6. The Expert #2
“Come here, pretty.” Tyr lifted me fully off the ground, and then gently placed me on my knees in front of him, while he stood. “Suck my cock while Thora gets into position. If you wish it, of course,” he added with a smirk.
“I do.” I took Tyr into my mouth, watching out of the corner of my eye as Thor settled onto his back beside us. Eager as I was to know them both, I sucked until Tyr coaxed me to stop.
“Here we are now.” He turned me so I could reposition between Thor’s thighs.
The pool of Thor’s dress made a cushion for my knees, and lifting the front of it to his waist gave an unparalleled view.
Someone of his mass in such delicate finery with rosy cheeks and shimmering lips was oddly appealing when I didn’t care for feminine partners. Perhaps because he looked so content.
Thor writhed and lifted the front of his skirt higher, tilting his hips back. “Make this bride a wife, my lord,” he said, and though I had to laugh, it wasn’t funny. It was sultry. Sexy.
Stimulating.
I raked my hands up the back of Thor’s thighs, wanting him just as he was, while Tyr drew his hand down the right cheek of my backside and teased his thumb along my crease.
“Loki was right,” I said, much as I wished he wasn’t always on my mind. “You do look ravishing in a dress.”
I kissed him as I tilted him backward and found his entrance with my fingers. He’d been playing with himself before he joined us, because he tasted only of prerelease, not honey, like what women usually glossed their lips with, and his hole was wet and already stretched.
I readied my tip and felt Tyr slide his between my cheeks. Tyr was watching, waiting, planning to enter me just as I entered Thor.
I did, and no amount of fucking or being fucked by gods could compare with two at the same time.
“Ah!” I snapped my hips forward, engulfed by Thor’s heat, and his pretty moan in answer made my gut tighten.
Then the rest of my insides tightened, clenching around Tyr as he impaled me with a snap of his own. It felt so good to be surrounded, to have Tyr moving within me to the same rhythm I began moving within Thor. Every cant of my hips was matched, and every moan I drew from Thor, Tyr drew from me.
We moved like a wave, like a storm at sea, and I rode out the gale like an expert sailor.
The heat, the fullness, the completeness was immense, made all the better by Tyr kissing the back of my neck and whispering how good I felt, how good I looked fucking Thor.
I shoved my hands up beneath Thor’s skirt and told him the same.
“How beautiful you are, taking me so well.”
Thor rolled upright, squishing me more fully between the two gods, but also pushing me deeper inside him, while pushing my body back to take Tyr deeper in me. Tyr hastened his thrusts, forcing me to hasten mine, and the whines leaving each of us grew louder.
Louder.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Tyr said. “Both of you.”
Thor basked in the praise and lurched up the final space necessary to kiss me. His lips and tongue still tasted like prerelease, and I lapped at it, knowing I tasted of Tyr’s.
I lost myself to the plunge of our tongues and the feel of so much but not yet enough. When Thor moved his kiss to my jawline and down my neck, Tyr turned my head to claim a kiss of his own.
“Ever experience this before, Oli?” Thor asked between suckles.
Tyr circled his tongue along my lips before releasing me to answer.
“Y-you mean… deflowering a bride… while a bridegroom skewers me?” I’d never known two at once in any fashion. Never known one while another watched, other than hungry eyes while a group of us beat off. “No. H-have you?”
“With Loki and Thrym, but I was the middle then.” Then he leaned up over my shoulder to kiss Tyr.
Caught between them, the admittance almost ceased my thrusting, but Tyr’s thrusting into me kept my rhythm.
The stories said that, after recovering Mjolnir, Thor slaughtered the wedding guests, Thrym included, who had wanted Freya for his bride. The point of the ruse was the return of Thor’s hammer and to save Freya from an unwanted marriage.
I suddenly had a very different image of how that adventure ended.
“New experiences… new ways?” I asked, as Thor fell back, a wanton and writhing bride beneath me, with heaving bosom.
“ Yes ,” he said and slid a hand into the top of his dress to pull out one of his breasts, plump from the binding that hoisted them tight.
I pulled out the other and licked his nipple.
The heat from Tyr suddenly spilling within me brought my own orgasm to the forefront. I was going to come. I wanted to hold it back, to enjoy this for a little longer, just a little longer, before I had to think again and perform. To save another god from himself. Odin finally, most likely.
But as good as Thor felt, as good as Tyr felt, having tenderized my tender hole, one thought plagued me.
How would it feel if one of these partners was Loki?
Tyr pulled out of me with such force, my hips pressed into Thor deeper, pushing my balls against his cheeks. Thor’s lips were reddened from our kisses, his nipples pert, and cock bouncing.
Then I felt something thick press to my come-filled entrance.
“Why only prove half my prowess?” Tyr twisted his stump along my rim. “When we can try both.”
I collapsed partially onto Thor. Tyr wasn’t actually trying to fuck me with his stump, but the pressure of it rubbing against my aching hole, wet as it was from Tyr’s release, made me thrust into Thor faster.
I couldn’t deny how good it felt. The pressure.
The heat. The texture and warring sensations, until I was so lost in the thrum of it all, I came with a rough and stuttered grunt.
I had never come so hard, I was certain, for it seemed to go on forever, like I might fill Thor full enough to breed him.
Thor took himself in hand again and stroked, speeding his way to the end to join us. When he came and I pulled out, spurting even more of my release to mix with his, he swiped a swirl of it up with his finger and gobbled it down.
Ravenous indeed, the mighty glutton.
With that final release, the water released too, rushing over us to cleanse our mess.
I nearly tipped over and succumbed to its heat.
Instead, ever so slowly, we disengaged, and each shifted to rest against the hot spring wall, with me in the middle and Thor still in his soaked gown, ever content to stay in it.
It seemed he might finally be ready for that nap all his dwarven friends had taken.
“My apologies again… for insulting you both,” I said.
Thor waved a hand, eyes heavy.
“My apologies again too,” Tyr said, “for starting to take you without first knowing if you wanted me to. I was not on the docket. Which offended me, naturally, that Loki would leave me out. But I do hope you enjoyed the detour.”
“I did.”
“Seems this is good for fucking after all.” Tyr lifted his stump. “But maybe I needed to prove my prowess to myself as well as to a mouthy mortal.”
I had touched a nerve, and he’d needed me after all. “You certainly did,” I assured him.
The door to the bathing chamber was still open, and in my periphery, I would swear I saw that dog tail again. Why wouldn’t he claim me if he enjoyed watching so much?
As we lounged in the hot spring, with Thor soon asleep and Tyr poised to follow, I felt as I had when I dropped into that lake after Freyr, pulled into my own slumber, but one so deep, so sudden, that it had to be brought upon by magic.
LOKI
Did you know that even the heavens have heavens above them? There was an endlessness to everything beyond godly knowledge, just like the tapestry of fate, that not even us gods fully understand.
The vastness of the heavens might make some humans feel small, but I didn’t mind feeling small. I was a flea sometimes, after all!
And a fly.
No, I loved the vastness of the heavens seen from any realm, but here, home , the sky was the most beautiful, deepest blue-black at night and sparkling with stars. Especially with a certain slumbering menace on my lap.
I enjoyed the quiet. Thor’s chattering could annoy even me after too long. But it was quiet here, save for the soft sounds of Oli breathing.
Damn him for almost catching me watching.
Damn him for knowing that I watched.
Damn him for being all that had been prophesized.
Who’d have guessed anyone could keep up with my bantering? And almost steal a kiss. And command my whole attention, even when at the mercy of another’s touch.
I hadn’t meant to peer inside the enclosure of the hot spring, but Tyr had not been on the menu, opportunistic ass , and I had been moments from revealing myself and ruining everything to rescue the poor mortal until Thor had to go and be Thor and save the day in my stead. I was still glad he had.
The quiet couldn’t last. The stillness. The peace. But looking up at the stars with Oli’s head in my lap, I could pretend and almost believe.
And then he stirred.
OLI
I could feel the soft thighs I had been missing. Feel the scratch of long nails through my hair. I was coming out of my slumber, revitalized once more, and as I woke, I reached for the waist of the one who held me.
My arms wrapped around a pillow, propped on the edge of the hot spring.
I sat up. This was not the same spring I had been in earlier. The room was smaller, and while it had walls, there was no roof.
And no Thor or Tyr.
It was nighttime, although exactly how many days had passed since my abduction, I couldn’t guess. One? Two? A dozen? Where I was, it was beautiful, with twinkling stars and a full moon. But why was I, yet again, alone?
“Sick of hearing stories yet?” Loki’s voice came through the closed door.
I smiled. I knew the imp couldn’t stay away.
Or hoped he couldn’t.
“Aren’t you going to ask if I’m sick of cock ?” I teased.
“Are you?”