Page 7 of The Hard Way

He pushed back in, deeper and deeper. He got a rhythm going with it, fucking me a little deeper each time, fucking me and curling his finger.

“You’re gonna make me come.”

“Odin would be angry,” he said, finger-fucking me ruthlessly. “He has plans for this asshole.” I was pushing back on him. I wanted him to fill me more, more, more.

But then he pulled out. “I’d say that’s more than enough.”

I heard him stroll across the alley. To get his jacket?

“You’re not leaving me here like this, are you?”

“You heard Odin as well as I did.”

“You have to hurry!”

“You know how it works, goddess. We’ll come when we see fit. Be ready.”

“Are you kidding me?”

But his footsteps were already receding.

I waited, panting in the dark. Naked, alone, vulnerable. Though deep down, I knew they’d stop anybody who would come into this alley. And it seemed like a dead end from the other side.

Still, I pretended I was alone in a real alley, and strangers might come and fuck me.

The cool night kicked up, caressing my nakedness like dark, cool fingers, making everything feel wild.

I closed my eyes, wishing I could touch myself—just a tiny bit—but I knew better.

The waiting made my excitement build. One touch between my legs and I might come.

I tried to battle back my libido with mental distraction. In my mind, I began to compose a letter to the Gigis, my jewel-thieving gal pals.

The Gigis had made me promise to write them all about the trip. I tried to think how to describe the vineyard and medieval castles we’d toured, or the art museums we’d wandered through. I tried to conjure up images of our favorite paintings, but they kept morphing into images of Thor’s finger sliding teasingly around the pucker of my asshole, and the only words I could think of were words for how awesome that felt, and what an amazing relief it was when he finally slid that one finger into me, how my whole being became a chorus ofyes, yes, yes!And when he pushed it in deep and wiggled it…

Well, let’s just say it was not the kind of newsy and descriptive letter the Gigis had had in mind when they’d made me promise to write.

A breeze kicked up. I whimpered, wildly turned on. Being naked and alone outside made me hot. Odin knew it, naturally.

It was a little bit like my favorite cartoon porn, the woodland elf girl. And the hunters come upon her. Odin probably had that in mind, that echo. He was an artist that way. I pressed my breasts to the wall, slid them across it, like Thor made me do. The feeling shot to my core. The soft breeze licked my bare ass.

Eventually footsteps echoed on the other side of the alley. And then another pair of footsteps.

The footsteps drew nearer.

Every inch of my skin was on fire.

A low and rumbly voice. “What do we have here?”

Odin.

Out the corner of my eye, I saw Zeus. He was a dark figure, leaning against the alley wall some ways down, bottle dangling from his fingers.

Thor took up residence next to him, his blond hair a flash in the night.

Odin kept coming. “It would be a shame to come upon her and not use her for our pleasure.”

Oh my god, hewasdoing it. The original elf girl, lost and vulnerable in the woods. But this was the Italian alley version. Like theCSIversusCSI Miamiversion.

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