Page 42 of Last Thrall of Asgard

Thor rolled upright, squishing me more fully between the two gods, but also pushing me deeper inside him, while pushing my body back to take Tyr deeper in me. Tyr hastened his thrusts, forcing me to hasten mine, and the whines leaving each of us grew louder.

Louder.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Tyr said. “Both of you.”

Thor basked in the praise and lurched up the final space necessary to kiss me. His lips and tongue still tasted like prerelease, and I lapped at it, knowing I tasted of Tyr’s.

I lost myself to the plunge of our tongues and the feel of so much but not yet enough. When Thor moved his kiss to my jawline and down my neck, Tyr turned my head to claim a kiss of his own.

“Ever experience this before, Oli?” Thor asked between suckles.

Tyr circled his tongue along my lips before releasing me to answer.

“Y-you mean… deflowering a bride… while a bridegroom skewers me?” I’d never known two at once in any fashion. Never known one while another watched, other than hungry eyes while a group of us beat off. “No. H-have you?”

“With Loki and Thrym, but I was the middle then.” Then he leaned up over my shoulder to kiss Tyr.

Caught between them, the admittance almost ceased my thrusting, but Tyr’s thrusting into me kept my rhythm.

The stories said that, after recovering Mjolnir, Thor slaughtered the wedding guests, Thrym included, who had wanted Freya for his bride. The point of the ruse was the return of Thor’s hammer and to save Freya from an unwanted marriage.

I suddenly had a very different image of how that adventure ended.

“New experiences… new ways?” I asked, as Thor fell back, a wanton and writhing bride beneath me, with heaving bosom.

“Yes,” he said and slid a hand into the top of his dress to pull out one of his breasts, plump from the binding that hoisted them tight.

I pulled out the other and licked his nipple.

The heat from Tyr suddenly spilling within me brought my own orgasm to the forefront. I was going to come. I wanted to hold it back, to enjoy this for a little longer, just a little longer, before I had tothinkagain and perform. To save another god from himself. Odin finally, most likely.

But as good as Thor felt, as good as Tyr felt, having tenderized my tender hole, one thought plagued me.

How would it feel if one of these partners was Loki?

Tyr pulled out of me with such force, my hips pressed into Thor deeper, pushing my balls against his cheeks. Thor’s lips were reddened from our kisses, his nipples pert, and cock bouncing.

Then I felt something thick press to my come-filled entrance.

“Why only prove half my prowess?” Tyr twisted his stump along my rim. “When we can try both.”

I collapsed partially onto Thor. Tyr wasn’t actually trying to fuck me with his stump, but the pressure of it rubbing against my aching hole, wet as it was from Tyr’s release, made me thrust into Thor faster. I couldn’t deny how good it felt. The pressure.The heat. The texture and warring sensations, until I was so lost in the thrum of it all, I came with a rough and stuttered grunt.

I had never come so hard, I was certain, for it seemed to go on forever, like I might fill Thor full enough to breed him.

Thor took himself in hand again and stroked, speeding his way to the end to join us. When he came and I pulled out, spurting even more of my release to mix with his, he swiped a swirl of it up with his finger and gobbled it down.

Ravenous indeed, the mighty glutton.

With that final release, the water released too, rushing over us to cleanse our mess. I nearly tipped over and succumbed to its heat. Instead, ever so slowly, we disengaged, and each shifted to rest against the hot spring wall, with me in the middle and Thor still in his soaked gown, ever content to stay in it. It seemed he might finally be ready for that nap all his dwarven friends had taken.

“My apologies again… for insulting you both,” I said.

Thor waved a hand, eyes heavy.

“My apologies again too,” Tyr said, “for starting to take you without first knowing if you wanted me to. I was not on the docket. Which offended me, naturally, that Loki would leave me out. But I do hope you enjoyed the detour.”

“I did.”

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