Utter Devotion

Trysts

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SMUT WARNING ⚠️🌶

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Loki lay back on the ground enjoying his post cotial bliss, when he heard the rustling of silk and realized it was Ciannait already gathering her dress.

"Just where do you think you are going?"

She spared him a glance over her naked shoulder as she pulled her dress back up.

"Back to the feast, Njord hasn't announced the betrothals yet hopefully. If he has then no doubt our absence has already been noted. Wait a few minutes then come out."

He felt an odd pain in his chest as he looked at Ciannait already leaving.

"Hold on." Ciannait was back on her knees, making Loki stiffen in his trousers again when she looked back at him, her make up was smeared all over her face with tear tracks, her hair was a mess, "You are a mess, if anyone sees you they will know what you've been up to."

While his seidr was bound, it didn't completely block his magic, he could manage a little, his hands glowed green, her make up and hair repaired itself back to how she'd looked when he had first seen her.

"What did you do?"

"I fixed your hair and make up."

Her eyebrows scrunched together as if she was confused, "Thank you." She managed to stammer before she turned and crawled back out the tiny door.

Loki laid back for a moment and considered what had just happened.

Njord had been very clear, Loki and Ciannait were not to consummate their marriage, and Loki didn't want to think to closely about why and now they had all but jumped each other and had sex in semi public before the ink was even dry on their betrothal contracts, and Ciannait was even now walking back in the feast with his cum dripping from between her legs, and that pleased him to no end as he got up and straighten his own appearance to return to the feast.

Ciannait nervously slid back into the great hall, everyone was still eating and dancing and no one seemed to be looking for her, Thor was twirling Ratana on the dance floor, she watched briefly a warm feeling settling into her stomach, she reached out into her bond with Ratana, she was already half infatuated with the golden prince.

"Njord was looking for you."

Sagira slid up to her, her lips pressed into a worried line.

Ciannait disquietedly approached Njord, his cold grey eyes zeroed in on her as she approached the front of the table, Frigga and Freya both broke their conversation to watch her, "There you are. Look at how perfect you look tonight Ciannait. "

"Thank you."

She dug her thumb into her palm trying to ignore the way Njords eyes lingered over her.

"Where were you my dear?"

"I just took a stroll out into the gardens, with so many people here I grew uncomfortable. The cool breeze refreshed me."

She forced herself to hold Njords cold hard stare searching her for any lie, finally he sat back seemingly pleased with her.

"Well now that you are refreshed, dance for me."

The weight of his command fell on her, but she knew she could not fight it in such a public place, "Of course, Sagira?"

Sagira had followed close by when she had approached and was quickly at her side as the other dancers made room for the new set.