Page 17 of Her Viking Master

“Mary,” I heard Sven say from in front of me. I realized he must have returned from the stern while my attention had been fixed on Camille. I looked up at him, my face burning with mortification and arousal. His blue eyes bored into mine as he spoke.

“Mary, I can’t wait to fuck your bottom,” he said, his voice low and husky. “To claim that last virginity and make you truly mine.”

I whimpered, unable to look away from his intense gaze. Part of me wanted to protest, to beg him not to carry out that final, degrading act. The sounds coming from the bench next to mine, though, stirred a very different part.

Sven’s large hand came to rest on my lower back, rubbing soothing circles as he spoke. “Relax,lille en. You’re going to have me there, so there’s no need to wonder; simply make up your mind to submit, because you have no choice.”

I felt his other hand move lower, fingers trailing down the cleft of my bottom. When they reached my puckered hole, I couldn’t help but clench in fear and anticipation.

“Shh,” Sven murmured. “Breathe deeply. Let your body open for me.”

His finger circled my anus, applying gentle pressure. I tried to obey, to relax as he’d commanded, but it was so difficult. This was wrong, wasn’t it? So terribly wrong…

And yet, as Sven’s finger penetrated me, sliding slowly into my bottom, I couldn’t deny the jolt of pleasure that shot through me. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily against the bench.

“That’s it,” Sven praised. “Feel how your body welcomes me, even here.”

To my right, I heard Erik’s voice, stern and commanding. “Tell me what you need, Camille. Say the words.”

Camille’s response came as a sob. “Please… I can’t…”

The sharp crack of a hand on flesh made me flinch. “You can, and you will,” Erik growled. “Say it!”

“I… I need…” Camille’s voice broke, thick with shame and desire. “I need your cock in my bottom,Herra. Please!”

Erik’s grunt of satisfaction was followed by Camille’s cry—of pain or pleasure, I couldn’t tell—as he opened her further with his hand.

All around me, I could hear the other men working their girls’ bodies, preparing them for this final claiming. Amélie’s breathy moans mingled with Sophie’s whimpers and the quiet encouragement of their masters.

Sven added a second finger, stretching me further. The burning sensation made me gasp, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. As he worked me open, his other hand snaked around to my front, fingers finding my clit with unerring accuracy.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my hips bucking against his touch. The dual sensations were overwhelming—the stretch and burn in my bottom, the jolts of pleasure from my clit.

“That’s it,lille en,” Sven murmured.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hips bucked wildly against the bench as thrills of intense pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my voice echoing off the stone walls as I climaxed hard, whimpering my submission.

“Oh God, oh God,” I moaned, my body shuddering uncontrollably. Sven’s fingers never stopped moving, drawing out my orgasm until I thought I might shatter into a million pieces.

As the last tremors subsided, I collapsed against the bench, panting heavily. My mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. How could something so wrong feel so incredibly good?

Sven’s deep chuckle brought me back to reality. “Good girl,” he crooned, his hand stroking my back soothingly. “You’ve pleased your master well.”

Before I could respond, Sven’s voice rang out, addressing the other Sons of Odin in that harsh, beautiful language. Then he translated for us thralls:

“Brothers, the time has come. Unbind your women and bring them to our houses. There, we will complete their training and truly make them ours.”

I heard the rustle of movement around me as the men began to free the other girls from their bonds. Sven’s large hands worked quickly, untying the leather straps that had held me in place for so long. As the last knot came undone, I tried to push myself up, but my arms trembled with weakness.

Sven didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, he scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck for support. My naked body pressed against his chest, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart.

As Sven carried me away from the bench, I caught glimpses of the other girls being lifted by their masters. Camille struggled weakly in Erik’s arms, but her resistance seemed half-hearted at best. Amélie clung to Henrik, her face buried in his shoulder. Sophie appeared almost serene in Aksel’s embrace.

We left the ritual sanctuary, entering a long corridor carved directly into the rock. Torches flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows that seemed to come alive in the dim light. The air grew cooler as we descended deeper into the earth, and I shivered, pressing closer to Sven’s warmth.

The corridor branched off into smaller passages, each leading to a heavy wooden door. As we reached one such door, Sven paused, shifting me in his arms to free one hand. He pushed the door open, revealing a chamber beyond.

“Welcome to my house,lille en,” Sven murmured as he carried me inside.

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