Viking Slave: Knotting His Thrall (The Beast King's Slave Book 3)

Stuck in a frozen wilderness, Beast King Thorgrim and his Second in Command, Edgar, have little to do except each other and Thorgrim's new slave, Atli. The cold necessitates Thorgrim staying half-way between human and dog, needing his warm fur coat even in the depths of passion.

All three men have secrets, and it would not, should not matter--except that the secrets they're keeping could cause a war.

Warning: The third installment in the Beast King's Slave series, this 15000 word story contains scenes of knotting, penis sheath fucking, cum-play, cum inflation, extreme penetration, size kink, M/M/M threesomes and enormous cocks. It is only for adults.

This story is also published as a part of the Viking Slave Collection 1: Taming the Thrall bundle.


Excerpt:
"Are you ready?" Thorgrim asked, his tongue flicking along Atli's neck, too-long teeth nibbling.

"Do I have a choice?" Atli asked, his words muffled by Edgar's skin. He impaled himself to the hilt on Thorgrim's cock when Thorgrim hesitated, curling his fingers against the wet, melting ice.

A thoughtful silence met him, lasting almost too long before Thorgrim answered, "No. You don't." He sank his teeth into Atli's shoulder, bent almost in two to reach, jaws tightening until Atli worried that the skin would be pierced, hoped that he would be marked.

The first jet of cum was the hottest, washing deep inside Atli and warming him from the inside out. Thorgrim was so much warmer than Edgar had been, so much larger. Thorgrim's knot throbbed as it began to expand inside him, locking their bodies together. "Then yes," Atli hissed, his cock aching to be touched.

Edgar laughed, lowly, and his free hand came down to circle Atli's cock. His palm was hot, slick with cum, and a tight hole to fuck if Atli could manage to move. "Stuck, are you?" he asked, tweaking Atli's nipple again.

Atli groaned in frustration, trembling as he withstood the urge to beg. A wet and liquid heat spread inside him with every pulse of Thorgrim's seed, filling him as thoroughly as his cock did. It contrasted sharply with the cold drafts that rose off of Edgar, the licks of ice that made his skin prickle.

Thorgrim was twice the size of Edgar, his knot so big that Atli felt like he was going to rip in half, and he was still growing. Atli couldn't get free even if he tried, the ball at the base of Thorgrim's cock too big to fit through the far tighter ring of muscle at Atli's entrance.

His belly was full, Thorgrim's knot, the length of his cock, the cum pouring into his gut all combining to make him strangely bloated. Atli squirmed, cramps racing through his stomach, strain forcing his body to protest, to bear down and try to force out the intruder, but that did nothing but make Thorgrim growl into his ear.