling,lille en,” Sven murmured, his large hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “Are you afraid?”

“Y-yes,” I admitted in a tiny voice.

“Good,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “A little fear is natural. Bottom-fucking will hurt, especially this first time. But know that I will take care of you, Mary. You are mine now, to protect as well as to use. It will help you to know that you have no choice; you will have yourHerra’s manhood in your bottom whenever I choose.”

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