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😘 Loki Bonked The Grandmaster

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Loki and the Grandmaster bonked each other. Both are adults consenting. Now onto...whatever the fuck this is I'm writing at 3am. Sequel to When Loki Crashed On Sakaar. Genderfluid Loki and bisexual Loki.

Loki POV

"You know, you're good in bed."

I manage a smile at the Grandmaster. Truthfully, my mind has been blown. I haven't had such a good experience since...well...ever really.

He smirks, caressing my chin. I shiver, remembering how he undid me completely, made me moan and beg and even scream as he did things to me I had never even heard of.

The way he chuckles at me sends butterflies through my stomach. I know it's lust, I know it's been much too long since anyone got me off, but I'll be damned if I don't just absolutely love how he touched me. So gentle, yet so intense and powerful.

He laughs again, his hand on my inner thigh, a place he was gleeful to find out is very sensitive. My face flushes, and my heart rate picks up. He knows exactly what he's doing to me.

He whispers in my ear, "Same time, same place next week?"

I nod right away.

The next time, Grandmaster finds me and winks before whispering in my ear, "2:30." I nod, the butterflies coming back as he gives me that smile... and very secretly grabs my thigh. Oh, he knows exactly what he's doing, and I hate to say.. I'm enjoying it.

Brunnhilde puts down her drink, smirking at me. I swallow uncomfortably, my mind filling with fantasies.

I'm halfway through a daydream about Grandmaster whispering in my ear and dressing me in lingerie when Brunnhilde says bluntly, "So. You're that type, huh?"

I blink, feeling very slow, a feeling not uncommon when my mind is clouded by lust. "Pardon?"

She rolls her eyes. "It's obvious, Lackey."

I shake my head in confusion, and she groans, slamming her hand on the table. "Lackey, I know what you're doing with the Grandmaster!"

All at once, my face gets very hot, and I can't look at her. "But-we didn't-how?!"

She smirks again. "Not so witty anymore,  are you? It's obvious, like I said. He whispered to you. And I saw him grab your thigh."

I lower my voice. "Don't tell anyone. Please."

She sighs, rolling her eyes again. "Why would I? Obviously it would harm your chances at a high status and we don't want that. That's why you're doing it, right?"

I squirm, not wanting to admit the real reasons for bedding with Grandmaster. The careful attention paid to me, the gentle way he said good job, the approval. It's rooted in an unhealthy place, with Father written all over it.

"Or do you like older men?"

I can't look at her. She snickers. "Oh Norns. You are that type."

I summon a dagger, and she raises her hands in peace. I growl, "Don't underestimate me."

She only states back. "It's 2:28. Better get there, Lackey."

I get up, suddenly nervous and excited. "It's Loki."

When I enter the ship for orgies, Grandmaster is smirking, holding...lingerie. I close the door, and he eyes me up. "Take your clothes off."

I start to do just that, and then my lust completely shuts off my brain. I struggle worh my clothing, until Grandmaster beckons me over. I obediently sit on his lap, and he undresses me. When he sees my chest, my stomach, my bare thighs, my ass, he grins and begins squishing all the soft parts of my body.