The deepest recesses of her psyche wouldn’t let it out, but she’d imagined what the Grandmaster’s pet would look like, sound like, taste like with the right force applied...even if just to get the shoe on the other foot. Still, it was a spark. Now, he was Loki the prince as opposed to Loki the plaything and it was all far, far better than any spiteful fantasy concoction.

Valkyrie’s tongue slid across the underside of his length as she rose back up to sit, lips plump and reddened, and she was climbing atop him to sink back down until flesh was against flesh. She sighed and wound her hips around, setting that rhythm