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Below the marble balconies bellowed a boisterous cacophony that inexplicably pleased the ear. Drums beat while wind instruments whistled, feet stomped as glasses clinked, cheers barked from the canine deities while purs of pleasure came from the felines; a party roared with divinity and managed to heat the mountainous palace. The cold wind and the snow it carried did not dampen the warm marble; kept at bay by a divine shield. Wreaths hung around many of the inhabitants' necks as their goblets were drained of wine. A golden glow of warmth, reminiscent of the days of summer, while the world around them was plunged into the fridged bite of winter and desaturated blue.

Baldr barked joyously as he mingled with familiar gods, drunk on the wine of Dionysus' divine harvest and song. Bumped shoulders with Esos while he publicly fucked Hebe; Heracles encouraged the show and even initiated it. Gleefully, Heracles drowned himself in wine as a trusted follower slurped on his thick, tiger, length. The perfect making of a divine orgy, gods and goddesses from every region partied and de-stressed from their usual tasks. Baldr felt the weight of a monolithic beast fall on his shoulders. The wolf's black fur mirrored his own, the scent immediately recognizable as Odin.

"Father," Baldr said while he righted the large wolf, "you're being a delightful fool and it isn't yule!"

Odin laughed and flailed a hand to smack his son's shoulder, "did you attempt to rhyme?" That reverberating voice of his father rolled through Baldr's body, "you should speak with that Panther, Seshat. She'll help you out in more ways than one," he said and rumbled approval.

"I take it you know from experience and not anecdote?" Baldr said.

Odin levered his snout down toward his son, a broad smirk on his face and a slight wave of his tail. "Just don't tell your mom," he began, "she might want to join in and I don't think this old wolf is up to that much fucking."

"You say this yet I have a feeling you're gonna get her involved anyway," Baldr said.

"Maybe."

The increase wag of his father's tail was all Baldr needed to discern the truth. The wolf shook his head as he stepped aside and placed a hand on Odin's backside. He gave a playful squeeze to his father's cheek before he pushed the large wolf ahead.

"Well go get em before you lose the ability to stand erect," Baldr said and chuckled.

"Tsk, nothing can prevent Odin from standing erect."

Baldr chuckled as his father lumbered away and was quickly replaced with his lover Nanna. Golden fur was not covered by fine linen, her beauty on full display for others to enjoy. Untouched by divinity, her beauty was natural, breasts pert and youthful with barely a bounce as she walked. Yet when Baldr brought his hands to them they felt softer than feather pillows; unmatched by any other he had grasped during the festivities. Their lips met and shared in a proper greeting before they disengaged. She smiled and dragged Baldr away from the event and into the palace.

"Come, my love," she said and leaned forward to nuzzle Baldr's chest, "I have an itch that no one else can scratch."

"Oh I'm sure there are plenty who can scratch--" Baldr had begun to tease the lioness but was cut short when soft lips met his own.

The wolf relaxed and hugged her thinner frame to his body, the pair lip locked and anchored with a lover's embrace.

"No one can scratch as you do, now come," Nanna demanded with a hint of needfulness.

A white wolf that bore Baldr's resemblance flicked his ears. They focused in on the sounds of the kiss and the soft whispers Nanna spoke. The thick coat of fur whipped in the cold and fierce wind; the brawny wolf seemed unphased by the chill. He growled as he heard their steps leave the courtyard and into the building; no doubt to a place that would award them privacy. The bridge of his crooked and scarred snout furrowed, tail flicked as it curved beneath his body. Hips drove forward while his face remained stoic and hardened even through an orgasm brought on by a warm snout. The snout of a wiry coyote was tucked against his peeled back sheath; cheeks bulged by the wolf's cock as seed fired directly into the coyote's stomach. Holdr's hand landed on the Loki's head and forced the god's nose into his groin. The sandy fur of the chin overflowed with seed, jaw stretched wide as Holdr's knot kept it spread like a living gag. When the impressions of teeth overshadowed the sensation of pleasure he brought his fingers to Loki's chin. They worked between black lips to help spread the coyote's snout wide enough to free his knot from behind the pearly canines.

The coyote squirmed as he felt the monolithic cock slip free of his mouth and throat, coughing to clear the flecks of congealed seed. He grinned and leaned forward to lap at the tip of the tapered length before he stood while Holdr turned and entered his room without a word. Loki's presence loomed on the balcony, ears flicked in thought as he watched the wolf wander and fix his robes. He tucked his own spent shaft beneath the cloth wrapped around his waist before he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Loki studied Baldr's posture, the wolf's emotions were easy to pick up through his body language.

"Only Holdr, son of the great Odin, could look so dour after a mouth knotting." the coyote said before he continued, "you were thinking about your brother and Nanna weren't you?"

Curtains drew themselves closed as Loki walked deeper into Holdr's chambers. The wolf grunted in response while he felt across a table and found his chalice of wine. Thick digits wrapped around the golden surface before he sat on the fresh and clean bedding. The chalice brought to his lips and turned upside down until the shimmer of the base could be seen. Loki brought a bottle to the wolf and refilled the container for the blind wolf.

"You may brood all you like lunk, won't change the fact your brother won Nanna's heart."

Holdr's face curled into a snarl, "if only I guided the battle better!"

Holdr flung his chalice at Loki and the coyote recoiled with a look of disgust. The coyote growled and looked at his wine-soaked chest and licked his lips clean of the drops that dribbled from the bridge of his triangular snout. Ears flicked in thoughts before his whiskers raised once more.

"Mmm tough crowd," the coyote said and stepped toward the chalice and picked it up. "Not to mention a waste of good wine, do you know how long Dionysus's underlings work to make it? Day and night blessing the soil with piss until mud. Stomping the harvest with muddy feet--oh dear. Do you think that is his secret? I knew the man was a kinky fucker, but not kinky enough to give his friends piss laced wine--"

"What do you want aside from tasting my cock and filling my head with nonsense?" Holdr said.

Loki smiled, "I was hoping to feel that knot stretch my tunnel and not my jaw. But that isn't the only reason I wanted to come. This night is a special one, one meant for celebration! I did not want you to miss out in the revelry."

The coyote said this and began to refill the silver chalice. As he finished, he slid his form onto Holdr's lap and straddled the wolf; snouts level with each other.

"A celebration of loss, death, cold," Holdr said and brought the chalice to his lips; a small grin on his face.

"Mmm, that is true. You always seemed accustomed to the cold and death." Loki said.

The coyote shifted on Holdr and could feel the divine shaft still firm beneath the fabric. He shifted his hips and nestled that lump between his cheeks hidden beneath an ornate loincloth.

"Mmm, yes but one domain I'll never hold is my brother. That favored peacock knows nothing of pain and loss," he said.

"Mm," Loki hummed, "what if I told you that your brother still holds one vulnerability overlooked by your dear mother."

"I'd say you are a liar."

"I can not deny," the coyote shifted up to lick the wolf's cheek, "I'm honest about my dishonesty and am just as honest about the information I have found."

"Your riddles make my head hurt," Holdr growled.

"Which one?" Loki said while one of his slender hands parted the robes to expose the wolf's chest, "grumble all you want, but what I tell you is--"

Loki yelped as he was picked up and turned around; laid flat across the egyptian, linen, sheets. Holdr's snarl hovered above Loki's face, the coyote winced as if to expect a bite from the larger wolf but it never came. He relaxed as Baldr's tongue brushed the bridge of his snout and began to clean the maroon wine from his fur. Holdr rumbled as he felt Loki's shiver beneath his tongue as it dragged across the chest. Although the white wolf could not see, he imagined the face to be one of pleasure as he teased a pink, hidden, nipple. He felt the coyote's hand grip around an ear as teeth clamped around an erect nub and caused the coyote to hiss. He allowed that nub to snap free from his teeth's grip as he pulled his head back.

"You've always wanted to feel my cock spread your legs. I don't sense the usual disingenuous tone either." Holdr said. "Tell me what your truth is and I will award you."

"Oh, an inkling of belief has been sowed in virgin soil?" Loki said while his grin grew toothier. "What makes you think I will just give you the information without a payment up front?"

Holdr smiled, "I suppose we've met a stalemate. No matter, I have my ways of acquiring the truth."

"Dangerous confidence, what else should I expect from the Slayer--oh?"

Loki looked down as Holdr's tongue returned to his body. However, what made his brow raise was the sensation he felt as the wolf's tongue tickled his belly button. It was an odd sensation but was pleasurable; the way those nerves were rarely stimulated coupled with the heat of the slick tongue made the fur raise. The wolf's hands were busy with the strap that held Loki's loincloth was unclasped and left to lay limp across his groin. Loki bit his lip and moaned, eyes connected with Holdr's milky irises. The wolf's ears stood erect and alert as they listened to every part of the coyote. The heartbeat, the low rumbles of a moan, and the build of breath as his tongue traced an inner thigh.

"Why did you call me the Slayer?"

Loki's ears perked as he looked down at the wolf between his legs, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"It is the nickname I've given you, I can only imagine I won't be able to walk right after taking you."

Holdr grumbled in satisfaction with the answer and resumed his licks. Purposely, he avoided the coyote's sack and angry red cock in favor of the cleft. Strong arms slid Loki's legs high to expose his tongue's target. He felt the smooth flesh tickle the edge of his tongue before he attacked with the ferocity of a warrior. Holdr traced the divine pucker and massaged it with a strength ill befitting such a small muscle. The tongue's insistent probes worked the ring open and soon it was sheathed within; smooth, velvet, walls clamped around him. The coyote gasped and slid his hands beneath his body to cradle both of his cheeks and keep them spread for the wolf. Claws raked across Loki's thighs and traced along the edges of the belly toward the chest. They traveled across the hidden areola before leathery pads clamped around the nipples that stood erect. Loki's body twitched into each tease while he was assaulted by the deceptively long tongue.

All the while Loki felt as if Holdr's eyes stared at him, despite the knowledge that the wolf could not see him. Teeth bit into his lower lip while the tongue lashed his sensitive walls and tickled the nut of his prostate. A massage from within, his cock drooled and pulsed arousal across his lithe chest. Their musks mingled and fought to gain dominance just as the coyote fought to succumb to the expert tongue. He clamped around Holdr's tongue in an attempt to slow it down; it proved ineffective and only aided the tongue's pressure on his prostate. The coyote's tail swayed, curled, and tickled the wolf's chest while the white beast sloppily licked and devoured the god's flavor.

When he had his fill, Holdr slid his tongue free; body moved between those spread legs. Holdr extended a hand and his chalice answered his will by floating toward it. Fingers curled around the metal surface while his shoulders shrugged off the veil that covered his body. His tail wagged beneath his robe, the front opened to reveal a battle-scarred front. Without the magical gifts, his brother had obtained he was prone to mortal wounds and Loki preferred it that way. It gave Holdr character that the other divines lacked, a ruggedness, badges of battles fought, won, and lost; physical proof rather than just embellished tales. He watched as the warrior drank while he felt the wolf's cock tap against his ass, nestled just against the pucker.

"You have a tasty body Loki. Very receptive to my touch, you must really want me."

Loki's ears flicked back and attempted to conceal his lust for the wolf. "Tsk--"

"No reason to deny it, I find it arousing," he said. "The smell of a needful man who wants to please another. Did you know I've enjoyed times with soldiers that prayed to me, I made sure they were satisfied before going to their deaths." Holdr seemed to enjoy a moment of reflection, "mortal moans are the sweetest of grapes."

Holdr growled while he took in more wine before he leaned over until his nose met Loki's. A thick hand moved to stroke over Loki's cheek before a finger split the maw. A splash of warm, sweet but dry, liquid landed on his tongue; wine was passed between snouts. The coyote collected the gift and swallowed it humming as Holdr's hands wrapped around his back and pulled him upright. Sat on the white lap, his legs snaked beneath the robe's fabric and felt the stifling heat held within. With the wine followed a tongue; Holdr's touched, danced and played with Loki's between their parted snouts. Holdr's cock nestled between sandy cheeks and smeared watery pre into matted fur.

Their kiss ended and Loki held the warrior close, "come on, do it already I want to feel you split me."

"Mmm, not until you reveal my brother's secret," Holdr said.

"Clever."

"Tell me and I will treat you like my woman for this night, Loki. I will make love to you, make you cry out in bliss like no other." Holdr said into Loki's ear.

"Mistletoe. It is the only living thing that was overlooked to pledge an oath to your mother." Loki said. "Your mother thought the plant too young to pledge such an oath of protection and neglected to follow up as it matured."

Holdr's ear flicked, "a harmless plant can be used against my brother?"

"Yes," Loki said with a hiss. "Come on, I'm burning up wolf, give it to me"

"What did you call me?"

"Uh, wolf?"

"I thought you had a nickname for me." Holdr said and then growled, "say it Loki."

The coyote licked his chops and whimpered as he was pushed back against the bed. The wolf's heavyweight fell on his chest pinned beneath one of the wolf's arms. Holdr's tapered tip began to puncture Loki's pucker but lingered just outside of the hot tunnel. Loki's ears were pinned back as the wolf's head looked down on the smaller canine, ivory teeth glint in the flame's light as he grinned.

"Fuck me, Slayer, conquer my body," Loki said.

The coyote's howl echoed in the chamber as Holdr's hips slammed upward and sheathed himself to the base. Holdr reached behind Loki's frame, thick, and giant palms consumed the coyote's tail base and ass. The veins and tendons flexed as the wolf pushed Loki down while hips drew back and began to fuck the coyote. No other words were said only carnal grunts and moans mixed with the flawless sounds of wet squelches. Loki's cleft darkened with dampness as the wolf's pre was copious enough to overfill the velvety tunnel. Each squeeze and clamp milked pleasure out of both bodies. It wasn't until one particularly hard thrust that Holdr released Loki's body. The swift sheathing and power of Holdr's body forced Loki off the wolf's cock. Loki landed on his hands, legs spread while his pink pucker drooled a stream of murky, white, pre. The coyote's maw hung open with heavy heaves while Holdr crawled toward him. Like a predator, Holdr's frame loomed growing closer.

Loki moved with the wolf as the brawny frame was revealed in full to him. Holdr's linen, robes, fell free and revealed more of those delicious scars of combat. The blind wolf's snout had lips curled into a lustful snarl. The coyote wondered if this is what Holdr's enemies witnessed before their journey to the afterlife was initiated.

"Get on your stomach," Holdr growled.

Loki nearly shot his nut at the sound of that voice. Dripping with feralness and masculinity, he hung on the command like a lost dog. Loki kept his tail raised as he felt Holdr's heat fall across his back like a blanket. He felt that angry, red, cock nestle between his hole before it once more plugged it. The coyote barked and cried out but was cut silent when one of Holdr's hands wrapped around his snout. Those fingers clamped like a muzzle around his jowls before the real breeding began. Muffled moans and desperate cries were the second movement of the orchestral piece of sex. Holdr's muscles flexed with a ferocity that a mortal body could not handle; their hips colliding with sharp thumps. Loki's body ground into the soft fabric with each battered blow his body received. The thick shaft plunging into his body with little regard to his own pleasure; it was more than the coyote thought could be possible.

Expectations would be subverted once again when that hand left his snout only to tuck under his chin. Loki felt Holdr's thick mass of muscles ensnare his neck in their clutches. The wolf tugged tight and began to choke Loki while a fat mass, Holdr's knot, knocked on ruined doors. Loki felt the squeeze grow tighter and tighter as that knot was forced deeper and deeper into his tight hole. There was a spike of pain that shot through his spine when the wet squelch echoed off the walls. Holdr's hips crashed and smashed against golden cheeks, knot expanding and locking within the heat. Wolf drool landed on the coyote's head just before an overwhelming flood of cum fired into him. Holdr's seed felt like pleasurable splashes of hot spring water pumped directly into the pit of Loki's stomach. Each throb was accompanied with a full body flex that lodged that knot even deeper than before.

The coyote gasped a sigh of pleasured relief not realizing his neck had been released at the start of Holdr's orgasm; breath held as he focused on each pump of wolf seed. He felt that thick shaft jump and push against bruised walls while that knot throbbed directly over his prostate. Loki felt a glow wash over both of their body's, their heavy, deep, breaths merged into one, unified, beat. Loki became aware of a constant tickling at the back of his balls and soon realized that Holdr's body was bent to fill his hole with everything it could give.

Loki felt Holdr shift above him before the wolf twisted his body and forced them onto their sides. Holdr growled and reached along Loki's naked stomach and chest until he felt the coyote's cum soaked flesh.

"You've ruined my sheets," Holdr said. "I demand reparation for such a lustful act."

"W, what?" Loki shuttered.

The coyote felt Holdr's other arm wrap around his body while those thick thighs moved to clamp Loki in place. Holdr's hand at the coyote's cock wrapped around the slick length and began to stroke the coyote tip to knot. Loki squirmed, overwhelmed with the sensation of being forced to endure pleasure without the proper refractory time. Struggle as he did, it made no difference to the stronger wolf who seemed determined to push the coyote's limits past the breaking point. The ensnared grasp of the wolf's body only made Loki feel more helpless while tormented by pleasure. That coyote length hastily turned purple once again while fresh seed began to soil the sheets.

"Holdr! Stop, please!" Loki cried as that hand continued to stroke through the second orgasm.

"No," Holdr growled.