Loki Smut Library ⚔️

Exhausted from years of evading both Loki and the TVA. Tonight, you found yourself in a bar, a moment to escape the chaos for years and hoping for a chance encounter. Despite your past with Loki, you were eager to move forward and explore new relationships, you have your own needs, and the more time went on, you knew they could not be sated by yourself anymore.

You could use your power to manipulate them into sleeping with you, but you knew it was wrong, you were sure there was a natural progression you just needed to be patient, and maybe your powers were going to waste being used to keep you hidden from the TVA.

Your mind drifted back to Loki, the god of Mischief and how he lied to you, manipulated you.

Flashback

"I'm sorry to say this, but you have been deceived by him," the TVA agent asserted. You turned your back on her as you attempted to escape, your eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Loki. You had become separated during the chaotic chase within the TVA headquarters.

"No, I'm not. Loki wouldn't lie to me," you defended him, your voice laced with unwavering belief.

"Is he? Tell me, what did he say to you, the reason he got caught?" the agent probed, her tone challenging.

"He tried to rule Earth and failed," you replied, recalling the events that had led to his capture.

She seemed surprised that you knew. "Yes, and whose fault was that?" she pressed further.

“Yes, I know it was his.” You admitted, frustration seeping into your words, “But it stemmed from his deep-seated need for approval and love, especially from a father who resented him for being adopted." Despite the firmness in your tone, a flicker of doubt shadowed your eyes, making you question whether you were convincing the agent or merely grappling with your own uncertainties.

"Is that the whole story? Or just a part he wants you to believe?" Her words hung heavy in the air.

"He's the trickster god, the silvertongue," she continued, her voice steady, unwavering. "Manipulation is in his nature. Don't fall for his lies."

"Hello? Hey?" You heard a voice bringing you back from your daydream. "Can I buy you a drink?"

You looked up, it was a handsome man who had sat down beside you. You smiled, not wanting to appear rude. "Yes, please," you said.

He smiled, "I'm Mark."

"Y/N," you said.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he smiled.

You returned his smile. You enjoyed his company as you chatted and laughed, his eyes sparkled as he listened to you talk, you knew you were making him blush when you teased him, he was sweet, and you knew he liked you.

Conversation flowed easily between you two. You couldn't remember the last time you felt so at ease with a stranger, the feeling was new and exciting. He seemed so genuinely interested in what you had to say and you felt as if he actually understood what was going on in your life.

"Do you want to come to my place? I've got a bottle of whiskey that needs drinking," he smiled.

"Sure, why not?" you said, downing the rest of your drink. This was your chance to get what you've been craving, and what better way to start than with a handsome man inviting you to his place?

Then someone spilled his drink onto Mark, ruining his white shirt.

"What the hell? Are you kidding me?!" he yelled at the man. "Watch where you're going, asshole." He shouted in frustration.

"Oh, I am so sorry, man, I tripped," the other man said, his voice calmed.

You recognize the voice.

It was Mobius.

Your heart raced, and you couldn't believe that he had managed to track you down. Paralyzed with fear, you sat there, feeling the color drain from your face as you stared at him in disbelief. If Mobius was here then that meant that Loki wasn't far behind.

Mark was fuming, he stormed off to the bathroom, leaving you alone, and you wanted desperately to call out, to warn him not to leave you by yourself, but fear kept your words trapped in your throat.

"Hello, Y/N."

Your name was like poison on his lips.

"Loki," you hissed back, turning around to face him.

He looked exactly the same as the last time you'd seen him, his black hair was neatly styled, his green eyes were piercing, and his face was pale. His expression was serious, his jaw set and his eyes cold, he looked so different from the Loki you had known and fallen in love with.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?" Your heart pounded in your chest, your palms sweaty with anxiety, and you were suddenly very aware of how alone you were in the bar.

"I missed you, pet. I have been worried," his tone was mocking and his smirk didn't reach his eyes.

"Don't lie, Loki," you shot back, glaring at him.

"You know, you've always been so difficult."

"And you're an asshole."

Loki didn't say anything, instead he reached for your wrist and held it tight. "Let me go! You fucking liar, I trusted you, I loved you, and you betrayed me," you shouted, struggling against his grip.

"Little one, don't make a scene." he growled in your ear.

Your eyes pleaded with Mobius, who stood caught between the two of you. "Are you just going to stand there and let this happen?" you implored, your voice cracking with desperation.

Mobius sighed, a mixture of resignation and sadness in his eyes. "I'll leave you be for now then," he said, his tone heavy with regret. "I'll see you later." With that, he turned away, leaving you to face Loki's wrath alone.

"How about I give you a choice," he said, a sinister glint in his eyes. "Either you can come home willingly, or I can use my magic to knock you out and bring you home. Which do you prefer?" The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving you trapped in a lose-lose situation.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Loki!" you hissed, your voice laced with defiance as you struggled against his grip. Every fiber of your being screamed resistance, but you knew the sheer force of his magic could easily overpower you.

"Very well then," he purred, his lips twisted into a sadistic smile as he waived his hand, ready to use his magic.

"Wait!" You blurted, holding up your hands to stop him, your voice trembled as the weight of your decision bore down upon you.

"Yes, little one?" he asked, his tone condescending and smug.

"I'll come willingly," you said, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. It was a lie, a desperate attempt to buy some time.

"But can I go to the bathroom first?" You clung to the hope that a brief moment alone might offer a chance, your mind racing for an escape plan.

"Alright," Loki agreed, his tone oddly accommodating. "Go on, pet." He nodded towards the restroom.

You hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind you, your heart pounding in your chest. Your frantic eyes searched for your tempad, only to realize it was gone. "Asshole!" you muttered under your breath, realizing that Loki must have taken it when he grabbed your arm.

You had no escape plan, and Loki was waiting for you. You looked for a way out, but the windows were too small for you to climb through, so you thought it would be best to just run through the door and run far away from the bar.

Gathering your courage, you unlocked the door and burst out, your footsteps echoing in the corridor. Behind you, you could hear Loki's enraged shout, "Y/N!" His voice boomed, fueling your determination to run as far and as fast as you could from the bar.

"Y/N! Y/N!" you could hear him getting closer and closer. His voice cut through the air like a sharp blade. "Y/N, stop now!"

"FUCK OFF!" you screamed, frustration and fear fueling your voice. You cast a desperate glance behind you and saw Loki hot on your heels. "Fuck!" you whispered under your breath.

You could feel the tears burning behind your eyes, the adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the fear of being caught was overwhelming. "Fuck, no! Not again!" you thought.

You were annoyed by the people "Move! Move! Please!" You screamed at the people that were blocking the road, but they wouldn't move.

"Fuck you!" One guy shouted back at you after you pushed him away.

You couldn't run anymore. You were too slow, and he was gaining on you, and you knew that you couldn't escape him. But you need to keep trying, you couldn't give up. You were running, and running, and running.

The pain was too much, your muscles ached, and your lungs burned. Your vision was blurred, and you couldn't focus. You were tired of running and out of breath, you leaned against a wall and rested, hoping Loki wouldn't see you.

However, your respite was short-lived. In a blink, Loki teleported right in front of you, his expression oddly calm. "Pet, we have been searching for you for a long time, you hid well." He said, his tone icy.

"You can't be fucking serious!" you hissed, "Why did you look for me? I left for a reason, you betrayed my trust. You used me, and I hate you."

"Little one, why are you angry at me?"

"Are you really asking that, you lying snake?" Pushing him away, you shouted, and sprinted away from him once more, your determination fueling your escape.

You didn't make it far, though, before you felt a familiar, freezing hand grasp your arm, tugging you backward and pulling you against a cold, solid form.

"I don't appreciate it you calling me that."

You gasped, and tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like steel, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn't free yourself from him. "I don't care! Let me go!"

He ignored your pleas, then you pulled out a knife from your pocket. You knew he could've easily taken the knife, but instead he let you go, "You think you can hurt me, little one? How adorable." he cooed, his voice silky smooth.

"I'll fucking kill you!"

He laughed again mocking you, "Do you want to try? Do you think you can stab me with that knife, pet?"

You didn't answer, instead you held the knife up, threatening him, "Loki, you don't want to make me angry." You knew that was stupid of you saying that.

He smirked, he wasn't afraid of you, and he wasn't intimidated by you. "You are so cute when you are mad," he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm, and his eyes were dark.

"Put the knife down, and we can go home, pet" he offered.

"Fuck you, Loki," you spat, your voice dripping with venom as you stood your ground, the knife still clutched tightly in your hand.

He grinned, "Oh, you will soon enough, pet."  He let out a low chuckle and he snapped his finger and the knife flew from your hand to the wall. You watched in horror, you didn’t have anything else on you to defend yourself from him.

He began to advance toward you, a predator toying with his prey. Panic surged through you, urging you to flee. Yet, no matter how fast you ran, Loki always reappeared before you.

His voice dripped with amusement, "Come on, pet. Do you really think you can outrun me?" His grin widened, relishing the chase as if it were sort of a game to him.

"You won't ever escape me, pet. Even if you manage to get away from me, I will always find you again and again. You will be mine, whether you want to or not." He declared, his tone possessive and chilling. He stood before you, his presence looming over you like a dark cloud.

"I won't stop fighting you," you vowed, your voice filled with defiance, glaring at him as he advanced toward you. Desperation fueled your steps as you ran, but he always caught up to you, teleporting right in front of you, a relentless pursuit that seemed endless.

"You can't run forever, pet," he taunted, his eyes dark and menacing, his voice deep and husky. “Eventually, I’ll catch up to you.”

You were getting tired of running. "Come on, pet. Are we playing a game?" He chuckled, the sound echoing eerily through the empty street. The bastard was enjoying this twisted cat-and-mouse chase.

"Just stop!" you cried out, your frustration boiling over.

"Why would I stop? This is the most fun I've had in years, darling. I enjoy seeing you run, it's quite entertaining."

"Shut up." You tried to run away again, your breaths ragged. "Quit your magic, and fight fair!" Deep down, you knew if you were in a one-on-one combat with him, without his magic, you could win. "If you win, I'll come willingly."

"That's not how this works, little one," he chided, his tone laced with amusement.

You felt the anger boiling inside of you, but you continued to run. Each step echoed in the empty alley as you tried to escape his relentless pursuit. "Leave me alone then!" you shouted, desperation lacing your voice.

To your horror, your movements came to an abrupt stop. Loki stood in front of you, his mischievous grin sending shivers down your spine. Frantically, you turned around, only to find him there again, mocking your attempts to escape. Panic set in as you attempted to flee in the opposite direction, but there he was once more, his presence haunting you like a nightmare.

"What the fuck is going on?" you muttered, disbelief coloring your voice. How was he everywhere? How was he doing this? Your mind raced with questions as you stepped back, trying to distance yourself from the three identical Loki that surrounded you.

Were you tripping, or is there really three of them?

Loki's chuckle reverberated around you, a haunting sound that sent chills down your spine. Frustration boiled within you, and you screamed in exasperation, "How are you doing that?" Your voice wavered, trembling with a mixture of frustration and fear as you desperately demanded answers.

His grin widened as he continued to toy with your sanity. "Oh, come now, surely you know a trick or two, you being a witch and all," he taunted, the words laced with mocking arrogance.

You took slow steps backward as the three Loki remained in front of you, your resolve mingling with confusion and growing fear. "I'm not a witch, you... asshole," you retorted.

Suddenly, you felt his warm breath near your ear, and his voice sent a shiver down your spine. "It's called an illusion, little one," he whispered, the hot air tickling your earlobe. You jolted away from him, only to find another Loki standing in front of you, and you jumped yet again.

Fear gripped you, not of him, but of the overwhelming confusion and frustration that clouded your senses. The relentless onslaught of illusions left you feeling disoriented, unable to discern reality from the intricate tricks he was playing.

"Please stop," you pleaded.

"Stop what?" he asked, feigning innocence, his eyes glinting mischievously.

"Your tricks. I'm not stupid, stop," you demanded, your voice growing firmer despite the fear gripping your heart.

The three Loki slowly closed in on you, each step they took making your heart race faster. You retreated, trying to create distance, but soon your back met the unyielding wall. There was no escape. Your mind raced, your heart pounded, and you breathed heavily, trapped in a nightmare of your own making.

Suddenly, you felt an invisible force restraining your hands, pinning them against the wall. You looked around frantically, searching for the source, but there was no one in sight. Panic clawed at your throat as you realized you were immobilized.

"What the fuck are you doing?! Let me go."

"I don't think I will, my little pet," Loki said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Suddenly, Mobius reappeared beside Loki, seemingly out of thin air. "A little over the top, don’t you think, all the shadow play?" he commented, his tone disapproving.

Loki smirked, unrepentant. "I thought it was spot on."

Mobius turned his attention to you, his expression filled with concern. "What are you trying to do to the poor girl?" he asked.

"I'm merely making a point," Loki replied casually, as if discussing the weather and your distress was nothing more than a game.

Mobius shook his head and lightly chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure you are. That's why she looks like a frightened rabbit."

"I'm still here? Hello?” They were casually talking like you were invincible, despite being bound to a wall. Their attention shifted to you, and you erupted, "Mobius, what the hell? Arrest him! What are you doing!" Panic and anger laced your words, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I can't do that. I made a deal with Loki," Mobius responded, his tone regretful yet resolute.

You felt a chill run down your spine. "What fucking deal?" You asked, your voice trembling. "What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm not going to do anything. But Loki, on the other hand..." he chuckled darkly. "Well, the deal is, we only need you alive. That's all I'm saying. My lips are sealed," Mobius replied with a cryptic smile.

You didn't have a chance to process his words before the Loki closest to you began circling you, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Your heartbeat wildly, fear coursing through your veins as he trailed his finger along your arm, his touch light and teasing in suspense.

"What the fuck is the matter with you, let me go!" you shrieked, your panic and anger rising. "Mobius you fucking bitch, you are nothing but a- MMM" abruptly, as the shadow silenced you, turning your pleas into incoherent whispers.

Mobius sighed, shaking his head. "Now you're just showing off," he admonished.

"I can't help it, you bring out the worst in me."

Loki stepped in front of you and leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. His fingers trailed along your jaw, his touch feather-light and tantalizing. You were struggling to break free from his hold, but your body remained paralyzed, at his mercy.

Loki, leaning casually against the wall, let out a low, amused chuckle at your futile struggles. "Oh, little one," he purred, his tone mocking and condescending. "There's no use in fighting. You won't be able to break free. Trust me."

"Now, be a good girl and remain still," Loki said, his smile cruel and unsettling as he locked eyes with you, a twisted affection glinting in his gaze.

"Loki, take it easy on her. She's just a young girl, after all." Mobius interjected, his voice laced with a hint of compassion, though his eyes conveyed a different story. "Make sure to control your pet, Loki.” Mobius emphasized before vanishing into thin air.

You screamed was incoherent since your mouth was being covered by the shadow, you tried to say "Help!" and "No" but nothing came out.

Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. "Oh, darling. Don't try to speak, or scream, or fight. You can't escape, and no one is going to save you. No one will hear you, the only sound you will make is your moans."

Fear gripped you, the uncertainty of Loki's intentions leaving you paralyzed and vulnerable.

He advanced toward you, his steps deliberate and predatory. "Now," he whispered, his voice dripping with sadistic anticipation, "let the fun begin, pet."

With a snap of his fingers, Loki dispelled the shadow covering your mouth, granting you the ability to speak again. "Get off me, Laufeyson!" you exclaimed, your voice laced with defiance. You strained against your restraints, desperate to escape his grasp. "This is wrong. You're crazy psychopath."

"Oh, pet," he said, a twisted smile playing on his lips. "We've done far worse together."

Frustration and fear gripped you as you struggled against your bindings, pleading, " Why can't you just leave me alone?"

A dark chuckle escaped Loki's lips as he replied, "You know why."

"Please, just let me go." You pleaded, desperation creeping into your voice.

Loki's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with possessiveness. "I'm afraid I can't do that, love. You belong to me."

"No, I don't! I'm not yours," you protested vehemently. You writhed against the magical restraints, a mixture of anger and fear fueling your struggles. His control over you felt like a violation, and you despised him for it, for using his magic against you in such a cruel manner.

"Oh, pet," Loki purred, his voice dripping with both mockery and desire. "You can fight all you want, but you'll never win, not when it comes to me." He leaned in, his lips grazing your neck in a chilling caress. You whimpered as he sucked on your skin, his teeth scraping lightly.

"Stop. Please," you begged, your voice trembling.

"But why would I stop," he replied, his tone silkier than ever, "when I'm having so much fun?" His words hung in the air, laden with sadistic pleasure.

"I hate you. I will never stop hating you," you spat out, your words laced with a fierce determination, even in the face of your vulnerability.

Loki's lips curled into a sly smile, "You don't truly hate me, little one. You merely pretend to. I see through the façade. I know what lies beneath."

"What the hell are you talking about, Loki?" you shot back.

"Stop being such a brat," he sneered. The shadow binding both your wrists kept you firmly against the wall, his control unyielding. "Do you like being restrained, hmm? Enjoy the feeling of someone else in control, knowing you can't escape, and no one will help you?" His face hovered dangerously close to yours, his breath ghosting over your skin.

“No! Stop that nonsense!” You lied, you were scared, and angry, but you also secretly enjoyed being under his control whether you wanted to admit it or not.

He hummed and kissed your neck and whispered in your ear, his breath tickled your ear and you felt shivers down your spine. “Fuck, how I miss you.” His voice was deep and commanding, sending tingles of pleasure throughout your body.

"Please, stop. Just leave me alone. Don't do this to me, please."

"Oh, little one. You know I can't do that." He said as his hands roamed all over your body, caressing every inch of you, making you feel so vulnerable. You felt the heat rise between your legs and your heart raced faster.

"I can smell your arousal, pet.” He lightly bit your neck. “Your body betrays you. It craves my touch, just as much as you do," he said, his voice laced with a sinister confidence. "You want me, even if you refuse to admit it."

You met his gaze with defiance, attempting to deny the truth he claimed. "You're delusional," you retorted, your words aimed at rejecting his manipulative influence.

"Am I?" Loki's eyes bore into yours, a predatory glint flickering in their depths. "Your heart, your mind, your body—they all long for me, even if you deny it. You can't escape this, no matter how hard you try. I will always find you, even if I have to tear the universe apart to get you back."

Loki was right. Your body was betraying you. The wetness was getting more intense by the minute, you could feel the pleasure building up, but you couldn't let yourself fall into temptation, he had hurt you, lied to you, manipulated you, used you, and now he was going to take you against your will.

You had to fight him.

You had to escape him.

You couldn't let him take you.

Not like this.

But you wanted more, and you knew that Loki would give you everything you wanted and more. You could feel the pleasure building up. You moaned softly as his hands roamed over your breasts. You felt a rush of anger, "What are you doing? You're using your magic to seduce me, aren't you?"

He met your accusation with a knowing grin. "I don't need magic to seduce you.” He countered, “Your body responds to me naturally, so beautifully. It's like a drug, and once I've had a taste, I'm hooked. I can't get enough of you."

You felt his lips on your neck. His kisses were soft and tender. You gasped as his tongue licked your neck, trailing down your collarbone. You couldn't stop the moan that escaped your lips as his fingers pinched your nipple.

You felt he smirked and you tried not to moan, biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting you. But he could read your mind, and he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were feeling. He was inside your head.

"Just stop."

"Not until I'm finished with you. Not until you're begging for more. Begging for my cock inside of you. Begging for me." He slammed your back against the wall, and you yelped as you hit it hard.

He had you caged, and your legs were starting to tremble. You didn't know if it was from the force or the intensity of his words. You tried to push him away but he was stronger than you. His body was pressed against yours. He then kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything but feel his body against yours.

He was a good kisser, and he knew what he was doing. You were moaning into the kiss, and you were fighting to keep control. Then you felt his cock growing hard. You gasped and that was when you realized what was going on. In a desperate act of defiance, you bit down hard, drawing blood. You tasted it.

He pulled back momentarily caught off guard. He looked like a maniac, and you had to remind yourself not to be afraid of him. His lips curled into a sinister grin as he wiped the blood away with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours. "I like that," he said, his voice low and dark, his grin widening.

You stared at him, and you felt your eyes widen in shock. You felt your heart race. You were still struggling against him, and you tried to pull your hand free from his restraints, but it was useless.

"Oh, pet," he sneered, his tone laced with malice. "I'll make you pay for that defiance."

"What are you planning? Torture me?" you challenged back.

"Torture is such a crude term," he replied, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I prefer 'punish'. After all, you've been a naughty girl. And naughty girls must be disciplined."

Your eyes narrowed, a fierce glare aimed his way. "You can't do anything to break me. You can't force me to feel anything. You have no control over me."

He laughed, "Is that so? You know nothing about me, love. Nothing. If I had my way, I would've taken you to my bed, and kept you there, tied up, blindfolded, gagged, naked, helpless, at my mercy. But I can't do that, yet. However, that doesn't mean I can't have fun."

"You're insane. I despise you," you retorted, your words heavy with hatred.

"That's fine," he replied, his tone oddly calm. "I'm used to people hating me. It's just a matter of time before they change their minds. And I'll have you. One way or another, you're mine."

"Go to hell."

"Only if you come with me."

You felt a chill run down your spine, and you couldn't help but shiver. You couldn't stop thinking about the things he had said. About how you were his. You tried to shake the thoughts away, but they were persistent.

You accidentally clenched your pussy at his words, you hoped he didn't notice.

He chuckled, the sound sending chills down your spine. "Oh, pet, that's adorable," he taunted, his grin widening with malicious amusement. "Do you like the thought of that, pet?" Loki's eyes glittered with dark intent, sensing the conflict within you, and it only served to fuel his sadistic amusement.

"No!" You denied.

"Then why did you clench your pussy, hmm? Was it because you were imagining me taking you?"

"It was just a reflex," you stammered, attempting to deny the undeniable truth.

"Is that so?" he murmured, his voice a dark, taunting whisper. His smirk widened, and he moved his face closer to yours until there were mere inches between your lips. "You're lying, love."

"I won't let you slip away again," he whispered, his fingers tightening around your throat, making each breath a struggle. His eyes bore into yours. "I will make you mine."

He tightened his grip around your throat and slammed your back against the wall, your head hit the wall with a loud thud. You couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable. Tears began streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

But this was making you turned on, despite how much you hated Loki, you couldn't deny that he was hot and the way he was being rough with you was making your pussy throb.

"You'll see. It's time to begin your training, pet." He whispered as his hands travelled lower, caressing your inner thigh. "Please, Loki."

"Shhh, shh." He pressed his finger against your lips, "Save your begging."

“Fuck you!”

He raised his eyebrows and smirked, "I would love to do that right now, but I think we should save it for later."

"You bastard!" you spat, your anger seething.

"Watch your language, pet," he sneered, his grip tightening as he grabbed your chin, his fingers digging into your jaw. "Now, be a good girl and open your mouth." He took a piece of cloth out of his pocket. It was green.

"Hell No! I won't do it. I won't cooperate." You retorted, like who in the world would agree to that?

He sighed. "You know, you really are a stubborn little thing. It's adorable. But, it won't get you anywhere. In fact, it'll just make things worse."

You stared at him. You couldn't believe what was happening. How could he be so cruel? So evil? He chuckled. "I told you. You're not in control here. I am. Now, open your mouth."

“Never.”

"Fine. Then I'll do it for you." He used his magic to force open your mouth, his magic was painful, and it burned. You could barely move. He put the cloth in your mouth and tied it around your head. You tried to scream but couldn't.

"So pretty," he said as he stroked your cheek. "You should be grateful that I'm even letting you use this, instead of forcing you to be silent. And remember, the gag stays on unless I say otherwise. Understand?"

You shook your head mumbling, "Mmff, no."

"That's too bad," he mused, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Because if you try to remove the gag, I'll have to punish you. And you don't want that, do you?"

"Nnooo, I don't," you mumbled, your voice barely audible through the gag.

"Good girl," he purred. "You'll get used to it."

With a swift motion, he removed the shadow restraints from your arms, and you immediately attempted to fight back, you tried to hit him, but he easily dodged your blow. His grip iron-strong when he caught your hand. "Careful, pet," he cautioned, his voice a dangerous whisper. "My patience wears thin."

Using his powers, he summoned the shadow to immobilize you once more, pinning you against the wall, this time including your legs. You were rendered utterly helpless, trapped in his web of darkness.

"Now, let's begin," he said, his voice oozing with menace. You remained tied up, gagged, and entirely at his merciless mercy.

He took out a dagger from his belt and cut through your shirt and bra, leaving you exposed. "Oh my, that's a nice sight."

You let out a muffled scream, "You don't need clothes. They will only get in the way."

He began kissing your neck and sucking on your skin. "Mmf," You moaned softly as his lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. He cupped your breast and teased your nipple.

"Mmff No..."

He ignored your protests and continued to play with your nipples.

"You like that, don't you? I can feel how wet you are, darling." He whispered into your ear.

"Mmmff." You tried to deny, but he could hear your thoughts.

He smirked. "I bet if I put my fingers inside you right now, they'd slide right in. I bet you're dripping wet for me, aren't you, my sweet?"

"Mmf."

"You don't need to speak, little one," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Just relax. I know what you want."

His hand glided down your thigh, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin, until he slipped his fingers under the hem of your dress and traced the edge of your panties. "And it seems that your body agrees with me," he continued, "It's telling me that it's ready to submit to me."

You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he could hear your thoughts, and he knew what you were thinking.

"Come on, pet. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and found him staring at you, his gaze darkened with hunger and desire.

"There you go. Such a good girl." He praised you.

He slid your panties to the side and his fingers found your pussy, already dripping wet. "Oh, you're so wet, pet. Do you want me that much? Do you want me to fuck you, hmm?"

He slid your panties to the side and cupped your pussy. "Fuck," he muttered as his fingers slipped between your folds, "You're already dripping for me."

You blushed furiously as he rubbed your clit in slow, gentle circles.

"Yes," he said, his voice deepening, "Your body wants me. It wants me to take you and make you mine."

His finger pressed against your entrance and then pushed into you, making you gasp. He curled it and began to massage your G-spot. You bit your lip and moaned, trying not to make too much noise. You tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use.

You clenched your fists, struggling to hold back the moan threatening to escape your lips. A soft whimper escaped your lips, and the Loki behind you laughed softly. "No. You're not getting away from me."

You whimpered as he thrust another finger into you, stretching you even further. He began pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, making you gasp and moan under the gagged cloth. His fingers worked their magic, sliding in and out of you, rubbing your G-spot with each stroke. He kept a steady rhythm, keeping you on the edge.

You could feel your walls tightening around his fingers, the sensation driving you mad. The Loki in front of you watched intently as he continued to pleasure you, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and amusement as you struggled to keep control. "Oh, little one," he said, "I love seeing you like this. So desperate. So needy. So fucking sexy." His other hand gripped your hips, keeping you in place.

"You're so wet," he murmured, "You're practically begging me to fuck you."

"Mmfff." You tried to ignore him, but he curled his fingers and stroked you just right, and your hips bucked involuntarily. You were quickly approaching your orgasm, and it was impossible to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

Loki leaned in and nipped at your neck, and you shivered as his breath caressed your skin. "But I won't. Not yet. First, I want to watch you come. I want to see your face when you orgasm. I want to hear the sounds you make when you come."

His fingers thrusting into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit. You were so close, and you knew that he could sense it. "Ah, yes. That's it. You're doing so well. Now, tell me... do you want to cum?" He pumped them faster, deeper.

You shook your head. You didn't want to come, you tried to resist, but you were too far gone. You felt the pressure building in your core, the pleasure was too much.

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "Then let's see how long you can last."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. He thrust a third finger into your pussy and continued his assault on your clit. He was fucking you with his fingers, and you were so close. You could feel the heat rising in your belly, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer. You shook your head at him begging him not to make you come.

"Come on pet, don't fight it, just let it happen. Give into the pleasure. Come for me."

He pumped his fingers faster and harder, making you moan and cry out. "Yes, that's it," he whispered, "Just a little bit longer, you're so close."

He was relentless, his fingers working your pussy expertly. "Nnnn." You tried to tell him that you weren't going to let him win, but you couldn't speak.

You could feel the pleasure building and you knew that he could sense it. He kept pumping his fingers and rubbing your clit, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your pussy was so wet, his fingers were sliding in and out so easily. You felt the orgasm approaching, the pressure was building, and you knew you couldn't hold it back any longer.

"You're going to come, whether you want to or not. So, don't fight it, just let it happen."

"Mmmmmm"

"Yes. You can't stop it. I'm going to make you come."

He continued to thrust his fingers, his thumb circling your clit, the pressure building until you could take it no more. He removed the gagged from your mouth, "Let me hear your moans, pet."

You let out a loud cry, unable to contain it. "That's it. You're so close, I can feel it.” Your back arched and you cried out, his fingers and thumb pushing you over the edge. "Come for me, my sweet. Come for me. Now." He curled his fingers inside you and bit your neck.

You screamed and bucked as the orgasm took you, and he didn't let up. He continued to pump his fingers and rub your clit, pushing you further and further until you couldn't take it anymore. You thrashed about as the pleasure was too much, your orgasm overwhelming your senses.

Your body writhing against his fingers. Your release was so intense that it made your whole body shudder. He held you tightly, his fingers still moving in and out of your pussy, drawing out your orgasm.

"There we go," he said, smiling down at you. "Such a good girl. You're such a good girl for me, pet."

You were a panting, sweating, mess, and you were exhausted.

He kissed your forehead and pulled his fingers out of you. You were glad the shadow was there restraining you or you would collapse.

After you came down from your high, you realized what just happened. You spat at him, "Fuck you, Loki. You're disgusting."

"Disgusting?" He raised his eyebrows. "Now, why would you say that, little one? Was it not good for you? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself."

"Get the fuck away from me." you spat, your voice filled with venom.

He laughed, "You don't get to tell me what to do, little one. I'm not done with you yet."

"You fucking monster," you screamed, "I'm not going to let you touch me."

He grinned and grabbed your hair, pulling you towards him. "Watch your mouth, pet. I don't like hearing you use foul language. Now, since I was so kind to give you such a nice orgasm, will you be a good girl and obey me without any fuss?"

You rolled your eyes. "Like hell I will!"

He smirked in response. "Since I've been rather kind to you," Loki began, his eyes roaming over your body, "I have a proposition for you."

Though you had little desire to hear anything he had to say, your curiosity got the best of you, compelling you to reluctantly listen.

"Do you want me to fuck you here, right now in this alley, or in our room where we will be alone, and no one will interrupt us." He said with a smirk.

Your throat tightened, both options he presented were equally horrifying. But, the last thing you wanted was for someone to find you two here, like this. "Neither.” you choked out.

"That wasn't an option, my sweet."

You glared at him, "You're vile," you hissed

He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unaffected by your words. "You say the most hurtful things, pet."

"I'm not going to choose," you declared, "I'm not choosing anything. I'd rather die than have sex with you."

He looked amused. "Fine, then I will choose. You have a few seconds to think about it." He said as he took his jacket off, and dropped it to the ground.

"You're going to take me right here? You're an animal."

"It's your fault for refusing. If you choose the other option, I was going to be nice. I'll be rough if you insist."

"If you touch me, I'll kill you." You growled.

He laughed. "Oh, little one. It's not me you have to worry about."

Ignoring your warning, he reached forward, his touch cold against your skin, and ran his thumb along your lower lip. "Shame that I have to punish you. I'm sure you'll be a good girl after today."

You gritted your teeth and move your face away from his touch, "Don't touch me."

He ignored your demand, and began undoing his pants. He pulled his cock out, and started stroking it. You stared at his member and he was already rock hard. You hesitated, not wanting to touch him.

"Are you afraid, my sweet?"

You remained silent, refusing to dignify his question with a response.

He laughed, “There's no need to be scared. I won't hurt you. Unless you disobey me."

He moved closer, his proximity suffocating. With a swift, unwelcome touch, he reached out and stroked your cheek. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but flinch away from his caress.

"Relax, darling. This will be pleasurable for the both of us." He said as he grabbed his cock and ran it against your slit.

You felt your wetness seep onto his cock.

"STOP!" you screamed, your voice breaking the tense atmosphere, forcing him to halt his actions and look up at you.

He smiled at you. "Do you want me to stop, pet?"

You nodded frantically, desperation clouding your eyes. "Yes, I do."

"Tell me," he purred, his tone dripping with cruelty, "why should I stop?"

You scrambled for an excuse, your mind racing. "Let's do it in your place then," you stammered, your words rushed. "Please? I don't want anyone to see." Desperation clung to your voice as you pleaded, hoping against hope that he would agree to your request.

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh, pet. You know that won't work."

He pressed his cock against your pussy again.

You felt his tip slip inside you. "PLEASE! I'll be good, just please stop."

He smiled. "I like the sound of that."

He sighed, "Very well, little one." He swiftly pulled up his pants, adjusted his shirt, and retrieved his jacket, freeing you in the process. You winced as you flexed your arms, the restraints having taken their toll.

With a snap of a finger, he put your clothes back on, and you felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You couldn't believe he stopped. He looked at you. "Remember what I said, pet. You don't speak about this to anyone. I'll know if you do. Understand?"

You nodded.

"Good girl," he affirmed.

"Come," he motioned for you to follow him, and for a moment, you considered fleeing again, knowing full well that it branded you a coward. But the terror of Loki's power held you in check.

You didn't get far before he seized you once more. "Enough!" he bellowed, sending you crashing to the ground. Your body felt numb, the pain overwhelming. You begged through the agony, "Please."

"You brought this on yourself, pet," Loki's tone was icy, disappointment etched in his features. "I was going to take care of you, give everything you desired, and all I asked in return was your love and trust. And you broke it."

"Please, Loki. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you pleaded, desperation lacing your words.

He shook his head, "No, pet. There is no going back. You have to pay the price for what you've done," he stated firmly, his grip unyielding.

Loki wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him, "Sweet dreams my pet."

And then, everything faded into darkness.

When you woke up, you were on the bed, naked. The room was dark, and there was no sign of Loki. At least right now your arms and legs weren’t bounded. But still he had kidnapped you. "Fucking asshole!" You cursed inside your head.

Then you heard footsteps approaching outside, you pretended to fall asleep, hoping that he'd leave. "I know you're awake, my sweet." He chuckled, "Did you really think you could trick me, darling? You're such a naughty girl, aren't you? Tsk tsk. Such a bad girl."

You tried to fool the god of mischief, what an idiot you were. You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He sat down next to you and began caressing your body. He ran his hand up and down your legs.

You slapped his hand away, you hated him. How dare he touch you like that! Loki grabbed your wrist, "Don't try to stop me, little one." He threatened, his grip was tight. It hurt. "No, stop." You whimpered. You tried to struggle free, but he was too strong.

"Oh no, no, no, you're not going anywhere." He said as he pinned you down on the bed. "Are you ready to behave now, my sweet?"

You refused to respond, instead, you glared at him.

Loki shook his head and chuckled. "You are so beautiful, my sweet.”

You were getting tired of him calling you sweet and darling. "Shut up, Loki. Don’t fucking call me that, you bastard!"

He gave you a stern look. "Behave."

"Or what?" You challenged.

Loki leaned down and pressed his lips to your ear. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm going to have to punish you."

You glared up at him. "What, like you haven't already done that?"

Loki smirked, "Don't be a smartass, darling. I can make this a lot worse."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, sure."

Loki gripped your hair tightly and tugged your head back. "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

You looked up at him defiantly. "Do your worst." You then saw him grinned, you realized you had made a big mistake.

"As you wish, little one." Loki said with a wicked grin. He got off the bed and started taking his clothes off. You knew what he was going to do, and it scared you.

He took off his shirt and threw it aside. You were confused at first, until Loki lifted his other hand and started waving it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making sure you don't try to resist."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means, I don't want you getting away." Loki smirked. He then started moving his hand up and down your body.

You squirmed and tried to push his hand away, but they felt frozen. "Let me go, you sick bastard!"

Loki gave you a wicked grin. "No, I don't think I will"

Loki forced his lips against yours, you tried to resist, but it was useless. You couldn't move. You tried to turn your head, but it was no use.

Loki forced his tongue into your mouth. He explored every inch of your mouth, tasting you. You could taste his breath. It was sweet, with a hint of mint. You tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you.

"Stop!" You yelled, "Please stop, Loki! I don't want to do this!

Loki ignored you. He kept kissing you, forcing his tongue down your throat. "I know you like it, darling."

You shook your head. Loki broke the kiss and smiled. "You're such a stubborn little thing, aren't you?"

"Fuck you." You spat.

“Why are you so impatient, my little pet?” Loki laughed. "Don’t worry, I’ll do it in a moment. Right now, I'm more concerned with teaching you a lesson."

You glared at him, you were so pissed off. He laughed again, “Such a pretty face, too.” He traced his finger along your jawline.

Then you watched Loki removed his pants, revealing his fully erect cock. He stroked himself slowly. You felt your body heat up. You couldn't believe it. He was making you hot.

"See something you like?" He grinned.

You blushed. You looked away. It had been awhile since you had sex with him or anyone else. You missed being fucked by him. You needed to feel his cock deep inside of you. But you knew this was wrong, you looked away from him.

"Look at me." He ordered.

You turned and looked at him. You watched as he continued to stroke his cock. "You betrayed me, Y/N." He climbed over you and straddled your hips, trapping your wrists with his hands, and pinned them above your head. "You hurt me. You have to be punished."

“You are hurting me too.”

“I don’t think so, pet. Deep down, you want this. You want me to force myself to you, you don’t think I know? I know your deepest darkest desire. The desire you try to deny. The desire for me to make you mine again. You want to be my pet again, don't you?"

He was right. You were afraid to admit it but you missed Loki. But you didn't want to admit it. You shook your head, “No! I don’t have such thing.” You knew it was a lie, deep down you wanted him to use you and force himself on you, forced you into submission, make you his again, like he had done many times before.

"Keep lying to yourself, pet. I know you more than you know yourself. Now, open your mouth and let me fuck it.”  He smirked and moved closer to you. His cock was inches away from your face. You moved your head away, but he grabbed your hair and pulled it. You winced in pain.

"Open up. Open wide and say ahh."

You refused to obey. "Don't be stubborn." You clenched your teeth together. "If you don't open your mouth, I'll fuck your throat. I'll make you gag and choke."

"You're sick."

"Maybe, but so are you, darling."

He grabbed your face, forced your mouth open. You kept them close together, "I'll fucking bite your dick off, I swear."

He was having none of it, he used his magic to make you couldn't move your jaw. Then he shoved his cock inside your mouth and forced his way in. He started to pump his hips and his cock went deep down your throat, hitting the back of your throat. He moaned, enjoying the feeling.

He pushed his cock deep into your throat, making you gag. You could feel his hard length against your tongue. His precum leaked onto your taste buds, sending shivers down your spine. He kept thrusting in and out of your mouth, deeper and deeper. Your eyes watered.

 You coughed, trying to catch your breath, but he was relentless. His hands gripped your hair tightly, his hips moved faster and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your throat.

You felt your body relax, your heart rate quickened, and your clit throbbed. You were getting turned on by this. You whimpered and felt a surge of excitement flow through your body. You couldn't believe it. You were excited at the thought of him taking you, forcing you, fucking you.

You were sick.

"This is all your fault." He said as he looked at you, enjoying the way your throat was stretched around him. "Such a good pet. Take it all, pet."

He grabbed your hair and forced his cock deeper into your mouth. You were struggling to breathe. He moaned louder as he felt his cock going deeper into your throat. He held his cock in your throat, watching you struggle to breathe. "Such a pretty face. I wonder how many people you've sucked off.”

You whimpered, feeling your body reacting to his words.

"Did you plan to suck that guy you were flirting with?" He thrusted his hips. You gagged and tears filled your eyes. "He could never make you feel this good." He moaned. His thrust became harder and deeper. You choked and gagged on his cock.

You cried, your body trembled. You were about to pass out, when he suddenly pulled his cock out and allowed you to breathe. You gasped, sucking in as much air as possible. You couldn't move, you were frozen. He then proceed to grab his cock and stroke it.

"Such a pretty sight, you are. And the view of your lips wrapped around my cock." He said, grinning. "Don't worry, my pet. I'm almost there. You're doing a great job. You're going to be rewarded for being so good for me. I'm going to give you what you want. What you need."

He grabbed your hair and slammed his cock deep again into your throat. Then his hand reached to your pussy. He put his finger in your pussy, you moaned as he touched your pussy. He smirked.  "That's a good girl, you are learning. Now, suck my cock."

You started sucking his cock. He started thrusting his cock deeper and harder into your throat. He moaned as you sucked his cock. He loved feeling your mouth on his cock.

"Mmmphh… stwop.” You tried to beg, but his cock was down your throat.

"Do not talk with your mouth full, darling. That is not polite."

You felt him tighten around your neck. His grip was firm.

"I am going to cum. Do not spit. Swallow every drop, and maybe I will reward you. But only if you're a good girl. Do you understand?"

"Mmmph." You tried to protest, but the god didn't listen. You couldn't do anything except suck his cock. Loki kept fucking your mouth until his seed spilled into your throat, you felt the warm liquid slide down your throat making you choke. Your eyes rolled back as you swallowed his seed. He pulled out and released your hands.

You coughed, and gasped for air. "Good girl. Very good girl." Loki patted your head.

You glared at him. You wanted him dead.

"Don't be like that, Y/N. You're supposed to be happy. This is what you wanted, remember? We're together again. Just like old times."

You looked away. "That was a long time ago."

Loki grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him. "But it's not too late. We can have it again. We can have everything. We just have to work together."

"Work together?" You scoffed, "How can we work together? You lied to me!”

“We can talk later, my love. Right now, I need to be inside you.” He stroked his cock, he was still hard even after he came earlier. He spread your legs apart and grabbed a hold of his cock, aiming it towards your wet pussy.

"Now I'm going to fuck you so hard until you pass out. Until I cum deep inside of you and make you mine again. Then when you wake up, I'll fuck you again, and again, and again."

You felt him press his cock against your pussy, his head slid between your folds and penetrated you. "No, Loki, please, I'm sorry."

"It's too late for that."  He stroked down his hard cock even after he just came, he was hard again. He then forced himself inside of you. You screamed in agony. He was too big.

"Oh, stop your whining." Loki chuckled. "You're such a baby. It doesn't hurt that much."

His cock was big that it stretched your open, he didn’t give you time to adjust. You screamed, "You fucking asshole!"

"Watch your mouth, darling. I'm not a fan of that language." Loki slapped your pussy, it was red and swollen from his previous assault. He kept thrusting his hips, his cock pounded you over and over. Your whole body ached from him.

He was holding your waist down with one hand and pumping his hips in and out of your pussy. He continued to thrust in and out of you. He took his time and made sure he hit the spot that would make you scream and beg for more. He knew what you wanted, he knew your body and what made you tick.

You were biting your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.

"Why don't you let me hear those beautiful moans, pet?" Loki purred, leaning his face in close to yours. "Don't hold back, you know you want to enjoy this."

"No..."

Loki grinned and snapped his hips hard against yours. "I know what you like, and I know you like this. It's why I keep doing this." He smiled wickedly. Loki picked up the pace. His cock hit the spot inside of you. "It’s okay. You don’t need to be embarrassed, just let it all out."

You bit your lip and gripped his sheets, trying not to make a sound. "Darling, you're so stubborn, you're going to hurt yourself." Loki grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked on it, causing you to moan and look up at him.

"You're fucking psycho!"

Loki began pounding into you even harder. His hand gripped your throat, and you felt yourself grow weaker. fast. "Loki, please..." Your vision began to fade, and you started gasping for air.  “Stop…” Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you.

He squeezed them together and pounding his cock into you. You screamed and he slapped your pussy again. He fucked you harder than you'd ever been fucked before. You were sobbing, begging him to stop. Tears ran down your face but he didn't slow down. He kept fucking you harder than before. Your breasts were bouncing wildly as he pounded into you.

You felt him hit a spot inside of you that caused a surge of pleasure to flow through your body.  "That's it, darling." Loki moaned, slamming his hips harder against yours. "Come on, you know you want to."

You felt your orgasm building. You tried to fight the urge, but you couldn't help yourself. He kept pounding into you, his cock rubbing against your g-spot.

"Don’t fight it. You can't resist, so just give in." Loki said thrusting harder and harder, until you were both a moaning, writhing mess. Your walls clenched around his cock, and you arched your back. You moaned loudly as he fucked you harder and faster.

You couldn't fight it anymore, you screamed in pleasure, feeling yourself reaching your peak.

"Fuck, yes! Come for me! Milk my cock, pet"

You cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Loki didn't stop, he continued thrusting in and out of your pussy. Your body shook uncontrollably. You cried out again, screaming.

"Please, stop." You pleaded, panting.

Loki ignored you, he fucked you harder and harder, and you could feel his cock throbbing inside of you. "I'm going to fill you with my seed. You'll be leaking it out for days. Every time you sit down or move, you'll feel it dripping down your thighs. You'll be mine."

"Please, Loki! No! Pull out!" You begged, trying to push him off of you. But he was too strong. "Why are you doing this to me?" You cried.

"I'm not going to pull out." Loki's fingers wrapped around your neck, he choked you. "After you betrayed me, this is the least you deserve. I'm going to make you pregnant. You'll have a little monster running around. You won’t ever leave me again.”

"No! Loki, stop!" You sobbed, crying out. "I'll do anything! Please don't cum in me."

"It's too late, pet." Loki ignored your pleas, he continued thrusting hard. He rubbed your clit, "Cum with me, my sweet." He was rubbing it harder, making it hard for you to keep up with his thrusts.

You shook your head. Loki growled. "Now."

You gasped, "No! No!" You cried out, trying to pull away. You couldn't fight it anymore. You moaned loudly. Your whole body spasmed with your orgasm, your walls clenching tightly around him.

Loki groaned. You felt him got bigger inside you. He let out a long moan. "Take my cum."  He spilled his hot seed inside you. It filled you, filling you up, some of it spilling out. You could feel it filling your womb, stretching your belly. It was so warm.

He continued to fuck you through his orgasm, pushing more of his cum into you. "No! Please stop!"

Loki laughed, his cock was still hard and pushed his cock back into your pussy. "Oh, but we're not done yet. I'm not finished with you yet." He pushed himself deeper inside you. He was still coming. "This is just the beginning."

"You're fucking insane."

"Yes, I know." Loki was still pumping his cock in and out of you. "I'm going to train your body. You're going to crave me, my cock, and my cum. And every time you see me, you're going to want me to fuck you. You'll need me."

"No!" You cried.

"Yes, yes, you will. Because I'm the only one who can satisfy you." He was thrusting harder, deeper, his pace increasing.

You were afraid he might never stop. And he never did.

It had felt like hours. You lost count on how many times you had orgasmed. It was too much. The room was spinning, the pain and pleasure becoming too much. You were so sensitive, every touch sending you over the edge.

“Loki, please stop. I’m begging you.” You were exhausted, spent, and sore. You couldn’t take it anymore. But you couldn’t stop him, he was too strong and too weak. He kept fucking you over and over again until you were almost at the point of passing out. But he made sure you never did by using his magic to keep you awake.

"Look at your beautiful, stretched pussy. My seed is already filling you."

You whimpered, you could feel it. You could feel the weight of his cum inside you. He never pull out. He kept coming, and his cock kept spurting more and more. You didn’t think it was possible for anyone to have so much cum. He was fucking you again and again.

"You'll learn to love me. You'll learn to beg for me. You'll learn to come on command. You'll learn to obey me. You'll learn to pleasure me. You'll learn to worship me. Because that is how we are, my sweet."

It seemed like an eternity, but finally, he was done. He collapsed onto you, panting heavily. His cock remained buried inside your pussy, and you felt him softening inside you. Your pussy ached from the rough pounding he had given you.

"You are mine, my sweet. Now and forever." He said, giving you a possessive look.

You felt his cum slowly trickle out of you. Your belly was still swollen from the amount he had pumped into you. You had never felt so full. It was like you were a water balloon, and he had been filling you with water.

Loki kissed you deeply. You could barely fight him back, you were too weak. He smiled and ran his hand through your hair. "Now get some sleep, I'll be back to check on you later." Loki got up from the bed and walked away.

The door shut. You laid there, stunned and exhausted. You were still trying to process what had happened, but there was one thing you knew for sure. You were trapped. You were his prisoner.

He was not going to let you go. Ever.

"I hate you, Loki." You whispered.

And you knew he heard it.

E/N : I intentionally made her emotion sway back and forth, torn between desiring him yet hating his actions. They're both twisted in their own ways, perhaps that's why they complement each other.

Honestly, I'm not entirely content with how the story is going; I might rewrite or delete it later, I'm not sure. Nevertheless, thank you for reading!

Let me know if you enjoy dark fics too! I adore them and plan to write more.

‘’hey earth girl-‘’

A sultry voice from not to far away from your table grabbed your attention as you raised a brow and turned around. It was bad enough that the familiar hero Thor was being loud with his other companies when you were trying to enjoy a meal with your best friend in peace, but if someone was trying to flirt now, you were going to lose it-

Your cheeks reddened to see Loki, the famous Frost Giant and ally of Thor, leaning in the hall way talking on the phone with it barely visible in his huge hand. You quickly spun around and your friend burst out laughing to see your embarrassed face after having thrown an annoyed one a few seconds ago. How silly of you, thinking someone would ever try to flirt with ordinary you- let alone Loki the god of Mischief.

Getting rid of your reddened cheeks, you warned your friend to stop teasing you as you merely shrunk in your seat and tried ignoring the sound of Loki’s voice from behind, flirting with whoever the hell was on the phone. Quite the lucky woman honestly, Loki was drop dead gorgeous and a very powerful being to what he’s helped do with Thor and the safety of this planet. Its not like it could ever work between the two of you anyway.. your size differences would definitely cause some damage no matter how long the foreplay and prepping took.

The mere thoughts was enough to have your cheeks return to their crimson red embarrassment color and you quickly pulled your mind back to trying to listen to your friend talk. It didn’t last long though when you heard a shatter behind you, making you jump and look back around to where Loki was starring at the ground, making your eyes follow.

A phone was shattered between his feet, broken and your patience running thin as you gave a sigh. Its been quite the day, and the noise from the god of thunder and the embarrassment of thinking Loki would ever be flirting with you had you frustrated and far from having a better day. Standing up abruptly, you hid your irritation and gave an apologetic look to your friend as you excused yourself to the restroom.

Turning around, you head over to the hallway- which just so happens to be where Loki had been looming in and you stopped two feet in front of him. with his big frame, there was no way you could squeeze past him and you weren’t taken chances by stepping on the broken glass as you took a deep breath. Your eyes reached his, having to tilt your head up to merely look in his eyes as your presence grabbed his attention.

A brow had raised but his expression of wonder quickly changed to something else.. something he seemed to be trying to hide with a sly smile as his eyes began to roam. He was hot indeed, but he way he.. looked at you, was enough to make your skin crawl as you wrapped your arms around yourself and glanced beyond him.

‘’excuse me, I’d like to get by..’’ you say politely, shifting a little uncomfortably as you shyly looked at him. he was so.. tall.. big.. and drop dead gorgeous through and through.

Loki merely smiled and glanced down at the glass before he pressed himself up against the wall as much as he could before he offered a hand to you. ‘’allow me darling.’’

His extended hand made you raise a brow, looking over it before up in his eyes in wonder as if it were some sort of trick.

‘’I cant have you possibly tripping on shattered glass because of my clumsiness’’ he explained innocently, wanting to offer to help you step over it as you bit your lip.

Even with him close to the wall, his body still took up more than half of the entry way. Couldn’t hurt though with taking his assistance as you reached up and grasped one of his fingers, him having to hunch a bit for you to even reach his hand before he curled it ever so gently. Leading you carefully over, you made sure to look down at the ground and step over the glass, your body being close enough to his where you could feel the cold radiating off his body. This made you shiver and your eyes quickly switched up to his with parted lips, prepared on apologizing encase he found it rude but he merely chuckled and shook his head.

‘’its alright love, it must have been awhile since I’ve had someone help.. warm me up..’’ he teased, his voice getting low enough where it sounded exactly like his flirting tone back with the phone call. Tease or not, your cheeks reddened and you removed your hand quickly once you were past him in the hallway.

‘’well.. sorry about your phone, I’m sure one of the waitresses will clean it up for you.. er- have a nice day-‘’ you say quickly and turned your back on him, your cheeks getting accustomed to the new color they had practice using lately and shook your head at how you felt like an idiot. ‘have a nice day? Not a thank you at least? Gods Y/N you’re stupid-‘ you self loathed and entered the family bathroom to be alone.

Once you’ve calmed yourself down with your small alone time of just taking deep breaths, you prepared to go back out there until your phone buzzed.

“hey girl, family emergency. I took care of the bill and promise to make it up to you! Text me when you get home”

‘shit!’ you thought as you closed your eyes to take a deep breath. This was suppose to be a long night of fun and forgetting life’s hardships lately. You were already in a mood and now you got left with a night cut short. Of course.. it’s not her fault. You cant help family stuff.. you’d just go home and go to bed early- escape this world to your dreams where things usually weren’t as bad as here.

Grabbing your bag, you left the restroom and stopped short when you noticed all the lights where off and there was complete silence. The restaurant didn’t close for another 3 hours.. what the hell happened? you slowly stepped more into the hall, the glass at the entrance gone and no one in sight- as if the whole place closed with you locked inside. ‘great, what else could go wrong’ you sighed and carefully walked through the main room, being careful to go around tables and push in chairs as you passed.

‘front door locked, great.’ Another frustrated sigh. Perhaps the place had an emergency back door or something. Doing your best not to kill yourself walking in the dark, you made sure to run your hands on the passing furniture while you made yourself to the back where the kitchen was. This room was even darker than the dining area.

‘’you seem to be having quite the day, darling”

That voice. that chill. It was enough to make you jump and spin around to see the towering, looming figure practically pressed up against you if you hadn’t have taken a step back. ‘’L-Loki- its you..’’ you say in mild relief and glanced behind you. ‘’it seems like we’ve been locked it for some reason, do you know what’s going on?’’ you asked, turning back to look at him and his glowing red eyes was enough to make you shiver again.

He was calm.. to calm. Not a worry in the world as to what was going on here and you were pretty sure he had something to do with it. it was enough to make you take another step back and as he took a step forward as you did so, your heart rate picked up.

‘’you have quite the attitude darling, you seem to be desperately wanting to.. cool down.’’ He said with a low voice and you could practically see his smirk through the dark as your purse slid off your shoulder and down your arm to the ground where you were fine leaving it behind. You might need all the speed you could get as you continued backward as he pressed on.

‘’Loki this isn’t funny.. what’s going on?’’

‘’nothing indeed is funny darling, everything is entirely serious. I seem to be in need of a.. lady friend and they seem to be low in stock- no thanks to the connections of my brother and my broken phone.’’ He sighed, almost as if he had no choice in the matter as his eyes began roaming over you once more.

With shaky hands, you reach onto your pocket and extend your hand with your phone in it, your shaking subtly making itself know as well as your voice ‘’if you wish to borrow my phone then-‘’

‘’you are terrible at hiding your thoughts darling. Upon entering the building I could already feel irritation radiating off of you. Granted my brother is which the ear full, but the disappointment upon realizing I wasn’t speaking to you when I stepped aside to speak with Thor’s lady mortal was practically dripping off your mood. Tell me, do you find me that attractive, I, a frost giant and one that could merely crush you in a mere attempt of such an act, that you are publicly displaying your disappointed emotions for lack of attention?’’ he almost seemed to mock, toying with you as your steps halted when your back found the food prepping table.

‘’I wasn’t- I wasn’t aware that you could see me..’’ you said quietly, your eyes turning to avoid him and screaming at your brain to try to find a way out of this entire situation.

His pace stopped in front of you with a chuckle, the cold temperature off of him being felt once more as you shivered. ‘’so you do find me attractive?’’

Your fists clenched as they gripped the edge of the table behind you and you glared up at him. ‘’you are attractive Loki- and I can express any facial emotions as I please. Yes, I was disappointed that you weren’t speaking to me but I wasn’t entirely surprised and life moves on. How my day has been is none of your concern, happy? Now step aside so I can just go home-‘’ you snap, frustration and embarrassment radiating off of you as you make a move to walk around him but he merely cages you in by placing his hands against the table along side of you.

His expression his dangerous, looking over your facial features as if he was determining where to stab first but deep in his eyes you could almost see.. amusement. Was he taking you seriously? True you probably pissed him off, but people make faces over situations every day and they don’t call each other out. So what. The. Hell.

You leaned back though when he leaned forward, hunching down as his expression softened the closer he got to you and it made you close your eyes. Was he going to hurt you? Did you piss him off that much where he would consider crushing you- his deep inhale could be heard and it made you open your eyes with a raised brow, looking up at him with confusion as contentment filled his features as he looked back down at you softly.

‘’such an independent spirit, especially to a being much more powerful than you. Its one of the things that makes me amused with your kind and still makes me want to ravage you through and through like a stallion in heat..’’

There was no way in the nine realms that you heard him right as you looked up at him with growing fear. ‘’w-what-‘’

‘’you find yourself not worthy of love but darling I’ve shared that feeling for a very long time. broken beings recognize broken beings. That’s why I recognized your smile, people who are lonely and have suffered have the purest ones. Which is why we are compatible, and thus I will let you go only after I’ve given you what you want.’’

Your fingers gripped the edge of the table behind you as you looked at him as if he were crazy but you knew he was dead serious. He almost spoke like he was reading right through you despite just meeting not to long ago. Could one really pick up on things by a mere look or smile? What did he want out of this?

‘’..and what is that?’’

Loki smirked as his eyes wandered over your features in amusement and admiration. Keeping his hands resting beside you in your cage, he straightened a little so his body stood closer and that his height was accommodated where he could look down at you. You were reminded just how tall Frost Giants could be and right then you felt like you had just shrunk as you bit your lip and held still.

‘’you wish for relief, for at least a moment of pleasure through your miserable feeling and day you’ve been having. I could help you forget, even if it is but a mere moment..’’ his voice lowered to a whisper as you looked up at him, almost as if his voice alone was making your body calm and your eyes fluttering to try to hold attention.

‘’how?..’’ you asked with hesitation.

His eyes slowly dropped down to between your legs with a smirk tugging at his lips, his eyes slowly dragging back up to your own and your legs squeezed together as your breath hitched.

‘’wha- that’s impossible- you won’t-‘’ your stutter got cut off by his chuckle as he merely shook his head with a gentle look.

‘’I am quite aware of that darling and don’t intend on breaking you love, but there are other methods to make our goals possible..’’

Your lips parted, wondering why a no didn’t come out of them as you felt the redness creep up in your cheeks and you glanced away from him. ‘’..and what.. do you get out of this exactly?..’’

There was that famous smirk. ‘’a bit of pleasure myself. A woman’s pleasure is my pleasure..’’

You looked at him and felt your body shaking with reddened cheeks as your eyes moved back to look at him. if you wanted to say no, you already would have and you knew Loki knew that. You felt large hands slowly rest against your hips and slide down to your ass and as your breath hitched, you were lifted and set down before you back laid against the table.

Your legs were the only things hanging off with Loki right in between them as your hands gripped the edges at your sides and your lips parted as Loki’s hands then traveled up to find the top of your jeans, your shoes already having slipped off the moment he had picked you up. ‘’I-I..’’

‘’oh darling, such a strong spirit you have but there’s part of you that wants this.. part of you yearns to summit to me, to give in.. and that is the part i intend to find tonight.'' He purred and with one yank, your jeans came off and behind him in history.

‘’oh quite the lacey pair darling, it was almost as if you were begging for this moment to happen..’’ he cooed as he kissed your inner thighs, your breath hitching at his temperature and felt him smile against your skin as he glided his hands back up your thighs to grip your panties next.

‘’I d-didn’t know you were going to even be here-‘’

‘’then perhaps you are having a lucky day, in more ways than one..’’ he teased as you shyly looked at him by resting against your elbows and he removed your panties.

The look his eyes gave as they flicked up at you and the grin that spread over his lips was enough to make you absolutely faint as he gave each of your thighs a kiss before draping each over his shoulders. ‘’your deliciously beautiful darling, I’m surprised I didn’t find your name on the menu’’ he teased, your lips parting to speak before his own found your cunt, cutting your words short if you would have found any.

His tongue ran flat up and down your cunt, our fingers tightening against the edge of the table as his temperature ran cold but not enough to give you frost bite. Your warmth and his cold gave the perfect combination as he sucked at your clit, humming against your pussy and sending vibrations practically to your core as your back arched on the table.

Your lips fell open and your eyes fluttered closed as he took turns sucking and his tongue flicking against your clit. His hands squeezed your ass and ran against your thighs to run his nails gently against your skin as he lapped you, moans leaving your mouth as all alarms fell silent from your brain on the situation at hand. All your body wanted now was release and pleasure by falling off that glorious edge he was pushing you towards.

His tongue ran down, tongue fucking you deep and slow before he would switch and run up again to caress your clit, your body shivering now as your heart rate picked up. Your hands flew down, gripping the horns on his helmet as you moaned, feeling him flash a smirk against your cunt as the pleasure and pressure began to build between your thighs. Your pussy was weeping, practically begging him to keep going as he slowed and quickened his pace, teasing you by keeping you right where he wanted at that glorious edge but not enough to push you off as you began to pant.

‘’p-please.. please Loki.. gods don’t stop..’’ you breathed out and he began kissing at your clit with his eyes moving up to lock eyes on you.

‘’it’s glorious darling, how easy I can prolong what you crave, keep you here as long as you wish until you finally get what you want. Do you want to cum darling? Do you want the orgasm you body begs for or shall I keep you here all to myself, keeping you hostage at that beautiful point in which you crave to fall from..’’

‘’gods please Loki! Please I beg you.. let me cum! Please my god..’’ you pant in desperate moans as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue before he smirks.

‘’good girl, now cum for your god..’’ he growls before his head dips back down to lap at your cunt at a fast pace, giving you just what you needed as your orgasm came hard, practically making you scream his name as you squeezed your thighs, his hands keeping them parted as he continued his tongue caresses.

Your body shook as it hit you in waves, a hand gripping the table edge while the other flew to grip one of his horns as you panted and your vision danced. God he was good.. to good and he made well on his promise as your mood had lifted as well as the look in your eyes as he lifted his head slowly once you were down from your high to look into them.

‘’that’s the look you should always have darling, content and absolutely fucked out’’ he smirked as he leaned over the table now and rest each of his hands beside your shoulders, caging you under him as he drank in the sight of you. Your eyes gazed up at him, regaining yourself as you tried to process exactly what had just happened, especially when that wide, hungry grin returned back on his lips.

Loki never felt truly loved until he met you. You knew him, witnessed his destruction, and still decided to give him a chance. He never knew that he could feel like this. Especially when you decided to take him to a remote cabin in the mountains, just the two of you. Just as friends. 

God he hated that you just saw him as a friend. He means that friends don’t just share their darkest secrets, they don’t occasionally flirt, and they don’t get drunk and make out- but that was just a drunken mistake, right?

The snow fell outside the cabin the two of you shared a glass of wine you stole from Tony’s collection. He watched as you giggled at the silly card game the two of you were playing. 

“OH! This is a good one” you looked up at Loki from across the couch.

“Oh?”

“Yeah… is there one physical trait you haven’t shown anyone?” Loki was taken aback by the question. Were the two of you close enough for him to show you his true self? The two of you did make out a lot, flirt, but emotionally? Were you more than friends? Could he truly trust you? Fuck it.

“I believe there is one thing…” Your eyes lit up with excitement at this revatation. “Before I show you, I need to know I can trust you.” His eyes scanned your face, praying to whoever would listen that you would say the words that he needed to hear. 

“Of course you can trust me Loki.”

“No that’s not what I mean. I need you to be honest with me…”

“What are you asking me?” Your heart was pounding in your chest. 

“Are you in love with me the way I am in love with you” Silence filled the air. Loki turned his back and sighed in defeat . It was so stupid of him to think you’d be in love with him. You two weren’t more than friends who kiss. He felt his arm be pulled by you, causing him to turn  to face you. 

“I…I’m in love with you Loki” He leaned down and captured your lips with his own. The kiss was passionate and full of the mixed emotions the two of you felt towards each other. The kiss grew more heated and the two of you moved back onto the couch. He pulled away from you, straddling your hips and effectively trapping you. 

“Once I show you this. you have to be mine. remain mine.” You only nodded your head and watched in amazement as he transformed before you. His once pale skin turned a beautiful shade of blue. It was icy and cool. His eyes turned a shade of deep, blood red. His height greatly increased as well. Your eyes scanned his body, absorbing all of the new side of loki. 

“Well?” He asked nervously. Your jaw dropped slightly and he slowly felt himself getting amused by your reaction. “You never seen this before?”

“Obviously not. Just… let me” Your hands dragged up and down his body, getting used to all the new bumps and scars that littered his body. His skin was impossibly cold and only turned you on more. Your hands trailed down his abs and hovered over his cock. You looked up at him and searched his face for any signs of regret. 

His eyes only encouraged you further and his hands guided your own to touch him. In his frost giant form, Loki was impossibly bigger than any man you have ever been with before. His cock had barely fit in your hand and as you continued to pump him up and down, you found him to only get harder and harder. He moved to undo his pants and free his cock from his boxers. You watched as his cock sprung free and nearly hit your cheek. 

“Loki,” you looked up at him, his blue skin and red eyes intimidated you, but also made you feel a new kind of excitement. “Once we start, I don’t wanna stop”

“Then what are you waiting for?” He said, gripping your hair. You licked a long stripe up his cock from the base of it to the tip. He involuntarily shuddered and pulled your hair tighter as you moved your mouth to take in his tip. Even that felt like it was a lot. You gently started to bob your head up and down his length, trying to find a satisfactory pace. Loki had other plans, deciding that  he needed more. Your eyes rolled back and tears streamed down your eyes as Loki fucked your mouth, losing himself slightly. 

Looking down he realized only about a third of his dick could fit in your mouth before activating your gag reflex. He reveled in the fact that his size was making you react like this. You moaned and gagged on his cock, making him groan at the vibrations. His grip tightened on your hair. 

“You can’t even take all of me in your mouth and yet you're whoring yourself for me.” You only could moan in response, trying to swirl your tongue around what was in your mouth and jacking off the rest. You could feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm. 

When he was on the brink, he pulled out of you, leaving you confused. 

“I’m gonna cum in that pretty little cunt if yours.” He muttered to you, as he moved you to your hands and knees. 

“Loki you didn’t-“

“I’ll be gentle” He said as he started to push into your cunt. Your breath grew labored and you started to feel the painful stretch as Loki started to fill you as much as he could. You looked up past the couch and straight into the mirror that leaned against the wall. You could only moan at the sight of his 7 foot body pressing into your much smaller frame. He was like a giant trying to fit into a regular sized door. 

He was anything but gentle. He barely gave you time to adjust to his size before he started pounding into you. The sheer. size of him had you feeling his cock up and into your stomach. He was rough with you, making you believe he was chasing his own pleasure. It didn’t matter when his dick rubbed and filled every inch of your cunt. You were shaking and moaning under him, feeling as though your arms were gonna give out any second.

“Look at you. You barely can fit my cock and here you are already about to cum.” He started to pound into you harder than before, making your legs shake. 

“Please- please let me. I need to-“ Loki hushed you. 

“Cum for me” You felt your pussy clench at his command and a wave of pleasure wash over him. Loki thrusted harder and got sloppier until he finally came inside you. He stilled inside you and panted. Slowly he disconnected himself from you and watched as his cum spilled out onto the couch. 

“Are you okay?” Slowly, you turned to face him, a fucked out expression washing over you.  

“We should’ve fucked sooner”

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You struggle against them, but it’s no use. The man you shouldn’t have trusted leads the pack as they carry you across the vacant land. When you reach their destination, you’re thrown to the ground in front of a man sitting on a makeshift throne. He’s wearing a suit with a tear near the shoulder, horns on his head, his dark hair frames his face so beautifully. You notice a button on his suit jacket that says “Loki for President”.

You wonder what his story was before he got pruned. He looks at you with a sinister smile. Rising to his feet, he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck lifting your face to meet his gaze. “Oh, I like her.”

With the clap of his hands, another woman is brought out. “Give her to Alioth, I’ve grown tired of her.” Your new captor continues, “Bring this one to her new room.” You’re lifted to your feet and brought to a tiny room. A bed and a cage are the only furnishings in the room.

You sit on the bed waiting for the man who now controls your fate to give you instructions. He keeps you waiting for what feels like hours, but it could be mere minutes. Time seems to move differently in the Void. He enters the small room, strutting over to you.

“I am President Loki. You belong to me now. What happens next is entirely up to you. If you sign this paper-“ A flash of green shines in his hand as a sheet of paper and a pen appear. “And you’re a good little pet, I will care for you. You will be fed, safe, and rest assured, I take care of what is mine. Any jewelry, clothes, sweets, any frivolous thing your heart desires. If my men find it out there, it will be yours. If you disobey me, you will be punished.”

He gestures to the cage. He hands you the paper. You take your time reading it carefully. Basically it says if you please him sexually, you will be safe, more importantly alive. “Apparently, you run this place. What’s with all the paperwork? You could just have your way with all the women who turn up here.” He thinks about your question for a second before answering.

“Consent is still important, even here darling. You make the choice. You can agree or be Alioth’s next meal. I need you to satisfy my needs. You need me to stay alive. We could have a mutually beneficial relationship here.”

He smiles and you see the politician in him. How he used his charisma to climb social ladders in his own timeline. You take a moment to study his face. He is the most handsome man you have ever seen. You weigh your options. It could be a lot worse. He could be hideous. This will ensure you’re alive for a little longer. You sigh, “Give me the pen.” You reach toward him as a wolfish grin appears on his face.

You hear the thud of his boots on the floor outside your door. This is the second time he’s come in to bed you. He was rough, leaving bruises scattered all over your body. You were still sore from last night, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

You want to be the best he’s ever had. That way, he won’t get bored of you so easily. You quickly strip your clothes, laying on the bed spread for him like a feast. He spots you immediately, nodding his approval.

“My perfect little slut, this is how I expect to be greeted from now on, understand?” “Yes, sir.” He removes his belt from his pants, slowly pulling it from each loop. You place your hands in front of you, ready to be tied up. He did the same thing yesterday.

He fastens the belt around your wrists tightly. You watch as he undresses. He gets on the bed, presenting his fingers to you. “Suck.” You take them between your lips sucking and licking them. When he’s satisfied, he pulls them out rubbing your clit with his saliva covered fingers.

“So wet for me.” He observes. “Yes sir, only for you.” He drags his cock against your lips, and you open for him. “Let me use your pretty mouth, pet.” You take him in slowly, your wet tongue traveling his thick length.

You moan around him as his fingers explore you. He grabs your head, making you take him all the way to the back of your throat. Your nose hits his pelvis, drool drips down your chin. He watches as you struggle to take him. You choke when he thrusts forcefully.

You let your jaw go slack, letting him fuck your face. You whine when he removes his fingers from you. “You look so beautiful choking on my cock.” He tells you, his thumb caressing your full cheek. You feel his cock pulsing on your tongue. You know he’s close. You suck your cheeks in and he empties in your mouth.

You swallow most of it, leaving some in your mouth. You stick your tongue out, showing him the release you saved before swallowing. “Thank you for cumming in my mouth, sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He praises. “Good girls get rewarded.” He pushes you against the mattress, raising your belt restrained hands above your head. He licks a stripe up your neck, rough fingers pinching your nipples. He bites down on your shoulder, you cry out reaching for him.

He slings your arms back up with force. He spreads your legs, settling between them. You gasp as he buries his face between your thighs. He tugs on your clit, you writhe underneath him, bucking your hips up into his face.

President Loki’s large arm lays against your stomach, holding you down. He dines on you like you’re the first decent meal he’s had in ages. Considering where you are, it’s probably true. His tongue lashes against you, he’s not gentle. It’s almost like he’s punishing you with the skilled muscle.

You feel your orgasm building. You look down at the beautiful man between your legs, wishing you could hold onto his horns for support. The band low in your belly snaps and you fall apart, shouting his name. He bites your inner thigh as he removes his face from your center. You shutter with anticipation as he parts your legs slowly.

He plunges inside you, bottoming out immediately. “It’s too much.” You tell him, feeling way too full. You’re still sore from last night. “You can take it.” He confirms by pulling out and thrusting back in harder this time. He lifts your leg to his broad shoulder, this new angle making him drag deliciously against the special spot inside you.

“Tell me you love taking my big cock.” He commands. You moan as he looks over your bruised covered body, appreciating his handiwork from the night before. “I love your big cock, sir. It’s all I can think about.” You stroke his ego as he sets a brutal pace. “Good fucking girl.” He growls.

“I want to see this pretty pussy dripping with my cum.” He reaches between you, pinching your sensitive clit. “Please cum inside me. I need you to fill me up, sir.” You beg him. His thrusts grow sloppy, then he spills inside you releasing with a grunt. He pulls out quickly, rough hands spreading you apart.

He collects the cum dripping out of you with his long fingers, pushing it back into you. “You were so good for me.” He coos. “Don’t clean up yet. I’ll be back to do it later.” A hot plate of food and mouth watering desserts appear with a green flourish. “Don’t tell the others I can do that.” He winks at you, magically putting his clothes back on before leaving.

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and loki can practically feel your terror, when you try so desperately to move, unable to even get your toes to twitch.

it doesn't help that you can't see anything because there’s hair in your face, and that you can practically hear whoever’s in your room coming closer and closer-

“relax, darling."

he’s standing right next to you now.

“i’m not going to hurt you. i just want to-"

loki flinches when he hears the thoughts running through your head. i’m going to die. he’s going to kill me. i’m going to die. why can’t i move-

he can feel your confusion as he flicks his wrist, simply conjuring up a pillow from a flurry of green light.

he repeats himself slowly. “i’m not going to hurt you. just let me lift your head for a moment, please?”

loki lifts your head up with one arm and slides the pillow under your head, slowly letting you rest against it.

it's soft.

what’s happening-

“ssh.”

he brushes the hair away from your face, chuckling when he hears your breath quicken and feels your face heat up as you see him for the first time.

“brave girl,” he smirks. “i told you i wouldn’t hurt you, right?”

the fearful thoughts have subsided, he notes. but you’re still asking a lot of questions in your pretty head. who are you? how did you get here?

“the name’s loki, little dreamer,” he drawls, “and on how i got in here, well, i would explain it in full detail but i wouldn’t want to bore you with all those ancient spells and magic.”

magic? what are you-

sleep paralysis demon!loki who also happens to be an incubus who also happens to find you very enticing.

he crawls over your unmoving figure. with his hands on your hips he turns you on your back as if you’re nothing but some weightless feather for him to bend to his will.

“you’re adorable, little angel.” he tugs on your shorts, pulling them off and spreading your soft thighs.

“now, tell me what you were dreaming about, darling?”

he snaps his fingers, and watches as you realize that you can talk again— though you still can’t move.

“what i was… dreaming about? i don’t-”

“awh,” he mocks your airy voice. “don’t play dumb, princess. you’re extremely cute when you’re flustered, but i’d appreciate it if you be more honest with me…”

he pulls off your underwear, grinning when he sees that you’re already slick with your juices, just so needy for something— no, someone to stuff your pretty hole.

“see? even your body knows it yearns for me, it craves for me.”

the way your face scrunches up in embarrassment is downright the most amusing sight he’s been graced with. you’re just so sweet, so lovely, so fuckable.

loki thanks the stars for giving him the power to render you motionless. he gets to see your pretty expressions without your hand covering your mouth because that’s what he knows you want to do right now as he toys with your dripping folds.

“what’s the matter, pretty angel?” he cocks his head to the side. “you’re breathing very fast, love.”

“loki…?”

“yes?”

“wh-what are you doing..?”

“oh, i think you know all the things i want to do to your body. after all, you’ve dreamt of me for the past few nights. isn’t that right, little dreamer?”

your eyes widen.

“oh, yes,” he drawls, tracing your wet little hole with two of his fingers. “i’m well aware of every dirty thing going on in that pretty head of yours. i’m the one always making sure you're getting a good night's sleep~”

his fingers slip in, and you let out a mewl of surprise. loki relishes in the way your wet cunt clenches down on him, very, very soaked in arousal to the point that it’s dripping down his fingers.

“are you the one… giving me these dreams?”

loki looks up, grinning. “such a smart girl~”

“why?”

“why?” he repeats, pretending to think as you stare at him dumbly.

“oh, because i want you to enjoy every single moment that i’m fucking you.”

at that, he starts curling his fingers inside you, and poor little you can’t comprehend it, shakily whimpering and gasping because it’s just that good, isn’t it?

loki can feel you struggling to fight his magic, but there’s only so much a weak little human like you can do to resist sinking under his spell. just a curl of his fingers in the right spot will make you go crazy, and when he finds it you’ll finally succumb to him, let him ravish you all he wants until you can’t remember anything besides his name and how he makes you feel.

“pretty thing,” loki leans in to brush his lips against your ear. “such cute noises coming out of you~”

with a swift plunge of his fingers into your hole, your whine increase in pitch and tears fill your eyes. and he knows you’re about to come real soon.

“you’re such a lucky little thing, you’ve got an incubus like me wrapped around your pretty finger, hmm? you could ask anything from me and i’ll give it to you~” he teases, kissing you all over. “i might just stay here and make you feel good every single night~”

with a breathless sob, your walls clench down on his fingers and your thighs twitch with the intensity of your orgasm. loki draws out more juices from your little hole, chuckling as your eyes glaze over and your body falls limp.

you remember loki pulling you into his arms. you remember the gentle pecks of his lips against yours. you remember the paralysis spell wearing off, and you remember the little smirk on his lips when he realized you still didn’t wanna move.

so he's going to make sure you won't leave your bed for the rest of the week, by force, by ropes, by magic, or by simply just pounding your poor cunt until all you can do is cry from how good it feels.

He smirked as you turned with a splash, instinctually covering your breasts before breaking into a smile. “Husband,” you giggled in greeting. It was the first time you had said it.

The word made him shiver, despite the heat thumping between his legs.

Loki enjoyed the slow crawl of your eyes up his body. You took in every inch of his long legs with the unrestrained hunger of a horny stable-hand, thumbs beginning to subconsciously massage your nipples. There was a flicker of pink as your tongue flashed over your lips, gaze lingering on his cock heavy set between tensed thighs. All yours, my love.

The water was perfectly warm. Hot – but not overly so. Carefully controlled thermal springs which ran into the palace saw to that. With each step into the stilling pool he took, you took a step back.

Even now wed, still ever the tease. Loki’s lips stretched in a mischievous smile, matching your own.

Heat kissed his knees, then his thighs, then his hips– dipping backwards to wet his hair in the perfumed baths. He could feel the weight sink into the tight weaves of his ceremonial braids, wound from his temples, the ends sinking down between floating strands of black. He rose up, rivulets running from his temples down to the nook of his collarbone. The Prince let out a small groan as you reclined on the steps by the side of the pool, only the curve of your mounds visible above gently lapping water. Beautiful.

You bit your lip, resting your elbows on the side. Waiting.

“I might even apologise for interrupting but I believe that would not be the most auspicious start to our marriage,” he coyed, before stopping directly in front of you.

He could feel the cool of your breath against his skin, wafting in teasing waves over the fat tip of his cock protruding from the water. “There will be plenty of time for lies, I'm sure,” you replied with a knowing smile, neck craning up.

Loki shivered again as your lips melded against his stomach, thumbs pressing into his obliques while your fingers curled around his trunk. He could feel droplets roll between his shoulder-blades as his neck tilted back. The feeling of your fingers wrapping around his base of his cock, the gentle suck of your mouth on the thick, swollen head threatening to make his knees buckle. How long he had waited for this. How long you had both waited for this.

“Stop,” he gasped, just as you primed to swallow him whole. Loki would never forget the way your eyes shone with innocent confusion. He looked forward to seeing that moment reflected in your beautiful gaze many times in the coming years. The god bent down, capturing your lips with a messy kiss while he slid beside you on the stone seat concealed beneath the surface.

“Do you know," he began, pausing to brush a thumb over your lips, "that the royal men of Asgard are forbidden from pleasuring their wives with their mouths?” His eyes searching yours, nerves fluttering in his belly. “I have heard it said,” you hummed, curling a thick ebony strand of Loki’s wet hair around your finger. “But it never made sense to me.”

Loki chuckled, leaning forwards to suck gently against your neck.

His tongue would never sate from the taste of your skin. Never. He let out a rasping moan in your ear, one of his hands sliding between your open thighs beneath the water.

The tips of his fingers grazed the plump folds he found, the arch of your back against the terracotta making his shaft twitch against his stomach. “You see, if my tongue is buried between your thighs, wife, it is not my cock.”

“Heirs?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“Heirs.” Loki smirked. You rolled your eyes playfully as his finger trailed lazily down your inner thigh, dragging softly over your knee.

“The most beautiful sounds a woman can make are thus,” he postured casually, leaning one elbow on the side with a fist beneath his temple. Your palms slid teasingly over his stomach, inching further with each time-wasting word. “Firstly, the primal grunt as her blade pierces the flesh of her enemy. And second...”

Loki paused to follow the descent of a particularly fliratatious droplet down the curve of your neck with one long finger, “the shameless groan in her throat as she cums into the mouth of her lover.”

“Is that so?” you said, sliding your hands up over his shoulders. Oil swirling within the heat of the baths made them soft and slick, the lady’s delicate grip against ropes of ferocious muscle making him weaken. Loki felt his brows slant. “You do not believe me?” he murmured incredulously.

The laugh that chimed from your throat made his heart swell.

“My Lord, I am innocent of such things as you well know,” you said, a sarcastic smirk tugging your lips. Loki tutted, playing the game. “I have fought beside you many times, wife. I know that you keep the highest count of men slain by a woman’s hand.”

You nodded thoughtfully, before your head tilted to the side. “I meant the other thing,” you whispered, pressing your lips together. Loki cupped your cheeks as your stare focused on the narrow valley of lapping water between your bodies. He frowned. "Truly?" You nodded. He could feel your cheeks warm beneath his touch. How can it be that a man has never pleasured her so, he thought.

“Then let me show you how black of a steed I truly am in this family of mine,” he heard himself mutter, seeing your chest begin to heave with quickening breaths. “Of all our inane traditions, that is by far the most loathsome.”

The nervous laugh that escaped you bounced to every vault in the high ceilings, sinking through the cross-breeze from the open arches.

“More so than the Ceremony of the Sacred Seed?” you giggled, biting your lip again. Loki nodded, a smile curling one side of his mouth. “The Ceremony is a farce, but this…?” his hands found the curve of your waist beneath the water, lifting you effortlessly to the final step before the bath’s edge. “The waste of my wife’s pleasure from my talents would be unforgivable.”

Water lapped gently at your hipbones while Loki carefully placed your calves over his shoulders. He turned his cheek, placing three kisses gently on wet skin. “Besides, was it not the Ceremony which set our path in motion?” he murmured, before grazing his teeth over your ankle. Your hips bucked upwards, a splash. “At least we may be thankful for that.”

Loki watched in awe as your body leant back against the smooth terracotta ledge, the clear bathwater making rivers and brooks through the creases of your hips. The way your curves stretched and moulded to the stone, fat streaks of water languishing down your supple, oiled skin.

He spread his knees against the bottom step, sinking down. His stomach flipped as your breath hitched, desire roaring behind a demure moan. Your glistening pussy was being lapped by the sway of water, swollen lips revealed and hidden with the graceful tide. Loki hoisted your thighs, positioning you perfectly.

“You know, technically, this is treason against the crown,” he purred teasingly, working sucking kisses up the soft flesh of your inner thigh. He felt them tremble around his neck.

“Husband, please,” you gasped, letting your head drop back. The wet of your hair slopped against the warm stone floor. Loki smirked against your skin, feeling a long breath leave your lungs as his palms lightly gripped your waist. “Very well, Princess-” he smiled.

Loki let his eyes drink in the sight for as long as physics would allow before his lips formed a soft latch to your centre. He stilled, letting you buck into his mouth with a shudder. The warmth of the bathwater lapped at his jaw, liquid silk mingling his tongue with your sex. And like a tame beast, he began a flat ascent up your slit.

The subsequent rattling, gasping cry from your body would never leave him. Surprise, relief, pleasure, freedom – it was all contained in that wordless pitch wavering amongst the bathhouse steam.

He let his tongue curve the softness of your womanhood, hands roaming further up your waist. The curvaceous weight of your breasts cupped in his hands made his cock ache. A vision of sinking himself inside you flashed through his mind, rolling and wrapping in once-pristine matrimonial bedsheets. With every rock of your hips, that delicate pussy crept further from the surface before retreating; never fully submerged but always caressed by the touch of water.

Loki felt your hands slide over his temples, fingers that did not know what to do with themselves playing at his intricate ceremonial braids.

It was tradition for the bride to undo the braiding on the wedding night while her husband rested, utterly spent of course. Of course, Loki thought; as the flat of his tongue pressed against your clit. Your back arched from his palms, an ambrosial moan of his name ringing around the cloisters. But there is time enough for that.

He was vaguely aware of the rumbles of wet enthusiasm bubbling from deep in his throat, the taste of jasmine mingling with the sweet nectar leaking from your entrance. All of it. He wanted all of it. All of her.

Your fingers had knitted into the thick of his braids, pulling his face gently between your thighs. Deeper. Loki smiled against your cunt. He rocked you back, sitting up further on his knees. The god took a breath, pausing to observe the once-forbidden glory of your pussy displayed beneath his loving command.

“How are you mine?” he hummed over your pleasure-drunk form, water dripping from his chin. You melted into his open mouth as he delved down again. His worship was rhythmic, each wax and wane of his talented tongue ringing new wells of praise from your lips. Your hands slid down his glistening biceps, feeling every solid curve and vein on their descent.

He could feel the growing frequency of twitching in your calves, the tense of your thighs as you clung on to the wave of pleasure building in your gut. Gasping, you patted his forearm; but Loki shook his head against your sticky heat.

His eyes rose, seeing your brow furrowed in panicked anticipation. The Prince ran his palms up your thighs from where he knelt, never ceasing his gentle laps against your slit. Relax, my love, it said. I have you.

And with a choked cry of his name, Loki felt a warm well of sweetness against his tongue.

Water splashed against his cheeks as your hips shuddered, your tightened thighs pressing him closer. He slurped, kissing your sex as he would your mouth; massaging the sparks of ecstasy sizzling on every nerve for as long as they could last.

You had dug your fingertips deep into his triceps, riding out your pleasure. As she should, he thought; moaning against your cum-soaked sex. He hoped your enthusiasm would leave bruises. However fleeting.

“My Lord…” he heard you gasp through broken breaths. Loki took a moment to hover before lowering your legs, sinking your hips below the comforting glaze of water. Tendrils of his onyx hair spread on the ripples as you slid down the step to meet his lips with yours.

“My Lady,” he heard himself slur; drunk on the taste of your cum and the tone of your voice, “shall we to bed?”

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him close. Fingertips played over the wet knotting of his braids, a loving smile tugging at your mouth. “Heirs?” you said, biting your lip.

“Heirs,” he smouldered.

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Loki was of Jotun blood; a Frost Giant. And with that heritage came certain Jotun traits, some more easily embraced than others. One such trait that your husband found more loathsome than the rest was the Jotun mating cycle.

Each year since his body matured, around the time of the Spring Equinox, Loki would find himself at the mercy of his primal instincts. Unable to control his animalistic urges to mate, he’d lock himself in his chambers until it would pass.

That is, until you had something to say about it.

When you learned of the agony he endured — both physically and emotionally — locked in his chambers for anywhere from one week to one month until his heat cycle passed, you couldn’t bear it. You had to do something to help, if you could.

You remembered the conversation you’d had with him well. It was shortly after your wedding…

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“Loki, isn’t there anything that would make it easier to endure? Or at least make it come to an end more quickly? I can’t imagine a week of that, let alone a month.”

“Unfortunately, no, darling. There isn’t really anything that can be safely done to help it. The healers can give me an elixir that will suppress it, but I can’t take it every year, or it would lose its effectiveness. And besides, a heat the year after a suppressed heat is always more intense and agonizing.”

Your eyebrow cocked, looking at him with curiosity. “You sound like you’re speaking from experience…?”

He took a deep breath before answering, “Yes, I’ve taken suppressants occasionally in the past. The temptation of a year of reprieve was too great for me to resist at times. But I always found that the following year’s heat was far worse than what is typical. More desperation, more madness, more… pain.”

Your heart broke for him in that moment.

“Why does it last so long, Loki?”

He gave a mirthless chuckle. “It lasts as long as it takes for one of two things to happen. Either it quite literally burns its way out of my system, like a fever that takes weeks to break. Or…”

His voice trailed off, and he looked off into the distance, as if he was searching for his thought amongst the forests and rolling hills.

“Or…?” You gently encouraged him to continue.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh and quietly admitted, “Or… I mate. Breed. Fuck.”

Something about the way he enunciated the hard ‘k’, his Adam’s apple bobbing sinfully as the sound clicked in his throat, had your core throbbing with need and a wave of hot arousal unfolding over your body.

You blinked a few times as you contemplated what he said. “Well that seems easy enough,” you replied cooly, as if you were discussing the weather.

“What…?” He looked at you, perplexed.

“If having a good fuck will bring your agony to an end, then that seems like an easy solution to me. I can help you with that —”

“NO!” His rich baritone voice boomed as it cut you off, dripping with authority, anger, and — was that fear? “You don’t understand, my love. I am not myself when this happens. I lose myself, I lose control. I no longer am capable of keeping up the Asgardian façade; my Jotun form takes over and I am overcome with the primal desire to mate. I lose all regard for decency, I become… a monster. I am a monster.”

“Loki…” you reached a hand up to caress the side of his stupidly beautiful face, running your thumb soothingly along his sharp cheekbone and slotting your palm against his chiseled jaw, which was tightly clenched. A sign of his distress. “I love you, Loki. Let me help you through this.”

“I love you too, darling. More than my life itself. Which is exactly why I can’t let you do this.” He wrapped his large hand around the back of yours and turned his head to the side to tenderly kiss your palm. “It isn’t safe. I could hurt you. Badly.”

“I trust you, Loki. I trust you with my life, no matter what physical form you assume.” The next words you uttered came to you as easily as breathing, “I want to do this. Please. Use me. Use my body to sate your desires and end your own suffering.”

His emerald eyes widened at your words, most likely shocked at how brazen and self-assured they were. But swirling behind the shock was something else. Reverence. Trepidation. And lust.

He slowly swallowed, gathering himself together and collecting his thoughts after you scrambled them with your salacious plea.

“Alright then, darling.” He cautiously relented, his eyes boring into yours, searching for any sign that you were having second thoughts or hints of doubt. “Come springtime, when my next heat cycle is upon me, I’ll let you help me. I’ll let you be the balm that soothes my burning, searing ache.”

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And now, spring was upon you. And any day now, it would be time to make good on your promise to him. For better or worse. You suddenly had a renewed appreciation for the words you spoke in your wedding vows to him, just 8 months ago.

Loki has been warning you for the past few days that his heat is imminent, and could take over at any time. He could feel it; all the warning signs were there. The restlessness. The irritability. The discomfort. Crawling under his skin like an itch he can't scratch. Until it makes him snap.

Each and every time, he asked if you were still sure. He reminded you that you could change your mind, that he didn't expect you to do this. That he'd never expect you to do this. It was entirely your choice.

And each and every time, you stood firm in your decision. You wanted to help him. You would do this.

The sun was beginning to set on your evening stroll, so you altered your route so that it would lead you back towards the private chambers that you shared with Loki. As you approached the hallway which led to your shared door, you could feel a distinct, unseasonal chill in the air.

Was this it? Was tonight the night?

Once you reached the ornate wooden door, you noticed a thin blanket of frost coating the edges of it, as if, behind the door, was the force of winter itself, its icy chill seeping through the gaps between the door and the frame.

You reflected for a moment on the irony that all this frost and chill was the result of something called a heat, and you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself.

But then you remembered that not just fire, but ice, too, can burn.

A shiver rolled down your spine, and the cold seeping through the doorframe wasn't entirely to blame.

You took a moment to gather your courage, reminding yourself that this was Loki. Your husband. Your one true love.

You could do this.

You softly knocked, each tap of your knuckles against the cold wood sending a jolt of bravery through you.

"Loki... can I come in?"

"Pet..." The voice that answered you was familiar, but more... ragged. It was deeper, if that was even possible, and assumed a huskiness that made your usually gentle husband sound nothing short of feral.

It sent a surge of hot, wet arousal through you, which pooled between your thighs.

"I'm here, Loki..." you whispered like a prayer. "Let me help you."

"This is your last chance, pet," he warned. "You can still change your mind. But the moment you open the door, I'm afraid there will be no going back."

Good thing you had no plans of going back.

You opened the door and stepped into your chambers; after ensuring the door was closed and locked, you took a deep breath. This was it.

As you turned around, you came face to face with your husband.

Except he wasn't quite the Loki you knew. For one thing, he was taller. Much taller. At least 8 feet tall. You briefly wondered how you'd be able to take him in this form. His usually porcelain skin was replaced with a brilliant cerulean, and across every bit of blue that your hungry eyes could find, were ridges that swept across his skin in bold strokes and delicate lines, forming intricate patterns that you longed to trace with your fingers. As your eyes settled on his face, you found some familiarity there. You recognized the bone structure and the shape of his nose, the curve of his lips; the luscious raven locks that framed his angular face were unchanged. But in place of the emerald orbs that you knew and loved were two glistening rubies, staring at you with an intensity that could only be described as ferocious.

He was beautiful. Flawless. You saw no monster before you. Only your husband. Showing you a side of himself that he has kept hidden from you. Until now.

You broke the silence first, and simply muttered, "I love you, and I am here. Use me."

And that was all the permission he needed.

He closed the distance between you impossibly fast, like a predator stalking its prey, and wrapped an icy hand around your throat, squeezing firmly, the coldness stinging like pins and needles against your skin.

His lips met yours with an urgency that you hadn't experienced before; any hint of gentleness was gone and in its place a brutal clash of tongues and teeth as he claimed your mouth, a throaty growl slipping past his lips as he basked in the taste of you on his tongue.

Fear crept up your spine for the first time since you entered, and you brought your small hands up to claw at his wrist, a desperate attempt to let him know that you needed a break; you needed to breathe.

Something within him seemed to get the message, because he peeled his mouth away from yours and released your throat, repurposing his hand to wrap around your midsection and toss you unceremoniously onto the large bed in the center of the room.

You had to admit that part of you enjoyed the way he was manhandling you.

He wasted no time freeing himself from his garments and strode towards the bed, where he situated himself over you, caging in your small frame like a hungry animal about to enjoy the spoils of its hunt.

You gulped at the sight of his enormous cock, as it bobbed angrily against his stomach, covered in the same ridges that decorated the rest of his body, the tip weeping with the evidence of his primal desire. For you.

"These pretty silks have got to go," he rasped against your ear, his breath somehow both hot and cold.

He roughly grabbed the fine fabric and you winced as you heard him rip it to shreds as easily as if your dress was made of flower petals from the garden.

Within seconds, you were bare before him, and his ravenous gaze lazily roamed over your body, savoring every dip and every curve like the sight of you alone could sate him.

Even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

When he decided that his eyes had had their fill, he brought two fingers up to prod against your lips, his gaze meeting yours, daring you to defy him.

But you didn't dare.

You submissively parted your lips and wrapped your mouth around his fingers, astonished at how much your mouth had to stretch just to accommodate them. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as your tongue danced over his digits, preparing them for exploration of another warm, wet hole.

A gasp escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly pulled from your mouth and pushed inside your weeping cunt. They pumped and stretched you almost as much as his normal cock would, and you shuddered at the thought of what was to come.

The nerves melted away though, as his thumb found your clit and worked the sensitive nub in sweeping circles, pleasure taking over your senses and lulling you into a state of calm.

"Loki..." you whispered softly between your whimpers and pants.

He growled in response, withdrawing his fingers from your soaked pussy and wrapping his hand around your thigh, forcing your legs open as wide as they would go.

Before you had a chance to adjust to the new position, his huge cock was at your slick entrance and he thrust forward, forcing as much of himself inside you as he could, his girth stretching your walls and the tip pushing against your cervix. The sudden intrusion took your breath away, and the stinging pain you felt caused unshed tears to well in your eyes. The coldness of his skin only heightened the sensations, forcing your mouth open in a silent scream as he claimed you.

You loved him. You wanted this. You silently reminded yourself as a large blue hand found your throat once again and wrapped around tightly.

A feral moan left his lips as he began to rut into you roughly. Pushing himself in as far as your body would allow. Over and over. Chasing his own pleasure without regard for your own.

"So warm... So tight... You take me so well, pet." He grunted between thrusts. "You're mine."

You couldn't help the fresh pool of arousal that gushed between your legs in response to his words. Even as he wrecked your body and used it like a toy, you loved nothing more than being his.

His rhythm became sloppy and you knew he was close.

With a wild growl, he pulled out of you and violently flipped you over onto your stomach. You were thankful you were on the mattress and not on the floor in that moment.

His large hands dug into your hips, pulling them upwards and angling you so that he could sink himself once again into your tight cunt. You turned your head to the side, gasping for air between shameless moans as he pounded into you from behind like an animal.

It didn't take long for him to reach his peak; he let out a primal roar as he came, pumping you full of his seed. You felt it leaking out of you, dripping down your inner thighs as he continued to shallowly thrust into you while he rode out his high.

And that was the last thing you remembered before darkness blurred the edges of your vision and you succumbed to exhaustion, your body limp and spent.

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Later, when you came to, you wiggled your fingers and toes first and slowly worked your way to moving each limb, assessing the soreness. There was an undeniable ache, but nothing you couldn't manage. You sat up in the bed and looked around the room, searching for Loki. Your eyes settled upon his familiar Asgardian form, huddled on the chair in the corner, as if he was putting as much distance as possible between the two of you without leaving you alone. His eyes were red, but not because of his Jotun blood. Because he had been crying.

"Loki, what's wrong?!" you frantically asked.

When he realized you were awake, he rushed to your side. "What's wrong? Love, look at what I've done to you!" He gestured to your body, to the bruises on your inner thighs, your hips, your wrists, your neck. He pointed to the mess between your thighs, to the bit of blood that was on the sheets between your legs. "I'm a monster. A vile, disgusting creature. I should have never let you do this!"

He looked away from you, ashamed.

You reached for his hand, in an effort to reassure him. "Loki, I wanted this. I wanted to help you. I insisted." Your thumb stroked the back of his hand in soothing circles, willing him to believe that you were okay. "And look! It worked. Your heat lasted only a few hours instead of weeks!"

"But at what cost?" He muttered, without meeting your gaze.

"I am your wife. We are a team, in everything. I vowed to be there for you and to love you no matter what, for better or for worse. A few bruises and some soreness are a small price to pay once a year if it means my husband isn't in agony for weeks at a time."

He sheepishly met your gaze then, peering up at you from under his eyelashes.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered softly.

"Yes you do. Because you are the most amazing person I know," you smiled easily as you said it. "Now, I did say we are a team, so if you're done sulking, I do believe it is your turn to do your part. Don't you have some magic healing powers that could soothe some of my aches, or am I misremembering?"

Now it was his turn to smile at you. He got to work straight away, a blanket of green seidr engulfing your body and buzzing through you, soothing away the worst of your residual pain. Then he spent the day spoiling you, running you a hot bath with your favorite rose scented bath oil, pampering you with a massage, and waiting on you hand and foot.

"Darling?"

"Yes, Loki?"

A wolfish grin crept across his lips. "When you've had a day or two to recover, I intend to make last night up to you, tenfold. To drown you in so much pleasure that the only word you'll remember is my name as it falls from your lips like a mantra."

You met his grin with your own cheeky smile. "And I intend to hold you to that, Laufeyson."

His lips met yours, then, in a passionate kiss; one that conveyed all the love and adoration he held for you. Your lover. Your husband. Your everything.

Spring was definitely your favorite season.

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“My love…” you whispered against his moist, dirt soaked brow, as Loki panted heavily into the curve of your neck. He hummed drowsily in response, hips continuing a gentle thrust to the beat of the victory procession hundreds of feet below. The heat of your lovemaking had warmed the primal scent clinging to his scalp, its tendrils winding their way deeper into your senses. The first time he had returned from battle, it had disgusted you. For a moment, at least. But now, your body only wanted more. It meant victory. It meant glory. It meant days of violently passionate fucking while he shook off the animalism and barbarity of war. You ran your fingers through his tangled hair, crusted and clumped with the stale filth of battle. The scent of blood and sweat and death clung to your fingertips, a tacky residue holding fast as you worked your digits to the back of his skull. Hail, the fallen; the lone chanter cried, hundreds of feet below. His voice was soulful and solemn, misting around the high towers like summer pollen. Hail, the shuffling crowd reprised in a haunting hymn. You didn’t know if it was the adrenaline bubbling down in your blood after Loki had thoroughly claimed you, but they sounded louder now. Or maybe it was just the wind. Loki’s grip tightened around your thighs, sliding upwards. His thumbs pressed into the crooks of your pelvis, pushing your legs wider. Without raising his head, he sank to his knees; war-ravaged leathers creaking as layers of festering dirt and grime cracked. His hands settled around the pristine skin of your thighs, marking them instantly.

“Loki…” you whispered warily, glancing up to the guards standing to attention, their gazes fixed in a thousand yard stare. Hail, the deliverer; the dark victor; the faceless voice sang, soulful reverence bouncing between golden turrets which glinted in the setting sun. Hail, Loki. Hail; the crowd chanted like a prayer in the depths below the balustrade. “Loki…” you murmured again, as trumpets blew a regal tremor alongside the eerie thump of ceremonial drums. “The guards…” The victorious god chuckled against your skin before he slid his cheekbone firmly up your thigh, a possessive harshness glinting in his eyes. “I am their commander. They will do as I say.” he growled coldly, his stare never leaving yours. A muscle in his jaw bobbed as he clenched, a ferocious haze descending over his features. He turned a stained cheek to the side, the marr of slaughter and destruction smeared messily where he had rubbed against your leg. He placed a wet kiss on your knee before he spoke. “Guards! About turn.” he roared.

Your gaze fluttered from your betrothed to the dozens of Einherjar standing to attention against the columns lining the balustrade. In perfect synchronicity, each one turned in a tight semi-circle to face the interior walls. They thumped the base of their spears against the stone in receipt of their order, the cold clunk of metal making a wave of arousal flip in your stomach. His presence. His power. You had almost forgotten. Almost.

Loki’s fingers resumed their iron grip around your thighs, sliding the hem of the dress gathered around your hips higher. “I trust this satisfies you…” he murmured, the brilliant blues of his irises startling against the shadows of brutal deeds layering his face. You thrust forward, aching to feel him against you; letting your hands wander over the buckles of his armour.

The leather felt ragged beneath your touch; burnt and battered. You could feel the tacky stick of warmed blood beneath your fingertips; the proof of his violent prowess. “We can wait...until...after the feast.” you panted half-heartedly, feeling his cracked lips graze against your freshly cum-soaked folds. Loki looked up from between your legs, the heroic commander on his knees ready to devour your glorious pussy. You could feel his seed pooling in thick drips on the stone below. His eyes were wide, brows slanted in mock innocence. “Oh, love…” he purred darkly, as his softness melted to a mischievous smirk. “But I haven’t eaten in days.” The prince’s nose nudged against your slit, making you groan shamelessly above him. “You know how ravenous I become after the rage of battle, love.” he purred, smirking against your hot, wet cunt. “You would not deny your Commander. Would you?”

You shook your head silently, fingers gripping the side of the cold stone balustrade. Loki inhaled deeply, letting it go with a shuddering sigh. Without another word, his warm tongue melted to your core; licking a flat stripe which made you jerk against his face. The filthy god’s fingers wrapped around your calves, pausing to hoist them over his shoulders. The grime-coated gold of his armoured epaulettes slid against your bare skin; the chill making you buck into his open mouth. Your back arched against the glittering lights of Asgard; darkening skies illuminated by the ethereal glow of thousands of candles held in homage by grateful citizens below. Were they praying to the god kneeling between your splayed thighs? You hoped they were. Loki’s tongue slid in messy kisses against your sex, searching every soft pleasure point as he sucked his sacred cum from your centre. Muffled moans of pleasure sounded against your heat, his unfettered enthusiasm loud and wet against the rock of your hips. The naked curve of your ass scratched against filth-soaked leather as the god suckled your clit, moving in rhythmic swirls that coated your womanhood in waves of unbearable pleasure. Your lover leant you backwards so you hovered at an angle off the edge of the balustrade. Gusts of warm dusk air skated over your bristling skin, melting into the dangerous thrill of his obsession. Hail, the victorious dead; the bellman called below, a resounding chorus following the settling of his words; echoing in the night. Hail. The call made your pussy clench, sweet juices beginning to spill against Loki’s lips. He groaned wistfully, tightening his grip around your thighs hanging against his shoulders. You wound your hands in his hair, feeling the familiar resistant tug of crusted sweat and dirt which covered every war-drenched inch of him.

Hail, our Benevolent Protector. Our God. Hail. Your gaze lingered between your legs, the sight of his unmistakeable dark curls bobbing against folds of silk as he dove further sending waves of bravado through your veins. “Did you think of this while you slit the enemies throats, my prince?” you gasped, feeling him nod slowly against the methodical slide of his tongue. “Did you b-burn their world... and their hope... take their lives, uhhh g-gods... just to feast on the pussy you c-crave?” you murmured, seeing a violent shiver roll over his broad shoulders as he moaned in response.

His nose slid into view as he leant back ever so slightly. He knew when you were watching. He always did.

Slowly, Loki licked from the pucker of your ass to your clit, the width of his tongue hovering against the swollen bundle as he lapped gently. The flat massaged the underside, every soft, soaked caress accompanied by a deep groan simmering in his throat. “Did you...f-fuck...miss the taste of me?” you whimpered, seeing him nod again with his brow creased in shameless adoration. The pressure of his talented mouth latched to your sex was incomparable; a light wind rustling against your shoulder-blades making it feel primordial. And perhaps it was. You caught a glimpse of your blackened inner thighs as he dipped lower, grime marks from the slide of his skin and the rub of his hair making you as filthy as he. The unspeakable paint of war coating his sharp cheeks and chin rubbed against your swollen sex, eagerly disappearing in messy slurps down the god’s throat as he lost himself between your spread thighs. Loki could feel you beginning to shake against him as you tried to control yourself, a smirk tugging at his dimples as he put on a show. Relishing you falling apart like foam on the shore beneath his tongue. If there was one thing Loki of Asgard loved more than public adulation, it was giving head. You let out a shameless moan as the low blow of trumpets sang beneath the balustrade, a fervent hum from the citizens now gathered in the square below accompanying the conclusion of the traditional victory prayers. Hail, Commander. the bellman roared; the final steps of his journey giving new gravitas to the most sacred chant. Hail, the crowd refrained. Their intensity rose like a wave of heat, wisping against the back of your hair as your head fell back.

“Do you w-want me to..uhhh-fuck, cum in your m-mouth, Commander?” you gasped between shaky breaths. A loud moan shuddered through you as Loki rumbled against your wet slit, a whine of need bubbling on his lips. You wound one hand through his blood-crusted hair, the other clutching tightly around the ledge of stone beneath your ass. A surge of power vibrated as you pressed the commander deeper into your pussy, his searching tongue curling inside your channel as you rocked against his face. How many women in the streets below would slay their own grandmother for what you had between your legs this very moment? And many men, too; you’d wager.

Loki’s grip tightened around your femurs as he smothered himself. He shook his smooth jaw slowly back and forth, teasing every aching inch of protracted pleasure from your approaching orgasm. He would be soaking. The dulled shine of his battle-leathers glinted in the torchlight, dark stains of brown and red and black sliding easily from his armour to your fresh, perfumed skin. Hail, our Victorious Commander; came the final forceful shout; as violently clear as though the man the voice belonged to was standing by your shoulder. Hail, Commander. Hail; the crowd roared in unison. There was a rapturous cheer as the drumbeats quickened, signalling the arrival of the procession to the main square of Asgard set below the balustrade. Loki’s tongue delved deeper against your cunt, his carefully timed laps burrowing against the source of your undoing. You bucked into him, his name a strangled cry in your throat as you tugged gently at tangled curls. Fingernails dragged down the leather of his overcoat, feeling a layer of enemy blood gathering beneath them. With a final twisted groan, you came over his waiting tongue. Hot arousal flooded his mouth, a welcoming sigh of pleasure sounding from the leader of Asgard's victorious forces as you rocked against his face. Loki could spend hours buried in your cunt; although tonight you suspected you would not be afforded that luxury. “Commander?” a low voice muttered nervously. Your eyes snapped up in alarm, seeing a young guard trembling to your side – facing away from the scene. Had he walked backwards towards the two of you? You thought he must have, if he valued his life. Loki was still lost in your heat, carefully gathering every drop of your cum with fastidiously gentle precision. Your fingers ran lovingly under his chin, cupping the angle of his jaw. His sex-drunk eyes rose to yours, stare hardening as he finally registered the unwelcome figure off to the side. “What?” he spat incredulously, not deigning to rise from where he was spread on his knees in full battle armour on the stone before you. The guard cleared his throat. “Majesty, I am bound to ask you to make your way to the feasting hall. The Allfather impatiently awaits your glorious return, Commander” Loki sighed. “Go.” he ordered bluntly, watching with growing amusement as the terrified guard hurried away without looking back. He lowered your legs from his shoulders, rising regally to his full height. Flickering lamplight illuminated his ghostly features, a glistening slick shimmering around his mouth and jaw revealing his familiar perfectly fair skin beneath the dirt. His lower face. It was the only part of him that was clean.

You closed your legs reluctantly, taking the hand of the victorious god and standing from your perch on the balustrade. The silk of your dress fell against your newly dirt-smeared legs, the folds of antique fabric stained with the same unspeakable remnants of battle as your lover. As your Commander. “It’s incredibly obvious that you have been busy on your return, my prince.” you smirked, biting your lip as you regarded his increasingly dishevelled state. If it were possible, he was even more of a mess than before. Loki chuckled, flicking his tangled hair as the new layer of saliva and cum settled against his war-worn features. “My love, it is us...” he purred, raising your hand and turning it over. He set a kiss down on the delicate underside of your wrist, the cracked sheet of grime covering his beautiful face doing nothing to hide the mirth playing beneath it. “They would not expect anything less.”

His praise had been continual and unbroken, wrapping around you like a favourite blanket as he ruined you again and again, though you had soon become deaf to it with each time he staked his claim, your every sense numbed in the wake of each endless wave of pleasure. 

Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you could remember your own name if asked. All you were certain of was Loki. 

You were still wrapped around him, thighs hugging his hips while he remained buried inside you. He was still hard even after the many times he had claimed you, his cock still throbbing with unspent release. He filled you so completely while you warmed him, each small movement in your overstimulated core enough to make you jerk in his arms. 

Warming him was torture. Beautiful, blissful torture. 

“Shhh,” Loki hushed softly in your ear, one particular shift of his hips having you whimper against his bare chest. “You’re alright, my darling.” One large hand ran in soothing circles over your back, the other curled loosely in your hair as you lay against him. 

“Too much,” you whimpered again, tears still drying on your cheeks from the force of each orgasm he had just ripped from you. What he could make you feel was beyond pleasure. It was something deeper, more profound, as though both your souls were intertwining when he was inside you. 

You would never tire of him, nor of the ecstasy he could grant you with each thrust of his hips. 

You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head and adjust his arms to hold you that little bit tighter. “I know,” he cooed, “but you’re being such a good girl for me. That perfect little cunt is warming my cock so well.” 

Fresh warmth trickled through you like liquid gold at his continued praise. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips when you clenched around his cock in response, the soft sound mingling with the quiet whimper that fell from yours. Every nerve ending still felt raw and exposed from the tsunami of pleasure he had just drowned you in, making you feel every torturous throb of his cock no matter how small the movement. 

It was beautiful, exquisite torture.

“Poor thing. Is this what my cock does to you, darling?” he murmured, and you could feel the smirk wrapping around his words. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, pushing himself deeper inside you until the tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot and had you audibly cry out. 

How could it still feel so good?

Your thighs squeezed around his hips, the muscles beneath your skin still quivering from use. You had no doubt that walking would not be easy for the next few days. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice barely a squeak in the quiet of the night. 

Loki’s chest rumbled with soft laughter and his hand left your hair to grip the point of your chin. You pulled back from his chest as he directed your gaze upwards, finding his still burning with lust and a revived need to claim you once again. 

“Good,” he answered simply, barely giving you a chance to draw breath before his lips were on yours, kissing you, tasting you, claiming you. It was ferocious and possessive, but still brimming with love. One thing he would never let you doubt.

Your arms were locked around his neck in seconds, sharp nails digging into soft skin to leave marks of your own while you pulled him closer. Always you needed him closer. His arm slid back to curl perfectly around your waist, two large hands now gripping your ass for purchase as he began to roll his hips into you again. You felt his throbbing cock slide in and out of your overstimulated cunt, each torturous, blissful drag making the coil in your stomach quickly begin to twist.

You groaned against his lips in protest. “Loki…please…I can’t…,” you whined half heartedly, already missing the taste of him.

“Shhh,” he hushed you again, pressing his lips to your forehead. “One more for me, my darling. Be a good girl and give me one more.” 

He didn’t give you a choice. His hips continued to thrust into you, driving you closer and closer to yet another release, but his praise was all the encouragement you needed. You would do anything to be his good girl. You buried your face in his neck, letting him use your body however he wished and feeling the steady build of your own release.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” Loki grunted in your ear, his hands now settled in a punishing grip on your hips. “Norns, I can’t get enough of you!” 

His cock drove you relentlessly towards climax, his curses and praise fueling your climb to the edge. In less than a minute your back was arching beneath his touch, pressing your chest against his as the first sparks of explosion began to fizzle between your thighs. 

“Loki…Loki, I’m gonna come!” you choked out in one breath as the pressure continued to build, burying your face further into his neck to ride out your high.

“No,” he said swiftly, a strong hand twisting into your hair to pull you back, forcing you to meet his lust blown gaze. “Look at me,” he ordered roughly. “Look at me while you come.” 

Panting, exhausted, you obeyed and held his gaze. With a final few thrusts of his hips, he sent you soaring off the edge once more, all too quickly toppling with you into bliss. His name was a scream on your lips and yours was a prayer on his, mixing together in a hot, heavy mess of pleasure. You watched his jaw go slack and face contort with the force of his release, pride bubbling like molten lava deep in your core at knowing it was you making him feel this good. 

For as long as you could you held his gaze, almost lost to watching his release swim behind emerald eyes, but the force of your own final orgasm quickly had your head buried back in his neck. This time he allowed it, letting you ride out the aftershocks with sweet praises rolling into your ear.

You had made him so proud.

“My good girl,” he continued to pant softly in your ear once he came down from his own high, slim fingers running along the length of your back. “My best girl.” 

It doesn’t help that he had been practically sworn off from touching you as your kingdom seemed to be far harsher on the rules of courtship.

You are not helping Loki at all with a small whine that escapees your lips, the angelic sound only making him twitch in his trousers.

King Aric cleared his throat, tearing the both of you from your illusion that you were the only ones in the world.

It was not the first time Loki had be scolded for being too affectionate with you in public. In fact, your mother had been quite disapproving of Loki’s public displays of affection from the second she arrived and found you in Loki’s lap in the library. You had been pulled away from him with a pout, and Loki hadn’t gotten a second with you without someone interrupting you.

“I apologize, Your Majesty,”Loki grunted through his teeth, reluctantly pulling away from your embrace.

“I hope you are not always this inappropriate, Prince Loki, I would want to think I’ve given my daughter to wild man,”Aric frowned, eyes intense as he seemed to be trying figure out Loki.”You are not to touch her until the wedding, you do remember the rules, son of Odin? The goddess of innocence has remained innocent, has she not?”

You wished the floor would swallow you while as your father interrogate your betrothed about your virginity. You wanted to flee to your chambers in embarrassment. Loki glanced at you apologetically before he dared to reply.

“I assure you, King Aric, your daughter remains intact. If she did not…the court would never let us marry and I do…I do adore you daughter very much, I would never risk her by corrupting her prematurely.”

“My wife, the damn irritating woman, she thinks you unworthy of my daughter’s love,” Aric shared, not even paying you any mind as he chuckled,”Estrid believes our precious princess should be a queen and wed an heir to the throne such as Thor—“

“Father,”You tried to get him to stop but you are silenced with a glare.

“Do not speak out of turn, Y/N,” Your father commanded before turning back to Loki. The asgardian prince had to bite back his anger, knowing that any wrong step could end with you going back to your home planet. Once you were married, Loki would never let this man speak to you this way.”As I was saying, you should do well to prove my wife wrong, she can be quite unpleasant when she decides you don’t deserve her kindness. I think our princess should be lucky she fell in love with the right prince, we were hoping that Asgard would unite with us one day. As much as I think love is foolish, it seemed to work in our favor this time.”

“Why are you telling me this, if you do not mind me asking?”

“Because your needless affection and obvious desire to defile my daughter could ruin this alliance that my kingdom needs,”The king chuckled, gripping Loki’s shoulder threateningly.”If you were to ruin it, I would make sure you never see my daughter ever again.”

Loki nodded silently, swallowing his anger as the king stride away. He was accustomed to these threats by now, telling him to behave or you’ll be taken away as if you are some prize.

“My prince?”You whispered, clinging to his arm as he glared daggers into the back of your father’s head.”Loki, love, it’s okay. That won’t happen, I’m right here, and I…I just wanna go back to my chambers.”

“I’ll get your guard—“

“No,”You whispered, shaking your head.”You can take me, I do not wish to be around anyone else.”

Loki gazed at you curiously, wondering if you hadn’t heard of threats that your father just placed. You were usually so much more…eager to follow the rules after being threatened as such.

“That would be breaking the rules, darling, or did you not hear?”Loki murmured, easing out a breath when you just barely press into his side with a pout on your lips.

“I miss our nights,”You admitted sheepishly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth in nervousness.

Loki had long forgotten the threat after that confession. His sweet princess, the goddess of innocence, missed the nights where he snuck in to please her, the pleasure her. He should have guessed for you were also the goddess of all loves.“Oh, is the right?”

You can feel how hot your cheeks are at your admission, glancing away from him only for him to grab you by the chin and make you look him in the eyes.

“Is there something in particular you were looking forward to, princess?” Loki questioned with a smirk, and he can see how flustered you become by your own thoughts.

“I..well, I wanted…”You stammered, playing with the fabric of Loki’s shirt nervously. He quite liked how you seemed so embarrassed by your own desires.

“You can tell me, love, I would never judge you, go on,” He leaned in, head dipping to utter something he knew would get you to submit and tell him,”tell your master what you want.”

“I want to please you,”You admitted so quietly, and Loki had never wanted you so bad.”I want to make you feel good, especially after this past week…you’ve been so frustrated and I…I wanna help.”

“My chambers, now,”Loki declared, his king fingers intertwining with yours as he used his energy to form an illusion of you and him far in the corner talking. No one should bother you for at least a little while.

Loki had rush locked the door, sealed it behind him with his mouth never leaving yours. He was lucky the guards seemed to be distracted by the court and the extravagant party in the ballroom or else he would have been caught pushing you into his chambers.

“You wanna please me, little love, is that what you want?”Loki grunted, feeling your hands popping open the buttons of his shirt. He peeled it off, throwing it to the side as he grasped your cheeks and kissed you senseless.

“Yes, master,”You uttered innocently,”I just..I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you,” whispered Loki, pulling away gently to get a look at you in the stunning dress you wore. With a wave of his hand, magic unraveled the fabric and left you exposed in just the light pink panties and bra. His long fingers run over your figure, making the man lick his lips in desire.”Kneel, pet.”

With no hesitation, you sank your knees on the hard floor. You gazed up at him admiration, patiently waiting for his command. Loki unbuckled his trousers, discarding the fabric until he was standing in front of you with his cock heavy in the air.

It’s mouthwatering, resting in front of your face in such an inviting way. Loki admires your reaction, how your lips fall open and how you lean just a little closer as if you are admiring each detail from the angry red tip to the vein that runs along the side. You were entranced by it.

Loki smirked, taking a gentle hold of his cock and tapped the head against your lips, against your face. You feel hot all over just looking at his size, and you have no idea how you’ll ever take him but fuck, you want to.

“Master, it’s…so big,”You admitted, swallowing thickly when you look up at him with soft eyes.

Loki brushed the softness of your cheek with his cock resting against your face.”You ready, my love?”

“Please,” is all you managed to get out before Loki is tapping his cock against your lips.

“Need you spit on it, get it nice and wet for me and stroke it, don’t be shy, touch all you want, love,”Loki instructed you confidently.

You nodded slowly, gathering salvia in your mouth and letting it drip on his cock. With careful hands, you gentle stroke him. His breath hitched at the touch, taking in how you move your hand achingly slow.

“Like this?”

“Yes, fuck, just like that,”Loki grunted, watching you very carefully as you focus so hard on doing good,”Give me a kiss, love, put your lips on me.”

You took in a breath, glancing up at him while you gently press your lips against the head, another kiss to the side while you slowly twisted your hands over his shaft.

“Good girl,”Loki told you,”Wrap your hand around my cock, love, stroke me, just like that, doing so good for me,” His grunts we’re everything to you, proof that you were making him feel good. You squeezed your thighs together, following his every command.”just lick the tip, yeah,”Loki groaned when the heat of your tongue wet the head of his cock,”just like that love, now flatten that tongue and run up my shaft, oh fuck, you’re a fast learner, pretty girl, I’ll have you trained in no time.”

You did everything he said, flattening your tongue over his cock and licking up his shaft. You feel pride in your chest when you can feel his cock twitch against your tongue. You start to feel a little more confident, gliding you tongue over his sensitive cock, tracing the vein with the tip of your tongue.

The Asgardian prince moaned at your actions, the obscene sound echoing in the chamber and it makes you even more eager.

“Do I feel good on your cock, master?” You asked, blinking up at him through your lashes.

Loki nodded with a smirk,“Now, suck, little love, it’s okay, don’t be shy, you’re doing so good,”He praised you, gasping for air when your lips wrapped around the head. You took only a little of him, suckling on the head until you feel comfortable.”You can take more, darling, but what you can’t…use your hands.”

You want to nodded, but instead you just edge your mouth further down his cock. Your lips stretch around him, your eyes never leaving Loki’s as he caresses your face before guiding you head to bob so sinfully on his cock.

“Soon, little love, you’ll be gagging on master’s cock like a good little girl, won’t you?” Loki pushed his cock further into your mouth, gasping as you seemed to be learning quite fast while you sucked just a little harder.

You pull off in a second, gasping for air while you nod at his words,”Yes, master, I…I wanna be good.”

“You are, love, so good, always so eager to please, so willing for me,”Loki swallowed thickly when you opened your mouth for him. You licked up his shaft eagerly, relishing in the taste of his cock until your lips are back around. His cock.

You suck on his cock like a good girl, taking in all the things you’ve learned and take as much as you can. Loki moaned obscenely when his cock hits the back of your throat, making you gag and throat constrict around him. You pulled off with a mess of salvia following your lips from his cock. Your lips are coated in spit, swollen already from your lewd actions.

Loki was impressed by how you reduced him to such a flustered mess with your mouth. His chest was flushed along with his cheeks, Tony’s of red warming him up while you flicked your tongue over the tip experimentally.

His cock throbbed in your mouth, twitching against your tongue while spit dribbled from the edge of your mouth. Loki had to control himself not to thrust into your as half his cock was engulfed in the heat of your pretty lips. Your hands worked him eagerly too, and every single one of his groans went straight to your core, making your cunt throb with need. You really liked making him feel good. If there were a pillow under you, you’d be rutting against it like a kitten in heat.

“Hallow your cheeks, and don’t be afraid to make a mess. I like you messy,”Loki let out a sound from the back of his throat as you fucked your mouth with his cock, and he couldn’t wait for the day he actually go to fuck it, when you could take his cock completely even if it were just for a second.

Your cheeks hallowed, eyes glazed over with want while you sucked and licked. Loki pushed a little further, testing your bounds while more spit spilled your mouth. He can’t help how good it feels, how hot your mouth encompasses him with such desire.

“Fuck, you are such a good girl, taking my cock like you can’t enough of it, a cockslut in training, aren’t you?”Loki moaned, chest heaving as his praises seem to fuel you into bobbing your head on him again. His body reverberated with your moaning against his cock, whining as you got off on his pleasure.“You want my cum, baby? You want master cum in that pretty mouth, or you rather me cover you in it?”

You pulled off him with a lewd pop! and puffy lips. You looked at him with a little smile that’s so innocent that he almost forget you weren’t gagging on his cock seconds ago.”Whatever you want, master.”

“That’s my girl,”He rasped, grasping his cock and smacking it against your lips. You open wide for him, sticking your tongue out playfully. Loki pushed inside your mouth, going as far as you could take him. You gag, but fuck, it feels so good. You’re covered in spit and pre-cum, it’s dripping down your chin. You don’t care anymore, you want Loki to cum and you will do anything to make it happen.

Loki pulled out quickly,”Open, pet, good girl, gonna take my cum, you’re gonna hold it til ‘’ done and only when you…fuck,”He moaned when you kissed the tip while he stroked himself quickly.”You only swallow when I say so.”

You whined in response, steadying yourself by placing your hands against the floor and bent off slightly where your breasts spill slightly over your bra and your ass sticks out for Loki to see. It’s downright sinful how you look, like a pretty pet on all fours waiting to be fed.

Loki moaned loudly, gasping when his cock rests against your open lips and spills into your mouth. A few ropes paint your lips, but the rest seeps against your tongue as Loki finishes &’ your mouth. You hold it for him to see, the salty taste spreading over your taste buds and staining your tongue. It’s only once Loki rides out his high, breathing heavy as he gazes down at you.

He smirked, wiping your lips with his thumb and commanding,”Swallow, little love.”

You swallow thickly, letting his seed wash down your throat before smiling up at him expectantly.”Did..did I do good, master?”

“You did perfectly, princess,”Loki praised again, pulling you up to your feet so you can slot his lips against yours passionately.”You did so good, baby, so good…I think you deserve a reward…get on the bed and spread those pretty thighs for your master, bet this sweet little pussy missed me, huh?”

“Yes, master, yes, I’ve missed you,”You whispered, arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him once more.”Missed you, missed your fingers, your lips…I miss being close.”

“Well, no more of that, love, master’s here, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere…”

True to his promise, Loki lapped up your sweet juices and used his fingers to rub over that sensitive little pearl until you saw stars. He didn’t make you go to your chambers afterwards, like he should have.

No, he pulled you close and held you instead because as much as he missed these naughty moments, he also missed the ones where he just got to have you in his arms.

Loki glanced down at you sound asleep in his arms, worn out with the sore jaw you had complained about shortly after he made you cry out his name. He had chuckled and kissed your jaw, he kissed you and talked until you were too tired to keep your own eyes open. It was in that moment he decided he wasn’t going to let anyone keep him from these moments, the ones where you giggle and talk while you trace shapes into his bare chest.

Another cup of wine for King Odin, the gold glass shimmering against the light that poured into the dining hall. He thanked you, the same rehearsed response just as your own, there was nothing genuine about it.

With a nod of his head you scurried back to the sidelines of the hall, wishing with all of your might that you would disappear into the walls.

Living your life as a servant of Asgardian royalty was not on your to-do list, you had hoped for better. Though you didn't have much choice in the matter, and grasped at the belief that one day you would be given your due and blessed to be on your way. You could not leave on your own free will, the King had to grant you that privilege.

A raise of a glass from the youngest prince, Loki, dragged your train of thought out of the daydream of a life beyond the confinements of the palace walls. You met eyes, faltering for a moment, tightening your grip around the tumbler of wine. It was only when he slightly tipped the glass to the side and raised a raven brow that you were flung to reality.

He did not once break your eye, his stare crystallising every cell in your body. Tiptoeing over to him mimicked walking across a minefield, or as if at any moment the ground were to open and you would be plunged into a pit of snakes.

You swallowed, completely unnerved when his head arched up when you were beside him, he could sense the terror, nervous sweat seeping from your pores.

"You're scaring the poor girl. Take no notice of him," Thor cut in, as he usually would. He fought your corner when Loki made you nervous, it wasn't uncommon knowledge that putting you on edge ignited every delight within him. And it seemed to only be you.

"Of course, my prince" you replied to Thor but you didn't release the stare of his brother. This time though, the practised response cracked under the fragility of your tone, barely keeping yourself together. Rising to the bait. You did every time. That's what he liked about you; no matter how desperate you were to flee you still succumbed to every command.

"Be a good girl and hand me a grape, won't you?" Loki said as you filled his cup, forceful yet so gentle, but you knew he was a wolf in sheep's clothing. You noticed Thor tense and all eyes were on you, nobody was going to rescue you.

The same response again, paired with a pained gracious smile. It was your life to serve them, and you were reminded daily that it was nothing but your pleasure to do so. His smirk made you sick, along with his piercing emerald green eyes scanning your frame as you bent over across the table. Despite the sheer disdain, an icy pinch of excitement stirred in your core.

Plucking a singular piece of fruit from the vine, you delayed when he opened his mouth instead of his hand. The same questioning raise of a brow greeted you when you halted, appalled by the cheek - no - the utter impertinence.

Still the hall remained silent, and you were sure that the three men could hear your thudding heartbeat, cheeks almost the same shade as the ruby red apples that sat in the fruit bowl at the centre of the table.

You swallowed, throat a barren desert, and with an unsteady hand you held the grape to his open mouth. Loki leaned into your touch and welcomed it graciously, still looking nowhere but at you, into you. His lips twisted into a sickening grin, strips of pearly white teeth on full display.

He looked you up and down again, a wild animal examining its next kill, before moving his watchful eye over to his brother whose jaw was clenched unbearably tight.

"That's quite enough," Odin commanded, raising a hand and glaring down at the young prince. You turned to him, and with a nod of his head you were excused. Thank stars. Your feet moved through the grand dining hall quicker than you could register, only noticing that you still had the tumbler of wine seized in your sweaty palms when you were clear of the gaze that made your chest heavy.

A sigh of relief, immediately feeling lighter when the door to your quarters closed behind you. Heat prickled the back of your neck, the aftermath of adrenaline that was now wearing off liquefied your legs. In the comfort of your own room, you re-lived the moments that had only just passed.

In your deepest of hearts, you couldn't deny that a small part of you liked it. His stare devouring you, the stealing of glances at one another only to snap your eyes back to the floor when he grinned.

Maybe you had become used to it, the horrifying feeling of having your every move tracked in his presence becoming a comforting second nature. You even dreamt about it, oftentimes startling bolt right up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat with your legs pressed firmly together.

If he could see inside your mind he wouldn't believe his luck, but little did you know, Loki knew all too well how much you loved the attention. As much as you fought it off, as much as you denied the longing that stirred in your belly, the swirling ever growing pit of primal yearning shone through at every confrontation.

You settled in bed, stripping off your clothes into an off-white slip. Usually a shower was needed before your head nested into the soft pillows, but you needed this day over with. With the rising of the morning sun, you could start over again and regain the courage to step out and start your duties. As if you required a daily emotional cleanse from royalty.

But more often than not, tonight being nothing out of the ordinary, you awoke with a gasp and an aching head. Your skin was on fire, and you ran your fingers along your throat. You had been throttled back to consciousness in a state of sheer fright, the ringing of Loki's cackling ringing in your ears.

His hands had been shackled around your throat; squeezing at the pulsing arteries, blood vessels shattering. You tried to scream but your crushed windpipe wouldn't allow it.

There was one place that you could go to clear your head, to get rid of the recollection of blackening sight and malicious green eyes lowering down over your body. The highest balcony in the palace was your favourite, it watched over every inch of Asgard. So you climbed out of bed, legs still very much jellified and your heart beating a million miles an hour.

The palace was quiet, gentle candlelight and hushed crackles of torches lined the walls casting a warm healthy glow across the marble floor. Despite the warmth casted from the walls, the marble mimicked a bath of ice water.

Your legs felt heavy, but the overwhelming desire for even a minor sensation of freedom spurred you to carry them up the mountainous quantity of stairs to get there.

The soothing breeze that blew through the open balcony doors called to you, the satin drapes dancing with the wind. The cool air kissed your cheeks, pecking at the naked flesh along your chest and arms.

Asgard was beautifully lit, the same loving glow winding through the array of streets. Even though you looked down on the microscopic citizens, the highest point of the palace was also the most private. Nobody could see you up here.

Your heart slowed, returning to its regular rhythm whilst your feet halted the tingling sensation caused by the cold. You rested your elbows on the stone wall, cupping your chin on the heels of your palms. Finally, some peace. Although it did not last long, just when your eyelids drooped and your body felt light, instant dread swallowed you whole.

"Is something troubling you?" a low drawl echoed from behind you, and your eyes grew wide. You didn't dare turn around, a flood of trepidation washing down your spine. You realised then in that moment how exposed you were, and you couldn't bear the thought of someone seeing you in your night clothes. So incredibly exposed.

"No, my prince" you managed to choke out the same recycled response you were taught to use - addressing them respectfully - your face burning. But there was, and the two of you knew exactly who was troubling you. You could hear the lazy smile through his voice, utterly delighted that he had caught you so vulnerable.

"I don't take too kindly to liars," his words flung at your back like icy daggers, the echo looming closer now than it did before. Still you stunted the courage it took to look him in the eyes, ones you had become so used to connecting with, even when his towering frame became visible just at the corner of your vision.

"I don't know what you're talking about," another lie, and this time you didn't quite care enough to keep up the respectful act. You felt brave up here, a new invigoration of hopeful drive when the breeze of the night swept through your hair. He seized your wrist, taking the other in his large slender hands when you had fully turned to him.

You had never been this near, so up close and personal with the one person you couldn't stand but also couldn't avoid no matter how hard you tried.

You could smell the mint on his breath that softly fanned your face, and he was so much taller than you had anticipated. Surprisingly, you weren't frightened for your life as you expected if you ever had a physical altercation. In fact, you were even more drawn to him.

"I'd choose your next words carefully," he sneered, his emerald eyes glowed under the moonlight, pale skin transparent. You never denied that he was handsome, beautiful even.

This new boundary paired with physical touch lit fireworks in your brain, you couldn't remember the last time you touched someone. No friendly embraces, no soothing hands on a shoulder, no pinky promises. Years you had been starved from one of the most primal needs.

He watched your face twist, scanning his own, your eyes raking over him in a frenzy. A scalding wave of shame washed over you, the way you were thinking of him in that moment was against anything your heart and mind had ever told you were in your best interests.

Though you couldn't deny that his lingering stare bore through you, much more than it had before. He was calculating, trying to make sense of the thoughts spinning in his head. He had wanted this for so long.

You and him. Alone together.

Your arms relaxed partially in his grasp. "I don't like being here," you plucked up the courage to admit. What the hell were you saying? He didn't deserve to know how you felt, nor did you believe he cared. But still he scanned your face, his attention unwavering, a silent cue for you to continue.

You swallowed harshly again, his silence unnerving you. "I... uhhh.. I like being up here," tilting your head to the view of Asgard beside you. "Makes me feel free..." you broke his gaze this time, his complex array of layers of fabric that adorned his chest. He was fully dressed just as you had always seen him despite the late night.

"You long for your freedom?" He was blunt and precise, a tongue made of ice and words that floated through the air like snowflakes. This was a trick. A small voice in the back of your mind screamed at you to not answer him, to not delve any more into your feelings and personal thoughts with him of all people.

But a slow nod answered his question, internally battling with yourself aiming to not be punished for having such insolent thoughts. Staring out into the world that you had grown up in, one you hadn't been able to explore for as long as you could remember.

But it was beyond this world that made your heart leap.

You winced when his hands released your wrists, expecting a sharp backhand across the cheek or a stern order for you to return to your quarters. That was it, he would tell his father and you would never see a life beyond this balcony. Trapped here forever. Or at the very least this 'conversation' would be forgotten about and you would both pretend it never happened, and he would continue to make every waking moment a living hell.

"Don't we all" his words carried with the gentle breeze that swept across the balcony, if you weren't so on edge you might have even missed what he said. He turned away, elbows resting on the stone ledge just as your own had been minutes before. You weren't sure what to do next, the bitter air of the night gnawing at your skin again.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, running your fingers over your upper arms to try and grant some new warmth. Loki's gaze wandered over the streets of Asgard, and amidst the silence you were able to be still and watch him. His expression remained blank, impassive. You knew yourself that you were incredibly easy to read, but you could not work him out.

When he wasn't eyeing you like wounded prey, you found yourself comfortable enough to notice his features. The hollow dip that rested under his cheekbones, the sliver of scar tissue that sat along the very top of the bridge of his nose - little enough to be easily missed, midnight black brows sitting heavy over his lids, the very small contrasting flush of baby pink along his cheeks.

In that small window to his own thoughts, you knew more about the cold prince from that quick response than you ever had in the years you had been here. For a few seconds, you weren't fearful of him.

Maybe the honesty sparked a sense of confidence, as you leant forward and placed a delicate hand on his shoulder. Though his jaw tensed, and that terror rapidly came flooding back.

You went to take your hand away, but he placed his large palm over the back of it before you had the chance to. Green irises flicked to the stone wall before him, cool fingertips grazing the back of your hand, over the grooves of tendons to smooth over your knuckles. Your heart thundered in your chest, not daring to breathe.

It was clear then that you both had one thing in common. You were starved of touch. The two of you craved it. You visibly shuddered, from both the odd sensation of Loki gently dancing his fingers over your skin and the biting wind that was becoming icier by the minute. But maybe it was because your skin was on fire, cheeks furiously burning.

He titled his head so he could scan your face from over his shoulder. Not that you noticed, your stare was fixed to his fingers that continued to ghost over your flesh, eyes wide and mouth barely agape. He grinned, tongue wetting the corner of his lips.

He didn't plan on opening up to you, if you even wanted to class it that way. But the response he had gained from doing so was beyond his wildest dreams.

He turned to you now, and your breath caught in your throat when his slender fingers moved from your hands to the teetering edge of your jawline. His cool fingertips made you shudder, and you watched as his glimmering eyes followed every tiny movement.

Thumb pads grazed just under your cheekbones, every breath had been seized from your lungs, fearing that you would be mauled by the wicked beast before you if you made the faintest move.

With every dusting of fingers on flesh, a longing ache resonated south of your hips. Your bottom lip quaked, hungry eyes swallowing his inviting mouth that dropped open the smallest amount, a sliver of pink tongue barely visible. His breath kissed the tip of your nose, the warm heavenly scent of spices that wafted from his garments rendering you mute.

Stars, he was so close.

He stepped closer and now your chests pressed together, the thin lining of your nightdress not leaving very much to the imagination. But all you could feel was layers of leather and cloth. You yearned to reach out and touch him, at this moment only having the power to imagine what his skin felt like underneath, how it would feel to drag your nails over the grooves of muscle along his back.

Still his eyes followed calculating fingers that swam down the side of your throat, where the bulging arteries were thundering with hot blood. You saw the faint smirk that came with the realisation of how hard your heart was beating.

The nervous sweat that beaded your forehead was a fair giveaway to his effect. Then, swiftly however still so very cautiously, he laced his fingers in between your own. "Come" Loki commanded, not really giving you an option as he tugged on your arm and started to wander back into the large hallways of the palace.

And like a good servant, you followed.

The palace felt a little less lonely with your trembling grip connected to that of your tormenter. Your jellified legs could barely keep up with his tremendous strides, carrying him as if on his way to a very important meeting. It struck you then that you had never seen Loki carry himself with such drive, with pride of course, but always so... lazily.

Down the winding steps, the walls ricocheting looming echos of the click of his shoes. You were terrified of bumping into someone, be that a guard or his brother, Gods possibly even King Odin. The skin of your back stung as you thought about the crack of the whip, scarring you if someone caught you with the prince who dragged you through the halls.

You could be killed for this. Frolicking around the palace at night with a prince of Asgard.

But you would be fooling yourself to say that the potential of being caught didn't stir an almighty craving in your belly. Maybe it was his touch that lighted your passion, or that this mere situation that wouldn't carry further than the first rise of the sun gave you that thrill you lusted after.

Amidst your thoughts, you hadn't noticed that Loki had stopped in front of you, a large exhale of air knocked from your lungs when you hit his brick wall of a back.

With his free hand, he pushed open the large doors that stood before the pair. His bedroom was even more grand than you had pictured, images that ran wild in your mind considering you had never been allowed to step foot in any of the family's personal chambers.

A raging fire crackled in the far corner, casting the most magnificent orange glow along the shining oak flooring. The bed was grand enough to give comfort to a whole brothel, and knowing the prince as little as you did, you wouldn't be surprised if every woman in every brothel of Asgard had felt the satin sheets kiss their bare skin.

Your attention was quickly snapped from the intricacies of the room before you when Loki shoved you against the towering doors as they closed. His hips trapped you against the wood, one thigh firmly pressed between your legs as one slender hand alone grappled your two above your head.

A pathetic squeak erupted from your chest, and the urgent panic that surged through every cell of your body caused you to struggle.

Hot stinging tears welled in your eyes, not quite yet spilling down your cheeks but enough to blur your vision slightly. A quivering breath left you when his free hand skimmed along your hairline, the backs of his fingers sweeping down across your temple and towards your jawline.

Any moment now. Any nanosecond he would strike, and you would be sorry for ever leaving your chambers in the first place.

He leant forward, lips barely grazing your earlobe. You were certain that he could hear your racing pulse, hell he could most likely feel the one in between your legs. "Don't be afraid, my dear" he whispered.

"I won't hurt you unless you want me to".

The moan that almost escaped your barren throat at the mention of him inflicting pain onto you sickened you, yet the hunger in his eyes and the buttery tone to his drawling drove you wild. You squirmed against him, itching to soothe the growing ache south of your hips - the thin cloth of your panties against tight leather felt glorious.

Another gasp caught in your throat when his free hand sent wandering fingers tracing along your neck, his lips still so dangerously close to your earlobe.

Your skin sparked with a wondrous lust you had never felt in the wake of his touch, the only thing on your mind being that of ripping the clothes from the body of the god standing before you.

You yearned to touch him exactly as he was you, the torture that was the slow movements of his fingertips against your burning flesh. As though he could read your mind, he moved his head a millimeter to the side in order for his lips to trail over the lobe. You squeaked from the contact, and felt his teeth in place of his lips as he sneered at your response.

"Such a desperate little thing," he tutted in almost pity, and the adrenaline that pumped through your blood was teetering on the edge of overdrive. His delicate fingers suddenly gripped your throat with a force, enough to have that sense of panic flutter back into your chest.

Your throat rumbled a moan underneath his palm when he flicked a sliver of tongue against your ear, dragging the skin between his teeth. "You like this, don't you?" he sneered, pulling his head back now and tipping it a little to the side as he surveyed you. He hadn't taken you for one to enjoy a heavy hand, he had viewed you as far too delicate to manage it.

Another squirm was his answer, blindly grinding your hips down against him. His grasp tightened, making your head feel light and staticky. He examined you with much more ferocity than he had previously, a sick twisted delight dancing in his emerald green eyes. Your view flicked down to his lips, ones he had now wet transforming them even more supple and inviting than before.

It was an unspoken acknowledgment that the two of you didn't need to vocalise for it to be known; pain was exciting. You had never noticed it before, hell you hadn't even been with a man in that way. The furthest you had ever come to it was a make out session with one of the guards in the palace gardens. You never saw him again.

"Come on, darling" he purred, this time his hand wrapped around your throat snaking up to pinch your cheeks and pursing your lips, "I want to hear you," he commanded with a swipe of his tongue over his top teeth, that damn menacing grin turning your brain to putty and legs to sand.

"Yes, my prince" the same rehearsed response, and you would never be able to utter those words the same way ever again. "I like it," you whimpered, syllables barely comprehensible and cheeks aching under the force of his hand. He cackled, low and gruff, satisfied with your answer.

He released your arms pinned above your head and dived forward to press your lips to his, slipping both hands under either side of your hair, thumb pads nicely tucked underneath your cheekbones. With this release you now had the freedom to drive your own twitching fingers forward and finally touch him.

You smoothed your hands in his hair, satisfying every fantasy of what the raven strands would feel like under your nails. One rested at the back of his neck, relieved at knowing that he was truly made of flesh and bone and not whatever beastly monstrosity you had conjured in your head.

By the way you had been treated all these years, you were surprised you weren't met with the scales of a serpent.

He kissed you so ferociously you were sure to be bruised come morning, and you fought to silence the abhorrent screaming in your head that this was a bad idea. Loki stretched a hand out to latch onto the back of your head, pulling on your hair earning a yelp in return. From this, he was able to slip his tongue past your teeth and soon he was exploring every inch of your mouth.

Another surprise; his tongue was not forked nor was it laced with a lethal poison. You clawed at his clothes, expensive well worn leather making a new home bunched in your palms.

You needed more, and Loki knew it.

He panted once he pulled away, allowing you to catch your breath as he began to trail hot open mouthed kisses along your jawline. Adrenaline threatened to drown your lungs when his teeth sunk into your neck, suckling against the tender skin that was injected with lust.

The concoction of pain and desire was almost too much to bear, blind mind-numbing whimpers and moans falling from your lips with no rhyme or reason.

Loki brought both hands down to now snake up your nightdress, icy clammy palms making you wince. He smoothed over your thighs, along the curve of your hips - carefully avoiding your most sensitive area - to settle on the swell of your breasts.

Still sucking marks of blue and purple against your skin, he kneaded the tender tissue, occasionally rolling a nipple between his forefinger and thumb.

Your mind was so fuzzy you could barely construct a cohesive sentence, the occasional mewling “fuck" and "please" escaping through the medley of moans. You could feel the sinister smirk on his face whenever he grazed his teeth a little too hard or tweaked your nipple, his effect graciously noticed whenever you twitched against him.

Saliva pooled in the space between your front teeth and lips, slender pink tongue tip peaking out. Your eyes tightly shut as it still crossed your mind that maybe this was just a filthy dream, maybe your fantasies had built up so much that you were now hallucinating.

But Loki's hands at the back of your thighs as he hoisted you up to straddle his hips were enough to snap you out of any excuse you were making to convince yourself that this wasn't real. His lips melded perfectly to your own, tongues tying together in knots and his hair looking tenfold more dishevelled than usual.

Lithe fingers swatted your backside that lay bare beneath your nightdress, the tips edging closer to your heat. Loki began to step back, your lungs filling with new air that you gasped for between passionate kisses now that you weren't cemented between a God and a door.

You realised where you were going when you were thrown back against the satin sheets, almost disappearing into the feather down covers. There you lay, paralysed, looking towards the end of the bed at the God that had your fate in the palms of his hands.

Loki licked his lips, raking his hungry gaze over your frame that now lay poised like a wounded animal beneath him. He held his bottom lip between his teeth, now palming the prominent bulge in his palms. You held your gaze there, watching him stroke himself beneath the cloth, your heartbeat thudding fiercely in both your chest and cunt.

"Take it off" he quipped, a demand more so than a request, one where you didn't dare tempt the consequences that lay ahead if you refused. You froze again, shaking breaths catching in your throat as you thought about being displayed nude on his bed.

"Don't make me tell you again, lover" he warned, eyes growing darker as his lowered brow threatened to swallow them, his thumb swiping over where you imagined the tip of his cock to be.

You gulped, attempting to calm your nerves and cease your quivering fingers, but his eyes glinted when he saw you wince.

Little by little, near agonisingly slowly, you pulled on the knots that held your nightdress in place across your chest, allowing the cloth to drop down exposing the top half of your body. An appeased humming rumbled in his throat when you shimmied out of the garment, making a note to cross your legs so your most intimate region was cloaked from his view.

Now that you were fully bare beneath him, him still being fully clothed sent an inferno of cold shame washing over you, and you thought best to cover yourself. For a brief moment, being so vulnerable in front of him twinged a small ounce of regret. Maybe this was a mistake.

It was only when Loki moved forward to skate his large hands over your naked legs, peeling them apart and leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake that those doubting thoughts were snuffed out. Especially when he said what he did next.

You leant back on your palms and shifted your hips when his hands settled on your thighs, his eyes wide and wandering, eager to see you in all of your glory. "You're so beautiful" his voice rendered a whisper, as if he almost didn't mean to say it.

"What did you say?" you blurted out stupidly, butterflies lurching in your chest, head spinning and stomach churning. You balanced on the thinnest beam between being afraid of him and so terribly confident in his presence, not knowing where you stood and never too sure whether your next words would earn you a smack round the face.

"You are truly, exquisitely, beautiful" Loki accentuated every syllable of the last word, the compliment vaporising every breath you dared to take afterwards. This was too good to be true, you would soon wake up laying in your chambers with your hand frustratedly thrusted between your legs.

But it was reality. Sinfully and wickedly true.

A new surge of conviction lighted in every cell of your body, testing this new whisp of trust that had been created this night. You rose from your position, the prince rising with you and standing eagerly awaiting your next move at the end of the bed.

Now propped up on your knees, you shifted forward so you were almost touching chests, the top of your head reaching the tip of his chin. Despite your figure within his reach and there for the taking, Loki did not take the opportunity. Instead, he watched as you skated your fingertips beneath his coat made of the finest Asgardian leather.

He allowed you to move the material back off his shoulders, smoothing down his arms and finally folding it neatly beside you. You didn't wish to upset him, otherwise his garments would swiftly end up in shreds in a pile on the floor. Next came his chest piece, which easily slid over his head to expose a cream linen shirt.

Without the fine garments, he appeared gentle, looking spectacularly less menacing than the ensemble of charcoal, glittering gold and forest green made him appear. You brushed beneath the collar of the shirt, resisting the urge to tear it open.

A shaky inhale. You tugged the corner of your lip between your teeth, as if you were discovering a new planet, exploring uncharted waters. You trailed your hands to roll the strands of his hair that fell forward between your fingertips.

You looked up and your eyes met again, his expression emotionless, yet his irises held every star in the galaxy. His eyes have seen more heartache and bloodshed than you cared to know. You knew that deep within, there was good in him.

His breathing shallowed, nostrils flaring as he allowed you to flatten a palm against his chest to feel the racing pulse. Whether it be nerves - which you were certain it wasn't - or that he too was barely hanging on a thread, you were instantly alleviated in the knowledge that it was not only you whose heart was near bursting.

Though your time to explore the little amount of flesh he lay bare had expired, as you were pushed back down onto the bed. Loki caught your ankle as you fell, dragging you to the very edge of the bed where he held your legs open for him. "Look at you..." he purred, examining your slick heat.

Never had anybody other than yourself laid eyes on your most intimate parts, and your cheeks reddened instantly. You wanted to snap your legs closed, but that wasn't an option against the heavy weight of his hands that pried them open.

"So wet for me" he hummed just as one finger brushed over your clit. A pitiful wheeze escaped you, tossing your head back against the sheets. Loki grinned, "So sensitive" he mocked, his tone maddeningly annoying yet so sickeningly enticing all at once. He inched closer to the bud again, this time paying closer attention to swiping down towards your entrance.

He circled your dripping heat for a minute, enjoying the odd squeak and jolt when he caught the hood of your clit, collecting enough wetness to allow his fingers easier access.

Your eyes snapped open and your hand flew to his to halt him. "I've never..." you stalled, afraid that he would laugh or worse - ignore what you were about to say. "I've never done this before... with someone else".

His face softened but his emerald eyes flashed with a frightening mischief that made your stomach churn again. "Interesting" his response resonated in his throat, a rumbling gruff that bubbled to the surface. Truth be told, this lighted even more excitement for Loki, more than he could bear.

He gets to bed you and now he finds out it's your first time? What a lucky God he was.

"Then let me please you", his tone almost innocent. Then, he edged the tip of his first finger into your core, only to the first knuckle. You inhaled sharply through your teeth, despite being beyond adequately ready for him, the sting remained prominent.

Your eyes squeezed shut again, tranquillised against the sheets when the initial discomfort eased and you were met with a blissful warmth.

When he detected that you had relaxed, he withdrew the finger out again and edged it all the way in, only stopping when the rest of his hand barred him from going any further. He stretched you with delicious intent with only one finger, and you felt yourself rocking in tune with him when he began pumping in and out.

Breath was sucked from your lungs, any coherent thought running away with itself, all you could think about was the ungodly pleasure Loki was bestowing upon you. Plus he was barely breaking a sweat. You rolled your hips, and a throaty moan shredded your vocal cords when he added another slender digit.

You felt the bed shift, too focused on the heavenly sensation between your legs to care to look at what he was doing. Though it was made known of his intentions when you felt the warmth of his lips wrap around your nipple. He attacked your flesh, swirling his silky tongue around you as his fingers curled.

You near thrashed in the bed beneath him, nothing you had ever done to yourself came close to how good Loki made you feel in his moment. Your bodies worked in a perfect symphony, vision blurring and head spinning. You felt the pit of your stomach tighten, spirilling existentially quicker than you had ever done before to that sweat release you craved.

Then he was gone. His fingers slipped away and his mouth unlatched from your breast. You whined for him, reaching out to pull him back to you again. You gasped and flinched back when his lips connected with the soft curve of your belly, sucking gently against your burning flesh.

Smoothly, he travelled down to the top of your thigh, lingering there and decorating it with marks of blue and purple, branding you his own. "For years you have tempted me..." his hot breath seared your skin. Your breathing quickened, the exhales of his breath fanning against your pussy that ached for him.

"Loki..." you mumbled, shocked that you had said his name. Never had you addressed him by name, 'my prince', 'sire', or 'your majesty' was all you were taught to use. Nothing more and nothing less.

He audibly snickered against your skin, "You sound more angelic than I had imagined" he cooed, methodically planting sweet kisses along the inside of your thighs.

He had thought about this before, the exact picture painted before him was one that had previously only existed in his dreams. "Go on, say it again" a demand cloaked in a polite request, almost as if he was daring you, his voice sultry and inviting, looking up at you now open mouthed where his hot breath teased your throbbing clit, fingers clawing at your thighs.

"Loki..." you groaned with more urgency, not caring for the desperation that laced every accentuated letter, lifting your head up to meet his gaze. You almost crested that peak when you viewed him between your legs, your most darkest sinful fantasies coming to life before your very eyes. His name felt foreign in your mouth, coiling around your tongue like hot ash.

You were robbed of any sound that threatened to exit next when his tongue was on you. He started slow, the tip of his delicate tongue sweeping over your bud with exact precision. Pleasure cracked a whip right down into your toes and to the tips of your fingers, you never ever thought anything could feel this good.

And he was only just getting started.

Loki groaned against you, "You taste so sweet". His tone ethereal, flattening his tongue to smooth over your clit again and again. You gripped tightly to the bedding beside you, occasionally allowing giggles of disbelief to slip through.

You honed in on his meticulous movements; the way his tongue would circle you, to then pull back and flick it masterfully, to lean into you as he sucked that sweet spot into his cushioned mouth between his teeth.

"Holy shit! Loki!" you cried when his fingers returned to your entrance again, this time beginning to dip two digits into you. He shushed you, barely pulling away from your aching heat. "Look at me," another instruction, and you graciously obliged. "If you look away, i'll stop" he warned before plunging his fingers deep into your core, returning his plush lips to the pearl of your clit.

You chewed down on your bottom lip, back arching from the bed as complete euphoria careened over you. You did as you were told, afraid of what would happen if you disobeyed him. He suckled against you expertly, and you realised now that you were paying attention to the man between your legs - he was running his free hand over his cock.

You tried to juggle where to look, wide-eyed sight snapping from his thick length to his menacing eyes that tunnelled into your very soul. He exhaled a laugh against you and raised a brow, noticing that you were watching him pleasure himself. "Do not be afraid, my sun and stars" he whispered, sensing your nervous energy.

Your lips twisted into a thrilled grin. My sun and stars. You could get used to that.

"I'll take care of you" his voice so hushed and tender, taking your expression as a cue to dive back in, your delectable whimpers music to his ears as he sent you hurtling to the edge of oblivion.

Your chin quivered, rolling your hips as to gain added momentum to the flick of his tongue. He snapped his wrist, pushing deeper with every stride, testing your boundaries. You choked on a moan, chest heaving in ridiculous pants when he swiped over a raised mound of flesh that sent mind bending bolts of otherworldly satisfaction rippling through you.

"There we are," he said triumphantly, shifting the motion of his hand so he swept over that sensitive ball again and again. Tears stung the corners of your eyes, a new wave of pleasure igniting in your abdomen. Whatever you thought pleasure was had a new definition now, swaddling yourself in the pure bliss of it all.

It built, the pressure ballooned behind your eyes, swirling in the pit of your stomach, blossoming in every section of your body. You were right there, squeezing around his fingers. "I'm going to-" you warned him, hands flying to twist into his dark hair to keep him steady, hoping and praying that he didn't change his motions.

A curious hum rumbled against you, the added vibrations teetering you over the edge. Your release thrummed against your temples, that growing knot finally unravelling, his name falling from your tongue with no regard. He wore his cheshire cat smile loud and proud watching you become undone, witnessing you cross that plane of desire you had never experienced before.

All because of him.

"Such a good girl" he cooed, slowing his pulsing fingers allowing you to come down from your high with ease, kissing your outer lips and the inside of your thighs. He removed his hand from your cunt, mystifying gaze observing your stringing wetness when he parted the two digits. You cringed at the sight, still dazed and recovering.

He moved up the bed again, prowling towards you with malicious intent. "Open" he commanded, again you listened, parting your lips to give him entry into your mouth. He thrust the two fingers that were only moments ago plunged into your depths, cushioning them at the back of your tongue, enough to spark your gag reflex but just out of reach for you to contain it.

You enclosed your lips around him, sucking your juices from his skin in a hurried fashion. Loki grunted, his eyes trained on your mouth that encircled him as he wet his own lips. He positioned one palm beside your head, leaning down so his covered cock brushed against your heat.

A mute gasp, his length pressing against your folds. You shivered, worried that you would even be able to take him. He noticed the doubt in your eyes, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth to pinch your chin and tilt your gaze up to meet his. He didn't need to say it again, for you to not fear him, for apprehension was expected considering it was your first time.

Loki moved back into his knees, pulling against the fabric of his linen shirt to take it away from his frame. He took your hands then, flattening your palms against his chest, guiding your fingers over the curves of toned muscles along his stomach, grazing over the dark happy trail that led to his member that left you quivering.

His last item of clothing was swiftly removed, his heavy hungry stare not leaving you once. He watched as you drank him in, his cock twitching when you absentmindedly licked your lips. Then his mouth was pressing fragile kisses into your plush stomach, his hands tracing dainty lines along your thighs and up over the swell of your hips.

His lips continued to move upwards, sucking now only finely so that he didn't burst the vessels underneath. Between the valley on your breasts he traced his tongue, nurturing bruises that he had made minutes before. He stopped once he reached your ear, the stark contrast of him flitting between a tender lover to a dominating commander sent your heart skyrocketing.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" he asked, lowering his hips so that his length slipped between your folds. You huffed in response, not able to gather the words he was looking for. Inch by inch, he rocked against you so that the head of his cock disappeared between your slick lips, gliding over your bud and back out again, shiny with your arousal.

"Yes. I'm ready" you confirmed, bracing yourself for what you didn't know, a blizzard of intrusions bludgeoning your head. He reached down to position himself at your entrance, another hand lacing your fingers together as he rested his forehead against yours.

He welcomed the hisses and winces as he pushed into you. Gradually, he would pull out a fraction or two to slide back in with an ease aided by your wetness. You noticed his face twist, "So tight..." he groaned, and you could tell he was holding back. This isn't what he was normally like in bed.

He stretched you to an amount you never thought you could manage, every groove and vein of his cock tracing along the sensitive skin of your inner walls. He held himself within you when he sat all the way to the hilt, allowing you to adjust as he twitched against you.

He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his expression relaxing when you shuffled beneath him to goad the friction you yearned to experience.

He pulled out again, the tip faintly skimming your hole to dip straight back in again. You yowled, every stroke snapping firecrackers behind your eyes and flames across your body. That familiar knot began to build again so soon, but Loki made a point to dig his fingers into your hips so you remained steady.

You only get to cum when he wants you to.

With a steady pace his rhythm continued, each stroke as premeditated as the previous, ensuring to discover every single inch of you. "You look so beautiful like this," he said between every careful thrust of his hips, sealing your lips together again in another kiss.

He didn't seek to devour you, nor did he attempt to worm his tongue between your teeth, but inhaled your scent. He moaned against your lips, each one clawing its way out from the depths of his throat. Not only did it spark a wildfire in you knowing that the God of mischief was literally fucking inside of you, but he was enjoying it. He had to hold himself back in order not to hurt you.

But you wanted the hurt. You craved to know just how much power he held.

"Harder," you begged him feebly, and his eyes snapped up to yours in a new unwavering attention. "Please, I need to feel more of you" your meek pleading almost drove him over the edge, but still the risk of hurting you too much wove thick brambled vines in his mind.

He didn't think twice when you shifted a leg to drive him closer to you, wheezing with new enchantment when the added pressure ripped into your delicate skin. He shifted, then struck a thrust with some new force just to see how you would manage it.

He was pleasantly surprised when an enthralled squeal erupted in response, and in his head cursed you for granting this opportunity for him to lose an ounce of control. "You asked for it," was all he said before pulling out and snapping his hips forward again, the tip of his throbbing cock kissing your cervix.

The crackle of the fire was replaced by audible smacking of skin on skin, nothing short of ecstasy oozing between your pores and boring into him. Loki gritted his teeth, snarled when your head lolled to the side and his name dripped from your tongue over and over again.

He didn't let up once, his pace never faltering, even when he raised one of your legs to throw it over his shoulder. He grappled your hips to pull you into him, shifting upwards so he could pound you at a sinfully wicked downward trajectory.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you mewled, hands reaching upwards to grasp his raven hair and pull him into you, teeth sinking into his neck causing him to cry out and almost spill his seed into you right then and there.

But he maintained enough composure to pace himself, wanting nothing more than to watch you come undone and clench around his cock. With your head nestled in the crook of his neck, your muffled moans and profanities vibrated against his cool skin.

What he really wanted was to tear you apart, but still you were a delicate flower that for now had to be handled with the most gentle hands. There was plenty of time to destroy you in every way he knew.

"I can't tell you how long I've wanted this," he confessed, his lips skimming along your earlobe. Your heart threatened to burst, all those years of pent up tension that always lingered between the two of you now liberated to the highest degree. "Me too" your chest tore open, tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks.

A strong palm pushed against the back of your thigh, now one leg pressed up against your chest and the other still crooked over his shoulder. You imagined he would pierce straight into your abdomen if he drove any deeper.

Whimpers hiccupped in your chest, and you knew by the beating pulse in your cheeks and the droplets of sweat that trickled along your hairline that you looked anything far from desirable right now.

"So perfect. My sun and stars," his own groans caught in his throat, and you noticed by the urgency of his bucking hips that he was reaching his peak. "Cum with me, I need to hear you" his thumb now spun circles against your clit and your throat nearly tore open from the cry it caused.

His angelic sounds in your ear, the swirling of his thumb pad on your bud, the sheer ferocity of the drive of his hips sent you soaring back up to that other worldly place. Your head felt staticky, drool pooling at your slack jaw unable to construct a cohesive sentence, blood rushing to your ears. There you met him on the edge of orgasm, and in perfect synchrony you kept from the ledge together.

Seventh heaven met your eyes, and you came tumbling down. Your walls clamped around him, screaming his name loudly enough you were sure to wake the entire palace. He pinched your skin, grasping your flesh in clumps harshly enough to leave bruises. But you didn't mind.

Thick ropes of his seed unravelled deep inside you, binding you together in a physical devotion to one another. He held you just as close as you shook against him, the post-orgasm euphoria enveloping you both in a pleasurable warmth. Your chests heaved together, moving as one overworked machine to draw in adequate breaths to still your beating hearts.

You pulled back to smooth your hands in his hair, his cheeks dusted a deep rouge and his hairline sprinkled with the same droplets of sweat you almost adorned. "You're mine, little dove" he said, and your chest imploded. That fear came flooding back, and you knew you had just crossed a barrier you could never return from.

As shredded gasps for breath became sobered inhales, Loki slipped out, his cum spilling onto the forest green satin sheets and sleeking along the crease of your thighs. You considered jumping for joy, that disbelief rocking the very soul that swirled within you, but his final promise rang true in your eardrums.

"You're mine, little dove".

He handed you your nightdress as he began to resheath his modesty, opting for just the soft cream shirt and his leather trousers. He watched you like a hawk, stealing glances at your exposed skin as if he were to never see it again.

But he would. You recognised that this night was the start of what was to come.

His eyes swallowed your figure as you walked towards the grand bedroom doors that led out to the lonely hallways of the palace. You turned back, eyes meeting for yet another time, then you were gone.