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I cast my gaze desperately toward Sven, trying to communicate with my eyes what I couldn’t say aloud. The information about Georgy’s computer virus felt like a physical weight in my mind, pressing against my temples with increasing urgency. If I could only reach Yggdrasil, I knew I could find the right branch, the right future where I could warn Sven properly. But the pathways remained closed, myvölvasenses muddled.

“As you can see,” Marmareus said, his voice carrying across the chamber, “theNymphobiare skilled cocksmen. Trained for years in the arts of pleasure and control.”

I moaned as Lucius brought me to the edge once again, his massive cock hitting that perfect spot inside me before he deliberately slowed, denying me release with cruel precision. My entire body trembled with frustrated need, sweat trickling down my spine to mingle with the welts from Sven’s punishment.

“Mary and Camille,” Marmareus continued, his dark eyes moving between Sven and Erik with calculating intensity, “will not be allowed to orgasm until the end of the ritual, once an agreement has been negotiated.”

The words hit me like a physical blow. My pussy clenched helplessly around Lucius’ invading hardness as I processed their meaning. Not until an agreement was reached? How long would that take? Minutes? Hours? I wasn’t sure I could endure this exquisite torture much longer without breaking.

“Oh, no,” I moaned, my voice cracking with desperation. “Please…Herra…Leo…”

The moment the words left my lips, I knew I’d made a mistake. The chamber fell silent except for the wet sounds of theNymphobi’s continued thrusting. Even they seemed to slow, as if sensing the sudden shift in atmosphere. I felt Lucius pause, his massive cock still buried deep inside me, as all eyes turned toward me.

Marmareus’ expression changed, his eyes narrowing as he studied me with renewed interest.

“Is there something you’d like to tell your masters, Mary?” he asked, his voice stern, carrying an undercurrent of danger that made my blood run cold.

I saw a look of unease flicker across Sven’s face—there and gone in an instant, but unmistakable to one who knew him as intimately as I did. That tiny crack in his impassive mask terrified me more than anything that had happened since our arrival in New York. If Sven was worried, then the situation was truly perilous.

With a deliberate calm that somehow intensified the menace of the moment, Marmareus reached beneath the obsidian table. When his hand reappeared, it held a sleek black pistol, its surface gleaming dully in the chamber’s ruddy light. Without haste, without drama, he pointed it directly at Sven’s head.

“I think,” Marmareus said, his voice betraying no emotion whatsoever, “that it’s time we dispensed with the pretense. You are not Pretorian Guard. You are notGroupe Synergistique. And this girl—” he nodded toward me, “—knows something she’s desperate to tell you.”

My body reacted instinctively, straining against the restraints that bound me to the bench. I managed to thrust my whipped bottom backwards just enough to change the angle of Lucius’s latest thrust so that he hit my g-spot with devastating precision. The sudden, intense pleasure crashed through me, overwhelming the careful control theNymphobushad maintained over my responses.

I started to come, my pussy clenching rhythmically around theNymphobus’ massive cock, my vision blurring as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. Though I had caused it, the power of the orgasm took me by surprise, its intensity magnified by the long minutes of denial that had preceded it.

And in that moment of release, my consciousness expanded, transcending the limitations of my physical form. I went instantly into the branches of Yggdrasil, the cosmic tree unfurling before my inner vision with breathtaking clarity.

Time seemed to slow, to stretch like warm honey, as I navigated the tangled pathways of possible futures. I saw countless branches spreading before me, each representing a different outcome, a different path forward from this perilous moment. Some led to darkness, to violence and death. Others offered the faintest glimmer of hope, of survival and eventual triumph.

I moved through them with the instinctive knowledge of avölva, my consciousness drawn inexorably toward the branches that glowed with the greatest potential for balance, for the preservation of what truly mattered. And as I traveled, I saw with perfect clarity what I needed to do.

It wasn’t the virus I should speak of. No. If I mentioned Georgy’s plan to attack Paris’ power grid, the Pretorian Guard would assume the Sons of Odin had planted it themselves. They would see it as confirmation of their suspicions, as proof that Sven and Erik were agents of chaos rather than of civilization. But… if I could somehow reinforce the two groups’ shared values…

“Herra,” I cried through the overwhelming ecstasy of my stolen orgasm, “in the Arctic… they’re… they’re building a space station to… to save civilization.”

CHAPTER48

Mary

“What an interesting thing to say,” Marmareus observed coolly. My heart pounded as I watched him lower the gun and place it on the table, with his hand still atop it, as if ready to use it at the slightest sign of resistance from Sven or Erik. “While we figure out what to do about it,NymphobusLucius, please punish this naughtyNuptafor her illicit orgasm.”

The sudden emptiness left by Lucius withdrawing from my pussy felt like a physical shock, a void where moments before there had been overwhelming fullness. I barely had time to process the sensation before his massive hand connected with my exposed bottom, the sharp crack of palm against flesh echoing through the chamber like a gunshot.

“Ah!” I cried out, my body jerking against the restraints that held me bound to the fucking bench. The initial sting bloomed into a spreading heat that radiated outward from the point of impact, awakening the welts Sven had placed there earlier. Before I could recover, Lucius’ hand fell again, landing on the opposite cheek with equal force.

His left hand gripped my belt with iron strength, holding me steady for his punishment. Each time I instinctively tried to squirm away from the punishing blows, the belt bit into my waist, forcing me back into position. The leather creaked with my desperate movements, the metal rings securing my restraints to the bench jingling in counterpoint to the rhythmic slaps of Lucius’s palm.

He maintained a deliberate pace—slow, methodical, each spank carefully placed for maximum effect. TheNymphobussaid nothing as he disciplined me, his silence somehow more intimidating than any verbal admonishment could have been. There was something terribly impersonal about his punishment, as if I were merely an object to be corrected rather than a person who had transgressed.

I bit my lip hard, tasting copper as I tried to focus through the building pain. My stolen orgasm had given me a fleeting glimpse of Yggdrasil’s branches, but the connection had been severed the moment Lucius withdrew from me. Now, with each stinging slap against my tender flesh, I struggled to hold onto the clarity I’d briefly attained.

Beside me, Camille moaned, a desperate, needy sound that spoke of torturous frustration. I turned my head as much as the restraints would allow, catching a glimpse of her flushed face contorted in pleasure-pain as Brutus continued his relentless rhythm, keeping her perpetually on the edge of climax without allowing her to tumble over. Her dark hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead, her eyes glazed with unsatisfied desire.

“Please,” she whispered, the word barely audible beneath the sound of Lucius’ palm connecting with my bottom again. “Please, I need…”

Brutus responded by slowing his thrusts even further, reducing them to a maddening tease that made Camille sob with frustration. The twoNymphobiworked in perfect tandem—one punishing, one denying, both demonstrating absolute control over our bodies and responses.

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