Page 4 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“Not until I do,” he warned.

In an instant, my power was gone again. The heat inside me was pulsing tenfold in my cock, begging for that last tumble over the edge with how red and swollen and ready to release it was, yet I was denied.Again.

I sniveled pathetically with every thrust, but all that heat burned in my chest too, ignited with something close to hatred when Thorsten whispered:

“You did ask for this.”

I seethed inside, because I had asked for it, but I only ever got what my masters decided to give. I hated him for that.

Having come already, it took several more minutes before Thorsten came again, this time filling my hole. He stayed inside me, pumping slowly into his mess, as he said, “Come. Come while I have you full to bursting like you asked.”

My hand had never found my cock faster. I pumped with abandon, and it took but a few mad strokes before I finally, finally—

“Ah-ahh!” My cry as I came was loud enough that birds flew from the treetops.

I hated as much as I loved how good that was.

Thorsten turned me again, an offering on the altar. I could barely move, let alone resist. He presented me with his cock to lick it clean. I didn’t resist that either. When he was satisfied, he did up his trousers. I waited to be told I could do the same, leaking out his second release onto the cool stone.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better farewell.”

“Farewell?” I blinked at him, my mind a haze.

“Not a forever farewell, but I’m afraid our trysts won’t be as frequent.” Thorsten smoothed a hand over his blond fringe. “You’ve been sold.”

“What?” Dread burst in my chest as I swung upright, hatred replaced with white-hot fear. No. No, he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. My life was only tolerable because I had this. Without it… “Thorsten—”

“You have been sold to our neighbor, Erik, son of Gunvald. Why do you think I was so generous?” He grinned, like he had done me some great favor fucking me one last time, only to throw me to the wolves. “The family of Gunvald are our close friends. I will still see you.”

“Still see me?” The fear did not replace my hatred, I realized, but matched it. “Like a prize stallion you visit after it’s been put out to pasture!”

“Oli,” Thorsten chided like I was some young pup throwing an unnecessary tantrum instead of equal to him in age. What did he know of fear, of panic, of being so low in station, that being treated as a cock-sleeve was a blessing, even if you could never say no. “You are hardly out to pasture at twenty-one. You’re just… broken. Well-ridden. Best leave you to your chores now, eh? It’s your last time tending to this altar. And it definitely needs to be cleaned. I am going to miss having daily access to that hole.”

He tilted me backward enough to slide two fingers inside me, twirling them and thrusting into his come. I whimpered. I fuckingwhimpered, because it felt good where I was tender and contented to have been filled, even if the fire in my chest told me to bite this pot-licker’s nose off his smirking face!

He kissed me, and I clenched my teeth to prevent any entrance of his tongue.

“Oli, don’t be like that. You know you’ll miss me too.” Thorsten thrust his fingers inside me once, twice more, and then scooped out some of his come to feed to me.

If I was already sold, I would risk punishment and kept my mouth shut.

Thorsten’s smirk fell, but he didn’t look angry. He might have even looked sad. Likely he was just disappointed at not having me to himself anymore. For him, it was an inconvenience. For me, I might as well have been cast into Hel.

“It wasn’t my decision to sell you, I swear. Iwillmiss you, Oli.”

Asshole, I thought, because he could still stir me to affection for him, my once friend, oft lover, and harsh yet somehow tender master. But that was why I hated him, because he was content to condemn me to a life unknown, when at least this one had been one I could bear.

Thorsten dropped his hand, wiping his fingers on his trousers, and lifted my chin with the other to kiss me again. I allowed the tangle of our tongues this time, because it was farewell. Even if I was still so angry. And terrified. Thorsten’s family I knew. I knewofthe neighbors, but not how they treated their thralls. I had no idea if I would be used by one of them, or many of them, like I was used by Thorsten, or if I would be worked to exhaustion in other ways until I was old, my beauty gone, with no fight left in me at all.

I never really fought now. I hadn’t the luxury. And all my luck had run out.

“Take your time,” Thorsten said. “They aren’t coming for you until the evening meal.”

“Why? Why am I being sold?” I demanded.

“An exchange. Mother wanted another woman in the kitchen. Erik asked for…” His pause filled me with dread again, knowing what he’d say before he finished, “for our prettiest man.”

Then I would be used, and maybe not as kindly as when it was Thorsten.

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