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Chapter one - J'accuse
"Have you had her?" Morgan propped herself up and draped an arm over Loki's shoulder. She brushed off the grass that had stuck to his clothes then slipped her fingers underneath the open neck of his tunic to trail them across the skin beneath. The witch had a great appreciation for Loki in his many guises whether it be completely naked, decked out in leather and metal or looming magnificently in his full battle armour - which was truly a sight to behold - but this Loki, relaxed and lounging barefoot in calf length breeches and a loose fitting tunic was her favourite. This was her Loki. The one only she knew.
She also rather liked him when he was a little confused and she chuckled happily as he lowered his book and turned to look at her, his forehead creased.
"Who?”
"The tall shield maiden over there with the long black hair." The training ground was a couple of hundred yards away from the shade of their tree and they had been watching for so long that their flagon of ale was almost completely empty.
"Sif? Why do you ask?" The book dropped down into his lap as he caught the carnal glint in Morgan’s eyes.
”Because I've noticed you eye-fuck her every so often and I'm curious." She explained without any hint of jealousy.
"What in the Norns is 'eye-fucking' and when in Hel did I do it?" His rich baritone was peppered with amusement as he laid his book down, curled his arm around her waist and hoisted her onto his lap. The witch was fighting fit but she still got a kick out of his other-worldly strength and she let him pull her into a straddle across his thighs.
"You know damn well what eye-fucking is you lying snake." She leaned in for a brief, teasing kiss, very aware that his hands had moved down to her thighs and pushed up the hem of her silk dress. "I saw you exchange glances with her the other day at dinner. So tell me - have you had her?"
"Mmm. Yes, I've had her. A long time ago. You know I would never betray you, I would never lay with another, not without your express persmission?" He stole another kiss as he ran his palms around to the back of her thighs and up to the curve of her buttocks.
"I know. I'm not jealous I just want to know what she was like?"
"Bossy and athletic."
"Broad minded?"
"Oh you want her?" The penny finally dropped and Loki's eyes lit up as his imagination caught fire ."My greedy witch wants some quim, hmm? Am I included in this seduction?"
"Of course you're included, my love. " Morgan grinned and pushed herself away from his chest, leaning her weight back to display her hard nipples outlined beneath the sheer silk and her exposed thighs, hoping to entice his fingers to explore her further. "If you think she'd be willing? I know how much you love to watch."
"I do love to watch, that's true. " He was more than willing to oblige her, one hand travelling up her inner thigh to brush the lightest of touches along her pussy. "You are mouth-watering when you're being fucked. " A single digit pushed into her slit and moved in a tantalising rythmn over the hot, slick flesh.
Morgan breathed her pleasure in a long, deep sigh and matched his slow tempo with her rolling hips. "Oh yes," she whispered, "my favourite was the captain of their guard - such a vigorous young man."
"You relished his cock, my darling Dreki." Loki purred his pet name for her as he pushed two fingers into her cunt and began to thrust. His thumb circled her clit, the pressure hard, just the way he knew she liked it and he was gratified to see the straps of her dress slip and expose her lush breasts with their deep, honey coloured nipples. "Do you recall how it felt? Having him inside you?"
Morgan gave up all pretence of control and clutched at his shoulders as his thrusts grew deeper and harder. "Oh hell yes," she moaned, "he fucked me so hard.."
Loki steadied her with an arm around her waist, holding her tight so he could thrust faster still. "Come for me, Dreki..." he murmured, hearing that catch in her voice that told him she was near her climax. He spread his thrusting fingers apart and pressed them forward to find the sweet spot until he was rewarded with the violent bucking of her hips and throaty cries of ecstasy that heralded her orgasm. His fingers slowed but did not stop, instead his touch became lighter and gentler as he pulled her against him and took her nipple into his mouth, bringing her to a second climax that was longer and even more devastating than the first.
"The thought of you and Sif together is intensely arousing." She had collapsed in his arms and he cradled her gently, murmuring the words into her hair, his tone soothing as she fought to catch her breath. "I think I would like to share her with you rather than just watch, if you will allow me?"
His courtly manners and velvet voice pampered her, held her in reverence and never failed to express just how much he adored her. Morgan closed her eyes, laid her head in his chest and let him seep into all of her senses. "I'd like that very much. How about tonight?"
"How keen you are," he smiled.
"Your fault. J'accuse, " she mumbled.
"Very well then, I shall play the penitent man and bend to your will." He kissed her temple. "Tonight it is."