Underworld Bride Trials 1 Playboy King - Meg Xuemei X. Page 0,70

bruising me, yet the pleasure was divine. This was even better than I had fantasized, and I wondered how it would feel when we fucked outside the fairyland, just his true self and mine.

Would we ever fuck again?

I moaned shamelessly as his hard thrusts slammed into all the right spots inside me. My inner walls milked him as I screamed his name.

Then he spun me and let me fall onto his lap, our flesh still connected. Loki half-leaned on the ground, his knee bent, as he heaved me up and down his massive length.

“Your skin is cool to the touch, my ice maiden, yet you have the hottest pussy ever.” He growled, as if the pleasure was too much for him, and then he demanded more. He bucked his hips up and drove into me in a frenzied rhythm.

I called his name in moans, years of aching and bleakness and desperation fading into the mist and no longer screaming in my bones as his hard cock filled my every inch and kept stretching my tight sheath.

The avatar of the King of the Underworld was mating with my avatar; these exquisite moments would be no more than a memory when we left here.

“This is the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Loki hissed in pleasure. “I wonder what it’s like to fuck you outside of this fantasy realm.”

He drove deep into my sheath, and before I knew it, I exploded on his cock. I came so hard that stars swirled behind my eyelids, and the glowing blue ocean spun around me.

Loki kept thrusting into me relentlessly while his hand rubbed my swollen clit. Pleasure infused my every nerve ending at the friction. A second tidal wave dragged me under when I felt him pulsing violently inside me.

The king roared in joy as he found his release. His hot jets of semen warmed my womb. His beast’s fierce joy rippled into me, rocking me and mirroring mine.

“Mine,” he growled possessively and delivered a deeper, brutal thrust. “You might not know it yet, Bunny, but you’re mine. I imprinted on you right here, and you’re the first woman who’s ever made me spill my seed.”

My mind went blank when a third, climatic wave threatened to break. When I came to Hell, I learned the myth about natural-born demons being unable to ejaculate unless they met their true mate. Loki was half-god, but he was a half-demon born in Hell as well, so the rule could still apply to him.

However, we were in a fairyland in a virtual reality, so all rules could be broken.

“Still like it, my Bunny?” Loki asked lazily, thrusting into me leisurely and deliciously, as we both savored the motion.

Dark lightning flashed across the horizon. Where it disappeared, an ice storm formed, faster than my mind could perceive. Before I could shout a warning, the storm rolled toward us.

“What the fuck—” Loki called, instinctively pulling me tighter against him and shielding me, but the storm moved faster.

Before I could take my next breath, a violent wind tore him from me and sent the King of the Underworld flying backward. I, however, remained pinned at the center of the storm’s eye, my pulse racing.

I yelled Loki’s name, but he was no longer within my view, and I couldn’t hear a thing over the roaring of the wind and the sudden downpouring of an icy rain.

Not far from me, a swirling black mist grew, and a giant, male figure stepped out of what had become a portal into our private fairyland. The man’s icy-silver eyes shined with malice and raw lust as they drank in my naked body. Ice and storm power, greater than mine, rippled off him. His presence was even more dominating and terrifying than the storm he carried, and all the air in my lungs escaped in a rush of fear.

He could easily be one of the most stunning males in any universe. He had the same skin tone as mine, as if we were carved from the same never-melting glacier. His silver hair with streaks of gold billowed in the wind, along with his red cloak draped over his armor. As powerful as he was, he almost never removed his armor except when he was in a bath or having sex.

Ragnarö, the god son of Thrym, the Frost Giant God King from Udgård, stood in front of me. Every part of me trembled, and I stopped breathing. As we locked gazes, my ex-mate’s hand reached for me, ready to