Page 96 of Her Viking Master

“Look,” Marmareus instructed the others, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold my face still as he withdrew from my mouth. “See how theNymphobiuse ourNuptae.”

I glanced forward, my vision blurred with unshed tears, to see Lucius and Brutus bending Cassandra and Viola over the obsidian table. TheNuptaeassumed the position with practiced grace, their faces bent downward as if in respect, their graceful bodies still and poised for their impending use. TheNymphobipositioned themselves behind the girls, their massive cocks gleaming from theNuptae’s mouths.

“Magnificent,” Marmareus murmured as theNymphobithrust forward in perfect unison, burying themselves to the hilt in one smooth motion. Cassandra and Viola gasped in harmony, their bodies accepting the invasion with well-trained ease. “Such an inspiring sight.”

Marmareus stepped back in front of me, his powerful body blocking my view of theNymphobifucking theNuptae. He slid his cock back into my mouth as Sven continued his relentless rhythm inside my bottom. The dual penetration made me feel impossibly full, overused, floating free of my body. My mind struggled to process the overwhelming sensations as these two powerful men shared my body—one my true master, the other a dangerous stranger who might yet decide to kill us all, and yet a man whose authority I couldn’t help instinctively recognizing.

Sven’s right hand suddenly released its grip on my belt. I felt his fingers slide beneath my hip, searching with unerring precision for the center of my need. When they found my swollen, neglected pussy, I moaned around Marmareus’ thickness, the vibration of my voice making theLeogroan in response.

“Have you been a naughty girl, Mary?” Sven asked, his voice carrying that stern tone that never failed to make me tremble. His fingers pressed against my clit, circling it with devastating skill even as his cock continued to stretch my anus terribly. “Have you let strangers fuck you?”

I couldn’t answer with my mouth full of Marmareus’ manhood, but my body responded for me, clenching around Sven’s invading hardness. Tears spilled down my cheeks, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all—the physical sensations, the emotional complexity, the desperate need to reach Yggdrasil and find the right path forward.

“Did you hear information you weren’t supposed to know?” Sven continued, his fingers working my clit with maddening precision. “Information that could change everything?”

The question sent a jolt through me. He did know. Yes, myHerrahad understood that I had uncovered something vital during my captivity at Beaumont’s chateau. The realization made my heart swell with renewed faith in him, in us, in the connection that transcended mere words.

Sven seized my pussy then, his huge hand engulfing my most intimate flesh with possessive mastery. The sudden, complete claiming of my core—coupled with the continued assault on my bottom and the rhythmic invasion of my mouth—sent me hurtling toward the edge of consciousness. My body trembled on the precipice of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

“Come for me,” Sven commanded, his voice brooking no disobedience. “Come now,lille en.”

The climax crashed through me with the force of a tidal wave, obliterating all conscious thought. I came so hard that the world seemed to shatter around me, fragmenting into countless shards of sensation and meaning. My pussy clenched rhythmically against Sven’s commanding grip, my body convulsing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

And I found myself instantly in the branches of Yggdrasil.

The cosmic tree unfurled before my inner vision, its massive trunk anchoring the nine worlds, its branches extending infinitely in all directions. Time lost its meaning.

Distantly, I felt Marmareus pull his cock from my mouth, and lift it so that he could present his balls for my shameful attention. As I traveled the boughs of Yggdrasil, I realized I had started to kiss the Guardsman’s scrotum tenderly, respectfully, even lovingly.

Because I could see the branch I must travel, along which I must bring them all. It began with making Marmareus’ balls feel good, and then…

I would belong to both of them—Sven first, but Marmareus also.Matthew. I knew his real name, suddenly, because that was there on the branch as well:Matthew Apollis,LeoMarmareus. Had I heard someone whisper it? Was it somehow the only name that made sense for him? Or did I, as avölva, truly have some supernatural ability?

It didn’t matter: I must make Matthew want me, and I must make certain that when I disclosed the existence of the virus, I did it with the correct words, for the wrong words would kill us all.

To my right, a few feet away, I heard the pitch of Camille’s moans rise, their volume growing too; my sister would come soon, just as I was still coming. Even as I continued to kiss Matthew’s balls with reverent attention, I heard Camille cry out, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber.

“Paris…” she gasped, the single word laden with portent.

My heart lurched painfully against my ribs. How had she known? I’d never told her about the virus, about what I’d overheard in Beaumont’s study. Yet somehow, hervölvainsight had pierced the veil, had uncovered the secret I’d been desperate to share with Sven.

Marmareus pulled his scrotum away from my mouth abruptly, his dark eyes narrowing with sudden interest as they fixed on Camille’s trembling form.

“Yes, Camille?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual despite the tension I could see coiling in his powerful frame. “What about Paris?”

Time seemed to slow, to stretch like honey in sunlight. I remained suspended between worlds—my physical body impaled on Sven’s massive cock, my consciousness soaring through the branches of the cosmic tree. Along one branch, I saw with perfect clarity what would happen if I spoke the truth too plainly: Matthew, raising the gun with fluid grace, putting bullets through Sven’s and Erik’s heads before either could react. The vision was so vivid I could smell the acrid scent of gunpowder, could see the spray of blood against the stone wall behind them.

But along another branch… yes, there it was. The path we needed to follow, glowing with potential, with possibility. I saw myself speaking, saw the words form and take flight, saw them land with precision in the exact right place.

I started speaking, like avölva, straight out of the trance state created by my orgasm. My voice sounded strange to my own ears—deeper, resonant with ancient knowledge, with the power that flowed through the branches of Yggdrasil and into my trembling form.

“Herra… the Russian… Georgy… they put a virus in the Paris grid.”

The whole scene froze.

Sven’s cock remained buried deep in my ass, but his hips stilled, his hand still cupping my pussy possessively. Erik’s rhythm inside Camille faltered, then stopped altogether. Even theNymphobipaused in their use of Cassandra and Viola, the tableau of debauchery momentarily suspended as my words hung in the air like smoke.

Matthew’s expression shifted minutely, his dark eyes calculating as they moved from my face to Sven’s, then back again. With deliberate calm, he pulled his handheld from the pocket of his robe. The sleek black device gleamed in the chamber’s ruddy light.

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