Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 62 – Anna usedsteemCreated with Sketch.

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Andromeda


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LA CONCHIGLIA DI VENERE
Hervé Scott Flament (1959, French)
Un baiser entre mille

The steady beat of a gigantic drum silenced the hall. The warriors who were still standing, quickly took their places at a table. Then the voice of a Valkyrie, standing at the head of the hall said “Let the night’s orgy begin. Warriors through all time, followers in the Assier and Vannier gods and goddesses, Odin’s Fallen Worthy, I offer you food, drink, and pleasure slaves for your amusement!”

A horn sounded, heralding the night’s activities to begin. At that moment the cage latches opened at once. The doors swung down, and the slave girls, including Anna, fell into the arms of Viking warriors below.

Anna screamed as she fell. She wasn’t the only one. A rugged-faced Viking caught her in his arms. It was happening all too fast for her.

“You’re a pretty one,” Anna heard him say. Somehow, she was able to understand ancient Norse.

“I, err, let’s talk about this first,” she stammered in her new-found tongue.

But her new skill in languages was no help. She found herself planted on the table to kneel on all fours. There was not much to talk about, not as far as the Vikings around her were concerned. Placed between flagons of ale and platters of roast boar, she became another dish to be consumed.

Hands fondled her from all directions. A Viking entered her from behind holding her firm with both hands on her hips. Another one directed her mouth over his organ. She realized that she was meant to be a pleasure slave all along. And if that was to be her fate, then she would be a slave forever.

Stuffed full at both ends, she had no choice but to comply with these barbarians wishes and give herself over to them. As one finished with her, another took his place. As the night progressed, she was turned over and around countless times and positioned in more ways than she could remember.

She found herself on her back with her legs held apart in firm grips. Three Vikings took her at once and there were many more around her, on all sides. She felt her nipples being caressed by two fevered cocks. She grabbed hold of each and rubbed them against her breasts. As she held them, she stroked each one up and down, slowly at first, then faster, with increasing fury which echoed the building lust within her.

As each of her ravagers spent himself, there was another to take his place. She seldom saw who was using her so wantonly. She soon lost herself in the delirium of body after body using her and one wave of pleasure coming after the next without end.

Anna thought back to the pleasures she, Aida, and Liudmila bestowed upon their master. She was just one of three then, with all their attention being directed upon one man. Now, she was the center of attention. No planning, no scheming, freed to let go of all her concerns and worries. She wondered if the Vikings knew it, or if they even cared how much she was taking, and they giving. But now she had no control, and she realized only now how much control she had over Uri in his bed. In fact, the more girls he called for his night’s pleasure, the more she could subtly direct the scene.

Anna didn’t know exactly when it happened, but as the night wore on, she realized she was no longer being taken by the Fallen Worthy. No, somewhere along the night, the Vikings had their fill of her and the Gods of Asgard took their places. Just as before, she was being taken with a fevered abandon, but something had changed. It was a feeling like the size of members inside her were greater than a galaxy. And still somehow, she was able to take them all. Was she stretched to some cosmic scale? Her body felt the same size and shape as it had before. It had to have been some trick, something akin to an optical illusion. She knew, she felt, as they each pushed in and out of her, that each of them had more power within him than a billion suns. As the unfathomable energy coursed through her body, she worried at first that she would short out like an overloaded fuse. But nothing of the sort happened. The gods guarded her psyche as they took their pleasure. Anna wondered all along which of the Gods was taking her. Was it Thor? Frey? Maybe even Odin?

Then as fast as that impossible cosmic feeling rolled over her, it had ended. She again found herself on that oaken table in Valhalla with one real and corporeal god on top of her. She looked around the hall with her head hanging off the edge of the table, her view upside down. The orgy had spent itself. Many Vikings snored, with elbows propping up their bearded heads. Some sat with wood nymphs on their knees who tried to coax their tired, reluctant organs back to life. Other Vikings watched quietly as Anna and her god made love. Anna looked up to see who was that god. Her eyes focused on the salt and peppered beard and the eye patch.

“Odin!” she gasped. She reached for him. A euphoria filled her as she returned to her senses. And she felt him inside her, gently pushing into her depths and then back out again.


image credit: https://conchigliadivenere.wordpress.com/2017/03/07/herve-scott-flament-1959-french/
LA CONCHIGLIA DI VENERE
Hervé Scott Flament (1959, French)
She

Anna thought back again to that time in her life when she was Uri’s sex slave. It wasn’t such a bad time after all. Before she could get lost in her musings, she felt another orgasm envelop her, the likes of which she had not experienced before. As it crested, she grabbed Odin’s arms and held onto his back with her legs, pulling him into her as far as she could.

“Uri, hold me, I’m coming!” Anna screamed.

Odin pretended not to hear.

Anna realized too late whose name she’d called, and with that, a spell was broken. After she waned, Odin rolled off her. They lay next to each other, she, cradling his head against her breasts. She was working up the courage to say something in apology, but before she could speak the rooster crowed, heralding the end of the night's festivities.

“Come,” Odin said. “I will take you to wash up in one of the hot pools, then I have much to show you.”


… to be continued …

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    This is great @joe.nobel.

    She wondered if the Vikings knew it, or if they even cared how much she was taking, and they giving.

    I particularly like the psychological switch here.
    I know how hard it is to keep getting your novel up. Congrats on making it to Part 62! Can't wait to read more.

    Thank you, Doug,
    I'm glad you like it. I'll be posting more, soon.
    The next posting will be in the cold light of day ... the harsh, cold, light of day. Poor, poor Anna.

    Fantasic as always

    great ^post keep the good work up, greetings

    Always very interesting, Joe.. I saw a masterpiece here and if this story is lifted into movie world, I am sure will get big advantage.

    Now that's a compliment

    Love it. I especially enjoyed this line, very evocative ^_^

    As the unfathomable energy coursed through her body, she worried at first that she would short out like an overloaded fuse.

    Keep it up, Joe <3

    TY, I'll post more as soon as I can. In the middle of a move right now. And I'm off-the-grid.

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