Eva's light and somehow her warmth encircled Nathaniel, when the stubborn torch finally relented, Caltrops realized the lighting was dim but certainly bright enough for the Allfather's pleasure. The increased level of excitement was completely unnecessary, but not unwelcome. Eva's body hummed against his, Nate knew that Thor's eyes over his shoulder had caused this change and the God of Darkness was hardly one to disappoint his queen.
Nathaniel smirked against the darkness when Eva teased him over his possible exhaustion. When her dress fell, he was also caught in a moment of visually reflection, though while it caused Eva pause Nathaniel's hand moved from his chest down toward his hardness. He stroked, while she quoted Katy Perry, and used the moisture her chest had left upon his. Nathaniel stepped closer to Eva once, his lips connected with hers and his hand switched from his naughty parts to hers. "I'll fill you with my poison," he promised and his arms cradled Eva from the ground to the chaise. Somehow, he seamlessly repositioned the her, lovingly, onto her side. Nate stood over her now-L-shaped body and secured one hand around her higher ankle. His other fingers returned to her lady parts and he alternated between her favorite numbers. Two, three, two...
Thor's eyes quickly adjusted to the change of lighting levels and he welcomed Eva's reddish glow and warmth. Unexpectedly, the cloud caused a pause to his breath and he was now also exposed. His fingers clenched the arms of his throne, the uncannily familiar sensation of his wife's hands upon him. They were both nude, Nate was taking charge the way Eva wanted him to and Thor's head pressed against the back cushion of his throne. He fought the urge to call out commands (requests?) and instead watched with unparalleled (by spectating standards) excitement. The Allfather even worked his hips against his wife's telekinetic hands.
Nathaniel craned over Eva in her, his long body curving wickedly, even ominously, above her. Fingers teased the main attraction and he felt unable to stall any longer. His hips pushed forward and predictably their shared enthusiasm proved too slick to control. He rubbed against her wildly, which he knew was all part of it. More than one swipe along her caused Nathaniel to audibly gasp. Finally, he seized himself and gave his stinger some direction. Nathaniel slipped inside and shuddered when his hips connected with her bottom. "Open your eyes," was Nate still referencing the song? Partly, but mostly he demanded her eye contact while he moved against her. "I love you," he shared in a whisper, free hand now on her back to help support her.