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CHAPTER 49

S ven

I pushed my cock deeper into Mary’s adorable little r?vhul . My gorgeous volva let out a sob, as if the searing sensation had intensified almost past her breaking point. I could feel her trying to control her reactions, to relax into the invasion as she’d been taught. I watched as her fingers curled into fists against the leather padding of the bench, her knuckles white with tension.

Then, as I knew I must, I abandoned gentleness. I gripped Mary’s hips with bruising force and began to fuck her whipped, spank-reddened bottom roughly, each powerful thrust driving my cock deeper into the narrow passage of her thoroughly punished ass. My lovely bed thrall’s back arched, and she strained against the complex set of leather restraints the Pretorian Guard so obviously favored for the training of new acquisitions.

I could sense how Mary’s pain had begun to blossom into something more complex, a mixture of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her consciousness. Her sweet, ambiguous cries echoed off the stone walls of the chamber, mingling with Camille’s softer moans as Erik continued his more measured penetration of his own bed thrall’s bottom.

Good , I thought. I need you overwhelmed, your adorable fisse empty and aching.

The ways of the volur remained mysterious—even to the wise women themselves. But certain things, we knew, had greater potential to unlock true, extensive, saving visions. The kind of orgasm I now meant to force on Mary, with her Herra ’s hardness in her backside, had the chance to render everything clear to her in a way that I knew even my intellect couldn’t see.

There was great danger here, in the heart of the Pretorian Guard’s Mithraeum—perhaps so great that Mary wouldn’t be able to find a way out, as far as she might search the branches of Yggdrasil for one. Matthew Apollis might like us, even admire us—but if he decided he had to kill all four of us, I knew with absolute certainty that he would.

I knew it because I would do the same myself, if our positions were somehow reversed. Somehow, though, I had a confidence beyond reason that Mary O’Toole was the exact girl, the exact volva , who could find a solution.

Through a haze of dominant pleasure that clouded my vision and my mind a little, I saw Matthew move to stand before the fucking benches. He had opened his ceremonial robe fully, revealing a body sculpted by years of disciplined training. His sizable cock jutted proudly from a nest of dark curls. He positioned himself between Mary and Camille, close enough that I felt Mary tense, as if his masculine scent had filled her nostrils.

“Taste me,” the Guardsman commanded, his voice carrying that same quiet authority that he had used since our meeting at the airport.

I lifted my gaze to his face, searching for some clue as to what game Marmareus meant to play, how he intended to counter my gesture. His dark eyes revealed nothing but calm expectation. I continued my relentless rhythm, my hands gripping the belt that bound Mary to the bench beneath me. Each thrust made the wood of the bench creak, and drew a cry from my little volva .

“Obey him, lille en ,” I commanded. “You girls are vessels of your masters’ mutual interests. In sharing you, we grow closer to one another.”

* * *

Mary

I gasped, my body trembling between the two men who now claimed me from opposite ends. Pain and pleasure mingled as I stretched my neck forward to obey Marmareus’ command, even as Sven continued his relentless assault on my bottom’s too-full hole. My confused brain found in the discomfort in my anus a stern command from my master—to make my lips soft for Marmareus’ enjoyment as they parted to accept the Leo ’s impressive manhood.

The head of his cock brushed against my mouth, warm and smooth, carrying a faint saltiness that made my pulse quicken with shameful arousal. I darted my tongue out to taste him, to wet my lips before taking him inside. My mind reeled at the sheer humiliation of it all—bound to a fucking bench, my bottom impaled on my Herra’s massive hardness while another man, an enemy, used my mouth for his pleasure.

“You both have remarkable control over your bed thralls,” Marmareus observed, his voice steady amid the pleasure I knew he must be feeling as I took him deeper into my mouth. “The Sons of Odin clearly do understand the fundamental truth: the good that rises from masculine dominance.”

I tried desperately to sort through the thoughts and emotions the Guardsman’s words had evoked in me. On the surface, they suggested the commonality I had observed from the beginning: these groups should not be enemies despite their different approaches to the saving of the world. In Marmareus’ tone, however, I had heard a note of regret that I knew could only mean that the Guardsman intended to use that gun on all four of us, unless we could present some clear, continuing value to him.

“It would seem the Guard has preserved these truths for millennia,” Erik replied from behind Camille. “As have we, in our own tradition.”

I felt Sven’s rhythm change, his thrusts becoming more deliberate, more precise. Each powerful stroke seemed calculated to drive me toward some precipice I couldn’t yet see. The pain of his invasion had begun to transform, melting into a strange, burning pleasure that radiated outward from my stretched and aching hole.

“Look,” Marmareus instructed the others, his fingers tangling in my hair to hold my face still as he withdrew from my mouth. “See how the Nymphobi use our Nuptae .”

I glanced forward, my vision blurred with unshed tears, to see Lucius and Brutus bending Cassandra and Viola over the obsidian table. The Nuptae assumed the position with practiced grace, their faces bent downward as if in respect, their graceful bodies still and poised for their impending use. The Nymphobi positioned themselves behind the girls, their massive cocks gleaming from the Nuptae ’s mouths.

“Magnificent,” Marmareus murmured as the Nymphobi thrust forward in perfect unison, burying themselves to the hilt in one smooth motion. Cassandra and Viola gasped in harmony, their bodies accepting the invasion with well-trained ease. “Such an inspiring sight.”

Marmareus stepped back in front of me, his powerful body blocking my view of the Nymphobi fucking the Nuptae . He slid his cock back into my mouth as Sven continued his relentless rhythm inside my bottom. The dual penetration made me feel impossibly full, overused, floating free of my body. My mind struggled to process the overwhelming sensations as these two powerful men shared my body—one my true master, the other a dangerous stranger who might yet decide to kill us all, and yet a man whose authority I couldn’t help instinctively recognizing.

Sven’s right hand suddenly released its grip on my belt. I felt his fingers slide beneath my hip, searching with unerring precision for the center of my need. When they found my swollen, neglected pussy, I moaned around Marmareus’ thickness, the vibration of my voice making the Leo groan in response.

“Have you been a naughty girl, Mary?” Sven asked, his voice carrying that stern tone that never failed to make me tremble. His fingers pressed against my clit, circling it with devastating skill even as his cock continued to stretch my anus terribly. “Have you let strangers fuck you?”

I couldn’t answer with my mouth full of Marmareus’ manhood, but my body responded for me, clenching around Sven’s invading hardness. Tears spilled down my cheeks, not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of it all—the physical sensations, the emotional complexity, the desperate need to reach Yggdrasil and find the right path forward.

“Did you hear information you weren’t supposed to know?” Sven continued, his fingers working my clit with maddening precision. “Information that could change everything?”

The question sent a jolt through me. He did know. Yes, my Herra had understood that I had uncovered something vital during my captivity at Beaumont’s chateau. The realization made my heart swell with renewed faith in him, in us, in the connection that transcended mere words.

Sven seized my pussy then, his huge hand engulfing my most intimate flesh with possessive mastery. The sudden, complete claiming of my core—coupled with the continued assault on my bottom and the rhythmic invasion of my mouth—sent me hurtling toward the edge of consciousness. My body trembled on the precipice of the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced, every nerve ending alight with sensation.

“Come for me,” Sven commanded, his voice brooking no disobedience. “Come now, lille en .”

The climax crashed through me with the force of a tidal wave, obliterating all conscious thought. I came so hard that the world seemed to shatter around me, fragmenting into countless shards of sensation and meaning. My pussy clenched rhythmically against Sven’s commanding grip, my body convulsing with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.

And I found myself instantly in the branches of Yggdrasil.

The cosmic tree unfurled before my inner vision, its massive trunk anchoring the nine worlds, its branches extending infinitely in all directions. Time lost its meaning.

Distantly, I felt Marmareus pull his cock from my mouth, and lift it so that he could present his balls for my shameful attention. As I traveled the boughs of Yggdrasil, I realized I had started to kiss the Guardsman’s scrotum tenderly, respectfully, even lovingly.

Because I could see the branch I must travel, along which I must bring them all. It began with making Marmareus’ balls feel good, and then…

I would belong to both of them—Sven first, but Marmareus also. Matthew . I knew his real name, suddenly, because that was there on the branch as well: Matthew Apollis, Leo Marmareus . Had I heard someone whisper it? Was it somehow the only name that made sense for him? Or did I, as a volva , truly have some supernatural ability?

It didn’t matter: I must make Matthew want me, and I must make certain that when I disclosed the existence of the virus, I did it with the correct words, for the wrong words would kill us all.

To my right, a few feet away, I heard the pitch of Camille’s moans rise, their volume growing too; my sister would come soon, just as I was still coming. Even as I continued to kiss Matthew’s balls with reverent attention, I heard Camille cry out, her voice echoing through the cavernous chamber.

“Paris…” she gasped, the single word laden with portent.

My heart lurched painfully against my ribs. How had she known? I’d never told her about the virus, about what I’d overheard in Beaumont’s study. Yet somehow, her volva insight had pierced the veil, had uncovered the secret I’d been desperate to share with Sven.

Marmareus pulled his scrotum away from my mouth abruptly, his dark eyes narrowing with sudden interest as they fixed on Camille’s trembling form.

“Yes, Camille?” he asked, his voice deceptively casual despite the tension I could see coiling in his powerful frame. “What about Paris?”

Time seemed to slow, to stretch like honey in sunlight. I remained suspended between worlds—my physical body impaled on Sven’s massive cock, my consciousness soaring through the branches of the cosmic tree. Along one branch, I saw with perfect clarity what would happen if I spoke the truth too plainly: Matthew, raising the gun with fluid grace, putting bullets through Sven’s and Erik’s heads before either could react. The vision was so vivid I could smell the acrid scent of gunpowder, could see the spray of blood against the stone wall behind them.

But along another branch… yes, there it was. The path we needed to follow, glowing with potential, with possibility. I saw myself speaking, saw the words form and take flight, saw them land with precision in the exact right place.

I started speaking, like a volva , straight out of the trance state created by my orgasm. My voice sounded strange to my own ears—deeper, resonant with ancient knowledge, with the power that flowed through the branches of Yggdrasil and into my trembling form.

“ Herra … the Russian… Georgy… they put a virus in the Paris grid.”

The whole scene froze.

Sven’s cock remained buried deep in my ass, but his hips stilled, his hand still cupping my pussy possessively. Erik’s rhythm inside Camille faltered, then stopped altogether. Even the Nymphobi paused in their use of Cassandra and Viola, the tableau of debauchery momentarily suspended as my words hung in the air like smoke.

Matthew’s expression shifted minutely, his dark eyes calculating as they moved from my face to Sven’s, then back again. With deliberate calm, he pulled his handheld from the pocket of his robe. The sleek black device gleamed in the chamber’s ruddy light.

The Leo tapped the screen. He held the device to his ear.

“Did you get that?” he said. “Good… Yes, I think we have a new ally. Keep me posted.”