Thor’s hands were already on you, rough and eager, his massive frame pressing you into the soft mattress. His golden retriever energy was palpable, his breath hot against your neck as he mumbled something about how he’d been waiting for this moment, how he’d been dreaming of it. His lips found yours, claiming them with a hunger that was both sweet and feral, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a confidence that made your body arch into his. But then Loki was there, his lithe body slipping onto the bed beside you, his fingers trailing up your thigh with a precision that was almost calculated. You turned your head to look at him, and he smirked, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “Don’t hog her, brother,” he purred, his voice low and smooth like honey laced with poison. “Share.”Thor growled playfully, but he pulled back, his blue eyes burning with desire as he watched Loki’s fingers inch higher, teasing the edge of your underwear. You gasped, your hips lifting instinctively, and Loki chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Gods, they were both so different, and yet the way they were working together—Thor’s raw, untamed energy and Loki’s calculated dominance—was driving you wild.Loki’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, his touch deliberate, slow, as if he wanted to savor every second. He circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you moan, and Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as if he couldn’t stand to stay still. “Let me,” Thor said, his voice rough with need, and Loki smirked again, pulling his hand away.Thor didn’t waste a second. He yanked your underwear down, tossing them aside, and then his mouth was on you, hot and wet and insatiable. You cried out, your fingers tangling in his golden hair as he devoured you, his tongue swirling around your clit with a skill that made your legs shake. He was relentless, his enthusiasm almost overwhelming, and you could feel the electricity in the air, the way his powers seemed to heighten every sensation.But Loki wasn’t content to sit back and watch. His hands slid up your stomach, pushing your shirt up over your breasts, and then his mouth was on your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. You moaned, your back arching, and Loki’s teeth grazed your flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He was teasing you, taking his time, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a methodical precision that was driving you insane.Thor’s tongue delved deeper, and you felt the first waves of pleasure building, your hips rocking against his mouth as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Loki’s hand slid down your body, his fingers replacing Thor’s mouth as he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and Loki chuckled darkly. “Not yet, darling,” he murmured, his voice a silken whisper in your ear. “We’re just getting started.”Thor pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes wild with desire. “My turn,” he said, his voice a deep rumble, and before you could respond, he was flipping you onto your hands and knees, his hands rough but not unkind as he positioned you. You felt the weight of his cock pressing against your entrance, thick and hard, and you whimpered with anticipation.“Wait,” Loki said, his voice sharp, and Thor froze, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Loki moved behind you, his body pressing against your back, his hand sliding down to grip Thor’s cock. “Let’s make this interesting,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief, and then he was guiding Thor into you, his other hand slipping between your legs to stroke your clit as Thor pushed inside.You cried out, the sensation of being filled by Thor while Loki’s fingers worked you almost too much to bear. Thor groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to thrust, his pace slow and deliberate at first but quickly growing more intense. Loki’s fingers never stopped moving, his touch light and teasing, and you could feel the pleasure building, tightening in your core like a coiled spring.“That’s it,” Loki murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Let go for us.” His words were like a command, and you obeyed, your body convulsing as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Thor’s thrusts became erratic, his grunts of pleasure mingling with your cries as he reached his own climax, his release spilling into you with a warmth that made you shiver.Loki’s hand moved away from your clit, sliding up your body to cup your breast as you both began to come down from the high. Thor pulled out, his breathing heavy, and you collapsed onto the bed, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Loki’s lips found yours, his kiss slow and possessive, and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent.“My turn,” Loki said, his voice low and dangerous, and you felt a thrill of anticipation run through you as he moved to position himself between your legs. Thor’s hands slid down your body, his touch gentle now, and he leaned down to kiss you, his lips soft and sweet against yours. “Don’t wear her out, brother,” he said, his voice teasing, but there was a note of warning in it.Loki smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I won’t. But she’s not done yet,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. You shivered, your body already responding to the anticipation coiling in your stomach, and Loki’s fingers slid down your thigh, parting your legs as he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin.“Let’s see how much more you can take,” he whispered, his tongue flicking over your clit, and you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to work his magic. Thor’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and hungry, and you could feel the heat building inside you again, the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until—“Loki—” you gasped, your body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, and he chuckled, the sound dark and delicious as he continued to push you higher, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. Thor’s hands were everywhere, his touch warm and electric, and you could feel the tension in the air, the way they were both focused on you, on pleasing you.“You’re mine,” Loki growled against your skin, his voice a low, possessive rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, “And mine.”You moaned, your body trembling with the intensity of their attention, and Loki’s fingers slipped inside you again, curling in just the right way as his tongue continued to work on your clit. You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, and Thor’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and possessive.“Come for us,” Loki commanded, his voice a silken whisper in your ear, and you obeyed, your body convulsing as the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave of ecstasy. Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “That’s it, love,” and Loki’s fingers continued to work you, prolonging the pleasure until you were trembling with the aftershocks.When Loki finally pulled away, his lips curved into a smug smirk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Not bad,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But I think we can do better.”Thor chuckled, his hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “We’re just getting started,” he said, his voice rough with desire, and you moaned, your body already responding to the promise in his words.Loki’s hands slid down your thighs, parting your legs again, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin as he leaned in. “Let’s see how much more you can take,” he whispered, his tongue flicking over your clit, and you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to work his magic again. Thor’s lips found yours, his kiss deep and hungry, and you could feel the heat building inside you again, the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until—“Again,” Loki commanded, his voice low and dangerous, and you cried out, your body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, “You’re perfect,” and Loki’s fingers continued to work you, prolonging the pleasure until you were trembling with the aftershocks.When Loki finally pulled away, his lips curved into a smug smirk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Not bad,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But I think we can do better.”

Thor and Loki both initiate intimate contact with you, Thor's actions being more eager and raw while Loki's are calculated and teasing. Thor goes down on you while Loki teases your nipples and fingers you, leading to your first orgasm and Thor's release. Loki takes his turn, bringing you to another intense orgasm, and both brothers continue to take turns pleasing you.

Thor’s hands were already on you, rough and eager, his massive frame pressing you into the soft mattress. His golden retriever energy was _palpable,_ his breath hot against your neck as he mumbled something about how he’d been waiting for this moment, how he’d been dreaming of it. His lips found yours, claiming them with a hunger that was both sweet and feral, his tongue sliding into your mouth with a confidence that made your body arch into his. 

But then Loki was there, his lithe body slipping onto the bed beside you, his fingers trailing up your thigh with a precision that was almost calculated. You turned your head to look at him, and he smirked, his green eyes glinting with mischief. “Don’t hog her, brother,” he purred, his voice low and smooth like honey laced with poison. “Share.”

Thor growled playfully, but he pulled back, his blue eyes burning with desire as he watched Loki’s fingers inch higher, teasing the edge of your underwear. You gasped, your hips lifting instinctively, and Loki chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. _Gods, they were both so different,_ and yet the way they were working together—Thor’s raw, untamed energy and Loki’s calculated dominance—was driving you wild.

Loki’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, his touch deliberate, _slow,_ as if he wanted to savor every second. He circled your clit, applying just enough pressure to make you moan, and Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as if he couldn’t stand to stay still. “Let me,” Thor said, his voice rough with need, and Loki smirked again, pulling his hand away.

Thor didn’t waste a second. He yanked your underwear down, tossing them aside, and then his mouth was on you, hot and wet and _insatiable._ You cried out, your fingers tangling in his golden hair as he devoured you, his tongue swirling around your clit with a skill that made your legs shake. He was _relentless,_ his enthusiasm almost overwhelming, and you could feel the electricity in the air, the way his powers seemed to heighten every sensation.

But Loki wasn’t content to sit back and watch. His hands slid up your stomach, pushing your shirt up over your breasts, and then his mouth was on your nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud before sucking it into his mouth. You moaned, your back arching, and Loki’s teeth grazed your flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through you. He was _teasing_ you, taking his time, his hands exploring every inch of your body with a methodical precision that was driving you insane.

Thor’s tongue delved deeper, and you felt the first waves of pleasure building, your hips rocking against his mouth as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. Loki’s hand slid down your body, his fingers replacing Thor’s mouth as he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut, and Loki chuckled darkly. “Not yet, darling,” he murmured, his voice a silken whisper in your ear. “We’re just getting started.”

Thor pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes wild with desire. “My turn,” he said, his voice a deep rumble, and before you could respond, he was flipping you onto your hands and knees, his hands rough but not unkind as he positioned you. You felt the weight of his cock pressing against your entrance, thick and hard, and you whimpered with anticipation.

“Wait,” Loki said, his voice sharp, and Thor froze, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Loki moved behind you, his body pressing against your back, his hand sliding down to grip Thor’s cock. “Let’s make this _interesting_,” he said, his voice dripping with mischief, and then he was guiding Thor into you, his other hand slipping between your legs to stroke your clit as Thor pushed inside.

You cried out, the sensation of being filled by Thor while Loki’s fingers worked you almost too much to bear. Thor groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to thrust, his pace slow and deliberate at first but quickly growing more intense. Loki’s fingers never stopped moving, his touch light and teasing, and you could feel the pleasure building, tightening in your core like a coiled spring.

“That’s it,” Loki murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Let go for us.” His words were like a command, and you obeyed, your body convulsing as the first wave of your orgasm crashed over you. Thor’s thrusts became erratic, his grunts of pleasure mingling with your cries as he reached his own climax, his release spilling into you with a warmth that made you shiver.

Loki’s hand moved away from your clit, sliding up your body to cup your breast as you both began to come down from the high. Thor pulled out, his breathing heavy, and you collapsed onto the bed, your body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Loki’s lips found yours, his kiss slow and possessive, and you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hard and insistent.

“My turn,” Loki said, his voice low and dangerous, and you felt a thrill of anticipation run through you as he moved to position himself between your legs. Thor’s hands slid down your body, his touch gentle now, and he leaned down to kiss you, his lips soft and sweet against yours. “Don’t wear her out, brother,” he said, his voice teasing, but there was a note of warning in it.

Loki smirked, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, I won’t. But she’s not done yet,” he said, his voice dripping with promise. You shivered, your body already responding to the anticipation coiling in your stomach, and Loki’s fingers slid down your thigh, parting your legs as he leaned in, his breath hot against your skin.

“Let’s see how much more you can take,” he whispered, his tongue flicking over your clit, and you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to work his magic. Thor’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and hungry, and you could feel the heat building inside you again, the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until—

“Loki—” you gasped, your body arching off the bed as another wave of pleasure crashed over you, and he chuckled, the sound dark and delicious as he continued to push you higher, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. Thor’s hands were everywhere, his touch warm and electric, and you could feel the tension in the air, the way they were both focused on you, on _pleasing_ you.

“You’re mine,” Loki growled against your skin, his voice a low, possessive rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, “And mine.”

You moaned, your body trembling with the intensity of their attention, and Loki’s fingers slipped inside you again, curling in just the right way as his tongue continued to work on your clit. You could feel another orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tight in your core, and Thor’s lips found yours again, his kiss deep and possessive.

“Come for us,” Loki commanded, his voice a silken whisper in your ear, and you obeyed, your body convulsing as the pleasure crashed over you in wave after wave of ecstasy. Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “That’s it, love,” and Loki’s fingers continued to work you, prolonging the pleasure until you were trembling with the aftershocks.

When Loki finally pulled away, his lips curved into a smug smirk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Not bad,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But I think we can do better.”

Thor chuckled, his hands sliding up your body to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “We’re just getting started,” he said, his voice rough with desire, and you moaned, your body already responding to the promise in his words.

Loki’s hands slid down your thighs, parting your legs again, and you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin as he leaned in. “Let’s see how much more you can take,” he whispered, his tongue flicking over your clit, and you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as he began to work his magic again. Thor’s lips found yours, his kiss deep and hungry, and you could feel the heat building inside you again, the pleasure spiraling tighter and tighter until—

“Again,” Loki commanded, his voice low and dangerous, and you cried out, your body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over you, the pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable. Thor’s hands tightened on your hips, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered, “You’re perfect,” and Loki’s fingers continued to work you, prolonging the pleasure until you were trembling with the aftershocks.

When Loki finally pulled away, his lips curved into a smug smirk, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Not bad,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “But I think we can do better.”

In this tale, a lover finds themselves caught in the intoxicating dynamic between Thor and Loki, as the God of Thunder's eager, adoring energy clashes and complements Loki's calculated, dominating presence. The narrative delves into a passionate threesome, exploring themes of power exchange, shared pleasure, and the intense connection between the three characters, with each God bringing their unique traits to the bedroom, creating a whirlwind of sensations and desires.

Thor's Golden Retriever Energy and Loki's Mischief

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