Chapter 14
Aksel
Lorna looked at me with wide eyes, her astonishment so adorable that I couldn’t resist kissing her, long and gently, until I felt her hips twitch, and she whimpered up into my mouth.
I broke the kiss slowly, studying Lorna’s flushed face in the soft light of my underground chamber.
Her eyes still glistened with tears from our emotional confessions, but beneath that vulnerability, I could see the steel forming in her spine.
My brave little v?lva was beginning to understand what would be required of her.
“You’re right about the mission,” I said, my voice carrying the measured tone I used when discussing operational necessities. “But you’re looking at it from the wrong angle, little one.”
I rose from the bed, my muscles still warm from our intense session.
As I crossed to the small sink in the corner of my house, I felt Lorna’s eyes following my every movement.
The soft gasp she made when I began washing my cock—still impressive even in its softened state—sent a pulse of satisfaction, and reawakening arousal, through me.
Even after everything I’d just enforced upon her, Lorna clearly remained mesmerized by my body, by the physical evidence of my dominance over her.
I took my time cleaning myself, letting her watch, letting her see how thoroughly I tended to the tool that had claimed every part of her.
When I returned to the bed, I positioned myself behind her, pulling her back against my chest. My hand settled naturally around her throat—not squeezing, just resting there with possessive weight, fingers curling gently but dominantly enough to draw a whimper from Lorna’s lips.
My other hand moved between her thighs, finding her still slick and swollen from our joining.
I made sure she could feel my cock beginning to harden against her bottom, that tender flesh still bearing the marks of my strap. The way she trembled at the contact told me everything about her state of mind.
“Listen carefully, my sweet bed thrall,” I murmured directly into her ear, letting my breath ghost across her skin. “I command you to offer yourself to Horakovsky.”
She stiffened in my arms, an audible sob half formed in her chest, but I continued before she could protest.
“More than that—you have my permission to enjoy what he does to you.” My fingers found her clit, circling with practiced precision as I felt her whole body react to my words. “In fact, I command you to enjoy it.”
“Herra, no—” she gasped, but her hips were already moving against my hand, her body’s needs and the beginnings of her training overriding her conscious resistance.
I shifted slightly, positioning myself at the warm entrance to the slick sheath between her thighs.
I pushed inside her delectable fisse with one slow, inexorable thrust. She was so wet, so ready despite her emotional turmoil, that I slid home easily.
The angle let me go deep while maintaining my grip on her throat, keeping her pinned against me as I began to move with deliberate, dominant strokes.
“You will climax for him,” I commanded, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Almost the way you come for your Herra. Your body will respond because I’ve trained it to respond. And knowing that you’re obeying me, even while in his hands, will make me so happy, Lorna. So proud of my wise v?lva.”
Lorna
I cried out as much at Aksel’s dominant words as at the thrusts of his huge tool in my pussy.
The sensation of him filling me so completely, combined with his command still echoing in my ears, sent conflicting waves of emotion crashing through me.
Shame burned hot in my chest at the thought of letting that monster touch me, use me like one of his broken dolls.
But beneath the shame, something darker and more primal responded to Aksel’s words with a pulse of liquid heat that made me clench around his thickness.
“No,” I sobbed, even as my hips began to move of their own accord, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Please don’t make me want it. I can’t bear the thought of—”
“You can and you will,” Aksel growled, his hand tightening slightly on my throat as he drove deeper. “Your body knows its purpose now. It will serve as I command, even in another man’s hands.”
The collar burned against my skin, and suddenly I found myself ascending toward the silver branches with more control than ever before.
Instead of being pulled helplessly upward, I could direct my movement through Yggdrasil’s infinite canopy.
The threads that had once seemed like an incomprehensible tangle now revealed themselves as paths I could follow.
My body moved with desperate need, grinding back against Aksel’s lap in search of more—more pleasure, more understanding, more of everything.
I thrust myself shamelessly onto his cock, impaling myself deeper with each movement even as the soreness in my whipped bottom reminded me of my punishment.
Behind me, I heard a sound of pure masculine satisfaction from my Herra.
“Yes,” he growled against my ear. “Take what you need, my greedy little bed thrall. Show me how badly you want to understand.”
Through the branches, I began to see not just one future but dozens, hundreds, each one showing a different way Horakovsky might use me.
In one thread, I watched him bend me over his desk, his belt whistling through the air before it crashed across my bare bottom while Takken stood frozen in the corner.
In another, his massive hands forced me to my knees while he pressed his hardness past my lips, using my mouth with the same casual brutality he showed his concubines.
The visions multiplied, fracturing into endless possibilities.
I saw him spreading me wide on his bed, his thick fingers violating my bottom while Mila’s tongue worked between my legs.
I watched myself crying out as Katya, wearing a cruel strap-on device that buzzed with mechanical precision, thrust into me from behind while Horakovsky held my head in his lap.
Another branch showed me on my hands and knees between Mila’s spread thighs, my tongue learning her taste while Horakovsky took me roughly from behind.
“Oh, God,” I gasped, my consciousness reeling as I tried to process the kaleidoscope of degradation. “There are so many possibilities. Too many threads to count.”
“Tell me what you’re learning,” Aksel commanded, his rhythm never faltering as he continued to claim me with deep, possessive strokes.
“I can see…” I gasped, trying to make sense of the overwhelming cascade of visions.
“I can see patterns forming. Not just what he’ll do to me, but how I can guide it.
If I say the right things, respond the right way…
” My voice broke as the full understanding crashed over me.
“I have to become nearly what he wants to see. Not just submit to him, but make him believe he’s almost broken me completely—but not quite. ”
Aksel’s hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air just enough to make stars dance at the edges of my vision. His other hand moved down to grip my pussy possessively, holding me in place as he began thrusting harder, more dominantly, each stroke driving so deep I felt split in two.
“Put your hand behind you,” he commanded, his voice rough with his own arousal. “Two fingers in your r?vhul. Now.”
A sob tore from my throat, but my hand was already moving, reaching back between my spread cheeks to find that tender, violated entrance.
The soreness from his earlier claiming made me whimper, but I pressed two fingers inside myself as commanded, feeling the strange fullness combined with his cock pounding into my pussy.
“Please,” I wept, though I didn’t know what I was begging for anymore. The complete domination of it—his hand controlling my throat, his grip on my sex, my own fingers violating myself at his command—broke through some new barrier inside me.
The orgasm built like a tsunami, and as it crested, my vision exploded into perfect clarity. I saw exactly what I needed to do, the precise words that would make Horakovsky trust me enough to show me the Arctic base’s security systems. Down every path, the words were the same.
“I’ll have to tell him,” I gasped between waves of pleasure, my consciousness soaring through silver branches while my body convulsed around Aksel’s thickness. “I’ll have to tell him that Takken disgusts me. That I’ve been desperate for a real man to show me my place.”
My fingers pushed deeper into my bottom as Aksel’s thrusts grew more punishing. The dual penetration sent me higher into Yggdrasil’s canopy, and more details crystallized.
“I’ll beg him,” I sobbed, the words spilling out between screams of pleasure. “Beg him to let me prove myself worthy of serving him. Tell him I’ve heard about his special girls, that I’ve been touching myself thinking about what he does to them.”
Aksel growled his approval, his cock swelling inside me. “What else?”
“The security system,” I panted, my vision showing me exactly what I needed.
“He’ll want to show off. If I tell him I have a background in systems engineering from university—something Takken never let me pursue—he’ll want to demonstrate his superiority.
He’ll show me the controls himself, explain how foolish I am to think I could understand. ”
Another orgasm ripped through me, making my fingers flutter in my bottom while my pussy clenched around my Herra’s enormous tól.
Through the overwhelming pleasure, I felt Aksel’s rhythm change, becoming more urgent, more primal.
His cock swelled impossibly larger inside me, and with a deep grunt against my neck, he buried himself to the hilt.
The heat of his release flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse of his seed filling me as his hand loosened on my throat, allowing me to gasp in desperate lungfuls of air.
My body shuddered through the aftershocks, my fingers still buried shamefully in my own bottom as he held me pinned against him.
Gradually, his touch transformed from dominant possession to something gentler.
His hand moved from my throat to stroke my hair, his other arm wrapping around my waist to hold me close as we both struggled to catch our breath.
“My brave little v?lva,” he murmured, pressing tender kisses along my shoulder. “You’ve seen what needs to be done, and you’ve accepted it. I’m so proud of you.”
I withdrew my fingers from myself with a whimper, my whole body feeling boneless and limp. Aksel’s softening cock slipped from my pussy, and I felt his seed begin to trickle down my thigh—a primitive marking that made me clench with residual pleasure.
“It will be difficult,” he said, his voice taking on that measured, analytical tone I’d come to recognize. “Horakovsky is cruel and suspicious by nature. But you’ve found the key—his arrogance. That will be his undoing.”
He shifted us both, turning me in his arms so he could look into my eyes. His steel-gray gaze held mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
“Once you disable the security system, even for a moment, our sensors will detect it immediately. The Sons of Odin and our allies have teams positioned throughout the region, ready to mobilize. We’ll have strike forces at all three installations within minutes.”
I nodded, trying to feel reassured, but something nagged at the edges of my consciousness.
“Herra,” I said hesitantly, “there was something else. At the very end of one of the branches, just out of reach. I couldn’t quite see it, but…
” I shivered despite the warmth of his arms. “Something felt wrong. Like a reversal, a trap maybe. As if everything might not be what it seems.”
His expression grew serious, and he studied my face carefully.
“Your awareness of that possibility is what will save you,” he said finally.
“Trust your instincts, little one. If something feels wrong, it probably is. The fact that you can sense danger you can’t yet fully see means your abilities are growing even stronger than I’d hoped. ”
He rose from the bed, helping me to my feet with surprising gentleness considering how roughly he’d just used me.
My legs trembled, barely supporting my weight, and I had to lean against him as he helped me dress.
The simple sundress felt strange against my hypersensitive skin, covering the marks of his ownership—the welts on my bottom, the seed trickling out of my thoroughly fucked holes.
When we reached the outside door, Aksel took me into his arms and held me tightly for long seconds. He kissed me tenderly, and I remembered with a blush how we had confessed our love for each other in the midst of my degradation, my punishment, my shameful service to his pleasure.
“I love you, little v?lva,” he murmured into my ear. “You will make me very proud.”
“I love you, too, Herra,” I whispered, my voice quavering audibly. “I will do my best.”