The festivities that followed the wedding were resumed in the church garden, and it wasn't long before the dazzling sunlight was replaced by the ethereal glow of the moon.

Your intimate group of friends and relatives continued to celebrate, dancing with glee and becoming increasingly merry with the abundance of ale that Thor had given as a wedding present.

With your heart racing from the exertion required to keep up with Loki's rapid pace on the dance floor, you hear Thor boom aloud, holding up another jug of ale as he toasted you and Loki — for the umpteenth time.

You came to a stop, and while it was unpleasant to have to listen to Thor try to piece together a jumble of slurred words, you were grateful for the opportunity to rest your weary legs and recover your breath.

Loki chuckled as you panted but kept you stable against him as your dizziness from the constant motion passed. You look up at Thor, whose red-rimmed eyes were sufficient evidence to show that he had consumed far too much alcohol.

"Ladies ...and...gentle.....men..." Thor began his talk by speaking even more slowly than he had the last time. "I...wisssh to," he paused, extending his arm high above his head at a pace that was a little too fast, causing half of his ale to be lost.

He pouted like a sad child for a second before staring down at the spilled drink with longing. By the time he looked back up to the crowd, he had forgotten all about the speech he was giving, and simply peered at the still eyes of the audience in bewilderment.

"What?" he asked, "Is there something on my face?" he enquired, his cheeks flushing.

The groups laughter at his intoxicated lapse in memory set in motion his egotistical antics, which involved dancing and singing cheerful sea shanties.

"Let me get you a refreshment my love" Loki said, kissing your forehead and leaving you to continue being entertained by Thor's singing.

When the crowd started demanding more than just sea shanties from Thor, Meddie quickly ushered him away. She had no intention of letting him humiliate her or himself with his terrible attempts at singing Norse battle cries. She was all too familiar with the screech of it.

With bare feet that relished the feeling of the cool grass, you swayed your hips. Dancing in a trance to the slower melody that began playing, while in a state of pure happiness.

You lost all sense of time while in your little bubble of bliss, yet, even in your state of euphoria your senses still picked up on the intense feeling of being watched.

You swung your eyes about to survey your surroundings, when you suddenly remembered that Loki was supposed to bring you a drink but hadn't yet returned.

You look around for Loki, however, having the persistent impression that you're still being observed, you instead look for anyone who appears to be fixing their gaze on you.

After tiptoeing over a number of people's heads and moving further away from where you were, you finally spot your admirer—your very handsome admirer. Loki.

You ought to have known it was Loki, as it's only the intensity of his stare that can be felt on your skin, even from a distance.

Throughout the entirety of your solo dance, he had been keeping a very close eye on you. Watching you intently as you got lost in the music.

You can't help but grin at the sight of him casually leaning against a tree with his arms folded across his chest. He's been watching your slower, more sensual dance moves with a passionate grin on his face. And judging by the gleam of lust in his eyes he's been imagining your hips swaying against something else and not just the music.

You snicker to yourself as he pushes off the tree and swings his hips, a gesture that suggests he wants you to keep dancing.

It was evident Loki enjoyed watching you slowly sway, which led you to reflect on the fact that you have never actually offered Loki a sensual dance. You may have danced together on a formal occasion, but you've never really put on a performance for him, not even a lap dance.

When you continue your more passionate show of dancing, he relaxes back against the tree in contentment, and you grin.

Soon his sight returns to staring intently, his unblinking eyes conveying more than doting affection but also strong lust. You keep making eye contact as you give him a rather erotic dance, and the intensity of the arousal created by your locked gazes only increases.

You were expecting him to walk towards you when you see him stand up straight, but instead he rounds the wide trunk of the tree and disappears.

As you make your way towards his last location, you narrow your eyes in bewilderment but also with a smidgen of annoyance. "Loki?" you whisper while circling the tree, throughly perplexed that he's nowhere to be found.

You heard a faint voice suddenly speak, "Pssst" and immediately you turn in response to the call.

There, hovering at the opening of the church side entrance, is Loki, a playful grin spreading across his face.

He holds out his hand in a come hither gesture and waits patiently for you to come to him. You feel a flutter of excitement and exhilaration as you make your way closer, lured there by his sneaky behaviour.

You take your eyes off of him for a split second while walking towards him, and by the time you look up again, he was gone. You come to the door and see it slightly ajar, and now assuming he went inside you peek in, and see only the darkness of the corridor.

You step inside and yell for Loki, curious as to his whereabouts when he doesn't answer you. You had no idea where he was, but you go along with his hide and seek game and proceed to enter through the doors that lead to the main hall—where all of the wedding decorations are still set up.

You stand in the middle of the central aisle and look around, until the noise of a door creeping closed grabbed your attention.

When you notice that Skargg is slowly closing the door, you narrow your eyes and give him a puzzled expression. However, he simply holds up his tightly clutched hand and gives you an odd smirk. But then, sudden realisation dawns on you as you fully absorb what he holds between his finger—the church keys.

"Don't you dare Skargg!" you warn, sensing that he intends to lock you inside.

Skargg stared at you squarely without making any attempt to conceal his even wider grin of amusement. He slammed the door, despite your warnings, and as he locked it behind him, the amplified sound of his hearty chuckle could be heard all the way down the church hallway.

"Moder has certainly rubbed off on you!" you shout angrily, but then realise how mild your tone was. As insults go, you typically had better ones than that—you were clearly lacking in your obscenities since having William.

All of a sudden, a startling sound from deep within the hall causes you to jerk your head around. "Loki?" you whisper as you search the shadows for the source of the sound. "I know you're up to something" you say with a sly grin. "You're tainting my faithful friends with your powers of coercion my love; Skargg isn't cunning enough to plot this on his own."

In the farthest reaches of the chapel, you can just make out the faint sound of someone taking a step forward. Following your gaze there, you catch a glimpse of what appears to be Loki's vague, shadowy outline in the dark. However, the moonlight streaming in through the window focuses solely on his boots, making them the only feature that is clearly visible.

"I thoroughly enjoyed watching you dance—the way your curvy hips moved to the rhythm was hypnotic darling" Loki's alluring voice echoed in the quiet church. "The female form is truly beautiful, don't you think?" he questions, seeking an answer.

You took a brief pause before responding, "I believe we admire the beauty in the bodies of both men and women, when you feel a connection to the soul inside it"

"So poetic my queen, but that explains why yours has me so mesmerised. Fate has said that our spirits are meant to be together, and that is why your body is so beautiful to me— but I wonder.." he paused, appearing to be unsure whether or not to continue speaking.

After a little while of his hesitant silence, you break the stillness, "Loki?" you call, narrowing your eyes to try and make out his face in the dim light. "Why are you so nervous?"

You heard him stiffly chuckle as he strained to maintain a steady breath. "Is it that obvious?" he asked with a sigh.

You speak in a calm voice while still understanding that he's anxious, "You isolated the two of us in here for a reason, my love; tell me why."

After yet another moment of silence, he eventually resumed speaking.

"I have brought you here, Kitten, because I have a surprise for you. A surprise that I hope you will accept as being a part of me, that you will find beautiful, and perhaps...love"

You suddenly felt an overwhelming mix of nervousness and excitement fluttering about in your gut. You had know idea what could be causing Loki to be so worried, but a surprise is always pleasant, right?

You stare in his direction with a mixture of curiosity and confusion but speak calmly, believing that your composed demeanour will assist him in settling his anxiety. "I would like my surprise now, Loki"

You saw Loki's highlighted boots shuffle on the spot as though he were on edge for what was about to come, and you couldn't help but feel slightly jittery yourself as a result of his almost fearful behaviour.

A moment later, the area where he had been hiding was bathed in the emerald light of his power, a glow that quickly vanished. He was still cloaked in darkness, yet the one area of his body that could be seen was no longer adorned with boots but rather.....

Stiletto heels.

Your stomach tightened and a thrill of exhilaration washed over you as you realised the source of his anxiety and the significance of wanting to discuss the beauty of the female body.

A deep breath was heard before the heels started moving and you stood there in awed stillness as she emerged from the shadows.

She continued advancing forward, her attention fixed on you, and while her piercing eyes were enticing, the sound of her heels tapping on the ground was even more so.

Your heart raced with each loud click of her heels as she moved closer to you. But she came to a halt when she reached directly under a stream of moonlight that now illuminated her entire body.

You gape from head to toe at the stunning woman who stood practically gleaming in the light. Completely taken aback to see Loki, in his feminine form once again.

The sound of her voice, which pierced the silence of the church, roused you from your daze.

"You should take a breath darling, I don't want you fainting," Hannelore's nervousness was apparent, but she hid it well beneath the humour.

Your breath had been seized since the minute you first laid eyes on her emerging from the shadows; her beauty had held your attention so completely that you couldn't help but be entranced. Your pulse quickened as your eyes swept over her in the revealing dress that exposed her cleavage. The corset she wore was extremely restrictive, drawing attention to her little waist. She was a stunning sight to behold.

"I like this surprise Lore" you remark, with a suggestive grin. "I've missed you."

"You have?" she questioned, as though in disbelief. But when she realised that you were welcoming of her in this form, she let out a sigh of relief, and her obvious anxiety began to melt away.

"We've only had a short time together, and I never had a chance to fully explore the more feminine side of you." you say.

Lore analyses you intently, trying to decipher if your words suggested friendly exploration or whether you were flirting with the possibility of a romantic relationship.

It was always unclear to Loki whether or not you would embrace him as an additional friend or as a lover in his female form. Although the latter was what he'd hoped, the thought of rejection because you weren't attracted to his feminine physique unsettled him.

The nearly extinguished candles cast dancing shadows on the walls and on Lore's pearly skin. It was almost as if she glistened and your sexual desire surged from just looking at her.

Feeling yourself grow wet at the mere sight of female Loki was evidence that your body was having a positive reaction to her. And now a rush of excitement swept over you as you geared up for a brand new sexual experience, one that you had secretly yearned for.

While she stood rigidly, you made the decision to approach her, her eyes widening in anticipation as you drew nearer. Even though you didn't know why, you could tell that her worry hadn't fully subsided. Yet, as you two got closer, you both smiled and gave each other your complete attention.

"So, is my surprise just to marvel at your beauty Lore?" you run your finger along the angle of her jaw and stop to softly grasp her chin, "Or does my surprise include more" you ask quietly as your hand slides down her neck and brushes against her cleavage.

Her expression changed from one of disbelief to one of growing excitement as she exclaimed, "You think I'm beautiful?" her questions undertone of scepticism caught you off guard.

Instantly, you understand that her hesitation was not just because she was exhibiting her female form to you, but because she was uncertain about whether or not you were attracted to her.

Desperate to alleviate her inner conflict, you swiftly cup her face in your hands and draw her in close, "You are the most beautiful women I've ever seen" you say sincerely, "and I am extremely attracted to you Lore."

Although you witnessed her eyes become watery, she quickly relaxed and seemed to melt in your palms.

You noticed that Loki was a lot more emotionally delicate as a female, Lore's eyes showed a vulnerability that you didn't often see in Loki when he was in his usual, more tougher male shell.

"I was frightened that your love for me as Loki would not extend to me in this body," she admits, pouring out her emotions.

"Oh, it extends much much further" you murmur, moving your hand down the length of her body until you settled it over her intimate area.

Her dark brows raise at your sudden boldness, but it was soon followed by a lusty smile.

You've come to learn that Loki's main love language is touch. Putting your hand on her most private part was a surefire way to put her mind at ease and settle her doubt.

With an even wider grin and now abuzz with excitement, she confirms one last time, "So you love me as both male and female?...and the fact you have your hand pressed against my intimate region indicates that you're open to the notion of having a romantic involvement with me?" her heart rate accelerated as she waited for your affirmation, causing her chest to rise and fall rapidly.

"Oh my sweet Lore" you whisper, slowly moving both your hands to her ass, "I am open to everything when it comes to you," you seductively bite your lower lip as you caress the contour of her plump behind.

You notice a change in her demeanour straight away as she lets go of all her worries due to your reassuring words and touch. She allows her body to submit to the raging desire you ignite in her.

Understanding the ins and outs of a woman's anatomy and where to apply pressure to elicit a response, you give her ass a good squeeze. After which, you return your hand to her private part and expertly press the tip of your finger against her covered folds at just the right spot. The firm pressure of your touch reached her aroused clit and sent a surge of pleasure through her body.

She squealed in surprise at the rush of ecstasy that flooded her system while you smirked and playfully said, "and like the push of a button, I turn you on."

"So that's what it feels like," she grins, loving the different sensations that her female parts offer her.

"I can't wait to taste you Lore, and give you unparalleled pleasure using my mouth" you say as you look into her eyes, and immediately you see a sparkle appear in them.

She responds with a tone dripping with desperation, "Darling, I want that so much."

She lets out another mouthwatering shriek in response to a more stronger poke against her pussy, and you knew at that moment that she was putty in your hands.

She is now, how you were. A novice, an innocent woman new to the sensual side of life. Excited to explore the pleasures of the flesh as a virgin female.

You intended to deflower her, strip her of her purity, and steal away her tempting virtue. Yet, had every hope of making Loki's first time as a girl one she would never forget, using the impressive tongue and finger techniques you had acquired from Loki to do so.

Your overexcited thoughts ran away with you and now your arousal levels skyrocketed as a result. You violently snapped her against you hard and her body jolted in response to your roughness.

"Oh Kitten" you purr, "I am going to ravish you, and it will be truly glorious"

Looking into your eyes, Lore saw a deep fire and a hunger that made her anticipation for you intensify. Yet a glimmer of dark lust flashed within her own eyes. You saw it, and knew that it was Loki, likely growling in hot lust at your mistress like dominance. But his male form remained inside, allowing you to experience him as Lore, and letting him enjoy the pleasures you so often feel as a woman.

You suddenly eye the familiar confessional booth, and remember the time Loki had fucked you against it. You grab Lore's hand and walk towards it, your decision to bring her there inspired by Loki's previous conduct in the past.

The simple act of recalling the antics you once engaged in with Loki caused your clit to throb. You felt an even greater desire to gorge yourself on Lore as a result.

"I think it's time to make our confession sweetheart" you declare, as you continue to gently guide her towards the confessional.

A surge of excitement coursed through your body as you continued thinking to yourself, "oh she's going to get it," while maintaining a smirk on your face at all times.

As you approached the wooden structure, she asked amusedly, "Are you forgetting I can hear your thoughts, darling?"

You laugh sinisterly as you grab her waist and shove her against the hard surface—as Loki once did to you—and stare at her breathless face with a passionate gleam in your eye, "My sweet Hannalore. I am well aware that you had heard—I made sure you did. You see, it was in fact a prior warning for you to expect, that you will indeed...get....it.."

She was enflamed by your seductive voice, and she writhed against you, begging for more of your touch, more friction, more of anything you could give her.

"Oh my needy girl, do you want me to provide pleasure?" you utter your words in a low tone, your breath gently brushing across her skin.

She merely nodded in agreement, but you were displeased with her reaction. You remark to her with a bossy grin, "I want to hear you, my darling girl."

Upon hearing you use more of Loki's popular literary words of endearment, another flash of the trickster god emerged behind her eyes. You clearly amused and aroused your Loki.

"Yes, touch me...please" she timidly asks.

As soon as you hear her low sounds that are almost imploring, you let out a pleased purr and begin to slowly run your finger over her collar bone, continuing over her shoulder. Finally, you push off the strap of her dress to expose more of her flawless breasts.

You drew in a deep breath as you tried to control the impulse to grab hold of her soft curves and rip her dress to shreds. However, you managed to rein in your wild urges and treat her with more care.

You repeated your action on the other side, until her dress fell loosely enough to expose the upper half of her torso. Her perky breast were on full show, and immediately you step back and drink in the dark pink of her nipples.

Her stimulated nipples grew hard, and you licked your lips in anticipation to swallow them fully. But again, you restrained yourself despite the strong impulses to grasp her body.

You moved into position in front of her and began to slowly turn her around. She showed no resistance, willingly allowing you to twist her so that she was facing the wall. Immediately your hands went to work, painstakingly unfastening the lace of her corset until it released her tiny waist and fell to the ground.

No longer being held in place by the tight bodice, her dress immediately slipped down to her ankles, landing in a pile around her feet.

You were transfixed by her nudeness, staring in admiration, and although you were eager to check out her front, you paused to admire her rear first.

Lore stepped out of her dress and kicked it away. She looked exceptionally sexy, now fully exposed and wearing only her black heels.

Your eyes followed the curve of her back until they rested on the juicy peach that was her behind. Yet as you forced yourself to resist the need to spank, bite, and devour, you involuntarily let out a growl.

When she heard a deep rumble from inside your chest, she cocked her head to the side and peered at you out of the corners of her eye. And as she watched you suppress your desires, she smiled wickedly.

She takes a tentative step towards removing her stilettos, but you yell out an instant command to "leave them on," and she promptly stops and slides her foot back into her dainty shoes.

"I like a woman in heels" you declare, while slowly removing your own dress.

Lore was able to detect your movement and made a hasty attempt to turn her head, but you swiftly barked out another command, "look straight ahead Kitten, I'll tell you when you may look."

As you had requested, Lore made no effort to observe you undress, and you walked up to her as soon as you were completely naked.

At first, you were very gentle as you rubbed your bare breasts on her back, barely touching her with the tips of your erect nipples. However, when she moaned, you pushed against her more, until your whole weight forced her into the wooden structure. As a consequence, her head angled to one side, pressing her cheek against the smooth, cool surface.

You leaned forward, pressing your smooth pussy against her nude bottom, while groaning at the contact. You soon started giving her light kisses on the back of her neck, and she whimpered while you enjoyed the sound of her soft murmurs.

As a result of the delectable noises she made, you became more insatiable. Holding onto her hips, you pull her up from the hard surface of the confessional booth and wrap your arms around her waist. Alluringly you run your hands up her front, pausing as you reach her stunning breasts.

Now heavily breathing and highly aroused, you cup her breasts with your hands, rolling each nipple between your fingers in an attempt to coax more enticing moans from her mouth.

She leans her head back, allowing you access to her neck, and you take advantage of the chance to suck below her ear while continuing to give her supple mounds firm caresses with your hands.

She closed her eyes, immersed in the euphoria of your body's closeness and the frantic grip your hands had on every inch of her. You give her an unexpected twirl, and she went from euphoric, to dazed as you throw her back against the booth.

You make a steady descent, and as you do, you feel her nude body brush against yours as you slowly fall lower. Purposely licking her nipple with your tongue before you settle into a kneeling position.

She stares down at you with a hungry mist in her eyes, her mouth agape in eager anticipation of your next move. You grin at her lustful look and lean in closer, pausing just an inch or two from her flawless pussy.

The sight of her private parts had your heart racing; her bare folds were fair in colour with undertones of pink, a picture of perfection, and you wanted nothing more than to devour her right that second. But you wanted it to last; the first time needed to be perfect.

You extend your tongue and with the tip you sensually begin dragging it along her slit in an upwards motion. Immediately upon feeling your tongue touch her skin she tensed, her breathing becoming more rapid.

She leaned further back, pushing her hips closer to you in an attempt to get you to consume her pussy. But teasingly you continue your slow agonising pace, and only after making her crazy with need did you slide your tongue between her crease, finally giving her what she wanted and tasting her sweetness.

Lore whimpered as she enjoyed the sensation of having your moist tongue lick at her sensitive clit, and the fact that you could hear her low grunts just increased your desire.

You hungrily buried your face into her wet pussy and began devouring her, spreading her folds with your hands while your teeth nipped at her bud.

She cried out when you inserted your tongue, and as you delved deeper into her slick hole, you started to curl and twist, making her legs involuntarily shake in response.

Her entire being vibrated with ecstasy and when you added fingers to her clit while still fucking her with your tongue she came undone. Her screams echoed across the otherwise peaceful church as her orgasm went off in your mouth.

She panted out of breath as you licked your way up the entirety of her body until you reached her mouth and latched on. Indulging in a passionate mouth embrace to let her experience the sweet flavour of herself on your lips.

"Did you like that, my love?" you tenderly inquire as you pull back and peek into her dreamy eyes.

She was still coming down from her high and finding it difficult to string together coherent sentences, and you laughed at the way you had rendered her speechless.

"We forgot to confess Kitten" you said amused, allowing Lore some time to catch her breath. "Make your confession darling, yell up to the sky and shout out our love"

Lore grinned, remembering the time when Loki did exactly that.

"I confess!" she boomed, "I proclaim my undying love to my queen, you have my heart, my body, my everything!"

She heaved rapidly once more as you stared into each other's eyes, enraptured by the deep love you share, before you brought your lips crashing down on hers.

You detach after a passionate exchange of tongues and say, "I'm sure the Gods accept your confession Lore" you smile sweetly.

You take a second glance around the room and beam when you see the altar table. More flashbacks of the moment Loki fucked you while you were stretched out on top of it came flooding back.

You made sure she noticed the burning desire that was once again reflected in your eyes. Yet she had no time to process the blatant display of want in them before you lifted her off the ground, her legs wrapping themselves around your waist instinctively.

You carried her towards the altar table, tossing the metal crosses on the floor with one quick swoosh of your hand and gently laid her down. You look at her from your higher position and stared transfixed as she laid there—looking so beautiful.

Her cheeks were still blushed with heat after the intensity of her last orgasm, and you smiled at the fact that you were responsible for causing it.

"Now beautiful, I'm going to continue the exploration of your captivating body" you declare, "but first, I'm missing a crucial piece"

Lore stared up at you in wonder as your white magic emanated, and within a pearlescent glow, a horned helmet materialised atop your head.

"Loki once fucked me wearing his helmet, and I thoroughly enjoyed it" you admit with a lusty grin.

"The horns suit you my queen, I shall make it a point to request you wear it more often" Lore said with a smile.

"You know what else suits me?" you ask, gazing down at her curious expression, "the glistening gleam around my mouth after I've pleasured you to the point of orgasmic release"

She gave you a sultry look, and then teased you by opening her legs. Your mouth instantly moistened as your eyes feasted on her irresistible assets. Your anticipation building at the sight of her on show.

From the corner of your eye, you notice a glimmering object—a golden goblet. While Lore stared with curiosity, you leaned across and picked it up, using your magic to fill it with red wine. You hovered it above her stomach, slowly letting a small stream of wine to trickle onto her body.

The crimson liquid pooled in and around her belly button, and settled in the hollows of her hips. Once the cup was empty you sensually began crawling up her body, your tongue never leaving her skin.

She arched her back and softly moaned as you tantalisingly slurped down the wine. Yet, as you reached the grooves of her hips, she found your tongue motion too ticklish to remain still and began to wriggle all over the table.

You smile against her skin as she produces the most endearing and titillating noises. Her giggly cries for you to stop your unbearable tickles tugged on your heart; never before have you been so taken with a sound.

You pull away from her ticklish region, putting an end to the excruciating teasing and sucked the pooled wine from her belly button. You held it in your mouth and continued your ascent towards her lips, sensing her growing excitement as you neared. You latch on to her mouth and kiss her, slowly allowing the drink to dribble down her throat.

Her eyes glowed with want and need as she quivered with pleasure. You continue kissing passionately, tongues twirling together, while your entire body and breasts are pressed up against hers on the table. Getting lost in her passionate lips, your hand shifted to her pussy and found the perfect spot to trigger another orgasmic episode.

Her soft hands began to grab at every part of you as you intimately circled her clit and rubbed your body against her. Your lips never once detaching.

Feeling the friction of her body on your inflamed clit, made your own lust and desire surge.

You both groaned into each other's mouths, and as you shoved your fingers inside her quickly, her vibrations echoed down your throat, heightening the maddening passion that you already felt for her.

Lore sensing your need to be filled, dived her hand to your aching core and did the same, both of you now fingering one another vigorously. Until Lore shrieked with delight, unable to stem the tide of pleasure washing over her body and experiencing yet another orgasm.

You were breathing heavily against her lips as you prepared for your own impending climax, and when she ordered you to cum with a harsh voice in your ear, your very centre contracted and trembled around her fingers that were still lodged deep inside you. You came hard, releasing a momentous wail of sexual satisfaction.

The two of you clung to one other, entangled in a sweaty heap on the altar table, and enjoying the closeness of the loving hug.

"You were amazing darling" Lore spoke softly while planting a small kiss to your forehead.

"No Lore, you were amazing, and simply irresistible" you reply, peeking your eyes up to hers and fixing your gaze. "I hope to see more of you"

She smiled, "Whenever you sexually desire me in this form, just ask sweetheart"

You furrow your brow, "But it's not just about sex, I want to experience you casually to. We can do activities together, or simply talk"

Lore's eyes widen in surprise, "You want to be seen in public with me like this? People will know it's Loki eventually"

"And does that matter? If Lore is part of you, then let everyone know I accept you, that I love you. I will never be shamed to hide that fact Lore, I plan to surround you with affection for all to see, in every form you take"

Lore's eyes filled with tears, and they trickled down her cheeks as she blinked. You drew her close and gave her a deep kiss, savouring the taste of the salt on her lips.

As you leaned back and opened your eyes, you were taken aback to discover Loki there in place of Lore. His male naked body now replaced Lore's female form.

"Hello my queen" he grinned wide.

You chuckled, "Well hello my king"

"Did you have fun with Hannalore Kitten?"

"Immensely, and she's promised to make an appearance more often. I'm already planning a girls weekend away—but don't tell her, it's a surprise"

Loki smiled even wider, "I pinky promise" he beamed, lifting his little finger, and immediately you hooked it with his, "she's going to love that surprise darling" he squeezed you closer and connected his forehead with yours.

"Thank you for loving all of me sweetheart" he sighed contented.

"Loving you Loki, is the easiest thing in the world"

You felt his hand slide down and grasp hold of your backside, and following a tight squeeze you release a hiss. The mixture of discomfort and pleasure making you aroused again.

"What do you say darling, do you want Loki this time?"

You feel his cock twitch against your thigh and you smirk lustfully, already aching to be filled.

"Do you even have to ask?" you reply playfully, and immediately Loki growled and rolled over on top of you, spreading your legs wide as his cock eagerly waits at your entrance.

His hair falls loosely and you stare up at your mesmerising god, his eyes ablaze with lust and passion.

"Now it's my time to ravish you my queen" he says lustfully, gently nudging the very tip of his cock into your already juicy entrance. He groans feeling your wetness, and your stomach flutters with excited anticipation at being filled.

But the sound of a tremendous beating on the church doors interrupts his preparation for a strong thrust. You both turned your head in unison towards the source of the noise, and stare in bewilderment as more blows pounded on the doors.

Loki could feel your heart banging against his chest as you recall the previous time a situation similar to this one occurred, which marked the beginning of your torment.

"Calm my queen, no one will ever take you away from me again" he leaned down; gently pressing his lips on yours to ease you nervousness.

When the strong thuds abruptly ceased, the both of you remained still and silent—in the vain hope that the source of the banging would eventually leave if you didn't respond.

You let out a sigh of relief as the peace appeared to return inside the church, and Loki chuckled quietly, dismissing the interruption and going straight back to nibbling on your neck.

The moment of calm, however, was fleeting, and was soon replaced by thunderous shouting.

"Brother! — I heard your confession!" Thor's loud voice booms, before it was followed by the very obvious sound of him falling down hard in a drunkard stupor.

You and Loki exchange glances before erupting into a fit of laughter, "Of course it would be Thor" you add amusedly, "if he heard that confession, I wonder what else he hears us get up to!"

Loki leans down and purrs into your ear seductively, "He hears almost everything, why do you think I demand you scream my name" he admits, drawing back and grinning as he observes the shocked expression on your face. However, before you had a chance to scorn him, he had already crashed his lips to yours and pushed in his hips.

You gasp in surprise against his lips, feeling his rapid penetration stretch you open, and he responds by opening his mouth wider to engulf yours.

Making slower, more sensual movements into you while kissing you passionately—you push back against the table as the gentle strokes of his cock inside your pussy send waves of pleasure through your body.

His more graceful, leisurely movements are a pleasant change from the usual, more frenzied sex sessions and you welcome the slow love making.

Your nails sink into his skin as you squeeze his behind, eliciting a hiss and a grin from him in return.

You start to whimper as he picks up the pace, your moans blending with his grunts as his own pleasure spreads across his body.

"Oh my queen, as much as I love being Lore, the feeling of being buried deep inside you is unrivalled delight" he says tenderly while in a state of elation.

As his hips drive further, you run your hands up his back, feeling the muscles flex with each thrust. You wail louder as with every rousing push, his body brushes against your clit.

"Loki, your cock is magnificent. Make love to me, fuck me, oooh gods.." your speech trails off as you feel your mind fill with ecstasy and your climax rapidly approaching.

His lips met with yours again, and you felt a deep groan rise up and escape his throat as you pulsed around him. His movements became more forceful, and with one final hip thrust, he yelled out in euphoric bliss as he released himself into you, his orgasm mixing with your own as you continued to milk him.

His lips brush lightly on your collar bone as his head droops, and he doesn't move an inch, deciding to stay firmly lodged inside you while he calmed his heavy breathing.

He gently rolled you over with careful precision, allowing you to lie on top of him while skilfully maintaining his position inside of you. His strong arms held you close and he kissed the top of your head, making you feel loved and secure. It was a sweet and intimate moment that you relished.

"It's true that I am helpless without your love, but with it, there is nothing I can't achieve. Together, as a family, we are unbreakable" he pauses to plant another delicate kiss to the top of your head, "I love you, my queen."

With your cheek flush against his muscular chest, you smile as you take in his beautiful words while listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. You knew that every syllable that he said was sincere and spoken from the depths of his heart.

"To the far reaches of the galaxy, I shall follow you, because everything I am—my entire being, is deeply devoted to you, my king. I love you, Loki"

You could feel the intense love radiating from his body as his arms pulled tighter around you. And you succumbed to him, certain that this was the beginning of a wonderful life together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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