Mother, May I
The only thing more tempting to Thor than sex is a really good battlefield massacre.
He makes an unhappy noise in his chest, clearly torn. His brothers are laughing at his struggle. I decide to help him out.
I lean up and kiss him. “We stay, listen to the angels, and then I teleport us to bed and suck your soul out through your cock. Deal?”
He sits. “Okay.”
“She’s got your number, brother,” Loki snorts. “Careful, or she’ll have you pussy-whipped.”
“She already does,” Thor says proudly, nuzzling my ear.
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