Jane, in her Mighty Thor form, towered over Valkyrie, her hammer Mjolnir resting quietly on the floor. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she admired the sight before her. Valkyrie's long, toned legs were spread wide, her wrists and ankles bound to the bedposts. Her breath hitched as Jane's fingertips traced a path up her inner thigh, teasingly close to her core.
"Tickling, Jane?" Valkyrie asked, her voice laced with both challenge and anticipation. Jane's grin widened, her fingers dancing up to Valkyrie's ribcage.
"Oh, you're in for it now, Valkyrie," Jane teased, her fingers diving into the soft flesh beneath Valkyrie's ribs. The warrior goddess squirmed, her laughter echoing through the chamber as Jane's fingers continued their relentless assault.
Jane's touch was light yet firm, her fingers weaving intricate patterns on Valkyrie's skin. She tickled the soles of her feet, the arch of her foot, the delicate skin behind her knees, and the sensitive spot just below her belly button. Valkyrie's laughter grew louder, her body writhing in delight as she begged Jane to stop, her pleas interspersed with gasps of laughter.
But Jane was not one to be easily swayed. She continued her tickling onslaught, her fingers exploring every inch of Valkyrie's body. She tickled her sides, her armpits, her waist, and even the soft skin behind her ears. Valkyrie was a writhing, laughing mess, her body a beautiful display of uncontrollable pleasure.
As the tickling continued, Jane's own desire began to grow. She watched as Valkyrie's laughter turned into moans, her body arching off the bed in response to Jane's touch. Jane's fingers trailed lower, brushing against the wet heat between Valkyrie's thighs. Valkyrie's eyes flew open, her laughter dying on her lips as she looked up at Jane.
"Jane," she breathed, her voice a desperate plea. Jane leaned down, her lips brushing against Valkyrie's ear.
"You want me to stop tickling, Valkyrie?" she whispered, her fingers teasingly close to Valkyrie's core. Valkyrie nodded frantically, her body aching for a different kind of touch. Jane's fingers dipped lower, slipping inside Valkyrie with ease.
Valkyrie cried out, her body arching off the bed as Jane began to move her fingers in a rhythmic motion. Jane's other hand came up to cup Valkyrie's breast, her thumb circling the hardened nipple. Valkyrie's moans filled the chamber, her body responding to Jane's every touch.
Jane continued to pleasure Valkyrie, her fingers moving in a relentless rhythm. She leaned down, her lips capturing Valkyrie's in a passionate kiss. Valkyrie responded eagerly, her tongue tangling with Jane's as their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time.
As the pleasure built, Valkyrie's moans grew louder, her body trembling on the edge of release. Jane could feel the tension in Valkyrie's body, the way her muscles clenched around Jane's fingers. With a final, deep thrust, Valkyrie cried out, her body shuddering as she reached her climax.
Jane held Valkyrie close, her fingers still buried inside her as she rode out the waves of pleasure. When Valkyrie's breathing finally returned to normal, Jane pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Still want me to stop tickling, Valkyrie?" she asked, her voice teasing. Valkyrie looked up at her, a dazed smile on her face.
"Fuck, Jane," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Do your worst."
And so, the night continued, filled with laughter, pleasure, and a connection that only two goddesses could share. As the sun rose over Asgard, Jane and Valkyrie lay entwined in each other's arms, their bodies spent but satisfied.