the pain and need flowed together into one growing wave of sensation, threatening to crash through me.
I reached for the blindfold and someone stayed my hand. “Not yet,” Jarl growled. He pinned my wrists to the bed.
My sigh shuddered through me.
“We punished you. You are absolved.” Fenrir gentled me with a hand on my breastbone. “Now, we will make you feel good.”
A horn of mead came to my lips and I drank deeply.
Someone else was soothing something over my breasts. A balm of some sort, thick and sticky.
A finger touched my lips. My tongue flicked out and the sweetness burst on my tongue. I smacked my lips.
“Honey,” I said.
“Yes,” Fenrir said, and licked between my breasts. He brushed honey over my nipple and closed his mouth over it. All the sting went away as he prodded my nipple with his tongue. Pleasure flashed from my breast to my cunny. I arched off the bed, my ears filling with my moans.
I felt Fenrir move away and Jarl took his place. He smeared a whole handful of honey over my abraded chest and leaned down to lap it up. His beard pricked my skin and became soaked in honey, so much that when he lifted his head to kiss me, the rich taste filled my mouth. I sucked on his lip, savoring the sweetness.
Fenrir worked his way down, stroking honey over my belly, the tops of my legs. Jarl licked up my neck, his beard tickling, making me shiver. Fenrir lapped long strokes up my thighs, growing closer and closer to my aching cunny.
When he nuzzled the valley between my legs, I squirmed. He swirled two fingers over the tops of my thighs and dipped between them, painting honey into my sex.
“Oh no.” I twisted, trying to escape, but two sets of firm hands grabbed my legs.
And then, oh, then they licked me. Two rough tongues danced and delved—into my belly button, into the crevice between my legs, pressing further and further. They were everywhere. A rough hand covered my breast, squeezing. Another gripped my knee and drew it out and up, holding me open. My body held no secrets then. A mouth covered my cunny, licking deep between my folds. I pushed my sore bottom into the bed but I could not get away.
And then he moved away and someone—Jarl—covered my sex with honey again so he could take his turn licking me. His beard scraped up my inner thighs and then his whole face pressed between my legs.
“No, no,” I cried out and two fingers pushed into my mouth, rubbing honey onto my tongue. By the time they withdrew, only to be replaced by Fenrir’s mouth, I was overcome. Fenrir murmured against my lips and gave me kiss after drugging kiss. I dug my fingers into his hair, gripping him close. He started to kiss down my chin again and I dragged him back. But he caught my wrists and rose over me.
The warriors rolled me over. They tied my hair back and spread the honey over my back, paying attention to each welt. Then the backs of my legs where the switch had bit my skin.
And at last they kissed my buttocks, scraping my chastised flesh with their rough beards, then soothing it with their tongues. I squirmed and they held me down. Firm hands gripped and parted my cheeks—they drizzled honey and licked there too. I was panting and pressing myself into the furs, my back arched to offer my aching center to their mouths even as I tried to wriggle away.
The bed creaked as they rose up over me. Fingers stroked wet folds and I thrashed harder.
“Please, please,” I said.
Jarl chuckled. “When I said you would beg, I didn’t know it would be so soon.”
“Please,” I was shaking when they flipped me over. Fenrir knelt between my legs, body gleaming in the firelight. Without thinking, I reached for him.
He pinned my wrists and stretched out over me, his weight settling on my needy cunny, just enough to ease the ache. His hair curtained my head as he stopped my mouth with his. I couldn’t move far, but everything in me strained upwards.
“All right, Juliet. We will give you what you need.” And again he kissed down my body, taking care to swirl his tongue over my sore spots and soothe them. My body shimmered with sensation.
Fenrir lay his head against my thigh, watching me as he pushed a finger inside my body. My toes curled so hard