A dual pov narrative from both main characters-Loki and Annalise. If you enjoy slow burn, immersive stories, with a good plot and the long awaited spice, then stop your search. Here is the story for you!
As the newly crowned king of Jotunheim, Loki...
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Am I dreaming? Have I fallen asleep, my weary mind finally succumbing to the exhaustion of devising my plan to reach Vannaheim?
Perhaps the gods, with their volatile nature, have decided I am no longer amusing and have sent death to claim my soul.
Because surely, this cannot be real.
Never in a million years would I have anticipated that answering the mysterious pull to the balcony, which led me to witness Annalise slipping inconspicuously from the palace, would result in us now, rolling around in these verdant meadows.
The scene feels surreal. But also has a sense of rightness about it. The pink blossom tree, with its branches aching over us like a guardian, cradling our shared intimacy, is the very tree I sought out as a child.
I would sit for hours with a book in hand, losing myself in stories when the real world was too harsh. The same tree I ran to when tears overwhelmed me, where I could cry without fear of being seen. The grass beneath it, the grass that now cushions our naked bodies, forever intwined with the salt of my sorrows.
This old tree and this meadow have been my sanctuary for as long as I can remember. And now, as I lay here with Annalise, the woman I've longed for, I can't help but wonder if this place—this silent witness to so much of my life—knew that one day it would once again be a refuge for me, but in a way I could never have imagined.
Did it know that the boy who once sought comfort in its shade would one day return, not alone, but with the woman destined to be his queen? That this time, instead of seeking solace from heartache, he would be using it to give and receive love, indulging in intimate acts so profound it feels as though the very earth is blessing the union?
I like to think that the tree, the meadow, the very air here, all knew. That they have been waiting for this moment as patiently as I have, holding a special place in my heart because, in some way, they knew this was our destiny.
"Oh, yes..." Annalise's sweet, melodic moans sends shockwaves of electric tingles through every nerve in my body.
They're intoxicating, overwhelming, and I struggle to keep control, to hold onto my composure before euphoria carries me away.
I haven't even had the chance to dip my cock inside her, to feel the warmth and tightness of her body envelop me, and already, I'm on the brink of losing myself.
She's torn at my clothes, ripped apart the simple tunics with a greedy desire, both of us naked and locked in a battle for dominance. But while I accepted this challenge, eager to play the predator to her prey, I find myself losing ground, the struggle tipping in her favour.
Her control is my release. Every harsh touch, every stern look pushes me closer to complete submissiveness. I crave it—the sweet surrender, the act of giving in to her entirely. Yet, there's an urge within me, a need to tame her wildness just enough to keep the inevitable at bay. If I let her continue commanding over me, I fear I'll reach my bliss long before she does.
