legs. I shifted from foot to foot, wishing the stretch of my bottom hole would ease.
“You’re doing well, little wife. How do you feel?”
I shrugged. He stroked back the messy tendrils of my hair.
Jarl prowled up to the bed. “Do you admit you belong to us, now?”
I almost rolled my eyes at that. “If I say no, what would you do?”
“Tie you up again and whip you until you admit the truth.” His eyes gleamed and a hot jolt of arousal shot through me. The Berserkers had trained me to respond.
“I belong to you, as you belong to me.” I raised my chin. “Husband.”
Fenrir chuckled. “Well said, little wife.” He tipped me over his lap, so my upturned bottom gave him perfect access to the plug. He plucked and pushed at it, moving it in and out. I kicked and struggled with each invasion, but my arousal grew.
“You still are our captive and our mate. But we meant the vows we spoke.” Fenrir stroked my back as he used the plug to probe my ass. “We will be true to you, Juliet. We will love and protect you and cherish you forever.” He spanked my bottom, his palm catching the plug and making me cry out as arousal bloomed hot and wild between my legs. I angled my hips, trying to rub against his leg. Fenrir saw my desperation and chuckled. He slapped my rear until each cheek glowed like a coal in the fire. Then he flipped me onto the bed, onto my back.
The position pushed the plug deeper inside me. I tried to roll off my back, but Jarl caught me and pulled me back, so I still lay on my back with my head on his lap. Fenrir knelt between my legs, pushing my knees wider and pinning them lightly with his weight. My legs were open, my cunny spread wide with pink folds dripping as the plug impaled my ass.
“We will still punish you. And we will claim you thoroughly,” Fenrir promised. He set his palm against my cunny and ground down lightly. Sparks shot from my center, my arousal catching fire and starting to spread.
He lifted his hands and tapped his fingers against my folds, spanking lightly. My head flew back and I shuddered. Jarl smiled down at me, gripping my bare breast and kneading it. Between his touch and Fenrir’s light slaps to my cunny, I felt like the sensation would tear me apart.
“You are ours, Juliet. You belong to us.” Fenrir’s hand fell harder now, in a steady rhythm like the beat of a drum. Each smack drove me onward, toward that glorious place where pleasure would consume me. I cried out, writhing and grinding down, seeking that bliss and the blow to my cunny that would send me flying. As I rooted myself in the bed, I impaled myself further on the plug.
And at last it caught, that wildfire. The flames spread and roared higher. Pleasure scorched me. I flew higher and higher, borne by the pleasure fueled by pain. My climax burned white hot, obliterating me.
Strong hands caught my trembling body, bearing me back to earth. I found myself on my belly. As I scrambled up to hands and knees, Jarl cupped my face and crooned to me. Fenrir gripped my hips, stilling me. He pulled my lower half back against him until the iron hard muscle of his legs pressed against the backs of my thighs. The crisp hairs around his cock brushed my bottom.
“It is time.” His hands parted my bottom cheeks. He shifted me forward so there was space and then, with a hand on my belly to steady me, he drew out the plug.
I groaned as the widest part of the bulb stretched me. Then my bottom was empty, my hole clenching on air only for a moment before Fenrir inserted his hard fingers. He stretched me further and he must have used the oil, because it dripped down the backs of my thighs. My empty cunny prickled with need.
“I’m going to claim your arse, little nun,” Fenrir murmured, his fingers thrusting into my bottom hole in a shameful rhythm. I moaned and dropped my forehead to the bed. Jarl gathered my hair back and stroked my scalp in soothing circles. Tingles spread up my spine, my body clenching in anticipation.
“I’m going to master you fully. From the moment we found you in the abbey, I have wanted to claim you like this,” Fenrir kept fucking me