Page 41 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“I apologized—”

“And I accept that apology. I also apologize.” Tyr cupped my cheek, gently this time, which alone made me shiver more than our previous grinding.

“I accept too,” I said.

Tyr trailed his fingers down my neck and chest. He didn’t need two hands to get me panting again, trailing his fingers lower and wrapping them around us both to pump us in time to his renewed grinding.

I felt a twinge in my back from pressing into the stone, unnoticeable until I’d had reprieve. Thor’s belt would have helped with that, but his eyes on us were a worthy distraction from the ache.

He refilled both horns, and then leaned over the hot spring’s edge to pour some from one into my mouth and some from the other into Tyr’s.

I licked my lips of its rich flavor, better than the dwarven ale, and made by Tyr himself, I assumed. “Your eyes on us are like lightning strikes,” I said.

“But you, Oli, are the raging storm. Few would talk about us let alonetous with such lashing of the tongue.”

Did he know what I’d cursed too? What had I said about Thor?

That he had no brains, all brawn.

He was definitely more than that.

Another gulp of ale later, Thor dropped his feet into the hot spring, more to the right than me and Tyr, where the water still hovered by magic. Then he lifted his dress and reached up beneath it to palm his plumping prick.

I had never seen a man stroke himself beneath skirts, his pink head with each pump peeking out from under the fabric. It made my cock jump in Tyr’s grasp.

“I always thought… Loki had to convince you to dress like that,” I said.

“We made a good show of it, but sometimes a man likes being painted up pretty.” He took some of his prerelease and smeared it across his lips. I wondered if that was what had made them shiny to begin with. “Why pretend I don’t enjoy this if I am to embrace the new?” He stood, waded through the water with his skirt hiked, and dropped it when he reached us in the dry space. “I like me as I was in the hall, moving within you. I like me this way too. And while a bride’s place isn’t only on the bottom, I think my place right now should be beneath you, so I might enjoyyouwithinme.”

I hadn’t envisioned how the three of us would be together, but the image of that made me buck up into Tyr’s leisurely strokes.

“Come here, pretty.” Tyr lifted me fully off the ground, and then gently placed me on my knees in front of him, while he stood. “Suck my cock whileThoragets into position.Ifyou wish it, of course,” he added with a smirk.

“I do.” I took Tyr into my mouth, watching out of the corner of my eye as Thor settled onto his back beside us. Eager as I was to know them both, I sucked until Tyr coaxed me to stop.

“Here we are now.” He turned me so I could reposition between Thor’s thighs. The pool of Thor’s dress made a cushion for my knees, and lifting the front of it to his waist gave an unparalleled view. Someone of his mass in such delicate finery with rosy cheeks and shimmering lips was oddly appealing when I didn’t care for feminine partners. Perhaps because he looked so content.

Thor writhed and lifted the front of his skirt higher, tilting his hips back. “Make this bride a wife, my lord,” he said, and though I had to laugh, it wasn’t funny. It was sultry. Sexy.

Stimulating.

I raked my hands up the back of Thor’s thighs, wanting him just as he was, while Tyr drew his hand down the right cheek of my backside and teased his thumb along my crease.

“Loki was right,” I said, much as I wished he wasn’t always on my mind. “You do look ravishing in a dress.”

I kissed him as I tilted him backward and found his entrance with my fingers. He’d been playing with himself before he joined us, because he tasted only of prerelease, not honey, like what women usually glossed their lips with, and his hole was wet and already stretched.

I readied my tip and felt Tyr slide his between my cheeks. Tyr was watching, waiting, planning to enter me just as I entered Thor.

I did, and no amount of fucking or being fucked by gods could compare with two at the same time.

“Ah!” I snapped my hips forward, engulfed by Thor’s heat, and his pretty moan in answer made my gut tighten.

Then the rest of my insides tightened, clenching around Tyr as he impaled me with a snap of his own. It felt so good to be surrounded, to have Tyr moving within me to the same rhythm I began moving within Thor. Every cant of my hips was matched, and every moan I drew from Thor, Tyr drew from me.

We moved like a wave, like a storm at sea, and I rode out the gale like an expert sailor. The heat, the fullness, the completeness was immense, made all the better by Tyr kissing the back of my neck and whispering how good I felt, how good I looked fucking Thor. I shoved my hands up beneath Thor’s skirt and told him the same.

“How beautiful you are, taking me so well.”

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