9. The Swindled #3
I squirmed, realizing I had more freedom to move. What had remained of my clothing was finally gone, no longer locking my shoulders or ankles. “So could I.”
“Tempting as that sounds,” he rumbled, “now it is time for you to fuck me.”
Yes .
“Shall I stay in this form?”
Ye—
Well.
Our eyes met—mine heavy-lidded and Loki’s aglow. I liked that glow. I liked his knot, thick and snug inside me, keeping his seed in me. But if I was to fuck Loki next, this was not what I wanted.
“Fun as that was—and it was —what I’d like, if I am to return the favor that you granted me, is the real Loki.” I touched his scars again. I always would. “You as you truly are. Because this isn’t it, is it?”
Loki pulsed within me like a challenge, but I’d been trained on a device designed to grow. I could handle his knot. “What if the real me is a full wolf?” he threatened.
“If it is, I’ll accept it, no matter the truth.”
I didn’t understand the sadness that returned to him. It seemed he’d chosen to be a beast to protect himself from me seeing or knowing the real him. Why? But before I could ask, he started to shift.
Not larger. No. His fur and fangs fell away to just beautiful, slight, scarred Loki.
The knot deflated with him, and he pulled from me with ease, though his release stayed in me.
He took my hand and dragged it down, down, to wrap my fingers around his cock like in the beginning, sticky from release but still plump.
“You might change your mind about the real me once you know it.” He moved my hand from his prick, further beneath his sac, and…
There was not the smooth skin before the start of a puckered opening, but a separate, larger, wetter… gash. I traced my fingers along its lips and watched Loki’s eyelids flutter.
“If this is not too much against your preference?” he asked.
He?
She?
They ?
It should be no surprise that the real Loki was somehow both, given his penchant for being either. There had been uncertainty in him when I touched his scars, but touching him here , what I saw in his expression was worry that I would be the uncertain one, unwilling, or even repulsed.
I traced the lips again, feeling his wetness.
His?
“What is your preference, Loki? Let me understand you. Shall I think of you as he?”
“I… have no preference.” Loki chuckled. “He, she, that bastard—all acceptable and oft used.”
That bastard indeed.
“ He is fine, Oli. He or any other option is still me, so I have no preference other than wanting you in me. If you truly do not mind this version?”
I looked between our bodies to take in all that he was.
To take me in and how hard I remained, with no sign of wilting.
“It certainly appears I don’t mind. Perhaps my true preference…
” I caught Loki’s gaze and held it as I shifted him atop my hips, so my cockhead began to enter him, into that softer, wetter cavern I had never known with another.
“My true preference is the whole, complete you.”
Loki’s neck arched back as I pulled him onto me and thrust up inside him. His long hair fell from his scarred face, and I thought the depths of their grooves seemed somewhat fainter.
With every thrust, every arch of his neck or back or more fervent canting of his hips to match mine, he tightened around me.
This passage was different from what I was used to, slicker, maybe even easier than the more familiar one to spear inside with a buck.
But I had only known what it was like to be the one spearing since lying with gods.
Different was simply different, and because it was Loki, I would have had it no other way.
“ Oli ,” Loki whined.
Especially hearing him moan my name when I began to move faster.
I reached around behind where I was inside him to feel his other opening, while watching the bob of his cock on my stomach. He whined louder when I circled my finger around that un-breached rim.
“Do you like it here too?” I pressed the tip of my finger in him, and he arched his neck back so far this time, he bared the full expanse of his throat.
“As… much as you do.”
Imp . “If only I had two dicks to accommodate.”
“Don’t tempt me to conjure another for you.”
Could he? I didn’t dare ask, or I’d see it proven true. “How about, instead, I fuck you in both?” I thrust my finger deeper, while thrusting my cock up. “And make you come once each from fucking you in both? Shall I?”
“Yes! Fuck yes!”
I hefted myself upright, causing Loki to yelp as he was tilted. I flipped us toward the foot of the bed, putting him on his back, never once losing our connection. Not my cock inside him anyway, but though my finger was dislodged, it found its way back.
“Ah-ahhh!” Loki tried to thrust against both finger and cock.
I was close, but he was closer. Because fucking him, making love to him, while opening his other entrance, was causing him to whimper more beautifully than any of the others.
“Oli!” Loki spurted his release, and I felt more wetness around my cock, a surge of it, though I hadn’t yet come myself.
I set to work readying Loki to come again, adding a second finger inside him, while more leisurely shallow-fucking the wetness I remained in, fighting my own release.
But no. No. I was going to fill both, until Loki was stuffed and dripping my seed, just like I dripped his.
“Oli!” he cried again, as I hastened my thrusts. When I came not long after, he gripped me with a sweeter cry, and his wilted cock sprang to life again.
I wasted no time sliding out of him and pressing myself to his second entrance. But I did not push in. Not yet. I reached inside where I had spilled and gathered some of it to slick up his cock. As I stroked Loki with my release, only then did I push inside his untapped hole.
“ Ohhh …”
“Better, is it, having come already? Having been fucked by me already?”
“I said don’t be smug.”
I laughed, but then said seriously, “Every god before you, Loki, was but a prelude.”
“Turn me over,” he said. “Flip me to drive in deeper.”
“But I want to see you.”
“Trust me.”
I wondered how many others had heard that from the trickster god, answering yes only to be deceived. Still, I didn’t hesitate.
I flipped Loki as asked, reentering him slowly, while taking in more of the room he had brought us to.
It matched the kitchen and dining area where we’d feasted, also without an exit, as if he’d conjured each room for a singular purpose and needed no way in or out save when he deemed it time to leave.
But where we faced, with Loki on his elbows and knees, and me upright to drive into him like he’d asked, the wall across from us had a surface so smooth, so polished, I could see us reflected in it.
I could see Loki. All his scars. All his wonderment, cock dangling between his thighs, still hard and ready for his next release.
I reached around to stroke him, faster and faster as I fucked him, so he would come again before I did.
And he did . He came while our eyes were locked, and I held his gaze as I slowed my hips.
He had to be a mess of stimulation on the verge of too much.
Going slow, so slow, was making his whimpers turn needy.
But not so needy that he asked me to stop.
So, I didn’t. I fucked him, watching his face, watching us the entire time.
When I was finally close again at that unhurried pace, and somehow, somehow Loki’s cock was thickening again, I reached all around him with both arms, not to grasp his cock anew, but to hold him and feel his scars beneath my touch.
“Loki, I—”
I came.
I came and came, so hard, for so long, that I didn’t know how he could milk any more from me. I was a mess of stimulation too, and only holding him made me feel steady.
Why then did he look so sad again in our reflection?
I laid Loki on his back and rolled to lie beside him. I felt coated in sweat and come—but only for a moment before it was dismissed with a wave of his hand.
“Hey, I was hoping to have left my mark on you,” I teased.
“Who’s to say I didn’t keep some of you in me? Or me in you?”
I wriggled to feel it, and there was indeed some of him in me. “Not looking to make more children, I hope.” With the gods, it was possible.
“Not at the moment,” Loki said, propped up on his side with his scarred half aimed at the ceiling.
I reached for his cheek, that scarred cheek, and rolled closer to press my lips to it. Then I kissed his lips with a swipe of my tongue. “Well, trickster god, do you believe it yet?”
“That I am enough?” He asked it so mockingly, I knew he was mimicking my time with Balder.
“So, you were watching. Yes, that, but also… do you believe it yet that you deserve to be forgiven?”
Loki nuzzled into my touch on his cheek. “Since I stole Balder’s life, I might as well steal his line. I want to . I do. But if we fuck each other until you get me to say a wholehearted yes, we might be here a while.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
“It’s what I do.”
“Me too, apparently.” I chuckled. “But you kept resisting me. Why? That’s the only thing I don’t understand. Why did you make me work so hard to have you?”
Loki went quiet. I didn’t like him quiet. Because that sadness remained, and I saw the glisten of tears in his eyes.
“Loki…?”
“Pact over, yes?” He sat up. “Time to go home? Be free? Free of me. Fucking Heimdall,” he suddenly spat. “I hate it when he’s right.”
“Right about what?” I sat up next to him. “Tell me. Please.”
Loki didn’t say anything and wouldn’t look at me.
Then I remembered the well, Mimir’s well, and what I’d seen when I drank from it.
“I saw you watching me. Not just during my godly escapades as one animal or another, but before then. In a vision when I drank from Mimir’s well, I saw that Heimdall had watched me too, but the day you first watched me was not when you took me. Weeks ago? Months?”
“What of it?” He turned his head, so his scarred side was hidden.