Loki swayed like the tentacles of a sea anemone by the time he chose a single story building close to the ocean. He'd tried to disguise his stumbling, walking slowly with one foot in front of the other, but his words slurred. Shannon was worse. She hadn't even noticed when I'd lifted her into my arms almost three hours ago. Loki's 'few hours walk' had turned into five with the sea slug's pace we were moving. Shannon's eyes opened briefly when we'd rounded the building to find the ocean in front of us, but drooped closed afterwards.

Once again, she was boneless in my arms.

My stomach churned uncomfortably, a twisting pain still too familiar from last year's crisis when she'd almost died from energy depletion. But this time, we had a soulbond. I could save her, regardless of whether she was awake or not.

Loki shoved the lopsided door closed behind me, then slumped down against the wall. His eyelids fluttered, then closed as his head slid to the side.

Anxiety tightened my chest, squeezing my lungs as I looked from him to Shannon, unconscious in my arms. Blasted barnacles. Both of them were in trouble, relying on me to help them.

Still, I knew the choice Loki would want me to make.

Laying Shannon on the floor beside Loki's legs, I tugged off her boots, leather pants, and light blue scrap of fabric that covered her. The scent of hot woman, with the particular lemon vanilla notes that were all Shannon, had its predictable effect, but I ignored my own arousal.

This wasn't about me.

Instead, I bent my head to glide my tongue over the sensitive bud, enjoying her heady taste. Shannon twitched, legs widening in unconscious demand. Again, I licked over her, priming her body. Hopefully, once I got her to orgasm once or twice, she'd wake. Sleep on its own wouldn't recharge their energy here. Not in Helheim. She needed more.

They both did. I might not have their powers, but this was something I could do for my consorts.

Settling into the cradle of her thighs, I set about raising her arousal. Her hips rose restlessly, seeking my touch. Mumbled sounds tumbled from her lips as her breathing sped. Alert to our bond, explicit images spilled through from her mind, and I used everything I knew about my beautiful, sexy goddess.

And when her back arched, she grabbed my hair with her hand, shoving me harder against her demanding pussy.

"Gods, Elatha. Don't stop," she cried out, trembling, then writhing as the climax washed over her.

"Are you with me now, Shannon?" I asked, lifting my head as I plundered her squirming hips with my fingers.

"Fuck! Yes," she moaned. "Absolutely. Don't stop."

"Good, because Loki is also in bad shape, so I need to help him as well," I told her, shifting so my fingers continued to drive her towards a second orgasm while I reached over and worked at opening Loki's pants. Shells, this is hard to do one-handed.

"Loki's what?" Shannon asked, blinking and opening her eyes when I sent her a mental image of what I saw, then turning her head to see Loki beside her.

"Help me open his pants," I asked her, and with her help, it went much faster. As soon as I wrapped my hand around him, he hardened. He mumbled, but never opened his eyes. Worry clenched the muscles in my jaw, yet mixed with the pleasure of his rigid shaft against my palm.

By the first shell, please let this work. I drew in a ragged breath.

"On your knees, Shannon."

Moving her around, I got her draped over his thighs so I could both sink into her heated depths from behind and still reach Loki's cock. Using the same rhythm for both, I stroked Loki's cock and thrust into Shannon.

Precum glistened at the tip of his pale, ivory length, and Shannon keened, shoving backward to drive me into her harder. I increased my pace and was rewarded with groans and fluttering eyelids from Loki.

It's working!

Elation was a fire in my veins and I increased my pace again. Shannon moaned, getting louder as her muscles tensed. The quivering of her walls around me told me she was on the cusp. With my free hand, I pinched her clit, and she screamed as the orgasm tore through her, her back arching and then writhing.

My grip tightened around Loki's shaft, railing Shannon at the same savage pace as I my hand jerked. Just as the sensation of heat expanded from my balls to explode into Shannon's wet pussy clinging to me, Loki's cock expanded, then twitched, once, twice, and a third time as he ejaculated in hot spurts to cover my fingers.

Loki's eyes flew open with his loud groan, but I didn't stop. He didn't need recovery time. He needed to cum again. Shannon leaned over to add her mouth to my hand and we both brought him to a second hip-jerking climax, as I pounded into her tight little body to her screams of pleasure.

Yet both my consorts needed more.

"Give me your cock, Elatha," Loki growled and my eyes flew to his. Intensity burned in his darkened green gaze, with a flush of colour on his pale cheeks.

Shells, he was glorious. The tight feeling in my chest loosened as heat coiled in my abdomen. Pulling out of Shannon, I stood, waiting to see what he meant.

Loki tipped Shannon over and flipped her onto her back, then drove his cock in deep, to her keened approval and his loud groan. Beckoning me over, he had me get on my knees, straddling Shannon's head and facing him.

Not waiting for his instruction, Shannon's clever little tongue licked my balls, and I shivered. Seashells, she was good at that.

"I'm glad you think so," she said, and I knew I was probably sharing every thought in my head through the bond.

I didn't care. Not now, at least.

When Loki leaned forward, wrapped strong fingers around the base of my cock and drew me into his mouth, my eyes rolled back in my head.

"By the first shell, that feels fucking amazing," I groaned, shuddering. If I lasted more than a couple of minutes between Shannon and Loki's onslaught, I'd be amazed.

Underneath me, Shannon's body bucked as Loki thrust. Her moan vibrated against my sensitive skin and when her finger pressed in erotic demand, I couldn't hold back the volcanic climax that boiled up to spill into Loki's mouth.

Panting and hips jerking, I ran my fingers through the silky locks on both their heads. Light-headed with the combination of pleasure from cumming but also that my consorts were so lively, awake, and aware. Pinpricks of light sparkled at the edge of my vision.

"Turn around and fuck Shannon's mouth, Elatha," Loki told me as he released me with a last, thorough lick and stroke of his hand that sent violent shivers up my spine. "She wants your cum, too."

"Mmm... yes, please," she said as I turned and bent over her face, bracing myself on the ground with my hands.

Just as her mouth closed over the tip of my cock, a tongue traced over my ass. The dual bolt of sensation had my hips jerking, driving my cock deeper into her mouth than I'd intended on first thrust, as my fingers scrabbled for purchase on the hard stone floor and a curse erupted from my throat.

"Like that, do you?" Loki purred, drawing another groan from me.

A finger teased, darting in with the same thrusting rhythm as I plundered Shannon's mouth and throat. Electrifying tingles of sensation rippled up my spine in waves. When I held my cock deep inside her, a second finger joined the first in a sinful stretch, and like a sea quake, my orgasm exploded to coat her throat.

After swallowing everything I gave her, she hummed. "More, Elatha. I'm still hungry," Shannon said, holding me by the hips.

Shivers of heat flaring over my skin had me groaning. Loki's fingers continued to thrust, as deep as they could go, and fuck, I hoped it meant he planned to sink his cock in me. Although it had never been anything I'd craved previously, the unfamiliar, slightly painful stretching and rubbing of his long fingers had me pushing back eagerly at each darkly erotic plunge.

And I wanted our bond finalized. Shells, but I wanted that connection with Loki. Even if it hurt. His cock was so much wider and longer than his fingers, after all. Yet, I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted him to hold me down and take me, to claim me as his.

The thought had me blinking, startled at the depth of need, and I resumed my strokes into Shannon's mouth. Behind me, the wet sound of flesh slapping had me looking back to see Loki had Shannon's hips off the ground with a single hand lifting her legs wide.

His eyes met mine in a fierce, predatory stare.

Goosebumps erupted over my flesh. Again, the roar of need tore through me and I found my chest lowering to the ground, submitting to it as my hips rocked between Shannon's eager mouth and Loki's plunging fingers.

Heat built, swirled and churned, and I was unable to look away.

Loki's eyes narrowed, then closed as he growled and climaxed. Shannon's shriek of pleasure vibrated around my cock and pulled another orgasm out of me. As I pulsed with it, Loki's fingers disappeared from my body. The loss had me looking back to see Loki rising to his feet.

Withdrawing so she could breathe, I collapsed onto my side and panted. My body was satiated but my mind conflicted. What was he waiting for? Shannon moved up and curled into my body, the contact soothing a restlessness within me.

Loki pulled out pieces of jerky from our packs, handing it to us. "Eat and rest. Although sleep doesn't recharge energy in this realm, it does still lower metabolism and have other beneficial body functions," Loki said, rummaging in the packs again. He lifted a water bottle, opened it and drank, then handed it to me. "Thank you, Elatha." His gaze held mine, no smile on his lips or twinkle in his eye. Instead, seriousness infused his tone.

"Both of you are mine, Loki," I said, handing the bottle to Shannon first.

After she drank and gave it back, I drank as well, before holding it up to Loki. My breath caught, a yearning need for him to accept it, accept me. He looked down at the bottle that still held a few inches of water. The faintest hint of a smile appeared at the edges of his lips and he took the bottle from me, tipping it up to finish.