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CHAPTER 20

M ary

I watched with wide eyes as the Sons of Odin prepared to claim our bottoms in the sight of all. Erik spat into his palm, the crude gesture at odds with his powerful presence. He rubbed the saliva over his thick shaft, coating it in glistening moisture. Beside him, Aksel and Henrik did the same, their faces masks of concentration as they readied themselves.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt Sven’s large hands spread my buttocks. The cool air of the chamber kissed my exposed anus, making me shiver. I heard the wet sound of him spitting, and then felt the warm slickness of his saliva as he rubbed it over my puckered opening.

“Remember, lille en ,” Sven murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Open yourself to me again, just as you did last night. Show me you have learned.”

I tried to obey, willing my muscles to loosen as I felt the blunt head of his massive cock press against my anus. The pressure built slowly, inexorably, until finally, with a burning stretch, he began to impale me on his manhood.

I gasped, my body instinctively trying to resist the intrusion. But Sven was relentless, pushing forward with steady pressure, taking me more roughly this time than the previous night. Inch by agonizing inch, he filled me, stretching me wide, making me completely his once more.

Around me, I heard the other girls cry out as their masters entered them. Camille’s voice was a strangled moan, half pain and half pleasure. Sophie whimpered, her face a mask of ecstasy as Aksel claimed her ass. Amélie’s breath came in short, sharp pants as Henrik buried himself inside her.

The fullness seemed even more overwhelming, made so by the terribly public nature of the deed. I tried not to glance at Mor Astrid, but I couldn’t help it: I needed to make certain she wasn’t watching—or if she was, the older woman observed dispassionately, clinically. Instead, I met her wise eyes, gazing right back into mine, and I found there a compassion that seemed to my distress also to have a smoldering lust in it—as if Mor Astrid wished she could help how aroused the sight of my shameful service on my master’s manhood had made her.

Sven’s cock felt impossibly large inside me, stretching my narrowest passage to its limits. The burn of penetration mingled with that strange, deep pleasure I couldn’t quite understand. My pussy clenched emptily, aching to be filled.

As if sensing my need, Sven reached around and pressed his fingers against my clit. The sudden stimulation made me buck against him, driving him even deeper into my ass. I cried out, overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations.

“Ride my saddle, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice tight with restrained passion. “Receive me as you know you must.”

Desperate for relief, I began to move my hips, grinding against the saddle. The motion caused Sven’s cock to shift inside me, sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through my body. The leather-covered knob pressed against my clit with each movement, building the tension inside me higher and higher.

I lost myself in the rhythm, my world narrowing to the sensations coursing through my body. Sven’s cock stretching my anus, the saddle rubbing my clit, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and desperate cries filling the air around me. It was too much, and yet not enough.

The pleasure built and built, a tsunami of sensation threatening to drown me. My entire body trembled, muscles clenching and unclenching as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Sven’s cock pulsed inside me, stretching my bottom hole to its limit with each powerful thrust. The leather-covered knob on the saddle ground against my clit relentlessly, sending jolts of electricity through my core.

“Come for me, lille en ,” Sven growled, his voice rough with lust. “I want to feel that tight little bottom grip my pik .”

His words were the final push I needed. With a keening cry, I tumbled over the edge into blissful oblivion. My orgasm crashed over me in surges, each one more intense than the last. My pussy clenched rhythmically, desperate to be filled, while my anus spasmed around Sven’s thick shaft.

As the pleasure coursed through me, my mind again expanded, traveling farther even than it had with my last climax. Suddenly, I was no longer in the underground chamber with the Sons of Odin. Instead, I found myself rocketing along a branch of the world tree, transported to a vast, frozen landscape. Snow-capped mountains loomed in the distance, their jagged peaks piercing a steel-gray sky. The wind howled across an endless expanse of ice, carrying with it the scent of pine and something ancient, something hidden.

In the midst of this desolate beauty, I saw something that made my breath catch in my throat. There, half-buried in the ice, was the unmistakable shape of a ship. Not a modern vessel, but something far older—a Viking longship, its wooden planks still visible beneath the translucent ice.

“There… there… in the ice…” I gasped, my voice barely more than a whisper as the vision consumed me.

As if in response to my words, I felt Sven’s cock swell inside me. With a guttural roar, he slammed into me one final time, burying himself fully in my bottom. His seed erupted deep in my bowels, filling me with liquid heat that seemed to brand me as his from the inside out.

Around us, I could hear the other Sons of Odin reaching their own climaxes. Erik’s voice was a strangled groan as he emptied himself into Camille’s ass. Aksel’s hips jerked erratically against Sophie’s upturned bottom, while Henrik’s fingers dug into Amélie’s flesh hard enough to leave bruises.

For a moment, the chamber was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing and the occasional whimper from one of us girls. Then, slowly, gently, the Sons of Odin began to withdraw from our bodies.

I felt a strange sense of loss as Sven’s softening cock slipped from my anus. My flesh clenched around the emptiness, already missing the feeling of fullness.

I felt my master’s strong hands caressing my back, kneading the tension from my muscles. His touch was gentle now, a stark contrast to the forceful way he had claimed me moments before. I couldn’t help but lean into his ministrations, my body craving his touch even as my mind reeled from the intensity of what had just transpired.

“Shh, lille en, ” Sven murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You’ve done so well. Rest now.”

His fingers worked their way up my spine, massaging away the aches that had settled into my body. I felt myself relaxing under his touch, the residual tremors from my intense orgasm slowly subsiding. Around me, I could hear similar sounds of comfort and care as the other Sons of Odin tended to their girls.

Erik’s voice was uncharacteristically gentle as he whispered words of praise to Camille. Aksel hummed a low, melodic tune as he stroked Sophie’s hair. Henrik’s large hands moved in slow, soothing circles over Amélie’s back. The air in the chamber, which had been thick with the scent of sex and sweat, now held a different kind of tension—one of aftercare and quiet reflection.

As Sven’s hands worked their magic on my tired muscles, he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me, Mary,” he said softly. “What did you see?”

I closed my eyes, trying to recall the vivid images that had flashed through my mind during the height of my pleasure. “I saw… I saw what seemed like endless ice,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. “It extended from a forested shore covered in snow.”

Sven’s hands stilled for a moment, and I could feel the weight of his attention. “Go on,” he encouraged.

I took a deep breath, the memories becoming clearer as I spoke. “On the shore, there was a structure. It was like… like a cathedral, but not made of stone. It was built of girders, metal beams reaching up into the sky.” I paused, remembering the strange juxtaposition of the modern structure against the ancient, frozen landscape.

“And in the ice?” Sven prompted, his voice tight with some emotion I couldn’t fully read—excitement, maybe?

“In the ice of the bay,” I continued, my voice growing stronger as the vision solidified in my mind, “I saw a longship. A Viking ship, frozen in time, preserved beneath the surface.”

My Herra ’s hands stopped for a moment. He made a noise in his throat, a contemplative sort of sound, as if he were trying to puzzle something out. Then, suddenly, Mor Astrid’s voice rang out from the seat at the center, cutting through the haze of post-coital bliss that had settled over the chamber. “ Overherra , the results of the trial are clear.”

I blinked, trying to focus on her words. There was something in her tone that made me pause—a note of surprise, perhaps even amazement. It was as if the outcome had defied her expectations, leaving her slightly off balance. I felt a flutter of nervous anticipation in my stomach.

Sven’s hands stilled again on my back, his warmth suddenly feeling more like a brand than a comfort. “Announce the results, Mor Astrid,” he said, his deep voice resonating through his chest and into my body where I was still pressed against him.

I heard a weight in his words, a kind of resignation that made my heart clench. It was as if he already knew what Astrid would say, and it wasn’t what he had hoped for. I held my breath, waiting for the pronouncement that would determine our fates.

Astrid cleared her throat, her voice taking on a formal cadence as she spoke. “The galvanic responses indicate that Mary’s power as a volva has come upon her very quickly. Her visions were extraordinarily clear and detailed, surpassing even our most optimistic projections.”

I felt Sven’s body tense behind me, his fingers digging slightly into my flesh. Astrid continued, her words sending shockwaves through the chamber.

“Furthermore, Camille has shown an unexpected aptitude for channeling the energies of Yggdrasil. Her rebellious nature, rather than hindering her progress, seems to have opened pathways we did not anticipate.”

Erik made a sound—half grunt, half sigh—that echoed my own conflicted emotions. Pride at being chosen warred with fear of the unknown, creating a maelstrom of feelings in my chest.

“Therefore,” Astrid’s voice grew stronger, more certain, “it is clear that Mary and Camille must be the operatives to go on the mission.”

A heavy silence fell over the chamber. I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, feel the trembling in my limbs that had nothing to do with physical exertion. Camille and I exchanged wide-eyed glances, a mixture of shock, fear, and determination passing between us.

Sven’s hands resumed their movement on my back, but now they felt different—possessive, almost desperate. I could sense the conflict within him—pride in my abilities warring with reluctance to send me into danger.

“Very well,” Sven said at last, his voice tight with emotion. “We will begin their specialized training this evening. The mission cannot wait.”

As the implications of Astrid’s announcement sank in, I felt a strange mix of emotions wash over me. Fear of the unknown, certainly, but also a thrill of excitement. We had been chosen, deemed worthy of this crucial task—whatever it might prove to be.

“Unbind these worthy steeds, my brothers,” Sven commanded. “ Mor Astrid, please take them to the bath.”

Swiftly, my master freed me from the saddle, and picked me up from its back as if I weighed nothing at all. He placed me on my feet in front of him and gathered me into his arms. I felt tiny, helpless—but also protected.

“Mary, you amaze me,” he murmured, cradling my head against his muscular chest. Then, to my astonishment, he moved me gently away from him so he could bend down and kiss me deeply on the lips. I had thought my body too exhausted to respond, but I found myself yielding to the strong hands that roamed over my naked back and my sore bottom, clinging to the strength of Sven’s limbs. I whimpered up into my master’s mouth as he tightened his embrace for a moment, his tongue working against mine.

Then he broke the kiss, and held me more tenderly before he let me go and stepped back, holding both of my hands in his.

“There is much in store for you, lille en . But I know you will show your quality.”