FOR THE LOVE OF GODS… Part II

(Author’s Note: I have been too busy the past two months to properly finish this story, but with the holiday this week I got caught up a bit, and I need to get this done because Loki has been growing increasingly ‘mischievous’ – and increasingly impatient, and that is NOT a Good Thing…)

…In one of the private back rooms at The Pantheon Bar and Grille, Loki and Apollo had just kissed and made up (and a whole lot else) and myself, the Old Gypsy, was trying to make a discreet exit, when Vulcan himself came crashing through the door…

Vulcan strode through the door (which was nearly slammed off its hinges), his huge-muscled body dripping with sweat, and a visible tent at the front of his short toga! Both Loki and Apollo had just time to look up, and Loki being the quicker of the two, got out a sort of “Whassup?” before Vulcan threw himself on the bed between them, and grabbing each of their heads in a one-armed headlock, with their handsome faces each looking out from under a massive bicep, Vulcan growled, “I just had to clean out about 5 damn varmints from my damn bar, and now that I’ve had me a good fight, I’m ready for a damn good fuck!”

Both Loki and Apollo, for all their individual and combined strength and quickness, were no match for Vulcan, especially a pumped-up Vulcan, and they both knew it. Besides, just as no one ever refused or even really resisted either Loki or Apollo’s beauty, so no one refused Vulcan’s Olympic-sized muscles and his thick, stubby cock. His genital equipment was nowhere near the size of Loki’s thick 12-incher – no one else’s was either, neither Mortal nor Immortal – but Vulcan’s 8 inches were as big around as one of the beer cans that he offered his customers, and he could nearly match Loki for stamina, endurance, and loads shot.

Vulcan released both of them from the headlocks, and rolled Loki over on his back, growling “I want that big prick of yours up my ass NOW!”

And Loki, grinning up at him like a young wolf cub in heat, despite having just fucked the brains out of Apollo, said “Yes, sir, right away sir, anything you want – SIR!” and gave him a mock-salute. Loki was already at full erection – he moves fast, and his cock is never really totally relaxed, even when asleep – once again, how I, a Mere Mortal, know all this is another story for another time…

Vulcan moved his huge ass-cheeks over Loki’s thick rod and lowered himself onto it, not slowly nor gently, but eagerly, taking control of Loki’s cock like it belonged to him. As soon as he had the age-old Rhythm established with Loki, he grabbed Apollo and pulled him astride Loki’s chest, facing Loki. Vulcan hissed into Apollo’s ear, “Your turn, now, you blonde slut!”

Apollo turned his head towards Vulcan and dared to say “I may be your slut for tonight but I’m Loki’s Love.” And blew Loki a gentle kiss.

Vulcan was too intent on shoving his hard bull-dick up Apollo’s ass to do more than grunt “Hell’s Bells, everybody in The Pantheon knows that – slut!”

Apollo cried out when Vulcan rammed that monster into him, but soon all three were riding each other like bronco-busting champs.