Page 94 of Her Viking Master

Another spank landed on my already burning bottom, harder than the ones before, making tears spring to my eyes. I gasped, the sound catching in my throat as Lucius’ fingertips grazed my swollen pussy.

In front of us, behind the table,LeoMarmareus seemed content to watch the lewd scene unfold without further comment. Through the haze of my backside’s agony, I understood that the Guardsman had decided to wait for the Sons of Odin to make the next move. Sven and Erik exchanged a glance.

“Is it true?” Sven asked suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the sounds of my punishment. “The space station in the Arctic?”

I tried to focus on their conversation through the burning pain radiating from my bottom, each of Lucius’ spanks sending fresh waves of fire across my skin. My tears flowed freely now, dripping onto the leather padding beneath my face.

Marmareus didn’t answer Sven’s question directly. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable—calculation, perhaps, or a deeper form of assessment. The silence stretched between them, taut as a bowstring, before he finally spoke.

“NymphobusLucius,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of ancient authority, “this newNuptarequires more significant correction. Fuck her ass to continue her punishment.”

My heart lurched painfully in my chest at his words. Despite all the violations I’d endured, my anus remained the most intimate, private part of me. The idea of having theNymphobusfuck me there while my trueHerrawatched made my heart quail.

“No,” I whimpered, the word escaping before I could stop it. “Please, I can’t?—”

Lucius’ hand connected with my bottom again, silencing my protest with a particularly vicious spank that made me cry out. I felt him shift his position behind me, felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my smallest entrance. The pressure was insistent but not yet forceful—a prelude to the inevitable invasion.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sven rise to his feet in one fluid motion. The ruby-colored robe moved majestically around his powerful frame as he stood, his broad shoulders squared, his stance wide and commanding. He looked every inch the warrior-scholar, the Viking master whose dominance transcended time and culture.

Marmareus’ hand tightened visibly on the pistol, his knuckles flexing slightly, but very perceptibly. The tension in the chamber thickened, the air between the men seeming to crackle with unspoken threats and calculations. Behind me, Lucius paused, the head of his cock still resting against my anus as he awaited further instruction.

“For my group,” Sven said, his voice resonating through the chamber with quiet power, “the taking of a bed thrall’s bottom represents the ultimate mastery of her being.”

He paused, his ice-blue eyes locking with Marmareus’ dark ones across the obsidian table. The moment stretched, pregnant with significance, before Sven continued.

“And for the first time, I will name my group to you,LeoMarmareus. We are the Sons of Odin, guardians of the ancient ways, preservers of true civilization.”

A shiver ran through me at his words, at the deliberate claiming of identity after so much careful obfuscation.

“I believe,” Sven said, his voice carrying a scholarly authority that seemed to fill the vast chamber, “that the Guard calls the fucking of an initiate’s anus theact of civilization.”

Marmareus’ expression shifted subtly, his dark eyes narrowing with interest rather than suspicion. He inclined his head in a slight nod, his hand still resting casually atop the pistol.

“That is correct,” he confirmed, his voice carrying the weight of ancient tradition. “The final penetration represents the triumph of rational order over the chaos of nature, of dominant man over submissive woman.”

My heart pounded against my ribs as I watched this strange negotiation unfold before me. I felt Lucius withdraw slightly, the pressure against my anus easing as he awaited new instructions. My body trembled with a confusing mixture of relief and anticipation, the welts on my bottom throbbing in time with my racing pulse.

“In that case,” Sven continued, his eyes finding mine across the chamber, “to demonstrate that as Sons of Odin, Erik and I know how to civilize and tame brilliant young women like Mary and Camille, I think I should punish Mary anally, while Erik demonstrates the loving use of a girl’s anus by fucking Camille’s ass.”

The words sent a shock of electricity through my entire body. All that had happened, all the humiliations and violations I had endured, couldn’t keep the prospect of being taken anally by Sven—my trueHerra, my master—here in the sanctuary of the enemy from making my pulse quicken and my pussy clench with renewed desire. To be reclaimed by him in the most intimate way possible, to have him mark me as his own before these men who had used me for purposes opposed to Sven’s… the thought was terrifying and thrilling in equal measure.

Marmareus looked up at him, clearly puzzled by this unexpected proposal. His hand remained on the gun, his fingers curled around its grip with casual readiness. The chamber had grown unnaturally quiet, the only sounds my labored breathing and Camille’s soft whimpers as Brutus continued to hold her on the edge of release.

“What are you up to, Sven?” Marmareus asked calmly, his voice betraying nothing but mild curiosity. “If you would like to let Mary whisper something into your ear, I have no objection, though of course it will only mean that I can drag the information out of you, if I fail to get it from Mary.”

The casual cruelty of his words made me shiver. I remembered all too well the methods the Guard had employed to try to extract information from me—the diabolical saddle, themastix, the relentless stimulation that had left me sobbing and broken. The thought of Sven enduring the masculine version of that treatment made my blood run cold.

Sven smiled then, his gaze holding mine with an intensity that seemed to reach across the space between us and touch something deep within my soul. In that moment, I thought I understood what he intended.

“No,” Sven said, his voice carrying that perfect blend of authority and reassurance that made my inner walls clench with longing. “I merely want you Guardsmen to see the matter as we see it. Come with us, and enjoy our bed thralls’ mouths as we fuck their bottoms. I feel sure we’ll be able to resolve this impasse.”

My heart leapt in my chest as the realization bloomed within me. Of course—Sven wanted to send me to Yggdrasil one more time, with him inside me, so that I could figure out what to do with my intel about the virus. I knew Sven didn’t know the nature of the intel, but he knew I knew something important, something that might shift the balance of power in this dangerous game.

When Sven fucked my ass, the intensity of the sensation would trigger myvölvasenses. The exquisite pain-pleasure of that most intimate invasion would open the pathways to the cosmic tree, would allow me to see which branch of possible futures we needed to follow. The realization made me tremble with a mixture of anticipation and fear.

Marmareus appeared bemused by the suggestion, his dark eyes calculating as they moved from Sven to Erik and back again. After a moment of consideration, he nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“An intriguing proposition,” he said, rising from his seat with fluid grace. “Very well. Let us observe your methods.”

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