Mastered by the Berserkers (Berserker Brides #8) - Lee Savino Page 0,37

with his fingers as he whispered. “If I had my way, I would’ve spread you out on the lawn and claimed you then, naked before your God and all the world.”

I whimpered against the surge of arousal spurred by his words.

“Imagine the torches burning all around,” he continued. “Imagine the moon bearing witness to your shame and your pleasure.” His fingers slid from my ass, replaced by the hard tip of his cock. He was bigger than the plug. Oh God, how could I bear it?

“Bear down, Juliet,” Jarl ordered. “Push out and let him in.” His fingers reached under my chest to pluck my nipples. “Do it and we will let you cum.”

I did as he bid, moaning as Fenrir slid inside. I felt pleasure churning deep in my belly even as my bottom hole stretched to its limits. Sweat slicked my back.

Fenrir growled and cursed as he pushed in further, seating himself deep inside me. Someone, either Jarl or Fenrir, reached under me and played with the slippery folds of my cunny. Pleasure shot through me and I screamed, clenching down hard on his cock.

Fenrir shouted and bucked, spearing me fully. The sensation spurred my climax to new heights. Fenrir eased out and slid back in, driving me forward onto the bed.

Jarl lifted my head by my hair and cupped my jaw, guiding his cock into my mouth. “Suck me now, little nun. Take us both.”

I hummed around his rod, my tongue rubbing along the heated skin. I sucked hard, drawing him deep, even as my bottom swallowed Fenrir’s cock further.

“That’s it,” Fenrir murmured. His hand pressed on my back, making me arch further. My head tipped back and Jarl slid his cock deeper into my throat. “That’s the way.”

I breathed through my nose, scenting Jarl’s wild musk as the hairs around his cock tickled my face. Meanwhile, Fenrir fucked my ass in slow, easy drags. I should not feel pleasure, but I did, deep down. Sensation and shame twisting together to make pleasure of the darkest kind.

“You are so beautiful, Juliet,” Fenrir said. “So beautiful and so good, to take my cock up your ass so well.”

His crude words made me clench my inner muscles, hard. Jarl gripped my hair tighter, holding me still.

“Oh gods, yes,” Fenrir muttered, sounding drunk. “Do that again.”

I angled my head so I could breath more easily. Jarl slid out and smacked his cock on my cheek before gliding back in. My mouth watered as it filled with his thick meat.

Fenrir reached under and rubbed my folds with no gentleness or precision. My climax gripped and shook me, and my bottom squeezed and squeezed Fenrir’s cock until he came, shuddering against me.

I panted, drooling around Jarl’s rod. I’d cum with a cock in my ass and cum hard. Fenrir drew out of me, slowly. Where I once felt stretched, I now felt empty.

Jarl pulled out of my mouth, still hard. “My turn.”

Fenrir took his place by my head. “You’re doing well.” His fingers trailed lazily from my breasts to the sensitive nub near my entrance. “Cum for me again.”

I fought it, but Fenrir knew just where to rub and where to pinch. I wriggled until Jarl pushed inside my ass, spearing me and holding me still.

He cursed loud and long. “She’s so tight and hot,” he said.

“She is,” Fenrir answered, still rubbing my folds. “And when she cums—”

“She clenches hard enough to snap off my cock.” Jarl’s finger dug into my hips as he rolled his hips, surging deeper into my bowels.

Fenrir stroked me, his fingers barely a whisper over my skin, achingly sweet. Jarl’s cock was a battering ram, pounding me toward climax. Together, their assault overwhelmed me. My orgasm lifted my body up and threw it into the abyss.

11

Juliet

Warm, wet cloths stroked over my skin. Jarl and Fenrir cleaned me with a care and thoroughness that made me flush. They rubbed balm into my sore spots, including my poor, stretched bottom.

Finally, Fenrir gathered me against him. His hand slipped between my legs.

“Oh no.” I tried to roll away, but he held me fast.

“Yes, little wife. One last time.”

“I can’t, I can’t,” I moaned.

“You must.” His thumb rubbed gently, pushing me over the edge. I shuddered and curled into him, pressing my face into the hard plane of muscle. He took his hand away and replaced it with a wet cloth, pressing down and grounding me.

Once he’d cleaned me, I curled further into myself. I felt small and fragile, completely wrung