Chapter 8 #3
“Quickest and easiest way to train a woman is to teach her to be sexually submissive. If she was a man, I’d beat her. I’m guessing that’s not what you want to be done,” Drako says. “She’s a sexy little brat. Let’s treat her like one.”
“You had every chance to do this the easy way,” Thor says.
“You could be at home right now, curled up with a good book and your sisters and their babies. But you chose to get on a ship bound for deep space, and to act as if the laws of men do not apply to you. If you do not need to follow them, then perhaps they do not protect you either.”
My mouth opens now, but only in the sense that my jaw drops at his words. Thor can be cold as fucking ice when he wants to be.
Drako’s cock springs free, a big, thick, monstrous thing with a curling forest of dark hair at the base. He grips my chin roughly, ensuring that my mouth stays open as he pulls me forward and onto the thick rod. My complaints are muffled as his cock slides over my tongue in one long stroke.
I make a garbled sound, part outrage, part something else.
I am being handled as if I am a thing to own, a problem to be solved.
I am being dominated ruthlessly because these Viking men have decided that is what I deserve.
There is a tingling between my legs that only increases the deeper his cock slides inside my mouth.
There is something very fucking strangely freeing about being in a world where death could come at absolutely any moment. If we were back home, this would be a terrible crime. Here, I’ve baited this fucking tyrant into disciplining me, and I have earned his cock down my throat.
“That’s it,” Drako says. “You’re doing that very well.”
He looks up at Thor. “I would have thought she’d struggle more. Maybe there’s more submission in her than we thought. Her mouth is talented.”
The compliments don’t make sense given I have absolutely no choice, and am being held so firmly I have little ability to be good at this even if I wanted to be, but I guess that’s not the point.
I am very aware that Thor is watching as this happens to me. I make eye contact with him, and feel an intense tingle rush all the way from my belly to my clit. This should not be hot. This is wrong.
Drako’s thick rod slides all the way to the back of my tongue, stopping right before I am unable to breathe. He holds himself there, making me just take his cock. It doesn’t feel fair, but it does feel strangely hot.
I can’t escape his grip. I can’t move. I can’t do anything but stay where he has put me and take what he has decided to give me. After a long moment, he slides almost all the way out of my mouth, but leaves the tip of his cock between my lips.
“Good girl,” he growls. “You have some talent, in spite of your rebellious nature. Underneath it all, you’ve been looking to submit for a very long time, I’d warrant. Don’t argue. Don’t talk.”
He slides his cock back into my mouth just as I try to respond. He’s not going to let me mouth off to him.
“I think we would be well served to gag you when your mouth isn’t in use,” he says. “You talk too much, and in the process, you lose respect for your leaders. I won’t have that. You’re a sexy young woman, and you should be getting bred, not bickering with warriors as to how best save themselves.”
He strokes in and out of my mouth, continuing to lecture me about my place and how he intends to keep me in it. I can taste the tang of his pre-cum as it is spread over my tongue time and time again with each and every thrust.
I figure he’s going to come soon. I can hear the quality of his grunts changing, the thrusts of his cock going shallower, but harder.
To my surprise, he pulls out of my mouth before he ejaculates. His cock is diamond hard, bobbing right up against my face as he speaks to me again. His voice is husky with need as his eyes devour me.
“I am going to ask you a question,” he says. “And when you answer it, do so with respect. Understand?”
I nod meekly.
“How hard do you want your pussy fucked?”
I blush at the brash question, and I feel my old temper surging back. He sees it in my eyes, and he cuts me off before I can express it.
“Ah… before you answer, you should know, if you ask me to be gentle, I will be. But if you mouth off to me, it won’t be your pussy. It will be your ass. And it will be hard.”
I whimper helplessly, and look back over at Thor.
Drako’s hand cups my chin and directs my gaze back to him. “Don’t look at him,” he says. “He’s already agreed you need a firm hand from two men. Look at me. I’m the one who is about to fuck you.”
I have to answer him, and there’s only one answer I can give. Yes and no are answers long taken from me. It’s not if this will happen, it’s how it will happen. I squirm on my knees, my hips wriggling back and forth in a way that betrays my desire.
“Gently,” I whimper.
“Good girl. Let’s get that sweet pussy of yours spread properly around my cock.”
Thor keeps watch as Drako moves me onto my hands and knees by releasing my chin and gripping my hair instead. He puts me in the animal position next to the fire while Thor’s eyes rake over me.
My suit is pulled down, my ass exposed. I cannot believe I am about to feel Jarl Drako, Vikar legend’s cock inside me again. I thought I had escaped this fate when Thor rescued me, but fate is determined that I get fucked here.
Drako moves around behind me. I feel his hands on my hips as he pushes me forward a little more, making my palms and forearms lay flat on the ground, my hips raised in relation to my head.
I feel the head of his cock sliding up and down the soaked slit of my pussy, and I feel my lower belly get tense in that delicious way it does when I am anticipating pleasure.
He doesn’t say anything now. We have reached a place past words, where action is the only language that matters.
I feel his cock press into the entrance of my pussy, finding the place where the tender folds of my sensitive sex give way to my interior.
He is the second man ever to fuck me, and I cannot believe how fast I am clocking up these numbers.
I feel absolutely filthy as I give my body to this man who intends to dominate and use me.
Drako pulls me back onto his cock with an agonizing slowness.
I let out a soft whimper as he claims me in a way that under any other circumstances would feel romantic and sensual.
My inner walls stretch around his hot flesh, and I know that I am his now.
There is a bonding that happens when a man’s cock is inside me, something chemical and spiritual at the same time.
We are bonded now, our juices of desire mingling even before orgasm.
The pre-cum I tasted when he fucked my mouth is now being spread inside me.
“Very good,” he purrs when he has filled me all the way up, and is holding me down on his cock. “You have a nice pussy, girl. Ripe for mating, breeding, and owning.”
I feel my inner walls quivering and a fresh rush of desire flooding my pussy. Those words shouldn’t have such a powerful effect on me, but they absolutely do. What started off as a completely wrong and rough punishment has turned into a moment of intense intimacy.
He feels it too. I know that, because he pushes me forward and he slides out of me, and he turns me over onto my back so I am lying on the ground in front of him as he puts his palm on my lower stomach and pushes his thick cock back inside me in one long, powerful stroke.
“Look at me,” he commands softly. I obey, of course. I have no choice but to do so. I want to see his face. I want to see those dark eyes that have previously held all manner of terrible traits now softening as he throbs inside my tight body.
I am not entirely relaxed. How could I be?
I am lying beneath a terrifying Vikar jarl with his cock inside me.
I am being fucked… oh, my, I am being fucked.
He starts to undulate his hips in long, powerful motions that drive his cock deep inside me over and over.
He never pulls all the way out, but he gets quite close as he slides his palm a bit further down my stomach so that the heel of his hand is exposing and stimulating my clit.
I close my eyes for a moment, and I feel myself swept up in the darkest form of pleasure I have ever experienced. I let it happen to me. All of it. I let him claim me. I let him use me. I let his cock stretch me, and I let him become the second man to own me.
I think he planned to be rougher than he is being right now. I think he intended to pound me into submission, to make my pussy ache with the easy brutality of his cock.
But the energy between us has shifted. I am not resisting his dominance.
I am sinking into it. I am softening, and he is gentling with me.
He rises over me, pushes deep inside me, and keeps me there around that thick flesh as he lays over me, wraps me in his powerful tattooed arms, and cradles me as he starts to fuck me harder.
“Good girl,” he praises me as he fucks me with those more powerful strokes. “I didn’t know you could be such a good girl. I thought you would fight me every step of the way, but you have rolled over and showed me your sweet belly, and you are going to be rewarded for that.”
He grinds his pubic bone against mine, driving up inside me and rutting with shorter strokes that keep me in contact with him.
My legs lift and wrap around his waist instinctively.
I open for him, submit to him. My pussy grips him and milks him because my body is now as much a part of this as his is.
He curses in a language we are no longer allowed to speak, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as the old words are growled in my ear, the words they took from us an age time ago.
Energy is racing through me, up and down my spine, finding my nipples and my toes.
I feel my muscles clenching throughout my body with the controlling effort of orgasm being fucked into me.
“Don’t scream when you come,” he warns, covering my mouth with his as orgasm rolls through me with the force of a cleansing fire.
I am coming so fucking hard I feel as though I am losing control completely.
It only intensifies as he matches my energy and fills me up, the head of his cock right up against the most tender part of my pussy.
He is filling me with his seed, and my bare pussy is soaked with it.
He breaks the kiss only when I have relaxed in his arms. To my surprise, he keeps me cradled in an embrace even as his thick cock slides free of my well-used sex. I thought he’d leave me dripping his cum in the dirt. Instead, he keeps me close against the sheltered, muscular lines of his big body.
“I thought I would hate every moment of that,” Thor says. “But it was beautiful.”
I expect Drako to mock him.
“It was,” he says, gruff.
He seems a little confused himself. I don’t think any of that went to plan for any of us. Maybe none of us are exactly who we thought we were.
He walks over to us like a man in a trance. I can tell he is aroused. He looks almost transfixed as he crouches down beside the pair of us and shifts me slightly in Drako’s arms.
“Let me clean you up,” he says, glancing up at me for a moment.
I do not know what he means at first, but the intention soon becomes clear as Thor spreads my legs and puts his mouth between them.
I lay back, held by Drako as Thor laps up the combination of seed and orgasmic juices flowing from my body.
His tongue is warm, wet, and agile, and the sensitivity of my pussy is well tended to by his use of it.
When he has licked every trace of seed from the folds of my pussy, he pushes his own erect cock against my aching entrance. I moan a little and squirm because there is some slight discomfort as he pushes inside me, but Drako comforts me as Thor takes his turn with me.
“You need to get used to taking two cocks, baby girl,” he says, using a very affectionate term for me. “You’re going to be shared every time, I’d say.”
So this is my life now, being a set of tight holes for two Vikings to dominate and share. Drako presses a kiss to my temple as Thor pushes his cock deep into my pussy and starts to fuck me with the eager tempo of a man who has been holding back while watching a very erotic scene.
I am being punished after all, fucked firm and hard and with real passion.
Thor’s golden hair hangs down over his head, creating a curtain between us as he props his hands on either side of my held body and pumps his cock inside me.
I can feel my lips gripping him every time he slides out, the lubrication of previous sex making me sound much wetter every time he strokes into me.
It’s so dirty and so wrong and so hot, and I can’t control myself. I’m going to come again.
Drako covers my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet while another orgasm comes crashing through my body. I thought I was too tired to orgasm again, but I was wrong. My flesh responds to these two men as if it is theirs, as if their bodies determine how I feel, as if they own my very soul.
Maybe they fucking do.