Juliet
The plug in my bottom felt huge and unwieldy the whole journey back to our lodge. My stride was awkward, and when Jarl and Fenrir took turns carrying me in their arms, I couldn’t help shifting my position every so often. They smirked at me, and I blushed, knowing they could tell exactly what was making me uncomfortable.
My p***y still dripped with arousal and their seed. I’d been claimed thoroughly, fully, and in ways I never thought possible. The Berserkers had promised to master me, and they had.
I was married. The tightness in my chest had eased. I still felt hollow, but it was a good feeling. My insides had been scoured clean. If my heart was a garden, the deep roots of something poisonous had been ripped out, and now there was ample room to grow something new.
I dozed in Fe
