Familiar with the disorientation of the bifrost, I caught us in mid-air when the lights dissipated and we were left falling from one hundred metres up. The five red caps swept up with us weren't so lucky, plummeting down to hit the ground in a messy, near fatal impact.

After bringing us down, we quickly cut the heads off the injured and groaning red caps before they recovered.

"What was that?" asked Elatha, confused.

"It was like the bifrost, but since we aren't in Asgard, it wasn't the actual bifrost." I didn't know what had happened either.

The water was strangely calm, with only gently lapping waves on the pebbled beach, and we seemed to still be on the same shoreline. The dark twilight sky marked this as part of the Winter Realm, but the increased light on the horizon suggested we were definitely closer to the Summer Realm than we'd been.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say we teleported using bifrost energy?" Although it sounded weird, I couldn't think of anything else to explain our new location.

"Do you have the ability to teleport? Because I sure don't," Elatha said.

"No, not that I'm aware of. I'd expect Loki would have figured that out when we were determining the extent of my powers."

"Loki can teleport?" 

"Yeah. Not vast distances, but yes, a few kilometres at least."

Elatha looked down at my pregnant belly, his eyebrows raised in speculation.

I looked down too before I understood what he was wondering.

"You think my son teleported us?" The idea was shocking.

"Someone did, and it wasn't you or me, so that leaves him." 

"An unborn baby can use powers? Is that normal?" My voice squeaked.

"Not for Fomorians, that's for sure. But answer this, how strong are Loki's abilities?"

"Pretty damn strong. He's the strongest sorcerer in Asgard."

"Okay, and how strong are your powers?"

"I don't know any other Tuatha de Danann. I've only met a couple and not really seen the extent of their magic."

"Compare yourself to Asgardians, then. How strong are you?"

"Pretty damn strong. Not as strong as Loki, but not far behind, I'd guess."

"So I'd expect your son to be powerful as well. At this point, he'd use his magic instinctively. He sensed you were in danger and got you out of there."

I rubbed my belly. "I'm following your logic and can't fault it. Or come up with a reasonable alternative. Damn. How will I keep up with a child that can teleport?" My pulse picked up as I thought about the implications. Holy crap. I'm having a hard time protecting him now. What the hell am I going to do if he can teleport all over the place? 

Elatha smiled and reached a hand over to rub my belly as well. "With your usual strength, patience, and grace, I'm sure. And possibly considerable cursing at Loki," He grinned, eyes sparkling as he said the last.

I laughed, relieved when I remembered Loki could chase down any teleporting child. "Yeah, you probably aren't wrong about that." Or maybe Frigga would have some ideas. She'd raised Loki, after all.

Still, it reminded me of my need to get home as soon as possible. I resumed walking towards the Summer Realm. Elatha fell in step beside me. Periodically checking our surroundings, neither of us was willing to let down our guard. Although I didn't know how far we'd teleported, I didn't want the Wild Hunt to catch us again.

Without knowing where they were or if they were gaining on us, I wasn't even willing to stop to clean my weapons yet. I wanted to be far, far away from the Wild Hunt, preferably in the Summer Realm, but I knew it wasn't practical. That light band of promise on the horizon was still days in the distance.

Elatha handed me some nuts to munch as we walked. I smiled to myself as I ate. He just couldn't help trying to take care of me. I didn't mind. I'd used a lot of energy today and felt the deficiency. But it wasn't safe to stop to replenish it yet. Getting caught literally with our pants down was as dangerous as my energy depletion.

I plodded on, pushing myself further. 

Hour after hour, we continued. The Summer Realm was definitely getting closer.

On I walked, putting one foot in front of the other.

Elatha caught me when I stumbled and almost fell.

"Stop, Shannon. We've walked nonstop for ten hours on top of the teleporting. It's got to be far enough to take a break."

"But I don't want to get found by the Wild Hunt again. We don't know how fast they can travel."

"Yes, but you're pale again. You are pushing too hard, and you've used too much energy today. If you let yourself get too low, it will take too long to recharge you before they catch us."

"Okay, but I want to bathe in the salt water," I said, walking into the ocean until I was hip deep, then stopped. With my sais out, I cleaned them and did the same with the daggers I still had. Some of my throwing knives had been left in red cap throats when we'd teleported.

Blood was splattered and dried all over my armour. After sinking to my knees, the waves came up to my neck, and I washed off the blood. The surrounding ocean was red when I finished. I pushed it away, swirling a current around me until only clear blue remained.

Again standing up, I retracted my armour and leathers back into my torc, leaving me naked.

Elatha was scrubbing the crimson streaks from his armour and skin suit as well. His hands paused, starburst eyes heating as he looked me over.

I grinned. "I like my men with less blood of their enemies on them. Keep washing, Elatha."

His lips twitched in amusement as he used his power to swirl water over him in a wave.

"Done. Blood free. Acceptable now, Princess?" he asked as he bowed and presented himself for approval.

"Almost." I paused, and he quirked an eyebrow. "You are wearing far too many clothes on that gorgeous, sexy body."

He smirked as he pulled off his weapons, armour, and skinsuit, tossing them to shore.

"Now, my princess?" 

I took my time eying his ebony and silver perfection. Black hair curling slightly around his wide shoulders and those built, but not bulky, arms that I knew were more than strong enough to lift me to whatever position he wanted. The chiseled eight pack abdominals, lean hips, and trail of black hair leading to the proud, thick midnight shaft with its broad silver head. Standing tall, it was clearly ready for action.

My hands cupped my breasts, tugging on the nipples as I let him see the lust heating my blood.

He groaned, cock jerking, and I smiled.

"Yes. Now, Elatha," I said, my voice a low seduction.

He stalked through the water, picking me up behind the knees and back to carry me closer to shore. Finally letting my feet touch as he slid me down his front despite the curve of my belly, he held the nape of my neck as his lips lowered for a blisteringly passionate kiss.

Gods, but he could kiss. Hot and wet, teasing and dominating. Nothing else existed except his lips on mine, the feel of his hard body pressing against me, and those clever, clever fingers. As his mouth plundered mine, a hand explored my breasts, tugging and twisting, pulling a moan from me as the sparks of pleasure burst into a melting heat.

That questing hand moved lower, caressing over my belly, before dipping below to find me slippery and ready. When two long, strong fingers curled inside with his thumb brushing over the bundle of nerves, my legs didn't want to hold me up.

"Gods! Please, Elatha!" I whimpered, breaking from his mouth to catch a breath. 

The quivering in my core and the spreading of heat to my thighs and abdomen had me trembling. I was so close, thoughts scattered, with my entire focus on the building sensations. 

In a firm hold, Elatha pinned me to him sideways. His lips trailed over my neck and teeth scraped erotically over my pulse in a dangerous tease. 

"Cum for me, Shannon," he demanded before biting down on that sensitive spot between shoulder and nape that further weakened my knees.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, riding his relentless fingers, hips helplessly bucking with the orgasm smashing through my nervous system.

"That's my girl," Elatha growled as he laid me down in the shallow water, holding my ass off the sand as he lined himself up and sunk in to the hilt.

I shrieked. My eyes wanted to roll back as he worked that magnificently thick cock in and out. Lightning shot through my core at every stroke. The delicious friction quickly brought me to a shuddering orgasm again, but Elatha didn't slow and continued his pace, driving me higher.

"Cum again for me, Shannon. I want at least ten orgasms out of you before you get to rest."

"Oh fuck," I moaned while cumming and trembling.

At just the right angle to rub over my g-spot, he rode it again and again with wicked efficiency. Fuck, it was so gods-be-damned perfect.

"Elatha!" I whimpered as his pace increased, pounding a bit harder, and not slowing even as I convulsed around his cock. Squirming and shivering, electric prickles sensitized every inch of my skin.

"That's four, Princess," Elatha said, groaning and pouring into me in hot splashes.

After pulling out, he lifted me higher. That talented tongue dove into my pulsing core. Licking deep, he flicked, before lapping up and over my clit. I shrieked, babbling nonsensical words at the flash fire jolts that roared through me as he sucked the sensitive bud, then lathed with his tongue.

Elatha didn't stop until I was limp and quivering with aftershocks.

Lowering me once more, he buried his cock in my soaked depths again, stroking hard and fast to bring me twice more in quick succession. Between the screaming and panting, I could scarcely catch my breath.

"How are you doing, Princess?" he asked as he lifted me into his lap for a kiss.

"Good... so good," I moaned, drunk with sensation. Everything was sensitized, but at the same time, floating.

Elatha kissed me deeply as his fingers plucked at my taut nipples, and I arched towards him. It was like my breasts and core connected as two ends of a live wire.

After flipping me to my hands and knees, with my face pressed down onto the beach, he entered me from behind. Gods, his cock was so deep in this position, and I fucking loved every stroke. Bracing myself with hands clenching the sand, I drove my body back to increase the force of each thrust. 

Elatha growled and smacked my ass, drawing mewling moans from me as I shoved back harder. 

With those clever fingers, he reached around to my aching breasts and plucked at my nipples as he rode me. It had me shuddering in climax within a few short minutes. Elatha joined me, groaning out his pleasure.

After pulling out, he inserted two fingers, curling and twisting in my still spasming core as his thumb caressed my ass.

"Do you want me to finish you here, Princess?" Elatha asked, his voice deepened to a sinful rumble.

"Yes. Gods, yes," I panted, squirming with anticipation.

Withdrawing from my core, he pulled our juices to coat my ass, sliding those slippery fingers inside. At the same time, I watched him stroke his cock with hard, firm movements until, pressing in just enough to start to stretch me, he came. The sensation was so hotly erotic that as each pulse erupted, gooseflesh shivered over my skin.

Using the added lubrication to ease in further, he pressed first that wide silver head, then sinking the rest of his thick midnight shaft right to the base.

My limbs trembled, even braced with my forehead on the sand. Elatha was large and knew it, letting me adjust to the stretch before he started to move.

"How are you doing, Princess?" 

"Gods, so huge. Don't you dare fucking stop," I moaned.

"Yes, and your tight little ass is gripping me with the force of an octopus clinging to its next meal." Starting slowly, he pulled almost out, then sank back in again, over and over. The sinfully erotic sensation had the goosebumps shivering up my spine in waves.

"Do you like that?"

"Fuck yes." 

Those clever fingers plucked at my clit.

"Harder, please Elatha." 

"Cum for me once first, then I'll go harder," Elatha demanded, thrumming my clit as he continued his slow strokes.

In desperation, with the climax so close but hovering just out of reach, I grabbed his hand and guided those strong fingers in a rougher rhythm. Gentle wasn't getting it done, and he figured it out fast. The orgasm boiled out of me with a shriek and violent bucking of my spine.

As I tightened even more around him with each writhing movement of my body, he groaned. When his cock twitched and jerked, I knew he'd cum as well.

Quickly recovering, Elatha increased the pace, slamming that exquisite cock in with every delicious thrust. Plunging two fingers into my pussy, he began alternating, fucking both.

Vision went hazy as the heat built, creating a tingling in my abdomen. Like being in a tunnel, I could hear myself keening with every impact of our bodies.

The tingling turned to sparks that landed on the dry tinder of my flesh. When it caught fire, the overwhelming inferno fried everything in its wake.