The basement of the tavern was quiet. Orange candlelight lit up the room: the dying plants nearby; the glittering potions on the benches, and of course, Odin. Midnight was his favourite time to relax, when he didn't have work or people to be on his ass. Though, something else would be on his ass tonight.
Charles knocked gracefully, as he always did.
“Come to visit Harley?”
Odin asked, moving his focus from his thoughts to the guest now in the room.
“Not just him.”
Charles smirked. Odin was surprised to see Charles in the slutty, revealing outfit Odin had picked out.
It only took a few seconds for the two to snog. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Soon enough Charles was scraping across Odin's back desperately. Odin put two fingers into his lovers mouth.
“Suck,” he demanded, and Charles listened. “Good boy.”
This went on for a while before they both couldn't hold it anymore, and they came in their pants, except Charles had came in the thin red thong he was wearing. Odin was disappointed in his kitten. He gives the orders, and Charles disobeyed. That bitch should have remembered that one of Odin's rules are ongoing - never cum without permission.
Odin slapped Charles right across the face, and grabbed his hair.
Charles got on his knees and begged for forgiveness and mercy from his Master.
Odin did not give mercy.
The end I'm bored might update later 🤪✌️
