In which Loki discovers it IS possible to have too much sex.
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The next weeks were perversely, the happiest of Asta's young life. Though the threat of war and the possibility of the End of All Things hovered over them, the moments spent with her husband erased everything else. Loki dutifully appeared before the War Council the following morning, Asta pleasantly ignoring the angry expression of the Allfather. While her husband had some very helpful information regarding the movements of the enemy, there was nothing that could be done about it. At least, not right away. So, the search party returned and life went on in Asgard, even as the shadow of the threat before them darkened the skies.
But the Prince and Princess of Asgard didn't notice it, too wrapped up within themselves to care, somehow. Loki visited the medicinal gardens with his wife, admiring the growth of the little sapling from the Tree of Life. He generously taught her more magic, and the two experimented with Frigga regarding new healing treatments. Everyone knew that as happy as this moment seemed, their skills would be tested soon enough. Asta began dreaming again, but blessedly, these were happy ones. She pursued small, delicate forms, dancing in the sunlight just ahead of her, laughing at Loki to catch up. And the dancing shadows stayed ahead of them, just barely out of reach. Every time the Princess would wake from one of these lovely dreams, her Prince was there to stroke her, caressing Asta's soft breasts and the space between her thighs until they opened to welcome him between them. Life was perfect.
One golden afternoon, Loki stood on a high balustrade and watched his wife run through the ornamental gardens, chasing a child of one of the local noblemen. The little boy was screaming with excitement as Asta laughed, teasing him with tickles if she caught him. Hogun stepped up to silently stand beside his Prince, watching the games in the garden. "She adores children," he commented, this time eyeing Loki.
"Certainly," his Prince pondered, watching his bride tear through the rows of daffodils, trying to catch the child. Clearing his throat, he called, "My Lady! Attend to me, please!" Asta looked up instantly, eyes widening to see her husband and Hogun watching them. She sent the child off with a kiss and hurried towards the stairs, brushing leaves out of her hair and pulling a necklace from her pocket, realigning it around her neck.
"Would that be the Star of Scorpios?" queried Hogun politely, "The irreplaceable jewel of the House of Asgard?"
A smile forced Loki's thin lips into a curve. "Indeed, Hogun. A necklace beyond value that my wife shoves into a skirt pocket."
The faintest bit of a smirk crossed the usually expressionless face of his friend. "We know then, that the Lady is certainly not interested in the vast and incalculable wealth of Asgard. Your charm..." he side-eyed Loki, "must be even more powerful than we knew."
The subject of their conversation appeared behind them, still tidying herself. "Sir Hogun," she nodded with a smile, then looking to Loki and clearly melting in adoration. "My Intended." Looking between them, Hogun's lips twitched and he bowed, taking his leave.
"Darling..." purred Loki, bending his dark head for a kiss. "You look absolutely delicious today." He enjoyed watching the flush of pleasure darken Asta's cheeks. While his wife could conduct state affairs with all the dignity required of her position, the girl could never seem to hide her emotions from him. Running one hand down her long neck, he enjoyed the violet shadows that eagerly followed his touch. Suddenly coming to a decision, Loki tiled her head up. "Take a ride with me, my Pet."
Following Loki, Asta felt a painful twinge of grief as she watched her husband ride a strong bay stallion. As noble a beast as he may be, the horse could never match up to Fryktløs. She knew her Intended missed his friend terribly, spending hours daily trying to track the movements of the treacherous Dark Elves, trying to discern where they would hide his legendary mount. They ended up at the secluded lake with a tiny waterfall keeping ripples moving across the cobalt surface of the water. Helping his bride down from her horse, Loki mischievously slid her down the long front of him, slowly, as to feel every hard muscle and long limb. "Thank you, My Lord," Asta said demurely, still smiling at her husband's endlessly seductive behaviors. He smiled down at her, brushing a long, slow kiss against her full lips. "As much as I adore your kisses, my Intended," she breathed against his mouth, "perhaps it would be easier to show me these wonders if your hands were off my bottom?"
Playfully showing his empty hands as proof of his innocence, Loki still stole another kiss before taking her hand and leading her to the waterfall. Reaching out her hand to touch the spray, Asta smiled, "It's so warm!"
Leaning over to kiss and nip at her neck, he explained, "The waterfall feeds the pond from a hot spring, rather than an aquifer. The water stays warm even in the deep of winter." As he spoke, she could feel his long, clever fingers unlacing the back of her dress. Sagging against him, Asta barely heard his whispered invitation. "Take a swim with me, little girl."
Allowing Loki to pull her dress from her, Asta looked around them. "You're sure that no one can see us here?" Her head dropped back with a sigh as his treacherous mouth played over her skin, enjoying his bride's involuntary shiver.
"I'll execute the first man to happen upon us," Loki assured, which of course did not comfort Asta at all. But as he drew her into the bath-warm waters, her lashes fluttered and she let out a moan of pleasure. But as they continued to swim and play with each other, the hot day took the refreshment from the warm water, adding to Asta's superheated temperature. When Loki drew her under the waterfall, he enjoyed watching her lovely face raise to the spray with a blissful smile. Suddenly, her amber eyes flew open as she felt a delicious chill against her back.
"Aaaaahhhh..." she barely managed to breathe her pleasure as icy fingers found her nipples, stroking them into tight little peaks. "You feel wonderful, my Intended," she sighed, her blazing skin cooling as long arms and legs surrounded her in the warm water.
"You may turn around." The deep, sonorous voice of her husband urged her, so Asta did. Loki's eyes were fiery red, gazing into hers as if he could read her every secret thought. His blue face ridged in elaborate patterns; his cruel, high cheekbones even more rigid. She could feel the raised markings of his broad chest against her sensitive nipples and it made her shiver with a lurid pleasure, wondering if his generous cock was also decorated in those thick, elevated designs.
His unfamiliar eyes watched warily as his wife carefully examined his changes into Jötunn, touching and stroking him curiously. Finally looking up into those ruby irises, Asta smiled lovingly. "Hello, husband. You're... you're so beautiful. More than I imagined." In sudden, intense relief Loki crushed her soft form against his frigid one, feeling those long, hot limbs wrap around him. They stayed tight against each other, the chilled arms and heated legs keeping the couple skin to skin. Loki found himself rocking his wife slightly, back and forth in the water. Looking down to see her lashes fanning her face with a dreamy smile on her lips, he kissed her with those dark blue lips against her pink ones, watching the violet shadows send a spray of lines and dots across her cheek. "It's like a constellation," she murmured against his lips, eyes still closed. "Like a constellation of stars in the night sky. I can feel it from the inside of my skin." Painfully aroused by her words, the Dark Prince lifted his wife higher, forcing her eyes open as he teased her with the head of his cock. The feel of his icy width just barely inside her heated opening was too much for Asta. "Please, don't make me wait." Her amber eyes gazed into his red ones. "Please... Daddy."
With a groan, Loki impaled her slowly on his frigid shaft. "You don't play fair, Pet." He scolded. A bubbling sound startled them as both stopped movement as steam rose from the water, wreathing around them. The prince began laughing. "We've created our own steam bath, little one." Hearing her high peals of laughter, Jötunn Loki pushed her back down on him, Asta moaning rapturously as she felt each delicious ridge of his cock gently scrape against her soft walls. As Jötunn, Loki was even bigger, painfully so but not enough for her to do anything but grit her teeth. As he started moving, the raised markings began to ripple against her blazingly hot tissues, making her wail into her first orgasm almost immediately. Loki prolonged it by bouncing her up and down on his swollen dick a few times as she clutched his chilly shoulders. Asta's forehead finally dropped to his shoulder, sending a blaze of heat down his back. "You've been a bad, little girl," he scolded, voice even deeper and sinister in his Jötunn form.
"How so?" she asked, shamelessly rubbing herself against him.
"You did not have permission to come," he growled, placing one hand hard her ass to hold her still.
"Please, Daddy. Perhaps let this transgression pass?" Asta pleaded manipulatively, "I couldn't know how good your- um, how good you would feel in blue."
Chuckling, still sounding ominous with his darker voice, Loki said, "how good my what would feel, little one?"
"You know..." she mewled, still trying to make him move inside her again.
"I don't," was the malevolent reply, his frozen hand keeping her still.
"Your... ah..." Asta was trying to pay attention, but that thick, arctic staff inside her was painfully good against the coiling heat of her pussy, and she wanted nothing more than to feel those ridges scrape against her again.
A huge indigo hand took her chin and forced it upwards, making her stare into those knowing red eyes again. "Tell me, little girl. Or Daddy takes away your toys."
"That's not fair, Daddy!" Now Asta was nearly frantic, clinging to him like some superheated monkey, demanding attention.
This was so bizarrely arousing that Loki felt himself growing even harder, with an answering moan of desire mixed with discomfort from his wife, still trying to rub against him. "Tell Daddy what you want and I'll let you have it."
The combination of frigid Jötunn Loki, the steam still rising in a cloud around them, the twitching aftereffects of her first orgasm on that exotic, chilly cock and her sudden need for more made the reserved girl behave quite unlike herself. "You let me have it, Daddy!" she hissed like a spoilt child, "You let me have your cock right now!" She could feel his body shake against hers in laughter and it made Asta unreasonably furious. Dipping her head to one blue nipple, she bit at it sharply, tightening her legs around his ridged and dotted torso again. "AHHH! Daddy!" she hissed when Loki slapped her ass hard, three strikes on each cheek.
"No biting, you bad little girl." Despite the pain that hateful bite must have caused his sensitive nipple, Loki didn't seem angry. "Say you're sorry."
"Sorry..." came the sulky reply. Asta knew she was behaving like a spoiled little monster, but the hormones swarming over her brain were making her nearly insensible with need.
"Like you mean it."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Daddy! May I please have your cock again!" Even with the unattractive whine, his wife's needy voice was ridiculously erotic and with a groan, the huge blue entity gave in, lifting her and bouncing Asta up and down on his shaft, enjoying her rapturous shrieks as she came again and again, steam swirling between them from the surface of the pond.
Loki woke up that night to the insistent lips of his wife's mouth around his cock. Barely stirring, he stroked her thick hair as his lower half went wide awake in an instant. Opening his eyes, returned to their translucent emerald, the Dark Prince watched with mild surprise as Asta climbed on top of him, carefully sliding him inside her. Hands going to her hips to guide her, Loki just enjoyed the sensation of her pelvis circling against him before lifting her up to slide back down again. "My darling," he chuckled, "you were in so much discomfort this afternoon I wasn't sure I'd ever be allowed inside this heated little quim again."
It was true, Asta's extreme enthusiasm for her husband's body-particularly his icy, ridged cock-in Jötunn form meant she'd not given enough time to prepare herself for his shaft- an even larger size as a Jötunn. Loki blamed himself for the fact that he hadn't remembered either. Asta's usually stoic self was nearly in tears halfway through their ride back to the castle, and he'd finally taken her off her horse and held her sidesaddle against him. After a dinner eaten hovering just over the surface of her seat, Asta gave in and let Loki rub some soothing cream on her afflicted nether regions, which led to a round of licking and sucking against said regions...which led to another appreciative round of licking and sucking of hisnether regions. But here they were again, he mused, flipping his wife over onto her stomach and sliding back in from behind her. With a long moan, she arched her back, pushing back against him and her husband watched the glistening length of him slide in and out of her pussy. "Are you ready to come, little girl?" Asta heard his dark voice in her ear, reminding her of how much deeper and threatening it sounded that afternoon. "My voice was different?" She realized she'd said her thoughts out loud, and the girl blushed.
"Yes. Deeper, just a touch of a growl. Almost sinister- oh!" Asta gasped against a particularly hard thrust. "It was like-" Thrust. "Like-" This time Loki maliciously thrust and circled his hips at the same time, making his cock rub sharply against her soft spot of nerves inside.
"Like what, darling?" Came his low and sinuous query, knowing that his wife was helplessly aroused by that she called his "sex voice."
"Like... mmmmm... please do that again! Like... I was with you, but with a different man at the same time." she admitted, "I felt very naughty."
"Really..." That voice again, along with a rough thumb that started tapping against her clitoris. Loki's brow rose. His usually easy-going wife had adamantly refused to allow one of his clones to join them in bed. Maybe it was time to try that particular kink again. Paying attention again to her moan's rapidly rising pitch, her dark husband chuckled and soothed, "You may come." Clamping down on him in a way that forced his orgasm too, his obedient wife did just that.
As it happened, Asta's increased desire for her husband was not a one-time thing. While Loki always loved pulling his luscious wife aside two or three times a day to slide back into her, this was becoming very nearly too much, even for him. The Dark Prince stubbornly attributed it to the exhaustion of his survival while making his way back home, but he was beginning to use that soothing cream on himself as well. Still, the sight of Asta's beautiful eyes glowing gold as she appealed to him with kisses and sly strokes down the front of his pants, he could never deny her. Finally falling asleep mid-sentence during a discussion of border security with Odin and two generals from the Allfather's army, Loki woke to find only his father still in the room, an amused twinkle in his single blue eye. "You seem exhausted, my son." the man commented, watching his son straighten hastily in his chair.
With only a half finished "NOT my-" thought, Loki wearily rubbed his eyes. "Not at all. Just resting my eyes."
The half-stifled chuckle made his head shoot up in astonishment. In his nearly 1,700 years, he could never remember Odin actually laughing. "It seems that your marriage is quite...passionate, Loki. It reminds me of the first 1,000 years of my union to your mother."
"Please," the Dark Prince groaned, "please don't make me picture my mother like... just don't." Looking up to see the Allfather's raised brow, he wisely shut up.
"It does occur to me," Odin huffed slightly as he rose from the head of the table, "that the Lady Asta's... fondness for you does remind me of your mother's whilst with child. Perhaps a visit to the Soul Forge is in order." Roughly patting Loki's shoulder, the King swept from the room.
"But why are we visiting the Healers?" Asta queried, confused that her husband had literally swept her off her feet and away from a group of giggling courtiers at lunch. "I'm perfectly well, my Intended. My beautiful, lovely husband..." Loki groaned as her soft lips began stroking down his neck, adding a nibble every now and then from those sharp little teeth. His left nipple twinged at the memory of those biting down on him in Jötunn form. He still bore a circular scar, which he refused to remove with magic because he enjoyed his wife's guilt every time she saw it.
"I wanted to simply ascertain something, darling. It won't take a moment." Loki gave her his most sensual smile, knowing it would distract her from any more questions. As his wife eased on to the examination table, she smiled at him lovingly. When the Soul Forge started its glowing circuit, he leaned in to see what the Healers were currently tracking. As he watched the star-like forms tremble inside Asta's abdomen, he wept for the first time since discovering his Jötunn heritage.
"Congratulations," the Healer spoke with a huge smile for them both. "The Lady Asta is with child. With twins. They are both male."
Asta was absolutely still for a moment, then started sobbing, reaching her arms up for her husband. Loki lifted her from the table and buried his face in her soft hair. He'd never let himself think of having children, not really. The vast number of variables and the awful feelings from his own parentage always made him push the concept away. So, Loki was shocked at the sheer joy blazing its way through his heart. "You are giving me sons, my beautiful wife. My beautiful, wonderful Asta..." He covered her wet face with kisses. Looking up to see the Healer's head lowered politely, he managed to ask, "how far along in the pregnancy is the Lady Asta?"
"Ten weeks, Your Grace." Her weathered face spread into a broad smile, too excited to control it. It had been so very long since Asgard had celebrated a Royal pregnancy.
Loki and Asta looked at each other, overcome. Leaning in to whisper in his ear, she said, "The night you returned to me, it must be."
Caging her face in his large, cool hands, Loki kissed his wife again, a long, sweet kiss filled with everything he wanted to say. "It must be," he whispered back. Standing in the silver glow of the Soul Forge and staring into her tear-filled eyes, he blurted it out with none of the suave sophistication that always couched his words. "I love you, wife. I love you so very much."