#@fatewitch

**guys this is mostly the gratuitous sex that I considered cutting** **I hope you enjoy it but it’s 9000% sex in this chapter.** (Click here for Part 1) (Click here for Part 2) (Click here for Part 3) (Click here for Part 4) (Click here for Part 5) (Click here for Part 6) Thor woke to the sound of some cellular device he did not recognize, in an actual bed with Miss at his side. He blinked, bleary-eyed, fumbled for the cellphone. He turned the alarm off on the cellphone that was not his. He wrapped his sweaty, muscled arms around Miss, snuggled into her. He melted into the mattress with a sigh. Miss bolted upright, disoriented. Thor pulled her back down to the mattress.

Wait, I'm not in the shelter, where am I, who is holding me down, when did I... Oh. Oh that's Thor, Thought Miss, and this is Loki's – or my – new apartment. I get to stay here as long as I'm never late for work oh god!

"What time is it!" Miss asked.

Thor scooted his hips against miss, warm hard junk pressed against her as an answer. She found her phone, saw the time.

"Ah, why?" she groaned.

She reluctantly squirmed away from Thor. She still wore her Torture Candy polo and the skirt Loki gave her.

"You'll be back," Thor murmured into the pillows.

She rushed to the bathroom with no time to shower. She locked Thor out and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair and clothes were a hot mess. She brushed her teeth and hair and considered going to work in the same skirt, switching shirts to the candy striped Tricky Treats dress shirt.  Unfortunately, the Tricky Treats shirt no longer fit her.  Then she noticed a note and pen by the glass bathroom scale.

Weigh yourself before work. You'll need to weigh yourself on every break once you're at work. I have bigger uniform shirts for you when you get here. Please pick up some black stretch pants that fit you before you come in. ~Loki.

Miss weighed herself. She weighed eight pounds less than the moment on the scale in the fitting room. Wow, he must really have worked me over last night, if the scales are consistent then I'm probably dehydrated as all hell, she thought. As she stepped off the scale, she noticed that the back of the black skirt marked white and torn with the sex they'd had. She returned to her living room and snatched a pair of sweatpants from the trash bags. She came back to her room. Thor, eyes closed and naked, sprawled out on the bed with hard cock in the air. Valuable seconds burned away as she stared at this in stunned silence. The corner of his lip turned up and his hand closed. He motioned Miss to come to him with one finger.

"I have to go to work," she said.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed.

He stroked himself. She throbbed inside. Fuck it, what do I have to lose except my new home my dream job and another pound, she thought. She huffed, rolled her eyes at herself, grabbed a condom from the line on the nightstand.

"This has to be quick," she said.

He stared at her with twinkling eyes as she rolled the condom down on him.

"Can I stay all day today," he asked.

"Sure why not, just stay out of the closet," she said.

She mounted him, ratchet skirt and all, before he had the chance to ask about the closet. Their bodies smashed the Torture Candy polo and shuffled its fabric between their chests. Her cellphone called out a final warning. She cried out in disappointment about it, and started to dutifully lift herself off his cock. He grabbed her hips and sank into her in a furious rhythm, breaking her cry of disappointment into a swift series of fractured, short shrieks. She collapsed atop him and let him do it. She tapped on his shoulder after a short moment. He drove into her and held it there, wormed his hand between their bodies to flick at the clit pressed against his pubic bone. She shuddered and hunched.

"Come on," he intoned, "let it go."

The deep resonation of his voice through his chest seeped up into her smushed breasts, and rattled "it" out of her skull. "It" burst from her with a low groan and an "Oh fuck." Her snatch clamped down around his cock because that's where "it" took hold and gripped for dear life. Her next breath felt like the first breath on land after a shipwreck when "it" left. He slipped himself in and out of her now relaxed flesh as he planted a firm kiss on her lips. He slipped his tongue against her mouth as he withdrew his cock from her.

"Go on, get ready, I'll drive you to work," he said.

Miss grasped her cellphone and the sweatpants as she clambered around him on wobbly knees. She scrambled for the closet door.

"I, you, I don't, you don't have to give me a ride in, just, don't look. Don't look!" she said.

She slammed the closet door behind her and changed into the sweat pants there. Thor chuckled, proceeded to lick his own lips to remember her flavor, and stroked himself to a fantasy of her. Meanwhile, Miss slipped through the magic elevator into the shop, just before open. Her wide ass shimmied as she descended the stairs in a hurry, calling for Loki.

"Loki, where are those new shirts? I'm sorry for being right on time, uh, something came up, kinda literally, that I think you really need to know about. Loki? Loki?" Miss said.

She looked around the shop. The clock clicked over to open time, but the signs did not. She waited five minutes past open, then returned to the elevator. She selected the office. The elevator doors opened.

"Okay, no Loki in here," she muttered.

She selected the clubhouse.

"No Loki," she said.

She hesitantly opened the emergency panel and pressed the security call button. The elevator doors opened to reveal Loki, Torture Candy polo opened to reveal her ample bosom, pale face lit by the bluish glow of the monitor array with the darkest circles under her eyes that Miss had ever seen. A cup of steaming coffee occupied her hand. Her candy apple red nails clicked against the wireless mouse. Miss failed to greet Loki, suddenly silenced by her own guilty conscious. Loki spent her laser focus on the monitors. Miss finally cleared her throat. Loki snapped back to Miss' reality and took a deep swig of coffee.

"Have you been watching the cameras all night?" Miss asked.

"Yeah, the footage has been very revealing," Loki said.

Loki pointed to Miss' sweatpants.

"You can't wear those to work," Loki said.

"Is that why the open sign didn't change?"

"We open late on Sunday," Loki said.

Miss fought the urge to run back home to Thor's fantastic cock.

"H-how much time, do we have?" Miss asked.

"Probably enough to go get some new pants if you hurry," Loki said.

Miss started out the elevator. Loki sniffed the air.

"I'll be going, then! But I have a lot of stuff to tell you when I get back," Miss said.

"Wait up," Loki said.

She sniffed the air more, rose and came towards Miss while sniffing.

"You need a bath, too," Loki said, "go to the clubhouse and let the mannequins take of you. Ugh, where were you? A frathouse crossfit gym?"

"No, uh, I was at the apartment you gave me, just Thor stayed the night," Miss blurted.

Miss explained everything while Loki sat in a state of shock.

"I guess I just lucked out that he has a weakness for skirts without underwear," Miss said.

"Oh my god, you got laid in my skirt? Where's my skirt!" Loki yipped.

"It's ah, still in the closet... it's pretty bad, he ripped it," Miss said.

"No, oh no, that was the skirt I use on Guess the Lingerie night!" Loki groaned.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to bring you I really did," Miss said.

"You should have!" Loki said.

"I'll do it next time, I promise," Miss said, "I mean, supposing there's a next time and you let me keep my job and my apartment and what not."

"And you almost ruined your uniform polo, too?" Loki asked.

"Yeah, sorry, we had sex in this too, is it ripped?" Miss asked.

Loki's eyes narrowed. She held out her hand palm up with her fingers splayed. The candy apple manicure danced as she gestured for Miss to give her the polo.

"Gimme the shirt," Loki said.

Miss blushed, stripped. She failed to wear a bra in her haste. She crossed her arm across her bare breast and handed the shirt to Loki. Loki took it without expression. She laid back in her chair, bundled the shirt, smashed it into her face, and inhaled deeply. She giggled and kicked her legs.

"This is what it's going to smell like when I fuck both your brains out!" Loki said.

She inhaled again, went limp in the chair, and groaned.

"It's going to be so great," she said.

"You know I kept the shirt on the whole time because I'm not really comfortable with anyone seeing me naked," Miss muttered.

Loki tossed the shirt back to Miss and kept her eyes closed.

"We have to get you a change of clothes and a bath, and quick," Loki said, "And besides that, I need to change."

"What will you change into this time?" Miss asked as she pulled the shirt overhead.

"I tend to stay in one of three forms, this form, the older guy, Loki Senior, if you will, and the younger man," Loki said, "and I'm not used to staying in one form all day, it's exhausting."

"You've been like this since yesterday," Miss observed.

"The younger Loki didn't want to come out," Loki said, "so we'll be seeing Loki Senior soon, and he'll take over until the candy shop closes."

Loki took Miss by the wrist and led her to the clubhouse. Loki stripped down and soaked in the hot tub while Miss rinsed off.

"You know I know you don't like others to see you naked, but you should really come relax if you want to, we have time," Loki said.

The shower squeaked to a halt. Miss came around the bend in a towel, dipped her toe into the hot tub. She sank into the warm bubbly water, leaving the towel at the edge.

"So, Thor didn't get to see you naked," Loki asked.

"Weirdly, no, not yet. I did tell him about our product testing sessions, though," Miss said.

Loki bit her red lower lip as her face stretched into a grin.

"How much did you tell him," asked Loki.

"Told him about the part where you scooted us closer and we pretended that it was him who pulled us together," Miss replied.

The tip of Loki’s tongue pressed against the top of her teeth as she snickered.

"Ah fuck," she sighed, "that just makes me want to do more product testing. But if I do that now, I'm going to want to sleep all day."

"Do you think I could run the shop for you while you catch up on sleep?" Miss asked.

"That's probably a good idea. I should warn you I'll be changing soon," Loki said.

"Good," Miss said, "I wanted to see the change."

Loki's nipples shrank and pulled taught to the muscle of her chest as the breasts turned to flattened pectorals. Her hair pulled itself up behind her ears. His chin jutted and filled out to a sharper point. He brought his hands out of the water. His nails grew broader beneath the gel manicure. He pushed gently on the tips of each nail, which released itself from the cuticle with a tiny crack. He left a pile of red nails at the edge of the hot tub. He looked different in her makeup, the fake eyelashes, the candy apple red lipgloss. He sank his head below the water and rubbed at his face. The false lashes floated to the surface and spun around in tiny circular currents. He emerged from the water with silver hair at his temples and on his haired chest. The waterproof eyeliner clung to the edges of his eyes, giving him a pretty appearance, despite the dark circles under his eyes. His lips were a mute shade of pink once again. Water dripped from his sharp nose. He grunted as he got comfortable, bringing one foot to his hand under the water. He picked at the gel pedicured toenails.

"It takes forever to get the girl bits off," he said.

Loki splashed Miss when she snickered at his Freudian slip.

"I'm horny as hell over here thinking about you two, give me a break," Loki said.

"Is it jealousy?" Miss asked.

"It's excitement," he replied, "I mean, I hope it's excitement. It's excitement if you both want me involved."

"We do," Miss said.

"In that case," Loki trailed off.

He snatched the fake lashes from the water and put them with the fake nails. A mannequin strolled by to collect the bits and take them to the garbage. Loki patted the mannequin foot.

"Would you mind bringing over the A4 box from the office?" Loki asked.

"Eck eck!" the mannequin chirped.

"In that case, what?" Miss asked.

"In that case, I'd like to relax, get comfortable with each other," Loki suggested.

"So how long do we have before we open?" Miss asked.

"As long as we want, honestly," Loki said, "the only thing that absolutely must happen today is that Bitchface Buttsalot McGee has to pick up her order of cherries, and you have to weigh yourself every few hours."

"Oh! I was eight pounds lighter this morning," Miss said.

"Really? That good, eh? My fucking god he must be amazing in the sack," Loki said.

"What do you mean?" Miss stuttered.

"Calories don't just burn themselves off, Miss," Loki said.

"I, well, okay yeah," she said.

Loki closed his eyes, leaned back into the water. He brought his legs up. His toes glided through the bubbles. He relaxed and let himself float on the surface of the bubbling water. Foam coalesced around the contours of his lithe muscles. Bubbles clung to the seams between his submerged body and the air. White aerated water ran across the divots of his collar. Clear water drew fizz into the v shaped indentations over his hips, drawing Miss' eyes to his junk.

"Oh," she said, "you were horny as hell, no wonder you wanted to get your girl bits off!"

His face split and his hips sank beneath the water as he laughed. The mannequin returned to the edge of the hot tub with the same box of sex toys Miss dug through on her first day.

"Eck?" asked the mannequin.

"Just anywhere on the edge so we can get to it," Loki said.

He rolled over in the water and glided to the edge where the mannequin set the box. He shook the box and tipped it on its side and rummaged.

"Looking for waterproof toys?" asked Miss.

"Nope," he said, as he bit down on the edge of a line of condoms.

He returned to the water, nose deep. He planted his feet on the wall of the tub and pushed himself toward Miss. The sharp bridge of his nose cut a v shaped ripple through the bubbling water as he glided towards her. His hands caught the edge of the tub on either side of her and he rose to his feet, revealing the line of huge condoms that dangled from his mouth. The bottom of the line rested between Miss' breasts as he stared down at her. He dropped the line into the water, and she caught it with a gasp as he leaned to her ear to whisper.

"If it's alright with you," Loki said, "I want to feel how pliant you are in there after he came to visit."

Miss was certain she'd peed in the water from excitement at the suggestion, but did not want to tell him. She tore at the packaging in her hands.

"Am I right? Did having him inside you make you want to stay home and fuck all day? Is he not so good that just having his cock once left you ready for more? I know I'd still be plump and throbbing if I'd been the one he brought home," Loki murmured in Miss' ear.

She nodded. He licked along the sensitive cruses at the shell of her ear and leaned back to focus his gaze on her eyes. He watched her eyes lose focus on his as her breath grew heavy. She glanced down at the water, past the broad line of condoms floating in the froth, to Loki's hard cock, just a quick glance, as if to ensure it hadn't gone anywhere, and then back into his eyes.

"You like it," he asked.

She nodded. He glanced at the condoms and then back into her eyes.

"Put it on so I can put it in you," he whispered.

Her brow knit at his choice of words. She ripped open the package and slipped the condom out. She figured out why the packaging for the condoms was so large; they were flared at both ends, female condoms. She stared at it, trying to figure out how it worked as the fog of intense desire made a haze of her thoughts. He took a gentle hold of the prophylactic.

"Shall I do this for you?" he asked.

She nodded. A wrinkle at the corner of his mouth darkened in amusement.

"Up," he said.

She pulled herself up, the edge of her ass on the ledge. He guided her knees apart and slipped the condom inside her in the same motion. She gasped as his fingers grazed her plump g-spot; she'd had no idea how sensitive and filled with want it had grown. He crooned in reaction to her gasp, and painted over the same spot with purpose on his way out, eliciting a raspy shout from Miss. His fingers lingered in a promise that he would find this spot and smash it for as long as she desired. He grasped the ledge firmly with both hands.

"Down," he said.

His hips slid between her fattened thighs as she slipped back into the frothy water. His cock thrust inside her and crushed her plumped g-spot. The pleasure blinded her as physical reality spun away from her. She clung to him, slipped against his wet flesh, sank her teeth into his shoulder with a garbled cry in a last ditch effort to keep a grip on physical reality. Loki only grimaced, brayed through clenched teeth, and fucked faster with a feral growl. When Miss' hands finally found enough purchase to pull her mind back into her half-floating, shaken body, she stopped biting. He slowed. She liked that. He could tell by the enthusiasm and desperation of her wanton moans. He felt her build to orgasm. He heard her build to orgasm in her voice. He felt her climax on his cock as he heard her shuddering howl. He stopped, used his cock as a plug. She tapped desperately on his shoulder and cried for him to continue.

"No. Up," he said.

She whined, but she, shuddering, helped him push her upon the ledge. He pulled the wet condom from her, and slipped a new one inside her before her lips even stopped winking at him. He pulled the flange up around her clit and suckled it through the barrier. She arched into it and screwed her eyes shut and moaned yes.

He continued until he thought he might forgive her for stopping. Then he pushed her ass away from him, away from the ledge. Her drenched backside slid against the wet floor. He splashed out of the water and covered her with his body. His hair dangled towards her in dripping ribbons. His ragged breath and pink, throbbing cock signaled the inescapable end to his endurance.

"Can I finish inside you," he begged breathlessly.

She pouted and whined and lifted her ass from the floor, creating a bridge with her body to show him the winking lips on offer. He slipped two fingers back into the fresh condom to push it back into place and stoke her fires.

"Was that a yes or a meh?" he asked.

"Yes," she said.

He choked on a bit of spa moisture, shook his head to rid his face and hair of the dripping water. He finished, hovering above her with his hands and knees grinding into the hard floor. His quiet moan came louder than Miss had yet heard, but still quivered and slid at random in pitch and volume. The light of focus broke from his eyes as the shockwave of orgasm finished him. Miss reached up for his face, flicked her fingers into his hair, drew his face to her breasts. He sank as she pulled, unwilling and unable to fight this collapse. She felt his wet weight atop her. She squeezed the excess water from his hair and raked her nails through his drenched locks. The tips of her nails in his scalp tingled, and made Loki feel strangely whole as he caught his breath and fought sleep.

"I feel like I could sleep for a year," Loki said.

"But then I'd miss you," Miss said.

"Five minutes then," he said.

Miss stayed still while Loki faded from consciousness atop her. She wanted to give him a bit more than five minutes, but the floor was uncomfortable. She shook him gently.

"I need up," she said.

He snorted, said alright, and rose to his knees. He rubbed the bitemark on his shoulder as Miss got to her feet.

"Oh, ow, I'm sorry about that I didn't think I bit that hard," she said.

He swished his palm down at her.

"Don't worry about it," he said.

He got to his feet and stumbled for the couch.

"You're sure you've got the shop covered today? Because I really am going to sleep," he said.