Page 122 of Shared By the Vikings

“It is... different.” Gunnvar set down his drink. He reached for a woolen towel and held it wide. “It is time for you to finish bathing. We wish to inspect you.”

She stepped from the tub and allowed him to wrap her in the warm towel. After rubbing her dry from behind, he tossed it to one side and slid his hands around her waist, his now bare chest pressing against her back.

Tali finished his ale in one go, and stepped before her, the light of the flames dancing in his eyes.

He ran his finger down her sternum, dipped it into her navel, and then over her bare mound. He set the tip between her lips, pressing her clit.

She moaned and forced her eyes to stay open. She wanted to study his expression.

“Nice,” he said, licking his lips. “Smooth as velvet.”

She smiled.

Gunnvar cupped her breasts, holding her nipples between his thumb and index finger.

Tali kissed her, his tongue laced with mead. He trailed his lips down her neck, then to her left breast. As Gunnvar held it, he flicked his tongue over the nipple.

The delicious sensation pinged through her, going to her pussy then weakening her knees.

“Tali,” she murmured.

He moved to the other breast, kissed and suckled that nipple while Gunnvar rolled and tugged the other.

“Do you have it?” Tali said, looking at Gunnvar. “What we said we’d use.”

“Ja.” He released her momentarily, then a silver chain with two clips appeared.

Ingrid let out another moan. She knew exactly what this was and what pleasure and discomfort it caused.

“Shh,” Gunnvar said against her ear. “You know you like it.”

“Ja.”

Both men worked her breasts, Gunnvar with his palms and fingers, Tali with his mouth. After a few minutes, and with Gunnvar’s erection prodding her lower back, Gunnvar opened the first clip.

Tali elongated her right nipple as Gunnvar applied it.

The flesh flattened as it was squashed.

She gasped and held her breath. The pain was instant heat. She wanted to pull away but forced herself still.

“Good,” Gunnvar said, kissing her ear. “Now the next one.”

Tali again tugged her nipple.

She tensed as the second clip was applied. It hurt like a whip, searing and mean.

“Breathe,” Tali said, cupping her chin. “Breathe, Ingrid.”

She hadn’t realized she’d stopped. Dragging in air, tears welled.

“You’ve done this before,” he said.

She nodded.

Gunnvar stroked the curves of her breasts, the soothing tender touch at odds with the mean nip of the clamps.

After ten deep breaths, the pain became tolerable. Between her nipples the chain hung in a shallow curve. The light of the flames flickered off it.

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