Choices

Chapter 148
The night drew long. Seraphina noticed her sister and Loki were missing from the celebration and thought it was time for herself to depart.
She gave a wink across the room before heading to Fandral who had sat down to talk to a highly intoxicated Thor. Fandral himself hadn't partaken in drinking, and neither had Seraphina. She wanted to remember this night.
She was glad it hadn't turned out all lovey dovey. If it had she might have called it an early night. But people had kept their comments to themselves and just had fun. That was how she liked it.
Reaching the stone wall where Fandral was sat, she stroked her fingers along his neck. "I think it's time we go to bed, don't you," she said smirking.
"If my wife insists." He replied. The sound of the word wife sounded odd to her. She was still between liking it and asking him not to call her it. It reminded her of pet names and she hated pet names. Sera was the only nickname she liked and that was because it simply shortened her name.
Taking her offered hand, they left the still rocking celebration together. "I have a confession," Seraphina told Fandral.
"Do you?" He asked curiosity lighting up his tone in the dark hallways.
"For a while I was concerned that I might never get a chance to have you again. That you might marry someone and start a family."
"Concerned? Or jealous?" He asked. Seraphina shot him a glare. She refused to admit to jealousy.
"Concerned." She repeated. He smirked, but didn't push further. "But now that you are mine, I find myself alleviated of such silly thoughts."
"That's good. I'd hate for you to feel uncomfortable for any reason." He replied still with that smirk on his face. "I must admit it's encouraging to know that you felt that way."
Seraphina rolled her eyes, stopped near her bedroom door, pushed him to the wall hard, and began nipping at his neck. That shut him up.
He groaned against her attack, his hands finding no place to go as she pinned them to the wall at his sides. She was very much in control this night, as she was most night, unless she allowed him to be.
She let him go long enough to open her bedroom door. She turned back to him and grabbed him by the front of his shirt and practically tossed him inside. He stumbled backwards into the room where Natahsha was stood waiting.
Seraphina smiled at her redheaded lover. "It's very refreshing to no longer feel so concerned." Seraphina told Fandral when he found himself caught in the second females arms, her hands very much finding their way into his top.
Fandral looked both shocked and excited. "My wedding gift to you," Seraphina added leaning up to kiss him and kissing Natasha instead from over his shoulder.
Fandral's top came off easily in the next moment. His pants followed with Seraphina stripping herself and Natasha doing the same. "Lie down," Seraphina demanded her husband who obliged without question.
His cock was already rock hard, twitching at times. She revelled in the freedom she felt. Not a single touch from Natasha to Fandral made Seraphina feel that knot curl in her belly. There was a sense of security in her newly bound Unity.
She allowed Natasha to tend to Fandral's straining need. Watching her friends mouth swallow his cock to the base and back. Her husband shut his eyes and groaned, shifting on the bed.
Seraphina smirked at the presentation of Natasha. Bent down on all fours, her ass in the air while she did her work along Fandral's shaft.
Seraphina stroked her fingers along Natasha's exposed sex and found it already wet. Seraphina smiled and pushed two fingers inside her, stroking downward to accommodate the position so she could touch the G-spot. She knew she had it right when Natasha moaned.
She continued her work until Natasha had to stop her sucking to cry out her orgasm. Seraphina decided she was ready for more. For Seraphina this was fascinating. It's not like she hadn't had group sex before, but because she was sharing the man she'd married, it made it feel different.
Seraphina moved and bit Natasha's ear. "Ride him," Seraphina told her. Natasha gave her only a glance, she knew better than to ask if she was sure.
Natasha let go of Fandral's cock. His eyes connected with Seraphina's while Natasha positioned herself. She smiled at him, climbing up the bed to kiss him just as Natasha sank down.
Seraphina felt Fandral's groan. She smiled wider. This night, however, would not end in Natasha getting all of Seraphina's husband, but it was a good start.
Seraphina cast one leg over Fandral so her womanhood was hovering above his face. His hands came up and slide over her ass and back down, almost pulling her down closer.
She moaned with the first flick of his tongue across her clitoris. She was going to close her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure she felt from having that sweet spot licked, but she couldn't take her eyes off Natasha.
Her slick beautiful body lifting up and down. Her womanhood stroking Fandral's cock confined within her walls. Again, Seraphina smiled, happy to feel nothing but excitement.
She'd questioned it. Wondered why she suddenly felt so unsettled by the thought of losing Fandral to someone else. Now she hadn't a reason to question it. He'd stuck with her for so long that it only made sense to take this step. To Union with him, marry him. Forever he would be hers and she would be his, and she just somehow knew nothing, not another woman nor sex would change that.
Dripping and eager to get her turn, Seraphina finally took her spot on Fandral's length. Enjoying the feel of him sliding along her inner walls. Seraphina had been bad. She'd denied him sex up until they were properly wed, enjoying the look of pure torture on his face when she'd first told him.
She was impressed he'd lasted this long dealing with both women, but that would soon change. She fucked him as hard as she could considering her position, enjoying Natasha's kisses along the way.
Finally, she gave in to Fandral's begging eyes. She leaned forward allowing him to wrap his arms around her. He planted his feet flat to the bed and thrust his hips upward with the force he knew she enjoyed.
Seraphina cried out her pleasure, moaning, and sighing and then screaming again when she felt that familiar wave of pleasure as she came. Fandral's grunts became loader, faster until at last his seed spilled deep into Seraphina's womanhood.
(Loki)
They were trying to be quiet. He wasn't used to this. Because of Ikol's tendency for destruction they were sleeping in a temporary room that joined with their sons.
Sex was not easy. Loki lay behind Cephera, careful as to not make the bed squeak. His cock slowly sliding in and out of her slickness. He didn't like this, he did not like being constrained in his bedroom activities.
Cephera was enjoying herself, he knew this, but he loved making her scream. Instead, Loki had to be content with her muffled noises. They'd been coupling like this for at least 10 minutes now since their initial foreplay, but Loki wanted more.
He hissed in irritation. "Get on the floor." He told her.
"The floor?" Cephera replied turning to look over her shoulder. Loki gave her a look and nudged her to do as he commanded. She did so lying on her back as the floor would be too hard on her knees.
Loki got down with her. He pushed his still straining cock back inside her and bent over so she could muffle her cries in his neck. Satisfied with the new arrangement, Loki gave it his all.
He thrust hard and fast, the loudest sound was skin slapping skin and he hoped Ikol couldn't hear that and possibly wake him. Cephera's sounds were erratic. His neck almost not enough to drown her out as he pounded against her.
The notion that he would have to be fast still left a sense of irritation inside him. He couldn't wait to return home where his room was sound proof.
The floor was hard on his knees, but he ignored the discomfort. He was getting close. He'd already given Cephera two releases and was not worried about giving her another. He leant his face down against her forehead, pressing his lips to her hairline, and muffling his own sounds as he came.
Taking a moment to catch their breaths, they climbed back into bed where Cephera pressed her body to him and lay her head against his shoulder. "When we build our home, this will not be a problem." Loki promised.
Cephera giggled. "Be happy he doesn't try to sleep with us," she said.
"I won't allow it. Not now and not for future children." He told her.
"You say that now," she teased.
"When do you go back to see Stark?" Loki asked. Cephera and her people were still undergoing testing for their fertility problems. The device Stark had put into her had not beeped since that first time, a lost opportunity.
"It doesn't matter really. Whenever I want." She replied. "Bruce is working on a medicine that will help speed up our ovulation." She noted. Loki wasn't sure he liked that, but it might be the only way to assure pregnancy.
"One day we'll have this figured out," he said.
"Yes. Someday we'll have a horde of children." She replied and Loki paused.
"Another couple I think would be fine." He smiled. He knew she was teasing.
"Do you think Thor will ever settle down, have kids?" Cephera asked.
"I try not to think about Thor whilst lying in bed with my wife," Loki said squeezing her. She laughed at him and kissed his shoulder.
"Fine. Go to sleep." She ordered him. Normally he'd playfully hit her for ordering him about, but in this case he pulled the blankets over them and after settling into a more comfortable position, fell asleep.

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