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Galacta Takes It From Behind
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Loki always knew how to bring a goddess to her knees. Galacta talked a big game, dripped arrogance and power like a second skin, but the moment he had her bent over for him, hands clutching the sheets and back arched just right, that attitude melted into breathy whimpers and trembling thighs.
He took his time with her, savoring the curve of her hips, the way her body responded to every roll of his hips like she had been aching for it longer than she would ever admit. Each thrust was a reminder, slow and deep, that she was not in control anymore. Her gasps only fueled him, soft at first, then louder as his rhythm picked up, pushing her closer with every stroke.
Her skin was warm beneath his hands, her muscles tensing with every grind of his cock. She looked divine like this, completely unguarded, moaning into the mattress as her body rocked with his pace. Every time he tightened his grip on her waist, she pressed back harder, needy and wet and ready to be ruined.
Loki leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering filth while his cock buried deeper, until her legs were shaking and her voice was a mess of helpless, breathless pleas. She was undone, her cosmic pride shattered beneath him, and he loved every second of watching her break.
And when the moment came, when he gave in to the pressure building in his gut, he pulled back just enough to finish across her back, watching his release drip down her flawless skin with a satisfied grin. Galacta lay there still, panting, marked, conquered. She might have been born of stars, but tonight, she was his.
He took his time with her, savoring the curve of her hips, the way her body responded to every roll of his hips like she had been aching for it longer than she would ever admit. Each thrust was a reminder, slow and deep, that she was not in control anymore. Her gasps only fueled him, soft at first, then louder as his rhythm picked up, pushing her closer with every stroke.
Her skin was warm beneath his hands, her muscles tensing with every grind of his cock. She looked divine like this, completely unguarded, moaning into the mattress as her body rocked with his pace. Every time he tightened his grip on her waist, she pressed back harder, needy and wet and ready to be ruined.
Loki leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear, whispering filth while his cock buried deeper, until her legs were shaking and her voice was a mess of helpless, breathless pleas. She was undone, her cosmic pride shattered beneath him, and he loved every second of watching her break.
And when the moment came, when he gave in to the pressure building in his gut, he pulled back just enough to finish across her back, watching his release drip down her flawless skin with a satisfied grin. Galacta lay there still, panting, marked, conquered. She might have been born of stars, but tonight, she was his.