Chapter Twenty-Two Loki

I let Heimdall rub my shoulders as long as he wanted to. And I didn't protest when he started moving to other parts of my body as well. However, it took a moment before I realized that he was washing me as he went. At first it caused my face to flush in embarrassment, like it was something to be ashamed of. I could wash myself after all and it seemed almost too intimate to allow someone else to do. I just didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. I liked the attention too much. I was starved for it. It had been years since the last time I'd allowed someone to be this close to me.

But, as the minutes dragged on, I realized that I sort of liked it. I'd always been such an independent person, even when I was a child. I never allowed anyone to help me, especially when it was something embarrassing or private. My first inclination was to force everyone out so they couldn't see my innermost workings. However, with Heimdall, it was different. I wanted him close, to let him in, so he could see all those parts of me I'd kept hidden for so long. So that I could finally be free of the burden of carrying everything by myself. And while his tender care toward my body was uncomfortable at first, I quickly grew to enjoy it. Being doted on was a strangely pleasant feeling.

Once he'd worked his way down my body and back up to my hair, I decided it was time to turn the tables. The moment I tied my freshly scrubbed hair back, I forced him to turn around as I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"My turn," I growled in his ear, giving his muscles a squeeze.

He groaned softly, melting into my touch like butter.

His shoulders were my first target. Much like he'd done with me, I worked my thumbs in slow circles until his tension melted away. After that I pulled him against my chest and worked my way down his body. I started with massaging his pecs. But when I reached his nipples, I found them surprisingly sensitive, his body jolting under my touch every time my finger grazed over them. I took a mental note and stored it away for later. My hands moved down further, working the muscles of his stomach and hips in turn.

More than once the back of my hand bumped against his rock-hard cock throbbing between his legs. He let out a little gasp each time, but I ignored it for the time being. I wanted him nice and relaxed before I went any further.

"Get up here," I said, pulling him toward the edge of the pool.

He did what I asked without so much as a grunt. As soon as he was seated on the stone, his heavy cock and balls on full display, I began to massage his thighs. Each touch got closer and closer to his groin, and I could tell he was enjoying the teasing. Already he was leaking pre-cum down his shaft, and it took everything I had not to lick it clean. Between that and the thick scent of his musk, I could barely concentrate. Eventually I couldn't stand it anymore. Grabbing his balls with one hand, I gave them a gentle squeeze, drawing a long, drawn-out moan from his lips.

"You look like you need some attention," I hummed, running a finger up and down his shaft.

"Uh-huh."

"What a coincidence," I nodded. "So do I."

Crawling up out of the water, I straddled Heimdall's waist, letting his thick cock rest against my ass. He let out another low groan, knowing where I was headed with all this.

"Are… Are you sure?" he asked breathlessly.

"More sure than I've ever been."

"What about lube? Won't it hurt?"

I reached back, squeezing his shaft at the base and milked a surprising amount of pre-cum out of his cock. "Nah," I said, smearing it over his crown. "I think we're good."

Not wanting to waste a single drop, I sat up on my knees, aiming his thickness toward my needy hole. I'd been dreaming about this for days now and I wasn't willing to wait any longer. His cockhead came to rest against me, and I could feel the heat pulsing through my body. Both of us let out a groan of satisfaction but mine was a little more… intense .

Up until that point in my life, I hadn't ever thought to play with my ass. It just wasn't something that crossed my mind. But now that his cock was pressed up against me, I quickly realized I'd been missing out on something amazing. Heimdall had already used his finger on me, but I had a feeling this was going to take my pleasure to an entirely new level.

"Ready?" I asked, looking down at him.

"Fuck yes," he growled, his fingers digging into my waist. I could see the hunger in his eyes, and it simultaneously terrified me and turned me on.

"Be gentle with me, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

With a nod, our talking ended. There was no more need for words and as I leaned back against him, I realized speaking wasn't going to be possible anyway. The way my body lit up as he pressed against my hole was unlike anything I'd ever felt. I let out a long moan, working my ass up and down against his slick cock. A shiver ran up my spine and my own dick began leaking pre-cum onto Heimdall's belly. But I wasn't satisfied with that. I needed him inside me.

Taking a deep breath, I willed my body to relax. It took a fair amount of breathing, pressure, and rocking back and forth before I made any real progress. Considering the size of Heimdall's dick, I had no doubt in my mind that I was starting this new sexual adventure on hard mode. But I didn't care. I'd get what I wanted one way or another. I was nothing if not determined.

Then, after what seemed like forever, his cockhead finally slipped past my tight ring with a small pop. And the sound that came out of my mouth was shameful .

"Oh my fucking god…" I groaned, surprised by the intensity of the stretch. It was verging on the edge of painful. But there were so many good sensations that they overruled the pain and didn't allow it through. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…."

"Damn you're tight," Heimdall hissed, his tone telling me it wasn't a critique, but a compliment.

"It… It's so intense…"

"Here," he said, leaning up and pulling me against him. He supported my weight easily without letting his cock slip out of me. "Let me help."

He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue slipping between my teeth. I sighed contentedly, allowing myself to get lost in his kiss. Slowly and without my really noticing it, the sensations began to ebb and my hole relaxed. Before I knew it, I could feel myself sliding down his shaft, taking more and more of that massive Alpha cock. When I finally took him to the hilt and came to a stop, I felt as if I could barely breathe.

"Holy fuck…" I moaned, resting my head against his neck.

"Good or bad?"

I shook my head. "Better than I could've ever imagined. Good thing you're not any bigger though. I'm not sure I could take it."

"I'll keep my Alpha form back then," he grinned, kissing his way down my shoulder.

I wanted him to mate me, I really did. The idea of being knotted by him and marked as his for the rest of my life turned me on more than I could express. But doing that came with an irreversible bond. Not only that, but we'd smell like one another forever so that we'd never be able to hide our relationship. Not that I wanted to hide him, but I didn't know what the future held for us and there might come a time where we needed to. After all, the packs were at war.

"We need to talk," I said, lifting my head and catching his gaze. "About a lot of things."

He nodded. "After this?"

I grinned, letting all my worries be tucked away until later. "After."

Heimdall smiled back, his hands slipping down to my ass. He gripped my cheeks tightly, lifting me just enough so that his cock hit all those sweet spots inside of me that I didn't know I had. I gasped and moaned as he let me sink back to the base of his shaft, taking every last inch of him.

"I want you to cum for me," he growled, teeth grazing over my shoulder as he tried not to give in and bite me. "Give me everything."

I grabbed the back of his head, pushing his mouth against my shoulder. "Anything," I replied breathlessly.

Heimdall smiled against my skin and bit down. It was hard enough to cause a sudden spike of pain, but not enough to stop it from transforming into pleasure as he continued to slowly fuck me. I moaned, tipping my head up to face the sky as the early morning sun warmed my skin. Heimdall moved me up and down, fucking me at a slow, excruciating pace that had me leaking all over his belly. With every movement I felt his cock grind against my prostate, filling my body with more pleasure than I thought possible. My muscles tensed and relaxed, milking his cock with every stroke. He groaned against my shoulder, his body shaking not from exertion, but from his determination to hold his Alpha form back.

However, he was doing such an incredible job, that I knew he wouldn't have to hold out long. Between his cockhead bouncing over my prostate and my own cock grinding against his belly slick with pre-cum, I wasn't going to last long. In fact, I could already feel the tingles filling my body as I panted against his neck.

"Fuck…" I moaned, into his ear, taking the lobe between my teeth. "I'm gonna cum…"

It wasn't a statement, but a plea. And he understood my need. With his hands still clamped on my ass, he worked me up and down faster, his cock throbbing inside me. The full feeling of having him inside me was incredible. But the way his dick seemed to thicken as I got closer told me he wasn't far off either.

"Oh fuck…" I moaned louder. "Fuck… fuck… fuck!"

Heimdall didn't stop fucking me as I cried out, shooting my heavy load all over his chest. I just kept cumming and cumming, more than I thought possible. Each time he pushed his cock to the hilt, more seemed to spill forth. However, it wasn't long before I heard his own orgasm building too. All at once he lifted me off his cock, my body suddenly empty without him. He didn't even have time to reach down and stroke himself before he cried out, shooting his load all over my ass, the heat seeping into my skin.

I sank down on his lap and threw my arms around his neck, his spent cock pulsing against my left buttcheek. Meanwhile his seed dripped down my leg while mine was smeared between us. We were a fucking mess, but it was so sexy that I just didn't care.

"Holy shit…" I muttered, heaving as I collapsed against him. "That… That was… something ."

"Yeah, it was," he replied, just as breathless as I was. "I didn't know it could feel that good."

"Neither did I…"

I sat back for just a moment, catching his gaze. "I… I really like this," I managed to say. "All of this. So much."

He nodded. "Me too."

Taking a deep breath, I gathered up my courage. "I don't want it to end."

Heimdall just stared.

"Even… Even if it means not getting my revenge."

His eyes went wide as the words left my lips and I couldn't blame him. I could hardly believe I'd said it either. Of course, I wasn't going to forgive Tyr for what he did. But if it came down to choosing Heimdall or my dead father, I was going to choose Heimdall. It didn't matter that our packs were sworn enemies, or that there was no place in Fenris where we could be together and both keep our old lives. Compromise was coming for us both, eventually. However, there was one thing I was absolutely sure of.

When the time for change came, I would choose Heimdall.

How could I not?