Page 13 of Her Viking Lord
But despite my years of experience as a Son of Odin, what I sensed through our connection almost made me pause mid-thrust. I had the urge to fetch my handheld from my pants to verify with the data feed from Freya’s Bridle what I could feel under my hands, against my lap, and above all in my rampant, surging cock: patterns of movement I’d only known our most experiencedvölurto make.
Women who’d spent years learning to access their sight arched their back and squirmed their backsides this way as they were fucked, in search of their journey to the world tree. Lorna’s consciousness wasn’t just brushing against the tree; she wasclimbing through its branches with the confidence of someone who’d walked that path a hundred times before.
“Remarkable,” I murmured, studying the way her body trembled beneath me, the movements in search of further pleasure that told me she was deep in vision. The collar enhanced natural ability, yes, but this level of clarity after such minimal training? Either Lorna possessed extraordinary latent talent, or the combination of her political knowledge and suppressed nature had created the perfect conditions for awakening.
I decided to test just how far her sight could reach.
“Lorna,” I said, maintaining my rhythm inside her, using the physical sensation to anchor her even as her mind soared. “Can you see your husband right now? Where is Takken at this very moment?”
I felt her consciousness shift, following the command like a hound catching a scent. Her inner walls clenched around my cock as she searched, and I had to focus to maintain my control. Through our connection, I sensed her following threads—somevölurdescribed them as colorful… golden, silver, black, red—through the branches of her vision.
“Focus on him,” I commanded, angling my hips to strike that spot deep inside that made her cry out. “Let your body’s response guide your sight. When you find him, when you truly see where he is and what he’s doing, I’ll let you come.”
The promise made her sob with need. I’d kept her on the edge for so long that her entire body vibrated with desperate tension. Manyvölurmaintained that orgasm at the moment of vision could crystallize understanding in ways that slower, painstaking meditation couldn’t achieve. The ancient seeresses had knownthis too, though they attributed it to divine possession rather than the neurochemical cascade that actually occurred.
“Please,” she gasped, her consciousness diving deeper into the web of connections. “I can almost… there’s something…”
I reached around to find her clit, circling it with precise pressure. “Tell me what you see, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Her back arched as much as the bonds would allow. “He’s… oh, God, he’s not at the ministry. He’s in… a hotel? The Rikhard. Room… room 1247. There’s a woman, but not… not one of his usual…” She gasped, her vision sharpening. “Red hair. Russian accent. She has documents. Classified documents about our naval defense positions.”
The specificity of her vision impressed me beyond measure. Even our most giftedvölurusually took months to achieve this level of detail. I increased the pressure on her clit, driving deeper into her tight channel.
“Good girl,” I praised, feeling her entire body respond to the words. “You’ve found him. Now come for me.”
Lorna
I screamed as all the mingled sensations and impressions seemed to join together into a white-hot ball inside my throbbing pussy, where myHerra’s cock came and went in a brutal, galloping rhythm. The climax tore through me like lightning finding ground, my entire existence narrowing to that point where Aksel’s thick tool stretched and filled me. Everymuscle in my body locked as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one more intense than the last. Through the overwhelming sensations, I felt him swell inside me, felt the heat of his release as he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise.
But even as my body shuddered through the most intense orgasm of my life, my consciousness remained split. In that other place—Yggdrasil’s tangled realm of silver branches and golden threads—I watched the scene in the hotel room with perfect clarity. Takken sat on the edge of an expensive bed, his shirt half-unbuttoned, completely oblivious to the fact that the redhead sliding documents into her designer bag had just played him for a fool.
“The underwater plants,” I gasped, the words torn from me between aftershocks. “She knows about the underwater energy plants. Takken thinks he gave her false coordinates, but she’s using the metadata. The file timestamps, the geolocation tags—Horakovsky will triangulate the real positions.”
Aksel’s cock pulsed inside me one final time before he slowly withdrew. I whimpered at the emptiness, at the feeling of his seed beginning to trickle from my thoroughly used pussy. The physical sensation grounded me, pulling me back from the vision even as my mind raced with the implications of what I’d seen.
“Exceptional,” Aksel murmured, and I heard genuine surprise in his voice for the first time since I’d met him. His hands moved to the ropes binding my wrists, working the knots with practiced efficiency. “Your sight is far stronger than I had anticipated.”
The moment my arms were free, the blood rushing back into them made me cry out. But before I could even think about moving, Aksel’s strong hands were on me again. He lifted mefrom the bench as if I weighed nothing, throwing me over his shoulder in one smooth motion. The ropy muscles of his huge arm pressed against my welted bottom, making me whimper with pain and, worse, new arousal—distressingly quick to reawaken.
“Now is the time of soothing,” he said, carrying me toward a door I hadn’t noticed before. “A Son of Odin always tends to his bed thrall after discipline and claiming.”
The wordclaimingsent a fresh shiver through me. That’s what had just happened, wasn’t it? This man—this stranger who worked for some ancient order I barely understood—had claimed me in the most primitive way possible. And worse, I’d let him. No, I’d done more than let him. I’d begged for it.
The room he carried me to was much smaller and warmer than the chamber with the longboat, furnished with thick furs and a bed that looked both ancient and oddly modern. He laid me down on my side with surprising gentleness, then stretched out behind me, his body curving around mine. One arm slipped beneath my head while the other draped over my waist, his hand settling between my thighs with possessive familiarity.
“You did beautifully,” he murmured against my neck, his fingers finding my oversensitive clit with gentle precision. I gasped, trying to squirm away, but his arm beneath my head held me firmly in place. “This is part of your training too. Learning to accept pleasure as readily as pain.”
His touch was feather-light, so different from the brutal claiming I’d just endured, but somehow that made it worse. I couldn’t hide behind the excuse of force now. This was pure, undeniable pleasure given freely by myHerra, and my traitorous body responded immediately.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. “I can’t… it’s too much…”
“You can,” he said simply, his fingers never pausing in their gentle exploration. “You’re stronger than you know, Lorna. That vision you had—mostvölurtake years to achieve that level of clarity. You saw through Takken’s deception, understood the Russian girl’s true purpose. You have a gift.”
The praise made something warm unfurl in my chest, even as his fingers coaxed fresh wetness from between my legs. I could feel his seed still leaking from me, marking the furs beneath us, and the primitive nature of it made me burn with shame and terrible arousal.
“If you were a traditional bed thrall,” Aksel continued, his voice low and hypnotic, “you would now serve in my chambers permanently. You’d wear my collar always, warm my bed each night, bear my children if I wished it.” His fingers circled my clit with devastating precision. “You’d never have to think about politics or corruption or saving your troubled country. Just serving yourHerra, finding purpose in submission.”
The picture he painted was terrifying in its appeal. Some exhausted part of me wanted exactly that—to disappear into this role, to let someone else make all the decisions, to find meaning in simple obedience. But even as the thought tempted me, I knew it was impossible.
