Loki, He Who Remains 4: The Perfect Curves (Patreon)

Loki threw the dart, and it struck the target dead center. He looked at Darcy and asked his question, starting with something easier. “Is Jane Foster loyal to my brother?”

Darcy didn’t expect it, but it made sense to her when she remembered he was Thor’s brother. “Almost; she did go on a few normal dates when Thor went missing for a year. But she always rejected them in the end—my turn.”

She picked up the dart and threw it at the target clumsily. She knew that the target was so far away there was no point in even trying that hard. So, the dart missed and struck the wall of the RV truck.

“I lost.” She mumbled and, without worry, took off her shirt first. The entire time, she made sure she was clearly in Loki’s view. In no time, her pale, smooth, glowing skin came into full view as she threw away her shirt. She stood there confidently; the size of her breasts was something she was actually proud of, and she looked stunning in the red, fully-filled 34DD bra.

She looked curvy and full, but in an exciting way. Loki never thought that beneath that frumpy sweater and shirt, there was a slim waist and well-rounded hips, good enough to grab onto. But right now, a short plaid skirt was still clinging on; And black stockings covered her legs.

Loki didn’t mind savoring the view. Looking at her, while her long wavy hair was wildly untied, and the glasses on her eyes, there was a new kind of charm to her.

Loki didn’t mention anything and picked up a dart to shoot again. Of course, it hit the center once more. “Have Jane Foster and Thor had a physical relationship?”

“I don’t know, seen them kissing before. More than that, I don’t think they have. She would’ve told me otherwise.” Darcy replied honestly, getting somewhat turned on by Loki’s gaze on her heavy mounds.

Once again, Darcy picked up a dart and threw it, only to miss. This time, she took off her figure-hugging plaid skirt. But to entice the mischievous god, she turned around this time, giving Loki a complete view. She leaned forward and lowered the waist until her upper thigh.

That exposed her firm, shapely, and full hips, clad in red thongs, revealing every sinful curve in her body.

She wiggled her ass as she lowered the skirt below her thighs, leaning further forward and allowing Loki to glance at her covered entrance, which was somewhat moist already. The skirt fell to the floor. The barely audible thump felt like it cued a lustful air in her.

That was proof enough to Loki that he was invited to feast upon her soft flesh. That satin-smooth skin, those creamy full breasts, those curving slopes begging for a touch; she had a fantastic figure.

But Loki felt somewhat confused. As far as he saw, Darcy was a beautiful woman in more ways than one. Her personality was somewhat bubbly, but underneath that, there was something wild, begging to be tamed. Her beauty was worth savoring, and her face, while not in comparison with great beauties he knew, was still beautiful.

He threw that dart and questioned, “Why hide yourself in loose clothing when your beauty is worth admiring?”

Darcy’s brows rose in surprise. “Wow, that’s a bit too personal, but I’ll tell you—The answer is… I hate it. Back in college, when I used to wear normal clothes, folks used to call me cow, milf, or whatnot… it was annoying. And it only attracted creeps with mommy issues.”

Loki picked a dart and handed it to Darcy, “I personally find this… quite attractive.”

Darcy unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, feeling tempted. “Alright, if you take off your jacket, I’ll answer another question. No more darts.”

It was a strange deal since Loki knew he was going to win anyway. But he entertained her, as his own robes were going to be taken off soon anyway, “Alright…”

Loki took off everything from his upper body, letting Darcy ogle his body with an open jaw. She almost raised her hands to touch his defined abs but gathered herself. However, she didn’t forget that she had lost earlier.

So she shamelessly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She heatedly gazed into Loki’s eyes, trying to see how he’d react—even folded her arms under her heavy, bare, jutting mounds to showcase them.

Darcy’s arousal showcased brazenly, her light brown hardened tips were erect, and a wide areola of similar color surrounded the peaks. It was beautiful, but her confidence was even more gorgeous.

Loki found it sexy and inched closer to her, but he didn’t touch her body just yet. He had some seeds of doubt to sow, after all. “Do you hate it that men like Thor only seem interested in Jane Foster? You standing in the background?”

Darcy’s chest heaved with the long breaths she took. “I… I don’t think about it. People find she’s their type, so they hit on her… I’m… too childish for those boring men.”

With that, Darcy stuck to her bet and brazenly took off her red thongs. She didn’t put on a show this time, keeping her eyes locked on Loki. She left her red thong hooked on her finger, dangling it right in front of Loki. “But it doesn’t mean I can’t go for the bad boy…”

Just like her creamy smooth skin, her pubes were also trimmed, almost as if she was inviting him to just do it.

Loki’s eyebrow rose up with interest. He loved it; such women were interesting and exciting to spend time with because of their willingness to do everything. He got closer to her until he could feel the tip of her mounds touching the lower part of his chest.

Keeping his eyes fixed on hers, Loki placed both hands on the side of her hips, and felt her smooth skin. Her flesh was so soft he felt his hands dig in with a bit of pressure.

“I don’t know about others… But I find this body and the mind inside—quite refreshing.” Loki responded.

Darcy threw the panty aside and smiled. She wasted no time and immediately jumped on him with one of her arms around his neck. She pulled herself closer to him, although her heavy bosom limited their closeness.

Darcy kissed him; her tongue invading his mouth with scorching desire, and their tongues intertwined. Loki was slightly taken aback but allowed her to explore; he had guessed she was wild but never noticed she had this much craving. Darcy had a long-suppressed thirst, and Loki had broken the dam.

She couldn’t hold it and rubbed her other hand on Loki’s groin to feel his erection.

“Hmph… so this is how big… a god can be?” She muttered in whispers.

Loki smiled evilly, then cupped her bare breasts in his hands. Though they overflowed from the gaps between his fingers, they were beautiful and large alright. The feeling was majestic; her skin was softer than the finest silk. His fingers melted into her skin as he kneaded her, feeling more and more excited to ravish this woman. She seemed like the type to enjoy the wild side. “This wasn’t part of the game… You should get a penalty for that.”

Darcy looked at his face with a seductive smile and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Penalty? What sort of ‘punishment’?”

Loki looked down at his growing bulge, “I think you know.”

Darcy followed his gaze and knew what he wanted.

“Hmm…, such a demanding prince,” Darcy replied with a giggle and got on her knees. Her desperate fingers worked their way and untied his pants, then proceeded to lower them.

Darcy quickly pushed Loki’s underpants down and gripped his shaft with both hands. Her fingers couldn’t surround him fully, which excited her even more. She started stroking his blatant, aggressive, magnificent rod.

Then she parted her seductive lips and took the swollen knob in, rubbing her tongue around it and sucking it with force, mixing it with her slippery warm saliva.

“Ugh…” Loki was amazed that he grunted so soon. Sure enough, he knew this girl was not the delicate type.

Wanting more pleasure, Loki voluntarily stepped out of his pants and parted his legs a little. Then, he placed his hands behind Darcy’s head and, without a warning, plunged his length into her wet mouth. His shaft reached the back of her throat as he showed no mercy. The thick saliva and the warmth emanating from her were intoxicating.

Darcy was taken aback, she gagged a bit when his knob hit the back of her throat, but as she did, she cupped his balls gently while sputtering spit from the sides of her lips. The entire time she kept her eyes looking up at Loki, her expression of surrender seemed evident. It aroused Loki even further.

He moved his hips to let her breathe and grabbed her long, raven-black hair firmly. Then again, he thrusted in deep, all the way, until he could feel her nose and breath on his pelvis. But instead of gagging her this time, he began fucking her mouth mercilessly, plunging into her with his thick length.

“Ummmmh…” She moaned, the sound echoing so violently that her ample hills rocked with Loki’s movements. Yet, her eyes never left Loki’s form, and it felt so divine, even more so with her looking at him from behind her glasses. The mascara around her eyes was smudged with tears, which thrilled Loki like never before, hardening his throbbing cock further and making him crave to do her ruthlessly.

Darcy stayed on her knees and allowed Loki to do anything to her. She felt her jaw go sore and hurt a little, but still lost in lust. She wanted everything this man had—a god, no less.

Loki had infinite stamina, but Darcy didn’t. Soon enough, Darcy’s eyes started to wane, and her spit dripped down from the corners of her mouth, creating long strands. Her head stopped moving onto his shaft, and he realized she was tired.

He felt amused. Why didn’t this woman try to stop me to free her mouth?

Finding a release in her mouth wasn’t his plan anyway, so Loki decided to change their little game. “Is that all?”

Darcy opened her eyes and felt her throat was finally free from his straining shaft. She smirked and gestured toward the foldable bed behind her as she wiped her mouth with her hands. “Why don’t you lie down, and I’ll show you…”

Loki looked and felt somewhat disappointed. The RV truck didn’t have a decent bed, much less big enough for what he was about to do to Darcy. “Nothing a bit of magic can’t change.”

Using his powers, Loki unleashed transfiguration on the end of the RV. Everything vanished, and a large bed with a soft mattress appeared, but it looked like a complete room, with walls that soon formed and a little door separating the rest of the RV.

Darcy felt her damp folds salivate in anticipation of Loki’s length. His magic was an exciting sight to see; she wondered what else he could magically transform into something bigger. She stood up, feeling a little wobbly from being on her knees for so long.

Pa!—Loki couldn’t help but lightly slap Darcy’s inviting, trembling ass. He further gave her back a squeeze, letting her know he wasn’t going to be very gentle.

Darcy licked her lips and followed him into the room he had magically created.

She closed the door and saw Loki half lying down with his back resting on the headboard, his erect, throbbing cock twitching as if calling for her. His smirking lips and wicked eyes drew her on top of him.

Darcy crawled on all fours onto Loki’s legs and then stopped after her lips touched his member. She nestled his phallus between her ample breasts and pressed them together with her hands while licking his head with her tongue. In no time, she began to massage her breasts, sending tremors of pleasure through both of them.

The feeling was heavenly. Loki’s mouth let out an unconscious, delightful hum, feeling as if a warm and soft, finest silk had draped over his hardness, causing him to close his eyes in ecstasy. Even if her hands couldn’t, Darcy was able to cover his whole length, burying it between her mounds.

“So you like that?” Darcy asked him while increasing her movements and bringing her face down to give his swollen tip a lick whenever she could.

Loki felt great enough to not care about her lowly words, answering with a simple hum.

She smirked and spat in the crevice between her mounds. Her sticky fluid gave way to faster movements.

Loki just silently rested with his eyes closed. The squelching sound of her skin, saliva, and his cock squeezing together felt dirty and arousing. It felt as if there was no shame between them, and they had known each other for decades.

Darcy truly tried to bring Loki to a climax and used all means necessary. Alternating between using her mounds and mouth, she toyed with his balls, caressing his mind-melting shapely abs.

Finally, Loki opened his eyes and looked down. At a glance, he noticed Darcy’s smeared face, her raven black hair occasionally stuck to her saliva on her mouth and glistening breast, which seemed swollen red.

When his eyes met Darcy’s dreamy green eyes, he felt it was time to get to the main course. He sat up and grabbed Darcy’s delicate hand, and pulled her up towards himself.

He snapped his finger, and a towel appeared in his hand, which he used to softly clean her face and cleavage, showing her his gentle side before the beastly.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer, making her straddle his lap, writhing against one another and feeling the sweltering heat of their core. Darcy wrapped her arms around Loki’s neck and looked down eagerly.

Loki only felt her tender, voluptuous bosom press onto his face, so soft that he wanted to clench and savor them. So he started with her tight buds. He took a mouthful of her delicious mound and licked, pressing his tongue on the tips, and used his teeth to create a sensation of uncertain excitement.

Darcy began quivering right on his lap and grinding herself on his throbbing manhood, the slick wetness of her excitement moistening his cock as well, and it seemed she’d take him in herself.

But Loki pleased himself with her shapely breasts and her curvy waist. She was truly perfect—somehow, even with so much, she wasn’t out of shape. She looked gorgeous, with everything right where it should be.

Loki’s rugged breath warmly brushed past Darcy’s saliva-glazed peaks, making her feel his closeness, arousing her such that her buds tightened further. “It’s a crime to conceal these in your loose clothes.”

Darcy giggled and arched her body willingly, pressing Loki’s mouth between her sensitive

mounds. “Because nobody saw me like that, ah hoh… b-before! You’re so good with that… mo-mouth! Oh!”

Loki almost chuckled, feeling her reaction when he grabbed her breasts with both hands and sucked on her throbbing tips at the same time.

“But I’ve merely started,” he muttered into her gentle flesh.

“What?”

Thud—Loki easily clenched her butt with his hands, lifted her slightly, and turned around to pin her below his body. He was much taller than her and also muscular. Despite Darcy’s curvaceous frame, she found his arms warm and big enough to not feel out of place.

He weighed down on her hard as she wrapped her thick legs around his waist. She loved it and invited him to do more. So, Loki stopped using his hands to support himself and let her feel his weight.

With his freed hands, he caressed her head with one, and the other went to play with her heavy mounds. He nestled his face between her neck and licked her, kissed her, and softly bit her, tickling her to wriggle beneath him.

But then suddenly, he grabbed her hair, careful enough not to hurt a female mortal. His lips began moving wildly, and his teeth bit her creamy pale neck, leaving a tiny hint of a mark. His hips began thrusting, dry-humping her. The bed moved, the truck bobbed, and the mattress springs cried out.

Darcy moaned roaringly under him, digging her nails on his back, clawing his hair in ecstasy.

“Ah ah!!” She was quite vocal.

Loki slowly moved lower and began kissing the valley between her mounds, licking it, biting her tips. His one hand left her hair, and his fingers began probing her mouth to wet his fingers. Loki kept going lower and lower until his tongue neared her belly button. Her shapely, curvy belly was soft and smooth—his licks and kisses tickled her, teased her to raise her chest, arching her neck.

But when Darcy noticed he stopped going lower, she tried to push his head down and wrapped her thighs around his shoulder. “L-Lower pl-please… This i—aaaah…!”

Loki, amused by her request, went a little lower. He dug his moist fingers into her milky inner thighs, spreading her apart, exposing her dripping slit. It was beautiful, pink, and tight, and surprisingly, Loki didn’t find the scent repulsive but rather exotic.

Darcy moaned when his breath touched her most sensitive spot. She clenched Loki’s head between her thighs, cushioning him with her warmth. The expectations of his probe frustrated her, wanting it, craving it.

Loki rather enjoyed her thighs around his neck. They felt like cushions. He looked down again at the inviting entrance and finally plunged his mouth down.

He grabbed her waist with both hands tightly and used his tongue to invade her core. Being a god, he was vigorous. His tongue caressed her clitoris while flicking it into her entrance occasionally, sliding in for a quick tease. It gave her a sense of yearning, asking for more; longer, deeper, harder. She moaned louder than ever before.

Darcy, coming close to her release, rubbed Loki’s hair, while rocking her hips like waves to meet his tongue. Her body passionately quivered as she rubbed her own breasts in longing.

“Loki! I’m coming…ah! O-oh… yes… please… more! I’m yours—ruin me…” She muttered anything that came to mind while heaving short breaths, curving her belly and chest. “Faster… There… Yes… Yes…”

Loki started using his fingers now, as he had no desire of being drenched in her juices. He beckoned his head but ferociously used two fingers, thrusting slowly into her while his thumb rubbed her sensitive clitoris.

“Aaa… Yesss…” She gasped and melted onto his fingers. A pulsating wave of pleasure drowned her in wild ecstasy. Her body heavily shuddered and convulsed, climaxing with a shattering release. Her loud moans echoed in the room, and her flustered face continually held a wide smile of satisfaction.

Tired and recovering from the release, she took long breaths while staring at Loki, who slowly slid back on top of her.

Feeling his heated passion, she welcomed him with open arms and pressed herself against him when his shaft came closer to her slippery softness. With their faces close to one another, she began licking his neck in the heated moment. “Umm… where… were you all… these years?”

She tried to hug his body tightly as if she would never let him go. Loki, as well, moved against her while letting her lick his neck.

Eventually, Darcy gathered her breath and lifted her head to Loki’s ears. She licked it at first and then whispered with an intoxicating voice. “Loki…”

“Hm?” Loki responded.

She giggled and whispered closely in his ears, breathing into him and letting him know she meant what she was about to say. “I want you to fuck me silly…”

Now, that was something Loki had never heard before. He lifted his head back and looked at her face. “Are you sure?”

“Well, this is probably the only time I get to fuck a god—I’m fine as long as you don’t kill me,” Darcie replied, caressing Loki’s face with a look of hunger. “I’ve never felt this way with any other man before…. I want you in me… Right now.”

Loki smiled with a hint of wickedness and stood back on his knees, displaying his erect length. He pulled her up again and lifted her, one hand behind her back and one under her thighs. “Let’s make it more exciting.”

Darcy already felt the heat in her core rising from the excitement. “I’m all yours...”

Snap!

Loki teleported them away and, in the next moment, appeared standing on top of the RV truck. Even the mattress appeared on it, ready to be ruined, like the curvy woman in his arms. The sun was setting, and the desert winds had become a gentler breeze; it was perfect timing.

“Woah—You’re wilder than me,” Darcy commented, her nips going erect when the breeze stroked her body. “Sex out in the open air… This is a first…”

“On all four,” Loki ordered her abruptly. “You said you wanted me to ruin you… let’s see if you can last.”

Darcy smiled, drawing in a deep breath as her breasts perked up. She slowly lowered herself to her knees first and then to her hands. “Yes, Master…”

Loki’s shaft twitched at that. He didn’t know why. “Hips higher.”

Darcy quickly lowered her waist and raised her hips up as if inviting him to ravish her. “I’m ready for y—”

Before Darcy could finish speaking, Loki knelt down, positioned his bulging cock at her entrance, and without warning, rammed it in. She was already wet, but she was very tight. The walls clamped down around his swollen manhood and squeezed him. He felt some resistance, and wondered if he should truly go all in.

“Unnn…” Darcy groaned in moans and some pleasuring pain. “Give it to me—hard!”

Loki was amazed at the woman, and then focused. He pulled himself out a little and then again, with a swift motion, thrust in, this time harder, and went all the way in. He started moving as he savored the feeling of opening her up, and the view was also delightful. Her raised, milky soft, and silky smooth curvy ass was asking to be ravished.

He loved the sight of his length plunging deep inside her moist, needy place and the other diamond-shaped entrance, which he didn’t plan to explore just yet. But she was clean, her skin impeccably spotless.

In her own right, she had impressed Loki despite being from a weaker race.

With that, Loki started moving, slowly at first, pulling his length out all the way until almost the tip and then plunging back in with a resounding clap, hitting her deepest peaks. Slowly, his pumping moves picked up the pace, and the long thrusts slipped inside the earthling woman. Her constant moans changed pitch with each thrust.

“Loki…f-feels… so… good…” She groaned and moaned at the same time.

Pa!—Loki kneaded her ass and slapped it, not once but many times, until it turned red. He embedded himself deeply with each thrust, filling her and spreading her wide, perhaps ruining her from ever being satisfied by any other man. Loki himself found a unique satisfaction, experiencing his release building up slowly.

“Ah ah ah… ffffuck… uh…” Darcy gritted her teeth as Loki grabbed her arms and pulled her back up until her hips rested on his pelvis. His one hand wrapped around her curvy waist, and the other hand held her chin to turn her face sidewards. All the while, his powerful movements created loud claps, mixed with the squelching sound of their juices combined, thick and sinful, but he didn’t mind.

Loki was simply, plainly, unashamedly, fucking Darcy—nothing less, nothing more, just ravaging her as she had begged for, fucking her brains out, exploring her insides like never before. He kept at it for almost half an hour, breaking Darcy in the true sense. Her moans never stopped at that point, her mouth never closed, and her eyes never stopped tearing.

“FuCk mE…” She couldn’t keep a straight voice. It shivered with Loki’s frenzied thrusts, and her wanting became reality.

Loki truly enjoyed doing her. There was so much to do with her other than just moving his hips. She responded with her tongue when needed, he squeezed and twisted her mounds when he desired, and other times, he just hugged her waist tightly and increased his pace.

“I’m coming! Yes aa… aaah… Loki!” Darcy cried out with inhibited satisfaction, though she didn’t have the strength to shout anymore.

Loki didn’t stop, nor did he give her time to adjust. While her body stiffened and trembled, he kept impaling his cock inside. Her frenzied explosion dripped down from her slit and the corners of his shaft. Loki felt the warm juices fall on his legs and slid down, but he didn’t mind and broke her.

Darcy slowly stopped reacting, and only her muffled moans came out. She never for once asked him to stop. Her ability to last was remarkable.

But just then, Loki noticed something. The night hadn’t fully descended, and in the distance, a car was headed toward them. Amused, but once he used his senses to see who was inside, he felt mischievous.

As if his arousal was reignited, his length regained all its glory and grew inside Darcy’s pussy harder than before. The throbbing veins on his member sent waves of splendor inside her—she could feel it below her belly—the sensation of being full was exhilarating.

Soon enough, the car stopped close to the truck, and a brown-haired, slender woman came out. She rushed toward the RV, her gasps hidden behind the hand on her mouth and her brows furrowed.

“DARCY!” Jane Foster shouted. “Loki! Let her go… How can y—!”

Loki increased his thrusts, the sound of their flesh hitting one another and their juices splotching together was music to his ears. Fully naked and sweating, they had no shame. He fucked Darcy harder, grabbed her breasts, and squeezed them in his palms—all the while his eyes focused on Jane Foster.

“Loki! What mind games have y—”

“Go away, Jane, oh yes… fuck me harder… deeper yes…!” Darcy shouted and moaned. “I wanted this!”

Loki licked Darcy’s ears and whispered, “I’m close.”

“Not inside.” Darcy immediately returned to some sense and freed herself from Loki’s shaft. But she wasted no time and got on her knees. She took his whole length into her mouth, gagging herself on it, licking the thick, sticky juices that sputtered from the sides of her mouth.

Loki could see Jane was appalled and speechless as he enjoyed himself. He looked down at her with a proud smirk.

Snap!

Again, Loki teleported them and, this time, appeared back inside the RV.

Darcy bobbed her head, licked him from the sides to the tip, sucked on his balls, and then took him entirely until he hit the back of her throat. She coughed and gasped but kept him inside.

Loki wanted a release, so he grabbed Darcy’s head and thrust his hips intensely. Darcy simply closed her eyes and let him have his way. She choked at times, but he would always give her a moment to breathe.

“Almost…” Loki grunted and felt his balls twitch. The heat in her mouth was welcoming, and quickly, his hips lost control, and small thrusts tried to inch deeper into her throat. She gagged the whole time but kept him inside.

In no time, Loki pulled back a little and, with a passionate pulsating wave of his body, erupted in her mouth. It was a mouthful, enough that it leaked from her mouth, and some drops fell on her swollen breast. But she wasted no time gulping it all and lifted her breast to lick it clean.

Darcy giggled and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She was tired, and her eyes were barely open, but her spirit wasn’t dead. She noticed a look of doubt in Loki’s eyes and took it upon herself to fix it. “Until I fall asleep with you, you can do anything you want… How about another ride, cowboy?”

Loki felt as if he was making love to a wild Asgardian woman, a much-much better Asgardian woman, and not an earthling. But he was a bit surprised, almost getting a soft spot for her.

He again lifted her in his arms, but instead of falling on the bed, he lifted Darcy up, putting both his hands underneath her thighs. He then pinned her to a wall and began plundering her core with his cock.

Darcy hugged him tight and rested her head on his shoulder while moaning to herself. There were no safe words. She didn’t want any—this was an experience she wanted to fully feel inside her.

Bam!

“Just stop! Why are you doing this!?” Jane Foster suddenly barged into the little private room, shouting.

Darcy groaned and kissed Loki on the cheek, whispering something. Loki lowered her delicately, helping her when she almost stumbled.

Darcy stood with her arms crossed under her breast, glaring at Jane. “Can’t you just leave? I wanted this—he did nothing but help me, not leave me wandering in the middle of nowhere or in a town in the middle of nowhere. Just go, Jane, you have Thor—Just let me have this once.”

Jane was taken aback by Darcy’s attitude and stepped back. Darcy showed no kindness and slammed the door shut in her face, and turned to smile at Loki. But she went to the bed and fell down on her back while keeping her legs spread.

“Can I rest a little—while having you inside?”

Loki shook his head at the woman’s madness, laid on top of her missionary, and slid inside her depth. Once again, the shameless, unquestionable, wild fucking ensued, the scent of their sex filled the air, and the claps resounded even outside—for a certainly someone to hear.

“Ah! Loki…” Darcy muttered. “That’s it… I’m…”

And she had another release, but Loki never stopped as her titillating eyes were still looking at him. Unstoppably, he slid in and out of her depths, leaving her pussy reddened from the intense sessions of fucking—it had been over two hours. He pressed onto her, feeling the warmth of her body and savoring her mounds.

Eventually, Loki felt his back tighten and his shaft throb. He surprisingly felt another release. But respecting Darcy’s wishes, he pulled out of her unforgettable depths and plunged his length between her breasts. He began fucking them instead for a few minutes.

“Open your mouth,” He ordered and pushed the burning head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked him as if she was trying to pull his cum out. He didn’t disappoint her either and came inside her mouth, once again, filling her to the brim, but she didn’t let anything fall out this time.

Proudly, she swallowed it all and finally closed her eyes in exhaustion.

Loki watched her fall asleep in an instant. She was forcing herself to remain awake the entire time to match his stamina. He felt it was a commendable thing. So, he used his towel and wiped her clean before putting the blanket on her body.

He stood up then and stretched his arms. His rod was still fully erect, but he couldn’t do anything anymore, as it was going to take some time to calm down. However, he could feel something exciting was coming that made it even harder.

He walked over to the room’s door and abruptly opened it. Right there, Jane was sitting with her ear plastered on the door.

“Ah!” She yelped and jumped back in shock.

Loki narrowed his gaze at her and noticed a slight dampness in her light blue jeans between her thighs. He smirked, sensing her weak mind ready to be influenced, perfect to sow some seeds of doubt. He walked toward her, scaring her enough that she stepped back.

“I don’t know what happened between you and Darcy, but stay away from me!” Jane shouted, noticing Loki naked with his erect manhood. Her gaze almost never left his shaft as it throbbed and stayed erect, bigger than she had seen any before.

Jane felt her breath going faster, her face flustering red. Her heart began to beat like no tomorrow, and Darcy’s moans, as well as the scenes she saw, started flashing in her mind. She felt anger, but something strange as well, something she couldn’t put her finger on.

Loki continued coming closer, eventually reaching her face-to-face. She was shorter than him, having to look up at him and talk. She tried to push him back with her palm, only to feel his naked abs press underneath her fingers, turning her further red and taking away her ability to think straight.

“Loki, stay back.” She firmly said, lacking her shouting tone from before. There wasn’t even any room to step back anymore.

Arrogantly, Loki placed his hand on hers, which rested on his abs. “If this little sight makes you feel ashamed, you need to see the orgies in Asgard that I and Thor have participated in. Just the two of us and a dozen women—those were the days.”

“What?” Jane exclaimed, her head going blank at that revelation. Immediately, she remembered the first time she saw Thor and how he smirked seeing her despite being naked, not flustered at all.

Jane looked at Loki’s face, “I’m not some concubine… or something, to him…. Right?”

Loki raised his other hand to push back strands of Jane’s hair that fell over her face and tucked them behind her ear. While he used his other hand to slide Jane’s hand down to his lower stomach. Then he guided her ‘almost’ unwilling hand further down. He noticed she was biting her lips, almost yearning, but her eyes were filled with doubt, never looking down.

“Oh, you poor girl. Thor hasn’t done you yet?”

“What?!” She blurted out. But in doing so, she didn’t realize when her hand took hold of Loki’s erect, warm, and throbbing girth. She quickly looked down and was speechless. Her eyes opened wider, seeing her slender fingers couldn’t fully grip his girth.

Loki stepped closer, and his shaft pressed onto Jane’s belly, yet she didn’t say anything and kept staring at his member; dazed and silent.

Bam!

“Jane! Are you inside?!”

“NO!” Jane came out of her trance. “Thor!”

Loki smirked and vanished before the oaf barged in, only to appear back in the bed with Darcy.

He held Darcy’s body closer and spooned her from behind. He closed his eyes as well to rest since he had done nothing in the past three days but strenuous activities.

Though he savored the talks he heard in the other room.

Jane rubbed her hands on her shirt to clean her palms from the mix of Loki and Darcy’s juices that were on his cock.

Thor foolishly made things worse by detailing orgies to Jane when she asked. He spoke with a tone of pride, finding nothing wrong with it—the good old days, as Loki had mentioned.

Loki just sighed and cupped Darcy’s breasts in his hand and fell asleep, satisfied with what he had. “I’m loving this new life...”