Page 36 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“I’ve heard!” I pushed my own chair back. “But I would rather know. I would rather experience. No story could be as impressive as a demonstration.”

Thor seized me by the waist, hoisted me onto the table as if I weighed no more than a babe, and spread me out upon it like his next course. This was more like it. “Then know you shall. Likehow I fucked after every victory whichever willing partner was nearest, from fellow warriors to my zestful bride after securing her new hair when Loki cut it.”

I would have groaned at the start of yetanotherstory if that didn’t give me pause.

Sif. Thor was married. Many of the gods were, but Sif was one of the most well-known spouses, with no indication that she might have left Thor like Freyr’s wife had.

“Worry not of my wife’s wrath!” Thor boomed. “We are neither jealous of each other’s bedmates. We are each of such powerful appetite that we are free to feast as we desire.” He gripped the front of my tunic and tore it from my body like I’d had Heimdall tear his in two, only Thor tore mine from me completely and tossed it away like scraps.

Loki could reform it. Probably.

Jealous wives hadn’t occurred to me, but I pushed such thoughts from my mind, as Thor plucked my boots off and tore my trousers and undergarments into tatters too. My cock bobbed with excitement. How it wasn’t completely spent yet, I took as more godly magic.

Thor ran his rough, powerful, mammoth hands over my skin before parting my legs to take in my prick. He nodded with a lick of his lips. Then he removed his belt. Like his bracers and iron gloves, the center of the belt bore a depiction of Mjolnir, and the leather straps were attached to its base, dangling as he held it aloft. But rather than drop the belt, he clasped it around me.

It tightened on its own to fit me, and a surge of lightning filled my veins, making me gasp from the exhilaration, feeling stronger than I had ever known. The wonderment of the sensation made me moan once I had caught my breath, and my cock bobbed higher from out of its skirt.

“You will need this to withstand me,” Thor rumbled, “or I am likely to break you, mortal.”

“Oli,” I corrected. What felt like hours had passed with him telling me stories, and he had never asked my name, nor had I had much chance to tell him.

“How about I call you dessert?” He clambered atop me and kissed me, tasting both savory and sweet with a boldly probing tongue. After humping my naked cock for several moments, causing it to rub against the leather it bobbed between, he finally tore his undergarments away too.

Verynear in size to Freyr.

I squirmed in want of him, but it wasn’t me that Thor reached for next.

He grabbed his ale.

“You’re in need of dessert too, aren’t you,Oli?” Rising up on his knees and holding his mug between them, Thor dipped his cock into it. Then he set the mug aside, dripping ale onto me as he climbed my body until his tip reached my lips. “Do you know the first time my cock tasted ale?”

More stories? I couldn’t groan, for my mouth was soon made full, yet the taste from the ale was nearly soured by how he wouldn’tshut up.

“And then—”

I sucked harder, bobbing up to match his eager thrusts down.

Thor moaned but only enough to hitch his voice and stumble his words before he started again. I tried to focus on his cock, on how he rocked harder and faster to meet my swallowing. He could have broken my neck with how brutally he began to fuck my face, but I worried not with his belt emboldening me.

It was thrilling to be so strong, able to handle so much, knowing that taking his prick down my throat was but a foretaste of what came next.

It would have been better if he wasn’t still talking.

“Nowthatwas a feast! An even better feast…” he rambled into another tale, pulling his cock from my lips. They felt positivelybruised, but the belt seemed to heal me as well, until the ache was but a tingle.

Thor shifted down my body, took up his mug, and this time, poured some into my mouth. It dribbled down my chin and neck as I lapped at it, with Thor’s tongue following its spill up my throat. The surge of strength from the belt almost had me sober, so I welcomed the drink to feel its buzz again—and to better tune Thor out.

“Do you know who makes the best honey?” Thor picked up a jar with a spoon he used to dribble the sticky sweetness onto my nipples. “They made it to honor me after—”

The elves! It was the elves! You already told me!

I forgave him the moment he lapped the honey up like he had the ale.

If he wielded Mjolnir as adeptly as he wielded that tongue, it was no wonder he had so many stories. I almost begged for his cock to see howthathammer fared, when he started to move his tongue lower.

From my nipples, Thor descended, down, down, with a lick at my navel, a kiss and tonguing of my leaking slit, and then, having hoisted my hips to bring them parallel to how he knelt, he laved over my sac.

And jammed his tongue inside me with an upward lick.

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