Page 40 of Last Thrall of Asgard

“We will?”

Was Loki going to watch without hiding for once?

Or was he going to truly join us?

Tyr settled between my legs and hoisted me closer to grind our cocks together. The slickness of doing so in water, and the heat rising up around us, made me feverish.

New footsteps approached, and I felt excitement again. Anticipation. Desire, spanning beyond the hot spring and the strong hand beneath my back holding me upright to hump my cock to hardness. As Tyr continued to kiss and suck my throat, I kept my eyes on the door.

And witnessed the appearance of a prominently bearded woman with kohled eyes, rosy cheeks, and shimmering lips.

Not Loki, but the imp hadn’t been wrong that Thor looked ravishing like this.

I didn’t know if he wore the same dress he’d used during his and Loki’s ruse against the Jotun, but it was one fit for a bride. Long and layered, the fabric was a soft cream color that contrasted his tan skin, with ruffles and stitching in teal to match his eyes. Cords dyed a burnt orange similar to his hair cinched his waist and wove around what was an amply hoisted bosom, not too difficult to create given the meatiness of his chest. His muscles bulged beneath the long sleeves, and though he hadn’t bothered to cover his face or beard with a veil, he did wear one, swept back, hanging over his hair from an intricately woven crown of branches and flowers with blooms in creamy white.

“Started without me, did you?” he asked, raising his voice to a feminine pitch.

“You had him already,” Tyr said.

Thor laughed and downed a horn of ale. He carried two. “To new experiences!” he toasted and downed the contents of the other one.

He watched us, even as he went to the ale vat to refill.

“I need a better view than in water, don’t I?” he complained and, with a wave of his hand, commanded the water to part,hovering it to either side of our bodies, like a sandbank between two ponds.

Tyr hefted me higher and tilted us in better view of Thor. I’d had the mighty god inside me already, but this made my heart race even more. Thor drank slower from his ale horn while he watched us, and I submitted to Tyr’s hold. To his friction. To our audience.

Did Loki know? Did he care? By Tyr’s admission, he didn’t need me, yet I was being taken by the god all the same.

“Hey.” Thor dropped one of the horns and seized Tyr’s top fringe, yanking him off of me. “I don’t like that expression on him. Did you ask first or have him ask for you?”

“What—”

“Did you?”

Tyr struggled, while I shivered from the lack of body heat or water upon me. “He has bedded how many at Loki’s command—”

“Did you?”

Tyr gritted his teeth. “No.”

It was clear who was stronger by how Thor shook Tyr by that hold. He turned his kohled eye on me. “Do you want this brute? Or shall I drag him out by his roots?”

“I assumed—” Tyr tried, but Thor hushed him with another shake.

I had never been rescued from a fuck before. It wasn’t my place to be asked, to even think of saying no or stop, but that was what Thor offered as he held Tyr away from me.

Ihadbeen enjoying it, surprised as I’d been by Tyr and the appearance of Thor the bride. There was no Loki. Maybe not even watching. And I didn’t want to be left in the cold.

“I would know if you mean only to watch,dear lady,” I said, “or join us.”

Thor chuckled and returned to his feminine lilt. “Would you prefer both, my lord, or me alone again? I can be a very dutiful bride.”

Who else remained after this other than Odin? If my time with the gods was to end soon, I might as well enjoy myself. And having Tyr and Thor together might ease my wounded pride. “I would let the great god Tyr prove his prowess like he wanted and have thegoddessof thunder join us.”

Thor released Tyr, and Tyr reached back to swat at him. Thor laughed and retrieved his dropped horn.

“Iama brute,” Tyr said as he returned to me. “But no offense meant. I should have made certain of your desires, even if you did mock me first.”

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