Page 42 of The Last Valkyrie

“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 changedtrajectory 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 evenknow 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 Ineededthem 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 themen I was meant to assassinate but had fallen in love with. I was obsessed with them.

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