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CHAPTER 22

S ven

As I held Mary in my arms that night, I did my best to soothe her anxieties. I held her sweet, nude body close, her soft curves pressed against my chest as we lay in the dimly lit bedchamber. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, an intimate atmosphere that seemed to soften the gravity of the conversation in the situation room. I could feel the tension in her lithe body, though, the slight trembling that betrayed her anxiety through her brave facade.

“Shh, lille en ,” I murmured, running my hand soothingly along her spine. “You’ve shown such strength today. I’m proud of you.”

Mary nestled closer, her breath warm against my skin as she spoke. “ Herra ,” she whispered, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, “do Camille and I really have to be whipped tomorrow?”

I sighed. I had known this question was coming and I wished I could spare her this particular trial. “Yes, Mary,” I replied gently but firmly. “It’s a necessary part of your cover, and also for your preparation for the mission.”

I felt her stiffen slightly in my arms. I rubbed her back gently, and continued. “But there’s something you should know about the discipline you’ll receive,” I said, a solemnity coming naturally into my voice. “Many volur have found that the pain of the whip can actually provide helpful visions.”

Mary pulled back slightly, her emerald eyes wide with curiosity as she looked up at me. “Really?” she asked, a hint of wonder creeping into her voice.

I nodded, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her bare shoulder. “Indeed. The intense sensations can sometimes open pathways to Yggdrasil that are otherwise difficult to access. The pain becomes a bridge between worlds, allowing you to see things that might remain hidden in ordinary states of consciousness.”

I watched as Mary processed this information, her brow furrowing slightly as she considered the implications. After a moment, she asked hesitantly, “ Herra … how many bed thralls have you sent on missions before?”

The question caught me off guard, and I found myself pausing before answering. Images flashed through my mind of other girls I had trained, other missions I had overseen. The weight of responsibility settled heavily on my shoulders.

“You and Camille will be the fifth and sixth,” I finally admitted, my voice low. “It’s not something we do lightly, Mary. Only those with exceptional potential are chosen for field work.”

I saw a flicker of fear in her eyes, quickly masked by determination. “What… what happened to the others?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took a deep breath, knowing I owed her the truth. “Three returned successfully,” I said, my tone carefully neutral. “One… one did not.”

Mary’s sharp intake of breath told me she understood the implication. I tightened my arms around her, as if I could shield her from the dangers that lay ahead through sheer force of will.

“But you and Camille are different,” I continued, infusing my voice with confidence. “Especially you, lille en . I’ve never sent out a volva with more natural talent.”

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Mary

I felt my cheeks flush hot at Sven’s words of praise. My heart swelled with pride even as anxiety churned in my stomach. I was scared—terrified, really—of the whipping that awaited me tomorrow and the dangerous mission that lay ahead. Yet beneath that fear, a small part of me thrilled at the thought of proving myself worthy of Sven’s faith in me.

As I lay there in his strong arms, my mind raced in a dozen different directions at once. I found myself almost unable to think straight, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions and realizations crashing over me.

A sudden thought struck me—when Camille and I were out in the field on this mission, we might have a chance to escape. To run away from all of this and reclaim our old lives—even to report the crazy, kinky Sons of Odin to some set of authorities… maybe even to Selecta itself. The idea sent a jolt through me, a physical shiver that seemed to come from both excitement and dread. Sven’s arms tightened around me, and for an instant I wondered if he could read my mind, before I understood that my master meant not to imprison me, but to comfort me.

Even as I contemplated the possibility of freedom, though, I realized with a start that I didn’t want to leave. Somehow, in the span of just a few days, I had fallen desperately, hopelessly in love with Sven. The thought of never seeing him again, never feeling his touch or hearing his voice, made my chest ache with a pain far worse than any whip could inflict.

What had happened to me? I wondered if I had begun to go insane—if the ‘visions’ had actually come not from some Norse super-consciousness, but from induced lunacy. How could I have developed such intense feelings for my captor? How could I contemplate risking my life on a mission for an organization I barely understood? How could I believe that I’d been granted mystical access to the world tree?

Yet I couldn’t deny the way my body responded to Sven’s nearness, or the sense of purpose that filled me when I thought about using my strange, newfound abilities as a volva to… well, to save civilization, if my master were to be believed.

“ Herra ,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. “I… I’m scared. But I want to make you proud.”

Sven’s arms tightened even more, and I felt his lips brush against my forehead. “You already have, lille en ,” he murmured. “You’ve shown more courage and aptitude than I dared hope for.”

His praise sent a new warmth spreading through my chest, momentarily quieting the storm of emotions in my head and my body. I nuzzled closer, breathing in his masculine scent and letting it calm me.

I looked up into Sven’s face, my breath catching in my throat as I met his intense blue gaze. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across his strong features, emphasizing the sharp angles of his jaw and the depth of his eyes. In that moment, I felt as if I could lose myself completely in their icy depths.

A sudden, overwhelming need crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy clenched painfully, an aching emptiness taking hold deep in my core. I needed Sven inside me, needed to feel the stretch of his thick cock filling me completely. The intensity of the desire made me dizzy, my entire body trembling with barely contained lust.

I must in fact be going insane, I thought wildly. How could I want him so desperately, so suddenly? Just moments ago we had been discussing the dangers that lay ahead, the terrifying realities of the mission I was about to undertake. Yet now, all I could think about was the burning need between my thighs, the primal urge to be claimed and possessed by my master despite it all.

As I gazed into Sven’s eyes, I saw the exact moment he recognized my desperate need. His pupils dilated, a predatory gleam entering his gaze as he took in my flushed cheeks and heaving chest. I didn’t have to say a word—he knew exactly what I craved.

A wave of love washed over me, so intense it nearly brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t have to beg, didn’t have to humiliate myself by pleading for his cock. Sven understood my needs, perhaps even better than I did myself.

Without a word, Sven rolled us over so that I lay beneath him, his powerful body caging me in. The heat of his skin against mine was intoxicating, and I arched up, desperate for more contact. His hard length pressed against my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him most.

“Is this what you need, lille en ?” Sven murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Do you need your Herra to fill you and to center you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily. “Please, Herra . I need it… I need it so much.”

I pictured Sven’s light eyes darkening with lust and a possessive hunger that made my pussy clench with anticipation. He shifted slightly, the blunt head of his cock nudging against the slick opening of my needy sheath. I whimpered, my body trembling as I waited for him to push inside.

“You are mine,” Sven growled, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “Every inch of you. Your tight fisse and your sweet little r?vhul. Your speech and your heart and your mind—all mine. Mine to use and mine to protect, to cherish and to keep safe.”

I cried out as his thick manhood entered me from behind, a mixture of pleasure and soreness flooding my senses. My pussy still felt terribly tender from the intense fucking I’d received earlier, but my body welcomed him eagerly nonetheless. As he pushed deeper, stretching me open, I couldn’t help but sob softly at the discomfort. Yet even as tears pricked my eyes, I felt my inner walls clenching around him, drawing him further inside.

“That’s it, lille en ,” Sven murmured in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Take all of me. Your tight little fisse feels so good around my pik .”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I pressed back against him, wanting to take him even deeper. Sven began to move, his thrusts gentle at first, mindful of my soreness. But even that slow, careful pace was enough to send sparks of pleasure shooting through my core.

“ Herra ,” I whimpered, my fingers clutching at the furs beneath us. “It feels… oh, God, it feels so good.”

Sven’s hand came around to cup my breast, his callused fingers teasing my nipple to a hard peak. “You were made for this, Mary,” he growled, his hips picking up speed. “Made to take the cock, to give a warrior his pleasure.”

I moaned, lost in the sensations as Sven fucked me harder. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a burning need that consumed me entirely. Each thrust sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my body, building and building until I felt my body might come apart from the intensity.

As Sven’s pace increased, I felt myself slipping into that now-familiar altered state. The physical sensations—the slap of skin on skin, the stretch of my pussy around Sven’s thick shaft—began to fade into the background. In their place, I felt as though my head were expanding, my consciousness stretching out beyond the confines of my body.

Suddenly, I was no longer in the dimly lit bedchamber. I found myself hovering above the ice of the frozen bay I had seen before, with the longship in the ice and the metal cathedral on the shore.

As Sven’s thrusts grew more forceful, my vision seemed to sharpen. The icy landscape spread out before me in stark, crystalline detail. The frozen bay stretched to the horizon, a vast expanse of white broken only by jagged cracks and pressure ridges. The air was so crisp and cold that each breath felt like inhaling shards of glass.

In the distance, I could see the metal cathedral rising from the snowy shore. Its skeletal frame reached toward the steel-gray sky, a monument of human ambition amid nature’s desolation. Scaffolding crisscrossed between the massive girders, creating a dizzying lattice of metal and shadow. As I watched, tiny figures moved along the scaffolding, their purpose unknown, but clearly urgent.

But it was the longship that drew my attention most powerfully. There, half-buried in the translucent ice, lay the ancient vessel. Its wooden planks were still visible beneath the frozen surface, preserved for centuries by the unforgiving cold. The curved prow rose proudly from the ice, its dragon-head figurehead snarling silently at the empty sky.

Distantly, I felt Sven’s pace quicken, his powerful body driving into me with increasing urgency. The physical sensations seemed to echo through my vision, causing ripples in the ice that surrounded the longship. With each thrust, I felt myself being drawn closer to the frozen vessel, as if pulled by an unseen force.

Suddenly, my perspective shifted. I was no longer hovering above the ice, but standing on its glassy surface. The cold bit into my bare feet, but I barely noticed, transfixed by what I saw before me. A figure was emerging from the longship, climbing out of the ice as if it were water.

It was a Viking warrior, clad in a heavy fur cloak that swept the ground behind him. His beard was frosted with ice, and his eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light. As he stepped onto the ice, I saw that he carried something in his arms—a bundle wrapped in oiled leather, clutched protectively to his chest.

The warrior’s gaze met mine, and in that moment, I felt a jolt of recognition. Though his face was unfamiliar, there was something in his eyes that reminded me of Sven. It was the same intensity, the same unwavering purpose.

Just then, I felt my body convulse with pleasure. Sven’s cock was hitting that perfect spot deep inside me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. As my orgasm crashed over me, the vision exploded into vivid clarity.

The warrior strode across the ice, his steps sure and purposeful. He was walking toward the metal cathedral, the bundle in his arms seeming to pulse with an inner light.

The waves of pleasure coursed through my body. I felt myself pulled back from the frozen landscape. The vision of the Viking warrior faded, replaced by the more immediate sensations of Sven’s powerful body moving against mine. I gasped, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft as my orgasm continued to roll through me.

Slowly, the world around me came back into focus. The warm furs beneath us, the flickering candlelight, the scent of sweat and sex hanging heavy in the air. I became acutely aware of every point where Sven’s skin touched mine, from the strong arms caging me in to the relentless thrust of his cock deep inside me.

As my mind cleared, I began to understand what had just happened. The vision I had experienced wasn’t some mystical prophecy sent by the gods, but rather my own subconscious mind processing the information I had been given. The satellite images of the construction site, the technical diagrams, the historical context of the Sons of Odin—all of it had been synthesized into a vivid, symbolic representation.

The metal cathedral was the fusion reactor the Guard was building. The Viking warrior emerging from the ice represented the Sons of Odin, carrying some crucial element—perhaps the very information Camille and I were being sent to retrieve. It was as if my brain had taken all the disparate pieces of data and woven them into a narrative my conscious mind could understand.

My thoughts were interrupted as Sven’s movements became more erratic. His breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the tension building in his powerful body. With a primal grunt of dominance, he buried himself to the hilt inside me. I felt the hot rush of his seed flooding my womb, marking me as his from the inside out.

The intensity of the moment overwhelmed me. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I found myself sobbing—not from pain or fear, but from the sheer emotional overload. It all seemed too much—the pleasure, the revelations, the weight of the mission ahead, and the depth of my feelings for this man who had so thoroughly claimed me.

“Shh, lille en ,” Sven murmured, gathering me close as he rolled us onto our sides. He remained buried inside me, our bodies still intimately connected. “You’ve done so well. Rest now.”