In my defense, Thor was asking for it.

I buried my face into the bed's comforter, trying to stifle my laughter and hide my expression. I was already nude and my ass was already on fire from Loki's smacks. It wasn't a punishment. It was a funishment. I knew Loki wasn't mad about what I did to her brother's cabin. That's why I was still laughing.

The expressions on the siblings' faces had been fairly different upon the unveiling. Thor's had been shocked and then pissed off. Loki had a huge grin that spread wider the longer she looked, but she'd been able to wipe it off when Thor turned to her...and when she realized I was watching. She tried to keep a serious façade up but I hadn't been fooled. In fact, I knew she was fighting to keep her composure now.

"You," Loki huffed in partially feigned exasperation, "are enjoying this far too much." She tsked as she smacked my ass again and then her hand stroked up my back as she perched on the bed next to me. "It was not that funny."

"Bullshit," I responded. "You loved it. I can tell."

She sighed when her hand made it to my neck and rested upon it. "I will admit, it was rather creative. Decorating Thor's living room with bridal shower decorations..."

I giggled into the mattress.

"...that was inspired, I suspect, by one of the many stories about our people that managed to survive amongst the mortals...one which actually happens to be true..."

I knew that. I knew it the very moment Thor opened his front door to see the living room.

"...but I think decorating his bedroom to look like a honeymoon suite was a step too far..."

"You're lying again. Besides, I just wanted to poke fun at one of the more interesting tales floating around out there concerning Thor. How was I supposed to know it had actually happened? Neither of you ever mentioned it."

I felt Loki's hands gathering my hair into a tail. "You could have asked me, Pet."

"I knew it. You're jealous."

She paused in the act of twisting the tail into what felt like a bun. "I beg your pardon?"

"You're jealous that I didn't include you in another prank, again. You were jealous about the drums I sent to Tony's kid, and you're jealous over this squabble Thor and I've been having."

I could feel her eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

"It's my fight, Loki. I told you that before. It wasn't your number Thor put on that billboard."

Thor's latest move in our ongoing war had been to put up a billboard in Time Square. It said "FOR A GOOD TIME CALL" with the words followed by my cell phone number. I'd had to get it changed and do all the work of informing everyone who had it of the switch.

Loki growled at the reminder. "Very well. You were justified. But, Pet? If you have any questions as to the accuracy of the tales you have read or heard about us, you need only ask."

"I'm not sure I want to know, honestly. Of the stories I read involving you when I was in college, for example, the vast majority of them sound like something made up by a bunch of horny teenage boys sitting around a locker room."

Loki finished putting my hair into the twist she'd been working on, and stroked my back again, this time lightly scratching it. "I understand why you hold that opinion."

"The one with the goat, for instance. Is it—actually, don't answer that." I really didn't want to know if the thing with the horse was true either. Not to mention all of the goddesses she was said to have been with.

Loki knew where my thoughts went and decided to answer anyway. She was helpful like that.

She patted my asscheek and rose from the bed. "The horse is not true. Not exactly. I did lead the giant's horse away, and yes, I was in the form of a mare. What the story you read got wrong was that the giant's horse was also a mare, not a stallion, and she was pregnant, which I had not known at the time. After I led her away, the poor thing went into labor. Since I felt bad about having a role in starting the whole trouble by giving what I had believed at the time was some excellent advice, I decided to gift the colt to Odin as an apology."

Loki never called Odin "Father" like Thor did. Considering what I knew of her upbringing and how Odin had treated her, it was understandable.

"And I did not lash a goat's horns to my genitalia," Loki continued, and I heard her rummaging in the closet. "I lashed them to Fandral's."

"See, I didn't need to know that. Poor goat."

"The goat was fine," she huffed indignantly. I smelled leather and heard something swish through the air. My core heated. I knew that sound.

"As for the lovers those stories attribute to me," she added softly, while I felt the multiple leather tails trailed along my back, making my flesh pebble with goosebumps. "I would say less than a tenth of those are true, and," her voice dropped even lower, "none of them were you, nor could they ever hope to compare."

I could feel the truth in those words. She meant them, every one. She punctuated them by snapping her wrist and striking my upper back with the flogger.

I sucked in a breath. Not because it hurt. Loki had never hit me with a flogger there, and... well, it didn't hurt. My toes curled and I squeezed my thighs together tightly. Of course, she noticed. "Well now," she purred. "I think my Pet likes that."

The thoughts that were coming through our bond made my pussy clench. I guessed we had moved on from Thor's Bridal Shower. Good, because we hadn't even gotten to the part where I had opened up a registry for him at WalMart. That discussion was going to be just barrels of fun as soon as both Loki and Thor found out.

All thoughts of wedding showers, bridal registries, and brother-in-laws wearing wedding gowns fled with Loki's next strike on my shoulder blades. My fingers curled into the comforter as the tails sliced at my skin, leaving a languid heat that was going straight to the wetness between my legs.

"No more laughter, my love?" Loki asked demurely.

Nope. I wasn't laughing anymore. She struck me with the flogger again and I moaned. When she let the falls caress me again, I arched my back into the touch like a cat. She lifted them off and struck my upper back again. Then she flogged my buttocks and the backs of my thighs. I had to fight to stay still...I knew if I moved, she could accidentally hurt me. It was really hard to hold still though when every whip made me hotter and achier.

I heard a thud as the flogger hit the floor somewhere. I felt Loki's hands pry my legs apart, spreading myself for her. Then I cried out as something ice cold penetrated my lower depths. I was so hot that the ice was a shock, although I should have expected it. It was one of the quirks of being married to a frost giant. That's how I knew that the ice was actually Loki's finger.

She smacked my ass when I tried to turn my head to see if she'd fully transformed to her Jotun form or just the one body part. Loki slid her finger back and forth. "Oh my. My Pet really did like that." She turned the finger and then curled it so it was pressing down on the sweet spot and I groaned. I felt her withdraw a little, and then slide back in with two fingers. Both of them were freezing, then I felt her icy thumb touch my clit.

"I do believe that you want to come, do you not?" Loki chuckled darkly. "Of course, you really do not have a choice in the matter.

Shit. I knew what that meant.

I tried to bolt but her arm caught me about the waist. She flipped me, tossed me onto the bed, turned herself, and straddled my hips. She forced my legs to spread and positioned herself so that her vulva was on top of mine. Out of nowhere she produced a...

Oh, fuck. Who told Loki about Magic Wands?!

Worse, it was the sort that plugged right into the wall. No charge for it to run out of. Loki could use it indefinitely. I was doomed.

She had indeed only changed her hand to her blue skin, and the fingers on that hand went back inside me while she used her telekinesis to move the plug to the closest outlet. My stomach lurched even while I spasmed around my wife's skilled digits. Her thumb circled my clit again. The contrast between the ice of her flesh and the heat of my blood intensified the sensations, and I panted before stars blew up in my vision as I came.

Loki tsked. "Really, Pet. I have yet to start." She turned her head so I could see her profile, and the wicked grin. "Shall we see who will be the first to, how do the mortals say it...oh yes. Tap out?"

Loki was a Norse deity and a frost giant, plus she was wielding the wand and was in charge. I was a human-turned-angel whose stamina had a tendency to fluctuate, and the only way I was getting out of this was if I communicated that I was in distress or just came out and said no—and I wasn't going to do that because I didn't really want her to stop. I was going to lose and we both knew it.

She flipped the vibrator on, shifted and leaned to make sure both of our lower parts were aligned and close together, then applied the buzzing head of the evil toy to our labium. I reached out to grasp the flesh of her ass, digging my nails in. The device was doing its work, and I was already sensitive from the orgasm she had given me. She laughed when I came again in no time.

"Losing control already, Pet?" She craned her neck and moaned while the toy worked its magic on her, and added to my torment by moving her hips, grinding her vulva against mine. Between that and the wand, I climaxed again. My nails were drawing blood, the scratches I was leaving on her deep, but that only turned her on more.

"Yesssss, good girl," she crooned when I lifted my hips to grind back against her. I watched her go rigid with her own orgasm, gasping and moaning, her hips speeding up and bearing down on me even harder.

Then she turned the damn toy up.

I bucked my hips, attempting to get away, but Loki was much stronger than me and held me in place easily. She touched the head of the toy to us both and we came together. I screamed, my body in convulsions, which got worse with the return of those frozen fingers into my channel. Loki curled two fingers inside me, concentrating the vibrating head of the wand on my clit. I howled until my voice gave out, lost in one continuous orgasm that consumed me along with the smell of our lovemaking and the gushing wetness between my legs...my fluids as well as hers.

I felt her come once more before she pulled the wand away. By this time, I was limp, unable to do anything but tremble from the aftermath of the forced orgasms. She wasn't done though.

One moment I felt her form glide over me, her breasts brushing my tummy and her long hair creating a curtain around us as she kissed me. The next, his flat chest was pressed flush against me and he thrust his hard cock inside me.

I'm not sure how, but he managed to coax me to come a few more times before he spent himself. I didn't have the energy for pillow talk or cuddling afterwards. I simply passed out with Loki curled protectively around me.

It was probably a few hours before I woke up to the sound of Loki's phone going off.

I let him get it and I drifted for a little bit in that misty place between wakefulness and sleep, not paying attention to what was said. Then Loki nudged me on the shoulder.

"Pet," he said in an ominous voice, the dark purr that never failed to make me shiver with want. "Why did my brother just receive a set of rose shaped cocktail glasses from ?"

My nipples and clit woke up even while part of me was hoping he wouldn't find where he threw that vibrating toy anytime soon...