Page 19 of Loki

Magic lengthened his tongue, letting him stroke places deep inside her that made her shiver and whimper, until she cried out his name again and again.

He was drunk on her pleasure, on her essence. He'd gladly spend all night, every night, wringing those sweet sounds from her lips as her body thrummed with the pleasure only he could give her.

He barely noticed as his trousers became uncomfortably, then impossibly tight. He didn't care. It was Jorunn's pleasure that consumed him. One more orgasm, then another, just to hear her call him a god once more...

"Please, Loki," she whimpered.

"You are insatiable," he said, replacing his tongue with his fingers. Fingers he made longer, thicker, the better to pleasure her, as he leaned over to kiss her.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, before whimpering became mewling.

He pumped his fingers inside her, circling that bundle of nerves with a firm thumb.

"I want more...more!" she cried. "God, Loki, I need your cock!"

He could not refuse her. Off came his trousers and boots, until he was as naked as she was. Then he grabbed her arms and dragged her up the bed, until her head hit the pillow.

Oh, he wanted her. More than anything. He could still feel her wet heat clenching around his fingers – how much better would it be to feel her wrapped around his cock?

But if there were no witches here, there were no potions to prevent pregnancy, like the women of his time took.

She seemed to read his mind, flapping a hand off the side of the bed. "Condoms in my bag. The side pocket."

He reached into the pouch she pointed at, only to pull out what appeared to be a fake phallus in a most improbable shade of green. Instead of one head, it had several, all stacked up, creating ridges all along its length, with a sort of thumb stuck to one side. He touched one of the small circles on its side, and the thing began to hum and lengthen in his hand.

Jorunn's face flushed. "Oh, that's not...you didn't need to see..." She grabbed the device and flicked the circle, so it lay inert in her hand. Then she stuffed it back into the pouch, and pulled out several small, crinkling squares instead.

Loki couldn't help thinking about the fake phallus. What she'd look like as she thrust it between her thighs. Would she whimper and mewl for it like she did for him? What if he were to...

All other thoughts flew out of his head as her warm fingers stroked down his shaft, unrolling a sort of thin sheath along his length. Such a thing would trap his seed, without stopping sensation. Even the stroke of her fingers was almost more than he could take. If he didn't get inside her soon, he was not going to last long enough...

Her eyes were dark with desire as she lay back, spreading her legs wide. "Fuck me, Loki. Please."

EIGHTEEN

The god of mischief was also the god of orgasms – who'd have guessed? His tongue, his hands...after about the third orgasm, she was certain she wouldn't be able to walk without her legs shaking, but who needed to walk when she never wanted to leave her bed, as long as he was in it? And she hadn't even touched his cock...

As if he'd read her mind, he'd freed it, but now he seemed to hesitate, like he was looking for...

"Condoms. In my bag. The side pocket," she managed to say.

Of course, the god of mischief found her vibrator first.

What would he say if she told him every time she used it from now on, she'd be imagining it was him? Or him using it on her. She couldn't put it away fast enough.

She needed to feel his cock inside her. Because after all those orgasms, her clit was now so sensitive even the slightest breath across it made her whimper. The next time she came, she wanted it to be with him.

A god. An actual Norse god.

"Fuck me, Loki. Please." Did it sound like she was begging? Because she totally was.

He settled between her thighs, the heat of his head just touching her clit.

He was killing her, making her wait like this. "Please!"

He glided into her, in one super-slow thrust.

"More, please!"

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