Loki’s eyes were cold and menacing, his soul disappeared for a moment. His lips became rough and his skin became sweaty with perspiration. A strong, evil laughter arose from his throat as he gripped his staff. His horns appeared and he was back in his armour as he walked down the streets of Midgard.
She gave a cry when she heard the headboard slamming against the wall. Hope wrapped her arms around his waist, grunting...
“I do not plan on it.” Loki moaned, sliding deeper inside her. His thrust became harder, the headboard hitting the wall...