Page 66 of Her Viking Master

I could only whimper in response, my hips rising to meet her thrusts. The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter, bringing me to the very edge of release. Just as I thought I might tumble over that precipice, Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of my arousal.

“Stop!” Beaumont commanded sharply. “Don’t you dare come yet, you little sluts.”

I whimpered in frustration as Camille stilled her movements, both of us trembling on the edge of orgasm. My body ached with need, every nerve ending on fire.

“Good girls,” Beaumont purred. “Now, I want you to keep going, but don’t you dare come. Not until I say so. If either of you comes without permission, you’ll both feel the cane again.”

Hesitantly, Camille resumed her movements, slower now, more controlled. The delicious friction of her pussy against mine was maddening. I could feel my climax hovering just out of reach, my muscles clenching with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” I gasped, not sure if I was begging for release or for it to stop. “I can’t… it’s too… please… please… I need to…”

“You can and you will,” Beaumont growled. “You girls need training, and I mean to provide it. I’ll thrash you until you learn to obey me, if I have to.”

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Camille and I writhed together, desperately seeking release yet terrified of finding it. Sweat beaded on my skin, my entire body quivering with the effort of restraint. I could see the same struggle playing out on Camille’s face, her brow furrowed in concentration.

Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of our shared torment, marking the passing minutes. “Five minutes… seven minutes… nine minutes… See, girls? You’re learning.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, when I was certain I would shatter into a million pieces, Beaumont finally spoke the words we’d been longing to hear.

“Come for me, my little whores. Come now!”

The dam broke. Pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves as my orgasm ripped through my body. I screamed, my back arching off the bed as my pussy clenched and spasmed against Camille’s. Above me, Camille cried out her own release, her hips jerking erratically against mine.

But it didn’t stop there. As the first wave of pleasure began to ebb, another rose to take its place. I gasped, my eyes flying open in shock as a second orgasm overtook me, even more intense than the first.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my fingers digging into Camille’s hips. “Oh… oh, no…”

But my body paid no heed to my protests. A third climax built rapidly, crashing over me with such force that my vision went white around the edges. I was dimly aware of Camille collapsing on top of me, her body shuddering with her own multiple orgasms.

As the pleasure reached a fever pitch, I felt myself slipping away. The physical sensations faded, replaced by the now-familiar rushing sound of wind through ancient branches. Beaumont’s opulent bedroom faded away and I was in the branches of Yggdrasil.

There, along a bough that I knew somehow Camille and I and Beaumont were traveling, I saw two gnarled branches. On one of them was the Guard—they were so close, now, though it seemed perceptible only through my strangevölva’s intuition… they took only me, and left Camille behind. Along the other branch, though…

I had it. I knew what I would do, what I must do.

As the vision faded and I returned to my body, I found myself still trembling with aftershocks. Camille lay atop me, her breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. The silk sheets beneath us were damp with our mingled sweat and arousal.

“Well, well.” Beaumont’s voice cut through the haze of our shared ecstasy. “I can tell that my little whores enjoyed themselves quite thoroughly.”

I felt Camille stiffen against me, the reality of our situation crashing back over us both. Beaumont’s eyes raked over our entwined bodies, his gaze burning with cruel desire.

“Now,” he purred, his voice thick with lust, “it’s time for me to enjoy those adorable whipped asses of yours. Get up and lay yourselves over the side of the bed, sluts.”

My legs felt like jelly as Camille and I disentangled ourselves and moved to obey. The cool air of the room raised goosebumps on my flushed skin as I draped myself over the edge of the mattress. Beside me, Camille did the same, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her face.

I heard the soft rustle of fabric as Beaumont shrugged off his robe, followed by the snap of a bottle being opened. The scent of lubricant filled the air, clinical but also terribly lewd.

“Mmm, yes,” Beaumont murmured as he moved behind us. “Such pretty little holes, all ready for my cock.”

I flinched as I felt his slick fingers probe at my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. The intrusion burned, the generous amount of lube he was using not helping much. Beside me, I heard Camille’s sharp intake of breath as Beaumont’s other hand worked to prepare her as well.

“You’re both so tight,” he growled, pressing his fingers deeper. “It’s going to hurt when I fuck you. But don’t worry, little whores. I’ll make sure you’re nice and slick first.”

As he continued to work us open, Beaumont’s words grew more obscene, more brutal. “I’m going to fuck these sweet little asses so hard,” he promised, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. “You won’t be able to sit comfortably for days. Every time you move, you’ll feel the ache and remember who you belong to.”

I whimpered, burying my face in the silk sheets as Beaumont withdrew his fingers. I heard the wet sounds of him stroking his cock, slicking it with more lube. My heart raced, a confusing mix of fear and unwanted arousal traveling through my body.

“Now,” Beaumont growled, positioning himself behind me, “let’s see how well you take my cock, little Mary.”

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