IDRYSSI'S POV
After our heartfelt confession, I thought we'd just maybe just go out for dinner, but Odin had other plans for me. He placed me on the bed and gave me his pant dropping smile again, lowering his head, he grazed my thigh with his teeth. He did it again - hitting all my nerves at once and immediately, my arousal started pouring out. I tried my best to contain a whimper as his tongue flicked over my swollen and probably bruised c**t. I wonder where he gets his power and stamina from. We just finished an all night steamy session and he still was not satisfied. I was drawn back to reality when I felt his d**k at my entrance. I tensed up not ready to experience the pain I went through all night, unknowingly tightening my walls around his d**k which was penetrating me. His gentle side was gone replaced by a side filled with lust.
He handled me roughly, deeply pounding into me that I felt my soul leave my body. He laid me on my chest, with my ass at his utmost disposal -facing him as he slapped my ass cheeks. It was painful at first before it started getting more hard and sensual - his hand even slapped my p***y, before inserting his c**k without any prior warning. I let out a whimper, panting" a-aaa, Odin c-can you be a little mmmmhmm g-gen-tle.
He paid me no heed as he kept thrusting in and out of me. Once again, I felt used- an emotional dustbin. I just lay there helpless, limp, too tired to even move a muscle, tears rolling down my face. After depositing into me, he turned me over, only to see me in a disheveled state. I once again saw mock concern on his face- as it would disappear the moment he's turned on. He kissed my temple and asked for my forgiveness. I forgave him and he promised to make this time about me. Circling his tongue round n*****s and biting them slowly sent shivers down my spine. He entered me again, though this time more gently. As we both were on the verge of orgasm, an unexpected visitor interrupted us, abruptly bringing our session to and end.
Cumming into me, he finally let me go, covering me with a blanket, arranged the pillows for me, put on his trousers and met the visitor. I couldn't make out the person's face, as i was hazy and tired. Not long after I dozed off, I was awoken by a sharp pain in my scalp. Before I knew it, I was on the cold floor, too tired to even cry from the pain as I could only let out a whimper. I could finally make out the face- it was a female, but her reason of hostility I knew not. As she raised her hand to slap me, she was stopped by the cold blade pressing against her neck as she released me. That was the last thing I remembered before blacking out.