Page 62 of Last Thrall of Asgard

Did I mean it? Did I want Loki for more than a night?

“Well? What do you think of the god of monsters?” He licked my tip, and then tilted my hips down and took my hand to bring it to his cock again. It was larger like the rest of him in this form, with a noticeably thicker knot partway down the shaft.

That was new.

Loki’s tunic was in shreds, lost, and what remained of his trousers disintegrated to join those tatters. He rocked me back again and moved my hand on him, as if I were the one pulling him to me. So, I kept hold of his thickness and brought it to my entrance.

Loki slid from my grasp, rolled me back further, and plunged in his tongue where I’d expected his cock. His claws dug into my hips like they might puncture me and draw blood, but theyweren’t nearly so unforgiving, and I would have welcomed any scratches or grooves left behind.

“Monster… is subjective,” I groaned.

“Yes?” he asked between thrusts of his tongue, “Do you like coming undone? Begging to release, while driven toward madness?”

Those were Thorsten’s words. Spoken to throw me? To hurt me? I hated that I’d thought I did like it with Thorsten, but what would make me like it… well. "Yes… but only with you.”

Loki pulled up, tongue slithering out of me. Even with the gray to his skin and fur in places, his scars were there. I didn’t shy from touching them. Not now. Not ever. Not the ones on his face, or down his side where they gave way to the thickest of his fur. His red hair contrasted this form so beautifully.

“Only with you,” I said again, and as Loki loomed over me, he pressed his tip to where he’d wetted me and began to push.

I’d had mammoth-sized Freyr, Yggdrasil’s branches, and the whole of the Wild Hunt with me—potentially. Father of Fenrir with a wolf’s dick was a fitting climax.

Once his head was in, Loki pushed in deeper until the next resistance. His knot. Meaning this was the halfway point, and already, I felt full. Filled. But if his knot matched or even exceeded the full girth of Freyr, I knew I could take it.

I wrapped my legs up around Loki’s waist and tugged him closer. The knot popped in, and my mind emptied. The moan that left me became more wrecked the deeper he slid. Loki began to rock once he was seated, faster and faster like a rutting beast, and I remained limp, allowing him full hold over my body.

It was rough and raw and feral, because all foreplay had been the leadup. Our banter. Our fights. Our denial. No longer. But because there had been so much leading up to this, it was over far too soon.

Loki growled, having rut enough that he spilled, but I hadn’t come with him.

He didn’t touch my cock. Or move, not even to pull free and let his seed dribble out of me. Instead, he pulsed within me larger, stretching my insides wider.

“Fuck.”

“Indeed. I could stay like this for a good long while,” he said, and licked the rim of my ear.

I squirmed, realizing I had more freedom to move. What had remained of my clothing was finally gone, no longer locking my shoulders or ankles. “So could I.”

“Tempting as that sounds,” he rumbled, “now it is time for you to fuck me.”

Yes.

“Shall I stay in this form?”

Ye—

Well.

Our eyes met—mine heavy-lidded and Loki’s aglow. I liked that glow. I liked his knot, thick and snug inside me, keeping his seed in me. But if I was to fuck Loki next, this was not what I wanted.

“Fun as that was—and itwas—what I’d like, if I am to return the favor that you granted me, is the real Loki.” I touched his scars again. I always would. “You as you truly are. Because this isn’t it, is it?”

Loki pulsed within me like a challenge, but I’d been trained on a device designed to grow. I could handle his knot. “What if the real me is a full wolf?” he threatened.

“If it is, I’ll accept it, no matter the truth.”

I didn’t understand the sadness that returned to him. It seemed he’d chosen to be a beast to protect himself from me seeing or knowing the real him. Why? But before I could ask, he started to shift.

Not larger. No. His fur and fangs fell away to just beautiful, slight, scarred Loki. The knot deflated with him, and he pulled from me with ease, though his release stayed in me. He took my hand and dragged it down, down, to wrap my fingers around his cock like in the beginning, sticky from release but still plump.

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