Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 96271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“The branch carried us,” she said, voice shaking. “Or… we… we moved on it, and it carried us… in a… a c-current somehow…”
Mary picked up the thread with what seemed uncanny ease. “Toward… toward… oh, Herra… another s-structure or another… another tree. Not Yggdrasil… but… but connected to it, or maybe t-touching it… or somehow both it and not it?”
Sven’s fingers worked with grave patience between Mary’s thighs. I saw the redhead’s sweet body begin to betray her more plainly: the tiny lift of her hips, the tension in her mouth, the way her knees wanted to part farther, to give her master more obscene access to her most intimate places.
I looked down at my own little vǫlva and found her in much the same state. Her face had gone pale, with color high in the cheeks. Her lips remained parted. Her breathing had lost any even rhythm and become the breathing of a bed thrall in need of her Herra’s cock.
I let my fingertips circle her clit once, lightly, then slide lower, tracing the damp seam of her bare little cunny and the tender flesh further back. She flinched when I touched near her well-fucked røvhul. I knew how newly opened it remained, how deeply I had used it in Sicily. So I gentled the pressure, merely resting my finger there, making her feel that I knew and remembered every sore inch of her.
She moaned in obvious discomfort anyway.
“Easy, lille en,” I murmured close to her ear.
She nodded, then shook her head as if neither motion properly answered what my hand was doing to her.
Aksel had produced a notebook from somewhere and now sat with severe attention bent toward the girls as if this were a laboratory protocol. Giovanna watched with a cooler, more feline focus, one leg crossed, dark eyes moving from Mary’s face to Ilsa’s and back again. I supposed she found the whole thing equal parts instructive and irritating.
“The lights,” Ilsa said, forcing the words out. “Below our bough… branches of light. They looked like cities from above, maybe. Networks. Like their tree… like they had turned it into a… a structure…” Her hips shifted against my hand in a tiny urgent motion she plainly had not intended. “Transmission… transmission l-lines. Consumption or… and… I… extraction, it felt like.”
Mary shivered under Sven’s touch. “And women beneath those,” she whispered. “Kneeling women, like… like us. Women used for… for…”
I felt Ilsa’s cunt pulse under my fingers.
“Used how?” Aksel asked.
His tone remained neutral. It would help, I know. He queried like a scientist, obliging the girls to answer while their bodies remembered, without trying to lead them anywhere in particular.
I put two fingers just inside Ilsa’s soaked little cunt, not thrusting, only filling her enough to remind her body of service, while my thumb resumed its work on the little bud where her need centered. Her whole body jerked. The cloth beneath her made a faint, wet sound.
“From behind,” she said at once, the answer pulled out of her by sensation as much as by memory. “The men were behind them. In dark clothes. Modern clothes. Suits, maybe, but changing. They—” She broke off with a sobbing breath and pressed herself down on my hand despite the soreness I knew she must feel. “They were fucking them… their bottoms… like… like us.”
Mary gave a strangled little cry. “Yes. Bent over with their bottoms up. Hair on the ground. The women… they were like… like conduits, that way.”
Sven glanced at me. I saw recognition in his eyes: of the pattern, of the old knowledge finding its analogue in another civilization. His hand disappeared more decisively between Mary’s legs. She whimpered and began to move against him with bashful but irresistible obedience.
I let my fingertip brush the rim of Ilsa’s anus again, then withdraw. Even that slight pressure made her tremble all over. Her body must remain close to the ritual it had known when she had gone to the tree. So I alternated, cunt and clit and that tender little ring behind, making her remember the whole path upward.
“They fed the structure you described?” Sven asked.
“The fucking… it… it made the women feed it,” Mary said instantly.
“More… more, though…” Ilsa said, then gasped as my thumb pressed harder over her clit. “Not… not only the women. It went through them… through their bodies.” She swallowed. “The men were using them to draw something out, or move something through the system. A kind of energy, but… but information, too?”
“Guidance,” Mary agreed.
“An oracle network,” Aksel said softly.
* * *
Ilsa
I could feel the tempo of my body rising under Henrik’s hand. My master already knew me too well. The humiliating cunt cloth under me was no longer merely precaution but necessity, so I didn’t ruin his trousers. He slid his fingers out of me and stroked through the wetness I had made, and I made a helpless noise that, to my mingled distress and pride, must have sounded so sweet and needy that I felt his cock thicken beneath my bottom.