Page 5 of Battle of Witches
The men in my house just weren’t good at that. I offered to get an onion, but these guys right here. They were pretty much housebroken and domesticated, but they were still Vikings. They were willing to add a tear to a vial to wake Killian, but if they were going to shed one in front of two women, they were going to do it by punching each other in the face.
Men. I loved them. They had lovely dicks, and I was fond of this batch of men, but seriously, an onion would have done the trick. They didn’thaveto break each other’s noses and have Loki heal them. At least they put the toilet seat down and knew how to cook.
Men were definitely strange beasts. They all had their noses broken all over my living room, and now they were pumped up and ready to fuck. If someone broke my nose, I’d want the snugs, my favorite blanket, and probably to eat my feelings.
Not these guys. Bjorn had been pretty damned respectful so far, but he tossed me over his shoulder, smacked me on the ass, and went marching toward my bedroom. I was all about the spanky-spank and had never gotten one from a Viking before. I could officially cross that off my bucket list. I didn’t really have that on my bucket list, but Ishouldhave.
“Do you realize you just asked two Vikings who have been in a pocket dimension with no women for averylong time to have sex with you at the same time?” Bjorn chuckled.
“My momma raised us to be ambitious. She said nothing was ever going to be given to us and if we wanted something, to take it. I’m guessing the two of you have never killed anyone with your cocks before.”
“That’s just rude,” Sleipnir said. “If I heard someone bragging about that, I’d punch them in the face.”
“Some stupid men like to brag about destroying our cervix, but that shit hurts, and they aren’t blessed enough to get that far. You might be an exception, big guy.”
“Are you attached to these clothes? If I had a blade, I’d cut them off you,” Sleipnir growled.
Oh, fuck. Was it getting scorching hot in here? Most of the time, I slept in little, silk nighties, but I also had my comfort jammies when I wanted to lounge around my house looking like total trash and comfort eating Ben and Jerry’s. I wasn’t feeling the least bit sexy while Killian was cursed, so I’d been wearing them a lot.
These pajama bottoms were bright-ass red with a pair of lips on my ass, but they were just so soft and comfy. I’d been raiding Killian’s closet and wearing his t-shirts because they smelled like him. Yeah, it would be sexy to have a big-ass Viking horse shifter slice my clothes off. Maybe this was fucked up, but I’d rather him slice off my silk nighties than my trash panda clothes because I didn’t have a ton of those.
We could definitely do that later. Witches were sexual creatures, and Lilith programmed a few features into our settings to make the sexing easier. Like, seriously, praise Lilith and everything. I snapped my fingers and disappeared all our clothes.
I’d seen Sleipnir naked, but never when he was aroused. Whoever claimed to have the biggest dick in the world was in second place, now that Sleipnir was out of that pocket dimension. My eyes skipped over to Bjorn. I’d never had sex with a first-generation god creation before. I let out a contented purr when I saw him.
“So, Loki was going for sheer perfection when he made you, Bjorn. Both of you. Give me a minute. I just want to stare.”
They both just stood there smirking at me. Sometimes, when a man smirked at me, I just wanted to magically slap it off of his face, but those two made it look good. So how in actual fuck did I go from a disaster like Valentine to guys like this?
“Okay, I’m too horny to stare any longer. Get over here.”
“Maybewewant to stare atyou,” Sleipnir said.
“You aren’t too big for me to spank your bottom for sassing me,” I said.
I’ll be totally fucked. Sleipnir was naked in my bedroom and looked utterly intrigued at the idea of me paddling his bottom. I was curious about it, too. I adored being spanked, but I knew this vampire at the Academy of the Profane who helped me explore the fact that I enjoyed tying up men and spanking them just as much as I wanted them to do that to me.
“We can try that later. Do you know how long it’s been for us?” Sleipnir said.
I just shrugged.
“Longer than the five years I swore off men. Killian was dead for a long time, then stuck as a bat. Out of all of us, Loki is the only one who probably had an active sex life before he got dragged into this mess. You being stuck in a pocket dimension for over a thousand years isn’t super weird if you consider my love life right now.”
“I think what Sleipnir is trying to say is that we are going to eat you alive, little witch,” Bjorn growled.
“I’d be distraught if you were over a thousand years old anddon’teat out a woman. So, get your asses over here.”
Oh, fuck. They dove into bed with me anddevouredme. Bjorn and Sleipnir were like feral beasts. They were growling, biting, and sucking, and it was glorious. Bjorn snarled at Sleipnir when he tried to go for my pussy first. Sleipnir didn’t even blink. He went straight for my breasts.
It was perfect. IknewSleipnir could throw a girl around just right if she wanted it, but Bjorn was really stepping up, too. Sometimes, the really polite, respectful ones were dirty, kinky fucks when you got them naked. It was always awesome when that happened.
“My toy drawer is at the bottom of the dresser.”
I honestly didn’t know what I was thinking about sending two Vikings who hadn’t been in this century that long to my dildo and butt plug drawer. I had sex toys in my museum from back in their day. Sleipnir frowned and pulled my favorite clit sucker out of the drawer. I knew he was about to ask me what it was, but he accidentally turned it on. He jumped about fifty feet and dropped it on the rug like it was on fire.
“Is this witchcraft?” he whispered.
“I think it’s like technology for orgasms,” Bjorn said.
