Underneath him, Hela was crying out for more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. She wanted all of him. Just before his orgasm took him, Hela used her strength to roll them so she was on top. She rode him fast and hard, her hips rocking against his as her nails drew blood from his chest. His back arched from the force of his orgasm, his seed filling Hela as her own orgasm ripped through her. Her walls pulsed around him, allowing his release to last and last. Vaguely, Loki realized there was magic involved in their coupling, but he ignored it.