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As Sven’s powerful thrusts continued, I felt myself slipping deeper into that altered state. The physical facts blurred and faded, replaced by vivid visions that flickered through my mind like an ancient film reel.

The visions came faster now, a kaleidoscope of images and ideas. I saw vast, echoing caverns lit by flickering torchlight, heard the low chanting of robed figures engaged in some arcane ritual. I witnessed great gatherings of people in amphitheaters, their voices rising in a thunderous roar.

Through it all, I was dimly aware of Sven’s cock still moving within me, of his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. But these physical sensations seemed distant, almost unreal compared to the vivid scenes unfolding in my mind’s eye.

“Come for me,lille en.” Sven’s voice cut through the visions, deep and commanding. “Let me feel that sweet cunt grip mypik.”

His words triggered something primal within me. The visions blurred and merged, colors swirling together like paint on a canvas. I felt myself hurtling through time and space, traveling along the branches of Yggdrasil at dizzying speed.

My orgasm hit me with the force of a tidal wave. I screamed, my body convulsing as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. My pussy clenched rhythmically around Sven’s thick shaft, milking him as he continued to thrust.

“Again,” he growled, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing hard. “Come for me again,kneppetøj.”

Another climax crashed over me before the first had fully subsided. I sobbed with the intensity of it, my mind reeling as the visions continued to assault my senses.

I felt as if Sven had tamed me, and was still taming me—civilizing me, breaking me to his will, making me an operative and a prophetess even as he made me his fuck toy. With each powerful thrust of his cock inside me, I felt myself being reshaped, molded into something different. The Mary I had been was falling away, replaced by this new creature—avölva, a seer, a sexual servant to the Sons of Odin.

As my body quivered with the aftershocks of my intense orgasms, I reached out helplessly with my mind, seeking something beyond the physical realm. The visions that had assaulted me during my climax began to coalesce into something more coherent. I saw a dark, sinister force opposing the light brought by the Sons of Odin—the Pretorian Guard.

In my mind’s eye, I witnessed shadowy figures moving through corridors of power, whispering in the ears of world leaders. I saw vast networks of information being manipulated, economies rising and falling at the whim of unseen hands. The Pretorian Guard was everywhere and nowhere, a cancer eating away at the foundations of civilization.

But even as I recoiled from these dark visions, I felt a surge of purpose. This was why the Sons of Odin had chosen us, had trained us. We were to be their weapons against this insidious threat, our bodies and minds honed to pierce the veil of secrecy surrounding the Guard.

MorAstrid’s voice cut through my reverie, her words sending a shiver down my spine. “The girls look sweet with their cunts so full,” she said, her tone a mixture of pride and hunger. “See how they bloom under your touch, how they open themselves to the wisdom of Yggdrasil.”

Her words seemed to trigger something in the Sons of Odin. I heard Sven’s voice, deep and commanding, ring out through the chamber. “Brothers, it is time. We will enjoy theirrøvhulnow. Let them feel the fullness of our dominion over their bodies.”

I gasped, my eyes flying open as I felt Sven withdraw from my aching pussy. The loss of his thick cock left me feeling empty, but I knew what was coming next. A mixture of fear and anticipation coursed through me. I had given my anus the night before, but I hadn’t known what it meant then, had I?

CHAPTER20

Mary

I watched with wide eyes as the Sons of Odin prepared to claim our bottoms in the sight of all. Erik spat into his palm, the crude gesture at odds with his powerful presence. He rubbed the saliva over his thick shaft, coating it in glistening moisture. Beside him, Aksel and Henrik did the same, their faces masks of concentration as they readied themselves.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt Sven’s large hands spread my buttocks. The cool air of the chamber kissed my exposed anus, making me shiver. I heard the wet sound of him spitting, and then felt the warm slickness of his saliva as he rubbed it over my puckered opening.

“Remember,lille en,” Sven murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Open yourself to me again, just as you did last night. Show me you have learned.”

I tried to obey, willing my muscles to loosen as I felt the blunt head of his massive cock press against my anus. The pressure built slowly, inexorably, until finally, with a burning stretch, he began to impale me on his manhood.

I gasped, my body instinctively trying to resist the intrusion. But Sven was relentless, pushing forward with steady pressure, taking me more roughly this time than the previous night. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled me, stretching me wide, making me completely his once more.

Around me, I heard the other girls cry out as their masters entered them. Camille’s voice was a strangled moan, half pain and half pleasure. Sophie whimpered, her face a mask of ecstasy as Aksel claimed her ass. Amélie’s breath came in short, sharp pants as Henrik buried himself inside her.

The fullness seemed even more overwhelming, made so by the terribly public nature of the deed. I tried not to glance atMorAstrid, but I couldn’t help it: I needed to make certain she wasn’t watching—or if she was, the older woman observed dispassionately, clinically. Instead, I met her wise eyes, gazing right back into mine, and I found there a compassion that seemed to my distress also to have a smoldering lust in it—as ifMorAstrid wished she could help how aroused the sight of my shameful service on my master’s manhood had made her.

Sven’s cock felt impossibly large inside me, stretching my narrowest passage to its limits. The burn of penetration mingled with that strange, deep pleasure I couldn’t quite understand. My pussy clenched emptily, aching to be filled.

As if sensing my need, Sven reached around and pressed his fingers against my clit. The sudden stimulation made me buck against him, driving him even deeper into my ass. I cried out, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations.

“Ride my saddle, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice tight with restrained passion. “Receive me as you know you must.”

Desperate for relief, I began to move my hips, grinding against the saddle. The motion caused Sven’s cock to shift inside me, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my body. The leather-covered knob pressed against my clit with each movement, building the tension inside me higher and higher.

I lost myself in the rhythm, my world narrowing to the sensations coursing through my body. Sven’s cock stretching my anus, the saddle rubbing my clit, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and desperate cries filling the air around me. It was too much, and yet not enough.

The pleasure built and built, a tsunami of sensation threatening to drown me. My entire body trembled, muscles clenching and unclenching as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Sven’s cock pulsed inside me, stretching my bottom hole to its limit with each powerful thrust. The leather-covered knob on the saddle ground against my clit relentlessly, sending jolts of electricity through my core.

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