planted my hand on the couch cushions on either side of him and supported myself that way. Odin held my hips, fingers pressing into my flesh.
“Good girl,” Odin said. “Now spread for me.” He nudged the inside of my ankle with his foot, a move I greatly enjoyed.
I spread my legs apart.
“Excellent.” I felt a lone finger touch my sex, trailing from my sensitive bud, down along my folds, and then slowly traveling back. I hissed out my pleasure. Ooh! I’d been so yearning to be touched there, and suddenly this magical, perfect touch.
“Thor, take off your pants,” Odin commanded.
“You’re not a very good multi-tasker,” Thor said, pulling off his pants, a task I had begun and left off of.
“Oh,” I said as his giant cock sprung free, golden like the rest of him, with a shining dot of liquid on the tip. “No, I can be, though.” I wrapped my fingers around the base of his dick and, one hand planted firmly next to his hips, I slowly, lustily, licked off the drop.
“Yes.” Thor breathed. “Yeah. Put your lips over me. Take me, Isis. Take everything.”
Odin continued to finger my seam as I lowered my lips over Thor, swirling my tongue around him. Thor teased my nipples with his fingers, and my heart stuttered as I felt a finger sneak into my cunt, then out, then two in. I sucked Thor as Odin touched and explored me. It was so much sensation.
“You can’t stop,” Odin said. “You can’t stop until we tell you.”
I didn’t see why I’d ever want to.
In my experience with cartoon porn, I found it not that erotic when elfin girls had to blow guys while getting fucked, but I could see now that I’d been grievously wrong in my thinking, and I yearned for Odin to put on the condom I’d seen him retrieve from his pocket and enter me, be totally inside me, while I sucked Thor’s cock.
But that thought broke apart as the three of us got into this luscious rhythm. I ceased to care about whether we were fucking or fingering or what.
A door somewhere opened.
Zeus!
I stilled.
“Keep going,” Odin whispered. “Don’t stop.”
But Zeus was right there at the side of the couch, speaking with Odin casually about going down to the workout room. I’d been excited for Zeus to come out and join in, or at least watch, but not this, acting like I was a lapdog, or a piece of furniture. I pulled my mouth off Thor, feeling embarrassed and flustered, and straightened my arm, so that, okay, I was still bent over, but not sucking on Thor’s cock.
Zeus wore sweats and a tank top, and had a towel flung over his shoulder, clearly on his way to the hotel gym. He said something about dinner, even as Odin continued to drag a finger slowly up and down my moist seam.
“Call me on the zero,” Zeus finally said. He glanced at me coldly and then left.
The silence in the room was broken only by the click of the door being shut by our mysterious fourth.
“That was awkward,” I said.
My two swains said nothing.
“What?” I said.
Thor knit his brows together, as though something troubled him. “Did you disobey a direct order just now, Isis?”
“W-what?”
“Did you follow all Odin’s directions just now? Or did you disobey?”
Odin had ceased his exquisite fondling of me. He rested his hands lazily on my hips, and I could feel his cock tipping at my ass crack.
“Well, but—” I wrapped my fingers around the base of Thor’s cock.
Thor shook his head sadly and dislodged my fingers. “What about his directive to keep going while we had our discussion with Zeus? Did you obey that?”
“It seemed a little much.” My pulse raced. “But I remember exactly where we left off.”
Odin took hold of my arms and pulled me up. “Up.”
“What?” I stood. I couldn’t believe they wanted to cease and desist. I smiled. “Come on.”
Thor said, “You agreed to obey, yet you didn’t. We need to be a perfectly disciplined group of criminals, or we have nothing. Do you understand that? We have
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