Page 37 of Loki's Enemy Mate

“I need you,” I grunted, pulling away from him just long enough to speak. “I need you so fucking bad, Heimdall.”

“I need you too,” he replied, a smile spreading over his face. He reached up, running his fingers through my long dark hair. “More than I can say.”

“I want…” I began. “I want you to fuck me.”

There was a flare of excitement in his expression that made my heart leap. But it was quickly replaced by concern.

“Are you asking me tomatewith you?”

“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “Not yet. But… I really want tofeelyou.”

Heimdall pulled my close, his fingers still woven in my hair. “I don’t want to kill the mood, but we’re both filthy and exhausted.”

I glanced down at my body and his between my legs. He was right. We were both smeared with dirt and cave slime, covered in scratches, and there was blood still caked in my hair from where I’d hit my head. Filthy didn’t cut it. We were both a fuckingmess.

“Just hand stuff then?” I asked, unable to stop myself from grinning.

“For now.” He grabbed me by the jaw and forced his lips to mine, his tongue filling my mouth with his passion. “But I promise to fuck you good and long when the time comes, okay?”

Those words took my breath away. All I could do was nod as my cock gave a heavy twitch against his belly. He just smiled, kissing me again as his free hand trailed lower. I gasped against his tongue as his fingers trailed over my cock, caressing it like he was practiced in such things.

“Fuck…” I whimpered.

“I’ve got an idea.”

He didn’t explain as he lifted me from his waist and sat me down between his legs. Grabbing me by the hips, he pulled me close so that his thick muscular legs were wrapped around my waist. He laid back on the ground, one arm behind his head to prop himself up. Meanwhile the other snaked between us, grabbing both his and my cock at the same time. He gave them a squeeze, milking a generous amount of pre-cum from us both.

“God your dick feels good against mine,” he said, stroking us with his thick, calloused hand. “How can something so simple feel so fucking good?”

“I… I don’t know,” I moaned, breathless with delight.

My hips rocked of their own accord, grinding the sensitive underside of my crown against Heimdall’s. It was an odd sensation to have him laid out in front of me, like I was the one fucking him. But I loved it. I already knew I loved the idea of this giant Alpha werewolf having his way with me. However, flipping the roles was just as appealing, but in a totally different way. I loved the way his body felt against mine and how his legs wrapped around my waist as I rocked back and forth. I could imagine all the cute noises he’d make as I fucked his tight virgin hole. The thought of it had me leaking pre-cum all over his cock in a matter of seconds.

Heimdall let go of our cocks just for a moment, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking the pre-cum from them greedily. His eyes widened before he moaned in pleasure, quickly going back to stroking us both. I reached down, wrapping my hands around his thighs and fucked his fist, grinding our cocks together. The simple movement created enough friction that I could already feel the waves of pleasure rushing through my body. I was breathless with delight as my balls gently slapped against his own. That thick cock of his was warm, pulsing, and driving me absolutely wild. Not to mention the amount of pheromones that filled the small shed was almost overwhelming.

Alternating his grip between soft and hard, Heimdall had me practically begging for more as I fucked his fist. I could feel the tension in his thighs as he squeezed me, letting me know that I was doing a good job. Pride bloomed in my chest, unfurling to consume my entire being. I wanted him to cum because of me, togive him that orgasm he so desperately craved. And I wanted to cover him in my own seed, marking him as my own.

“F-Fuck,” he stammered, his breath staccato as he stared up at me. “I’m not gonna last.”

“Me either,” I growled back, fucking his hand and cock harder. “Cum for me!”

I’m not sure if it was an order or a plea, but Heimdall doubled his efforts the moment the words left my mouth. His grip tightened and he swirled his fingers against our crowns, finding the most sensitive spots. I let out a groan, hips bucking in response to his movements. His body tensed below me within seconds, and I felt a familiar tingle start filling the entire lower half of my torso.

Heimdall’s voice built from a low moan in his throat to a gasping cry until he finally came, filling his fist with hot sticky seed. The sounds, heat, and scent of his cum mixed together, filling my senses and pushing me over the edge. With a deep growl, I added my own to the mix, striping his chest with long ropes of cum.

All at once, the tension let out of us both and I sat back on my heels, my cock trailing cum down his balls before it came to rest against his ass. His legs relaxed to either side of me and we both sat there, panting like we’d just run a mile through the hills. I had to close my eyes for a moment just to keep myself from passing out. The release that came from being with him was more intense than any I’d ever experienced. And considering he was practically laid out on the floor, it seemed he was feeling the same.

“Fuck,” I sighed a few seconds later, still trying to catch my breath. “That might’ve been the best fucking handjob I’ve ever had.”

“Same,” Heimdall huffed back. “I… I’m not sure I’ll survive fucking you. That might kill me.”

I laughed. “You’re not the one that has to take this fucking baseball bat sized cock. I’ll be lucky if I can walk afterwards.”

“You’re no slouch yourself,” Heimdall replied. “When you fuck me, I’m gonna be sore for a week.”

My cock gave a heavy twitch, bumping against his ass.

“Oh?” he grinned. “I take it you like that idea.”

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