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Erik had already stood, his powerful frame imposing beneath the ceremonial robe. He moved toward Camille with purposeful strides, his expression a perfect mask of controlled desire. I watched him approach my sistervölva, saw the mixture of fear and relief that crossed her features as she recognized that her true master would now reclaim her.

Marmareus stood, adjusting his robe with casual elegance. “Nymphobi,” he commanded, “you have permission to enjoyNuptaCassandra andNuptaViola while our guests demonstrate their mastery.”

I watched, pussy clenching, as Lucius and Brutus led Cassandra and Viola to just in front of the table, theNymphobi’s cocks still shining from my and Camille’s pussies. TheNuptaedropped to their knees with practiced grace, their mouths opening to receive the massive organs that had so recently been inside Camille and me. The sight was obscene yet mesmerizing—the perfect synchronicity of their movements, the way they took the enormous cocks into their throats without apparent hesitation or discomfort.

Sven and Erik walked behind Camille and me, their bare footsteps soft against the stone floor. My heart hammered against my ribs as I felt Sven’s presence behind me, the heat of his body radiating through the space between us. I whimpered as he spread my bottom cheeks, his touch so different from Lucius’—familiar, even comforting despite the distressing idea that myHerrameant to punish me with his huge cock, while Camille experienced a much gentler reunion with hers.

I heard Camille moan as Erik began to fuck her bottom gently. The sound of her pleasure-pain sent shivers down my spine, a prelude to what awaited me at Sven’s hands. I felt his powerful presence behind me, his breath warm against my neck as he positioned himself. His fingers spread my cheeks wider, exposing my most intimate opening to his gaze.

“Such a beautiful flower,” he murmured, his voice pitched for my ears alone. “So perfect for a man’s pleasure.”

I felt the broad head of his cock press against my puckered entrance, slick with something—oil of consecration, surely, courtesy of Marmareus, which my master must have applied while I was distracted by the scene before me. The pressure built steadily, inexorably, as he pushed forward with deliberate restraint.

Then came the burning stretch as my body yielded to his invasion. I cried out, the sound torn from my throat by the exquisite agony of penetration. Sven’s cock felt enormous inside me, stretching the tight ring of muscle beyond what felt natural. Unlike Marmareus and theNymphobi, who had seemed to use my body with casual force, Sven’s possession carried the weight of ownership, of reclamation.

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice dropping to that register that made my inner walls clench with recognition. “Take me,lille en. Take all of me.”

CHAPTER49

Sven

I pushed my cock deeper into Mary’s adorable littlerøvhul. My gorgeousvölvalet out a sob, as if the searing sensation had intensified almost past her breaking point. I could feel her trying to control her reactions, to relax into the invasion as she’d been taught. I watched as her fingers curled into fists against the leather padding of the bench, her knuckles white with tension.

Then, as I knew I must, I abandoned gentleness. I gripped Mary’s hips with bruising force and began to fuck her whipped, spank-reddened bottom roughly, each powerful thrust driving my cock deeper into the narrow passage of her thoroughly punished ass. My lovely bed thrall’s back arched, and she strained against the complex set of leather restraints the Pretorian Guard so obviously favored for the training of new acquisitions.

I could sense how Mary’s pain had begun to blossom into something more complex, a mixture of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her consciousness. Her sweet, ambiguous cries echoed off the stone walls of the chamber, mingling with Camille’s softer moans as Erik continued his more measured penetration of his own bed thrall’s bottom.

Good, I thought.I need you overwhelmed, your adorablefisseempty and aching.

The ways of thevölurremained mysterious—even to the wise women themselves. But certain things, we knew, had greater potential to unlock true, extensive, saving visions. The kind of orgasm I now meant to force on Mary, with herHerra’s hardness in her backside, had the chance to render everything clear to her in a way that I knew even my intellect couldn’t see.

There was great danger here, in the heart of the Pretorian Guard’s Mithraeum—perhaps so great that Mary wouldn’t be able to find a way out, as far as she might search the branches of Yggdrasil for one. Matthew Apollis might like us, even admire us—but if he decided he had to kill all four of us, I knew with absolute certainty that he would.

I knew it because I would do the same myself, if our positions were somehow reversed. Somehow, though, I had a confidence beyond reason that Mary O’Toole was the exact girl, the exactvölva, who could find a solution.

Through a haze of dominant pleasure that clouded my vision and my mind a little, I saw Matthew move to stand before the fucking benches. He had opened his ceremonial robe fully, revealing a body sculpted by years of disciplined training. His sizable cock jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls. He positioned himself between Mary and Camille, close enough that I felt Mary tense, as if his masculine scent had filled her nostrils.

“Taste me,” the Guardsman commanded, his voice carrying that same quiet authority that he had used since our meeting at the airport.

I lifted my gaze to his face, searching for some clue as to what game Marmareus meant to play, how he intended to counter my gesture. His dark eyes revealed nothing but calm expectation. I continued my relentless rhythm, my hands gripping the belt that bound Mary to the bench beneath me. Each thrust made the wood of the bench creak, and drew a cry from my littlevölva.

“Obey him,lille en,” I commanded. “You girls are vessels of your masters’ mutual interests. In sharing you, we grow closer to one another.”

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Mary

I gasped, my body trembling between the two men who now claimed me from opposite ends. Pain and pleasure mingled as I stretched my neck forward to obey Marmareus’ command, even as Sven continued his relentless assault on my bottom’s too-full hole. My confused brain found in the discomfort in my anus a stern command from my master—to make my lips soft for Marmareus’ enjoyment as they parted to accept theLeo’s impressive manhood.

The head of his cock brushed against my mouth, warm and smooth, carrying a faint saltiness that made my pulse quicken with shameful arousal. I darted my tongue out to taste him, to wet my lips before taking him inside. My mind reeled at the sheer humiliation of it all—bound to a fucking bench, my bottom impaled on myHerra’smassive hardness while another man, an enemy, used my mouth for his pleasure.

“You both have remarkable control over your bed thralls,” Marmareus observed, his voice steady amid the pleasure I knew he must be feeling as I took him deeper into my mouth. “The Sons of Odin clearly do understand the fundamental truth: the good that rises from masculine dominance.”

I tried desperately to sort through the thoughts and emotions the Guardsman’s words had evoked in me. On the surface, they suggested the commonality I had observed from the beginning: these groups should not be enemies despite their different approaches to the saving of the world. In Marmareus’ tone, however, I had heard a note of regret that I knew could only mean that the Guardsman intended to use that gun on all four of us, unless we could present some clear, continuing value to him.

“It would seem the Guard has preserved these truths for millennia,” Erik replied from behind Camille. “As have we, in our own tradition.”

I felt Sven’s rhythm change, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more precise. Each powerful stroke seemed calculated to drive me toward some precipice I couldn’t yet see. The pain of his invasion had begun to transform, melting into a strange, burning pleasure that radiated outward from my stretched and aching hole.

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