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Ann gasped as the underside of his shaft dragged along her slit, her body betraying her with a rush of slick arousal.
Freyr's grip tightened, his voice a command.
"You'll take it." Jack's breath hitched, but he gave a single, firm nod. Freyr aligned himself, the blunt head pressing—claiming—her entrance.
"Now," he rumbled, "we begin."
Freyr's cock stretched her mercilessly, the thick intrusion dragging a ragged moan from Ann's throat.
Her fingers dug into his chest, nails scraping over hard muscle as she gasped, "Slower—!" But the god only exhaled, amused, and pressed deeper, his shaft gliding inch by relentless inch until her body clenched around him, trembling at the sheer invasion.