Page 30 of Her Viking Master

“That’s it,” Sven murmured as I took him into my mouth. “Use your tongue, just like I taught you.”

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the salty taste of him. As I began to bob my head, taking him deeper with each movement, I heard similar sounds from around the table. The other girls had begun to pleasure their masters in the same way, the air filled with soft grunts and growled encouragements.

Sven’s hand tightened in my hair as he began to thrust urgently into my mouth. I relaxed my muscles, trying to take him as deep as I could. My eyes watered slightly as he hit the back of my throat, but I was determined to please him.

“Good girl,” Sven groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “You’re learning so quickly. Take thepiknow.”

His praise sent a thrill through me, and I redoubled my efforts to make my mouth enjoyable. His fingers twined in my hair to keep my face in place for his fucking. I could feel Sven’s thighs tensing beneath me; a sign, I thought, that he was close to his release. His breathing grew ragged, and his hips began to move more insistently. Suddenly, his hand clamped down on the back of my head, holding me in place as he thrust deep into my throat.

“Swallow it all,lille en,” he growled.

Hot spurts of his seed flooded my mouth, and I swallowed reflexively, trying to take it all as he had commanded. Some escaped, trickling down my chin, but I continued to suck and lick until Sven’s grip on my hair loosened and he gently pulled me off his softening cock.

As I caught my breath, I became aware of the sounds around me. Grunts and moans of pleasure filled the air as the other Vikings found their release in their thralls’ mouths. I glanced to my side and saw Camille, her eyes closed in concentration as Erik’s hips jerked erratically. Sophie made soft, whimpering noises around Aksel’s thick shaft.

Then I gasped as Sven pulled me up into his lap, his strong arms encircling me. My bare skin tingled where it pressed against the rough fabric of his clothing. His large hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple and sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Such a good girl,” Sven murmured in my ear, his beard tickling my neck. “You pleased me so well. Now it’s time for your second dessert.”

His other hand slid down my belly to cup my freshly shaved mound. I whimpered as his fingers parted my folds, finding me already slick with arousal. Sven chuckled softly.

“So wet for me already,” he said. “Your littlefisseknows who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,Herra,” I breathed, my hips rocking against his hand instinctively.

Sven’s fingers moved with such skill that it made me feel faint. He circled my clit until I sobbed before he dipped two digits inside me, as if to remind me that his massive manhood had been the one to open my pussy for men to take their pleasure there. I moaned, my head falling back against his broad chest as waves of delicious warmth washed over me.

Around the table, I could hear similar sounds: every bed thrall, it seemed, had earned a reward. Camille’s breathy cries rang out as Erik’s fingers worked between her thighs. Yvette was practically purring under Lars’ attentions, while Amélie whimpered and squirmed in Henrik’s lap. The air was thick with the scent of arousal and the sounds of ecstasy.

Sven’s fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing against my clit as two thick digits pumped in and out of me. The sheer sensory stimulation overwhelmed my mind. The need inside me built rapidly, alongside the pleasure that answered it. My thighs began to tremble as I approached my peak.

“Come for me,lille en,” Sven growled in my ear. “Let everyone hear how well yourHerrapleases you.”

His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my back arching as intense waves of pleasure crashed over me. My slick sheath clenched rhythmically around Sven’s fingers as he continued to stroke me through my orgasm.

And my inner senses… the sound of the wind again, and the sight of tangled branches… I tried not to draw back, as I realized I had done before, confronted by the strange vision. For a moment, I seemed to hover, then to move forward, propelled by some unseen power. I could almost see, as if each leaf of the tree embodied a tiny picture of a thing that might happen—minuscule, but if I could zoom in, magnify it, I knew it would show me as much detail as my mind could handle… perhaps even more…

And then it was all gone and I was back in myHerra’s lap, tightly held and gently kissed.

As I came down from that strange high, I became aware of the other girls reaching their own orgasms. Camille’s voice rang out in a strangled cry of pleasure, while Sophie’s climax was marked by a series of high-pitched whimpers. Fleur let out a long, low moan as she shuddered in Jens’ arms.

For several moments, the hall was filled with the sound of heavy breathing as we all recovered. I felt boneless and satiated in Sven’s lap, his arms still wrapped securely around me. He pressed another gentle kiss to my temple before he drew his head back to address the whole table.

“Well done, girls,” Sven’s voice rang out. “You’ve pleased us greatly this morning. Now, you will clean up the hall, and then you will have an hour of free time before your next lesson.”

As we began to clear the table, I caught Camille’s eye. A silent understanding passed between us—we would find a way to talk during our free time. My heart raced with nervous anticipation as I gathered the empty trenchers, careful not to let my expression betray my thoughts.

The cleanup process was efficient, but thorough. We scrubbed the long wooden table until it gleamed, the intricate carvings along its edge coming to life under our ministrations. The scent of lemon and herbs filled the air as we worked, replacing the lingering aromas of our masters’ breakfast. By the time we receivedMorInge’s grudging approval, it almost began to seem normal for six naked girls to clean up a subterranean Viking mead hall.

As we finished our tasks,MorAstrid had appeared in the doorway. Her stern gaze swept over us now thatMorInge had proclaimed herself satisfied, assessing our work with a critical eye.MorAstrid nodded curtly. “Come along, girls,” she commanded. “It’s time for your rest period. ThankMorInge for teaching you how to serve your masters.”

I blushed as I thought of whatMorInge had seen as the other girls and I had taken the cocks of the Sons of Odin between our lips and then screamed out our pleasure. I couldn’t meet the older woman’s eye as I murmured, like my new sisters, “Thank you,Mor.”

We followedMorAstrid through winding stone corridors, our bare feet quiet on the cool floor. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows on the roughhewn walls of the passageway. I tried to memorize our route, noting each turn and landmark, but the underground complex seemed to shift and change with every step.

Finally, we arrived at a heavy wooden door.MorAstrid pushed it open, revealing a cozy chamber beyond. “Welcome to the Hall of Rest,” she announced. “You will spend your free time here.”

The room was unexpectedly inviting. Plush rugs covered the stone floor, their intricate patterns reminiscent of the knot work I’d seen throughout the complex. Comfortable-looking chairs and low couches were arranged in small groupings, perfect for quiet conversation or solitary reflection. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with an eclectic mix of ancient tomes and modern paperbacks.

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