Page 68 of Last Thrall of Asgard

He was still a menace.

“I have apologized and explained repeatedly—”

“And I have forgiven you. But I’m still not done punishing you for it.” He let my cock tip drag along his stomach as he crawled up my body.

We took our time most mornings. I didn’t need sleep and didn’t always sleep the whole night, but I was always beside Oli come morning, and we brought each other to rapture sometimes more than once to meet the day. I think he still doubted at times that the tasks ahead were for our homestead, our sakes, on our terms, and only if we wished to do them. All his life before now had been at the mercy of another.

But with me, in our bed, our home, he was truly, finally, free.

And so was I.

“Oli!” I squirmed, hips wriggling to get closer to him. He continued his licks and nips and deep kisses up my neck. I tried to turn my head to capture his mouth, but he held out of reach. “Oli.”

“Do you know the most difficult part about being your partner?” he teased with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Everything?” I teased back.

“Yes, but that there are so many options for how to fuck you or be fucked.” He started with a shallow canting of his cock between my nether lips.

“Yes… so difficult.” I rocked up into him.

Oli moved his tip lower on its next slide out of me and let it breach my tighter hole instead.

“Yes.”

“However…” He slid it out again. “I thought of something new we might try.”

“Do tell,” I panted.

He shifted higher up my body, letting me drag along his entrance now, even pushed down for most of my cockhead to enter him. Then he slid back into my lap and took our cocks inhand. He stroked us, urging our foreskins down, and coaxed me to sit up. Oli held me in his lap, as he touched our tips.

Slowly, he worked my foreskin over us, wrapping it around us like cloth swaddling a dagger. Next came his, suctioning over mine. It was one way we could feel as if we both were within the other, and I rocked into that encasement. The moisture already built between us, and our overlapping skin fastened us tight.

“Ohhh… I don’t mind this at all,” I said, clutching Oli’s back.

“I have more in mind.”

Hooking his ankles around my hips, Oli tipped us backward. We rolled until I was on top, grinding him into the bed. He reached around behind me, a bit of a stretch like this, but he managed. Two fingers found one entrance and two found the other, fucking into me with his thumb as their anchor.

“Oli!” I rocked against him harder, with suction one way and penetration the other. I was a rutting wolf, even without the fur or fangs, and Oli watched me like he loved that desperation. My need to come. My need for him.

His need for me.

I’d show him.

“Loki!” Oli yelped, as I prodded his entrance with a long and dexterous tail. “That better not be a snake head.”

There was an idea.

Without fangs obviously!

For now, I opened Oli with swift thrusts, using a non-fanged, non-furred tail like that of a literal imp.

His fingers in me faltered from the added pleasure, but his resolve to make me come first seemed to renew. Harder, faster, Oli fucked my holes with his fingers and thrust up into our prison of foreskin until I cursed.

“Godsdamn it,Oli!”

I came, and that spillage within our cocoon of flesh made the friction of my cock still pumping within it feel absolutelyglorious. But I had Oli on the brink too, and his moan as my tail thrust so deep within him that his eyes rolled back in his head was the brief warning before he came too, with an inelegant stutter of his hips.

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