Page 49 of Her Viking Lord
He pulled out suddenly, leaving me gasping and empty. Before I could process the loss, I felt the blunt head of histolpress against my other, more private entrance, myrøvhul, only barely recovered from Horakovsky’s brutal use but aching for this reclamation.
“This is mine,” Aksel said, his voice carrying absolute certainty. “Not his. Never his. Mine.”
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yours,Herra. Only yours.”
He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his considerable girth. The stretch was intense, the fullnessoverwhelming, but unlike the violation I’d endured at Berkut Station, this felt sacred. This was myHerraclaiming what belonged to him, erasing the memory of cruelty with the weight of his dominance and care.
When he was fully seated inside my bottom, he paused, letting me feel every inch of his possession. Then he began to move, establishing a rhythm that had me crying out with each thrust.
The vibrations against my clit continued their assault, and the combination of sensations—his thicktólstretching myrøvhul, the saddle’s ridge pressing against my swollenfisse, the pulsing pleasure from Freya’s Bridle—sent me spiraling upward with terrifying speed.
The silver branches materialized around me as he fucked my bottom with increasing force. I shot through Yggdrasil’s canopy, the world tree spreading before me in crystalline perfection. But this time, instead of seeing political futures or strategic threads, I saw something entirely different.
I saw myself, my belly round with pregnancy, Aksel’s hand resting protectively over the swell. The vision was so vivid I could feel the weight of the child inside me, could see the fierce pride in myHerra’s steel-gray eyes. Then the scene shifted, and I was holding an infant—a boy with his father’s white-blond hair and my sharp features. Another shift, and I saw a girl—a daughter with flame-red hair like Mary O’Toole’s but my green eyes. Then another boy, and another girl, until I saw a whole family spreading before me like branches on the world tree itself.
“Herra,” I gasped, the vision overwhelming me even as he continued his relentless claiming of my bottom. “I see—I see your children. Our children. So many?—”
His rhythm faltered for just a moment, and I felt his hands tighten on my hips. “Tell me,” he commanded, his voice rough with emotion and need.
“Four children,” I sobbed, the images burning themselves into my consciousness with the certainty of prophecy. “Two boys and two girls. Strong and beautiful, carrying both our bloodlines. They’ll grow up knowing their mother is prime minister and their father is—” I couldn’t finish the sentence as another thrust sent me spiraling higher through the branches.
“Say it,” Aksel growled, his cock swelling impossibly larger inside myrøvhul. “Tell me what their father is.”
“My master,” I cried out, the truth of it resonating through every fiber of my being. “Their father is the man who owns their mother completely. Who trained her, claimed her, made her into something more than she ever could have been alone.”
The vision crystallized with perfect clarity—I saw myself heavy with our first child, still serving as prime minister, still kneeling for myHerrawhen he commanded it. I saw the balance we would strike, the life we would build where I could be both powerful leader and submissive bed thrall, because one didn’t negate the other. They enhanced each other, made me whole in ways I’d never imagined possible.
“Come for me,” Aksel commanded, and the permission shattered my last resistance.
The orgasm ripped through me with the force of a supernova. I screamed, my whole body convulsing against the restraints as pleasure more intense than anything I’d ever experienced tore through my consciousness. The world tree blazed around mein silver and gold, every branch illuminated with the future we would build together.
“Do you belong to me?” Aksel’s voice cut through the waves of ecstasy, demanding an answer even as he continued thrusting into my spasming bottom.
“Ja!” I screamed, the Norse bursting from my lips unbidden. “Ja,Herra!I belong to you!”
“Again,” he commanded, driving deeper.
“Ja! Ja!I’m yours, I’m yours, I belong to you completely!” The words tumbled out between sobs of overwhelming pleasure as another wave crashed over me. “My pussy is yours, my bottom is yours, my mouth is yours, everything is yours!”
I felt him swell impossibly larger inside me, and then he was coming, flooding my anus with pulse after pulse of his seed. The heat of it triggered another climax, and I lost myself in its rolling swells, still murmuring, “Ja,” over and over.
The End
