Bitch

(AN: This chapter might come off as a little offensive to some people. Deal with it or don’t read it. I’m not going to say we get a little gay here, more like a little bisexual. ~W.)

You blink.

This is kind of unexpected. But again, you’re nothing is not adaptable. So you just shrug and grin. You’ve become quite the connoisseur of the female form of late, and it’s fair to say that Loki has it all. And that’s when you see it.

The loincloth has a very discernible bulge showing beneath it. Not huge, but still very much there and once you’ve seen it difficult to ignore.

To be clear, the existence of a penis on a woman you’re about to get busy with doesn’t much bother you, especially not one you fully intend to dominate. You’ve been with guys before. You once had a very enjoyable encounter with a pre-op transsexual. This isn’t all that different. Sexuality is an arc, as they say, and you don’t much care what your partner is packing as long as they don’t intend to stick it in you.

So in this case having it all includes a clearly hard cock.

“So whatdaya say, Jimmy. Wanna walk on the wild side?”

You arch an eyebrow, and just reach out and grab Loki by the hair, pulling him... her... into a hard kiss. Lips as soft as marshmallow meet yours, and she (yeah, we’ll go with she) meets your kiss with a sigh of satisfaction and every evidence of enjoyment. Her arms encircle you, hands gripping your back, while you give in to curiosity and snake your off hand under her loincloth.

Yep. Cock. Small, much smaller than yours. You’d say three inches. Hard as a rock too. She sighs as you give it an experimental stroke and discover that there is no scrotum below it. And that’s when you feel something a little... different. Wetness. Not precum, that has a pretty distinct texture. No this is the slick wetness of moist pussy. Exploring further, your questing fingers encounter what is very clearly a fairly excited cunt, eliciting a low moan from her.

She really is the total package.