Novel & Cerita Loki Thor Ao3

He inserted his index finger into my pussy, thrusting it in and out, maintaining his thumb that slid up and down my clit. The pressure was building up fast. I moaned consistently, grabbing his hair strands and pulling on them tightly as he quickened his pace. I felt something spurt out down there, and I felt like it came orgasm. But after that, I felt I want much more than before. “Fuck me, hurry.” I cried. “I am coming in.” he said, then I felt something fill me up. He kept picking up the pace and I felt more excited than ever. I suddenly woke up and saw Lycan lying next to me. The soreness reminded me of what had happened last night.

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.

Lolo was lying on my lap, looking around innocently with wide, curious eyes. “No.” I lowered my head and clenched my teeth. “Those Aesir gods are really despicable. So many of them ganged up on him and still struck so viciously. I heard they didn’t just wound Loki—his dragon nearly died too…” At this point, Lolo suddenly turned his head toward me, his small four wings pressed tightly against my chest. “Goo… goo…” “Thor was among those people, right?” I paused slightly and replied, “Yes.”

He was almost looking like he was wearing a corset. His face was slimmer and sharper, and his short beard was pitch black. His long black hair was brushed back away from his head, sleek and very much the opposite of how most men in this world keep their hair. The thought struck me: Loki, the Norse trickster god, was a vain creature! In this situation, it seemed almost funny. It seemed so misplaced and strange, like everything else here. “Now, let us get your thunder wolf forward! I’m dying to teach Thor a lesson he won’t forget!”

Mine. Mine’s changed. It used to burn gold. Now it runs gold and red. Like a vein bleeding light. I reach for it. Just close enough to feel the hum beneath my fingertips. And that’s when I see it. A new thread. Thin and silver, wrapped tightly around the base of mine. Like a parasite. No. Like a hook. It pulses once and I know immediately who it belongs to. Loki. He didn’t just brush against my magic the last time he touched me. He threaded himself through me. Through this. Through everything.

He deepened the kiss his hand stroking her intimately finding her hard little love button he circled it with his thumb and she moaned against his lips as he pushed two fingers inside her, ‘You want more little Wolf?’ He pressed against her and she opened willingly urging him to take her again he did not need to be asked twice his cock was hard and ready and he eased it in to her but she was having none of that. Gripping his hips she arched up to meet his thrusts and Loki pulled her legs up to his shoulders and thrust harder moving his hips until he found her g-spot making her cried out his name again as she orgasmed but he did not let up he carried on taking her with him until she came again

Her legs started shaking. “Cum for me, little one,” he ordered. Liora cried out as her first orgasm hit her hard. “Thorne! Ahhh!” Her whole body trembled on the table. But he wasn’t done. Thorne stood up, opened his pants, and freed his thick, hard cock. He rubbed it against her wet pussy, teasing her. Then he pushed inside her in one deep thrust. “Fuck!” Liora gasped. He felt so big. So perfect.

“We still do not have evidence!” “The soldiers have seen him and his mate,” another man speaks up. His name is Theodorus Anderson, the Emperor of Soloma and one of the strongest Lycans in the world. It is prophesied that no pure creature can kill him because he had been given a boon by the gods themselves. As a result, Theo had murdered countless hybrids and slaughtered villages in order to find them. With striking red eyes and a heavy build, he is the most experienced warrior and even at the age of sixty, he is easily the strongest one of the lot.

Timber flew into the air around us and everything was instantly drenched from the storm. I turned towards the fire, swiping blindly with the machete in my left hand, water coursing off my hair and into my eyes, making it hard to see. Loki cursed and moved backwards, the tip of the machete catching the front of his shirt and rending a cut in it, nicking the skin. He screamed a battle cry and was scrambling to his feet when I swung the second machete in my right hand, my more dominate hand. Because of the rain I misjudged again. Instead of decapitating him, I just cut his throat.