Page 37 of The Last Valkyrie (Vikingrune Academy #4)
Chapter 37
Ravinica
THEY CLOSED ON ME LIKE zombies feasting on a corpse, just as eager to taste my flesh as the undead monsters we’d fought.
Magnus was to my right, fondling my breast while my left one kept bouncing from Grim’s movements. He kissed the side of my face as Sven came in from the other side and did the same, sandwiching me between these two delicious pairs of lips.
Sven said, “I won’t go as easy on you as the bear is.”
Magnus whispered, “You know I’ve always loved to watch you break, silvermoon, just to see how strong you are.”
I twisted onto my side, facing his beautiful pale face, keeping Grim inside me as my leg looped over his shoulder. “Then break me.”
A wicked smile cracked Magnus’ face. He went onto his side in front of me. Our bodies hugged together, all while Grim kept gently fucking me, and the bloodrender had to angle his leg to get around him.
When his hard cock dragged up along Grim’s shaft to find my hole, the bear shifter grunted in a raspy tone. “I can feel the studs of your cock as you try to join me inside.”
The thought of them battling for dominance to claim me made my stomach do a backflip. I smiled at them, but the smile slipped as Magnus gritted his teeth and shoved himself inside me.
With Grim. My biggest mate.
I was ripped in half, gawking and letting out a mewling whimper as the two dastardly men managed to press their cocks together to penetrate me as one.
“O-Oh fuck ,” I groaned, losing control of my insides in a matter of seconds. The sheer girth, the insanity of having these two hung cocks inside me, at the same time , made my whole body go taut.
As I came, my muscles loosened and I squirted, covering them in filthy fluids and making my mates laugh.
Sven said, “You’re not done yet, love,” and then I felt his dick pressing dangerously close to my asshole.
I heard him spit to crudely lube himself up before drilling into me, but Arne came up behind him. “Here, wolfie. If you’re going to do it, do it right.”
The iceshaper drew a rune and combined a few of them to turn his watery elemental spells into something warm and sticky and perfect for Sven’s purposes. He eagerly applied the spell, wrapping dainty fingers around Sven’s girth.
Then Arne helped guide Sven’s cock to my hole. The wolf nodded his thanks, wrapped his leg around my wide hip, and plowed into me.
I gasped when Sven’s cock sank into my asshole, forcing out another wave of blissful climaxes that had me stuttering and losing my mind.
My hand went back against his hip, grabbing his taut ass while he fucked me from behind and joined the intense fray.
Corym came around the front. “We can’t leave a single hole unplugged, lunis’ai. Surely you know that.”
I nodded, veins popping along my neck and temples as the trio power-slammed my holes together. I couldn’t speak and my eyes kept rolling.
We were losing control, as we always did. What started as something different —something pleasurable but also memorable in its softness and tender care—was transforming into unmitigated lust.
These monsters couldn’t be kept back for long. Not when I was the prize, and not when I was so willing to take them all.
Corym put a hand on my neck, tenderly, only so he could feel my throat bulge as his cock sank past my lips and dipped to the back of my throat.
I gagged on him, loosing another blast of fluids all along the thighs of the three men ruining my insides. Corym was right: Having all three holes stuffed and clogged made my world shift. I saw colorful stars along the hard, flat planes of the elf’s stomach.
Arne played the rover, not having any space to get in. I was surrounded, yet I felt his presence everywhere. The diabolical pretty man fucked Corym from behind, their golden locks melding together as the two perfect specimens became enraptured, all while Corym fucked my face from above.
Then Arne moved onto Sven, his favorite dominant pet who had started to let him in. There was something extra kinky and fantastic about watching Arne, the submissive lover-boy of my group, losing himself in Sven’s ass, and for the domineering wolf shifter to embrace such a switch with his eyes closing.
Plus, there was the added effect of Arne being support, inadvertently, for the mates who currently fucked me. As our bodies slid together, I could feel Sven throbbing harder and growing larger in my ass when Arne was fucking his. Same went with Corym, his radiant cock bulging in my mouth and bloating my neck once Arne cleaned himself off with his magic and moved onto the elf’s perfect little hole.
Before long, Arne couldn’t stay off my body. His actions caused a snowball reaction from my other mates, as they watched him bring flair to the entire affair.
It was only minutes later that our tangle of limbs shifted in a broad way. As Magnus was pushed out of my pussy from Grim’s throbbing, he snarled and grabbed Arne to plant on his lap. He bounced the iceshaper on his thighs, their balls colliding as he took out his frustration on my other mate.
For his part, Arne loved it. He squealed and spewed ropes of cum, his hard cock hopping and swinging about, while Magnus encircled his narrow waist with his hands and jiggled him on his lap and cock.
Once Arne was spent, Magnus returned back to me, and it was Grim who was forced out this time by the metallic cold of Magnus’ pierced shaft.
Frowning, Grim took it upon himself to claim my mouth—which had momentarily become free since Corym was still in recovery from Arne bending him over and punishing his asshole.
When Grim’s huge cock sank into my gullet, darkness edged my vision. My body jerked, I slapped my pussy and clit like an overeager slut, and came on the spot.
The sounds of our sex were no longer soft and tender—they were wet, heavy, depraved. Grim’s huge balls kept slapping into my chin, filling me with a musk that drove me insane and made my eyes wander aimlessly in the back of my head.
When he pulled out, I tried to take his sack in my mouth, but I couldn’t do it—they were too big and bloated and filled with cum.
My thoughts became nastier, even as the longhouse filled with the scent of sex and sweat and our bodies slid together.
Sven howled as Magnus pulled his arms back and fucked him in the ass. The wolf shifter’s cock abruptly left my hole, leaving my backdoor gaping and whistling with air.
Arne took the empty hole, recovered, saying, “You don’t get to be unclogged for even a moment, lass.”
“B-But you just came!” I moaned, crying out as the slender iceshaper melded his body against mine.
He didn’t care. Either his magic powered him or his determination to keep the fun going.
Magnus was going on a rampage, first taking me and then Arne and then Sven.
I realized why a moment later—his eyes were red-rimmed, a spot of blood seeping down his forearm. Oh gods, he’s bloodrending!
Which meant everything about him was amplified—his power, his strength, his size. He Shaped a rune and shadows crawled onto the bed, wrapping around my middle and flipping me onto my back. Tendrils of blackness solidified around me and pried my wobbling thighs apart.
“Yes, fuck me, do that!” I cried, even as his love for bondage took over and all but tied me down to the bed.
Black shadows tied my wrists and ankles, with another patch under me, propping me up. His shadow-magic made me a toy for the others. He had to stay concentrated to keep the flitting shadows solid so they could do his naughty bidding.
Grim stood over me and fucked me like I was on a dais, ass draped over the edge of the shadow platform, bouncing hard against my bed as he slam-fucked me from the front.
Sven took over afterward, his eyes glaring orange as he was on the cusp of shifting and probably trying to knot his wolfish cock inside me.
I howled and writhed against Magnus’ shadows, amazed at this shift in the power dynamic. I’d had all the control before as the men were locked on me, but now they were simply locked on getting as many orgasms out of me as they could.
And I couldn’t. Stop. Coming.
My face was flush, my heart slamming against my ribs. Every new surge of ecstasy made me tremble and numbed my brain. These men were literally fucking the thoughts out of my head the last night we had together, making sure I would never forget the feel and intensity of them.
The shadow cradling me made me feel like I was on a bed of clouds, lifted a foot from the edge of the bed so the men could simply walk over, shove their cocks in my gaping, wet, needy pussy, and pound the living Hel out of me.
At the same time, my arms and legs were akimbo, putting me in an X in the air.
In the air . . . oh fuck!
My wings sprouted like an orgasm as the thought came to me—unbidden, unwanted, yet entirely adding to the madness of our unhinged sex.
A torch was flung from a sconce on the wall as my scales connected with it, and Arne cursed loudly before smothering it with ice so it wouldn’t burn the damned house down.
My mates were similarly tossed aside, but they all got up laughing, running hands down the lengths of my wings to feel them for the first time. I had a nasty tear in one side where Damon had stabbed me.
Something inside me had clearly broken, because I hadn’t asked for the wings to summon. They had simply appeared once my body reached a certain point of fight or flight, and apparently they were telling me to do both.
As Corym came to take his turn on my aching, dripping pussy, I wrapped my wings around him and turned us into a heated cocoon of darkness and scales.
No one could see how he slammed his narrow hips against my plush, wide ass. My wings were hiding us.
Sven grunted, “Fuck, that’s kinky. I need a turn.”
It wasn’t long before he had it, railing me after Corym and continuing the train.
These men had plugged every hole, done their worst to make the night memorable. Now they were starting to lose their minds as the unexpected softness of my wings cradled their asses.
These weren’t the feathery wings of angels, but rather the scaled, leathery tools of dragons and demons that brought unique sensations of their own to our coupling.
Sven couldn’t hold on and pumped his cum deep into my womb, stepping aside only so Grim could take over and do the same—mingling the two men together and turning me into an absolute mess.
It was the most erotic night of my life—the night I lost control over my dragonkin power and let the wings join the fun, all while Magnus utilized his shadows and put me on a literal pedestal of darkness so these five men could fuck me into oblivion and make me forget about every awful thing I knew was to come.
If this was going to be our last night of peace, it was everything I’d needed and more. It showed me their unbound love for me, their total inability to reserve and control themselves when they were around me in a heated situation.
It showed how I commanded their every need, want, and desire, and how that would never change, no matter what we faced ahead.