The men pleasured and fucked me into the day. We napped, they woke me with a mouth on my cunny, and did it again. They made me proclaim I was their mate before giving me my climax, every time. They told me I was beautiful, and that they’d treasure me forever.

It would be so, so easy to believe them, to forget the past and what I was, and to let myself go. Let myself be theirs. But soon we would have to leave this strange place between the worlds, this sacred space, and return to the world we knew.

“What will it be like, when we are back with the pack?” I asked one rainy day. A stew bubbled on the fire, and Thorbjorn and Rolf sat honing their weapons. I paced back and forth from the fire to the door, staring at the flames and the rain and itching for something to do.

“We have a lodge we built for you, before we left to raid the abbey,” Thorbjorn said.

I stopped, arms crossed over my chest. “But you did not know me then.”

“We had faith that we would find our mate.”

Frowning, I turned away. The rain beat down on the brown yard in front of the porch, rivulets washing the mud away. How would Rolf and Thorbjorn feel when we returned, and they saw their choice of brides? Would they still want me, a sullied woman who’d whored her body to survive?

If I was stronger, I’d slip away into the forest, and leave the warriors to find someone better to take to their bed.

“Sage,” Thorbjorn called. He’d put down his weapons and sharpening stone. “Are you so restless that you’d run out in the rain?”

“I can find something for her to do,” Rolf grinned.

Thorbjorn shook his head slightly. “Today she is to rest.”

“I can do it.” I perked up. My thoughts went away when I was on my back or on my knees, accepting the strong warriors into my body. Nothing mattered except the orders they gave.

“We do not wish to wear you out. You are still recovering.”

In answer, I drew off my shift and dropped it to the floor. My blood hummed faster, my cunny slickening in readiness.

Rolf raised his head, scenting me, his eyes gold.

“I said ‘no’.” Thorbjorn glowered. “Perhaps you need a reminder of who makes the rules.”

“Yes, spank her,” Rolf laughed. “If she begs for us after, it’ll prove her endurance.”

I licked my lips.

“Very well,” Thorbjorn shifted in his chair, the long bar of his erection straining against his breeches. “We have something to keep you in mind of your owners at all times. Come to all fours, sweetling.” He gestured to the floor.

“Oh no,” I said. “Whenever I am on all fours you play with my bottom.”

“Do you deny me, sweetling?” Thorbjorn stood and stalked forward with a wicked smile. He pushed close and grabbed a handful of my left buttock, squeezing. I stifled a happy moan.

“This belongs to us. It is one of my favorite toys. Besides, you enjoy when we play with it. Do not deny it.”

He grabbed me and wrestled me down. I found myself bent over the bed, wrists tied to the far side.

“What are you doing?” I looked back in time to see Thorbjorn smack my right buttock.

“Seems our little one needs a reminder who’s in charge. And since you’ve already had several cleanses, we will find another way to punish you.”

He slapped my bottom until I yelped. His fingers checked my pussy, sliding around in my juices. I moaned, humiliated.

“So excited. This is how we know you belong to us. You are excited by our touch, even punishment.”

I wriggled my bottom to reduce the ache. “I don’t like it.”

“I think you do.” He played with me, making me dance up onto my toes. “Now.”

Oil poured into my crack. I pressed my face down to the bed, waiting for the stretching and probing to begin. He slid one finger in, but then replaced it with something cool and smooth.

“What is that?” I craned my head and he held up the long smooth rock. “This will fill you, and keep you ready for us. One day we will claim your arse.”

He pumped the smooth stone back and forth out of my bottom hole, stretching and filling me with strange sensation. Little tendrils of pleasure curled through me, arousal mixing with the deep embarrassment.

“This is wrong,” I told the bed.

“It is what your mates desire.” He pressed the plug in further. With a final slap to my bottom, he untied me and bid me rise.

“That’s it?” I started to reach back to take out the plug and he caught my wrist. “You’re leaving this in me all day?”

“All day and all night if we must.”

Rolf laughed at my horrified expression. “Do not tell me you do not like this. I can smell your enjoyment from here.”

Sure enough, my nipples were hard pebbles. I pressed my legs together, trying to hold in the rapidly growing wetness between my folds.

“You can sit with me,” Thorbjorn said, seating himself again. But when my bottom touched his hard knee, the plug seated more firmly inside me, stimulating me all over again. I jerked back up.

“No,” I said, heat flooding my cheeks.

“What’s wrong, Sage?” he asked, while Rolf chuckled.

“It fills me.” My bottom clenched around the hard, unwielding stone.

“No touching.” Thorbjorn grabbed my hands again. “Or I will tie you and make you sit on the hard stool until dinner.”

I tried to sit again, and whimpered.

“Here, sweet one,” Thorbjorn guided me to a pelt on the floor. “Sit however is comfortable.”

I folded my legs and propped myself on my hip. The position still made my bottom clench around the plug, a long, hard reminder of these men’s ownership of me. I leaned into Thorbjorn with a moan. He ruffled my hair before picking up his sharpening stone.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Don’t think, Sage. Just be.”

The rain fell until the night, but my thoughts were quiet. Whenever worry started to overtake me, the hard length in my bottom reminded me of how these men so easily overpowered me, protected me, put me on my knees.

When the ache grew too much, I wrapped myself around Thorbjorn’s leg. My fingers found his cock, a long, hard ridge under the leather breeches. I brushed the length, teasing, watching it grow.

“Sage,” he rumbled in warning.

I licked my lips. “I can please you.” I told him.

“I know you can little one. But I want to be sure you are ready. One day, we will have you beg.”

“Please, I am begging now.”

“Come here, Sage.” Rolf set aside his axe and beckoned. I crawled happily to him.

“Little one,” he greeted me with a smile. “Here. You may suckle me.” I knelt before him on a pelt.

“Go slowly,” he ordered me. “Be gentle. Lick me here,” he cupped his balls. “Until I say otherwise.”

Eyes heavy, mouth soft, I obeyed, lapping at his salty flesh as he stroked my hair. I could pleasure him like that for hours, if he wanted.

At last he came, spurting into my mouth.

“Sweet one,” he said, and I treasured the look in his eye. I could pretend I was beautiful, wanted and precious. Pure.

“Sage, here,” Thorbjorn signaled to me. I moved to him, content crawling on my hands and knees. We kept the floor clean, and I liked how small I felt down there, low and protected. I didn’t need to stand and defend myself, or posture with tense arms and shoulders, ready to dodge a blow. My mates would protect me.

I pleasured Thorbjorn until my mouth ached. He gave me breaks, sending me crawling for a tank of mead and then a few horns. I retrieved them one by one, holding them in my mouth.

“Good girl,” he said, and pleasure thrummed through me. He wound his fingers into my hair, and drew my mouth onto his cock. I kept my body loose and relaxed, letting him guide me. I felt small and safe down on the floor, serving as they drank their mead and talked of battles they fought and won long ago. I could curl up at their feet and not fear.

“You suck well,” he told me. “Come up to my lap.”

He had me lie across his knees to remove the plug first, then sit up so he could feed me. When we were done, I rubbed my nipples against his chest, and watched his gaze intensify. His hand cupped my bottom, rubbing bare skin under the little dress. His fingers quickly found my crevice, kept clean and shaved from his thorough ministrations, and teased my back hole. Constant stimulation made me sensitive there, and pleasure rolled through me just as if he touched my cunt.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“What does my sweet one want?”

“I want this.” I touched his cock, the hard line jutting along his leg.

“Then to your knees and beg for it.”

I slid down, pussy wet, and planted little kisses along his inner leg, nudging aside his loin cloth to nuzzle the flared head. A sharp inhale told me how much he wanted me.

He nodded permission, and I scooted closer, rolling the turgid shaft between my small hands.

“Up,” he tugged my hair. I rose. Leaning against him, I spread my legs to slide down on his ready pole.

Rolf came and bent over me, filling my back hole with his fingers, keeping me stretched. I writhed on Thorbjorn’s cock, full to bursting with stimulation.

It was too much, and I flopped onto Thorbjorn’s chest, climaxing. The men took me to bed.

The storm raged for days, but I lost all sense of time. The men plugged me every morning, and fucked me senseless every night. We were in our perfect space. A world of our own, without care.

* * *

But we could not stay there forever. The rains blew away, and left only the storm. A wild wind blew through the forest, carrying a sharp, acidic scent. Beyond the trees the sky was mottled with purple and grey clouds. Thunder rumbled in the distance, into the night.

“There is magic out there,” Rolf said. He paced back and forth on the porch, and would not leave to hunt. At night, he slept as a wolf, and woke us with his whimpers. I tried to go to him, but Thorbjorn stopped me.

“We must have care. He dreams of the time the witch had him. He is not here with us.”

The next day the storm was worse. The warriors did not allow me outside, and did not go out themselves. We were almost out of food. I fell asleep, knowing we would soon leave.

Thorbjorn shook me awake. “Come, little one.”

He led me through the forest. It was night but flashes of lightning lit our way. Rolf darted through the trees ahead of us.

“Not far now.” Thorbjorn picked me up and bent almost double to run through a tunnel. The place smelled earthy and close. I tightened my grip around his neck, wishing I was strong enough to run with him, holding one of the axes. We burst from the wood, a great mist hung over the land, almost obscuring a full moon.

“We’ve returned.” Relief weighted Thorbjorn’s voice. “The moon is still full. Not a day has past.”

“Either that, or a whole age,” Rolf said drily. He rose from a crouch where he’d been waiting in man form. It’d been a few days since I’d seen him.

“No, the air smells the same,” Thorbjorn set me down and I ran to Rolf.

“You’re back.”

“Yes.” He drew me close. The lines around his mouth and eyes looked deeper, but he looked as relieved as I felt.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Now, we go home.”