Page 44 of Her Viking Master

“Herra,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. “I… I’m scared. But I want to make you proud.”

Sven’s arms tightened even more, and I felt his lips brush against my forehead. “You already have,lille en,” he murmured. “You’ve shown more courage and aptitude than I dared hope for.”

His praise sent a new warmth spreading through my chest, momentarily quieting the storm of emotions in my head and my body. I nuzzled closer, breathing in his masculine scent and letting it calm me.

I looked up into Sven’s face, my breath catching in my throat as I met his intense blue gaze. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his strong features, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the depth of his eyes. In that moment, I felt as if I could lose myself completely in their icy depths.

A sudden, overwhelming need crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched painfully, an aching emptiness taking hold deep in my core. I needed Sven inside me, needed to feel the stretch of his thick cock filling me completely. The intensity of the desire made me dizzy, my entire body trembling with barely contained lust.

I must in fact be going insane, I thought wildly. How could I want him so desperately, so suddenly? Just moments ago we had been discussing the dangers that lay ahead, the terrifying realities of the mission I was about to undertake. Yet now, all I could think about was the burning need between my thighs, the primal urge to be claimed and possessed by my master despite it all.

As I gazed into Sven’s eyes, I saw the exact moment he recognized my desperate need. His pupils dilated, a predatory gleam entering his gaze as he took in my flushed cheeks and heaving chest. I didn’t have to say a word—he knew exactly what I craved.

A wave of love washed over me, so intense it nearly brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t have to beg, didn’t have to humiliate myself by pleading for his cock. Sven understood my needs, perhaps even better than I did myself.

Without a word, Sven rolled us over so that I lay beneath him, his powerful body caging me in. The heat of his skin against mine was intoxicating, and I arched up, desperate for more contact. His hard length pressed against my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him most.

“Is this what you need,lille en?” Sven murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Do you need yourHerrato fill you and to center you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Please,Herra. I need it… I need it so much.”

I pictured Sven’s light eyes darkening with lust and a possessive hunger that made my pussy clench with anticipation. He shifted slightly, the blunt head of his cock nudging against the slick opening of my needy sheath. I whimpered, my body trembling as I waited for him to push inside.

“You are mine,” Sven growled, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “Every inch of you. Your tightfisseand your sweet littlerøvhul.Your speech and your heart and your mind—all mine. Mine to use and mine to protect, to cherish and to keep safe.”

I cried out as his thick manhood entered me from behind, a mixture of pleasure and soreness flooding my senses. My pussy still felt terribly tender from the intense fucking I’d received earlier, but my body welcomed him eagerly nonetheless. As he pushed deeper, stretching me open, I couldn’t help but sob softly at the discomfort. Yet even as tears pricked my eyes, I felt my inner walls clenching around him, drawing him further inside.

“That’s it,lille en,” Sven murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Take all of me. Your tight littlefissefeels so good around mypik.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I pressed back against him, wanting to take him even deeper. Sven began to move, his thrusts gentle at first, mindful of my soreness. But even that slow, careful pace was enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

“Herra,” I whimpered, my fingers clutching at the furs beneath us. “It feels… oh, God, it feels so good.”

Sven’s hand came around to cup my breast, his callused fingers teasing my nipple to a hard peak. “You were made for this, Mary,” he growled, his hips picking up speed. “Made to take the cock, to give a warrior his pleasure.”

I moaned, lost in the sensations as Sven fucked me harder. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a burning need that consumed me entirely. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, building and building until I felt my body might come apart from the intensity.

As Sven’s pace increased, I felt myself slipping into that now-familiar altered state. The physical sensations—the slap of skin on skin, the stretch of my pussy around Sven’s thick shaft—began to fade into the background. In their place, I felt as though my head were expanding, my consciousness stretching out beyond the confines of my body.

Suddenly, I was no longer in the dimly lit bedchamber. I found myself hovering above the ice of the frozen bay I had seen before, with the longship in the ice and the metal cathedral on the shore.

As Sven’s thrusts grew more forceful, my vision seemed to sharpen. The icy landscape spread out before me in stark, crystalline detail. The frozen bay stretched to the horizon, a vast expanse of white broken only by jagged cracks and pressure ridges. The air was so crisp and cold that each breath felt like inhaling shards of glass.

In the distance, I could see the metal cathedral rising from the snowy shore. Its skeletal frame reached toward the steel-gray sky, a monument of human ambition amid nature’s desolation. Scaffolding crisscrossed between the massive girders, creating a dizzying lattice of metal and shadow. As I watched, tiny figures moved along the scaffolding, their purpose unknown, but clearly urgent.

But it was the longship that drew my attention most powerfully. There, half-buried in the translucent ice, lay the ancient vessel. Its wooden planks were still visible beneath the frozen surface, preserved for centuries by the unforgiving cold. The curved prow rose proudly from the ice, its dragon-head figurehead snarling silently at the empty sky.

Distantly, I felt Sven’s pace quicken, his powerful body driving into me with increasing urgency. The physical sensations seemed to echo through my vision, causing ripples in the ice that surrounded the longship. With each thrust, I felt myself being drawn closer to the frozen vessel, as if pulled by an unseen force.

Suddenly, my perspective shifted. I was no longer hovering above the ice, but standing on its glassy surface. The cold bit into my bare feet, but I barely noticed, transfixed by what I saw before me. A figure was emerging from the longship, climbing out of the ice as if it were water.

It was a Viking warrior, clad in a heavy fur cloak that swept the ground behind him. His beard was frosted with ice, and his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light. As he stepped onto the ice, I saw that he carried something in his arms—a bundle wrapped in oiled leather, clutched protectively to his chest.

The warrior’s gaze met mine, and in that moment, I felt a jolt of recognition. Though his face was unfamiliar, there was something in his eyes that reminded me of Sven. It was the same intensity, the same unwavering purpose.

Just then, I felt my body convulse with pleasure. Sven’s cock was hitting that perfect spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. As my orgasm crashed over me, the vision exploded into vivid clarity.

The warrior strode across the ice, his steps sure and purposeful. He was walking toward the metal cathedral, the bundle in his arms seeming to pulse with an inner light.

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