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CHAPTER 11

M ary

I awoke in my master’s arms, nestled against his broad chest. The furs covering Sven’s bed felt soft against my skin. I snuggled deeper as I recalled the rough wood of the bench where he had opened my pussy, and the scarcely less rigid leather-covered bride saddle where he had claimed my anus. My body ached, a deep soreness radiating from between my legs and my thoroughly used bottom. Yet the discomfort didn’t keep me from feeling a strange sense of contentment.

Sven’s hand rested possessively on my hip, his fingers splayed across my skin. As I stirred, his grip tightened, pulling me closer. I could feel the heat of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back. His masculine scent enveloped me—a heady mixture of salt and leather and something I already knew as my Herra ’s own particular smell.

I lay still for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light filtering through the room. Intricate tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of Viking conquest and Norse mythology. The flickering light from the dying embers in the hearth cast dancing shadows across the woven images, bringing them to life in a mesmerizing display.

Sven’s hand began to move, sliding down my hip and between my thighs. I gasped as his fingers found my sensitive flesh, still tender from the night before. He growled low in his throat, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body.

“I know you’re sore, lille en ,” Sven murmured, his voice rough with sleep and arousal. “But my cock is hard, and I need to fuck.”

His words sent a jolt of confused desire through me. I should have recoiled, should have protested. But to my shame, I felt a gush of wetness coat Sven’s probing fingers. My body, it seemed, had already accepted its new reality, even if my mind still struggled.

With surprising gentleness, Sven rolled me onto my back. His blue eyes, dark with lust, bored into mine as he grasped my legs, bending my knees back toward my chest. The position left me completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to his gaze and his touch.

“Look at me, Mary,” Sven commanded softly. “I want to see your eyes as I take you.”

I whimpered, unable to look away as I felt the blunt head of his cock press against the entrance to my sheath. Despite my body’s eagerness, I tensed, anticipating pain. Sven held still, his gaze never leaving mine.

“Make up your mind to please me, girl. You have no choice. This little fisse is mine to fill.”

Then I cried out as he thrust hard into my pussy and began to fuck, his huge shaft driving in and out so that I sobbed in discomfort—but also with helpless desire.

Sven’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense and unwavering as he thrust into me again and again. Each powerful thrust sent shockwaves through my body, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me gasping. I could see the muscles in his arms and chest rippling with effort, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the dim light.

The bed creaked rhythmically with Sven’s movements, the sound echoing off the stone walls of his chamber. I was acutely aware of every sensation—the stretch of my overused vagina around his thick shaft, the slight burn as he bottomed out inside me, the warmth of his breath on my face as he exhaled, only very slightly labored with his brutal exertions.

The soreness felt terribly present, but still I found myself arching into his thrusts, my body instinctively seeking more though I knew I couldn’t come, the discomfort being so great. I watched the play of emotions across Sven’s face—concentration, pleasure, and another sentiment that I didn’t want to acknowledge, because it messed with me so deeply: tenderness. His brow furrowed slightly, and I knew he was close to his release.

With a final, powerful drive, Sven buried himself fully inside me. I felt his cock pulse as he came, flooding my insides with his hot seed. He grunted deeply, the sound rumbling through his chest and into mine where our bodies pressed together.

I felt a surge of insane pride at having pleased my Herra . I had taken him without complaint, despite my soreness. I had been a good thrall, a worthy vessel for his pleasure. Perhaps my master would even reward me, I reflected.

As his breathing slowed, Sven carefully lowered my legs and gathered me into his arms. He nuzzled my neck, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. “Thank you, lille en ,” he murmured. “You’ve served me well this morning.”

I blushed at his praise, a warm glow spreading through my chest. To my dismay, I realized that the feeling wasn’t just pride or satisfaction at a job well done. No, this was something deeper, more profound. With a jolt of shock, I recognized it for what it was—love. Somehow, against all reason, I had begun to fall in love with my captor, my master, my Herra .

Sven’s hand stroked my hair gently as he began to speak. “Now that you’ve been properly claimed, Mary, your real training will begin.” His voice took on a more serious tone. “You’ll learn the ways of our people, the sacred traditions we’ve kept alive for over a thousand years.”

I felt my cheeks grow hot as he continued, detailing the lessons that lay ahead. “You’ll study our language, our history, our customs. You’ll learn to please me in ways you’ve never imagined.” His hand trailed down my spine, making me shiver. “And you’ll discover the power that comes from true submission.”

I felt my face grow hot as Sven explained the first task that awaited me and the other new bed thralls.

“You will bathe together,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And then you will shave one another’s cunts.”

My eyes widened in shock. “Shave… each other?” I stammered, unable to keep the tremor from my voice.

Sven’s hand cupped my chin, forcing me to meet his intense gaze. “Yes, lille en . It is an important ritual, a sign of your new status as our cherished servants.”

I swallowed hard, trying to wrap my mind around this latest demand. “But… why?” I asked hesitantly.

A small smile played at the corners of Sven’s mouth. “It is a reminder, Mary. Every time you look upon your bare fisse , every time you feel its smoothness, you will remember that you belong to me now.” His fingers trailed down my neck, across my collarbone. “Your body is mine to use as I see fit. Your cunt, above all, is reserved for my pleasure and the pleasure of those to whom I may give you.”

I gasped at his words, a confusing mixture of arousal and fear whirling inside me. “Give me to others?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I supposed I shouldn’t have been so surprised, given that I had been fucked by all six of the Sons of Odin on the ‘voyage.’ That had seemed like a special ritual, though—perhaps not to be repeated.

Sven’s hand tightened slightly on my throat, not enough to cut off my air, but a clear reminder of his dominance. “Yes, Mary. When I choose, and only then. But know this—here in our halls, no one but me is permitted to come in your sweet cunt. And no one but me may fuck your bottom. Those pleasures are mine alone, here.”

I trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the possessiveness in his voice. Part of me wanted to protest, to assert some small measure of control over my own body. But a larger part, a part that seemed to be growing stronger with each passing moment, reveled in his words. I belonged to him, wholly and completely. The thought sent a shameful thrill through me.

Desperate to change the subject, to give my racing mind a moment to process, I asked, “What… what will happen after the bath?”

Sven’s eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t quite identify. “Ah, curious as always, my little scholar. After the bath, you will have your first class.”

I blinked in surprise, certain I must have misheard. “Class?” I repeated incredulously. “You must be teasing me.”

But Sven’s expression remained serious. “I do not tease about such matters, lille en . This class is the first step in your becoming a volva of the Sons of Odin.”

Volva . He had said that before, without explaining it. I opened my mouth to ask, but Sven placed a finger against my lips, silencing me.

“All will be explained in time,” he said. “For now, you must attend the morning bath with your new sisters. After that, and your first class, we will break our fast.”

Sven turned away, and I realized he had picked up his handheld, the shiny device seeming very out of place in his primitive subterranean ‘house.’

“I’m calling Mor Astrid to come collect you,” he told me, glancing back over his shoulder.

“ Mor Astrid?” I asked, apprehension crawling through my belly. “Who is… who’s that?”

“ Mor Astrid is the crone who supervises our bed thralls. You will obey her as you would me.”

I felt my forehead crease hard, my lips parted with unspoken questions. Before I could form any of them into words, though, a sharp knock sounded at the wooden door.

“ Herra Sven?” I heard a woman’s voice say. “Is your little thrall ready?”

I swallowed hard, looking at Sven’s handsome face. Surely he would say no, that I would be allowed to put some clothes on, or go to the toilet, or…

“Yes, Mor ,” Sven said. “You may come in and get her.”

I gasped as the door swung open, instinctively pulling the furs up to cover my naked body. An older woman entered, her steel-gray hair pulled back in a severe braid. She wore a long, dark dress with intricate Norse embroidery along the hem and sleeves. The contrast between her conservative attire and my own nudity made my cheeks burn with shame.

“ Herra ,” I whispered, turning to Sven with pleading eyes. “May I… may I at least put on a robe?”

Before Sven could answer, the woman— Mor Astrid, I assumed—clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “Don’t be foolish, girl,” she said, her voice stern, but not unkind. “You have no need for such modesty now. Your body belongs to your Herra and to the Sons of Odin.”

I felt my face grow even hotter, if that were possible. My gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet either Sven’s or Mor Astrid’s eyes. As I did so, I noticed something that made my breath catch in my throat—a long, supple leather strap hanging from Mor Astrid’s belt. The sight of it sent a shiver of fear through me, memories of the whipping I’d received on the longship still fresh in my mind.

“Come now,” Mor Astrid said, her tone brooking no argument. “Get up and follow me. The others are already bathing.”

Reluctantly, I pushed back the furs and stood, acutely aware of my nakedness. Goosebumps prickled across my skin in the cool air of the chamber. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to preserve some small measure of modesty.

Mor Astrid’s eyes raked over my body, assessing. “Hmm,” she murmured, almost to herself. “A bit scrawny, but we’ll soon fix that. You’ll need more meat on your bones to please your Herra properly and bear strong children.”

I felt my eyes widen at her words, my mind reeling at the implications. Mor Astrid turned to Sven, her weathered face softening slightly as she addressed him. “ Herra Sven, did your little thrall please you as she should?”

I felt my face burn even hotter, if that were possible. My eyes darted to Sven’s face, watching his expression intently. To my dismay, a surge of pride and affection swelled in my chest as a satisfied smile spread across his handsome features.

“Indeed she did, Mor Astrid,” Sven replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. “I found her cunt, mouth, and anus very enjoyable. She takes instruction well and shows great promise.”

My heart swelled at his praise, even as a part of me recoiled at my own reaction. How could I feel proud of being used in such a way? And yet, I couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through my chest at Sven’s words, the desire to please him that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.

Mor Astrid nodded approvingly, her eyes once again scanning my naked form. “Good, good,” she murmured. “But there is always room for improvement.” She turned back to Sven, a glint in her eye that made me tremble. “I will make certain her body becomes even more pleasurable for you, Herra .”

My humiliation deepened as I imagined what that ‘improvement’ might entail. Would there be more whippings? More degrading acts I would be forced to perform? And how could that thought send a confusing thrill of anticipation through me?

Mor Astrid’s hand closed around my upper arm, her grip firm, but not painful. “Come along now, girl,” she said, tugging me toward the door. “It’s time for your bath.”

I cast one last glance at Sven as I was led away. His blue eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of possession and the other thing that looked almost like tenderness. Whatever it was, it made my heart ache.

As we stepped out into the cool, damp corridor, I heard the sound of splashing water and feminine voices echoing from somewhere ahead. My stomach churned with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

Mor Astrid’s voice cut through my swirling thoughts. “Remember, Mary,” she said, her tone stern. “This is your new life now. Embrace it, and you will find great joy in your service.”