Bed Sports

“I can last longer than you can.” Loki challenges between slurred words. Loki doesn’t normally drink this much, but he’d bested Thor on the hunt today. A rare anomaly. Like the great big child that he is, Thor is not taking defeat well. So accustomed to being the best and always winning, Thor’s ego is as legendary as his….ego. Somehow, they’d gotten onto the topic of sex, and who is more skilled.

“You think so brother? Thor counters. “Then let’s test that theory shall we?” Loki quirks an eyebrow at his brother. He is intrigued.

“What do you propose?”

“A little competitive fucking. We see which of us can outperform the other while pleasuring a maiden.”

“Are we talking number of orgasms or stamina?” Loki asks.

“Both I think.” Thor grins.

“Any points for technique?”

“I think we will let the ladies be the judge of that.”

“Alright, if the ladies are to judge us then we should try for as equal a playing field as possible.” Loki scans the room looking for possible candidates. His lips curl up in a wicked grin when he spies the Svetland twins serving the back table. They are lovely young ladies of common beauty. They have brown hair, brown eyes, and freckles. Their bosoms and hips are adequate, and their smiles are genuine. More importantly, they are rumored to enjoy doing “everything” together. It is their hope to encounter twin brothers that they can marry, but there are none currently in the realm of their age. Thor and Loki may be brothers, but they are like the sun and moon. Different is so many ways. These scullery maids are perfect for their little competition.

“The scullery twins.” Loki says. Thor looks over at the maids and smiles.

“Aye, they are perfect. Use that silver tongue of yours brother and coax them to my room. We can engage in our bed sports there.”

“Your room? I think not.”

“My bed is larger than yours.”

“Only by a fraction. My sheets are cleaner, and my room doesn’t stink of sweat and bilgesnipe.”

“Fine your room.” Thor acquiesces and Loki crosses the room to sweet talk the lovely girls into a night of blissful pleasure filled activities. Thor watches as a blush overcomes both of the women and they cast their eyes in Thor’s direction. They step away from Loki and whisper to one another. It is obvious they are hashing out who gets to sleep with whom. The one named Sara eyes Loki like a piece of meat. Tara looks at Thor and giggles with excitement. Both of the ladies disappear into the kitchens to finish up their chores and make their excuses. Loki walks back to the high table.

“They’ll meet us at my room in an hour.”

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Loki stuck to drinking water for the remainder of the time while in the feasting hall. He wanted to sober up a little for the coming events. The men make the trek to Loki’s bedroom and wait for the ladies to arrive. Thor sits on the couch in Loki’s parlor as Loki sets the mood. He lights sweet smelling candles, and pours glasses of wine. He also pulls out from his nightstand a bottle of oil, rope, an anal plug, a blindfold, a mouth gag, and a riding crop.

“What is all of this?” Thor gapes at the items with incredulity.

“There is more to fucking than just rutting your lover like a beast Thor. I use anticipation, foreplay, teasing, and denial all to bring them to the edge of madness, until they are a begging incoherent mess. Then I fuck them until they forget their own names.”

“Is that why they call you silver tongue.” Thor says as more of a statement then a question. Loki grins wickedly. There is a knock at the door. Loki glides to the door gracefully and opens it in a dramatic fashion.

“Ladies.” He preens. The girls enter the room beaming from ear to ear. They’ve changed out of their kitchen attire into something lighter and more fetching. Loki and Thor for their part had already changed into evening robes. The men offer the women a glass of wine which they take eagerly.

“So…” Sara inquires, “What are the rules of this game?” She asks. Loki chimes in.

“I think we should separate it into two parts. The first being who is better at foreplay, the second being who can fuck the longest.” Loki walks over to one of the long slender candles near the bed and shoves a coin halfway into its stalk. “We have until the candle melts to this point to pleasure you without penetrating you with our cocks. When the coin falls to the ground the time for foreplay will be up and the hard fucking will begin. At the end you ladies will decide a victor. Is everyone agreed?”

Thor, Sara, and Tara look at each other and nod. The terms are simple and straight forward.

“Then let us begin.” Loki takes Sara by the hand kissing her knuckles sweetly as he guides her to the bed. The bed is ridiculously large. The couples will be able to assume all manner of positions without bumping into one another. Everyone disrobes and climbs onto the bed. Already the ladies are both looking over and appraising Thor and Loki’s naked bodies. Thor shoots Loki a shit eating grin.

Both couples start kissing, but the difference in approach quickly emerges. Thor dives right into Tara’s pussy, consuming it like it is a ham sandwich. Her moans begin immediately. Loki doesn’t do that. He knows that it will take a good 20 minutes before the coin hits the floor. Thor will have suffered lockjaw long before then. Loki starts kissing Sara all over her body, exploring her sensitive areas. He figures out quickly that her favorite spots are on the neck just below the ear, her inner thigh, and oddly-the inside of her elbow. He suckles her nipples but finds they are not that sensitive. Loki grins. Thor is pinching Tara’s nipples for all their worth and not getting the expected response.
When Loki is done with his exploration he beckons Sara to sit up on her knees. Loki kneels behind her and pulls her body flush with his, back to chest. Sara can feel Loki’s harden cock nestle itself comfortably into the crevice of her ass. Loki nuzzles that sweet spot on her neck as he plays the rest of her body like a violin. His fingers part her folds and start swirling and teasing in the most delicious way. Sara is panting hard now. Little moans are escaping her.

Tara’s moans are subsiding. They are 10 minutes in and as expected, Thor has grown tired with foreplay. Loki can also tell that Thor is not used to making a woman climax solely with alternative techniques. Thor is using his fingers more and his mouth less. It is clear he is waiting for the coin to drop.

Loki keeps building up Sara’s pleasure and then backing off, building up, and backing off. She is moaning loudly now, and whining.

“Ahhhhhohhhh! Loki….Loki please! Ahhh….” She is keening and trembling.

“Not yet lovely, not yet. You’ll have to come without my cock. Shhh. Bend over.” Sara leans forward to get on all fours. Loki pulls away from her and repositions his body so that his head is between her legs. He reaches up and grabs her hips, beckoning her to sit on his face. Thor and Tara are watching with rapt attention. Thor strokes Tara’s pussy in an absent minded fashion as they enjoy the show. Tara and Sara have had sex in front of each other many times and Tara knows the difference between Sara’s fake and real moans. Sara’s not faking. She is blissed out of her fucking mind.

Thor watches Loki swirl his tongue in the most intricate of ways and tries to duplicate the movements, but he finds he cannot take his eyes off his brother. Loki bends his fingers into the shape of the butterfly and penetrates both Sara’s cunt and ass with them, pumping them in unison. Loki’s head movements become more frantic the louder Sara moans. When her cries reach their crescendo, Sara comes hard into Loki’s mouth just as the coin drops from the melted candle onto the hard marble floor. Tara looks at her sister and feels a wave of jealousy. Round 1: Loki.

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