#loki lemons

Turning fully towards Loki once more, you find him seated on the end of the bed. He’s been silently observing you as well, and a smirk hints that he likes the view.

“What brings you here?” you ask, crossing your arms below your bosom to push the breasts up towards the low neckline.

“These are my chambers,” the explanation is quiet, but his voice drops as he continues, “as are the contents.”

The low purr sends shivers through your body, and you know there won’t be anything you’ll refuse him even though you’re willing to play hard to get. “Is that so? I thought it was illegal to own people…at least I won’t be your slave.” ‘Cause I’m wearing the crown.

“My slave? No…you’ll attend to my needs of your own free will tonight,” he purrs deviously, “then we’ll see about the title later.”

“I may be benevolent…if you get undressed.”

Quirking and eyebrow, Loki doesn’t discuss the terms but merely waves a hand to magic his simple clothes away in a haze of gold and emerald, leaving him naked and very much at attention. Rarely one to ignore an impressive cock, your eyes are drawn to the semi-erection between the Asgardian’s thighs. Yes, you feel an aching need for it…but you want more than that, craving his touch everywhere on the skin. A hungry meeting of hot and cold. Past trails of kisses and love bites need renewing with a vigour that can only be found by those who nearly lost the way completely.

“Stroke yourself…my lord.”

He obeys without hesitation by grabbing the cock loosely, arm resting on the thigh as he sets a lazy pace without even once taking the eyes off you. Some incentive won’t go amiss. Reaching up under the dress, you find the delicate fabric of the underwear and pull it down. By the time it appears from under the skirts to pool around you ankles, Loki’s tongue is wetting his lips and his breathing has sped up. Moments later the tiny piece of clothing lands beside him on the bed.

“Move up to the headboard.”

Again, there’s no argument, and he’s rewarded by the golden sash that has held the dress tight around your waist. This one lands on the floor and is soon joined by the first layer of the dress (only leaving two more – Asgardian fashion is very different from temporary Earth-clothes). On his own, Loki has resumed the stroking but this time tighter, baring the dark cockhead each time his hand reaches the base. A bead of natural lubrication appears and is spread in a thin, glistening sheen.

This is how it's gonna be This is what you'll think of me

You pull at a few more ribbons, very slowly, before the most substantial part of the dress cascades off your shoulders. Gone are the flowy sleeves and the midnight-purple dabbled with gold, and you’re left in a thin shift in a ridiculously romantic lilac hue. You’d never have picked that yourself, but Loki approves, drinking in the vision of you.

“My dear,” the hushed longing transforms into the tell-tale purr, “had I know this would be my reward for sacrificing myself then I would not have waited so long.”

Head held high you cross the distance to the foot end of the bed. “Who says the reward is yours?”

You have to hold on to the horns perched precariously on your head as you climb onto the mattress, but as you settle down (kneeling or sitting on your heels) near Loki’s feet, it’s safe for you to occupy your hands elsewhere. Tracing every curve through the delicate fabric, you allow the god to admire what he can from afar. The pointed nipples are pinched and rolled through the almost transparent silk; waist is highlighted by broad strokes along the sides of the ribcage and across the stomach before  you roll your hips into your own palms.

A few feet away, Loki’s ragged breath is barely muted by the teeth he digs into the lower lip even though his hand has slowed. All he can do, it seems, is to hold on to whatever is near. His grasp on the Asgardian shape is failing, causing red to mingle with the normally bright colour of his iris while the blue shade reclaims his limbs by spreading from each ridge and marking.

Bunching the skirt up a bit, one of your hands disappears underneath it with a clear destination. Although the nimble movement of the fingers is nothing by a shadow underneath the rumpled fabric, you help Loki understand exactly what is happening by rolling your hips, guiding your own fingers between then slick folds. And you do nothing at all to mask the obscene sound produced each time a finger slips past the entrance to the core or the growing moans when you tease the clit.

“[Y/N]…” the god groans desperately.

“Yeah?”

Your other hand hasn’t been idle but working your breasts and nipples through the shift. Now you slide it down a thigh and begin to collect the fabric, pulling it upwards inch by inch. It’s torture for Loki. His cock is straining and leaking precum.

“Let me worship your gorgeous body.” The offer’s breathless, making you smirk at his attempt to hide the frustration.

“Don’t want to strain you,” you mumble.

Already kissing a path up his legs while trying to control the impractical headpiece, you whine as the golden horns are stolen for you. Looking up at Loki, however, you change your mind. Fuck me. Battling colours in eyes and skin takes absolutely nothing from the sight. Sex on legs? Sure. And confident, skilled temptation too. But with that thing on his head there’s no doubt in your heart that he does command you.

Straightening up on your knees, it’s a battle to pull the shift off slow enough to maintain some semblance of control. Don’t let him decide anything…else...It lands in a heap somewhere beyond the bed. Bending down to continue the path you’d started, the kisses and bites are only interrupted the few times you have to swat the impatient god’s hands away, each time earning a growl that does nothing but encourage you. You pay particularly good attention to Loki’s hipbones and sensitive area around the cock…but you don’t touch him there.

The balls get a slow lick (resulting in a tremulous gasp) before you move on up across his chest where each nipple get either a kiss of a bite, and by the time you’re indulging yourself with the neck and chiseled jaw, you’ve come to straddle Loki…but you still don’t touch his cock.

“[Y/N…]”

“Patience.”

And I'm about to make it clear It's going down like I told ya I'm the baddest mother up in here

Lips meet, tongues dance. It’s enough of a distraction that you can return a hand to your own sex, causing you to sigh into Loki’s mouth, and as cool hands caress your shoulders and back you realize just how easily the god would be able to push you over the edge.

“My pet.” Insisting arms are pulling you closer, a bigger hand nudging your to take over the sinful ministrations.

“I thin’,” you murmur through teeth pulling at his earlobe, “tha’ we’ve establi’ed I’m no’ ju’ your pet.”

Moving closer, tilting your hips is all it take to guide his throbbing cock between your slick folds until it’s glistening. A bonk from the headgear and a tremulous groan proves the effect it has on Loki. It’s all he can do, restraining himself from rutting into you, and you see the shimmer as his Asgardian shape threatens to fail.

“I wanna fuck you, Loki,” you purr, “don’t hide your perfections.”

His eyes snap open, red outside the blown blackness of lust, making you shiver with anticipation of this wilder side of him as he grows just a smidgen in all dimension while the skin takes on the Jotun characteristics that you’ve come to love.

“There we go.”

Sure, the praise makes him smile crookedly, but the expression changes to that of slack-jawed bliss the moment you begin to lower yourself onto his length. Fuuuuck. Thick, ridged, and cold, the intrusion send shiver rolling through your body and there’s no way to prevent how hard you clamp on to him with your pussy.

Slow at first, and with Loki’s hands tight on your hips for guidance, you ride the god to the verge of the first orgasm. It becomes difficult to maintain the dragging rhythm even with your hands wrapped around the horns for support until a breathy order tumbles from you lips and Loki keeps you in place while he thrusts into you. Hard and deep, the ridges seem to slide across your g-spot with a perfection you couldn’t attain on your own, and soon you’re gasping the god’s name as your cunt spasms and your womb shakes.

“Let m–“

“No!” You’re not done with him yet, raising high enough to release his cock from your hold before you collapse onto his chest. “Not yet.”

“Then allow me to taste you, m’lady.”

How can you say no to that? Rolling off of him, you barely have time to land before his tongue weaves between the shivering folds.

Shit. The moans Loki produces should be illegal, obscene in sound as he eagerly labs at you, there’s no doubt that he genuinely enjoys what he’s doing, and each satisfied hum and groan sends vibrations into your core and still-sensitive clit.

Guiding him by the horns, you bring his focus exactly where you need it. The cold might soothe the burning ache, but there’s no respite from the feverish pleasure rolling through you. A finger, then two and then three are added to the mix and this time he’s got you arching as you practically call out for him. High-pitched and ignorant of a world outside the bed.

“Lo-LoKII!”

You can feel him smile against your core. “Yes, m’lady?”

A cheeky idea pops into your head, and you smile down at his glistening face. “You’ve been so very good, my dear,” shivering subtly from the soaring ecstasy, a pleased sigh escapes you, “I’ll grant you a wish.”

Now that gets his attention. Prowling over your naked form, he reach far enough to explore your throat and jawline with his mouth before biting gently at your ear.

“A wish…” he ponders while sending new shivers down your spine, “I should like to take you on all four. My horns on your beautiful head to hold on to as I ram into your delicious quim.”

A deep kiss seals the deal, but before you turn around, he places the golden accessory on your head. Oh, it’s like that? A golden shimmer radiated like a halo around your skull and you feel the crown tighten until it fits perfectly.

“So…perfect.” Something else than lust burns in the red and black eyes as Loki takes you in.

Suddenly, he’s twisted you around and you scramble to find purchase against the intricately carved wood of the headboard as your god slams his cock deep into you, one hand digging its fingers into your butt cheek while the other grabs hold of one of the horns. The tug isn’t harsh, but it’s enough to force your head back and spine arching in a way that present your ass perfectly for him.

Gibberish. That’s all the words tumbling from your mouth are, but the moans and whimpers are easy enough to understand and they spur the man on.

You’re already keening from the impending bliss when a cold hand snakes around your hips to find the slippery folds and the tiny nerve bundle hidden away there. A few circular rubs is all it takes before you come undone, screaming silently with pleasure.

“My…qu-queennn!”

Cold and hot liquids mix within you, taking away your attention from the sharp bite on your shoulder. Moments later, the two of you have collapsed in an ungraceful heap of tangled limbs and sloppy kisses. Somehow the golden horns disappear on their own.

“I’m gonna…gonna wear that more…often,” you manage to gasp.

The arm that ensnares you and pulls you close is still blue. Big and strong and absolutely perfect like the chest you snuggle against.

“But now we sleep, my dear.”

He placed the palm of his hand on my lower abdomen, “You are perfect.”

His hand remained on me and light seemed to emit from his long fingertips. How could someone so beautiful and angelic, no matter how harsh their features, be so deadly?

My uterus began to clench. 

Desire burned, white-hot and brilliant through me. 

I knew the ache within me would not be soothed-- would not be abolished until his seed had been planted deep within my belly. 

Through it all, I struggled, filled with tenacity. 

My hand covered his and I tried to pry him off me. 

“No,” I said quietly at first, then louder. “No!”

He looked at me, his brows knitting together questioningly, a cruel grin on his lips.

“You think you have a choice?” He spat.

He laughed and the sound seemed to hold enough power to send someone spiraling into madness.

You quirked your eyebrow, “I didn’t think you were home.”

“Why must you torture me so?”

You turned away from the reflections, needing to look at the real Loki and not the inaccessible one in the mirror. Your rear rested on the ledge of the sink and your hips pressing against him-- he was standing so close. Your tight nipple buds pushed against his bare chest and he inhaled sharply. 

You could feel his arousal pushing against his pants.

“What do you mean?”

His eyes became half-lidded and he parted his lips slightly as he tilted his head towards your neck. 

He sniffed, his arms closing around you and pulling you closer to him. 

Loki knelt and you stared at the top of his head feeling like he was worshipping you in some way. 

His nose lingered below your navel for a moment before he continued down stopping right at your womanhood. 

He inhaled deeply, “This…” The word turned into a deep moan. 

Your fingers laced in his hair--he did worship you. You were everything future and everything past that had led up to your union with him.

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The past week had been unbearable. Without thinking your hand would slide over your soft navel to dip under the lip of your panties so you could rub your fingertips back and forth over your bulging clit.

Loki would walk past only to see you, stop in his tracks, take a few steps back so he could get a better look at you fingering yourself only to put an end to your pleasure.

“Ah ah ah,” he would scold, “That is against the rules, pet. And what happens if you break the rules?”

You sighed desperately, removing your hand from your soaking wet folds, “You will take the vibrating wand, turn it all the way up, and edge me to tears.”

“That is right pet and while I love seeing you scream for release and watch your body contort in all sorts of wild and wondrous ways, I know how painful it is for that cherry red clit to become engorged without any release.” Two could play at this game! You had had enough! You had been dating the God of Mischief for over a year now and learned a few of his twists and tricks. Maybe you could adapt them for your own purposes.

You smirked, your finger and thumb feeling, twisting and pulling at your nipples to harden them.

You sighed innocently before cuddling up against Loki’s granite, muscled form. His ivory skin covered by the cool satin sheet.

The buds of your pink nipples tightened further as your own arousal began to spike manically. You tried to pace your breathing, slow and steady as air rushed in through your nose, but through the paced breathing you could feel your aching breasts swell against his shoulders.

Loki seemed to stir, but you continued to deepen your form into his-- melting into him, something you wish he would have been doing as his cock plunged into your lower lips.

If you woke Loki up like this and he found out what you are doing, the sexual punishment he would inflict upon your body would be unimaginable.

Gently, you palmed his hip, hiking your fingers over the edge as you grazed them against his skin up to feel his pecs. They tightened as you glided over them. You could feel chill bumps rising on his skin.

It was now or never. If you were going to go through with this you were going to have to do it now.

You nuzzled the back of Loki’s neck with your nose, breathing in his warm scent. Your brain began to cloud as you thought about your body on his, all of your soft curves pressing up against his hard shape. You wanted to growl with pleasure, to purr, but you settled for a quiet hum. You had to make some noise to distract yourself from the burning twinge you felt building in your uterus.

Your walls clenched and you gritted your teeth in response.

While you placed timid, gentle kisses from Loki’s neck trailing down his upper spine he stirred once more, this time with a growl that sent shivers through you.

He huffed sleepily, clearly annoyed by your actions.

His chest rose and fell as he took a deep breath to clear his mind before he began to drift back to sleep.

You should have given up then, but weeks without a release had made you stupid and careless.

Your hand went to his abdomen feeling the ridges there and the wirey, fine hair that led down to his manhood from his navel.

You pulled gently at the hair, twisting at it and Loki’s abdomen flexed. He growled again, “Careful, you don’t know what you are dealing with, pet.”

You became brazen, “You’re right. I don’t.”

He chuckled at your naivete, “You stumble upon a deadly viper in the forest and you decide to poke at it, even if its venom could incapacitate you?” He asked, you could hear the smile he wore in his voice.

“Are you telling me I am in danger?”

“Oh yes, pet, grave danger. You are dealing with something that you could not possibly control or withstand. I could bring you to your knees, have you any way I like and you would be powerless against me.” He turned to face you, the bed giving way under him, “There is nothing you can do to stop me.”

“You like that.” You observed.

“Oh, I like it very much,” Loki purred.

His eyes burned you in the dark, and your heart began to race. You felt your blood pressure rising. Maybe you shouldn’t have started this. Loki was right. Each moment you were around him you could feel his body giving off lethal energy. He radiated power and prowess. He was dangerous-- even to those he loved.

You slowly pulled your hand back, but Loki grabbed it, snapping, like a dangerous predator that grabbed its foolish prey that had backed away too late.

You could feel his own restraint. Loki was strong, his hand could have easily crushed the bones in your wrist.

“No,” he whispered in a venomous growl. “You have started something, and I will finish it.”

“I--”

Before you could finish Loki had pushed against you, throwing you down onto your back. You cried out in shock and he smirked.

“Don’t look so frightened, pet. I won’t harm you...Much.”

His hand went to the back of your neck with surprising gentleness and he moved towards you for a kiss. With the way he was kissing you it seemed that he wanted things to start slow. He wasn’t one for a slow burn, but every now and then…

It didn’t matter, you wanted to tease him. To drive him wild and push him to the limit. You slipped your tongue between his lips to swirl around his own tongue.

Your lips closed around his lower lip and you began to suck, he pulled away and you nipped him on the lip.

He growled. His hand sliding down to the small of your back to pull you towards him, crushing your hips against his erection.

You sped things up-- you were impatient and had been for as long as he had been denying you.

You broke your kiss again to begin trailing kisses of passion down his neck, moving down further to his hard chest-- his pecs twitched under your lips as he lifted his head from his pillow to glance at you.

You hesitated and his breath caught and you scraped your soft lips back and forth along his navel line, the fine hair tickling your sensitive mouth. Loki let out a sigh and you continued, pleased.

“That smirk on your lips is too much,” Loki said and you glanced up towards him to find that he was watching you again.

“That is erotic.” He looked directly into your eyes.

“Is it?” Your lips closed around his hard length and you swirled your tongue around his cock while you slowly moved your head back and forth. Your saliva was acting as a lubricant and you began to use your hand as well, pumping it back and forth.

Loki’s body would tense up with pleasure. He would jerk and a moan or sigh would escape his lips.

Just hearing his pleasure was driving you wild.

You backed up, his precum was thick and began to drip from your lips onto the head of his cock.

Your tongue flicked across the top of his tip and trailed down towards his sack, massaging there-- his body tightened and he moaned loudly, his breath coming out faster.

You took this as a sign that what you were doing was working and you closed your lips around his sack, sucking as he cried out your name.

“Oh, Norns.”

You released his sack and moved to suck on his tip, moving down his length, taking him in as deep as you were able.

Loki could no longer restrain himself, he laced his fingers in your hair, grabbing you and forcing you faster and harder on his cock until his fingers closed around your throat harshly and he brought your face up to look at him.

“I am going to fuck you and force you to cum for me, over and over again until you can no longer stand it and your legs shake.”

It had worked! You would finally get the release you had needed for so long!

With his fingers still clasped around your neck he moved you to lay on the bed as he rose to be above you. His form was dark as it covered the light from the moon that trailed in from the open window. His rigid muscles were outlined by the light, making the curves on them appear silver. You knew he was a god but seeing him like this, you could see his terrifying, lethal form in all it’s immense, captivating glory.

His eyes glowed from his desperate need to take you and his teeth were visible in the dim light as he clenched them.

One of Loki’s hands remained around your throat and the other raked down your body to rest at your engorged, overly sensitive clit.

As soon as his fingers touched it you let out a whine-- it was much too sensitive.

Loki didn’t seem to care, he was taken in an animalistic desire for you. He slammed his solid cock within you and you cried out, something that only seemed to encourage him and make him become more rough with you.

“Ah,” you called out. You could barely form words, “‘Lo-Loki, easy.. Too Much.”

“No!” he growled, his eyes burning ever brighter.

You grabbed the back of your legs, hoping it would help relieve some of the pressure, but Loki just pushed himself faster and further into you. Though you were lying on the bed it seemed as if he wanted to fuck you into the floor. His groin and sack were smacking into you loudly and you cried as he went deeper spiking your cervix causing both a painful and pleasureful sensation.

His fingers began to rub in a quick circle on your clit, rising to the tempo with which he was pounding into you and within seconds you lost it.

You cried out, your eyes squinting shut as an orgasm raced through your bloodstream lighting all of your neurons on fire. Your back arched from the bed and Loki immediately stilled, panting, placing his hand on your chest trying to hold you down as you continued to ride out the orgasm, your body bucking from the overwhelming wave of sensations.

“Norns, I can’t-- oh, oh,” and he pumped into you, fucking you even faster than before. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he cried out as his hot cum gushed into you forcing another orgasm to roll through your hips.

His cock throbbed deep within you as it finished pumping his seed within.

Your eyes opened and you searched his face. Loki’s hair was falling from behind his ears and you lifted your hand to sweep it back in place.

He leaned his cheek against the palm of your hand. It was surprising for him to fuck you like that and be so completely gentle with you.

“Damn you woman,” he breathed, “I can’t stop myself from giving all of me to you. I can’t stop myself from giving you this world and all the rest.” You giggled, “I learned from the, Master…”

“Oh no, you didn’t learn any of that from me. You have far surpassed the Master, little pet.You are a force all your own and you get what you want, my Queen.”

You moved closer to him, bridging the gap between you, “I get what I deserve.”

“And you deserve so much more,” he whispered as he placed a kiss of longing on your lips before pulling back to look at you again, “So much more.”

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Everywhere I went I painted the tail of the wind with my intoxicating scent. Of course, this wasn’t always safe, but I had been trained by the monstrous, mad scientists that raised me. I was unbelievably strong and was meant to be a breeding *whore* to create super soldiers. 

I was an experiment gone wrong. All of my sisters were too. All of us failed. It was something I always found laughable. 

We were all deemed infertile. The pheromones they so ruthlessly injected us with made us alluring, but ironically it nuked our reproductive organs. No sweet bundle of baby joys would ever be a product of me, and in truth, I liked it better that way. I can imagine that with my background I would be a horrifying parent. 

I essentially was a super-soldier. I could practically strangle a man with my bare hands within moments. I could hit someone on their shoulder hard enough that their head would come clean off. When I was a kid, and not very strong I would walk past dandelions doing the same thing. Hitting them hard enough for the flower head to pop right off, all while I ran along wearing a white dress, bows in my hair musical laughter pouring from my lips. Innocence turned to corruption-- it has always been there. 

My text notification chirped and I pulled the phone out of my pocket with a quick glance at the screen. I was meeting Willow at her art showing tonight. I had promised and I was going to come through for her. Being around a group of people like that always made me antsy, all of them would be horny and wanting to grab at me being in close proximity but luckily, Willow mentioned there was an open bar. When I was able to get a little buzz, the anxiety from the surrounding horn dogs usually lessened and I could loosen up, even give them a little of what they wanted. 

I turned the corner and approached the art studio building, “Montross Art Studios” a golden wire looking sign read. It swayed back and forth in the wind as the breeze began to pick up. I could only hope that when I opened the door, the wind would not blow my scent within the art studio. In close quarters it moved slowly, but if the wind stirred the air it would be a scent spread like wildfire. 

I was lucky. The wind had stopped long enough for me to get inside the studio. The door creaked loudly on its hinges, but the studio was full of laughter and chatter, blues music playing over the speakers. 

I scanned the sea of faces looking for Willow’s dark bob and big brown eyes. She was around somewhere, I could sense it. I knew I would run into her eventually and my nerves were already jumping and on highwire so I decided to go to the bar and grab a drink. 

A handsome man stood up against the bar, his posture excuding cockyness and confidence-- of course, if I looked like him I would do the same thing. His hair was shockingly black and his eyes were bright green. He was leaning over the counter of the bar talking in an erotic purr at the bartender who would laugh intermittently while he took a clean wipe towel and rubbed different glasses, making them have a shine. 

He took a sip of a green drink and placed the cup on the bar to move a strand of his black hair behind his ear, exposing his sharp jawline. I was usually not nervous when approaching any sex, but this man at the counter made me feel uneasy. I weighed my options, continue to feel anxious and on edge throughout the art gathering or face one man for a few moments, order a drink, and feel the calm settle over my brain like a security blanket. The choice was easy, a few minutes of discomfort was much easier than discomfort the remainder of the night. 

I made sure to walk as smoothly as I could, so as not to stir the air. When I made it to the bar I kept my distance from the attractive man who oozed danger all about him. 

“Hi there,” I paused while I looked for the bartender's name tag, it read, “Joe?”. I giggled, “ You aren’t sure if Joe is your name?”

He shot me a shy smile back, “If I made a beautiful woman like you laugh then I have succeeded. For you, I’ll be whoever you want me to be. What’ll you have?”

“Just a martini please.” I glanced from the side of my eye at the dark-haired man standing beside me. I could feel his piercing gaze. “Joe, she was mistaken, she will have what I am having.”

I looked at him, wide-eyed, my eyebrows going up. Joe seemed confused, “She said she would like a marti--”

The man standing beside me cut him off, his eyes boring through Joe and into the wall, “Absinthe, Joe. Get the lady Absinthe.”

Joe’s face went blank and he immediately began to pour Absinthe. A chill went down my spine, I had never seen someone command something with such force. I quickly began to rethink the drink. Screw this, I could be uncomfortable the rest of the night. 

Once the bartender had finished preparing the Absinthe he lit the sugar cube on fire. I could not deny the color of the Absinthe combined with the bright burning flame was beautiful. I smiled to myself enraptured by the fire. For a moment I felt alone in the room, the fire holding my attention. It was so beautiful. 

“Your complexion is glowing.” The twilight satin voice brought my thoughts back to the current situation. 

I looked away from the flame, “Just a trick of the light, everyone looks captivating against the allure of firelight.”

The man was silent as he continued to watch me, his eyes half-lidded. 

“I think not,” he whispered, “you’re special…”

I feigned ignorance, after all he was just feeling the average effects of being too close to me. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” I wanted to take a sip of the absinthe, something to keep my mouth busy so I no longer felt the need to carry on this conversation. 

Just then, the door to the studio opened and a gust of wind blew in stirring the air around me, making my hair twirl along my back and shoulders. The flame above the absinthe blew out. Shit!

It was as if time stilled, the man beside me went rigid-- his body freezing, all except for his nostrils which flared dramatically, taking in my scent. His eyes fluttered closed and his head reclined slightly back. Strangely, blue lines were creeping up his neck, and his skin began to darken. 

My eyes searched the crowd, Did anyone else see this? 

His eyes shot open, burning and completely red, “What were you saying?” 

I had to get out! “Uh, gotta go!” I turned to leave, but his fingers quickly closed around my arm. “Not so fast,” he warned. He was strong, superhuman strong. I should have easily been able to break his hold on me but his grasp was like chains of solid iron. 

Just then Willow approached. The mysterious man released my arm, but not before Willow saw him holding it. 

“What’s going on here, Loki?” She asked, a concerned look on her face. 

I answered instead. “I’m so sorry Willow, I got a call. I’ll try to see if I can make it next time.” I ducked my head not wanting her to see the lie. 

Her face fell, disappointment covering it, “Well, okay, if you have to go, I understand.”

I began to walk away, towards the door, towards freedom, “I’ll call you!” I called out over my shoulder and the door slammed behind me. I never looked back to see what the man was doing or if he was watching me, but every fiber of me felt like it was the sugar cube still sitting on the absinthe, on fire, burning brightly-- a flame that would never extinguish. I knew he was watching me as I walked away. 

Usually, I don’t have this kind of reaction, but my body screamed at me to get away as fast as I could. It was as if my brain knew, from all the strength and training that I had, even I could not hold my own against the man in the art studio-- Loki was it? What an odd name. I shoved my arms, hurriedly into my cloak and quickly flipped up the hood. I carried around a thin cloak oftentimes, it helped keep my pheromones in one place and not billowing all about-- plus it looked kinda cool. 

With each step I took, my anxiety increased. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being followed. I sped up my pace only to hear what sounded like footsteps approaching at the same speed as my own. I glanced back, the wind tugging ruthlessly at my hood. No one was there. It was only me, the echo of my footsteps. I was alone and so close to home. I would be safe soon. 

My heart was racing and my blood was pumping, making a whooshing sound that filled my ears and pounded around my head. Every few moments I would glance back only to see an empty sidewalk and a few dried leaves skirt by, pushed on by the wind. 

Dusk had settled, not doing anything to help my nerves, and street lamps flickered to life. The harsh light pooled down at the sidewalk interrupting any chances I had at using my night vision. I would try to peer out past the bright lights towards the edge of the trees or across the sidewalk from where I loped, but all I could see were shadows with hunger in their eyes and saliva dripping from their teeth. None of it was real, my fear was making it all up. My imagination was running wild and I knew that as soon as I made it back home and my locks were in place everything would be right in the world. 

Wait… There, what was that? Footsteps not matching my own approaching from behind, my breath caught in my throat and I opened my mouth in case I needed all the air possible for a scream. I was so close, so close to home-- just around the corner and I could rush up the steps, past the lonely, naked lady fountain, past the gardenias making the night smell aromatic, past the garden bed, past the empty swing that often rocked back and forth in the cool night air as it creaked out a forlorn tune, all the way up seven steps to the threshold of my *home*.

I opened the old iron gate, tossing it shut behind me without ever looking back. My hood flew off in my hurry to get inside and I skipped up the steps taking two at a time. The keys were already in my hand and I forced them into the latch turning while I simultaneously twisted the knob. 

The smell of the sage I had burnt early trickled out. I inhaled deeply, the sigh that left my parted lips was one of triumph. I had made it. I shrugged out of my cloak, exposing the skin on my shoulders. I tossed the keys towards the stand near the door and they landed with a sharp clack. The house was dark, but it didn’t matter. I let the darkness of my home envelop me like a warm blanket. I teased my arm along the wall feeling towards the light switch, bracing myself for the moment the lights would come on when I heard a low rumble as someone across from me cleared their throat-- a growl from a hunter. 

Panic choked me, my eyes grew wide with fear and I could acutely see myself from somewhere else in the room. I stood, frozen with terror, unable to move.

“You’re wondering how I came to be here. How I knew this humble abode was yours.” Loki’s sultry voice purred at me from the shadows, just above a whisper. “The fountain out front is a nice touch.” He stalked towards me, the shadows sliding away from him to expose his predatory form. The blue tendrils that had begun to crawl up his skin in the art studio had taken full effect. His skin was now a deep blue hue with exotic markings and his eyes were a violent red. They glowed and cut through the darkness. Had he been bitten by some ghastly bug that had bestowed this monstrous, yet alluring form upon him?

Suddenly, my brain jump-started. I pushed away from the wall, running down the hallway and towards the kitchen. I needed a weapon! Anything. 

It was no use! Somehow the devil named, “Loki” was there-- it was as if he appeared from thin air. 

“There is no use in fighting it. You will soon tire, and I will not soon grow bored.” He glanced at me, his eyes glowing feverishly. 

I reached for a large knife, serrated and as long as my forearm. *This would do the trick*, I thought, right before it turned into a snake within my grasp. I yelped dropping it before running off again towards the dining room. Had something been slipped into my drink to make me have delusions?

I stopped, my back against the wall, my shoulder blades hurting. My chest rose and fell as I heaved. Loki walked, smooth as a water dancer, into the dining room. His chin was tilted down and a deranged smile was on his lips. He was beautiful-- there was no denying it. 

When he reached the rug under the table, I pushed off the wall, my palms lifting and shoving the solid oak table towards Loki. 

But with a simple wave of his hand, it stopped in thin air, never touching him. He moved his hand to the side as if swatting at a lazy fly and it smashed against the wall next to me. How? How was he doing this?

He laughed and I wanted to smile in response, I would do anything to hear that sultry laughter again. “You are clever. I like that about you,” he said as he moved towards me. I stayed against the wall. Clearly, running was useless. I clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes. 

“Ooo-- you plan to fight me then?” his eyes went up and down my body, lingering on my hips and my heaving, sweat glistening breasts. “How,” he paused a smile spreading to his face again, “...admirable.” 

He stopped inches from me and part of me wanted to reach out to touch the lines etched on his skin. Were they scars? Had they ever caused him pain? I bit my lip.

“I wouldn’t,” he warned, his voice causing goosebumps to race across my skin and my nipples to tighten. 

I lifted my hand, reeling it back to hit him with all of my strength. It would stun him, for sure. Anything I could do to get out of this situation. 

Too quick, and he saw it coming. My wrist hitting his hand made a loud smacking sound and Loki laughed as if he was amused by my animosity. 

“You are a feral thing aren’t you?”

I grunted, getting ready to slam my forehead against his. He managed to see that one too! His other hand went to my throat, his cool fingers closing around my windpipe. 

He was too strong-- it was incredible. His power was immense. 

Loki leaned towards me, his fingers sliding up my throat to push my jawline. I tried to withstand him, but at last, I submitted. I turned my head to the side and he slid his pointed nose up my neck, inhaling deeply. 

“I can’t possibly help myself,” Loki said aloud, though more to himself than to me. 

“Any reservations, my delightful pet?” he asked, polite as ever, as if he wasn’t holding me against my will. 

“Yes,” I spat, “Go fuck yourse--”.

Loki’s finger went to my lips, shushing me. “My, my, what a foul mouth you have.”

Stupidly, I opened my mouth, taking his finger between my teeth as I bit down. Loki didn’t flinch, instead, he chuckled and removed his now slick finger from my mouth. Though he was smiling, I could feel dark rage rolling from him in waves. “Watch me,” he commanded, and compelled, I couldn’t look away from him.  

His hand slid down to the hem of my dress, pushed past it and pulled gently at my thong, exposing my weeping, wet opening. His masterful fingers plunged within me forcefully, and I cried out in pleasure and in surprise. 

“Ohoho, you like that don’t you? You have wanted this since you first laid eyes on me. Haven’t you?” Loki asked. 

I looked away from him, not wanting to admit what I had in truth felt from the beginning. I wasn’t ready to admit it. 

“Answer me!” he growled as he curled his fingers within and without faster, his thumb rubbing around my aching clit in tight circles. 

The more he rubbed his finger pads upon the spongy tissue of my g-spot, the more I lost the ability to speak-- to form coherent thoughts. I moaned in response. 

“Very well, Pet. That is answer enough. I need to hear you speak for me again.”

*Speak for him again?* What did he mean by that? 

I leaned closer to him, drawing him towards me. My lips closed on his own, and my tongue pried at his lips, coaxing him to part them. He did as I bid, an unspoken communication taking place. And when he opened them I bit down, tasting his blood in my mouth-- it was cool and tasted of the darkest berries. Poisonous yet delicious. 

I had surprised him and a hiss escaped his lips as he pulled away from me. He had recovered quickly, regaining his composure. 

“Fool me once…” His strong arm closed around my waist, and I cried out. “You shouldn’t have done that, Pet.”

He threw me down, effortlessly and I hit the couch, the springs bouncing against my weight. 

He removed his clothes and his body met mine, his soul touched mine. His skin covered me like the waves of the sea that caress the sand of the beach. 

Loki pulled back from me, looking at me hungrily. His hand came up to graze at my breast. I could tell he wanted to slow down, to take all of me in, but something in him or the beast in me made him rush on. 

He pushed his way into me, and I whimpered, his length filling me entirely. 

I rolled my eyes back in my head as visions danced behind my eyelids. A lightning strike met a lone tree, igniting it, making it burn brilliantly. A fox took down a hare, killing it as its narrow jaws closed down around its neck. A herd of wild horses, free and unbroken, stirred the dry-packed earth of a desert-- their mouths open in a song that echoed throughout a canyon. A bird plummeting down, wind flowing through its outstretched wings, 10,000ft. down. 

Loki’s deep moan aroused me further. I opened my eyes to find his muscled form taken in the throes of ecstasy. For a moment, I wondered if he had seen what I had seen, but the thought was gone as quickly as it came. 

Loki’s body stilled as if he was trying to slow down and savor me, but my hips continued to move and buck. I grabbed his narrow hips, pushing and pulling at him, fascinated by the blue tint his skin had against mine. His hand grabbed at both of my wrists, bringing them up easily to rest in confinement above my head. 

“Fuck it,” he breathed raggedly and he sped up his pace, his fingers closing harshly around the bones in my wrist.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh.” Loki thrust into me, his cum pumping against the opening of my cervix.

In response to Loki’s words, my body came without warning and my back arched, legs shaking as I cried out, my walls clenching down around him. 

Loki’s breath was cool against my neck, a welcome sensation. He stilled above me before turning to lay beside me. I watched his every move, my eyes full of wonder.

“What?” he asked. 

“Nothing,” I replied, “Well, I guess I’m just surprised.”

Loki read my mind, “In the manner things played out? I must admit, I am surprised by this myself.”

I shook my head, “It’s normal. For you... Anyone else, really. I have a curse or an ability. When I was young I was forcibly given a serum that creates a pheromone that causes an irresistible attraction towards me.”

“I knew you were special, but even regardless of that, you are special because you were created for me.” He nodded, knowingly. 

I glanced at him, surprised, “How do you mean?”

“You saw my skin change to blue, my red eyes-- the lines upon my skin. I am part Jotun-- something I can explain more later. Without any control, my true mate will force me into Jotun form without my consent. Something that will not placate until my sexual needs and union with the mate is fulfilled.” 

I was speechless. I needed time to process this. 

After a few moments of silence, Loki muttered, “Mushrooms.”

“Huh?” 

“Mushroom stew. A writer friend of mine recently taught me how to make it.”

“Oh-- uh, cool,” I responded, confused and unimpressed.

“Are you hungry? I am completely famished. I’ll make it for us.” He looked at me, his green eyes shining like stars in the dark. It took me a moment to realize he was waiting for me to say something. 

 I smiled, it was evident he wanted things to work. “Sure, Loki, that sounds delicious.”

“Perfect.” He bent his neck, his face coming towards me and he placed a shy kiss on my lips. 

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Loki’s deft fingers shifted a piece of paper away from my work as he peered at it. Though his face was still turned towards the art, he looked up at me. I was struck by how innocent he looked like that. For a moment I caught a glimpse of what he might have looked like as a small child-- perhaps trying to apologize for something he didn’t do, trying to cheer someone else up who was angry over a broken vase or the like. It was odd seeing him like that. 

“I see nothing amiss here,” Loki said, his lashes casting shadows in his luxurious green eyes. “No.” I pointed, my finger floating near his, “Look there! It’s all wrong.”

Loki’s eyes trailed back down, to where my finger gestured-- making a tight circle in the air as if I was trying to wave the problem away with magic. 

“Hmmm,” he hummed, “Ah, Norns, yes. I see it now! Oh, how ghastly!”

“You do, really? I know! It is terrible. I can’t stand it!” I replied, finally content that he saw what I could see. 

His hand grabbed at mine, his fingers linking through my own. “No, my love. I see nothing but beauty.” He brought my hand to his lips to kiss it. I could see the pencil smudges on my fingers turning them grey. 

I tried pulling my hand back, “Loki!” I sighed, “Stop pretending like it is fine. It isn’t!”

He chuckled, “Ophelia, not everything has to be perfection. Why can you not see the beauty in the imperfect? You are much too hard on yourself.”

“Loki…”

“Well, what about me, Ophelia my love? I am not perfect. Not by any means, yet you still think I am good and pure.”

I scowled at him, “Not at this particular moment, Loki!”

His mouth went into a straight line. He may have been wounded by my words, but he wouldn’t say so. I felt bad for being so snappy with him. 

“I think you need time away from,” he gestured at the drawing, “your art.” I could tell he wanted me to know it was not simply a drawing, but the expression of emotions and the soul on paper. 

“That’s fine! I’m never doing it again anyway!” I was being dramatic and I knew it. I also knew Loki was probably right, but I wanted to be upset at this moment. I was unhappy. I deserved to at least feel how I wanted to. 

Loki did not respond, instead, he pulled me away from my desk, away from the mess that reflected what was in my mind. 

He took me outside to stand on the porch. It was early morning. I didn’t realize I must have been awake through the night. The soft rays of the sun peeked out from between the branches and green, glistening leaves of the trees surrounding the house. 

“Stay,” he ordered before heading back into the house. He looked back at me over his shoulder, “Undress.” 

I was appalled a bit. I must admit, but luckily Loki and I had a cabin out in the forest, and the only ones that would witness my nakedness would be the critters and creatures of the forest. I shrugged out of my clothes, slightly feeling abashed. My arms went over my breasts and I kept my legs together, as tight as possible, crossing my feet with one another as I stood waiting, awkward. 

While Loki was gone I stayed within my thoughts. Loki truly was very interesting. When I first met him, he came across apathetic. I would have never thought he would go to great links to show someone he cares about how important to the world or to him they were-- but time after time Loki showed me how special I was. He could be filled with madness, lust, jealousy, rage, and the like. I expected those as did many others who met Loki.

It finally hit me. Loki showed those facets of himself, those facets that were expected of him to most people. It took someone truly special and powerful to bring out the rest. Loki himself was a work of art, a hidden one. Only a true artist, like myself, who drew with their whole being could bring out his truth. 

Loki returned carrying several bottles of paint. I quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’ve never taken you as much of a painter.” 

Loki didn’t answer and instead placed the bottles of paint at my feet, holding onto a purple bottle. 

Loki carried no paint brushes or other art supplies and my eyes widened as it dawned on me what Loki was planning to do. 

I watched as his deft fingers opened the bottle, turned it upside down to pour some of the paint onto the palm of his hand. The paint seeped onto his skin spreading into the fine lines of his palm, tracing a map of his life. 

“May I?” He asked, glancing up at me from beneath his lashes, his eyes bright in the rays of the sun. 

The paint could have passed for black if there hadn’t been a golden metallic sheen within the paint. Yet, it was purple, but a violet purple that mimicked that of the cosmos. For without the light of all the stars the cosmos would truly be darker than black-- a twirling void of soulessness and disarray. 

“For your brilliance, your body is a mirror of the universe,” Loki said in a husky voice, his brows were furrowed as he rubbed his hands together and his thumbs and index fingers caressed my forehead, nose, and cheeks. Then with the palms of his hand he cupped and massaged both of my breasts. When most of the paint was transferred from his hands to my skin, he knelt to get another paint tube-- this color was red, but again it had a golden sheen to it making it shimmer and become alive in the dancing rays of the sun. It looked like fire. “For within your womb is a fire that births creativity, intuition, and above all life. Not only does it consume but it is the energy source of all life.” 

I spoke not a word, I was in a trance at the sound of his words. I was under a spell. “Do not ever let this fire burn down to embers. Stroke it, feed it.” As he said this his hand  dipped down, below my navel, below the space between my hips, down, his finger right above the cleft of my lower lips, right above my clit. I drew a sharp breath in between my teeth. Loki continued, he would transfer the paint from his hands to my body to kneel back down to gather more-- he did this until all of me was covered in paint swirling like the universe. 

“Now you see what I see,” he whispered in a hushed tone. “You give birth to art, because you are art of the highest creation. I see you, now you see yourself.” Loki took his index finger, crooking it under my chin to tilt my head up so he could place a kiss of passion on my rose colored lips. 

“It’s alright to take a break from your art from time to time, but never forsake it. You are a wild goddess, your spirit swirling about the void of the cosmos giving birth and lighting all of the stars within the galaxies. You need to put your art, your soul onto paper to share with others so they will know they are never alone. Share the fire of the divinity within you.”

Loki was right, I smiled knowingly and said, “Thank you Loki.”

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