The heroes: Thor, Odin and Zeus. Bank Robbers. Verra sexy. Enjoy telling their women what to do.

The heroine: Melinda aka Isis. Sheep farmer turned hostage. She finds her kidnappers extremely sexy.

“That’s enough of the talk.” He led me over to the main seating arrangement, velvet couches and a couple giant chairs, then threw himself into a couch. “Begin.”

Odin sauntered over with his glass, leaned his elbows on the back of the couch, looming behind Thor.

I felt so stupid standing there in front of the two of them. “Just like that?”

“It’s typically how such a thing starts,” Odin said.

I started unbuttoning my jacket, hands trembling, feeling the heat in my face. Would Zeus come out soon? Would he be angry we’d started without him, or did he really just not care? “I love this already,” Thor said. “I love how nervous you are.”

“I’m not nervous,” I said.

Odin regarded me with a stern expression. “Lie about how you feel again and it’ll be trouble. A punishment, Isis. We let the feng shui bit go, but don’t think we’re easy.”

I sucked in a breath, trying not to smile, but it was all so crazy and thrilling, I could barely work my fingers on my jacket buttons.

Odin didn’t smile. He just watched me with that smoldering, ultra-male attitude of his, which somehow made things hotter. Staying with him, with his gaze, I took off my jacket and tossed it. His expression didn’t change even a little bit.

I watched Thor for the next part. I touched my breasts, the way I imagined a stripper would, hoping to suggest I wasn’t the nervous rube from a sheep farm that they took me for. Thor’s wavy hair was a bit subdued, as was his expression. It made things more exciting and scary, how deliciously male they both seemed. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it behind me.

“Your skirt next,” Thor whispered.
I pulled my skirt down and stepped out of it, so that I was wearing only a bra and panties and my high-heeled shoes. At this moment, I was aware of everything on my exposed skin—the gazes of the men, the cool air currents from vents unseen. Even the light from a neon sign somewhere out there in the dark night beyond the window had a sensation to it. My every nerve ending screamed out, craving touch.

“Pull your bra down under your tits,” Thor said.

I swallowed and complied, pulling the lace down. It made my breasts stick out way more than they normally would. I felt even more weirdly on display, and I knew that was the idea. My cheeks burned, and much to my horror, the flush went all the way down to my prominent and shown-off breasts.

“Oh, this is good,” Thor said. “Now come here.”

I went to him with a mixture of relief and apprehension. Thor put down his drink on a side table and reached up and pulled me to him so that I was straddling him, one knee on either side of him. Gently he brushed a hand over my breast, over my nipple, launching a twang of sensation through me. “You’re blushing,” he said, “and it makes me want to devour you.”

I reveled in his warm touch, knees shamelessly spread over his lap, and he put his lips to my breast. I closed my eyes and gasped as he sucked my nipple quite ferociously, then blew cool air on it. He twirled the other gently between his fingers.

“Oh my god,” I said. It was as if being made to strip in front of them had heightened all my nerves and senses for this. And they knew it—I was sure of it. These were two very sexually devious bandits. “I think my mind might melt,” I hissed as Thor rubbed the flat of his tongue over my diamond-hard nipple. A voice behind me.

“Not yet.” Odin. I hadn’t noticed him come around. Odin pushed his hand down the back of my panties and squeezed my ass cheek. Then he brought his other hand around to cup my sex, sending ripples of pleasure though my pelvis. “No melting and no coming. Not until we say so.”

Oh, so it was going to be one of those deals. Odin squeezed and massaged, making me writhe under his magical touch, demanding more, feeling shameless and not caring.

Thor caressed my stomach, nibbling and sucking my breast. Odin kissed my neck as he pushed his hand down the front of my panties—inside now—touching the slickness between my legs. Then he grabbed my hand and put it over the bulge in his pants. I reached down to touch Thor, too. He growled into my nipple as I squeezed his shaft through the fabric of his gray slacks.

I know there were only four hands on me, but it felt like a dozen, touching and exploring me, pinching and teasing, sending me into bliss overdrive. Pleasure thrummed through me in sweet waves. If anything, Thor had undersold their skills. I never knew where their fingers would roam next, and eventually I gave up tracking any of it. I moved in a rhythm against somebody’s hand. I rubbed two cocks through two pairs of pants. The pants needed to come off.

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