Page 14 of The Last Valkyrie (Vikingrune Academy #4)

Chapter 14

Ravinica

THE OTHERS WATCHED for a moment as Sven and I kissed. My most aggressive mate, dealing with the trauma of losing a sibling only a night ago. Now his hands were all over me, trailing up my sides as he deepened the kiss, our heads slanting to fit perfectly as our lips seared together.

“Rescue me, menace,” he whispered through the heat and heaviness between us. “Save me from my grief and make me forget all about what’s happened. I don’t need family, I just need you .”

Tears sprang to my eyes when he said those words, meant only for me. “Oh, Sven. I’m so sorry.”

I put a hand to his chest, feeling his heavy heartbeat through his shirt, pulsing against my palm. The fingers of my other hand went south, skipping down to his belly and further, dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. “What can I do for you, love? Just tell me where you want me.”

“That’s a good start,” he grunted as my warm fingers wrapped around his thickening cock. I stroked him, hand bulging between his legs, feeling his dick turn rock-hard and constrained by all the fabric between us.

Sven tried to shimmy out of his clothes, but he’d gone in reverse order—getting stiff and huge in his slacks before pulling them down, keeping him caught.

A dreamy voice sounded behind him, just over his shoulder. “Here, let me help with that, wolfie.”

I glanced down to see Arne’s spindly fingers wrap around Sven’s waist, grab him by the hips, and lower his pants down to free his cock.

Sven was turgid, dripping, jutting in a gentle curve against my belly. I enclosed my fist around his throbbing cockhead and teased him, drawing out more groans from the implacable wolf shifter.

Arne said, “Maybe I can help in other ways, too . . .” and trailed off as he went to his knees.

Sven flared his nostrils, his cheeks flaming red. He wasn’t used to being pampered. Ever. And now Arne had something devious planned behind him, my submissive lover finding satisfaction in the most depraved ways.

“J-Just what are you planning back there, dandy?” Sven croaked, stammering for perhaps the first time I’d ever heard.

“Hmmm,” Arne purred, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “You know, I never noticed how nice of an ass you have.”

“Yes you did,” Sven growled back, and I laughed.

“Maybe I could help things along a bit.”

When Sven faced me to weld his lips to mine, he groaned and closed his eyes. With him leaning forward, my arms wrapped around him, I looked down over his shoulder and saw Arne stuffing his face between Sven’s ass.

The iceshaper lost himself in a trance, laving the wolf’s balls from behind, up to his asshole, rimming my lover right before my eyes.

It made me unfathomably wet to see Arne so concerned with Sven’s, uh, grief. He was so concerned, in fact, he took it upon himself to make the wolf feel better, subjecting himself to all the hurtful, humiliating things we all expected Sven to growl at him.

“Damn you, iceshaper,” he started, “you like that, don’t you? Licking my ass, becoming my chair—what does it do for you, hmm?”

I gave him a crooked smile, stroking him faster against my belly. “You seem to like it too, love,” I told Sven, gripping around his shaft and moving faster. “You’re harder than I’ve ever seen.”

“N-Nonsense.”

“Well,” Magnus said from my side, tracing the outline of his studded cock through his pants, “if Arne’s going to help Sven, then I’m going to help you, silvermoon.”

He helped lower my pants and palmed my pussy once I was bare to my mates. Smiling wickedly, Magnus said, “You’re enjoying this just as much as Sven is, and you don’t even have anyone eating your ass out, love. Let’s change that.”

Before I could say a thing, the bloodrender was on his knees also. He repositioned me away from the wall so he could get behind me, tucked his crimson hair behind his ears, and trailed his fingers across my wide, heavy ass.

Then he joined Arne and buried his face between my cheeks, slurping and making delicious sounds as he rimmed me, forcing me to pucker up and stiffen.

With my hands on Sven’s shoulders, I gasped, went red-faced like him, and we kissed once more. Blindly, Sven guided his hard cock against my slick pussy, propped one of my legs slightly up, and fed himself inside me.

He swallowed my gasp as he filled me, and it was the exact thing I needed in that moment—connected at the hip to these three dangerous men.

I quickly vanished in the pleasure, forgetting all semblances of time and reason, simply accepting the heavy thrusts and wet squelching of Sven driving into my slick pussy again and again.

With Magnus behind me, fingers embedded deep in my cheeks and tongue licking my ass, I came and mewled at the sudden tension. My whole body went taut and my legs turned into jelly.

Sven kept me upright, bending my left leg higher at the knee, slamming into me in a rhythmic push, which shoved my ass harder against Magnus’ face.

“Can’t let you three have all the fun,” Corym said, and then flung his clothes off and starting stroking his big, beautiful elven cock. “If it pleases you, lunis’ai . . .”

Corym motioned to me, and I retained enough brain cells in my head to flutter my eyes and land my gaze over Sven’s shoulder, where Corym had gone to his knees behind Arne.

“Oh yes, Cor,” I moaned, “it would please me very much to see you take our favorite pet for a ride! How about you, Arnie?”

Arne nodded diligently, face still buried in Sven’s ass. He wasn’t going to give up his duties to say anything. He simply let out a shuddering moan when Corym slammed into his hole from behind.

Our train was growing. The momentum of our bodies made every thrust unbelievable. Corym grabbed Arne by his narrow waist, lifting him slightly for better leverage, until the iceshaper was on all fours. He continued feasting on Sven as Corym railed into him from behind. The intensity of Corym’s teeth-gritting thrusts pushed Arne’s head forward, which made Sven’s cock dig even deeper inside me, hitting my most vulnerable spots. That, in turn, flung my momentum back into Magnus’ face.

It was an electrifying, amazing experience.

Grim was the only one left standing, and my hugest mate would never be satisfied with playing the voyeur for long. His massive dick was in his two hands, an iron spear ready for war.

Grim said, “As you say, Torfen. When in Rome.” He took his place behind Magnus, but had no chance of lifting the bloodrender from his kneeling position without extricating Mag from my ass, which I clearly didn’t want.

Magnus paused for a second. “That’ll never fit inside me, big guy.”

I choked on my own spit, watching Sven’s face as he fucked me head-on, causing my tits to bounce against his face. “It’ll fit in me,” I murmured. “I’ve had practice.”

Magnus moved aside, standing. Grim took his spot behind me and I felt his bulbous cockhead a moment later, kissing lightly against the space Magnus had just wetted.

My body shivered, asshole puckering even tighter.

Grim said, “You sure you can take me in your state, love? Might hurt.”

“ Make me take it,” I demanded.

“Here,” Magnus said, and then spit on Grim’s cock. Together, the two of them lubed Grim up, four hands working back and forth on his steel length.

“Perfect,” Grim grunted. “My thanks, bloodrender.”

“Oh gods , just fucking do it!” I screamed, feeling another climax bubbling to the surface of my belly.

“Gladly, my queen,” Grim answered, and then slowly guided his cock inside my tightened asshole. The first few inches made me yelp, because I was already so stuffed in the front. Now they had me plugged at both ends and I couldn’t take it—Grim was simply too massive, too wide, and I could feel him ripping me in two.

“Tear my ass apart, Grim, please!” I begged.

He put his hands on my shoulders for leverage, sinking even deeper, until I could feel him punching into my guts and ruining my insides.

The wolf shifter and bear shifter took me together, seesawing me on their huge cocks and bringing out guttural, lewd sounds from my lips.

I came again, toes curling as they worked together.

Behind them, Arne played Sven to make him feel like a superhero, while Magnus settled in behind Grim.

“Here, big guy, I think you need to get harder for her— really show her what that stupid donkey dick can do,” Magnus said in a low voice.

Grim breathed, “What do you— hngh, fuck !” as Magnus plunged his pierced dick into the tall bear’s ass.

I could feel Grim swell even larger inside me, somehow, as Magnus fucked him from behind and slammed his insides.

“Good idea, bloodboy,” Arne said, rising to his feet as Corym moved from behind him. A second later, the slender iceshaper was bucking his hips and fucking Sven from the back, gripping Sven’s hips, bringing out more raucous, throaty groans from the wolf.

Corym took Arne’s ass, completing our line, and then we were all moving in a crazed, unhinged rhythm that made us moan and surrender to the blissfulness.

I’d always known Arne was bisexual and loved to please the boys almost as much as me. Corym was the same way, his elven people saw no difference in the sexes when it came to love. But Grim, Sven, and Magnus? This was a new experience for them, for us.

To see them all working together, pleasuring each other, with the ultimate goal of pleasing me and turning me into a mindless heap, was incredible.

Hands groped bodies. Balls slapped and smacked. I couldn’t control myself, as the two cocks plugging my holes stuffed and ravaged me.

Grim lifted me from behind, easily, with his huge hands cupping the backs of my jiggling thighs. It opened me wider to Sven’s head-on approach. I wrapped my legs around Sven’s torso, hooking them around his hips. The slightly changed trajectory brought a new angle and new torrent of ecstasy swimming through me.

The next orgasm would be massive, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. It built like a pure knot of desire, deep in my belly, my lungs heaving as I wrapped arms around Sven’s neck and took him and Grim.

Of course, the two shifters were spurred on by two other men, inspiring and motivating them to keep railing me, filling me, and bouncing me between them like the best sandwich I’d ever been part of.

Everything was right when I had my men fucking the senses out of my head. I felt nasty and beautiful, filthy and pure. My pebbled nipples dragged against Sven’s sturdy chest as the two boys fucked me relentlessly, until I noticed Arne’s ministrations on Sven’s ass was doing in the wolf shifter.

With a vicious thrust, Arne bottomed out inside Sven, turning his insides to mush. The wolf howled, muscles tightening, and pumped his hot cum inside me.

Grim wasn’t far behind. Sven’s impalement made me clamp my floor muscles around their girths and choked him off. The bear filled my ass and watched as his cum trickled out of me when he withdrew from my gaping hole. Magnus hugged him from behind, finishing his own dastardly maneuvers, and left the huge bear shifter ragged, panting, and trembling.

Then Magnus Shaped a rune, washed himself off with a bit of summoned water, and pushed past Grim to take his place behind me.

My feet never touched the ground as Sven and Grim stepped aside to let Arne and Magnus take me. The iceshaper claimed my pussy after cleaning himself off with a waterfall spell of his own, while Magnus shoved himself inside my cum-trickling ass.

My eyes rolled, I moaned wildly, and could feel every hypersensitive touch on my red-hot sweaty skin. I didn’t even know which fingers were touching my tits, my rear, my thighs, my pussy.

Until Corym came in, fucking Arne from behind in a powerful standing position, and reached around Arne’s narrow hips so he could play with my engorged clit.

Corym’s slender, beautiful hand got lost between the tight, flat belly of Arne and my wobbling stomach. The two men fucking me were my slenderest mates, yet still hung like fucking demons. Numbness started to spread through me as they tried to force another orgasm out of my depleted body.

These men were insatiable. They couldn’t be tamed, and every moment with them like this taught me how much I couldn’t let them go. How much I needed them to fuck me raw and stupid so I couldn’t think straight or walk right, only if to bring me out of my own mind.

When I was being used like a passed-around fuckdoll with my devious mates, my mind was solely stuck in the present, focusing on every scalding flicker and ghost-touch that set nerves firing off inside me.

I became a trembling mess. Quaking, shaking, bouncing between them. Moaning and screaming in my little longhouse, turning it into a debased sex-den that only the six of us were invited to.

They were my everything, and I was their queen.

It took Arne and Magnus a long time to satiate themselves on me, pumping their cum deep inside my womb and ass, letting go of all inhibitions.

It was Corym, my elven lover of gold with a cock to match, who finished me off once my quivering feet and boneless legs finally found purchase on the ground. I could hardly stand, my holes were so abused and raw. Corym held me up, my thighs jiggling as he pushed me back against the bench and forced me to sit.

He pried apart my thighs, which I gladly accepted, and I squeezed his narrow hips flush against my body so his cock could sink inside me.

It only took a few thrusts from the elf, a few moments of me cupping his beautiful taut cheeks, for Corym to forget himself and join the cum-filled fun.

When he finally bred me like the others, content that I was packed full and would probably be carrying his half-elven babies if I didn’t do something soon about it, he let out a ragged sigh of contentment and stepped back.

I was filthy, covered, and spilling my men from both holes. They wrapped me in a tangle of limbs, all five of them getting a piece of me and kissing on me as I sat in complete tranquility. Their tongues and lips danced over my collar, my shoulders, my neck, my lips, my nipples.

It was Arne who had the brilliant idea to go on his knees, stuff himself between my thighs, and drink the cum dripping out of my pussy. He brought his face up with a smile, winked, and slanted his head against mine. When our lips parted, I felt the virile, salty taste swapping between us—a new perverted act that only made me hornier and more embarrassed about everything we were doing.

But I owned it—every aching touch, degrading act, and obscene moment. I was in complete control with these men, even as they tossed and threw me around like they owned me. They all knew which side their bread was buttered on.

When it was all said and done, and we were finally spent, we lay around my longhouse like sinful derelicts and sex addicts. For that brief hour, everything else was forgotten—the deaths, the betrayals, the intrigue of Vikingrune Academy.

The academy I complained about so often, which actively worked against its own students, had also introduced me to the men I was meant to assassinate but had fallen in love with. I was obsessed with them.

No matter what happened from here on out, after this filthy, beautiful night—no matter where things ended up at the academy—I would never forget that about Vikingrune.

It was the place that gave me my family.