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“Take it deeper,” he commanded her, yanking on the leashes to force her forward. “All the way down your throat,Columba.”

I moaned softly, imagining myself in Camille’s place—remembering myself there, when I had had the same rigid penis in my own mouth… feeling the thick intrusion of his cock stretching my lips, filling my throat, the leather restraints tight against my skin. The fantasy blended with reality until I could almost feel the collar around my own neck, the belt cinching my waist, the cuffs binding my wrists to my sides.

My hips rocked against my hand, my body seeking more friction, more pressure. The coil of pleasure in my core wound tighter and tighter, building toward a peak that I knew would explode soon. I gasped, my free hand moving to pinch one of my nipples, adding a sharp edge of pain to the mounting pleasure.

On the screen, Marmareus had grabbed a handful of Camille’s dark hair, holding her head steady as he thrust brutally into her mouth. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes glazed with a mix of humiliation and unwanted arousal. Yet even through her obvious distress, I could see a surrender in her expression, a yielding to the dominance being imposed upon her.

“That’s it,” Marmareus growled, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take the cock, you naughty girl.”

My fingers moved faster, plunging deeper inside me as I watched. The wet sounds of my own arousal seemed obscenely loud in the silence of my cell, matching the sloppy, gagging noises in the other one. I felt my forehead crease hard, and I chewed the inside of my cheek as the pleasure grew. I was almost there… almost there…

Suddenly, to my horror, Marmareus turned from his contemplation of Camille’s mouth receiving the brutal thrusts of his manhood to look directly at the camera.

“Mary,” he said, his voice strict, though husky with his arousal. “Don’t you dare come, you little whore.”

CHAPTER39

Mary

I froze, my fingers still buried inside me, my body trembling on the edge of release. The shock of hearing Marmareus address me directly sent ice through my veins, momentarily dousing the flames of my arousal. How had he known what I was doing? Were there cameras in my cell too? Of course there were.

For a heartbeat, I considered obeying him. The part of me that had been trained to submit, to please, to follow orders, urged me to withdraw my hand, to deny myself the pleasure that hovered so tantalizingly close.

But something else rose within me—a fierce, sudden defiance that burned through the fog of submission. Who was this man to command my pleasure? What right did he have to control my body, my sensations, my release? He wasn’t Sven. He wasn’tlikeSven, even.

“No,” I whispered, the word barely audible even to my own ears. “No.”

With deliberate slowness, I resumed the circular motion of my fingers, pressing harder against my clit, driving my other fingers deeper inside my slick channel. My eyes remained fixed on the screen, on Marmareus using Camille’s mouth, on the leather restraints that bound her body.

The pleasure rebuilt rapidly, a tidal wave gathering force. I could feel it cresting, ready to crash over me. My breath came in short, sharp gasps, my muscles tensing as I approached the precipice.

“I said stop, Mary,” Marmareus growled, his voice harder now, even as he continued to thrust into Camille’s mouth. A chill went down my spine as I understood how closely he could follow my lewd, forbidden actions.

His command only fueled my determination, though. With a defiant whimper, I pressed harder, moved faster, driving myself toward the peak with single-minded intensity.

The orgasm hit me with stunning force, tearing a strangled cry from my throat. My body convulsed, inner walls clenching rhythmically around my fingers as waves of ecstasy radiated outward from my core. My vision blurred, the cell around me fading as pleasure overwhelmed my senses.

And then, as the physical sensations reached their zenith, I got the vision I had craved. The familiar rushing sound filled my ears, and I felt myself being pulled away, up and out of my body, into the branches of Yggdrasil.

I floated there again, among the ancient boughs, my consciousness traveling beyond the confines of the cell, exploding the physical boundaries of my body. Below me, I saw the nine worlds connected by the immense trunk and branches of Yggdrasil. Above, the sky stretched endlessly, stars wheeling rapidly in patterns both familiar and utterly alien.

My vision adjusted to this ethereal realm, and I felt myself rushing out from the trunk, along one of the branches, until I saw a scene unfolding, as if through the opening of a jeweled egg, in the now-familiar frozen seascape of the ice-covered bay, gleaming silver-blue in the pale winter sunlight.

I hovered above it, a scene of breathtaking beauty and—myvölvasense told me—terrible significance. The air seemed alive with suspended particles of frost, tiny diamonds hanging in the atmosphere, surrounding the two figures who stood facing each other on the frozen plain.

My heart lurched painfully as I recognized them both. Sven, my true master, stood tall and proud, his golden hair catching the sunlight, his broad shoulders wrapped in a fur-lined cloak that rippled slightly in the gentle wind. Across from him,LeoMarmareus stood equally tall, equally proud, though darker in coloring and dress. Between them lay an expanse of perhaps fifty feet, a no-man’s-land of pristine ice.

Behind Sven, in the distance, I could make out the sleek, deadly lines of the longship, its dragon-headed prow rising proudly from the ice where it seemed nature had overtaken it. Sons of Odin moved about it, their forms blurred at this distance, but their purpose clear—they were preparing for something, something important.

Behind Marmareus, the soaring spires of the steel cathedral reached toward the pale sky, its brutal architecture both beautiful and foreboding. Men in dark clothing—Pretorian Guardsmen, I realized—stood at its perimeter, watchful and ready.

The two men began walking toward each other, their strides purposeful, but not aggressive. They met in the center of that expanse of ice, and to my astonishment, they clasped forearms in the ancient gesture of warriors who respect each other despite their differences.

“Hallstrom,” Marmareus said, his voice carrying clearly to me even at that distance. “Your reputation precedes you.”

“Marmareus,” Sven replied. “I am glad to know you at last.”

The vision dissipated, crumbling like frost under the morning sun. I blinked, disoriented by the abrupt transition from the vast, cosmic landscape of Yggdrasil to the confines of my cell. The view screen still glowed across from me, and what I saw there made my breath catch in my throat.

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