Page 119 of The Last Valkyrie

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 . . . ohfuck!

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 hadclearlybroken, 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.

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