by Amelia Wilde
“God,” I said, belly convulsing under the sensation.
“It must be very fucking-g dirty,” Odin said. “Oh, I do want to hear.”
I shook my head.
“Fine,” he grumbled, and the ice cube began to travel, down once again over the tender, sensitive skin of my pelvis and over my mound to my slick seam. I tried in vain to draw my legs together, fighting against the ankle bonds.
I felt the ice cube there.
Then the hot tongue was back. It felt so amazing. I moved along with it. Heat bloomed through me.
Then it stopped.
“Come back!” I gasped.
Nothing.
“I’ll tell!”
“We’re waiting.”
“Cartoons.”
“What?” Surprised amusement played in Thor’s voice.
“More details,” Odin said.
“Please,” I said.
“Tell us.”
“Half-elf girls being ravished, okay?” I said. “Or girls with tails. You know, cartoon porn.”
“You’re shitting us,” Odin said.
“I’m not!” I protested.
Thor snickered.
“It’s not funny,” I said. “It’s hot.”
“Ravished how?”
“Just ravished.”
Now there was the cool air. The cool air treatment again, which was both worse and better.
I writhed and gasped. I just wanted the tongue back!
“How?” Thor demanded.
Odin’s tongue was back. I thought I would go crazy from the sensation of him drawing it up to my insanely sensitized clit.
“By woodland guys,” I panted. “I’ll tell you everything, everything, just don’t stop again. Don’t do the ice thing again.”
“Describe them and tell what they do to her,” Thor commanded. “But if you stop talking, the ice comes back, and it stays until it melts.”
Odin licked me as I breathlessly described everything about the stuff I’d watched, how they always tied the girl up and fucked her. He stopped when I even paused, so I kept on, trying to think of any details. I liked when they fingered her asshole, or forced her legs apart and fucked her, or two of them fucked her at once, like she’s riding one, and one fucks her in the ass. I kept on. They usually wore caps, often Robin Hood-type outfits, like with tights, and scabbards. And she had to be kind of a captive, but into it. I didn’t like when the girl cried—I would turn that stuff off. I like when they locked her into old-fashioned-looking stocks, in obscene positions to be fucked.
“No spanking?”
“I never saw the upside in that,” I blurted as Odin’s warm, talented tongue flattened in a luscious way. “I might now.” And I felt two fingers slide into my slick hole and curl just so. “Oh, God, please.” The fingers moved strongly in me, moving in me in a rhythm, in and out and in and out, as his tongue mirrored the motion.
“More,” Thor said.
“There is no more. They usually find her wandering in the woods…” I began to rock my hips, feeling like I was being sucked into a black hole of pure pleasure, which, let’s face it, I was.
“Do you want him to stop?” Thor asked.
Odin stopped.
“Wandering gathering flowers!” I blurted, and he started up again. “Daisies. Friend to woodland creatures. Squirrels sometimes watch them take her, chattering and chewing on nuts while they take her brutishly…” I was totally making stuff up now. Lord, I would’ve said anything to keep him going, licking me right over the edge, and oh, it was exquisite all the way down—down and down and down, until my mind and body exploded into an abyss of an orgasm. Wave after wave pulsed through me, washing me with sensation, from the top of my head to my toes. I heard myself bleat out a strangled kind of cry.
My bandits were murmuring between themselves, murmurs that seemed insignificant beside the sparkles inside my body.
I came down, finally, panting, blissed out, feeling like something washed up on a shore, just floppy and raggedy.
Silence. Then, “Two woodland guys?” Thor said. “Odin, we’re gonna have to buy some little green hats.”
I tore off my blindfold and hit Thor with it.
He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed, pinned my other arm, too. “That was so freaking hot.”
“It was hot.” Odin released my ankles from their bonds and crawled onto the bed on the other side of me, heavy hand on my belly, cock nudging at my hip. “Did you think that was hot, Zeus?” Odin asked.
I jerked my head up to see Zeus, standing at the doorway, arms folded over his chest.
Shit! He’d been watching?
“So that’s what girls like? Porn cartoons?” Zeus said. “I was always wondering who the fuck watches those.” And then he left.
“We need to get some sort of rustic stocks,” Odin said. “We never thought of that for our hideout.”
Thor grinned. “And bows and arrows.”
“He was watching the whole time? And I didn’t know?” I asked.
“Do you have a problem with that?” Odin said. His five-o’clock shadow was more a ten-o’clock shadow now, adding to his smoldering, glittering heat. He had a tiny beauty mark at the top of his cheekbone, I noticed, that the glasses hid.
“I like to know.” So he’d been watching. I didn’t know what to think of it.
“Ears, we’ll get you ears,” Thor said, releasing my arms, trailing a finger along my ear. He kissed me there.
“Is that what he does?” I asked. “Watch?”
“He was a participant,” Odin said. “In the old days.”
Thor whispered, “At least he came in. It’s good. It’s a start.”
“You guys have a hideout?” I asked.
“Several.” Odin caressed my belly. Thor had his fingers on my nipple. I reached aside and touched his taut arm, his shoulder. I reached down and found Thor’s cock, then Odin’s. We fell into a rhythm. Soon I was overwhelmed by the sensation of many hands and tongues on me, and access to multiple cocks.
In this, too, it was a lot like the ski jump—overwhelming and confusing until you released yourself to it, and then it was the best thing in the world.
“I want you to take me, to fill me,” I whispered. “Just fuck me!”
“We’re getting to it.”
I wrapped my fingers around Thor’s silky, steely hardness. Odin’s had gone out of reach, but I grabbed his hair and pulled him into me. He kissed me, and then he bit my lip, and by the way he was breathing, I knew he was doing himself. Which was so hot.
“You want Zeus to join?” Odin breathed.
“Now?”
“He won’t now, but at some point?”
“Well, yes,” I said. I felt surprised that wasn’t obvious. “It’s not something I’ve ever done, you know…” Thor was so hard in my hand. It was difficult to concentrate. I was sick of concentrating.
“Three woodsmen?” Thor asked. “You don’t know how to do three woodsmen? If only there were some diagrams or drawings we could access. If only it was animated so that you could see—”
“Don’t make fun,” I said.
“Don’t worry about the logistics, Isis,” Odin said. “We can make any kind of fucking work. We’re experts, baby.”
I smiled, feeling intoxicated, greedy. I wanted to fuck, to be filled. “Good,” I said, tired of words. Then, “More.”
Odin cupped my mound.
“God, yes,” I breathed.
“Turn over,” Odin whispered gruffly.
Slowly I released Thor and turned onto my belly, quivering with anticipation.
“No,” Odin said, caressing my ass. “On your knees.”
I got on my knees there on the bed. My pussy felt extra slick now, exposed to the cool air. Would they spank me? I wasn’t aware of having done anything wrong, but I had definitely talked back once or twice.
Odin slid up to sit back against the headboard, gazing hard into my eyes. “I want you to suck me like you did Thor.
And you remember how that goes? Do it in a way that makes you available to Thor. Spread your legs, baby.”
I complied.
“Thor, get back there and fuck her. Not in the ass. And she needs you to touch her to get her off. But I say when she comes.”
So many commands! And he knew I needed to be touched to get off. Odin was like the Sherlock Holmes of sex.
I bent to Odin and took just the head of his cock in my mouth, thinking to do some fancy tongue thing. I was so horny again.
Crinkling behind me. A condom.
“No, no, no.” Odin grabbed my hair and forced my head down onto him, clearly in the mood to fuck my mouth. “Hard,” he said. “I’ve been waiting. Hard, hard. And grab it with your hand.”
More commands. A dark thrill speared through me as I grabbed him at the base with one hand and sucked him like he wanted.
And then I felt the probe of Thor’s cock at my clit, sliding up and down, spreading juices all around. All the nerves back there felt exposed and tingly, and I felt desperate to have him inside me.
“My balls,” Odin said, guiding my hand down to cup them.
Thor nudged at my entrance with the blunt, fat tip of his cock.
I shivered right to the top of my head, feeling like I might come already.
“You are so freaking wet,” Thor said, pressing just the head of his cock into my slick channel. “Oh,” he panted, filling me further.
I stopped to enjoy the sensation of him penetrating me deeply, brutally.
Odin growled and took control of my hair again, pushing lightly on my head, reminding me of my responsibility to his own cock as Thor withdrew and plunged into me, taking me. He fucked me, and I sucked Odin, using my hand to stroke his fabulously thick root. Then Thor reached around and rubbed my clit. It was like the three of us were all connected, fucking each other, panting along with each other, waves of erotic energy rolling between us.
No—it was more—it was like we created a single animal, one lusty, pleasure-seeking being. I’d never felt anything like it in my life, this heat and energy, and the way the three of us together tripled it.
“A little teeth,” Odin grated. I let my teeth graze up and down his shaft, and he hissed out a breath. He set a new rhythm with his hand, pressing on my head, and now and then he tweaked a nipple with his other hand.
I could tell he was on the edge. I wanted to push him over, concentrate only on him. But the combo of us was too wonderful to isolate one thing. Thor fucked me harder, rubbing me with a smooth, slick finger, long strokes up and down. His finger felt strangely long.
Odin gripped my hair tightly, a naughty new note for our erotic symphony.
Somebody panted. Waves built in me. I was about to come. I’d need to think of something horrible if I wanted to not come.
Thankfully Odin put me out of my misery. “Let go, Isis, let it take you,” he said. “Come for us.”
I was so there. His words tipped me right over the edge into a chaos of sensation.
Waves pounded through my sex, my belly, my eyes.
Odin clamped his hand harder on my head for one final push. His cock vibrated in my mouth, spewing cum into my throat.
“Fuck, mother of fuck,” Thor said as he drove into me, grip tightening on my hips, ferociously invading me. “Fuck!”
Odin’s cock was motionless in my mouth, but his hand had changed; instead of the commanding head-pushing, he was stroking my hair. “Isis,” he whispered as I pulled my mouth off him.
I kissed his brown-bronze stomach and nuzzled the line of hair up from his belly button, partly to wipe my lips, and partly because I just wanted to. I kissed up and up. Thor pulled out of me, and Odin got up on his knees and kissed me—passionately.
Romantically.
We’d done so much fucking and mindfucking that this romantic kiss came as a shock, and it took my breath away. I kissed him back, enjoying him, feeling him.
I was aware of Thor getting off the bed, the bathroom light flipping on, and still Odin kissed me. Then he lowered me onto my back and crouched over me on all fours, hands planted on the sides of my shoulders, knees on the sides of my knees, and he loomed over me, and we just looked into each other’s eyes.
I liked it—loved it—lying naked underneath this man I barely knew, yet my sense of connection to him was beyond what I had with most people in my life. And I suppose we’d been through so much intensity together, he and I. And Thor and Zeus.
“I felt like we were one thing,” I said. “The three of us.”
Pain in Odin’s eyes. “I know,” he said. He lowered himself and stretched out next to me, lying half on top of me, draping an arm possessively on my stomach.
Was he sad that I’d be leaving?
Thor came back in and lay behind Odin, draping an arm around the both of us.
It surprised me, yet didn’t, that they’d feel so comfortable touching each other like that. Not sexual, but just comfortable. I wanted more.
“Zeus won’t let you stay,” Odin said, as if reading my mind.
Thor set his chin on Odin’s arm.
Odin turned his head and glanced up at Thor. Something passed between the two men, I didn’t know what.
So my bank robbers would eject me, I thought with a pang of sadness, but I wouldn’t stay in Baylortown. That would be their gift to me.
Maybe I could use my share of the loot to start an adventure outfit of some kind after college. My bungee jumping school plan. It didn’t feel as exciting as it used to. Bungee jumping seemed boring and sad compared to being with my bank robbers.
9
I woke up the next morning alone in the bed. I had dim memories of Thor having spent the night there with me, Odin maybe part of it.
I got into the shower and let the hot water pound on my skin, thinking about my sisters. What was going on? Surely they’d know from my Paris Hilton message that I was okay.
I put on my bathrobe, wondering if Thor and Odin would want to have sex right away. And our bargain was that I’d say yes. It made me feel instantly horny, in a prostitute-fantasy way.
I slipped out the door. Masculine murmurs and the aroma of coffee came from the direction of the main room. The murmurs sounded more and more like arguing as I neared. Something about somebody being unreasonable.
The talking stopped when I walked in.
“Good morning, comrades,” I said.
Zeus’s motorcycle boot-clad feet were up on the table. He wore black jeans faded to gray, and a green military-issue sweater. He looked like a dangerous mercenary on mercenary casual day, and he eyed me coolly.
Thor wore a dark long-sleeved T-shirt and also jeans and boots. He’d added a baseball cap.
“She walks, she talks,” Odin said from the couch, hunched over the coffee table strewn with hardware-looking things. He was rubbing a black piece of metal with a cloth. It took me a while of staring to get that those were gun parts—parts from little guns, parts from big guns. Deadly black hardware. I averted my eyes in shock from all the dangerous and probably illegal firepower. But, hello, it wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before…while they were robbing a bank and taking me hostage.
“We saved you a seat.” Thor shoved a chair out with his foot. Then he poured coffee into the one empty cup on the table.
It touched me that they’d set a place for me.
Enjoy it while you can, I thought.
“You and your sheep farm and your sisters are all over TV,” Zeus grumbled.
“Really? Like what? How do they seem?”
“We should’ve dumped you if we’d known what was good for us,” he said, ignoring my questions.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I said, voice small.
Zeus scowled.
But they were good for their promises, these guys. Maybe they had a messed-up code by some standard—okay, most standards—but hey, they had a code.
Zeus eyed me as I sat. “Get the laptop, Thor.”
“Let her have some coffee f
irst,” Thor said. “Cream?”
“Oh, yes, please. And sugar, thanks.”
Thor smiled wickedly, pushing the little china vessels across the table to me. “Cream and sugar it is, then.”
Leave it to Thor to make even that exchange sound dirty. I fixed up my coffee and sipped, coming to life as the caffeine infused my brain.
Thor pulled a laptop out of a black case and set it up on the table in front of me. “You can’t freak out,” he said.
“I won’t,” I said.
Thor clicked to a northern Wisconsin news station. I could feel Zeus watching me as a clip started to play. A news conference started with the Baylortown police answering questions. The time stamp was 8 p.m. last night, central time. So after I’d ordered the quilt. Around the time I was cavorting in a hot tub with my two bandits.
Some police chief I’d never heard of was heading the investigation. They had no leads at this time.
“Because we’re fucking-g awesome,” Odin said from the couch.
They were pursuing several avenues that could yield promise. No, they couldn’t comment further.
“Code for not a fucking-g clue,” Odin added. “Nobody catches us.”
And then my three sisters filed up to the microphone, bright red hair, pale skin. Candy, who’d just graduated high school, and my youngest sister, fifteen-year-old Kaitlin, were crying.
My heart lurched.
“Bring Melinda home, she’s done nothing to you!” Kaitlin sobbed.
Vanessa, the oldest of my younger sisters, took the microphone then. “We ask that you bring Melinda back to us. We lost our parents and she’s all we have. All the money in the world can’t make up for our sister.” She changed her demeanor, stared into the camera. “Melinda, we’re not going to give up on you. You’ve done everything for us. We’re going to get you home. We’ll make everything right. We need you and miss you.”
Candy took the microphone. “Bring our sister home, please.”
I pressed my hand to my mouth, willing myself not to cry. Had they not gotten the Paris Hilton message? Did they not understand that I was okay? I wished I could reassure them. Did they not see that part of the message about the happy home?