Chapter 7
Avery
The spanking hurt, but I’m trembling with arousal.
Ivar helps me up from his lap, standing as he does. His hands move to my hips, then up, as he pulls my t-shirt off. He gives my bra a curious look, so I unhook it and let it cascade down my arms. That seems better than letting him fumble with it.
“You truly are a blessing.” Ivar sucks in a breath when he sees my breasts. “Odin, Thor, Fenrir… all the gods had to come together to make someone as gorgeous as you.”
I meet Ivar’s gaze, seeing hunger and desire in his icy-blue stare. I feel it too. The arousal dripping down my thighs. The way my core heats up as his fingers lightly brush against my skin. They say I’m their mate. I don’t understand it, but I can’t deny the way my body reacts to them.
Erik walks up behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders. He leans closer until his lips are against my ear, and goosebumps spread across my skin.
“We want to drink from you, mate,” he says. “All three of us. Don’t fight it. You know you want us, don’t you?”
I tremble a little. I know my body won’t like it if I fight them or resist. And giving in seems so easy. I was imagining a life on Utopia 64 where I would be worshipped. What they’re suggesting is pretty close to worship, even if the only thing they’ll be worshipping is between my legs.
“Yes,” I admit.
“I will be the first to taste your sweet honey,” Ivar says, guiding me toward the bed. “Get comfortable, mate.”
“Waiting is torture,” Sigurd groans.
“We’ll survive, brother,” Erik says. “We’ve found our mate. She’s worth every moment of suffering we endured to find her.”
“Still suffering,” Sigurd mutters, then he begins pacing again.
Ivar puts me in the center of the enormous bed. The mattress dips under his weight as he puts a knee on it and moves between my thighs. My thighs are closed, and I’m holding them together so tight I’m shaky, but when Ivar puts his hands on my knees, all the resistance drains out of me.
I hate how much I want it. How much I want them.
Ivar spreads my legs and groans, his neck turning like my scent is both the sweetest and most agonizing thing he’s ever smelled. Their sense of smell is much better than mine, or maybe my sense of smell is still messed up from the disgusting rag shoved into my mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Ivar says as he lowers himself between my legs. “And all ours.”
I whimper as he lowers himself more, settling between my legs, his hot breath on my wet folds. My resistance is gone. My thoughts are in disarray. My body has betrayed me so much I’m not sure I have any fight left in me. Right now, I’m theirs.
Ivar’s tongue extends from his mouth and gently licks my folds.
The sensation causes sparks to shoot through my body, my core clenching with anticipation.
He slowly drags his tongue through my folds a few times, then circles my entrance, tasting the arousal that has been gathering there since my body first reacted to them.
“You taste even sweeter than you smell,” Ivar rumbles, his voice vibrating through me. “I bet you taste even better when you come.”
His tongue circles my entrance several times, making me whimper and squirm on the mattress, then he slowly drags his tongue to my clit. I gasp immediately when he licks it, then gasp louder when he begins making slow rotations around the sensitive apex of nerves.
“Oh, wow,” I moan, my back arching slightly. “That feels good.”
“I can smell how turned on she’s getting,” Erik grins. “She really loves your tongue, brother.”
“I’ve got one for her too,” Sigurd growls, still pacing like a wild animal that is barely keeping it together. “But I’ve got something she needs a lot more than a tongue right now.”
Ivar doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to let his brothers take over. His tongue moves against my clit a few times, licks my folds, and then tastes my entrance. After he does that several times, I get used to it, whimpering and gasping at every pleasurable sensation.
“So, so fucking sweet,” Ivar croons, sending more vibrations through me.
Ivar’s tongue probes my entrance, then the tip pushes in. I immediately tense up, the pleasure more intense than I expect. But his tongue keeps pushing into me, every inch making my walls flutter until I realize his tongue is a lot longer than men where I’m from.
“Oh, oh!” I whimper, shuddering as I feel him lick and stroke my g-spot.
He doesn’t stop. Once he feels my body’s reaction, his attention stays there, tongue moving inside my virgin passage in a way that makes it impossible to feel anything but pleasure.
There’s no way to fight the pressure that builds.
It’s too intense. Too sudden. My pussy clenches on his tongue as a quick burst of bliss makes me squeal, but his tongue doesn’t stop moving.
It just moves with a slow, deliberate purpose, and that purpose is the orgasm that’s so close I’m already shaking.
“Ivar!” I cry out, my hips jerking as I come.
I’ve masturbated before, obviously, but I’ve never had an orgasm this strong. Never felt this wet after having one, and I’m just getting wetter.
Ivar licks with more determination once he tastes my euphoria, lapping my nectar like he can’t get enough of it, which makes the peak of my orgasm linger.
I shudder and shake, walls clenching and unclenching on his tongue.
Then he focuses on my g-spot and I’m so sensitive I can’t stop another orgasm from rushing through my body.
“Again, oh, god!” I scream, back arching off the bed, hips grinding myself shamelessly into Ivar’s eager tongue.
But he’s still not done. The way his tongue moves inside of me is almost magical.
I must be the wettest, most aroused, most needy virgin in the entire universe.
I certainly feel like it, because as soon as my second orgasm fades, I’m already craving the next one, Ivar’s tongue seconds from delivering it.
“Fuck!” I scream even louder as the third orgasm crashes into me like a wave.
“You haven’t been fucked yet,” Sigurd snaps. “Trust me, you’ll know the difference.”
“Yes, you will,” Erik laughs in agreement.
I hear them, but I can’t focus on what they’re saying.
I’m in ecstasy, already coming on Ivar’s tongue for the third time.
He’s drinking from me now. I can hear the gulps as my nectar floods his mouth, tongue still buried deeper than any human tongue could ever go, making my body produce more sweet honey than I realized was possible for a girl from Earth.
He growls and groans while he drinks, tongue moving like he’s trying to coax even more of my honey into his mouth.
Not only does he accomplish that, but he also makes me come again in the process.
Everything is so sensitive it feels like I won’t be able to manage another one, but that doesn’t stop him from tasting me until he’s had his fill.
I groan when he finally slides out of my pussy, immediately missing the way it felt.
“Better than anything I’ve ever had on my tongue,” he murmurs as he pulls away.
“My turn now,” Erik says, moving to the bed as Ivar pulls away from me.
“I’m not sure I have anything left,” I sigh, the afterglow of multiple orgasms still making me dizzy and disoriented.
“That’s what you think,” Erik says confidently as he lowers himself between my thighs.
Erik’s beard is longer and coarser. I feel it rubbing against me, even before I feel his tongue. He’s not slow or deliberate like Ivar. Erik drags his tongue through my folds, then focuses on my clit, his tongue pressing down harder and moving faster as he makes rotations around it.
“Okay, I might have something left,” I gasp, my pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing while Erik pleasures me with his tongue.
“Enough for me to drink from you like my brother did,” Erik murmurs, his voice vibrating less than Ivar’s, but it makes his beard rub against my entrance, which tickles and makes me squirm. “Isn’t that right, mate?”
His tongue immediately starts circling my clit, so rapidly it feels like a pinwheel caught in a hurricane. I shake and shudder, hips jerking, back stuck in an arch.
“Yes,” I groan, already feeling the pressure building again.
Erik’s speed makes the orgasm build faster and hit harder when I finally climax. He still stays focused on my clit, flicking his tongue against it while I orgasm, and as soon as it begins to fade, he rapidly circles it again, already determined to make me come again.
“Mm, mm, oh, god,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his long red hair, holding on as my hips jerk erratically.
Erik’s fingers dig into my hips as he holds me steady, tongue moving rapidly against my aching clit.
I can’t even verbalize the second or third orgasm he forces out of me.
My clit is already throbbing. My pussy is starting to as well, desperately craving something inside of it after feeling Ivar’s tongue.
“Almost there,” Erik says cryptically, his beard brushing against me before he begins massaging my clit with the same quickness as before.
Almost there? I don’t know what he means, but I’m so overwhelmed by pleasure I can’t even question it.
The ache gets more intense, and then I come again.
It’s like a faucet has been opened and I can’t stop, no matter how ravaged my body feels.
I barely get a chance to recover from the furious flicks of his tongue before I erupt again, hips jerking so hard my ass burns from the way it rubs against the blanket.
“There we go,” Erik says. “Now I’m going to taste every single drop of your beautiful surrender.”
Erik’s tongue glides down my folds, laps at my entrance, then pushes inside me. I gasp and dig my nails into his scalp. After multiple orgasms, I can feel how slick I am, which seems to please Erik so much his tongue moves inside of me just as fast as it did when it was focused on my clit.
“No, that’s too much,” I gasp. “I can’t…”