The Twilight Hunt Chapter 7 - Unprotected

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The black SUV coasted to a stop on the gravel of the construction site's parking lot. Max pulled the parking brake for the SUV before he stepped out. This close to the edge of the bluff, he didn’t trust the cheap labor they had going on here with the stability and even construction to keep his car intact. The temple here, just North of Belo Horizonte in Brazil, was well and truly under construction… and if his information was good, that meant that Skuld’s daughter Estrid should be here. The complex here was very large, and the forest around it even larger, but he did have at least one benefit… there were so many people moving around the construction site that he didn’t stand out much. He certainly wasn’t the only white guy here.

Max shuffled to the back of his SUV and opened the trunk, then pressed a button built into the floorboard to open it and reveal the assortment of items that he had hidden. The compartment contained all the tools that he needed to do his job, but right now he just wanted the backpack with the essentials… cuffs, gags, chloroform, and the collar. He also made sure to check that his pistol was still secure in its sheath at the small of his back. He didn’t much like using firearms in his job, but it was occasionally necessary, and down in the jungle animal attacks were possible even if guards never got involved.

Max clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, considering his next steps as he slung the backpack over one shoulder. The first thing he had to do was to figure out how to find this target. People were everywhere and heavy equipment was moving around… it was far too busy to just grab her here, which also meant that he needed to figure out a way to get some privacy.

Normally, if he were told a target he had to acquire was out in the middle of the woods he would have considered it an advantage… but here it was shaping up to be a major problem. She was in the middle of the woods, but she certainly wasn’t alone: the area was crammed full of staff, construction workers, and all kinds of laborers hard at work to make something from nothing. Every single one of them was a potential witness or source of interference.

The Luminous Branch was constructing a new temple and compounds for their growing cult. It made sense, he supposed. If you were a nature worshiping sect then there was a lot more to work with here. The more people believed, the more money and resources would be willingly thrown at the cult… and more people would be willing to do anything for them. The more of those they got, the easier it would be to grow further… a virtuous cycle, at least for the cult. Idiots that sought salvation were so gullible with their money. They would throw it all away if they thought they could be saved in the afterlife.

Max didn’t believe any of that shit. He hadn’t quite come to terms yet with the supernatural things he had seen, but even so, he still wasn’t sure he believed that there was any kind of afterlife waiting for him or that salvation was possible. Even if it was, it was probably too late for him… what’s done was done, and he was going to live the life he was good at.

Max chuckled under his breath. He leaned against a tree and looked around, taking in the people who were working… looking for opportunities. He watched the workers as they built, dressed simply in green clothing to blend in with the forest. These people had obviously been put to work by their church, or temple, or commune. Whatever the hell they called it, Max recognized a damn cult when he saw it. They thought they were doing holy work, when all it did was make someone else rich.

Of course it didn’t help that they were following a person who, supposedly, had once been able to tell the future. He wasn’t sure he believed that, but if so the power had truly faded. If she was really able to see the future still, she would have known what Max was trying to do here… so any power she once possessed had faded with time, or something else had weakened her.

Either way, it didn’t really matter… a job was a job. He would get her just like he got Selkolla and have her say the words to bind herself.

There was too much activity in the forest for Max to move into the compound. He would have to wait for now. Observing them from afar would give him time to see what they did and how they moved. Max would rather not kill anyone unless he absolutely needed to. There were a few people around who looked like they were guards, and they were all but certainly armed, but not as many as he had expected… the church was clearly more concerned with safeguarding their wealth and secrets than their people.

Max took refuge in the treeline, unseen and just watching people move… observing the encampment. He had arrived too early, it appeared. It took several hours for the workers to finally lose daylight and start putting away their tools and equipment. Many of them headed for dormitories, but far more of them seemed to be leaving the site, going elsewhere and leaving it a shell of itself. Most of the workers got onto ATVs or back to the gravel lot full of cars and drove off out of the forest. Thankfully, not everyone left, so Max’s car didn’t stand out in the parking lot as being left behind. Even better, there was still some daylight to work with. Max raised a pair of binoculars to his face and looked at the housing unit, watching a few people walking around the dormitory units… and one of them stuck out like a sore thumb.

The woman with long blonde hair was gorgeous. She was wearing the green robes that appeared to be customary for the higher ups in the temple and was absolutely stunning, a diamond shining in a pile of stone. She had a body that was seemingly custom-built to attract the eye and seemed to glow with almost lustful energy with every movement, even when no one was watching her. Her hair seemed to glitter in the light as the woman looked over the grounds, inspecting the area and the day of construction that took place. Even sight unseen, Max had absolutely no doubts in his mind… that was Estrid.

After her inspection, she went back into the same building she had been in. Her room in the compound was a bit separate from the others, no doubt the privileges of rank… but that benefited him as well. Max waited for the rest of the light to slowly die. The men and women took a meal together at last light before everyone returned to their beds, leaving the forest… well, not quiet. This near-rainforest probably couldn’t be quiet for anything, but it did go still, and no people moved.

Max screwed a silencer onto his pistol. He disliked this, but it wouldn’t be his first hostile extraction if it came to that. Hopefully it wouldn’t be necessary, but one way or the other he was leaving with that blonde. The guards were around the periphery of the camp, but Max had been watching them for a while now… they were more concerned with smoking and drinking than their rounds. They did a half-hearted patrol every half hour or so and he just waited until the last one went by him before he slipped into the camp in that guard’s wake, leaving them none the wiser as he moved between two buildings. Making his way to the building that was isolated from the others, Max tried the door… unlocked. He grinned… Estrid was inside, sleeping the sleep of the wealthy and secure, safe in the knowledge that men with weapons guarded her rest. False confidence. Max slid inside quietly, looking around… his eyes well-adjusted to the dim light creeping in through the windows. The building was still… it didn’t seem like there was anyone else inside it. The space had the feel of temporary living quarters… the furniture was cheap and rugged, and there were boxes set up with clothing and a large bed off in the corner of the room.

Max turned and locked the door behind him, the way she should have in the first place. No one else would disturb them for the evening. Max put the backpack down, digging out a simple collar and leash from it. He took his time to remove the clothes from his body… pulling his shirt off over his muscular form. This whole thing had to go smoothly… he didn’t want to be wrestling with his clothing after she was awake. As he stripped, pulling his belt off, Max’s gaze fell on the sleeping figure of the blonde on the bed. Her hair had an almost golden luster to it and she looked peaceful in her sleep, smiling softly as she hugged a pillow. She must have fallen asleep quickly after she came in here to be completely still by now, in deep sleep already. Max let his pants drop down to the floor around his ankles, his boxers already straining against the size of his growing erection as he stepped over to the bed, grabbed the bed sheet, and slowly, very gently, tugged it down her body.

Max was pleasantly surprised to find that Estrid slept in the nude. As the blanket came away, her beautiful figure came into view in the soft glow of what light came in through the shades. She had large, firm breasts that seemed to defy gravity even on her side, with a slightly puffy areola and perky nipples resting neatly at the center. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a nice little V pattern that pointed down to her sex like an arrow, or perhaps a treasure map. Her back, however, looked perfectly normal and human. Max couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. When he had been told that she was part faerie he had been visualizing wings or something. He had been looking forward to seeing that exotic beauty. Instead, she just looked like a woman. A gorgeous one, certainly… but still just a woman.

After Selkolla, he was beginning to wonder if all of these women would be a disappointment to him in some way. Then again, perhaps his standards were just too high and he was being silly. She was easily one of the most lovely women he had ever laid eyes on, and the security here made the hunt challenging in its own way… and it was only the prelude to the actual hunt for her mother. He needed to keep his eyes on the ball and stop getting distracted by the idea of being let down by what he had expected. Right now, it was time to teach this pretty thing a harsh lesson on the logic of always locking your doors.

Max moved all at once. He struck out, bringing his hand down onto her mouth to stop her from screaming as he stared intently down at her. The girl’s eyes shot open wide, and she immediately screamed, the sound muffled by his hand to almost nothing. Her hands came up to wrap around his wrist, but Max shook his head a few times, smirking. “The others in the compound are already asleep and won’t wake up for a long time. No one is coming to help you, little slut. You became my slave the moment you stepped into this room alone.”

His right hand moved across her chest as he spoke. The palm cupped over her left breast, flicking his thumb over her nipple. Those fingers glided over her taut stomach and down toward her soft peach fuzz blonde hairs that guided him to the promised land between her legs. His fingers curled over her sex, teasing her pussy lips with a light touch and she squirmed more aggressively. “Now, you and I are going to make a bargain. You are going to make me an oath to be my slave, and in return, I will promise to stop hurting you… for the night.”

Max smiled down at her. “Now, I know what you’re thinking, little slut,” he said as he stared down into her wide, panicked eyes. “An eternity of slavery for one night of mercy? Doesn’t seem like a fair trade. But you’re looking at it all wrong, little faeling.” His fingers grabbed onto her clit and squeezed, making his palm vibrate with her muted scream far more harshly. “It’s not intended to be an even trade. It’s payment, from a supplicant to her master. Trust me, slut. You’re going to want to keep me happy, otherwise I can be quite rough.” He glared at her, even though he was smiling on the inside… it was important to make the right first impression. “So, how about it? Do you swear you will be my slave?”

The blonde woman, Estrid, stared up at him. Her eyes were clearly terrified, but not broken… she shook her head ferociously, continuing to tug at his wrist, trying to get his hand off her mouth, trying to scream. Max enjoyed the spirit, but the fear in her eyes… it made his cock hard as stone, and told him that she was nowhere near as strong as she pretended to be. This little half-faerie rich girl slut was his for the taking… it just required a bit of the right leverage.

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” he told her, shaking his head. “But at least I get to have my fun.” He pulled his fingers from her cunt and reached down over the side of the bed, opening the small box he had taken off his belt and bringing up one shining needle. “I’ve been told the sort of effect this will have,” he told her, letting her see the steel needle as he held it up and enjoying the way her struggles intensified. “But you know what they say… seeing is believing.”

And slowly, so that she could appreciate every inch, he drove the needle into her right breast.

Max picked a spot right below the nipple, where her tit was the thickest and the needle had plenty of room to work with. The moment he pushed it against her skin the woman howled into his hand, and only his hand crushing that scream in the crib stopped it from waking the whole damn jungle. On contact the needle seemed to glow, shining enough light that it was like a lantern in the room, clearly illuminating her body for him in the darkness… the better to see her obvious anguish. By the time the needle was halfway in it was noticeably hot and he hurried to embed the rest of it before it burned him. Then he pulled his hand away and watched with curious eyes as the needle caught fire inside of her, making her scream and scream as it burned away, tiny licks of flame rising from the minuscule wound like the jet of a lighter. She screeched and thrashed and jerked and fought him as her tit practically cooked from the inside out, the needle burning away for long, hypnotic minutes as Max watched. She screamed silently into his gagging grip and her hand tried to grab onto the needle… only to flinch away the moment her fingers touched it, unable to get a grip.

It took maybe five minutes for the iron to burn away entirely, and by the time it was finished Estrid wasn’t screaming anymore… just mewling into his hand pathetically. The needle was gone… the wound cauterized shut so completely he couldn’t even tell exactly where it had been besides somewhere in the reddened burn mark that blighted her skin. “It’s funny,” he said calmly. “There’s almost no trace of it left. No injury. No sign of it at all.” He slowly reached down to the box and brought it up and into sight, revealing more than a hundred such needles. “Means I could keep doing this forever. Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer to be my slave?”

Estrid’s eyes were wide as saucers as she stared at the needles. There was no defiance in those eyes now… the kiss of iron inside her had been more than enough to remove that resistance. She nodded her head quickly, almost frantically, her eyes never leaving the box of needles. Max very slowly moved his hand away from her mouth but kept his fingers pressed down over her throat as he did so she was unable to move far and so he was ready to choke off a scream at a moment’s notice. She sucked in a gasp of air, her fingers still lightly smoking on her limp hands. “Yes. Yes, please… don’t use those needles on me… not again. Promise me you won’t, and I promise you I’ll be your slave…”

That wasn’t quite the bargain he had offered her, but Max didn’t mind that. Letting her think she was getting a tiny bit over him wasn’t a problem, not when the end result was just what he wanted. The look of fear in her eyes told Max everything he needed to know… She was truly afraid of him now, but there was something else. That fear turned into a desperation to please, a quest for mercy similar to what he had seen of Selkolla. Her body recognized her helplessness, and was fighting to preserve itself over her dignity or freedom.

Max could tell that she would be a good slut for him. Her nipples hardened on her chest, the soft nubs perked right up to point toward the ceiling. Her breathing became heavier. He nodded his head to the blonde girl and removed his hand from her throat. He reached down, put down the needles, and instead of grabbing the Muspelheim iron collar he grabbed a black leather one, closing it around her neck. The collar had a D ring at the front that allowed the leash to be attached and he pulled that out of the bag next, tugging on it, pulling her head up from the bed. “Good slut.” He complimented her. His lips moved over top of her own, kissing her harshly on the lips.

Estrid seemed to melt into him. The blonde girl, the younger of the two sisters, had clearly never been treated with such ferocity before. Any previous lovers must have always been gentle with her, treating the rich, holy woman like she was a treasure… not a piece of meat the way he did. Her oath, already given, was clearly beginning to trigger what passed for a submissive side in the faerie girl… Her legs spread out on the bed before he thought she even realized she’d done it. Damp dewy droplets of excitement dripped from her pussy onto the bed sheets, her body preparing itself for its master regardless of what her mind said it wanted.

“First rule,” Max whispered against her lips as he continued to kiss her, his right hand moving behind her head to capture her hair. “You don’t make a sound until I say otherwise. Not a single sound, you understand me?” His fingers tugged backward, forcing her head to tilt back. She opened her mouth to let out a little gasp but no sound came with it as her throat was exposed, and Max moved his lips over the soft nape of her neck. He kissed her soft, succulent skin, impossibly supple and smooth and silky beneath his lips. His left hand palmed over her breast, pulling and tugging against her nipple. Estrid, clearly overwhelmed and confused and terrified, didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she rested them against the strong biceps of the man who took possession of her.

There was no denying that this had turned out easier than Max had feared. Despite everything, the guards, her wealth, her followers, the isolation… despite all of it, Estrid was his now. The woman was bending to his every whim and he could do anything he wanted to her, so he had already decided he was going to push his luck even further and ravish her right here on this bed, in the middle of her camp among all her followers and worshipers. His left hand caressed down her stomach and went down between her legs. Two fingers curled between her soft pussy lips, forcing themselves into her damp cunt. “You like that, slut? Your bitch cunt is wet enough to know what it wants. It can’t deny me… and neither can you.” He said it with a slight growl in his throat.

The fae woman trembled when those fingers pressed into her pussy. Her tight pink walls opened easily for him and hugged his fingers. She was already trembling like a leaf and Max hadn’t even fucked her yet. She seemed so sensitive, so needy… he wondered for an instant what the woman took her oath to be his slave to mean. To obey, clearly. To serve, obviously. To submit? It seemed so… she was his to do with as he pleased, putty in his hands. He stroked her needy cunt for a few brief moments, letting her feel pleasure before he pulled his hand away. Tugging on the leash, he backed up and made Estrid follow him along the bed. She had to shift into a crawling position, walking on hands and knees over the mattress.

Once he had her in position Max lifted his hips, pushed his boxer shorts down, and stepped out from them. His cock stood out proudly from his body… already hard and ready to take everything from the half-fae girl. He yanked harder on the chain which made Estrid’s face jerk down into the bed. She didn’t have to be told what he wanted… She knew. Her soft hands rested on his legs and she put her mouth close to his throbbing cock. Wrapping lips around the bulbous head, she licked it tenderly with her tongue.

Max wanted more than that. Both hands gripped her head and he pushed her down firmly. The half-fae choked when that cock went further into her mouth and pressed to the back of her throat. She struggled for a moment before he relented and pulled her head back to leave only the tip inside. “No, no, no hands,” he mocked, a teasing note in his voice. "When I want your hands on my cock I'll tell you," Max promised her as he rubbed his cock against her lips several times before pushing it back into her reluctant mouth. “Clearly an oath of service isn’t sufficient to give you proper skill,” Max said happily as he loomed over her, grinning. Instead of meeting his gaze, however, she closed her eyes as her lips wrapped around his cock… obviously trying to imagine herself in a different situation.

Max wasn’t sure she was even listening to him, so focused as she was on the intrusion in her mouth. As the tip of his cock pushed back past her lips, it was easy to forget his dismal opinion of her skill… her mouth was so soft and warm and welcoming that it was just naturally built for sucking cock, his member blanketed in a warm and wet hole. She slurped unconvincingly as she took more of his cock into her mouth, her eyes locked shut in denial. Max relaxed and reflected on the moment as he loomed over her, looking down at the faerie princess out of humanity’s tales as she licked his cock like a cheap whore. Her hands clutched his thighs to give her purchase as she slobbered up and down the sides of his cock in desperation to please, occasionally licking or sucking on his balls.

"Well, this is nice and all, but you clearly don't have much experience at sucking cock, do you?" Max taunted as he leered down at her. Her eyes snapped open at the interruption, revealing beautiful blue irises; cold, angry, fearful. As her eyes locked on his, he lowered a hand to rest on the back of her head, the other grabbing hers on his thigh. The color drained slowly from her face as she watched his hand descend to her head. "I don't know what kind of blowjobs you've given your soft worshipers but I have a higher standard… and no slave of mine is going to use her hands when her lips will suffice,” he continued condescendingly. "A good facefuck is an exploration of your throat and lung capacity. You’ll have to learn to suck cock like a proper whore if you are going to be my slave… and I think we're going to learn a lot together tonight." Max wrapped his fingers in her hair. “Let me show you how it's done.”

He caught her hair in his fist and held her head, keeping it firmly mounted on his meat spike… looking down at her frightened eyes "Calm there, little one… it's ok. I'm going to teach you how to not suck at this. And if you do well enough, maybe I won't destroy your other holes too much. Think of it like this: either you learn how to properly suck a cock, or you're going to struggle to shit correctly for the next few weeks," he threatened as he kept her head locked in place, eyes locked with his.

Her eyes moistened as she glared up at me, but her gaze fell submissively and her grip relaxed. "Good girl," he growled as he began to slowly piston his hips into her face. Her head recoiled a little as more cock entered her mouth, but she quickly found she had no place to retreat to… he held her head too firmly. As his cock found the back of her mouth, Max kept her head locked in place with one hand on the back of her head, the other on her neck. He slowly tilted her head, allowing his cock to find and make the turn down her gullet. The faerie girl immediately gagged and slapped his hips as she tried to recoil from Max’s strong grip. He didn’t let her, making her struggle for breath as she knelt before him, panting silently around his cock.

"Already doing great, little whore," he said mockingly as he twisted her hair harder. Her resigned eyes didn't even glance up at Max, her mouth limply opening in preparation for the next assault on her tonsils. She learned quickly, Max noted. Proper training for slaves took weeks, sometimes months. He could tell it wouldn’t take that long for her… she was a natural throatfuck doll.

The slaver aimed his cock and slowly guided it into her mouth with his hips while simultaneously pulling her forward towards him, sliding her across the bed. As her center of gravity shifted forward, her hands gripped onto his hips but since she wasn’t resisting Max just ignored them. Holding her up by his hand on her throat and the other in her hair, his cock finally infiltrated her throat as the passage was stretched into a straighter path. He grinned in triumph as the girl beneath him gagged.

This was one of his favorite angles to fuck a woman’s face from… his hands held her straight and easy for him, turning her into a cocksleeve as her body rebelled and tried to vomit him out and only squeezed more on his length. Her knees tried to gain purchase beneath herself as her midriff seized and she fought not to lose control of her stomach, but Max kept her head low and forward enough until his grip was the only thing keeping her from falling over.

And he exploited that grip. Using his legs and arms, muscles bulging and flexing, Max pistoned back and forth into her throat, the tight spasms driving his cock wild. "Glurk, glugrk, glaaak, gluuuUUUURRRGGCCCKKK!" Her body made its first sounds since her oath, unwilling sounds filled by the wet, choking noises as he broke through the tight vacuum of her throat again and again. Her throat responded to each movement by bringing him additional pleasure as he thrust into her fuckhole as far as he could. As thick spit began to coalesce on his cock and tears streamed down her face, Max finally withdrew his whole cock, but even then he kept her head in a firm grip.

She sobbed for air as she tried to catch her breath, looking up at him, pleading. His cock sat just inches away from her face like a threat… looking for all the world like a snake poised to strike again. Estrid knelt beneath him, gasping for breath as she wiped saliva from her face. Her lips were covered with drool and her tears made the prettiest little glistening lines down her cheeks. She looked desperate and he smiled at her. “Honestly, you're doing great for a first-timer. You have a wonderful throat.” She was still trying to draw in enough oxygen as his cock abruptly interrupted her efforts, scraping tightly against her teeth on the way down as he once again lowered her head to straighten her tight passage. Max’s entire body squatted over her form on hands and knees as he plowed his shaft straight through her digestive tract until his balls slapped against her chin. Her body froze momentarily in the position before contorting wildly and he held her there for a few seconds, her tiny hands squeezing his hips, her legs kicking instinctively, ineffectively as she fought for freedom.

Even with all of the struggling, her hands eventually stopped trying to push him away… her legs stopped kicking. She relented to his overpowering cock, letting it fuck her mouth like a cock sleeve. The warmth of her tongue on the underside of his cock made it all the more pleasurable to fuck. Max gripped her hair tighter, letting out a series of grunts with each thrust. His cock slammed into her mouth hard and the first orgasm of the night ripped from his body, his cock head spewing his spunk down her throat into her stomach and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.

Max pulled his cock out of her quickly, spraying some of his jizz all over her face. The white cream dripped from her face and she sputtered a few times, coughing to recover from the rough face fuck. “Now you look like a proper slut,” Max told her as he moved off the bed, walking around it to climb back on behind where Estrid sagged down, coughing into her hand in her desperation to make no noise and keep to her oath.

Max still felt aroused as hell, and if he hurried his cock wasn’t even going to grow any softer. Using his knee to spread her legs apart, the slaver pushed her harder down on her stomach as he prepared to mount her from behind. His hands gripped her narrow waist, pressing her hips down into the bed harshly. The head of his cock lined up with her dripping wet cunt. “Not only does a slave of mine need to know how to suck cock properly, but she also needs to know how to fuck, Estrid. And I like it rough!” He said the last part as he slammed into her without warning. The tip of his cock easily spread through her wet pussy lips and ripped through her tight cunt to bury fully into her in a rush.

Estrid’s mouth dropped open in a scream that made no sounds when his cock entered her… and not all of it was pain, he reckoned. She was soaking wet, her body submitting, and based on the way she arched her back and her toes curled there was a part of her body that badly wanted to do what made him happy, that wanted to be taken rough and hard. He certainly was happy to oblige. It didn’t matter to him if she had never been fucked like this before… this was her role in life now, and he would make her live up to it. Her eyes fluttered closed, her face stained with his cum as she let out another soundless scream that shook her body without making a whisper, a cry for help amid dozens of her followers… and not one of them could hear it to come to help her. Her hands clawed into the cotton bed sheets, tightening them into her grip as her hips wiggled back and forth, obviously attempting to get away from Max, not as obviously trying to grind her clit against something, anything at all.

Unrelenting in the pursuit of his own pleasure, Max kept fucking her rough and hard. His cock slammed into her ready fuckhole, making her cunt his plaything. The rough fucking shook the bed and rattled the poor brain of the fae, and the way the wooden legs of the frame scraped against the floor made more noise than every distress he inflicted on the fae girl. Her body recognized his dominance and couldn’t hold out. The rough treatment had her on edge and she lost control over herself. Her body started shaking, trembling in place and Max felt it when she came on his length, her body reaching peak submission well before her mind did. Her pussy’s wet nectar coated over Max’s cock and drew it further into her, squeezing him.

Max grunted when he felt her orgasm. The tightness of her pussy around his cock and the added wetness allowed him to fuck her harder. This one was lovely indeed. This was a million-dollar cunt, easily… he literally knew hundreds of buyers who would pay that much for Estrid once she was trained. Every motion of her body only enticed him to pound her harder, and he relished the invitation, giving that slutty hole just what it needed.

All told, he didn’t last all that long. Even after he had just finished in her mouth he could only ride her like this for about ten minutes before his cock surged, pulsing inside of her welcoming slit. Warm jets of hot cum flooded into the fae’s pussy, spreading out to stain every inch of her greedy sex. “Now that… is what I’m talking about…” he muttered, complimenting her in his own way.

His seed oozed from her pussy and he drew back from her, letting her settle on the bed shuddering in silent reaction to the sensations and their sudden end. Estrid was helpless. Estrid was his. Max laid back on the bed for a moment, catching his breath, and surprisingly one of her hands held onto his thigh in a way that almost came off as devoted… her body, indeed, knew its place. Too easy… but he couldn’t bring himself to be too upset about it, not when his cock was still tingling with the rewards of her submission. He smiled, thinking. The best time to move her would be about four in the morning, he decided… when the guards would be at their most tired before a new shift arrived, but when it would still be pitch black outside. He would take her to his car, bind her up, and simply wait there until cars began to come and go from this place again. Then his SUV would just be one of many as he took Estrid off to her new life as a well-trained piece of fuckmeat.

Assuming that Selkolla had finished doing her part, that took care of the daughters. Now he merely had to convince an ancient goddess to bend to his whims.

Maybe that would finally be the challenge he was after.

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