Page 64 of Last Thrall of Asgard

But no. No. I was going to fill both, until Loki was stuffed and dripping my seed, just like I dripped his.

“Oli!” he cried again, as I hastened my thrusts. When I came not long after, he gripped me with a sweeter cry, and his wilted cock sprang to life again.

I wasted no time sliding out of him and pressing myself to his second entrance. But I did not push in. Not yet. I reached inside where I had spilled and gathered some of it to slick up his cock. As I stroked Loki with my release, only then did I push inside his untapped hole.

“Ohhh…”

“Better, is it, having come already? Having beenfuckedby me already?”

“I said don’t be smug.”

I laughed, but then said seriously, “Every god before you, Loki, was but a prelude.”

“Turn me over,” he said. “Flip me to drive in deeper.”

“But I want to see you.”

“Trust me.”

I wondered how many others had heard that from the trickster god, answeringyesonly to be deceived. Still, I didn’t hesitate.

I flipped Loki as asked, reentering him slowly, while taking in more of the room he had brought us to. It matched the kitchen and dining area where we’d feasted, also without an exit, as if he’d conjured each room for a singular purpose and needed no way in or out save when he deemed it time to leave.

But where we faced, with Loki on his elbows and knees, and me upright to drive into him like he’d asked, the wall across from us had a surface so smooth, so polished, I could see us reflected in it.

I could see Loki. All his scars. All his wonderment, cock dangling between his thighs, still hard and ready for his next release.

I reached around to stroke him, faster and faster as I fucked him, so he would come again before I did. And hedid. He came while our eyes were locked, and I held his gaze as I slowed my hips. He had to be a mess of stimulation on the verge of too much. Going slow, so slow, was making his whimpers turn needy. But not so needy that he asked me to stop.

So, I didn’t. I fucked him, watching his face, watchingusthe entire time. When I was finally close again at that unhurried pace, and somehow, somehow Loki’s cock was thickening again, I reached all around him with both arms, not to grasp his cock anew, but to hold him and feel his scars beneath my touch.

“Loki, I—”

I came.

I came and came, so hard, for so long, that I didn’t know how he could milk any more from me. I was a mess of stimulation too, and only holding him made me feel steady.

Why then did he look so sad again in our reflection?

I laid Loki on his back and rolled to lie beside him. I felt coated in sweat and come—but only for a moment before it was dismissed with a wave of his hand.

“Hey, I was hoping to have left my mark on you,” I teased.

“Who’s to say I didn’t keep some of you in me? Or me in you?”

I wriggled to feel it, and there was indeed some of him in me. “Not looking to make more children, I hope.” With the gods, it was possible.

“Not at the moment,” Loki said, propped up on his side with his scarred half aimed at the ceiling.

I reached for his cheek, that scarred cheek, and rolled closer to press my lips to it. Then I kissed his lips with a swipe of my tongue. “Well, trickster god, do you believe it yet?”

“That I am enough?” He asked it so mockingly, I knew he was mimicking my time with Balder.

“So, youwerewatching. Yes, that, but also… do you believe it yet that you deserve to be forgiven?”

Loki nuzzled into my touch on his cheek. “Since I stole Balder’s life, I might as well steal his line.I want to. I do. But if we fuck each other until you get me to say a wholehearted yes, we might be here a while.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

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