She knew what he had in his hands before she opened her eyes, but for some reason she still looked. The hot pink vibrator looked comical in his hands until he sat on the edge of the bed and reached between her thighs, brushing the rubbery tip between her pussy lips. Her body jerked as he brushed her clit and she bit down on the gag, trying her best to stifle the moan that came on the heels of the electric tension.
“You’re soaking the bed already, dirty girl.” With a brutal shove Neil pushed it inside her, stretching her and sending a tidal wave of agonizing pleasure through her. It was like every nerve ending was amplified by a thousand times. “You know, if you hadn’t fought your family for so long I wouldn’t be so nice. I wouldn’t have brought the potion at all…” He was slowly thrusting it, teasing her, torturing her by keeping it just slow enough to keep the lust a burning, vibrant edge in her mind.
If she could have begged, she would have. Whether for him to stop, or to continue until she came, but since neither could form on her tongue she just moaned and let her hips lift against his hand.
“That’s it, take it like the whore you are.” He was smiling, his eyes glued to her face, and she hated it. Hated him. But her body disagreed, and it blinded her with another wave of mindless desire, gushing wetness between her thighs. With a twist Neil turned the vibrator on and the force of it was like an earthquake, her g-spot waking up and delivering the most powerful orgasm she’d ever felt. Lights flashed behind her eyes as she strained her throat, shouting and moaning into the gag, pulling too hard at the cuffs and the ties. It seemed to go on and on, pleasure crackling through her nerves, forcing her to arch her back off the bed — and then it mercifully started to fade, aftershocks making her shudder and whimper.
Too much. Oh God, too much.
“Enjoying yourself?” Neil slowly removed his pants, watching her closely as he climbed back onto the bed and straddled her hips, his boxer briefs still in place around his hard cock. Not like she could move to struggle now — not like her body even wanted to. Then he picked up the knife again, and she started to beg in incomprehensible vowel sounds.
“Shh, shh. This is going to hurt, but I need to focus. You don’t want me to have to start over. Trust me.” Neil didn’t wait as he pressed the tip of the blade against the skin over her sternum and dragged it in a curve, a blinding pain filled her and she screamed into the gag. The blood welled up in a thin line, but something short-circuited inside her and suddenly the pain was pleasure. Her legs started to shake, her nails driving into her palms as she tried to hold off the orgasm, and then Neil started talking over her pathetic, wordless pleas. “Kyle and I had known each other since middle school. Did I mention that?” Another cut, diagonal to the first. Another incredible slice of pain that didn’t register the way it should. Another desperate cry muffled by the gag. “I had to keep the magic from him, but he didn’t care about my weird family.”
Cut. Scream. Wave of brutal pleasure.
Heather tugged on the cuffs, but Neil grabbed her face and made her look at him. He had the kind of disconnected hate on his face that felt like she wasn’t even a person to him anymore. There was no compassion there, even as she felt a warm trail of her blood slide between her breasts and onto her stomach, her body shuddering as she fought hard against the next crush of forced bliss.
“If you move too much when you come I might make a mistake.” He smiled, clearly enjoying the torment as the damn vibrator buzzed deep inside her. “Two more runes, Heather. Think of it as penance for what you had planned for me tonight. After all, you were going to kill me.” He tilted the knife back and forth in front of her face. “But, it doesn’t matter. You and your bitch family won’t be able to come after me once I’m done.” The blade moved to the left side of her chest, near her shoulder.
She shook her head, pleading against the gag, and then it sank in. Heather tried to swallow the scream, tried to stay still as he cut in smooth, quick motions. Agonizing lines of pain zinged through her nerves like alarm bells. Her body wanted her to run and stay at the same time, the adrenaline dumping into her static body making her heart pound — and then she came again. Part of her mind followed the rushes of pleasure desperate to escape the pain, dulling the sharp cuts and twisting them into need. A need for more to ease the pounding between her thighs. The other, much smaller part of her mind was growing angry. She had been the one to fight against this, she’d been the one telling her family how wrong it was, and this was her reward?
Neil spoke again as her ears buzzed from the apocalyptic aftershocks, her body trembling. “One more, then we can get started.”
‘STARTED?’ Heather screamed the word against the gag, knowing it was mostly gibberish, but Neil only laughed as the blade cut into the other side of her chest.
“Who knows how many friends, brothers, sons, your family has murdered?” He asked, mostly to himself, as she arched hard off the bed.
There were tears on her cheeks, she was crying because the pain was a never ending rush, her body wound tight and confused between the ache and the magic-induced sexual need that had her forming a puddle on the bed as the vibrator tortured her in a totally different way. He had to be done now. Whatever it was, it was done, right? Finally, he lifted the blade away and laid it onto the bed at her side. Blood smearing across her gray sheets and she couldn’t take her eyes off of the red.
“Now they’re all going to know what it feels like to be helpless. Without magic.” Neil reached between her soaked thighs and slid the vibrator free, turning it off before he dropped it to the floor. “Just like you.”
Insane. He was insane.
He has to be done now.
He wasn’t. He stroked her, bottom to top, flicking a single touch over her clit. A warm rush flooded her, drowning her in the spell wrought by the potion, holding her under the waves of pleasure as another orgasm shook her exhausted body. But, there was one small gift, just like he’d promised. She didn’t feel pain at all anymore — the tender ache in her cheeks from his slaps, the sharp stings of the cuts, or her bruised throat and wrists. Nothing. Nothing but delirious pulses of pleasure like someone had pumped her full of dopamine.
“Enjoying it?” Neil asked as if the flush moving over her skin and the torrent of wetness between her thighs wasn’t an answer.
She shook her head, swallowing a gasp as another aftershock made her thighs quake.
“It’s sort of pointless to lie when you’ve made the bed a fucking mess underneath you.” Neil laughed at her and then thrust two fingers inside her sharply. A moan escaped around the gag, and he increased to three fingers on the next thrust, which left her panting. “I just need one more thing from you, Heather.”
Sliding his fingers from her he reached up and pulled the gag free, filling her mouth with the tang of her juices. “I won’t give you anything,” she growled as soon as she was able, easing her jaw closed around the words. Her body was humming, the need inside her was painful to try and ignore. He wasn’t kidding about her soaking the bed, she was so wet she could feel the cool air between her thighs, but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t help this asshole.
“You’ll give me everything before I’m done,” he whispered, and then he placed a kiss on her forehead and moved one knee between her thighs. “I’m going to let the potion break you down, and then I’m going to take everything from you until there’s nothing left.”
“No!” Somewhere she found the strength to jerk at the cuffs again, the dull ache in her wrists such a distant sensation that it didn’t even register. He ignored her completely, his other knee landing to press against her knees and spread her just a little farther than the ties had. “Please, don’t—” her voice cracked as his hips pressed into hers, the thin barrier of his boxer briefs unable to hide the hard cock beneath.
“That’s right, beg me.” He reached between them, freeing his erection and she tilted her head back so she was staring at the bloody mess she’d made of her wrists. When had that happened? “I’ve been wa
iting to do this since I first saw you.”
“Please!” She gasped as he thrust hard, filling her to the hilt in one brutal movement that would have hurt had she not been so impossibly wet. Instead, to her shame, she felt a fresh rush of delirium, threatening her with another orgasm.
“Summon her, Heather. Call out for your bitch of a patron.” The words stunned her enough to hold back the next lightning filled edge, even as he started to move inside her in deep, long strokes.
“You’re insane,” she whimpered, fighting the potion and the pleasure even though it started to hurt.
“I know what I’m doing. Call out to her. Now.” Neil forced her to look at him and she could see the blue fire in his eyes, he was working magic, amplifying the potion thundering in her bloodstream until with the next thrust she came hard. Her thoughts scattered, her mind plummeting into a lightning filled sky that shook her to the core. Then, there was only his voice. “Summon her. Call for her. Do it and you’ll be free.”
Herja.
The name hovered on the tip of her tongue, her throat dry, but she clenched her teeth to swallow it down. “If I call out for her she could fucking kill us, you don’t know what those runes will do, you don’t know what she can do.”
“I know exactly what she’s capable of.” With a sharp thrust Neil suffocated her in the waves of lightning again, trembling aftershocks of her last orgasm holding her down, wearing down her resolve, erasing the bone-deep fear she’d been taught to hold for the powerful Valkyrie. “Call out for her,” he cooed against her ear and she realized she was crying.
Too much pleasure. Too much pain. Her body was hollowed out and somehow still functioning. Her heart still beating behind the cage of her ribs, her hips still lifting in desperation against each vicious thrust.
The last part of her mind that was focusing on something other than the glorious heat coiling between her legs gave up. She was doomed either way, and she didn’t care about the power, the rite, Herja, her family, or the death threat hanging over her. She just wanted it to be over.
She wanted it all to stop.
“HERJA!” she cried out and Neil laughed low as he pushed inside her again, starting to really move. Each thrust driving her further and further toward a black abyss that she welcomed.
“Again.”
“Herja! Come to me! Please, Herja!” Heather moaned as Neil moved his arms under her to grab her shoulders and hold her for each driving thrust.
“That’s it. Fuck...” His thrusts continued, and she was building toward another impossible orgasm. “I can feel it,” he growled as one of his hands slipped to her hip to lift her towards him, the new angle brushing against that bundle of too sensitive nerves inside her that sent her tumbling over the edge into orgasm again.
No.
Black washed over her vision, pinpricked with dots of awareness that seemed like far off stars, and she was happy to stay there — to dissolve into oblivion. But it wasn’t meant to be. As awareness slowly returned, she could smell magic. Neil looked down at her, each movement of his cock strong and powerful and deep, but his eyes were calm blue once again even as they widened.
Then Heather felt it, a sharp surge of electric energy that pulsed out from her chest until every inch of her skin was tingling, then itching, and then it was fire. She screamed, crying out as she felt each line of the runes cut into her skin burn as if they were branding her. Neil cursed as Heather tightened around him, and then she felt his cock kick deep inside her. But she lost all focus. Her veins were filled with molten gold. Every inch of her body was pain on the heels of all that pleasure. An endless sea of agony, and she prayed for death into the nothing. Then, as sudden as it had come, it was gone and she was left sobbing and gasping underneath him.
He hissed between his teeth as he stilled on top of her, both of them coated in sweat in the heat of her apartment, the acrid burn of magic hanging in the air. Neil looked down at her, his blue eyes glowing with magic, and he gently unwound his hand from her hair before cupping her face, his mouth parting like he was about to speak.
“Why did you summon me?” The voice was so loud Heather could feel the vibrations of it. Neil was off her in an instant, standing by the bed as he pulled his boxers into place and tucked himself away. Smears of red, her blood, were across his chest, but she ignored it. Without Neil in her line of sight Heather could see the very tall, very blonde, very busty, armor clad Valkyrie standing in her tiny bedroom. She must have been seven feet tall.
Oh fuck.
Herja. The Herja was in her fucking bedroom. And she was helpless, naked, and tied and handcuffed to her bed.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m really—” Heather started to beg the deity, but Neil cut her off.
“Herja, I’ve released you from your agreement with the Pritchett family.” His voice was strong when it started, but his eyes wandered back to Heather and by the end of it he was wavering. Neil’s eyes were tracing her and he swallowed, opening his mouth like he might speak again. But Herja spoke first.
“Is that what you’ve done?” Herja walked over to the bed, and Heather whimpered, tugging at her restraints as Herja traced a rune on her chest and Heather screamed, shuddering as the pain made the potion tease her once more.
“Yes.” Neil fumbled, pushing his hand through his hair, his eyes flicking to Heather and then back to the Valkyrie, and back to her. “That’s what I wanted to do. That’s what this—”
“Are you sure, mortal?” The Valkyrie looked bored as Heather finally looked down at her body. Blood streaked across her skin in abstract patterns, and she could see the cuts that formed the runes. If she hadn’t been petrified by fear, she might have fainted.
Neil recovered, tearing his eyes away from her, back to Herja. “The Pritchetts were never meant to have magic, this frees you of any agreement you made—”
“I made that agreement for my own reasons, mortal. Esther Pritchett lost her child to foolish men using foolish guns to hunt. They fired their new weapons without skill, missed the deer, and killed her son.” Herja’s eyes were golden fire as she looked across the bed at Neil. Heather wanted nothing more than to disappear into the mattress, even if she was finally hearing the truth of how her family came into power. “I simply provided Esther Pritchett the opportunity to get her revenge, and those three men were sacrificed to me in thanks.”
“But they were never supposed to—”
“It is odd, mortal, that you feel you know better than the Norns. The controllers of destiny.” Herja held out her hand, and the cuffs, the gag, and the cloth binding Heather to the bed disappeared.
She immediately sat up and shoved herself back until she met the headboard, grabbing a pillow to cover herself. Herja held those golden eyes on her as she moved, but didn’t seem angered by it. The itch of need was back between her thighs and Heather chewed her lip, trying to suppress it, trying to push back the heat. A whimper escaped her anyway.
“I would not have been able to make the agreement I made if it was not meant to be. What have you done to this female?”
Both of them were staring at her now, and Heather felt the heat in her cheeks. Too many orgasms and her body was still ready for more, her thighs pressed tight together as a shiver raced through her muscles, her pain once again a distant echo.
“I— I had to stop them. Someone had to pay, they all have to pay for what they’ve done. The Pritchetts, they sacrifice men to you, they’ve killed thousands of men! They killed Kyle! They’re a blight!” Neil was shouting, but his eyes were glued to Heather.
“What have you done to this female?” Herja didn’t raise her voice, but somehow it was more powerful. The weight of it shook her apartment, the candles vibrating on her dresser and desk.
“Someone had to pay, I had to have one of them to make it work.” Neil turned back to her, his fist tight in his hair. “I was so angry, I hate them so much. You have to understand, Kyle was my best friend, and I just lost it — I had to do this. I had to cut t
he runes into her to make it work, I need you to understand I had to do this.” It felt like the last comment was to her, but it didn’t matter to the immortal in the room.
“You cut this female? What else did you do?” Herja was towering over her and Heather couldn’t stop shivering.
“Those runes are fueled by blood, they wouldn’t have worked otherwise. I wouldn’t have just cut her for no reason. And the other — it’s just a potion. It was to make it easier, to make her summon you. It will wear off. It was just supposed to make it easier. I only did this, all of this, to keep them from killing anyone else. Someone had to pay, I just didn’t…” He trailed off, a strange look on his face, but he still wasn’t cowering in fear. “She was going to kill me.”
Herja reached over without warning and touched Heather’s forehead. Light filled her. The kind of light people talk about when they die. It was visible joy. It whited out her vision and left her breathless and gasping, her ears humming like she’d listened to loud music for too long. When Herja pulled her hand back the cuts on Heather’s skin, the blood, the bruises already starting to blossom across her body, the pulsing need — all of it was gone. Every trace of Neil’s actions was gone, and without the blur of lust from the potion there was only panic, and the rage at how he had tricked her, hurt her, used her, and forced her body to play a part in his sick plan.
“This one may or may not have killed you. You will never know.” Herja’s golden eyes turned back to Neil, who just stared at the Valkyrie like she was crazy.
“She marked me with the rune, she took me home with her!” Neil was pointing at Heather accusingly. “I had to strip them of their magic! I had to stop them!”
“Ah. I see. Does it make you happy to know that the spell worked, mortal?” Herja stared hard at Neil, who seemed stunned for a moment.
“The Pritchetts don’t have magic anymore?”
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