Loki moaned into Johnny’s mouth as he fucked her through her orgasm, shuddering against him. She whined when he took hold of her wrists, she was at the stag she loved the most. Where everything was so much, too much, so bright and good and intense. Where it was past her threshold and pushing her to her limits. Loki wasn’t happy unless she was fucked senseless. The more the better. She was a lot like Steph that way. Loki had given up on trying to put on a show, and also on trying to hold back and was laying there, loose and easy, all the noises flowing from her that she usually held in. “Can’t…. Can’t!” Loki whined when Johnny old her that she was going to cum again. But she could, and they all knew it. It was already happening. Being a godling had it’s perks. She was crying out now, pressing her face against Johnny’s shoulder, pressing her teeth into his skin. So overcome by sensations it was all she could do to ground herself when the next orgasm crashed into her and swept her away, slowly going completely limp against him, panting softly. The glazed look in her eyes aying he’d done damn good. Unfortunately she was also rather useless like this and would sleep wherever they left her unless they carried her to bed. She wasn’t going to be moving on her own.