Page 81 of Her Viking Master

I felt my back arch, my sheath clench around him. I sobbed as I realized how close my orgasm already was—and how badly I needed it, both for the physical release and for the vision I hoped I might have when I came.

“You may not come, Mary,” said the enemy agent with his manhood deep inside me. “Until I command it of you.”

I gasped at his instruction, my entire body tensing around his invading hardness. His cock stretched me so completely that I could feel every ridge, every vein as he began to thrust, establishing a rhythm that was neither gentle nor brutal—yet. Simply measured, controlled, with each stroke calculated to build my arousal without tipping me over the edge.

“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. “Leo… please…”

“Quiet,” Marmareus commanded, his hand tangling in my hair, pulling my head back. “Focus on what your body is learning from the cock.”

I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, trying desperately to obey, to keep silent as he increased the pace of his thrusts. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the cell, obscene and arousing. Each time he drove into me, the leather of my restraints pulled and creaked, reminding me of my captivity, my submission, my shame.

“Your pussy is very hungry,Columba,” he observed, his voice clinical amid the brutal intimacy of our position. “It grips its master like it never wants to let go. You were made for fucking, Mary.”

I closed my eyes, fighting against the pleasure building inside me. I tried to focus on something else—anything else—but my senses were overwhelmed by the man behind me, inside me. The scent of him, clean sweat and sandalwood. The heat of his body against my punished skin. The shameful fullness as he claimed me.

His rhythm shifted suddenly, becoming harder, faster. Each thrust drove me forward, my face pressing into the cushion as he pounded into me with ruthless efficiency. I couldn’t stifle my cries anymore, each one torn from my throat as he hit places inside me that sent electric jolts of pleasure up my spine.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, feeling my control slipping. “Please, I can’t… I’m going to…”

“You will not come,” Marmareus growled, punctuating each word with a sharp thrust. “Not until I permit it.”

I felt tears streaming down my face as I fought against my body’s natural response. The tension inside me built to almost unbearable levels, a coiled spring ready to snap. I thought of the most unsexy things I could imagine—mathematics problems, the weather, the stone walls around us—anything to distract from the relentless pleasure assaulting my senses.

But it was useless. Marmareus seemed to read my body like an open book, adjusting his angle whenever I began to gain control, finding new sensitive spots to exploit. His cock seemed to reach impossibly deep inside me, stretching me, claiming me, reshaping me to his will—pulling me away from my resolve to remain Sven’s.

Just when I thought I would surely break, that I would come despite his command and earn another punishment, Marmareus suddenly withdrew from me. I gasped at the abrupt emptiness, my pussy clenching in desperation to be filled again.

“Please,” I heard myself beg, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them. “Please don’t stop. I’ll be good. I’ll obey you. Just let me come.”

A small, distant part of me—thevölva, the observer—noted with clinical detachment that I was playing my role perfectly. I was convincing him of my submission, my desperation. This was all part of the mission, I told myself. All part of deceiving the enemy.

But the rest of me knew the shameful truth: I wasn’t pretending. I truly did want—need—this man to use me, to fill me, to grant me release. My body had betrayed me completely, had fallen under the spell of his dominance just as thoroughly as it had yielded to Sven’s.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you, Mary,” Marmareus murmured, his voice dark with promise. “Your education has barely begun.”

I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my anus, slick with the oil of consecration he had applied earlier. My entire body tensed automatically, the ring of muscle clenching tight against the intrusion.

“Relax,” he commanded, his free hand snaking around to find my clit. “Yield to me,Columba. Accept the civilization I bring you.”

His fingers began to circle the terribly sensitive bud of my clit with expert precision, sending waves of pleasure radiating outward. My body responded immediately, helplessly, the tension in my lower muscles easing almost against my will. As he continued to stimulate my clit, I felt myself opening to him, the tight pucker of my anus gradually yielding to the pressure of his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised, and to my shame, the words sent a fresh surge of arousal through me. “Now, when I enter you fully, when I claim this most intimate part of you, you may come. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips pushing back against him, silently begging for more. “Yes,Leo, I understand.”

“You may come as I civilize you,” he repeated, the pressure against my anus increasing steadily. “Show me how thoroughly you submit to your new master.”

With exquisite slowness, he began to push past the resistant ring of muscle. The burning stretch was intense, bordering on pain, yet the fingers circling my clit never stopped their maddening rhythm. The dual sensations—the intrusion behind and the pleasure in front—created a bewildering confusion in my nervous system.

“Please,” I whimpered, no longer certain what I was begging for. “Please,Leo…”

With a final push, the head of his cock breached me completely. The sudden fullness, the burning stretch, the forbidden invasion of that most private place—it all coalesced into a single point of sensation that shattered my control entirely.

“Come for me now,” Marmareus commanded, his voice resonating with authority. “Come as I civilize you, you little whore.”

A sob tore from my throat as the orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, obliterating thought, obliterating resistance, obliterating everything but pure sensation. My vagina clenched rhythmically, my entire body convulsing with the force of my release. The leather restraints creaked as I strained against them, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

And then, in that moment of absolute surrender, my consciousness expanded, and I went to the world tree. The rushing sound filled my ears once more, and I was pulled away, up and into the branches of Yggdrasil.

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