jotun gwyndolokis dubweddingnight

itsAlana08/01/2018
Loki has brought his bride home, and carried him over the threshold, and shown him his lovely new room with a raised and heated floor, and been told that Gwyndolin loves all that he sees so far! and Loki likes all that, of course, but there's something very pressing that he needs to get to...

He takes the hands Gwyndolin offered him, and draws him close to kiss, chill mouth pressing over his soft one and hands curling in Gwyndolin's hair. "I hope there's more yet for you to love," he murmurs, red eyes half-closed and lips curved into a smile as he pulls back. "But for now... I think you should shed some of these clothes," and he tugs open Gwyndolin's toasty-warm robe, exposing the elegant dress and cape beneath, "so that we can ready ourselves for bed."

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Gwyndolin makes a soft, delighted noise as he's kissed, shivering slightly as Loki's fingers find and curl in his hair. And then the kiss is done, and Loki is getting Gwyndolin's robe off him, imploring him to undress... The sweet thing flushes pink, and stammers shyly, "I should probably change, yes, this gown is awfully restrictive, but..." All his fears are suddenly rushing to the forefront, as he considers that Loki is probably wanting to consummate, or at least not expecting to look away as Gwyndolin changes. He has to tell Loki first! "May I... have some time to change?"

itsAlana08/01/2018
Loki laughs, and kisses Gwyndolin again, and starts helping him out of his clothing while kissing him-- so considerate! Gwyndolin won't need these mittens... nor the gloves and rings under them... nor this robe, so easily pushed off his shoulders... and this collar-cape simply must go! No, Gwyndolin, you may not have time to change, or at least not time to yourself-- but surely, with all these kisses, Gwyndolin won't mind.

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/01/2018
Gwyndolin accepts these kisses, and thinks they're very lovely, letting Loki push off his mittens and his warm cloak, and even his gloves, though there is some alarm when That ring isn't replaced- but then again, it's not as if Loki could know, and Gwyndolin can always slip it back on- But then Loki is going further, going for the collar that the little cape and the bust of his dress is attached to, though his dress is also held to his torso by the corset with the overskirt. Still, it's alarming enough that Gwyndolin tries to protest... except that his mouth is still occupied by Loki's, and he makes an alarmed noise into Loki's mouth, trying to pull away a bit, while his hands try to grab at Loki's, or Loki's wrists, to try and slow them down. "Mh!"

itsAlana08/01/2018
His husband doesn't seem too terribly inclined to pause-- instead of stopping, he catches the hands trying to catch at his, and places them, helpfully, on the claps holding his cape on-- Gwyndolin can help him undress, too!

Loki, perhaps, *should* go a little slower for the sake of his lovely virginal wife's nerves, but-- ahhh, how can he wait a moment longer than he already has? How could he unclasp Gwyndolin's collar, tossing it aside, and then not immediately slide his hands down Gwyndolin's chest, pushing the dress' bodice down over Gwyndolin's breasts and exposing them to the air and Loki's hungry hands? And oh, how soft and pleasant they are to touch, to squeeze, to find the nipples of with his cold fingers...

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/01/2018
Gwyndolin's fingers don't cooperate, the poor thing whimpering, but that doesn't seem to slow Loki down at all, getting the collar undone, allowing Loki to push the front down over the corset, to bare Gwyndolin's breasts- because of course he couldn't fit a bra under there!- making him gasp sharply even before there's cold hands on the perfect, soft skin of his breasts. He squirms under Loki's touch, and if he cannot push Loki's hands away, he instead opts to push himself away, his hands against Loki's shoulders as he does, turning his face away with eyes shutting tight.

"Loki, please!" He pleads. Just- he just needs Loki to slow down, at least, let him explain, it's important, he doesn't want Loki to be angry, to hurt him...! "Wait, there is something- I need to-!"

itsAlana08/01/2018
Loki would much rather keep kissing Gwyndolin than anything else, but he supposes, if Gwyndolin needs assurance-- "Shh," he murmurs, and kisses Gwyndolin's cheekbone, stepping in close again, gently herding him back towards the bed, "I know you're nervous, my Gwyndolin, but I know what I'm doing. This will be wonderful, I promise you..."

And, truly, this is HIS Gwyndolin, yes? They're married, Gwyndolin is just anxious about losing his virginity-- but Loki can't wait to take it from him, and why should he wait, when he married Gwyndolin to do so?

Loki's mouth finds Gwyndolin's again, and he presses closer, an arm wrapping around Gwyndolin to keep him close and the other finding his bare shoulder, his collarbone, the curve of his bared spine, the laces of the corset-overskirt that are easy enough to loosen with a touch of magic, green and tingling on Gwyndolin's skin...

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/01/2018
"No, wait, Lo-" But his mouth is stolen from him, leaving him to only make alarmed noises of protest against Loki's lips. He wriggles and squirms under Loki's hands, his nipples growing stiff, unknowable if it's the chill or the stimulation. His skin is so perfect, like pearlescent moonshine in color and flower petals in texture, but there's still so much of that flesh Loki has yet to see or touch. He whines and whimpers against Loki's mouth, still pushing at his husband's shoulders, though he is weak and Loki is much, much stronger than he, that singular arm around him enough to keep him from pushing away again.

itsAlana08/01/2018
Loki makes soothing noises against Gwyndolin's mouth before running his tongue over Gwyndolin's lips-- look, there's nothing to be alarmed about, Loki's just crowding Gwyndolin back, arm strong around him, the hand that had removed his corset finding his rump through the layers of his dress and squeezing lightly.... "I want you," he breathes, sweetly, against Gwyndolin's lips, "my beautiful, beautiful Gwyndolin, just trust me," and pushes Gwyndolin down onto the fur-stacked bed, his full weight following after, trapping Gwyndolin as firmly as if he were shackled to the bed. And, conveniently, freeing his hands to start pulling bits of decoration and metal from Gwyndolin's hair.

He has, possibly, never been so horny in his life as he is right now, body covering Gwyndolin's but so much fabric still between them... but soon, the only thing that'll be between anything else will be Loki between Gwyndolin's legs....!

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/01/2018
In truth, he wants nothing more than to trust Loki. He really does! Loki is charming and has so far been nothing but kind, if a bit wicked. Wicked like he is being right now... He whines, his lips having parted in his vain attempts at speaking protest against Loki's lips, accidentally allowing Loki's tongue in with a noise of alarm. A noise that is repeated, a little louder, when there's a hand gently squeezing his ass through his skirt.

By the way, with his corset off, the top of his dress could totally be pushed down further if Loki would like, give him more leverage to admire Gwyndolin's breasts, be able to splay his hands on Gwyndolin's bare ribs... The poor thing squirms under Loki as he's trapped against the mattress, which probably isn't helping Loki's boner at the moment. But he does want to trust Loki. Wants to trust that Loki won't be angry, or if he is, at least won't try to hurt him... But it would be easier if he could at least say it, before Loki finds it himself! "Loki," He whimpers, words muffled against Loki's mouth, "Please, wait, it's important-"

itsAlana08/01/2018
"It can't be more important than this," Loki murmurs, and DOES push down the dress a little more once he thinks he's removed enough of Gwyndolin's hair decorations, lowers his head to Gwyndolin's neck to nibble and suck as his hands explore Gwyndolin's truly, completely, wonderfully perfect skin, thumbs finding nipples and fingers finding ribs and-- nnngh, god, he wants to be inside Gwyndolin, he needs Gwyndolin--

He starts pulling Gwyndolin's skirt up, squirming a little himself to let him ruck it up in a very undignified way, and lifts his head again, only to kiss Gwyndolin eagerly and nibble at his lower lip.

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/01/2018
"But-!" But it is! It's extremely important! But he doesn't get to finish, not when he's too busy gasping and making high noises at a cold mouth and cold hands exploring his skin, nibbling, touching, goosebumps pimpling his flesh. But then Loki is rucking up his wedding gown, and Gwyndolin lifts his head, making a loud squeal of alarm, trying again to try and stop Loki's hands- only for his mouth to be claimed again, nibbled and kissed against Gwyndolins somewhat distressed, protesting whines, his snakes hissing and writhing.

itsAlana08/02/2018
Why such distress, dear Gwyndolin? Loki is being gentle, if demanding and eager, his hand finding the outside of Gwyndolin's thigh and caressing the bare and silky skin there, his other hand teasing an even silkier breast, his mouth cool and his teeth tender in their nibbles-- Loki can hardly wait a moment longer, though, and he whispers, "I need you, my Gwyndolin," and his hand slides higher up his thigh, finding the ribbons on his bloomers with surprising accuracy. (It helps that he totally watched Gwyndolin change that one time! Not that Gwyndolin knows that.)

And then the ribbon is being tossed away, to flutter somewhere beyond the bed, and Loki can peel back the silk, hand finding Gwyndolin's hip, still out of his sight but not out of reach for stroking and petting and treating with eager affection...

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Loki is being gentle, yes, if rushed and eager, but he won't listen to Gwyndolin's protests, won't slow down, won't give Gwyndolin a chance to explain something extremely important- "Mh!" He whines as his breast is played with by a chilly hand, as he's nibbled and mouthed at, and as Loki demands more, his hand seeking forbidden frontiers, Gwyndolin tries to plea. "Loki! Wait, please-"

It's really a shame Loki hardly takes a moment to really admire how Gwyndolin looks under his skirt in his pretty wedding bloomers, shorter than his usual pairs and much lacier, with soft, lovely silk instead of fine cotton... But alas, the ribbons are already gone, the silk peeling away under Loki's hands. "No, Loki-!" He cries, his eyes starting to well up with tears in panic at the imminent discovery of his most dangerous secret, his fears of retribution. "Look away, please- wait- I need to-!"

And if Loki ignores poor Gwyndolin's protests, and looks, or at the very least goes to grope at Gwyndolin's crotch once bare, he won't find a pretty, untouched vagina as expected of a pretty, pure princess... Instead he'll find a very small, soft, underdeveloped cock, and an equally tiny, underdeveloped sack nestled under it.

itsAlana08/02/2018
Who is he to complain about a pretty, pure prince instead?

Not that he knows that quite yet-- but Gwyndolin's plea for him to look away has the opposite effect, and Loki does, finally, pull back, sitting back on his heels and taking a look, hands shifting aside skirts and cute bloomers-- oh! Hmm! No wonder Gwyndolin thought it was a little pressing! But Loki doesn't mind-- in fact, he knows better what to do with this equipment than he would with what he expected, and he grins at his bride (or... groom? He'll have to ask later!) as he leans back over him, pressing a kiss to his mouth, pressing their bodies close together, hand sneaking inwards to stroke Gwyndolin's little cock with a thumb before Loki starts to displace his own trousers.

(Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
loki: oh. thats a penis
gwyndolin: [in tears] im sorry i tried to tell you please dont be mad at me-
loki: [already lubing up his dick] uh huh thats nice sweetie im gay now hold still for a minute
itsAlana08/02/2018
lmao PRETTY MUCH)

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Gwyndolin makes a high pitched noise of distress as Loki does the opposite of what he asked and looks- and sees- and his eyes that had started brimming with tears spill over onto his cheeks before he covers his face with his hands. "Please- I tried to tell thee, I-I- I am so sorry," He says, voice wavering and high and full of distress and fear. "Please, do not be too cross with me-!"

And then he gets a kiss, interrupting his distressed begging, and a thumb toying at his tiny cock, making him squeak with surprise and a touch of unanticipated pleasure- he's never had anything touch his cock before...! He takes his hands from his face, squirming under his husband, absolutely not sure what to think. "L-Loki-!?"

itsAlana08/02/2018
Loki makes a humming noise, and nuzzles along Gwyndolin's jaw, and gets his dick out, though Gwyndolin also probably can't see that with the masses of his skirts and Loki's body pressed so close to his-- but doubtless he can feel it, hard and cool and strangely ridged, as Loki shifts his hips and presses it alongside Gwyndolin's, frotting against him for a moment. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, adoringly, and kisses just under Gwyndolin's ear, one hand extracting itself from the tangle of clothes around them and reaching out to summon something lubricating to hand-- a waste of magic, probably, but Loki doesn't want to pull away...

He's unfocused, distracted, so instead of some jar or vial coming to hand, he just finds his fingers slick and slippery, but that will do quite well anyways, and he wraps his newly lubricated hand around their dicks, thrusting them together, letting the lube coat him from head to root... soon, soon, he'll be able to take Gwyndolin's virginity, finally have the lovely creature he wants so much...

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Gwyndolin has never been more confused, Loki's utter non-reaction throwing him for a complete loop- one that he is mildly distracted by when he starts to feel a stiff, chilly cock rutting against his own. He makes a funny, high-pitched noise of surprised, confused pleasure and squirms a little, not sure yet what to make of this... only that it feels nice, but is utterly confounding. Why would Loki just be acting like nothing is wrong, why would he put himself against Gwyndolin's body like this??

"Wait- Loki-" He tries to protest again, though less urgent now, and more confused. "Art- art thou not angry with m- ah!" His voice breaks into a sudden, high, gasping noise of very definitely pleasure, if still very surprised and alarmed, as Loki is wrapping a slick hand around both their cocks as he ruts them together. His voice quickly melts into a wavering, whimpering moan, a shiver running up his spine. "O-Oh...!"

itsAlana08/02/2018
Why would he be? Loki laughs, a little breathlessly, and asks, "If I was, would I do this?"

This, apparently, is pulling his cock away from Gwyndolin's, and sliding it back, the head gliding over the soft skin behind Gwyndolin's sack and nudging against his entrance-- ahhh, Gwyndolin's body is so soft, so giving, and Loki rubs and thrusts against Gwyndolin, nudging the head slowly inside him, stretching him on its lubed thickness as Loki kisses and nibbles and licks at his neck, slowly working up a gentle little hickie, marking his beautiful Gwyndolin as his...

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Gwyndolin can't help but agree that if Loki were cross with him, he probably wouldn't be chuckling at him, nuzzling and kissing and nibbling at him, so sweetly laying gentle bruises against his neck with little hickies that make Gwyndolin whimper and whine. Gwyndolin also can't help but make funny high-pitched noises and gasps as Loki's chilly cock, cold and slick, probes at his perineum and at his hole. He whines and trembles and squirms just a little, struggling to contain himself.

"L-Loki...!" He whimpers, his face flushing, trembling beneath Loki, his voice going high and pleasured and alarmed as his entrance spreads steadily around the head of Loki's cock. And just as his outer flesh is soft and silken and wonderful, and his entrance is soft and giving and wonderful, Loki will swiftly discover that Gwyndolin inside is also soft and wonderful, and quite delightfully, virginally tight...

itsAlana08/02/2018
Ohhh, he is tight-- so very tight-- Loki groans and bites lightly down on Gwyndolin's neck, rocking his hips gently, shivering each time one of the raised designs on his cock slips past Gwyndolin's entrance, voice low and eager as he makes lustful noises against his Gwyndolin's skin. See, Gwyndolin? Nothing to worry about, nothing could be more important than this, nothing you need warn Loki about, all that matters is your handsome husband slowly sinking into you, groaning and hungry for you, shivering in pleasure as he wraps a hand around your hip and his teeth around your skin and your body around his cock.

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Yeah, you know what, Gwyndolin is quickly deciding that perhaps this is actually rather nice... That perhaps he should have been more trusting from the start... But at the same time, how was he to know that Loki would be truly unbothered? He knows so little of Jotun culture! Ahhh, but this, this right now... He gives a long, wavering moan as ridge after ridge of Loki's uniquely patterned cock pops gently past Gwyndolins soft, tight ring, Loki's chilly, slick cock sliding steadily into him.

"O-Ohhh, Loki...!" He breathes, snaking his arms up and around his husband's neck and shoulders, tilting his head away from Loki's, baring more of his neck for that wonderful, hungry mouth that's been peppering his flesh with kisses and sweet little bruises. He's never, ever imagined, not even considered, what it would feel like to stretch around another man's cock, to be steadily filled, and... and oh, oh, it feels quite lovely, feeling Loki sinking into him, inch after sweet, chilly inch. He starts to plead again, only this time with pleasure on his voice, aching for more. "Oh, please...!"

itsAlana08/02/2018
Didn't Loki tell Gwyndolin that he'd have no problems sleeping with a prince if it was politically sound, and he was handsome? Of course, Gwyndolin might have been distracted by how flustered he was by the very idea of having a threesome with Loki and another man...

Loki makes a very, very pleased noise at how much his Gwyndolin's enjoying this-- how quickly chasteness melts away! how quickly objections melt! And they've only just started!-- and he presses his hips a little harder, sinking into Gwyndolin a little faster, his cock growing juuust a smidge thicker as he goes, slowly stretching Gwyndolin's hole open more and more... he loves this, he's so glad he has this, it was so absolutely worth the wait, the marriage, just as much as the alliance was, and Gwyndolin's sweet pleading for more makes his heart pound and his skin flush and his cock twitch with need.

Breathless, he murmurs against Gwyndolin's delicately bruised neck, "You feel wonderful, you're wonderful, I'm so glad I have you," and his cock seats itself inside Gwyndolin, as deep as it can go, stuffing him fuller than he could have ever imagined and shifting slightly with Loki's breaths, his heartbeat, the grinding of his hips. Loki gasps for a moment, and nuzzles Gwyndolin's neck, and ruins the romance with an eager whisper, "I want to come in you, fill you with my seed, my Gwyndolin..."

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Listen, Gwyndolin thought that was more of a 'lie back and think of England' sort of thing, and also, he's mostly forgotten it in his many flusters since. Loki's more eager push into Gwyndolin's sweet, pure hole causes the pretty boy to yelp, voice full of pleasure, and his hips roll- actually roll against Loki's, if halting and shy, but certainly needy with his growing eagerness. It feels good, it does, especially as Loki's hips come flushed against his ass, leaving him stuffed full of wonderful, perfectly sized, chilly cock.

"Ah... L-Loki..." His husband's name and sweet little pleas seem to be the only words his lips can form now, his head fallen back, silken and only slightly messy hair (from his braid and all the things Loki managed to pluck out of it, leaving it partially unraveled and slightly tangled, though the silky strands seem to struggle to hold a knot, slipping against each other) splayed about his head, his lashes fluttering. He bends his knees, lifting his legs, so that he can wrap them more eagerly about Loki's hips, squeezing them with his knees, his snakes falling about the backs of Loki's legs, coiling about them and themselves.

And maybe Loki had started off romantic, moaning about how lovely Gwyndolin is, how happy he is to have him, only to ruin it with crass, horny words... But Gwyndolin hardly minds at the moment, only knowing that he is being told he's wonderful, that Loki wants him, desires him, needs him, aches for him, that Loki is enjoying him, just as he is, oh- oh- His cock, still soft despite everything thus far, stirs under Loki, twitching a smidge as his husband is seated within him, complementing him, the tiny dong threatening to, perhaps, finally show signs of arousal... but not quite yet. "Oh, L-Loki..." He gasps and moans, his chastity falling away to base pleasure. "My husband, my... my Loki, please...! F-Feels... feels good!"

itsAlana08/02/2018
Ahhh, if Gwyndolin thinks this feels good--

Well, he's right, it feels wonderful, Gwyndolin under him, hips rolling and arms and legs and body wrapped around him, but it could feel even better, and Loki mumbles something incoherent against Gwyndolin's skin as his hips draw back, slowly, dragging the ridge of his cockhead back over every inch of Gwyndolin's hole, until its only just inside him-- and then he thrusts, filling Gwyndolin all in one glorious moment, stuffing him full and, hopefully, making his sweet voice cry out-- and Loki will help that voice along by biting down on Gwyndolin's neck, just a smidge less gently than before, drawing out noise with his teeth.

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
After pulling nearly out, the slow drag of his ridged cock sliding out of Gwyndolin making the sweet thing shudder and gasp in delight, only to thrust all the way back in with a single fluid motion of shocking pleasure, Loki gets exactly what he hoped for. Gwyndolin absolutely cries out, his back arching under Loki, pressing his chest, his breasts, up against Loki's, his hips jerking, and something oddly wonderful happened during that thrust. Some brush of his cock as it abruptly filled Gwyndolin all at once, stretching him out, spreading at all angles, sends alarming pleasure singing through Gwyndolin's body, making lights sparkle behind his eyes, and most importantly, makes his small, mostly unresponsive cock... suddenly respond, growing into a stiff couple inches between them, growing just a smidge as it achieves the very first erection in Gwyndolin's lifetime.

"Loki!!" He cries out, following his initial cry and wave of pleasure, squeezing his husband's hips between his knees, snakes coiling a little tightly around Loki's legs and hissing together, all at once, a cry of their own with their master. One of his hands has come to bury itself in Loki's hair, clinging in the dark curls, unintentionally tugging, while the other presses his fingertips and his well-manicured nails to the ridged flesh of Loki's back.

itsAlana08/02/2018
Ahhh-- the feeling of Gwyndolin arching up against him-- his bare breasts pressing to Loki's still-clothed chest-- next time they do this, Loki needs to be naked, to feel that soft skin against every inch of him as Gwyndolin moves and cries out and calls his name--

But for now, feeling his cock harden against his lower stomach, Loki will make do with moving his hand to cover it, palm cool and gentle as he gives it something to rub against as Loki repeats the motion, the slow withdrawing, the swift plunge back into Gwyndolin's body, loving the responses both things get, the shuddering and the cries, the gasps and the tightening of Gwyndolin's legs around him, even the cute hissing of his snakes...! Leaving Gwyndolin's bruised neck, Loki raises his head to kiss Gwyndolin's chin, his jaw, his cute cheeks and cuter nose, spreading his affection all over Gwyndolin's face and fucking him enthusiastically into the bed.

Potente Byrd Mæmes08/02/2018
Each time Loki thrusts so eagerly into Gwyndolin, plunging his cock so hungrily into his new bride(groom?)'s perfect hole, he gets fairly similar results; Gwyndolin crying out in increasing pleasure and delight, the squeezing of his lover's legs around him, the hisses of snakes to match his cries and their tightening coils, the arch of his back, the tugging and scrabbling of his hands in Loki's hair and against his back. But let us also make mention of all the beautiful little moans and rolls and jerks of his hips and shivers and whines and whimpers inbetween.

Let us also make note that, when Loki starts to nuzzle and kiss at Gwyndolin's flushed, pretty face, silver lashes fluttering whenever they're not pressed shut tight, the sweet thing turns his head to follow Loki's lips until he can catch them with his own (possibly with a tightening of his grip in Loki's hair, an instinctive effort to still Loki long enough to allow him to kiss). The kiss only lasts a moment, though, where Gwyndolin says against his husband's lips in breathless words, "Loki- Oh, Loki, please-" He moans, and kisses again, his cheeks flushing more deeply as he shyly begs, "Please, touch... touch me? Please...!"