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The waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt myself pulled back from the frozen landscape. The vision of the Viking warrior faded, replaced by the more immediate sensations of Sven’s powerful body moving against mine. I gasped, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft as my orgasm continued to roll through me.

Slowly, the world around me came back into focus. The warm furs beneath us, the flickering candlelight, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. I became acutely aware of every point where Sven’s skin touched mine, from the strong arms caging me in to the relentless thrust of his cock deep inside me.

As my mind cleared, I began to understand what had just happened. The vision I had experienced wasn’t some mystical prophecy sent by the gods, but rather my own subconscious mind processing the information I had been given. The satellite images of the construction site, the technical diagrams, the historical context of the Sons of Odin—all of it had been synthesized into a vivid, symbolic representation.

The metal cathedral was the fusion reactor the Guard was building. The Viking warrior emerging from the ice represented the Sons of Odin, carrying some crucial element—perhaps the very information Camille and I were being sent to retrieve. It was as if my brain had taken all the disparate pieces of data and woven them into a narrative my conscious mind could understand.

My thoughts were interrupted as Sven’s movements became more erratic. His breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the tension building in his powerful body. With a primal grunt of dominance, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I felt the hot rush of his seed flooding my womb, marking me as his from the inside out.

The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I found myself sobbing—not from pain or fear, but from the sheer emotional overload. It all seemed too much—the pleasure, the revelations, the weight of the mission ahead, and the depth of my feelings for this man who had so thoroughly claimed me.

“Shh,lille en,” Sven murmured, gathering me close as he rolled us onto our sides. He remained buried inside me, our bodies still intimately connected. “You’ve done so well. Rest now.”

CHAPTER23

Mary

The next morning, to my surprise, Sven and Erik came into the bathing chamber just as we bed thralls were finishing drying ourselves with the fluffy towels. Even more startling were the ordinary modern casual clothes—Oxford shirts and jeans—they wore.

I had supposedMorAstrid would lead us to the classroom again. The sight, as I lowered the thick terrycloth from my face, of myHerraand his shield-brother watching us, and clearly dressed to go outside the Viking sanctuary, made my eyes go wide and my heart start to thump.

Then, just as surprisingly, I saw thatMorAstrid had brought out some kind of large garments from a closet and held them draped over her arms.

“Sophie and Amélie, Yvette and Fleur,” she said, focusing on each of them as she spoke, “you may find your way to the classroom.HerraAksel will give this morning’s lesson.”

My heart rate sped up even further as I understood that our mission had apparently begun. Camille and I looked at one another, our faces grave, and then at the other four of our new sisters.

“Yes, girls,” Erik said, “you should say goodbye to Mary and Camille.”

I swallowed hard. I had known the four of them for little more than a day, and I didn’t feel as close to them as I did to Camille. Parting from them, though, made me strangely wistful, perhaps because I knew it also meant parting from this strange, but captivating—in more ways than one—place.

We hugged awkwardly. The little flashes of helpless arousal I felt at their embrace, at the brushing of my nipples against theirs, made me conscious of my nudity in a way I hadn’t been the moment before. As the four who would stay behind left the bathing chamber, I looked over at Camille, feeling my cheeks grow warm as I remembered what Sven had said she and I would have to do after our whipping.

So whenMorAstrid gave us the things she held in her arms, which turned out to be roomy hooded cloaks, I felt briefly reassured. As I pulled the soft fabric around my naked body, though, the relief mixed itself thoroughly with trepidation. The cloak offered a semblance of modesty, but it also signaled that we were about to venture beyond the familiar confines of the underground complex—where of course my modesty would once again be ripped away.

MorAstrid’s weathered hands adjusted my hood, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Remember, child,” she murmured, her pale blue eyes holding mine, “you carry the wisdom of Yggdrasil within you now. Let it guide you.”

I nodded, gulping against the lump in my throat. The events of the past few days swirled in my mind—the intense pleasure, the searing pain, the mind-bending visions. It all seemed like a dream, yet the soreness in my body and the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders were undeniably real.

Sven and Erik led us through winding corridors I hadn’t seen before. The roughhewn stone walls gradually gave way to more finished surfaces, and I realized we were ascending. The air grew cooler, carrying a hint of diesel and rubber that seemed jarringly modern after days surrounded by ancient Viking aesthetics.

Finally, we emerged into what appeared to be an ordinary underground parking garage. The sudden shift in environment felt disorienting. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh glow over rows of nondescript white vans. The concrete floor echoed with our footsteps, the sound bouncing off the low ceiling and blank walls.

“This garage,” Sven explained in a low voice, “ostensibly serves as storage for a multinational corporation’s spare vehicles. In reality, of course, it conceals the entrance to our sanctuary.”

I glanced around, trying to spot any sign of the hidden entrance we had just used. But the walls appeared seamless, offering no hint of the ancient wonders that lay beyond.

As we walked between the rows of vans, Sven’s large hand came to rest on the small of my back, a gesture both possessive and reassuring. “Listen carefully, myvölur,” he said, his voice just loud enough for Camille and me to hear. “What I’m about to tell you is crucial.”

I nodded, focusing all my attention on his words despite the nervous flutter in my stomach.

“In order to ensure the Guard accepts your cover story,” Sven continued, “we must create a data trail that matches it perfectly. From the moment we leave this garage, you girls will be visible to the kind of surveillance satellites and drones the Guard has access to.”

My eyes widened at this revelation. The thought of being watched from above, our every move potentially scrutinized by unseen eyes, sent a chill down my spine.

“Furthermore,” Sven added, his tone growing even more serious, “it’s quite possible they’ll even be able to look and hear inside the van.”

Erik opened the back doors of one of the vans to reveal an empty compartment with benches along both sides. I saw that the benches featured webbing restraints with Velcro closures, and I swallowed hard.

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