"Baby, I'm going to fucking come if you keep talking like that," he says.
There's something about tonight. Change is in the air, dark and sinister. The end could be near, and this is all we have. So I take it and beg for his come.
"Shoot it inside of me," I say.
The consequences aren't important. The only thing that matters is this.
He holds my hands and interlocks his fingers into mine. Cups my tits and feels my stomach before lurching completely forward and fucking me like a caveman. He turns ruthless and brutal, slamming me as hard as I had been picturing for days.
The wind rushes around us and he seizes up almost instantly. He grows harder inside of me, filling me to the brim with his thick shaft.
He is power. He is malevolence. He's a fucking god, but he fucks me like a devil.
"Coming," he grunts.
"Ash," I moan and bite my lip. I want to say the three words that mean the most, to dive into the love I currently feel. But I'm afraid. I'm lost within his hold, within the darkness that comes before a great light.
Love is the only answer, and I yearn to accept his and give it back tenfold.
"Shoot it," I say. "Give me all of you."
He can't hold back any longer. The urgency expands in his limbs, his hands, and his cock.
Come sprays against my walls, covering me and filling so much that it spills outward and around the base of his shaft. He forces in deeper and exhales, shaking roughly.
I rock my hips and twist over him, milking every last drop, taking his seed into my womb to forge a bond even stronger than that which holds the universe together.
He latches onto my ass and drops back. A seething moan escapes his lips as more come sprays my walls.
Come dripping down my thighs...
After it's over, he brings my back into his chest and forms his arms around me. His strong hands grip around my tits. Together, we lay, breathing in huge gulps of air.
He asks, "How did I get so lucky?"
I feel even luckier than him, and that's why this feels so fucking good. My heart is full of love and life, and the future seems so close, despite the odds.
I reply, "I think Odin is wrong about love," I say. "It's not an act of foolishness. It is an act of submission and sacrifice. An act of holiness."
The sweat clings to our naked bodies, and the air flowing in from the window creates a cool sensation across my breasts. He holds me even tighter, fingers loosely tugging my nipples.
He turns my head and kisses me.
"I think you're right," he says. "And that's why I need you with me. Right now, this is the most important thing in the world. Do you sense it, the magic between us?"
I nudge my head against him and breathe a sigh of relief. Never in my life has everything felt so perfect. I never used to believe in magic, but I do now.
"I do," I say.
"I really like you," he says. "So don't leave, okay?"
There's nothing to worry about when we have each other.
I promise never to leave him. And with that promise, I make another oath to never look back in time again.
Ash
"You two have fun last night?" Loki asks. A sharp grin forms on his face, big enough to taunt me.