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A second thrust, just as slow as the first. Then a third.

"More. Please, Loki, I need more!"

He was already balls deep inside her, and yet...it felt like he was growing longer, and thicker, stretching her more than any man had before.

Another thrust, agonising slow so she could feel every...were those ridges? All the way along his length, rubbing against all the right spots on every thrust...

Jorunn let out a moan, followed by another.

She could feel her orgasm building, thrust by tortuously slow thrust. She wanted to tell him, to ask if he was close, but no words would come out. Just whimpers and moans at the indescribable sensations making her whole body sing, increasing with every stroke. All the while, his eyes on her, drinking in her pleasure as surely as he was feeding it to her.

Oh god oh god she was going to come and she wasn't sure she could take it. Better than his fingers, better than his tongue, his cock was driving her to heights she hadn't even been able to imagine and...

Deep inside her, she felt a bass vibration. Exactly like the vibrator, except...harder. Stronger. Hotter. As those mischievous eyes seared her very soul...his fucking enormous ridged cock pulsed all the way to her core. Then he grinned, tilting her hips just a little so his cock hummed against her clit...

"Oh god, Lokiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" she screamed.

NINETEEN

Jorunn was so exquisitely tight around his cock, that wet heat caressing him with every stroke, Loki lost all reason. And then when she screamed his name...

The music in the halls of Valhalla could not sound half as good.

Probably a good thing he'd made sure the warm bubble enclosing her tent also kept the sound in, for he had no intention of only making her scream once. Over and over he brought her to the peak of pleasure, barely holding on to his own control as she clenched down hard enough on his cock to crush him, or milk him of enough seed to sire an army.

"Oh god, Loki..."

"Oh my god, Loki..."

"God, Loki..."

He would never tire of the sound of her screaming his name, but her voice was growing hoarse, and her inner walls longer squeezed him quite as hard now. It was nearly dawn, and he was supposed to...supposed to...

He could resist her no longer. When her mewling paused long enough for her to suck in a desperate breath, which he knew she was about to expel in one more joyful scream, he let out an answering roar, pouring his own pleasure into her as she drank his.

Afterwards, she lay panting on the bed, her eyes closed with exhaustion, but the sweetest smile graced her lips.

This had been the best night of his life, Loki decided, as he reluctantly moved away from her to clean himself up and dispose of the sheath. He had precious little time before dawn, and he still had to find that brooch.

But he could not bring himself to regret a single moment spent in Jorunn's bed. Sure, he'd been seducing her in order to get the brooch, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. Or perhaps come back another night to do it again...

She was sleeping now, utterly spent. He should use this time to find it, so he could spirit it away without her ever knowing he'd taken it, so she'd be willing to take him to her bed again...

TWENTY

Was it possible to get addicted to orgasms? Or maybe just sex. Or Loki. None of the Norse legends or Marvel movies had ever mentioned he had a cock like an enormous human vibrator. Probably because the guys who'd written those legends hadn't slept with him...

Dreamily, Jorunn opened her eyes. He'd draped her sleeping bag over her like a blanket, but she was still naked. Good thing whatever spell he'd cast still made the tent warm, or she'd be freezing her tits off around now.

Something toppled, and Loki swore. He'd knocked over the spare folding chair beside the table they used as a laptop desk, and that had tipped over Sibyl's backpack, still filled with the stuff she'd left behind. Stuff she would come back for.

Stuff she would not appreciate Loki rooting through like he was looking for something, which he evidently hadn't found.

"What are you looking for?" Jorunn asked.

He jumped up in surprise. "The brooch you stole. The gold and amber one."

Even in her post coital bliss, Jorunn's mind was still sharp. "Ah, so you didn't wake up from your thousand year sleep just to fuck me. You woke up to find that brooch, and that's why you seduced me." She should have been angry. Or upset. Or...something, at least. Instead, she just felt empty. Of course no Norse god could possibly want someone as damaged as her. Somehow, with his godly powers, he knew she'd been a thief and believed she'd stolen again.

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