Page 14 of Mated to the Vikings

“Oh!” Jerking up, she gripped my knees, darting a look in my direction. “Who are you, my amazing Viking? Tell me.”

I growled my response, ready to claim her ass once again when Dak and Brexin grabbed her off my lap. She squealed as they held her, fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples. Her giggle was infused with longing as she wrapped her hands around their cocks, stroking both in a perfect rhythm.

A pang of jealousy rushed into my system, but I forced myself to enjoy the show, if only momentarily. She stood on her toes, forced to stretch given their size. They were brutal in their actions, twisting her nipples then sucking in a tender manner, repeating the move until she was left quivering all over. They dipped their heads, sucking on her bruised and fully erect buds, making her cry out again.

I rose to my feet, still waiting, still watching but cum continued to leak from my slit, desire ravaging every inch of my body.

Brexin issued a series of guttural sounds then lifted her into the air, forcing her legs around his hips, impaling her with the entire length of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” she panted, clinging to him, her mouth going slack and her head tipping back.

Her eyes were closed as he rocked her, lifting and pummeling her down in rapid succession. I moved closer, running the tips of my fingers down her spine. “Mine.” The word slipped from my mouth, but I knew she’d caught it, her eyes opening wide. I wasted no more time, my hunger too great. I slipped the tip of my cock to her tight little hole, pushing just inside.

“Oh… I…” She licked her dry lips, struggling to keep hold of Brexin. I loved the way her chest rose and fell, jiggling her rounded breasts. She was perfect in every manner and my heart had already rendered her as belonging to me.

I gripped her legs as I shoved the remainder of my cock into her asshole, electric sensations rocketing through me. Her muscles strained to accept, yielding to the man who would be her master. The thought was riveting, allowing my visions of full domination to take hold. For a few seconds I was unable to focus, concentrating on fucking her ass. The tightness was extraordinary, creating new heights of pleasure. My legs strained, tense as I pummeled into her and soon, my rhythm was opposite of Brexin’s, each thrust equally as savage.

We continued for several minutes, her body lolling against my chest. I cupped her breast with one hand, squeezing and caressing until I could take it no longer. Every part of my body strained, my balls aching and my heart racing.

Brexin issued several husky growls, his body faltering. When he locked eyes with hers, a smile crossed his face.

I erupted, filling her with seed, my cock throbbing to the point of anguish. I wanted this to last forever, to keep her as ours. A sudden vision rushed into my mind, paralyzing me, the memory as fresh as if I’d just experienced the wretched moment.

“He’s a nobody,” the guard said as he yanked me to a window, the small Formica ledge chipped.

I wanted to scream out that I was somebody, but any infraction would result in another beating. I was bruised and aching all over, having endured twenty-four straight hours of interrogation. I had no idea why I’d been brought here, to this dilapidated building in the heart of the city. They’d dragged me from the prison cell, easily able to control my weak body, dumping me into a van with no windows. The first sight of sun had nearly blinded me, but I’d managed to glance at the glorious orange orb, almost forgetting what it looked like. The warmth on my face had been amazing, awakening portions of my body that had been dormant.

“Yeah, he’s on the list. Take him into the room and chain him to the chair. We certainly don’t want him getting away,” the attendant snarked as he turned over a tablet for the guard to scribble his signature.

“Glad to be rid of this one,” the guard huffed, sliding the tablet back in the young man’s direction. “They’re all pains in my ass.”

“You’re sure he’ll accept the deal?” the attendant snickered as he glared at me.

I had difficulty seeing from one eye, swollen from the incident at the prison. I held back laughter. The guards all enjoyed roughing us up any chance they got. Whatever deal they were talking about had to be better than living in a three by five cell with dirt floors and cinderblock walls.

“Yeah, the fucker will accept. He’s one of the smart ones.” Grinning, the guard nodded at the attendant and dug his fingers into my arm, waiting until the buzzer sounded.

I was jerked toward the door, pushed hard inside, my body slamming against the table.

“You’re a clumsy asshole. Aren’t you?” the guard snickered and wrapped his hand around my neck, forcing me into a steel hardback chair. I had no idea where I was, except for somewhere in the city. The room itself was devoid of anything except for what I knew to be a two-way window. This was an old building from before the crisis.

I didn’t bother answering the asshole as he wrapped chains around my ankles, securing me in place.

“Put your hands out in front of you,” he directed, tilting his head when I hesitated for a mere second. “Do it or this chance will pass you by. And I don’t give a shit.”

I stuck out my hands, fighting the urge to smash his head in. I knew I was far too weak, but the attempt would do my soul some good. When I was adequately shackled, he backed away, grinning in the same manner as he’d always done.

“Good luck, fucker. You don’t deserve this, but what the hell.”

The door slammed and I heard the lock clicking into place. Suddenly I was freezing, the thin coveralls providing zero protection in any manner. After searching the room with my eyes, wincing from the fluorescent lights, I hung my head, trying to remember what a taste of freedom was actually like.

I had no idea how much time had passed but I heard the second door opening, footsteps on the dingy floor.

“Erik Trebold. You have a long and interesting record.” His voice was deep, the tone full of amusement.

I lifted my head, still finding it difficult to focus. He seemed larger than life, thick black hair and a stark white lab coat. “What do you want?”

He was followed in by another guard, only this one wasn’t wearing a gun.