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hot sparks
of pleasure through him.
    “More, more, please...” he cried. But his
words were completely inaudible, thanks to two of the Vikings pumping his mouth
full of cock, sliding deliciously against each other.
    They were both close to coming, he could
tell; he was an expert at judging the state of a man’s cock by now, and these
jumping, jerky thrusts were a clear sign, as was the salty taste of pre-come on
his tongue.
    The man kneeling behind him suddenly
decided to pull out, and Edric moaned at the aching slide out of him, leaving
him empty and wet, his hole gaping open.
    Warm seed spattered over his back, his
thighs, marking him.
    “Odin’s balls, that was good,” the Viking
behind him said, relishing it, shaking his cock over Edric’s back to get rid of
the last drops. “You want your turn now, Thorvald? We got him good and wet for
you.”
    “He should be able to take Thorvald no
trouble, now,” someone else said with a guffaw. “Could take a horse, too, if we
had one on board.”
    Edric swallowed around the cockheads that
stuffed his mouth, feeling them stiffen and jerk and spurt their seed into him,
deep into his throat. He couldn’t even taste the hot slick fluid, it went down
so fast.
    One after the other, they were pulling
out of him, and suddenly he was empty for the first time in hours. No one was
fucking him in front or in back, no one was shoving a hard cock into his hand.
    There was a hush of anticipation, and in
the sudden silence, Edric felt his heartbeat echo in his ears. He was so hard,
dripping wet and sore, desperate to be claimed and taken for good.
    The Vikings crowded around him still, but
now they parted, making way for one who towered over all of them.
    It was Thorvald.
    Finally, oh thank the gods, it was
Thorvald’s turn.
    Edric’s body knew him before his dizzy
mind caught up, and his cock jerked with the scent of him. That salty musk
flooded his nostrils, and he sniffed deeply, blissfully.
    Thorvald stepped closer, right in front
of him. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, thick and long and big, so big.
He was swollen and hard with need, already leaking glistening fluid at the tip.
    Edric swallowed hungrily, then opened his
mouth as wide as he could, hoping Thorvald would use him that way first. He
wanted that taste on his tongue, that huge cock down his throat as far as it
could go.
    But Thorvald was too tall to reach with
his mouth alone, and he wasn’t bending down enough for Edric to lick at him.
    Edric couldn’t look up far enough to meet
Thorvald’s eyes. But he sensed the gaze of the giant Viking roaming over him,
over his trembling, exhausted, come-drenched body.
    “Please take me,” Edric moaned, barely
audible, the words falling from his swollen mouth at random. “Use me, Thorvald,
please fuck me, I need you to-”
    He was begging. It was wrong to beg, to
abase himself, Edric knew that on some level, but he didn’t care. It would feel
so good, if only Thorvald would use him now, he knew he could come just from
that.
    And it would feel so good to let all that
pent-up pressure go, after he had been so stretched, so fucked, so covered in
these men’s come that he barely knew how he had survived it all.
    His body vibrated with need; his dizzy
mind buzzed with it.
    Then Thorvald was striding past Edric’s
head on those long legs, moving towards his rear.
    Oh gods, please , Edric begged. Don’t
let him leave me here, tied up like this. Don’t let him be disgusted with me.
Please let him touch me. Please let him take me.
    The other Vikings were all around him,
muttering in low voices; he could sense that they were waiting as much as he
was. They wanted to see Thorvald fuck him.
    Then Thorvald was there, behind him,
pressing that immense cock into his fluttering, eager hole.
    Edric was so wet, so slippery and loose,
that it was far too easy.
    He forced himself to tighten, to clamp
down hard around Thorvald’s cock.
    Fight for it , he told the Viking
silently.