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around
him, of everything except the powerful sensations they were giving him.
    Another slick cock was pushing into his
ass, now, and doing it so slowly that it made his hole clench again and again,
fluttering around that hot hard length. There was no pain, not any longer; it
was beginning to feel amazing, instead, hot thrills of pleasure shooting up his
spine with that slow-burn entry.
    Moaning, Edric begged for more. He could
feel hands on his cock, milking him, pulling at his length while the Viking
behind him sank into his ass.
    Gods, it should not feel so good, he was
so stretched and full and yet he wanted more, delicious pleasure leaping higher
and higher until he couldn’t stand it, white light in front of his eyes -
    Edric came hard, splashing the rough
decking beneath with his come, and almost passed out from the sheer bliss of
it. Aftershocks shuddered through his body, and he heard the man fucking him
groan as he felt Edric’s hole tighten hard around his cock.
    Hafgrim was in front of him now,
grinning, his huge rough hands on Edric’s head, guiding him closer. His cock
was like a tree root, as huge as he was, veined and hard as oak.
    Edric licked at it, wetting the purple
head with his spit, and Hafgrim’s big hands petted his hair.
    “Mmmh,” Edric moaned as the man fucking
him from behind increased his pace. It had to be Ogleif thrusting into him, he
recognized the rhythm - those short, dragging, shallow thrusts that drove him
crazy. They were too much and yet not enough, not deep enough, not hard enough,
they rasped at him without taking him.
    And yet every rasping thrust made him
wilder. His body felt super-sensitized to every touch, his skin prickling with
the need for more.
    The Vikings who had already had their turn
were standing around Edric now, stroking him, fondling his cock, rubbing drops
of come into his skin.
    As he sucked on Hafgrim’s treeroot-cock,
he felt other stiff cocks being pushed into his empty hands.
    Edric clenched his fists around them,
groaning when Ogleif began fucking him even slower. Ogleif’s fucking was a
torment, his stiff rod dragging slowly over Edric’s sensitive hole, back and
forth, sawing into his tender channel. So slow, so maddeningly slow.
    “Is he still tight, Ogleif?” someone
wanted to know.
    “Tight and slippery as hell,” Ogleif
reported tersely, thrusting in slow.
    “Wait til I get my turn at him,” someone
yelled from further away, one of the men who were rowing the ship.
    Oh gods , Edric thought dimly,
pulling on the cocks being pushed into his hands, there’s still the second
shift . Ogleif had said it: after those other men had rowed their thousand
strokes, they would get their turn.
    But he couldn’t focus on that, couldn’t
think about anything but hot wet Viking cock in his mouth, in his ass, in his
hands.
    Hafgrim’s rough hands twisted in his
hair, hard, forcing him to tilt his head back a bit.
    “You still with us, thrall?”
    “Nnnh,” Edric said around his cock, eyes
wide and a little dazed. But apparently that was good enough for Hafgrim. He
began pushing deeper into Edric’s mouth, fucking into his throat, moving fast
with hip-thrusts that slapped his balls against Edric’s chin.
    Soon Hafgrim was coming, spilling more of
that salty ocean-tang down his throat, making Edric swallow again and again to
keep from choking. And yet he felt like he could swallow more of it; he was
beginning to relish the taste, the sensation of that heavy fluid sliding down
his throat like thick honey mead.
    Giddy, Edric tried to move, forgetting
for a moment that he was tied fast to the bench. He wanted to thrust against
something, feel friction; his cock was hard again, even harder than before, and
needing relief.
    Hands were grabbing at him again, but not
in the right place , damn it, they were slapping his ass and stroking the
sweat-slick bumps and hollows of his spine, where all Edric wanted was hands on
his cock, now .
    Hafgrim’s cock slipped