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“By Odin,” Sven groaned as he thrust back in. “You’re so tight,lille en. Such a perfect little ass.”

He began to move more steadily, building a rhythm. Each thrust sent spasms of sensation through my body—pain and pleasure intertwined so closely I could no longer tell them apart.

“Oh!” I cried out, my back arching involuntarily. “Herra, please!”

“That’s it,” Sven growled. “Take me like a good bed thrall.”

As Sven’s thrusts grew more forceful, I suddenly became aware of a new sensation. There was something pressing against my clit—a small, firm protrusion I hadn’t noticed before. With each of Sven’s powerful movements, my body rocked forward, causing this little knob to rub deliciously against my most sensitive spot.

“Oh!” I gasped, my hips instinctively shifting to increase the friction.

The dual sensations were overwhelming—Sven’s massive cock stretching my virgin bottom beyond what I thought possible, and this unexpected stimulation to my clit. Despite the lingering discomfort, I felt my arousal building rapidly.

I ground myself shamelessly against the saddle, chasing the pleasure that was quickly overtaking the pain. My pussy clenched and fluttered, desperate for stimulation. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, my arousal coating the leather beneath me.

“That’s it,lille en,” Sven growled approvingly. “You have found the bride’s consolation. Feel how it helps your body welcome me, even in your smallest hole.”

His words sent another surge of confused desire through me. I whimpered, torn between shame and desperate need. The little nub seemed perfectly positioned to drive me wild, and I found myself rocking back to meet Sven’s thrusts, then forward to grind against it.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Oh, please,Herra…”

I felt myself spiraling higher and higher, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. My inner walls clenched rhythmically around Sven’s invading cock, intensifying every sensation. I was so close, teetering on the edge of what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm. At the same time, the experience I had had tied to the rowing bench returned—of my submission somehow transporting me elsewhere. Again I thought I could see an immense tree, and hear the rushing winds in its branches.

“Mary.” Sven’s stern voice cut through the haze of my arousal. “Do not come until I give you permission. Show me you can control yourself for your master.”

I sobbed in frustration, my hips still moving of their own accord. “Please,” I begged, beyond shame now. “Please,Herra, I need to come. I can’t… I can’t hold back…”

Sven’s hand came down hard on my bottom, the sharp sting momentarily distracting me from the building pleasure. “You will wait,” he commanded. “Prove to me that you’re worthy of being more than just a bed thrall.”

I bit my lip hard, focusing all my willpower on holding back my impending climax. It was the most exquisite torture I’d ever experienced—caught between the relentless stimulation and the need to obey my master, the strange vision beckoning to me even as the tension seemed to hold me back, hovering apart from the enormous tree.

Tears streamed down my face as I fought against my body’s demands. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please,Herra, I’ll do anything. Just let me come. I need it so badly.”

Sven’s thrusts grew even more powerful, driving me harder against the saddle. I sobbed with the need, and the effort to hold it back.

Then, at last, “Come for me,lille en,” Sven growled, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you love taking yourHerra’s cock in your tight little bottom.”

His words broke the last of my resistance. With a keening wail, I let myself fall over the edge into blinding ecstasy. The surging pleasure crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before. My whole body convulsed, muscles I didn’t even know I had clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

I felt my bottom clamp down hard around Sven’s massive cock, gripping him like a vise. The added friction seemed to push him over the edge as well. With a roar that sounded more animal than human, Sven slammed into me one final time.

“Mary!” he bellowed, his hips jerking erratically against my bottom. “Take your master’s seed,lille en!”

I gasped as I felt his cock pulse inside me, flooding my most intimate place with his hot release. The sensation triggered another peak, sending me spiraling even higher. My vision went white, and for a moment I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all. For an instant I felt as if I were caught in the vast tree’s network of branches, confusing images somehow caught in and among them and the wind forcing me down along them. I tried to hold onto the vision, to ride it or to stay inside it, but it vanished from my mental sight, replaced by the warm light of my newHerra’s hearth.

As the aftershocks rolled through me, I became aware of Sven’s weight pressing me into the saddle. His chest heaved against my back, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his heart hammering, matching the frantic pace of my own.

“Such a good girl,” Sven murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “You’ve pleased yourHerrawell.”

CHAPTER11

Mary

I awoke in my master’s arms, nestled against his broad chest. The furs covering Sven’s bed felt soft against my skin. I snuggled deeper as I recalled the rough wood of the bench where he had opened my pussy, and the scarcely less rigid leather-covered bride saddle where he had claimed my anus. My body ached, a deep soreness radiating from between my legs and my thoroughly used bottom. Yet the discomfort didn’t keep me from feeling a strange sense of contentment.

Sven’s hand rested possessively on my hip, his fingers splayed across my skin. As I stirred, his grip tightened, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back. His masculine scent enveloped me—a heady mixture of salt and leather and something I already knew as myHerra’s own particular smell.

I lay still for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the room. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of Viking conquest and Norse mythology. The flickering light from the dying embers in the hearth cast dancing shadows across the woven images, bringing them to life in a mesmerizing display.

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