Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,35

found the tender crinkle of her bottom hole.

Juliet squealed. “What are you doing?”

“We are your mates. We will do what we wish with you.”

“And we wish to give you great pleasure.”

She wriggled, trying to get away. I spanked her harder. Jarl laughed like a madman, holding her hips down.

She growled and clawed at him and he only laughed harder, wrapping his arms around her small body.

I finished sliding my fingers up and down her rear cleft and pushed a finger into her bottom. Her ass was tight and searing hot. So good.

“I want to feel,” Jarl said.

I nodded. He pulled her off him, holding her tight as if she might run.

“All fours.” He propped her the way he wanted her and caught the vial when I tossed it to him. I helped hold Juliet down so he could oil her bottom hole.

“Ah yes, that’s good,” he sighed. “Tight enough to snap my finger off. How will we fit our cocks up there?”

“I have a few ideas,” I said, but right now I couldn’t think of any of them. My cock was so hard, it might burst. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed a handful of our little nun’s hair and guided her mouth to my jutting rod. “Suck me now,” I ordered. My cock bumped against her mouth and her lips parted automatically. “Good girl. Do a good job and I won’t take your ass right here.” I’d claim it properly when we were back in the lodge.

Juliet bobbed her head up and down, taking me down as far as she could. I held her hair out of her face and murmured encouragement, though she hardly needed more than the threat of us taking her ass.

All too soon, I was spurting down her throat. She sputtered but swallowed me down. I scooped the seed that trickled from her lips back into her mouth.

“Ah, well done, little wife.”

Her eyes were hooded, her lips puffy from taking my cock. She’d never looked so beautiful.

Jarl lay back and had her ride him while I spanked her some more. He came with a roar and held her tight to his chest while I took out the metal bulb I’d had made. I coated it with oil and pressed it against her dark rosebud until her ass opened and she accepted it.

“How long must I wear this?” she asked, sitting up gingerly. Her face was redder than her spanked ass.

“Until we are back at the lodge. Then we will take turns fucking your ass until you learn to cum with your ass full of cock.”

She shuddered. I tugged on the plug and pushed it back in until it was fully seated in her ass. I did it again and again, then reached down to see if she’d grown wet.

She was dripping.

“You are our wife. Our little one. We will never hurt you. But we will claim you thoroughly,” I promised.

Then we spread her out on her back in the bluebells, and ate her cunny until she screamed.

Juliet

The plug in my bottom felt huge and unwieldy the whole journey back to our lodge. My stride was awkward, and when Jarl and Fenrir took turns carrying me in their arms, I couldn’t help shifting my position every so often. They smirked at me, and I blushed, knowing they could tell exactly what was making me uncomfortable.

My pussy still dripped with arousal and their seed. I’d been claimed thoroughly, fully, and in ways I never thought possible. The Berserkers had promised to master me, and they had.

I was married. The tightness in my chest had eased. I still felt hollow, but it was a good feeling. My insides had been scoured clean. If my heart was a garden, the deep roots of something poisonous had been ripped out, and now there was ample room to grow something new.

I dozed in Fenrir’s arms on the final leg of our journey, and by the time we entered the lodge, I was awake but drowsy.

He set me on the bed and went to help Jarl build up the fire. I shifted onto my side, to ease the feeling of the plug in my ass. It no longer burned, but my hole stretched uneasily around it. Every once in a while I clenched and was reminded of everything that had happened this afternoon all over again.

“Come, Juliet.” Fenrir stripped me of my dress and boots. I stood naked before him, my arms wrapped around my bare chest.

Fenrir drew me between his