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from his mouth,
and for once he had breathing room, nobody else was shoving their way in
immediately.
    Edric took a long, gulping breath of
delicious fresh air and begged, “Please touch me, please, I’m so hard, please,
oh gods...”
    Nobody seemed to be listening to him or
understand what he was saying. His tongue felt mangled and swollen, coated with
come, and he had no idea if the words spilling from him made any sense.
    Ogleif thrust into him hard, one fast
stroke after many slow shallow ones, and that was almost enough to bring Edric
off without anyone touching him. Almost. But it was Ogleif who was coming
instead, spilling more seed into him when he was so drenched already, hot slick
fluid dripping down his thighs.
    As soon as he was done, Ogleif jerked his
cock out and yelled, “Second shift!”
    There was a groan from the men around
Edric and a huge cheer from further away, where the rowers sat.
    He heard a clatter of oars, men moving
about, bodies appearing and disappearing from Edric’s view. The shift was
changing.
    Edric was losing track of how many men
there were, how many had already touched him, fucked him, spilled their seed
inside him. How many more were waiting now.
    He did know one thing: Thorvald hadn’t
touched him yet. Thorvald had been rowing, watching Edric from a distance.
Watching over him. And now, Thorvald was waiting for him.
    Sweating Vikings surrounded him, their
huge bodies pressed close. The air was full of the scent of their sweat; they
had been rowing hard, eager for the thousand strokes to be over.
    Eager for their chance at him.
    In no time at all, his mouth was stuffed
with hot cock again, his ass was breached, more shafts were being pushed into
his slippery hands, and Edric gave himself up to it all, moaning like an
animal.
    He wasn’t looking anymore to see who
fucked him, who wanted him to suck them, whose hands were on his ass, pulling
his cheeks apart so wide that he felt split open.
    They wanted to fuck him, and he was here
to be used. He was their thrall, and they wanted him.
    Edric wasn’t afraid any longer; he knew
he could take it, take all of it, and still want more.
    “Fuck me,” he moaned around the thick
salty cockhead stuffing his mouth. “Take me, fuck me-”
    Someone slipped a thumb into his hole,
next to the fat cock already pumping into him, and Edric cried out wildly,
shrilly.
    “Look how wet he is,” someone said in a
low guttural voice. “And how sweetly he begs. Let me taste him.”
    “I’m not pulling out for you,” the Viking
fucking him from behind growled back. “Lick his hole if you want, but don’t get
in my way.”
    A tongue speared into Edric’s hole,
licking, slurping at the river of seed that squelched from his ass with every
thrust of the man fucking him.
    “Frigg’s tits, you’re so dirty, Drifa,”
another Viking laughed. “Look at you, on your knees, sucking seed from a
thrall’s hole. How does he taste?”
    “Like a fucked-out cumhole,” Drifa said,
his voice thick. “Nice and salty. Want some?”
    “Fuck, no. I’ll take his mouth instead.
Move over, Ingmar.”
    Edric paid no attention to the backchat.
He had his hands full. And his mouth, and his ass.
    More jostling and pushing, and then there
were two cocks in his mouth, striving against each other, stretching his lips
and his jaw.
    Edric jerked spasmodically with every
thrust into his ass, trying to keep his mouth open wide so the men could pump
deep into his throat.
    His head was spinning; he felt like he
was drowning in come. His hands were wet with it, his ass was drenched with it,
and he must have swallowed gallons of it.
    He was so stretched out, so fucked out,
so wet and slippery and messy. His body trembled, aching with sensory overload.
And still Thorvald had not touched him.
    The man behind him was groaning, fucking
him hard, his balls hitting Edric’s ass every time he sheathed himself. Every
thrust rasped over that red-hot swollen spot inside Edric, sending