Page 25 of Her Viking Master

“Very good,”MorAstrid nodded approvingly. “Now rinse her clean and apply the soothing oil.”

As Sophie finished,MorAstrid turned to the rest of us. “Your turn, girls. Get to work.”

With trembling hands, I picked up a razor and moved behind Camille. She was already in position, her dark hair falling forward to obscure her face. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.

As I began to shave Camille’s mound, I was struck by how intimate this act was. My fingers brushed against her soft skin as I stretched it taut for the razor. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the cleanliness of her skin mingled with the muskier, headier scent of her vagina.

To my horror, I felt the too-familiar warmth building between my own thighs once again. How could this be arousing? And yet, as I carefully removed every trace of hair from Camille’s pussy, I couldn’t deny the effect it was having on me.

When it came time to shave between her buttocks, I hesitated.

“Go on,” Camille whispered, her voice barely audible. “Let’s just get this over with.”

She reached back and spread her punished cheeks, exposing the tiny hole I knew her master had opened last night, just as Sven had opened mine. The razor trembled slightly in my hand as I worked, hyperaware of every tiny movement, every soft gasp from Camille.

As I finished and began to apply the soothing oil, I noticed that Camille’s pussy glistened with more than just water. A peek at her face revealed flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. It seemed I wasn’t the only one affected by this strange ritual.

I had barely finished applying the soothing oil to Camille’s freshly shaved skin whenMorAstrid’s voice rang out again.

“Well done, girls,” she said, her tone surprisingly warm. “You’ve shown great improvement in your obedience. Now, it’s time for your reward.”

I looked up in confusion, meeting Camille’s equally perplexed gaze. Reward? After all we had just endured?

“Lie down on your towels,”MorAstrid instructed. “Head to tail, in pairs.”

Hesitantly, we complied. I found myself lying next to Camille, her feet near my head and vice versa. The plush towel beneath me was a stark contrast to the hard stone floor, and I couldn’t help but sigh at the small comfort it provided.

“Now,”MorAstrid continued, her voice taking on an almost mischievous tone, “you will kiss each other’sfisse. Use your tongues to bring pleasure to your sisters, just as you will use them to please your masters.”

My eyes widened in shock. Surely she couldn’t mean… But as I looked around, I saw the other girls already moving into position, their faces flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.

“Go on,”MorAstrid urged. “You may not stop until you’ve all found your release.”

With trembling hands, I reached out to part Camille’s thighs. Her newly bare pussy glistened before me, pink and perfect. I felt her warm breath on my own sex and shivered involuntarily.

My whole body seemed to blush, but somehow I knew that even the lingering soreness from the crone’s strap only represented a flimsy excuse. I wanted to do this for Camille—and, even more, I wanted her to do it for me.

Slowly, hesitantly, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Camille’s outer lips. She gasped, her hips jerking slightly at the contact. Emboldened by her reaction, I let my tongue dart out, tasting another girl for the first time.

The flavor was intoxicating—musky and sweet, with a hint of the herbal soap and the soothing oil we’d used earlier. I found myself lapping at her folds with increasing enthusiasm, driven by an instinctive desire to please.

Suddenly, I felt Camille’s mouth on me, her tongue exploring my most intimate places. I moaned against her pussy, the vibrations causing her to whimper in response. It was a feedback loop of pleasure, each of us spurred on by the other’s reactions.

Around us, I could hear the sounds of the other girls engaged in similar activities. Soft moans and whimpers filled the air, together with the occasional gasp or cry of pleasure. The steam from the bath seemed to intensify everything, creating a dreamlike atmosphere that made it all feel somehow unreal.

I lost myself in the sensations, my world narrowing to the taste of Camille on my tongue and the exquisite feeling of her mouth on my sex. My hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against her face as I sought more friction.

To my shock and a bit to my dismay, I felt my climax building rapidly. The dual sensations of pleasuring Camille and being pleasured by her were overwhelming. My legs began to tremble as the pressure built, a familiar tightening in my lower belly signaling my impending release.

I redoubled my efforts on Camille’s pussy, determined to bring her over the edge with me. My tongue found her clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud as I slipped two fingers inside her. She cried out against my folds, her hips bucking wildly.

“That’s it, girls.”MorAstrid’s voice cut through the haze of arousal. “Let go. Show your sisters how beautifully you can come.”

Her words seemed to break the last of my restraint. With a muffled cry, I tumbled over the edge into ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as I shuddered against Camille’s mouth. Almost immediately, I felt her tense and then cry out, her inner walls clenching around my fingers as she found her own release.

As the aftershocks rolled through me, I became aware of the sounds of the other girls reaching their peaks. Soft cries and whimpers filled the steamy air.

Slowly, reluctantly, I disentangled myself from Camille. As I sat up, I caught sight ofMorAstrid watching us with an approving smile.

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