Valkyrie

  Once Loki was left alone in Freyja's chambers he marveled at the ornateness of his surroundings. Her massive bed faced a large floor to celing window that surveyed all of Valhalla. The sky was dusky now with purples and pinks as night began to creep into the sky. The air was much warmer here than Asguard. He heaved off his cloak and undressed. The warm air licked along his skin as the moon rose over the clouds.

    "I always liked you this way." Freyja's voice came from the doorway. She moved to the bed leaning against the bannister.

 Loki admired how the soft gold of her long silk robe made her skin glow in the dying light. Her hair hung long and curly over her shoulders grazing just below her breasts. She was perfect to him.

    "What do you mean?" Loki turned from the window and walked to her side and sat on the edge of the bed.

Freyja stood in front of him, tilting his chin up with her fingers so he was looking in her eyes.

    "Stripped of your robes and armor. Nothing to sheild yourself from me they way you shield youself from everyone else."

Loki shivered. He ached for her with such a painful longing. She put one leg beside him on the bed so she was half straddling his lap. The prince put one hand on her thigh and wrapped his other arm around her waist pulling her slowly on top of him. He pulled at the tie of her robe and slid it from her body revealing her nakedness. Loki could no longer contain himself. Freyja rocked slowly, grinding against his erection.

    "I need you now Freyja." He growled.

Grabbing her hips Loki eased her onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to ride him with wild abandon. Loki moaned and growled at every movement as she arched her back and dug her nails in his skin. Loki could feel the pleasure burning inside him. Freyja's skin was white hot and she rode him even harder. Loki grabbed grabbed her hips and let out a roar as his orgasm surged through his entire body exploding in a hot, blinding flash that left him breathless. He felt Freyja tense and buck as she moaned his name. Her wetness gripped him like a vice, milking him. Still inside her Loki, lay Freyja on the bed. Her skin glowed in the torchlight, glistening with sweat. Her now green eyes burned with a smoldering passion.

  "Again my love?" she whispered