Page 54 of Her Viking Master

I nodded mutely, my cheek throbbing from the blow. Sven unzipped his fly, freeing his massive cock. Despite how well I had already gotten to know it—even having had him in my mouth only a few minutes earlier—the sight of it now made me gasp.

“Hey,” Erik said from behind me. “Let’s put them over a hay bale, with their faces and asses next to each other. That’ll make it easy to compare.”

I swallowed hard. Camille let out a whimper that made me turn my face over my other shoulder, where I could just make eye contact with her. My tummy flipped as I saw the look in my fellowvölva’s eyes: the picture, I felt sure, of the same conflict that swirled inside me.

Then I saw that Erik had picked up a hay bale, and covered it with another old horse blanket. I felt Sven pick me up off the ground and I cried out as he carried me toward the bale, where Erik had already started to position Camille.

I trembled as Sven laid me next to her. Some of the rough straw came through the blanket, poking into my tender skin. My face pressed against Camille’s hip, her warm flesh contrasting with the cool air of the stable. I could smell the lingering scent of her arousal mingled with sweat and fear. My own scent, I realized with a jolt of shame, must be just as strong in Camille’s nostrils.

As Sven’s large hands gripped my hips, spreading me open, I felt again the confusing surge of arousal course through my body. No matter how many times it happened, it seemed, the heat in my face and between my thighs remained the same.

I don’t want this, I told myself.Our masters… No, these horrible men… they’ve kidnapped us. They’re treating us like objects, using us for their pleasure with no regard for our comfort or consent.

And yet… my traitorous body responded eagerly to the touch of the kidnapper my belovedHerrahad to pretend to be. My pussy clenched and I could feel my sheath growing slick with need.

“I’ll take the redhead’s mouth and the brunette’s cunt,” Sven said. “Then we can switch.”

Instinctively I pursed my lips closed as I found Sven’s enormous cock brushing against them. I heard Camille let out a closed-mouth mew and I knew her master must have demanded the same shameful service. Somehow, I realized distantly, Sven and Erik had orchestrated the scene so that our resistance would emerge, and fool our unseen watchers.

I felt Sven’s hand tangle in my hair, yanking my head back painfully. “Open your mouth, slut,” he growled. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

Trembling, I parted my lips. Immediately, Sven thrust his massive cock inside, filling my mouth completely. I heard the wet sounds of Camille’s obedience, briefly. Then, as Sven began to fuck my face with long, deep strokes, I felt Erik’s hands grip my hips. His thick cock probed at my entrance, and I couldn’t help but moan around Sven’s shaft as Erik pushed inside me. The dual penetration was overwhelming, my body stretched and filled in ways I had never experienced before.

Sven pulled his cock from between my lips. I sobbed with too many emotions to count as, right next to my face, he took hold of Camille’s waist and thrust into her pussy.

Beside me, I could feel Camille’s body jerk and shudder as my master used her the same way hers did me. Her hip pressed against my cheek, the movement rhythmic as Sven thrust into her. Then Erik had pulled out of my needy sheath, and I could hear my friend’s muffled cries, punctuated by the wet sounds of Erik’s cock plunging in and out of her mouth.

Sven returned to my mouth, and I tasted Camille again, this time mingled with myHerra’s distinctive, dark, masculine musk. Then, without warning, he moved back to Camille, thrusting his cock deep into her vagina. I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as he began to fuck her very hard. His shaft glistened with my saliva and the mortifying evidence of Camille’s helpless arousal.

As Sven used Camille’s pussy, Erik’s pace inside me increased too. His fingers dug into my hips, surely leaving bruises. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, making me cry out despite my best efforts to stay silent.

“That’s it, little whore,” Erik grunted. “Take my cock like a good little slut.”

I buried my face against the scratchy horse blanket, trying to muffle my moans. But there was no escaping the sensations assaulting my body. Erik’s thick shaft stretched me deliciously, hitting spots inside me that lit up my nervous system with terrible pleasure.

Suddenly, Sven was back, his cock pressing against my lips once more. I could taste Camille on him now even more strongly, her tangy flavor mingling with his own more intensely. The knowledge that I was tasting my friend’s most intimate essence on our captor’s cock sent shame and arousal rocketing through me.

“Suck it clean,” Sven commanded. “Show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”

I felt myself slipping into that strange, altered state I had experienced before. The physical sensations—the stretch of my jaw around Sven’s thick shaft, Erik’s relentless thrusting into my aching pussy—began to fade away. In their place came a rushing sound, like wind through ancient branches.

Suddenly, I was no longer in the musty stable. Instead, I found myself standing at the base of it… the impossibly vast world tree…Yggdrasil. Its trunk was wider than any redwood, its bark deeply furrowed and etched with strange runes. The roots spread out around me, each as thick as a house, disappearing into swirling mists.

I felt drawn to one particular root, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. As I approached, I saw images flickering across its surface—glimpses of past, present, and future intertwined. I recognized myself and Camille, saw flashes of the Pretorian Guard and their hidden strongholds.

Distantly, I was aware of Sven and Erik switching places, felt the change as a new cock—thicker, longer, more familiar somehow—thrust into my aching pussy. But it all seemed far away, unimportant compared to the visions unfolding before me.

I placed my hand on the root, gasping as knowledge flooded my mind. I saw the true extent of the Pretorian Guard’s power, their tendrils reaching into every level of government and industry. But I also saw their vulnerabilities, the cracks in their seemingly impenetrable armor.

As my consciousness drifted through Yggdrasil’s branches, I distantly registered new sensations in my physical body. Sven—or was it Erik?—was using my mouth to lubricate his cock, preparing to breach Camille’s bottom hole. Then I felt a blunt pressure against my own anus, the burn as the other man—Sven, definitely… myHerra—slowly pushed inside.

The pain of that penetration anchored me briefly to my body, but then I was flying around the world tree’s roots again. I saw the past… New York City… a skyscraper with its own roots deep, deep in the earth… an abyss with fire in its depths…

As Sven began to thrust in earnest into the ass he had opened for his personal pleasure my first night, atop his bride saddle, I heard snatches of conversation floating up from the physical realm.

“Fuck, her ass is tight,” Sven grunted.

“This one too,” Erik replied. “But she’s taking it like a good girl. These little sluts were made for anal. I bet the boys they lost it to would like to be where we are now.”

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