Page 21 of Her Viking Master

Sven’s hand began to move, sliding down my hip and between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found my sensitive flesh, still tender from the night before. He growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body.

“I know you’re sore,lille en,” Sven murmured, his voice rough with sleep and arousal. “But my cock is hard, and I need to fuck.”

His words sent a jolt of confused desire through me. I should have recoiled, should have protested. But to my shame, I felt a gush of wetness coat Sven’s probing fingers. My body, it seemed, had already accepted its new reality, even if my mind still struggled.

With surprising gentleness, Sven rolled me onto my back. His blue eyes, dark with lust, bored into mine as he grasped my legs, bending my knees back toward my chest. The position left me completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to his gaze and his touch.

“Look at me, Mary,” Sven commanded softly. “I want to see your eyes as I take you.”

I whimpered, unable to look away as I felt the blunt head of his cock press against the entrance to my sheath. Despite my body’s eagerness, I tensed, anticipating pain. Sven held still, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Make up your mind to please me, girl. You have no choice. This littlefisseis mine to fill.”

Then I cried out as he thrust hard into my pussy and began to fuck, his huge shaft driving in and out so that I sobbed in discomfort—but also with helpless desire.

Sven’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense and unwavering as he thrust into me again and again. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through my body, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me gasping. I could see the muscles in his arms and chest rippling with effort, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the dim light.

The bed creaked rhythmically with Sven’s movements, the sound echoing off the stone walls of his chamber. I was acutely aware of every sensation—the stretch of my overused vagina around his thick shaft, the slight burn as he bottomed out inside me, the warmth of his breath on my face as he exhaled, only very slightly labored with his brutal exertions.

The soreness felt terribly present, but still I found myself arching into his thrusts, my body instinctively seeking more though I knew I couldn’t come, the discomfort being so great. I watched the play of emotions across Sven’s face—concentration, pleasure, and another sentiment that I didn’t want to acknowledge, because it messed with me so deeply: tenderness. His brow furrowed slightly, and I knew he was close to his release.

With a final, powerful drive, Sven buried himself fully inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he came, flooding my insides with his hot seed. He grunted deeply, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together.

I felt a surge of insane pride at having pleased myHerra. I had taken him without complaint, despite my soreness. I had been a good thrall, a worthy vessel for his pleasure. Perhaps my master would even reward me, I reflected.

As his breathing slowed, Sven carefully lowered my legs and gathered me into his arms. He nuzzled my neck, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. “Thank you,lille en,” he murmured. “You’ve served me well this morning.”

I blushed at his praise, a warm glow spreading through my chest. To my dismay, I realized that the feeling wasn’t just pride or satisfaction at a job well done. No, this was something deeper, more profound. With a jolt of shock, I recognized it for what it was—love. Somehow, against all reason, I had begun to fall in love with my captor, my master, myHerra.

Sven’s hand stroked my hair gently as he began to speak. “Now that you’ve been properly claimed, Mary, your real training will begin.” His voice took on a more serious tone. “You’ll learn the ways of our people, the sacred traditions we’ve kept alive for over a thousand years.”

I felt my cheeks grow hot as he continued, detailing the lessons that lay ahead. “You’ll study our language, our history, our customs. You’ll learn to please me in ways you’ve never imagined.” His hand trailed down my spine, making me shiver. “And you’ll discover the power that comes from true submission.”

I felt my face grow hot as Sven explained the first task that awaited me and the other new bed thralls.

“You will bathe together,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And then you will shave one another’s cunts.”

My eyes widened in shock. “Shave… each other?” I stammered, unable to keep the tremor from my voice.

Sven’s hand cupped my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Yes,lille en. It is an important ritual, a sign of your new status as our cherished servants.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around this latest demand. “But… why?” I asked hesitantly.

A small smile played at the corners of Sven’s mouth. “It is a reminder, Mary. Every time you look upon your barefisse, every time you feel its smoothness, you will remember that you belong to me now.” His fingers trailed down my neck, across my collarbone. “Your body is mine to use as I see fit. Your cunt, above all, is reserved for my pleasure and the pleasure of those to whom I may give you.”

I gasped at his words, a confusing mixture of arousal and fear whirling inside me. “Give me to others?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I supposed I shouldn’t have been so surprised, given that I had been fucked by all six of the Sons of Odin on the ‘voyage.’ That had seemed like a special ritual, though—perhaps not to be repeated.

Sven’s hand tightened slightly on my throat, not enough to cut off my air, but a clear reminder of his dominance. “Yes, Mary. When I choose, and only then. But know this—here in our halls, no one but me is permitted to come in your sweet cunt. And no one but me may fuck your bottom. Those pleasures are mine alone, here.”

I trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the possessiveness in his voice. Part of me wanted to protest, to assert some small measure of control over my own body. But a larger part, a part that seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment, reveled in his words. I belonged to him, wholly and completely. The thought sent a shameful thrill through me.

Desperate to change the subject, to give my racing mind a moment to process, I asked, “What… what will happen after the bath?”

Sven’s eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t quite identify. “Ah, curious as always, my little scholar. After the bath, you will have your first class.”

I blinked in surprise, certain I must have misheard. “Class?” I repeated incredulously. “You must be teasing me.”

But Sven’s expression remained serious. “I do not tease about such matters,lille en. This class is the first step in your becoming avölvaof the Sons of Odin.”

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