Thor started tickling me again. We were all laughing—even, much to my surprise, Zeus. Then there was a knock at the door. Everything stopped—the tickling, the splashing.
“Room service.” A voice called.
And Zeus looked grim once again. “You kids want to take this into another room?” He raised his eyebrows and waited.
Thor frowned. “We most certainly will.” He stood. “Isis, get out and go wait for us in the last bedroom. The one at the very end.”
I hoisted myself out of the water with as much nonchalance as possible and grabbed a fluffy robe, wrapping it around me. “You won’t get it out of me.” I marched away. Had I really just said that? I felt half out of my mind.
“Come back here,” Odin said.
I turned around. “What?” Would they spank me right in front of Zeus? And what about the room service guy? Oh, God, would they spank me in front of the room service guy?
Odin pointed to the chair. “Leave the robe. You won’t need it in there. And go lie on the bedspread and wait for us.”
“On your back,” Thor added, not to be outdone by surly Odin. “Eyes closed.”
I smiled at the outrageousness of it all. “Oh-kay.” Slowly I pulled off the robe, walked back and set it on the chair, naked under the watchful eyes of all three of them now. Then I simply turned around and casually strolled into the back hallway, but inside I was positively vibrating. I would give them anything. It was a strange secret to know.
There were three bedrooms to the suite, maybe four. The place was quite palatial. I went into the last bedroom and lay on the bedspread, eyes closed, per my criminals’ commands.
Well, I would give them almost anything, I decided. I wouldn’t be giving them the truth about the cartoon porn, though I wanted them to try to get it out of me. Or actually I just wanted them to spank me again. Or really anything.
Water from my wet skin soaked the spread around me. It didn’t matter; I felt like I was flying, completely out of control. Shivers crept over me.
Doors out there opened and closed, presumably for the room service guy.
My nipples felt cold and tight. I became aware of this buzz in my belly, erotic energy like buzzing helium. The sensation of lift.
Male voices. The door again. That would be the room service guy leaving. Zeus had his food. Thor and Odin would come in now.
I waited. Left to my own devices, I’d be lying on my side. It seemed more dignified. On my back, I was a kind of a slavish offering. This both appalled and excited me.
Heat and energy throbbed through me, and I watched the dark patterns on the insides of my lids, feeling impossibly wet and slick just from lying there.
Would Odin wear his glasses and take them off? In my current frenzy, it was entirely possible I would come just from that. Unless they made me keep my eyes closed. Then I wouldn’t get to see him take his glasses off.
The voices continued. The anticipation drove me crazy.
Quiet.
Footsteps.
I clenched my eyes more resolutely shut, enjoying this new sensory deprivation twist. My breath caught as I heard them come in. I felt something warm and soft draped over my eyes. “Lift your head up.” Thor.
I complied and he tied something around my head, knotting it at the side.
A blindfold.
The bed depressed on one side of me. I felt the movement near my feet. Somebody crawling onto the bed. The sound of Velcro, and something soft around my right ankle, then my left.
Odin? Or Zeus?
“Hands behind your head, fingers laced,” Thor said.
I did it, heart speeding as hands parted my thighs. I felt the pull of bonds at my ankles.
I gasped when something cold settled onto my belly—an ice cube! My tummy quivered. Let’s just say an ice cube was the opposite of what I’d hoped for.
“Are you ready to talk?” Thor whispered into my ear.
“There’s nothing to tell,” I said. “So I watch porn.”
Odin’s voice: “There’s more. You can’t hold back.” So it was Odin down there, wielding the ice cube. Of course, because Zeus would be eating. Also, the ice cube was Odin’s style.
Odin traced a circle on my belly with the ice cube. I could handle it. It was just an ice cube.
Then the ice cube traveled down my belly and over the sensitive part of my pelvis. Wait—he would put it there?
“No,” I whispered, not wanting my clit frozen.
But down it traveled. Slowly.
Excruciatingly slowly.
Water melted off it, dripping and drooling into the dips where my thighs began, cool rivulets over hot skin. Then I felt it hit my tender bud.
I gasped.
It was cold, but not as cold as I’d imagined. I felt the smooth form melting, drips rolling down my pussy. But the pressure felt good. Until it got cool. And cooler. I squirmed.
A hand clamped down on my thigh. “Details.” Odin.
“What? Specific URLs?” I protested.
“Whatever you’re hiding, that’s what we want.”
The ice was gone suddenly, replaced with a cool breeze. Odin blowing. I exhaled forcefully. It was so, so much sensation. Rough hands pushed my legs even farther apart.
A tongue traveled up the slick seam of my sex, up, up to the tender nub, ending with a firm, hard lick. I gasped as he licked again. He repeated, more slowly.
I was warming, coming to life. The warmth and rubbing of Odin’s tongue felt better than anything I could imagine. “Yes,” I moaned.
I felt a mouth on my breast now, sucking, laving my nipple. It was heaven. I moaned and squirmed, about to go over the edge. This was no punishment at all. It was nirvana.
Until they stopped.
“No,” I panted.
“Details.” Odin. “What is it you won’t tell? A humiliation thing? Vacuums? Ropes? A kind of binding?”
“No,” I said. “Not like that.”
“Clamps?” Thor asked. “Because we can do that.”
I shook my head, heart pounding. “I don’t do clamps. I know nothing of clamps!” Possibly a too-cocky answer, because I felt a cold drip on my stomach. “No!” I hissed. But yes, it was that again, the ice cube, now held firmly to my belly button.
“God,” I said, belly convulsing under the sensation.
“It must be very fucking-g dirty,” Odin said. “Oh, I do want to hear.”
I shook my head.
“Fine,” he grumbled, and the ice cube began to travel, down once again over the tender, sensitive skin of my pelvis and over my mound to my slick seam. I tried in vain to draw my legs together, fighting against the ankle bonds.
I felt the ice cube there.
“I’ll tell!”
“We’re waiting.”
“Cartoons.”
“What?” Surprised amusement played in Thor’s voice.
The ice cube stayed.
“More details.” The ice cube started rubbing my clit.
“Take it off!” I said.
“Tell first.”
“Half elf girls being ravished, okay?” I said. “Or girls with tails. You know cartoon porn.”
“You’re shitting us,” Odin said.
“I’m not!” I protested.
The ice was removed.
Thor snickered.
“It’s not funny,” I said. “It’s hot.”
“Ravished how?”
“Just ravished.”
Now there was the cool air. The cool air treatment again, which was both worse and better.
I writhed and gasped.
“How?” Thor demanded.
Odin’s tongue was back. I thought I would go crazy from the sensation of him drawing it up to my insanely sensitized clit.
“By woodland guys,” I panted. “I’ll tell you everything, everything, just don’t stop again. Don’t do the ice thing again.”
“Describe them and tell what they do to her,” Thor commanded. “But if you stop talking, the i
ce comes back, and it stays until it melts.”
Odin licked me as I breathlessly described everything about the stuff I’d watch, how they always tied the girl up and fucked her. He stopped when I even paused, so I kept on, trying to think of any details. I liked when they fingered her asshole, or forced her legs apart and fucked her, or two of them fucked her at once, like she’s riding one, and one fucks her in the ass. I kept on. They usually wore caps, often Robin Hood type outfits, with scabbards. And she had to be kind of a captive, but into it. I didn’t like when the girl cried—I would turn that stuff off. I like when they locked her into old-fashioned-looking stocks, in obscene positions to be fucked.
“No spanking?”
“I never saw the upside in that,” I blurted as Odin’s warm, talented tongue flattened in a most luscious way. “I might now.” And I felt two fingers slide into my slick hole and curl just so. “Oh, God, please.” The fingers moved strongly in me, moving in me in a rhythm, in and out and in and out, as his tongue mirrored the motion.
“More,” Thor said.
“There is no more. They usually find her wandering in the woods…” I began to rock my hips, feeling like I was being sucked, against my will, into a black hole of pure pleasure, which, let’s face it, I was.
“Do you want him to stop?” Thor asked.
Odin stopped.
“Wandering gathering flowers!” I blurted, and he started up again. “Daisies. Friend to woodland creatures. Squirrels sometimes watch them take her, chattering and chewing on nuts while they take her brutishly…” I was totally making stuff up now. Lord, I would’ve said anything to keep him going, licking me right over the edge, and oh, it was exquisite all the way down—down and down and down, until my mind and body exploded into an abyss of an orgasm. Wave after wave pulsed through me, washing me with sensation, from the top of my head to my toes. I heard myself bleat out a strangled kind of cry.
My bandits were murmuring between themselves, murmurs that seemed insignificant beside the sparkles inside my body.
I came down, finally, panting, blissed out, feeling like something washed up on a shore, just floppy and raggedy.
Silence. Then, “Two woodland guys?” Thor said. “Odin, we must acquire some little green hats.”
I tore off my blindfold and hit Thor with it.
He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed, pinned my other arm, too. “That was so freaking hot.”
“It was hot.” Odin released my ankles from their bonds and crawled onto the bed on the other side of me, heavy hand on my belly, cock nudging at my hip. “Did you think that was hot, Zeus?” Odin asked.
I jerked my head up to see Zeus, standing at the doorway, arms folded over his chest.
Shit! He’d been watching?
“So that’s what girls like? Those cartoons?” Zeus said. “I was always wondering who the fuck watches those.” And then he left.
“We need to get some sort of rustic stocks,” Odin said. “We never thought of that for our hideout.”
Thor grinned. “And the hats. We could do the whole outfits.”
“He was watching the whole time? And I didn’t know?” I asked.
“Do you have a problem with that?” Odin said. His five o’clock shadow was more a ten o’clock shadow now, adding to his smoldering, glittering heat. He had a tiny beauty mark at the top of his cheekbone, I noticed, that the glasses hid.
“I like to know.” So he’d been watching. I didn’t know what to think of it.
“Ears, we’ll get you ears.” Thor said, releasing my arms, trailing a finger along my ear. He kissed me there.
“Is that what he does?” I asked. “Watch?”
“He was a participant,” Odin said. “In the old days.”
Thor whispered, “At least he came in. It’s good. It’s a start.”
“You guys have a hideout?” I asked.
“Several.” Odin caressed my belly. Thor had his fingers on my nipple. I reached aside and touched his taut arm, his shoulder. I reached down and found Thor’s cock, then Odin’s. We fell into the languorous rhythm, and I became overwhelmed once again by the sensation of many hands and tongues on me, and access to multiple cocks.
In this, too, it was a lot like the ski jump—overwhelming and confusing until you released yourself to it, and then it was the best thing in the world.
“I want you to take me, to fill me,” I whispered. “Just fuck me!”
“We’re getting to it.”
I wrapped my fingers around Thor’s silky, steely hardness. Odin’s had gone out of reach, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me. He kissed me, and then he bit my lip, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was doing himself. Which was so hot.
“You want Zeus to join?” Odin breathed.
“Now?”
“He won’t now, but at some point?”
“Well, yes,” I said. I felt surprised that wasn’t evident. “It’s not something I’ve ever done, you know…” Thor was so hard in my hand. It was difficult to concentrate. I was sick of concentrating.
“Three woodsmen?” Thor asked. “You don’t know how to do three woodsmen? If only there were some diagrams or drawings we could access. If only it was animated so that you could see—”
“Don’t make fun,” I said.
“Don’t worry about the logistics, Isis,” Odin said. “We can make any kind of fucking work. We have a very diverse palette of styles and configurations.”
Again with the feng shui. I smiled, feeling intoxicated, greedy. I wanted to fuck, to be filled. “Yes,” I said, tired of words. “More. Yes.”
Odin pressed his fingers into my wet mound.
“God, yes,” I breathed.
“Turn over,” Odin whispered gruffly.
Slowly I released Thor and turned onto my belly, quivering with anticipation.
“No,” Odin said, caressing my ass. “On your knees.”
I got on my knees there on the bed. My pussy felt extra slick now, exposed to the cool air. Would they spank me? I wasn’t aware of having done anything wrong, but I had certainly built up a few infractions throughout the day.
Odin slid up to sit back against the headboard, gazing hard into my eyes. “I want you to suck me as you did Thor. And you remember how that goes? Do it in a way that makes you available to Thor. Spread your legs, baby.”
I complied.
“Thor, get back there and fuck her. Not in the ass. And she needs you to touch her to get her off. But I say when she comes.
So many commands! And he knew I needed to be touched to get off. Odin was like the Sherlock Holmes of sex. I bent to Odin and took just the head of his cock in my mouth, thinking to do some fancy tongue thing. I was so horny again.
Crinkling behind me. A condom.
“No, no, no.” Odin grabbed my hair and forced my head down onto him, clearly in the mood to fuck my mouth. “Hard,” he said. “I’ve been waiting. Hard, hard. And grab it with your hand.”
More commands. A wanton thrill speared through me as I grabbed him at the base with one hand and sucked him as he wanted.
And then I felt the probe of Thor’s cock at my clit, sliding up and down, spreading juices all around. All the nerves back there felt exposed and tingly, and I felt desperate to have him inside me.
“My balls,” Odin said, guiding my hand down to cup them.
Thor nudged at my entrance with the blunt, fat tip of his cock.
I shivered right to the top of my head, feeling like I might come already.
“You are so freaking wet,” Thor said, pressing just the head of his cock into my slick channel. “Oh,” he panted, filling me further.
I stopped to enjoy the sensation of him penetrating me almost up to my eyeballs. Or at least that’s how it felt.
Odin growled and took control of my hair again, pushing lightly on my head, reminding me of my responsibility to his own cock as Thor withdrew and plunged into me, taking me deliciously. He fucked me, and I sucked Odin, using my
hand to stroke his fabulously thick root. Then Thor reached around and rubbed my clit. It was like the three of us were all connected, fucking each other, panting along with each other, waves of erotic energy rolling between us.
No—it was more—it was as if we created a single animal, one lusty, pleasure-seeking being. I’d never felt anything like it in my life, this heat and energy, and the way the three of us together tripled it.
“A little teeth,” Odin grated. I let my teeth graze up and down his shaft, and he hissed out a breath. He set a new rhythm with his hand, pressing on my head, and now and then he tweaked a nipple with his other hand. I could tell he was on the edge, and I wanted to push him over, concentrate only on him. But the combo of us was too wonderful to isolate one thing. Thor fucked me harder, rubbing me with a smooth, slick finger, long strokes up and down. His finger felt strangely long. Odin gripped my hair tightly, a naughty new note for our erotic symphony.
Somebody panted. Waves built in me. I was about to come. I’d need to think of something horrible, just to keep from coming.
Thankfully Odin put me out of my misery. “Let go, Isis, let it take you,” he said. “Come for us.”
I was so there. His words tipped me right over the edge into a chaos of sensation.
Waves pounded through my sex, my belly, my eyes.
Odin clamped his hand harder on my head for one final push. His cock vibrated in my mouth, spewing cum into my throat.
“Fuck, mother of fuck,” Thor said as he drove into me, grip tightening on my hips, fully and ferociously invading me. “Fuck!”
Odin’s cock was motionless in my mouth, but his hand had changed; instead of the commanding head-pushing, he was stroking my hair. “Isis,” he whispered as I pulled my mouth off him.
I kissed his brown-bronze stomach and nuzzled the line of hair up from his belly button, partly to wipe my lips, and partly because I just wanted to. I kissed up and up. Thor pulled out of me, and Odin got up on his knees and kissed me—passionately.
Romantically.
We’d done so much fucking and mindfucking that this romantic kiss came as a shock, and it took my breath away. I kissed him back, enjoying him, feeling him.
I was aware of Thor getting off the bed, the bathroom light flipping on, and still Odin kissed me. Then he lowered me onto my back and crouched over me on all fours, hands planted on the sides of my shoulders, knees on the sides of my knees, and he loomed over me, and we just looked into each other’s eyes.
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