29 - The Viking Horde #4
His muscles were tight and strong, and his face was twisted in a violent rampage.
The bed creaked, and I wasn’t sure what was going to break first—me or the bed.
Fear lit up in my eyes, and I think he liked it because his grip on my throat became tighter.
I struggled to breathe, and my face reddened, but this was enough to bring him to climax, and he came deep inside me, leaving me dripping wet.
The next two men came up to me. My arms were limp.
They took one each and pulled me to my knees.
They kissed me, passing me like a rag doll between each other before one of them bent me over and started fucking me.
The other one took my hands and placed them on his shoulders, allowing me to use him to keep my balance.
I pushed my head into his chest and groaned the whole time I was being fucked.
Then my hair was pulled, and my body was arched back as this sweet and crazed desire was slashing through me wildly.
Once he was done, I fell back, but the other guy caught me.
He held me close as he balanced me on his cock, slamming into me.
I clung to his muscles and let myself be scorched by the heat of his body as he screwed me.
My hair was drenched with sweat, and my skin was marked and flushed.
I must have looked like an utter wreck, but in another sense, I knew that I had never been more beautiful.
I felt his trembling grunts as he came inside me. The tremors of his body were something I would never forget. I had brought these men to their knees, to their climax, and I was somehow still standing.
But there was still one man left.
Magnus.
I looked at him as he towered above me. He was the tallest, the biggest, and the most well-endowed. My mouth dropped open. I had tasted him before, but now I was about to get an even more intimate sense of him.
My gaze fell down his body. There was a thatch of dark hair at the base of his erection.
Veiny rivers rippled around his flesh. His tip was smooth and raw.
He bristled with heat. My blood sang with desire as it careened within me, and my emotions were soaring.
My heart felt as though it was going to beat through my chest, and the pain was still throbbing from the punishment the men had given me.
Somehow, though, I knew that what Magnus had in store for me was going to be even more intense.
He was the one I really wanted. The other men had just been a gauntlet to get to him. I had proven to him that I could take everything they had to give me, that I could survive this endless stream of masochistic pleasure and still have more left to give him.
My eyes were liquid, my hair a mess, and my body was painted with the hand prints of the men, but really, I was his, all his, and I wanted to show him that.
I think he could see it in my eyes, this utter devotion and adoration.
This room was not a secret to me any longer, and I didn’t want this to be my only visit here.
“Bring her to me,” he said.
I wasn’t sure what he meant by this, because I was already in front of him.
The other men gathered enough strength to pick me up and lift me to Magnus. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me toward him. Then I realized he was going to fuck me while standing up.
I felt him enter me as I was lowered onto him. I draped my arms around his shoulders so that I would not fall. His muscles were tense, and his cock was hard, and when he started fucking me, each one was like the tremor of an earthquake.
I gasped as he carried me around the room then slammed me against the wall, getting more and more furious with his thrusts.
I arched my head back, losing myself in the delirium of the moment.
I had never been this free before. I had never been this happy.
The wall was hard, but somehow, he was even harder.
I screamed in his ear and scratched his back because I just couldn’t take the pleasure. Yet, somehow, it kept going.
Then he carried me to the bed and slammed me down, his entire body crushing me and overwhelming me. It did so many things to me that I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It would have been a hell of a way to go, too.
Burning sweat flowed through every pore of me, and the lust that the other men had left within me was sticky and cloying.
Magnus came into me again and again, so hard and ardent, that I felt him splitting me in two.
He had both hands on my neck when he came, holding me in position as he exploded like a supernova.
Everything went white in my mind. I saw dizzying stars.
He extricated himself from me, and I looked up to see the six men standing at the foot of the bed, all of them staring at me, at my marked body, my used flesh.
I throbbed and pulsed with the aftermath of all the pain and the pleasure.
It was the most potent cocktail I had ever experienced, and I wanted more.
My throat was dry, my lips sore. Every part of me ached, but I would love to do it again. It was intense, and dramatic, and the sensations were like nothing I had ever experienced.
My parents had always wanted me to be the star of the show, and now I was. It might not have been the way they had wanted to happen, but the spotlight was finally on me, and I was ready and willing to give this audience everything they wanted, and more.