Page 70 of Her Viking Master

But then, just as I was beginning to feel more confident, Marmareus’ expression sharpened again. His eyes narrowed, and he leaned in slightly, his voice low and intense.

“What exactly does Camille know more about than you do, Mary?”

The question caught me by surprise, and for a moment, I felt my carefully constructed facade waver. But then, as if by some strange magic, I felt that connection to Yggdrasil again. The lies came easily, flowing from me with a naturalness that astonished me as I heard my own words.

“I… I know about a… a virus,” I stammered, letting my voice quaver with fear and uncertainty. “I was at a… a… meeting with a Russian… Georgy, Beaumont called him.”

I felt my face blaze into a deep blush as I remembered the scene, how it had featured me as a sexual plaything to be enjoyed on the side, like an aperitif for the magnates’ most rapacious, obscene appetites.

I studiedLeoMarmareus’ distractingly gorgeous face. I thought I might have seen a flicker of surprise on his brow as I delivered what I felt certain represented my most important piece of intelligence. It vanished immediately; if this man didn’t in fact know about the virus, he definitely wanted me to think he did.

“The virus, yes,” he said dismissively, as if he had no interest in the matter. “We’ll want to hear all about that soon. But you’re not answering my question, are you, Mary?”

I paused, biting my lip as if struggling with the memory.

“Beaumont… he said something about using Camille next. That Georgy would want to try her… her cunt and her bottom… to compare them with mine. I thought… I assumed it meant she would know more about their plans than I do.”

I looked up atLeoMarmareus, letting tears well in my eyes. “I don’t actually know if she does,” I admitted, my voice sounding tiny in my own ears. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I misunderstood. But I couldn’t… I couldn’t leave her there with them.”

I reached out impulsively, grabbingLeoMarmareus’ hand. The touch of his warm skin against mine sent an unwelcome jolt of electricity through me. “Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “You have to understand. Camille was all I had in that horrible place. We protected each other, comforted each other. I couldn’t bear the thought of her being left behind, of what they might do to her.”

My fingers tightened onLeoMarmareus’ hand as I spoke, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. “Even if she doesn’t know anything more than I do, she’s been through so much. She deserves to be safe, to be free of them. Please… please don’t… hurt us?”

As I pleaded with Marmareus, I felt a bizarre mix of emotions roiling in my heart and my body. Part of me was amazed—and horrified—at how easily the lies flowed from my lips, at how convincingly I could portray this fictional version of myself. Another part reveled in the performance, at the way thevölvainside me had begun to emerge so fully and effectively, proud of my ability to manipulate even this seasoned operative.

Beneath it all, I realized, lay a kernel of truth in what I was telling him. I understood distantly that by accessing that basic honesty—a sincerity that came from my connection to the world tree, whatever that actually meant—I could build convincing falsehoods.

I really, truly couldn’t bear the thought of Camille being left behind, of her falling into the hands of the Pretorian Guard without me there to protect her. Our bond, forged in the crucible of our shared experiences, was real, even if the details of our capture were not. That bond let me deceive this skilled operative—or so I hoped, at least.

LeoMarmareus’ dark eyes searched my face again, and I thought I saw another, different kind of flicker in their depths. Sympathy? For a moment, I dared to hope that my plea had touched him, that he might believe me.

Then his expression hardened once more, though, and he gently but firmly extricated his hand from my grasp. “I see,” he said, his voice neutral. “Thank you for explaining, Mary. We’ll certainly take that into consideration.”

I let my hand fall back to my lap, feeling suddenly bereft without the contact. I thought I could see that I had convincedLeoMarmareus that I had told the truth so far. But I also felt my new instincts telling me something more—issuing a warning, in fact. I had to do more, I had to prove my value another way.

“Leo… sir…” I whispered, my heart racing. I got onto my knees, gazing up into his eyes, hardly believing what my body had begun to do.

“It’s a title,” he said, looking down at me with an expression so severe it made my tummy flip. “You’re saying it as if it’s a name, Mary. It meansLion. I am aLeoof the Pretorian Guard.”

“Leo…” I said, softly and pleadingly, reaching out my hands in prayer. To my horror, I felt my pussy clench, as if in abject acknowledgment of his power over me. “Leo… please?”

I reached further. I clasped the enemy agent’s knees—theLeo’s knees, I tried to make myself remember, thinking that every little piece of intelligence helped fulfill my mission. My heart jumped as my fingers sensed the strength in the taut sinews under the soft material. I felt his whole, muscular body jerk slightly at the contact, and I gathered a little courage from that physical, animal response.

A whimper escaped my lips. I lowered my eyes to look at the front of his trousers. Before I could think about it, I followed my body’s mortifying instinct: I whimpered again, and leaned my face forward until I could nuzzle the woolen fabric.

I felt the hardness there, huge and warm, like my real master’s beautiful cock. I kissed it, and then I kissed it again, mewed like a kitten desperate for milk. My heart raced as I felt the heat of his arousal against my face. A shiver ran through me as I inhaled his masculine scent.

Marmareus chuckled darkly, the sound sending tingles down my spine. I pulled my face back a little, and I looked up into his eyes.

“Please?” I whispered again. I moved my hands up a little bit, feeling the strength of his quads, clenching anew, down between my legs, at the sheer power of this man—thisLeo’s body.Lion: it seemed a good word for him.

I sensed his hands moving in front of him, putting his handheld back in his jacket and then reaching down. My breath caught in my throat as I heard the whisper of his zipper.

With another little whimper I lowered my eyes to see him take out his cock. It sprang free, thick and hard, an inch or two from my face. I felt dizzy with arousal, the stimuli coming from so many directions at once I could hardly count them: Sven, sharing me with Beaumont, Georgy, and now the most powerful, most dangerous stranger of all…LeoMarmareus, his enormous manhood hard at the idea of using me, the submissive slut who had already taken so many cocks… myself, the girl who had taken men’s penises in every hole a girl could take a man’s hardness…

Me, Mary O’Toole, naked on my knees. Only a few days ago a modest virgin who played with herself in the shower. Here, begging a man to be allowed to take his penis into her mouth… pleading with him to fuck her face and let her swallow his semen, or to cover her face with it, or to choose which of her body’s openings to finish his pleasure in.

I had thought that being used by Beaumont and Georgy had answered the shameful needs Sven had uncovered—satisfied those needs, even. Seducing an enemy agent like this turned me on more than I could have imagined, though.

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