#prof! loki

His lips claimed hers with an intensity that made her knees weak, and she heard herself giggle into his mouth as he reached behind to lock the door. Her body responded instantly to his touch, a rush of heat flooding her core as she pressed herself against the hardness of his body, pleased at his lack of a suit jacket today. 

Classical music played softly from his record player in the corner, the gentle melody a stark contrast to the urgency of their need to fuck each other. Vivaldi, Charlotte realized distantly, recognizing the piece. 

“I couldn’t focus during your lecture yesterday,” Charlotte admitted as Loki kissed her neck, and her hands slid up his chest to feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “All I could think about was this...”

“I noticed.” She could feel his arrogant smile against her skin. “Your cheeks flushed every time I looked your way. Did you think of my mouth on you? My tongue tasting your sweetness while you struggled to stay quiet?”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, dampening her panties more as her body prepared itself for him. “Yes,” she gasped, unable to lie. Her honesty was rewarded with another searing kiss and deep groan from him.

With practiced ease, Loki maneuvered her backward across the room, groping her ass as he pushed her towards his desk. She delightedly ran her palms down the expanse of his back, feeling the shift and play of his shoulders as he moved against her. 

Her lower back hit the wood of his desk, and he broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. His own were dark with desire, the blue nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils. A few strands of black curl fell across his forehead in a way that made him look younger, wilder.

“Now, kitten, I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you’re going to be quiet.”

Kitten?! The use of a nickname combined with filthy words caused Charlotte’s heart to hammer against her ribs. 

“Yes, sir,” she managed, her voice already trembling with anticipation. She was going to try her hardest to be quiet, but she knew it would be difficult.

His fingers deftly found the zipper of her skirt and drew it down with her panties in practiced ease. A gasp escaped her lips as her wet pussy was exposed to the cool air, and she smiled up at him. He returned her expression with a wicked smile, and she clenched her thighs together. 

Loki pulled the hem of her sweater, his touch leaving trails of heat against her skin as he slowly pushed the soft fabric upward. Unlike the quick disposal of her skirt, he took his time with this, savoring the gradual reveal of her body, a slow unveiling that heightened her anticipation. 

Charlotte stood before him in only her black lace bra, which she had deliberately chosen for today. She loved this one– the delicate fabric cupped her breasts, offering them up like a gift to him. Despite her heartbeat loudly drumming in her ears, a surge of pride swelled within her as his eyes darkened at the sight, his lips parting slightly in appreciation. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Charlotte felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, her body responding to his approval as much as to his touch. Loki easily removed her bra, the lace joining the growing pile of discarded clothing, leaving Charlotte completely bare before his hungry gaze. 

With a fluid motion, Loki lifted her onto his desk. She settled back, propping herself up on her elbows, a position that thrust her breasts forward in unconscious offering. Loki accepted the invitation without hesitation, his head bowing to her chest, his mouth finding her flesh with urgency. 

His lips and tongue moved messily across her skin as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue finding her nipple made her head fall back, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her. He licked and sucked with single-minded dedication, the suction creating a direct line of sensation from her breast to her aching cunt, where wetness pooled and gathered. 

One hand came up to cup and massage the breast not currently receiving attention from his mouth, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a pressure that balanced expertly on the edge between pleasure and pain. His thumb brushed across her nipple in teasing circles before pinching lightly, causing her hips to buck, her pussy clenching with need. 

A breathy gasp escaped her as he grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive peak, and Loki paused in his ministrations to look up at her, a warning clear in his expression. Charlotte bit her lip, nodding.

“Down,” he gently commanded as he pushed her chest down, her back slowly laying on the desk that had warmed under the sunlight. His stare traveled over her body with palpable heat– he looked at her as though she were a feast laid out for his pleasure, a delicacy to be savored and devoured. It made Charlotte want to simultaneously shrink and disappear and moan loudly like a wanton whore. 

Looking up at Loki as he stood between her spread legs, his usually perfect appearance had begun to fray at the edges– his hair loosening from its styled perfection, his cheeks flushed with desire, his breathing noticeably quicker. 

The afternoon light caught in his dark hair, highlighting strands that appeared almost blue-black in certain angles. His eyes, so often cool and distant, now burned with an intensity that stole her breath.  God how she wanted to see his body, his muscles rippling and tensing as he fucked her hard. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard length out, which sent a jolt of anticipation through her. 

Loki’s hands moved to her legs, grasping her calves with firm pressure and lifting them to rest on his clothed shoulders. He entered her in one swift thrust, his cock easily breaching her tight hole. 

“Oh god…” she gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface of his desk.

The sudden fullness, the delicious stretch of her body accommodating his impressive size, caused Charlotte’s eyes to widen and her back to arch off the desk. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from her as he filled her completely. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to how big he was. 

Loki’s eyebrows furrowed as he withdrew slightly, only to thrust forward again with deliberate precision. “Quiet,” he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper that somehow carried more authority than a shout. 

Charlotte felt her inner walls clench around him, a reflexive response to the exquisite pressure against that perfect spot inside her. Her eyes, unfocused, drifted to the tiled ceiling, and she wondered briefly if anyone walking in the hall could hear them, but the thought was quickly swept away by another precise thrust. Who fucking cares. 

“Such a dirty bitch,” he darkly chuckled as he began pounding into her rhythmically, the desk creaking slightly with each movement. “Laying here spread out for your professor. For me to fuck as I want…have my way with…” She bit back another moan as he fucked her hard and fast; he wasn’t going slow today. 

Loki’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his large palms cupping and massaging them. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, circling the sensitive peaks and pinching them.The dual stimulation– his cock filling her completely at this angle, his hands working her breasts– was almost too much to bear. Charlotte felt her eyes drift close, surrendering to the tide of pleasure washing over her, allowing herself to be carried away.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you,” Loki ordered, through harsh pants.

Her eyelids shot open immediately, her gaze meeting his. His eyes were wild, untamed, like those of an animal— it was so fucking hot. 

She watched his face as he fucked her, mesmerized by the intensity of his expression, the flush spreading across his cheekbones, the way his jaw clenched with effort. “You feel that, kitten?” he growled, his voice dropping even lower. “Feel how perfectly you take me? How your tight little cunt grips my cock like it was made for it?”

Charlotte nodded, unable to form words. She bit back another moan as Loki fucked her hard and fast, his rhythm unrelenting as the wet slaps of their flesh echoed around them. His hands trailed down over the taut plane of her stomach, fingers splaying wide. One hand moved to grip her hip while a thumb reached her clit, finding the swollen bud with precision and applying just the right pressure.

The sudden, additional stimulation caught Charlotte off guard, sending a pulse of such intense pleasure through her that she couldn’t contain the wanton cry that spilled from her lips. In an instant, Loki’s hand shot forward, covering her mouth firmly with his palm. 

“I thought I told you that you need to be quiet,” he spat, the words were delivered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight with the effort of maintaining his own control as his hips maintained their punishing rhythm.

Against his hot palm, Charlotte moaned again, the restriction only intensifying the pleasure coursing through her. There was something deeply erotic about being silenced this way, she was going to come any minute. Fuck. The scent of his skin filled her nostrils with each slutty pant.

Charlotte’s eyes remained locked with Loki’s, unable to look away even if she wanted to. His thumb moved more insistently against her clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, creating a perfect symphony of stimulation that had her climbing rapidly toward climax. Charlotte could feel the tension building, a coiling pressure that demanded release. Her inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a hiss of pleasure from between his teeth.

Loki shifted his weight forward, his body leaning over Charlotte’s as he braced a forearm on the desk beside her head. She cried out into his hand from the sensation– her legs still draped over his shoulders but now pressed closer to her chest, opening her even further to his relentless invasion. She felt split in half, the angle was brutal but exquisite. Her hands moved unconsciously to his arms, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. 

This new position shifted him deeper inside, and his thrusts became more insistent, more focused. Charlotte could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her with relentless precision, her body stretched around his thickness.

Loki’s face hovered inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin, his hand still firmly clamped over her mouth. The proximity was overwhelming– he surrounded her completely, his presence inescapable, his dominance absolute. He bared his teeth as he rammed into her, his expression feral. Sweat dampened his brow, causing inky strands to cling to his forehead. 

Sweat tickled her skin, gathering in the hollow of her throat and between her breasts, making her body slide against the desk with each powerful thrust. The intensity in her abdomen built rapidly, her muscles tightening as Loki’s cock abused her g-spot relentlessly. Each thrust seemed more powerful than the last, his rhythm becoming less controlled, more urgent. 

“You like this, don’t you?” Loki asked in between low grunts, his hand gently squeezed around her mouth. “Having to keep quiet while I fuck this tight little pussy of yours? The fear that if someone were to hear you, we’d be caught?” His filthy words made her tighten around him. She knew she should feel shame, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

A muffled “mmhmm” in agreement was all that Charlotte could muster, fighting her eyes from fluttering closed as the coil inside tightened. 

“And what if I tied you up?” he continued. “You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you, kitten? Bound and at my mercy, unable to move while I take my pleasure from you, while I explore every inch of this delicious body.”

She nodded as she looked into his wild blue eyes. She wanted him to tie her up, fuck her, use her, do anything he wanted to her. The muscles in her thighs tensed, and a sharp heat spread throughout her body.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. “Come for me, kitten. Let me feel you. Show me how good I make you feel.”

That pushed her over the edge. Charlotte’s orgasm ripped through her with devastating intensity, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her without mercy. The world dissolved around her as her eyes closed tightly, reality fragmenting into pure sensation– heat and pressure and ecstasy radiating from her core outward until even her fingertips tingled with it. Her muffled cries of ecstasy were swallowed by Loki’s palm as she convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, drawing him deeper into her body.

The rhythmic clenching of Charlotte’s cunt around him proved to be Loki’s undoing. Each pulse of her orgasm gripped his cock in exquisite pressure, a milking sensation that pushed him rapidly toward the edge. His rhythm faltered momentarily as the first wave of his own climax approached, his hips jerking forward in an unconscious bid to bury himself deeper within her welcoming heat.

Loki gave one final, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt within her as he came with a barely contained groan that reverberated through her chest.  His body trembled slightly as the waves of pleasure washed through him, his hips making small, unconscious movements that prolonged his release. Charlotte’s oversensitized flesh registered each tiny motion, each pulse of his cock inside her sending ripples of aftershock through her still-quivering body. Deep, ragged breaths filled her ears as his head fell next to hers, his loosened curls tickling her cheek.

Loki’s hand slipped from her mouth, and Charlotte gulped in air, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Her eyes slowly opened, the cream colored walls coming into her periphery as they remained joined, heartbeats slowing as they came down from their high.

To Charlotte’s surprise, a low chuckle escaped Loki’s lips, warm breath cascading over the damp skin of her shoulder. The vibration of his chest against hers sent delicate aftershocks through her still-sensitive body. She felt herself laugh in response, a breathless, intimate sound that bubbled up from somewhere deep and unguarded within her. Their quiet laughter mingled in the sunlit air between them while the soft classical music played in the background.

Loki adjusted his belt and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, watching as Charlotte collected her clothing off the floor with wobbly legs, still shyly covering her body with her hands when she could. 

He allowed himself to enjoy the view, appreciating how the late afternoon sun played across her body, catching the subtle sheen of sweat still visible on her skin. There was something particularly satisfying about watching her reassemble herself after he had so thoroughly taken her apart. His body hummed with a pleasant exhaustion, muscles loose and mind clear in a way that only ever followed particularly satisfying sex.

“Well, thanks, Loki. That was fun,” she said, her voice carrying that particular blend of satisfaction and awkwardness that followed their encounters. Loki watched as Charlotte pulled her panties back on. The thought of his cum pooling in between her thighs as she sat in her next class sent a new wave of heat through him. 

“Oh it was my pleasure, kitten. Although for someone who was instructed to be quiet, you weren’t particularly successful.” Loki gracefully walked to his tea cart, poured a glass of water, then took a seat on the couch.

A blush crept across her cheeks, but her lips curved into a smile as she focused on clasping her bra. “Maybe you should try harder to keep me quiet next time.”

“Is that a challenge, Miss Baker?,” he replied, enjoying the playful defiance in her expression. 

Her grin widened. “Maybe.”

“Well I would enjoy taking you up on that.” Loki raised his glass to her before savoring a sip of the cold water.

She snickered as she glanced at him while she smoothed out her sweater and attempted to tame her wavy brown hair. Norns she was cute. Loki felt a swell of amusement and maybe guilt? This young woman was putting herself back together after he had just bent her in half and fucked her ruthlessly– the least he could do was have a casual conversation with her. 

“Did you do your reading?,” he asked, immediately regretting his unintentionally professional tone. Of course she did.

“Of course I did, Professor,” she replied, winking at him as before she took a long drink from the water bottle she brought. 

“And what did you think?” 

“Well I thought it was really interesting and totally against what people– humans– thought about how you influenced Norse mythology.” He watched as she pulled out a small compact mirror and reapplied her rose-colored lipstick with practiced precision.

“But of course Dr. Folger would probably disagree,” she continued in an annoyed tone. “What’s his deal, anyway?” 

“Do you mean that terrible combover?,” he joked as she perched on the arm of the leather couch, her posture relaxing. It didn’t go unnoticed to him that she chose not to sit on the couch near him. 

“No, his deal with you. I mean, he basically said those of us in both classes have to ignore what we learn in yours. He just seems so...miserable?”

Loki considered her question, and looked down to the swirling water in his glass. “Well that is my fault, I’m afraid.” 

“Why?”

“Well, I exist,” Loki said with a slight shrug. “His entire career had been based on the myths around my family. When we first met, he was incredibly unwelcoming. And I wasn’t exactly forgiving, either. I may have… provoked…him on occasion.”

The memory made him wince internally. Folger had spent decades building theories about the psychological symbolism of the Loki myths, only to have the actual god appear and render his life’s work obsolete. Loki had even sent the man an annotated copy of his own published works with merciless critiques in the margins. 

“I get that his life changed– all of ours did when Thor came down here. But you’re Loki Laufeyson, with thousands of years of stories to tell. How incredibly fortunate as a scholar to have the actual source to talk to! I can’t believe he wouldn’t be excited about that!” He felt a beam of pride in her indignation on his behalf. Probably just post-sex hormones.

“Yes, well, I think he saw the reveal of our existence as a personal affront to his life’s work,” Loki explained, watching the play of emotions across her face. 

“Imagine dedicating decades to understanding something, building your reputation on your unique interpretation, only to discover that your fundamental assumptions were wrong. It’s not merely academic for someone like Folger. His identity, his sense of self, is deeply entwined with his expertise.”

Her brow furrowed in thought, creating a small line between her eyebrows. Why did that comment appear to bother her?

“For him, it was an existential crisis. If he was wrong about something so fundamental to his life’s work, what else might he be wrong about? What meaning does his contribution have if the very subject of his study contradicts his conclusions?”

Charlotte’s expression softened as she absorbed his explanation. “That actually makes me feel a little sorry for him,” she admitted, then quickly added, “But he’s still a terrible teacher.”

Loki laughed, “On that point, we are in complete agreement. And while I find Dr. Folger’s attitude irritating, it’s hardly the worst slight I’ve endured in my long existence. So I decided to hold back my opinions and life experiences around him, and he ignores me. He seems to appreciate that arrangement, and we have had no more quarrels.”

Charlotte studied him, her hazel eyes thoughtful. “You know, for someone who’s supposedly a cruel jerk, you can be surprisingly understanding…"

Loki felt a flare of discomfort in his chest. “Careful, kitten. Do I need to gag you with my tie?” he replied, pivoting his tone to a sexual nature.

“Promises, promises…,” she giggled softly as she hopped off of the couch, throwing him a flirty smile as she walked towards her bag. 

Surprised at her abrupt end to the conversation, Loki set his glass down and stood to escort her out of the room.

“Have a good weekend, Professor,” Charlotte said with a final warm glance as she reached for the door.  

“You, too, Miss Baker,” he responded with a nod. As the door closed behind her, Loki allowed himself a moment of reflection. She was going to be more trouble than he anticipated. And he was going to enjoy every minute. 

-> Chapter 12- Denial

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The city museum they went to had been small but exquisite, housing a surprising collection of impressionist and pop art works. After the museum, they’d wandered into a bookstore – the kind with creaking wooden floors and shelves that reached to the ceiling. Loki had been all over her– pushing her up against the shelves and grinding his hardon into her hip while he whispered dirty things in her ear. It had been a delicious torture– every touch had been calculated, designed to leave her in this state: happy, comfortable, and simmering with need.

The day had been absolutely perfect. 

Well, except for his driving, which was absolutely horrifying. She had made him promise to drive the speed limit, and he had reluctantly obliged. 

“What has you so pleased with yourself, Miss Baker?,” Loki asked, his eyes flicking from the road to her face and back again.

“I didn’t expect to have such a good time today.”

“So you anticipated boredom in my company?” Loki raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. 

Charlotte giggled, “No! No, I liked it. I liked being with you out in public. And seeing you more relaxed, watching you get excited about things. Your eyes get this look when you’re genuinely interested in something….it’s cute.”

“Cute, hm?” Loki’s lip curled into a small smile.

Charlotte took a steadying breath as she looked out at the blurring trees in the passenger side window. She had to ask him. The thought had been on her mind all day, as he walked her through the world together, like a couple. Would it be too pushy? Too much to ask? Maybe. But she had to. 

Her focus shifted back to the handsome man driving the perfectly pristine car.

 “So... we’re dating, right? Like, I can call you my boyfriend?” 

Loki’s eyebrows shot up, and his eyes glanced at hers. “Boyfriend? Who exactly are you planning to use that term with?”

Charlotte fidgeted with the strap of her purse. “Well, my friend Michelle at least. I told her I was sleeping with a professor, but she doesn't know it’s you, though. I made up someone.” 

“Lying again, Miss Baker? Tsk tsk. You’re really getting adept at that.” He was obviously pleased.

“Because of you!” she lightly swatted his arm. “Before I met you, I was a paragon of honesty and virtue.” 

“I have that effect on people,” he replied, not bothering to disguise the pride in his voice. “So what do you talk about with Michelle?”

“Oh... well, you know, that you’re basically a sex god, and I’ve never had it as good with anyone until you.”

The car slowed as they approached a red light. 

“Really? Is that so?” Loki’s hand wandered to her knee, his touch light but deliberate. He didn’t take his eyes off of the road. 

“Loki, I come harder with you than I ever have with anyone,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a whisper as the heat in her cheeks rose. “It’s just...you’re something else.”

He squeezed her thigh, his hand running closer to the warmth in between them. “Yes, I know exactly how to touch you, where to touch you. Don’t I, Kitten?” Loki bragged, his voice a velvet rumble that vibrated through her. 

His fingers moved higher, teasing the seam of her leggings, and Charlotte felt herself melting into the seat. Her brain began to short circuit with arousal, heat building under the collar of her flannel shirt.

The light turned green, and without warning, Loki removed his hand.

He smirked, accelerating smoothly, as if nothing had happened. Charlotte blinked, trying to gather her scattered thoughts. The abrupt shift left her frustrated, her body still humming with unfulfilled desire. 

Charlotte rolled her eyes, “You’re avoiding the question, Loki.”  

He sighed dramatically. “Do we have to categorize our arrangement?”

“We’re not seeing other people, you’re taking me on dates. I think that classifies you as my boyfriend.” She drew out the last word teasingly. 

Loki winced slightly. “That term seems woefully inadequate for a being of my stature. ‘Divine consort’ would be more fitting.”

An uncontrollable snort erupted from Charlotte with amusement. “I am absolutely not referring to you as my ‘divine consort’!”

“Fine. I suppose if it simplifies matters for you, I can endure being referred to as your... boyfriend.” He said the word with such distaste that Charlotte had to stifle another laugh.

“You’re so generous,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Indeed. My benevolence knows no bounds.” He pulled the car into an empty spot of a quiet parking lot and cut the engine. 

“Now, are you absolutely certain you want to cook? We could just as easily order in.”

“I promise it won’t be terrible, Loki.” Charlotte unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the small car, immediately enveloped by cool autumn air.   

Loki rounded the car to meet her, “Alright, then. I guess I have to trust you.” He didn’t sound entirely convinced. “But I’m picking something out for dessert.”

“You really like your desserts, don’t you? I think someone has a sweet tooth,” she teased. 

His hand moved to her hip, then lower, squeezing her ass gently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shook her head, unable to suppress her smile. “Well, I have a really good recipe for  chocolate chip cookies – will that satisfy you?”

“I’m never satisfied,” he said, stopping her with a hand on her arm. In one fluid motion, he pulled her closer, bending to capture her lips in a kiss. When he pulled back, Charlotte blinked up at him, momentarily forgetting they were standing in a parking lot.

“But yes,” he added with a grin, “cookies will suffice.”

“So, how many bedrooms?” Charlotte asked as Loki methodically arranged their groceries into his cabinets. 

“Eleven bedrooms. And seven other living spaces, excluding bathrooms and storage.”

“Wow…so have you had any crazy parties or anything here?”

“No, I’m afraid not.” He closed a cabinet door with a gentle click. “Just a few cocktail parties for our department.” His lips curved into a slight smile, and Charlotte couldn’t help but imagine him playing host, likely enjoying the power dynamics in having colleagues in his personal domain.

“Hm, interesting, very interesting.” She deliberately adopted the tone of a psychologist making notes about a patient, tapping her finger against her chin.

Loki’s eyes narrowed slightly, picking up on her teasing. “Oh yes? Why is that?” He placed the last of the groceries away, giving her his full attention now.

“Well, why would you pick such a gigantic house just for yourself?”

He approached her with deliberate steps, “Are you trying to analyze me, Miss Baker?” His hands found her hips and pulled her toward him. A warmth spread through her body again at his casual physical contact. 

“Maybe just a little.”

Loki shook his head, the gesture both admonishing and fond. He reached up, threading his fingers through her hair. She felt a dull ache at the base of her head as he gently tugged at the strands while he bent her backwards onto his arm. His strength never stopped surprising her– not the raw power itself, but how controlled it always was, how deliberately he wielded it. Screw the house tour, she wanted him to fuck her right now. 

“I don’t see a recording device,” he murmured, his breath warm against the skin of her neck. “I’m not sure I have to answer your prying questions.” He slowly ran his nose up her throat, inhaling her scent in a way that gave her goosebumps. Charlotte’s head was swirling again, the position and his body making her dizzy. 

“I…I’m not asking for research,” she managed to say. “I just want to know, Loki. I’m asking as your girlfriend.”

His movements stilled. He stopped nuzzling her neck, his eyes raising to meet hers. She felt heat rising inside of her, the ache in her pussy pulsed as a sly grin pulled at his lips. 

“Girlfriend, hm?” 

“Yea, if you’re my boyfriend, I’m your girlfriend…”

Crinkles formed at the corners of his eyes as he smiled devilishly. “Mm not just girlfriend…” He lowered his head back to her neck, and dragged his teeth lightly along the sensitive skin. A small gasp escaped her lips. She could feel his cock now, hard against her hip as he gently thrust against her. Her eyes closed as her instinct to fuck took over, her body responding to his with eagerness. 

Within a moment, just as heat was pooling low in her belly and her fingers were reaching to pull him closer, she felt herself jolted upright, and the warmth of Loki’s body vanished from against her. Her eyes opened, confusion and frustration mixing. “Wha-?”

Loki stood a few feet away now, looking completely composed. “Well hurry up now, before the sun sets.” His voice was light, teasing, as if he hadn’t just been moments away from taking her against the kitchen island. 

All fucking day he had been doing this to her. Torture.

She let out a huff as she stood there, watching him leave the kitchen in long, confident strides. Charlotte ran her hands down her shirt, smoothing the fabric that had bunched up during their embrace, and tried to regain her equilibrium. Her pulse still raced, her body still craved his touch, but she forced herself to follow him. Asshole.

“You’re such a tease,” she called after him, trying to sound annoyed rather than desperately turned on.

“The anticipation makes the reward more intense,” he replied without looking back, though she could hear the smile in his voice. 

He led her into a large living room, complete with a large fireplace dominating one wall, its mantelpiece carved from what appeared to be a single piece of dark stone. Above it hung what Charlotte recognized as ancient weaponry. Expensive, comfortable-looking furniture was arranged to encourage both conversation and contemplation of the view through tall windows that looked out onto manicured grounds and woods.

“And to answer your question: I realize it’s excessive, but I find I prefer space around me.” Loki gestured broadly, taking in the room with a sweep of his arm. 

“Ah...so is that why you chose this giant house? Because it reminds you of home?”

He turned to look at her and for a moment, and she thought he might deflect again. But something in his expression shifted, and became more contemplative.

“Perhaps. Asgard’s palace was...vast. Endless corridors, rooms within rooms, spaces that existed without practical purpose…” A slight smile touched his lips, there and gone in an instant. “There is comfort in the familiar, even when one’s relationship with that familiarity is... complicated.”

He stepped over to a wall that had a large parchment on display. Charlotte followed, drawn both by the artifact and by Loki’s rare moment of openness. The parchment appeared to be a map, but the lettering was in a script she couldn’t recognize.

Charlotte realized she had viewed this mansion as Loki’s display of wealth and power. The possibility that it represented something deeper– a connection to a home he could no longer access, a replication of childhood spaces– had not occurred to her.

“Do you miss it?” she asked softly as she stood next to him. “Asgard?”

“I miss what it could have been…perhaps more than what it was.” Then, as if he had revealed too much, his body straightened. “Anyways, shall we continue?”

And with that, he was closed off again. Not only was interviewing him about his life was going to be difficult, but worry crept into her mind. Would he ever trust her enough to let her see beyond these fleeting glimpses? She dismissed the thought, focusing on the moment. For now, she would take what he offered, just as she had since the beginning. 

The hallways extended in multiple directions, lined with art pieces that spanned cultures and centuries. Charlotte suspected some might belong in museums, but knew better than to ask if he should have them. He showed her multiple rooms, guiding her through them like a casual museum guide: his nonchalance sometimes slipping into obvious pride. He was so cute when he was playing host.

Loki guided her down another small corridor, which was lined with framed sheet music, some looking like original compositions. She wanted to stop and examine each one, but he was already opening another set of doors.

The music room was circular, and in the center stood a grand piano– a black Steinway that gleamed like liquid darkness. It was absolutely gorgeous.  

Charlotte couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face as she immediately approached it, her fingers itching to touch the keys. “Do you play?,” she asked. 

“Several instruments, though none with particular virtuosity,” Loki admitted. “I’ve had centuries to dabble, after all.”

Charlotte circled the piano, admiring its craftsmanship. “This is beautiful. Is it old?”

“Made in the 1920s, I believe.” Loki watched her with evident curiosity. “Do you play, Charlotte?”

She nodded, suddenly feeling shy. “I took lessons for about ten years. Started when I was six.”

“Would you?” He gestured toward the bench.

Charlotte hesitated. She couldn’t remember how long it’d been since she touched a piano. Eight years maybe? But something about this room, the fading light, and Loki’s expectant gaze made her settle onto the bench.

The keys felt cool beneath her fingertips as she placed her hands in position. She began with a simple warm-up, scales that quickly reminded her muscles of forgotten patterns. Then, without conscious decision, she flowed into “Clair de Lune.” The piece had always felt comforting to her, and her body remembered it even as her mind struggled to recall each note.

As she played, Charlotte forgot where she was, lost in the familiar rises and falls of the music. Her posture straightened naturally, head tilting slightly as she navigated a particularly delicate passage. The piano responded beautifully, each note pristine and resonant in the perfect acoustics of the room.

When she finished, she looked up to find Loki leaning against the piano, a gentle smile on his face. “You’ve been holding out on me, Miss Baker,” he said softly. “That was exquisite.”

Charlotte felt warmth spread across her cheeks as she looked back down. “It’s been a while. I’m rusty.”

“If that’s rusty, I’d be interested to hear you at your best. Why did you stop playing?”

She shrugged, running her fingers lightly over the keys without pressing them. “Life, I guess. I was more interested in live shows with friends in high school. Then I got busy in college, then grad school happened, and…” She trailed off. “Sometimes I miss it. The way it feels to get lost in a piece.”

Charlotte played a soft chord, letting it reverberate through the room. “I listen to other things now. Mostly post-punk lately. But classical was my first love.”

“Post-punk?” Loki raised an eyebrow. “That seems at odds with Debussy.”

Charlotte chuckled, “Not really. They’re both emotional, just in different ways.” Her fingers wandered into a simplified version of a song by The Cure. “See? Still beautiful, just rougher around the edges.”

“Hm, I suppose you’re right,” he moved to sit next to her on the bench, not touching but close enough that she could feel his warmth. 

She continued playing, switching between genres, occasionally glancing to see how Loki reacted to each piece. This felt so comfortable, yet intimidating for some reason. Her professor/lover/boyfriend watched her so intensely in a way he hadn’t before. After a soft playing of  “Where is my mind?” she stilled her hands. 

“Thank you for that. It’s been some time since these walls heard such playing.”

Charlotte felt a strange mix of pride and vulnerability and stopped herself from looking into his eyes. “So,” she said, closing the piano lid with gentle care. “What room are you taking me to next?”

“Well, I think this next one might interest you,” he held out his hand to help her stand. 

After leading her to the other side of the house, Loki gently pulled her into a large doorway. Charlotte was momentarily overwhelmed by what she saw: shelves of rich mahogany stretched from floor to ceiling on every wall, each filled with books of varying sizes, ages, and bindings. The scent of aged paper and leather hit her nostrils, and Loki watched her reaction with undisguised pleasure. 

The room was a soaring two-story room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves accessible by rolling ladders. The ceiling featured a painted mural of constellations and a massive fireplace anchored the far wall to her left. The last rays of sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting gold and amber tones over the large couch and two leather chairs on either side of it. It was heaven.

“My library. Though I use the study more frequently for university work. This space is for... personal interests.”

“Holy shit,” she muttered as she entered the room. Charlotte turned in a slow circle, trying to absorb every detail at once. 

“Well, I’m just going to stay here forever. You can visit occasionally, if you bring snacks,” she declared, turning to Loki with a huge smile as she moved toward the nearest shelf. Loki’s eyes gleamed back with amusement.

She ran her fingertip along the spines of books, some looked as though they were at least one hundred years old. The volumes didn’t seem organized by author or subject, but in some personal system she couldn’t immediately decipher. 

Loki moved to stand beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from his body but not quite touching.

 “I’ve been collecting since I arrived here.” He selected a volume from the shelf, “This is a first-edition Whitman. ‘Leaves of Grass.’ Not particularly rare in the grand scheme, but this copy belonged to Oscar Wilde.”

Charlotte couldn’t help the small gasp that escaped her. “Wow, it’s one of my favorites. May I?” she asked, hands hovering near but not touching.

Loki nodded, watching intently as she accepted the book from him. “Open it,” he encouraged. 

As Charlotte carefully turned the pages, she was acutely aware of Loki observing not the book, but her. Her professor’s scrutiny was still both unnerving and thrilling.

“You have excellent taste,” she murmured, closing the volume and returning it to its spot on the shelf.

“I do,” he agreed, and the weight of his stare made it clear he wasn’t just talking about books.

Charlotte tried to cover the blush on the cheek with her hair as she resumed wandering around the room, admiring the carefully chosen artwork and relics that complemented the literary treasures. Her attention was drawn to a large wooden table near her.

She moved closer, her eyes widening as she took in the intricate carvings that covered its surface. Chinese myths and legends had been painstakingly engraved into the dark wood, depicting dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures in scenes that seemed to flow into one another.

“This is extraordinary,” she said, running her fingertips lightly over the carved surface. The detail was so fine she could feel the scales on the dragons.

“I acquired it last year,” Loki said casually, moving to stand beside her. “A small village in Gansu, China. The craftsman was nearly blind by the time he finished it, but refused to let anyone else complete the work.”

“You went to China to go shopping? Just like that?” 

“Well yes, I travel every summer. May as well explore Midgard while I’m here.”

Charlotte nodded, but felt suddenly aware of the vast gulf between their experiences. It should’ve been apparent from his collection in the house, but the reality was settling into Charlotte about how different their lives were. While she had been working constantly to pay rent and student loans, he had been traveling to remote villages across the globe, collecting ancient artifacts like the rich Prince he was. 

“I haven’t been many places, just Sweden for that internship. I’m not sure I’ll ever have the money or freedom to travel like that…,” she admitted quietly, her fingers still tracing the carvings. The statement hung in the air, weighted with unspoken thoughts about their differences. 

What was she doing here? In this opulent house? With Loki Laufeyson? Even though he was no longer a god, they were still from different worlds. Hers was so mundane. So small. She didn’t belong here.

Loki’s large hands reached her hips and turned her to face him. A long finger pulled her chin upwards, forcing her to look him in the eyes. His intense expression was one of a man searching for information. 

“Where would you go?” he asked, his tone almost tender. “If resources were no object, if you could travel anywhere in the world– where would Charlotte Baker choose to explore first?”

The question caught her off guard, pulling her thoughts away from her growing uncertainty. “Greece. Athens and Delphi, specifically. I’d love to see the ruins of the temples, to stand where history took place.” 

Loki’s expression warmed visibly at her answer, his eyes lit with something like approval. 

“An excellent choice,” he nodded, his hand returning to join the other on her hips. She felt the heat of arousal pump through her veins in response to his compliment. “The Acropolis at sunset is a true gem in this realm. The marble absorbs the golden light and seems to glow from within.” 

Charlotte could feel herself relaxing just like she did in class, there was something hypnotic about listening to him tell his stories. Loki subtly maneuvered her backward until the wood table pressed against her backside.

“Tell me about Greece,” she requested breathily. A flush warmed her cheeks, and she knew Loki could see it. He leaned down, his movements deliberate and unhurried. When his lips found the sensitive skin of her neck again, Charlotte’s eyes fluttered closed. His breath was warm against her pulse point as he began to speak.

“The Aegean Sea stretches out like liquid sapphire,” he murmured between soft kisses that traced a path from just beneath her ear down to the junction of her neck and shoulder. “The air carries salt and lemon and wildflowers.” His teeth grazed her skin lightly, drawing a small gasp from her. “Ancient olive groves climb hillsides that have witnessed the rise and fall of empires.”

His hands slid from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her up against his warm body as his description continued. “The white buildings of Santorini cling to cliffs like snow on a mountainside, and the sunsets paint the sky in colors that would make even Asgard’s artists envious.”

Charlotte was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on his words rather than the sensation of his mouth against her skin, the pressure of a day of teasing building inside of her. Her head tilted instinctively, giving him better access to the column of her throat.

“I’d like to see it someday…”

Loki’s silken voice replied, “Perhaps I could take you. Someday. When circumstances allow.”

“To Greece?” she asked, fully wrapped in a haze of arousal, not really registering what they were talking about. 

Instead of answering, Loki’s hands moved to her waist. With a smooth, controlled motion, he lifted her onto the antique table. The new position brought them eye to eye, Charlotte now perched on the edge with Loki standing between her knees.

His intense stare kept her in a heady trance while his hands moved to her thighs, applying gentle pressure. Charlotte responded instantly, letting her legs part further to accommodate him. His body pushed against hers, his hard arousal flush against her center, making her moan quietly. She felt herself melting into his fantasy as she looked into his eyes that were now consumed with fiery desire.  

“Yes, to Greece,” he finally answered, his voice deeper now, rougher around the edges. His hands slid higher on her thighs, fingertips pressing into the soft fabric of her leggings. “We could have dinner overlooking the Aegean, with nothing but sea and stars surrounding us. Our hotel room would have a balcony facing the water.”

Loki leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing her ear as he continued, “I would have my way with you in that room, Kitten. Against the windows, on the balcony, anywhere I pleased. My lovely little whore, desperate and wet for me.” 

His hips pressed forward, emphasizing his words and eliciting a breathy whimper from Charlotte. All her thoughts were gone as her nerve endings tingled with need– there was just Loki. Only Loki. 

“I would bend you over the railing so you could see the ocean while I fucked you from behind. Everyone would know you were mine.”

Yes. A small whine escaped Charlotte’s lips. She felt impossibly hot, her skin sensitive to even the slight brush of his clothes against hers. The flannel that had seemed so comfortable today now felt like sandpaper, too rough, too confining. All of his teasing today, and now this conversation were making her putty in his hands. Desperate– just as he liked her. 

His voice dropped lower, “Would you like that, Charlotte? Would you like me to spoil you?” One hand slid beneath her shirt, tracing the bra and gently massaging her breast through it. “You deserve it, you know. My beautiful little slut deserves to be taken care of.”

Before she could respond, his mouth found hers, urgent and demanding. The kiss was nothing like the controlled, measured caresses that had come before. This was hunger unleashed–  his tongue sweeping past her lips, claiming her mouth as his hands tightened on her body. Charlotte responded with equal fervor, her arms winding around his neck, her need for him all consuming.

Loki’s hands moved with purpose, hooking into the waistband of Charlotte’s leggings and panties as he broke their kiss. “Lift,” he ordered, and Charlotte raised her hips, allowing him to pull the stretchy fabric down her legs in one fluid motion. The cool air of the library hit her overheated skin, making her shiver.

With no further warning, he positioned himself at her entrance, unzipped his pants, and plunged his hard cock inside of her. Charlotte’s cry echoed off the library’s high ceiling as her vision blurred at the edges, stars dancing behind her closed eyelids as her body yielded to his invasion. Her thighs trembled against his hips, her breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a sob.

“Yess,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Take all of me, little mortal.”

The stretch and fullness of him was overwhelming, the sensation hovering on the edge between pleasure and pain. Charlotte’s back arched reflexively, her body adjusting to his intrusion. Her hands reached for purchase, finding his shoulders and then sliding around to his back, gripping the fine fabric of his sweater.

Loki established a rhythm immediately – hard, fast, possessive. 

“I could give you everything, that’s what a "boyfriend" does, right?” Loki continued, his words flowing like dark honey. “T-Take you to every corner of this little world. Fuck you in the…ruins of ancient Greece….would you like that, Kitten? To b-be bent over an altar and claimed?”

“Y-yessir…,” she keened as her body was jostled on the table. 

His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. The heat that had built all day was already near its peak. The sharp clack of the tabletop against the wood floor echoed with every push, punctuated by Loki’s ragged breathing and the rhythmic slap of flesh. 

“I’d buy you pretty things. Dress you in silks and jewels, then s-strip them away with my teeth.” 

Charlotte’s closed eyes tightened, lost in the fantasy and all consuming arousal of Loki’s plans and his harsh fucking, her body on fire.

“...taking care of my little whore. Making sure she’s too spent, too satisfied to even think about anything else…” His hand moved from her hip to grip her thigh, hitching her leg higher, changing the angle. “Making sure everyone knows who she belongs to.”

Charlotte moaned wantonly as she felt the heat building, the angle perfectly hitting her g-spot. Her walls tightened around his relentless cock, which pistoned into her fiercely. 

Loki’s head dipped down, mouth finding the junction where her neck met her shoulder. His hot breath hovered there, and she knew what she wanted. She wanted him to mark her. Claim her. 

“Y-yes, Loki….do it. Please…”

His teeth sank into the sensitive skin there– not hard enough to break the skin, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark. Charlotte cried out, the sharp pain blending with pleasure in a heady cocktail that made her dizzy while her sopping cunt clenched around him.

“I knew it, my little kitten,” he said against her skin, soothing the bite with his tongue. “You want everyone to see who you belong to.”

“I’m y-yours,” Charlotte heard her voice in a strained moan, the words tumbling out unbidden.

His hips stuttered mid-thrust, a shuddering breath catching in his throat before his fingers dug into her flesh hard enough to leave crescent-shaped marks. “Say it again,” he commanded against her skin.

Any shame was gone, replaced by a primal need to be whatever Loki wanted. “I’m yours Loki…,” Charlotte repeated, louder this time. “Your whore, your slut, w-whatever you want m- me to be…”

Charlotte’s body tensed, her admission a catalyst as she explosively came around his desperate cock, her inner walls clamping down on him as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Stars and red orange colors burst behind her eyelids as her body convulsed, her entire body feeling like it was on fire. 

“My beautiful little whore, w-with her tight little cunt, so desperate to be f-filled.”

His thrusts became harder, deeper, more erratic. The table beneath them shuddered with the force of his movements, ancient wood protesting the violence of their passion. She felt herself pulsing around him, each throb sending electric currents from her center to her fingertips, as she moaned and cried loudly, the sounds echoing off of the tall ceiling and marble floors. 

But Loki didn’t stop. He continued his relentless pace, driving into her oversensitive body with determined strokes. The line between pleasure and pain blurred again as he pushed her beyond what she thought she could handle.

“Too- too much,” she gasped, even as her thighs tightened around his hips. “Loki, I can’t–”

“You can,” he insisted, his voice rough with exertion. “And you will. Give me another one. Show me how much you n-need this…need me.”

His teeth found her shoulder again, biting down with more pressure this time, and to her shock, Charlotte felt herself climbing toward a second peak. When the second wave of pleasure hit, it was more intense than the first. Charlotte’s orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around his length as pleasure radiated outward from her core. 

Charlotte felt thoroughly fucked out, boneless and floating in the afterglow of her release as Loki’s continued thrusts kept her hovering in a state of pleasure that refused to diminish completely, her body bouncing as she clung to him. 

Loki’s movements became erratic, his powerful thrusts losing their calculated rhythm as his breathing turned ragged against the delicate skin of her neck. “Going to fill you,” he growled roughly. “M-mark you inside–”

Her hips burned under his fingers as they dug into the soft flesh, and with a guttural shout that reverberated through the library, he drove into her one final time. Deep, primal groans escaped Loki as his body went rigid against hers, muscles tensing as he came inside of her. Charlotte felt the hot, insistent pulsing of him inside of her, the liquid warmth of his cum filling her completely as he clutched her against his chest.

For several long moments, they remained joined, their harsh breathing the only sound in the book-lined room. Charlotte’s flannel shirt clung to her back like a second skin, damp with sweat that trickled down her spine in rivulets. The heady, primal scent of sex hung in the air, mingling with the library’s perfume.

Loki rested his forehead against hers as the two caught their breath, his cock still pulsing inside of her. Their lips met again, the urgency gone, replaced by something slower and more exploratory. His hands now stroked her sides with gentle appreciation.

Charlotte lazily opened her eyes to meet Loki’s– his normally knife-sharp intensity now liquid and softened with satisfaction, pupils still dilated to dark pools. He brushed a strand of damp hair from her face with unexpected gentleness.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice rougher than usual, like velvet dragged over gravel.

Charlotte nodded and smiled faintly, still too overwhelmed for words. Her body felt both weak with satisfaction and strangely electrified, every nerve ending still singing from his touch. A part of her felt bad for potentially ruining the antique table, her cum sticky against the skin of her thighs.

Loki’s eyes dropped to the marks on her shoulder, now visible where her shirt had slipped down to reveal the constellation of reddened imprints. A satisfaction flickered across his face as he traced a vivid bite mark with his finger, pressing just enough to make her wince. She quickly replaced the expression with a small smile as she looked up at him, appreciating his dampened hair framing his perfect face. 

“I’m all yours, Loki,” she said quietly.

Water cascaded down Loki’s back, hot enough to steam the glass of the shower door. He scrubbed at his skin methodically, watching the soapy whirlpools spiral down the drain. His thoughts drifted to Charlotte interviewing him this morning before she left, the excitement on her face. The nervousness with which she asked him questions, as if she was afraid of what he’d say. Or maybe what he wouldn’t say. Despite his concerns, the session had not been as invasive as he had feared. She was a smart one, and seemed to understand his boundaries well.

Turning off the water, Loki stepped onto the heated marble floor and wrapped a plush towel around his waist. Memories of Asgard floated through his mind. The palace, its gleaming spires catching the light of stars no mortal would ever see. For a fleeting moment, he imagined Charlotte there, mounted on one of the white mares from the royal stables, her face alight with that unfiltered wonder she wore so openly… 

Loki shook his head sharply, droplets of water flying from his damp hair.

No.  

He quickly shifted his thoughts to the task he had at hand today: grading papers. As he finished getting dressed, he thought about how he’d treat himself after such a mundane task. Maybe this evening he would treat himself to a glass of that exceptional Bordeaux he’d been saving, and watch some awful television. 

As he stepped down the staircase, Loki mentally organized his tasks for the day.  His mind was already mapping out which papers to grade first, when he froze, one foot suspended mid-step. The air caught in his lungs as if gripped by an invisible hand.

There, standing in his foyer as if she belonged in this realm, was Frigga. Her golden hair was twisted into an elaborate style, her dress the deep blue of Asgard’s evening sky, embroidered with constellations in gold thread. She looked exactly as she had five years ago, when she’d watched Odin impart his decision for Loki– exile, mortality, a chance at redemption he had neither wanted nor believed in.

“Hello, son,” she said, her smile as warm and knowing as it had always been.

Another figure stepped into the hall from the kitchen– a small, ordinary man. Lang’s eyes widened as he took in the grandeur of the hall, whistling low under his breath.

“Wow, this place is incredible, Loki!” Scott exclaimed, turning in a slow circle as he surveyed his surroundings. “How is it that when you’re banished here, you’re this rich?"

What the hel were they doing here? What was this all about?

-> Chapter 18: An Assignment

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As she straddled his hips, he had let her explore his body for the first time. And just like she had imagined, it was perfect. Loki’s face remained calm, collected, despite his stomach muscles twitching when she lightly dragged her fingernails by the waist of his buttoned pants. She swore he had held back a moan.

His indulgence of her request– to see his skin, to touch him– gave her more of a thrill than she had anticipated. He had let her lead for a few, indulgent minutes. Relinquished control and let her guide their afternoon fun. Of course, it didn’t last long– he couldn’t handle the teasing and took over, forcing her hips onto his harshly, making her come undone on his cock. This morning as she had toweled off in her bathroom, she noticed the delicate bruising from his grip– little marks of his passion that still remained on her skin. 

God it was hot. All of it. She was like an addict, and Loki was her drug. 

Weeks into their affair, Charlotte and Loki had found their sordid routine. She would arrive at his office hours, ready to escape into their world of debauchery and lust. On Wednesdays, she had to race from his office to class across campus with his cum dripping out of her, which she was surprised to find incredibly arousing. Tuesdays and Thursdays she’d be his attentive student, and the other days of the week she’d be his desperate slut, taking whatever he’d give her.

And he’d given her even more than she had hoped for. Loki loved being in control, and Charlotte reveled in it. He was really into this whole dom and sub thing. How far would this go? Would they end up with a safe word? A safe word with Loki Laufeyson, former God of Mischief, sounded so insane. But it was real, it was what Charlotte was really experiencing. 

A thrill hummed in her body, heat spreading throughout as she reminisced. She had never tried these dynamics before, but something about him unlocked this desire inside of her. For her whole life, she had to be disciplined. But letting go, and letting him take the reins lit her on fire. 

And the degrading names he called her? Normally coming from someone else, it would be insulting and terrible, filling her with rage. But from his beautiful voice, it seemed almost complimentary. She never would have thought she’d enjoy sucking off her professor and being called a “cockslut”, but here she was. And her pet name was becoming a comfort– a secret identity he had crafted just for her– not Charlotte the graduate student, but his kitten, his pet to take, please and claim with his godly cock.

But despite all of the intense, amazing sex they’d been having, her worries around them getting caught were getting stronger, anxiety beginning to creep in the back of her mind. She was beginning to dislike that he often had to cover her mouth to muffle her screams and moans. That she had to be careful, quiet. She wanted to hear him loudly moan and growl and command her, instead of whispering in a low voice (though she didn’t entirely mind that). 

But this is how he wanted their affair to play out, and she wasn’t going to push him. She knew she couldn’t get carried away– no, this was just sex. Amazing, life-changing sex. And she was thankful to have what little of him he gave her. She knew that eventually he’d move on, and that would be okay.

Her mind briefly flitted to a name: Raj. No, it was different this time– she’d protect herself.

“What are you staring at?,” a whispered voice next to her interrupted her thoughts. 

Shit. Had she been that obvious? Charlotte blinked, her eyes refocusing on Professor Laufeyson’s commanding presence at the front of the room. 

“Oh! I wasn’t looking at anything, just kinda spacing,” she quickly tried to recover as Ryan looked at her suspiciously. 

Charlotte watched as Loki, frustrated with a student, emphatically explained an Asgardian ruler’s timeline. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you space out, Charlotte. Seriously, what’s going on with you lately?” Ryan leaned closer.

“Oh…I…uh…met someone. At that club we went to a couple weeks ago,” she glanced at him casually, trying to maintain calm. 

Ryan’s eyes widened with interest, his expression shifting from concern to eager curiosity. “Ahh I thought so. Well that’s cool, good for you! Does he go to school here?”

“No…actually he’s already graduated. Nothing serious, but it’s been a fun distraction.”

“Must be some guy to have you this distracted during Laufeyson’s class. I mean, you’re usually hanging on to his every word like it’s gospel.”

Charlotte felt a tightening in her stomach, but before she could respond, a sharp voice cut through the classroom, causing both of them to snap their attention to the front.

“Have you not been listening to a single DAMN WORD I’ve been saying?! GET OUT. GET OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!,” Loki bellowed at a student, pointing towards the door. His frustration radiated across the first row of seats, the kind of palpable energy that made students shrink into their chairs.

Loki’s eyes shot towards Charlotte and Ryan. His jaw tightened visibly, a muscle twitching beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. God he was hot when he was mad. 

His eyes met hers for just a heartbeat, his eyes cold and unreadable. She failed to keep her expression neutral, concern causing her eyebrows to draw together. The classroom fell silent, everyone startled by the sudden eruption. The disruptive student muttered angrily under his breath and stomped toward the door, slamming it on his way out.

“Yeesh, what a grumpy asshole,” Ryan whispered to Charlotte. 

“Yea…,” she shrugged slightly in response. She shook her head, trying to dismiss her lover’s outburst as she focused on her notebook, determined to shake her intrusive thoughts. A month ago, she was distracted with thoughts of fucking her Professor, and now that it was actually happening, she still couldn’t stop. She really needed to get better about controlling herself, and keeping her infatuation at bay. 

Charlotte’s hair fell in disheveled waves around her face, her eyes half-closed and unfocused as she rocked against his thigh. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, creating little marks in his bespoke suit jacket.

“Defiant student, still thinking of me while you’re supposed to be paying attention,” he darkly muttered. His hand came down in a gentle spank against the curve of her soft bottom, firm enough to sting but not to hurt. The sound of his palm meeting flesh echoed in the quiet office, immediately followed by Charlotte’s stifled moan. Loki’s cock throbbed in the tight confines of his pants. 

Her pace increased, her hips grinding more insistently against his strong quadricep muscle. Her lips, swollen from their earlier kisses, parted on a plea, “Please, sir, may I–”

“No,” he interrupted, his tone firm despite the swelling heat in his crotch. “You don’t deserve my cock today.” He punctuated his denial with another light spank, watching Charlotte as she gasped, her body jerking forward as her hips instinctively ground harder against him, her eyes closed.

Fuck, he was enjoying this. There was an intoxicating power in restraint, in denying both her pleasure and his own immediate gratification. His fingertips tightened on her hips, as his eyes glanced to his leg. Her wet folds were soaking her panties, her mess dripping all over his pants leg. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” Charlotte whined, her breasts bounced enticingly with each movement, nipples hard and begging for attention that he deliberately withheld. 

Loki chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating in his chest. “You can’t help yourself, can you? You’re just a little slut for me, desperate for my cock.” Loki felt himself throbbing painfully now, his body demanding release even as he enjoyed this game. 

“Yes sir, I am, sir,” she whispered with no hint of shame.

 “Please,” she begged again, her voice breaking with need. “I’ll be good, I swear. I’ll pay attention in class. I’ll–”

Charlotte’s movements grew more frantic, her breathing shallow and quick. Loki recognized the signs of her approaching climax– the flush spreading across her chest, the tension in her thighs. She was close, teetering on the edge of release.

He watched a helpless whimper escape her as he flexed his muscular leg against her sopping cunt. It took all of his considerable self-restraint not to lift her body and impale her on his aching member. The thought of her tight heat enveloping him made his jaw clench with need. No. 

“You’re done now,” he stated, “You may not come.”

Without warning, he lifted her effortlessly off of his thigh. Charlotte’s eyes flew open as he placed her body on the couch cushion beside them. She stared at him, bewilderment replacing the haze of pleasure. Her chest heaved with each breath, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the afternoon sunlight. 

“What? Why?”

Loki kept his expression stern, though inwardly he burned, reveled in the power he held over her pleasure. “You’re risking us both by your behavior,” he explained, his tone softening slightly. “If you cannot control your reactions in the classroom, you draw attention to us. Attention we cannot afford.”

Charlotte’s disappointment was palpable, while her desire was still evident in the trembling of her thighs. Beneath her expression of frustration, Loki detected understanding– she knew he was right.

Loki rose from the couch with deliberate slowness, his movements controlled despite the near-painful arousal straining against his trousers. Charlotte raised her head, her gaze falling to the obvious bulge in his pants. She bit her lower lip and tentatively reached a hand between them.

“Can I–?” Charlotte asked as she leaned forward slightly, eyes fixed on his thick erection standing proud before her.

For a heartbeat, his resolve wavered. Charlotte looked at him with an exaggerated pout that somehow managed to be both innocent and provocative. How much he wanted to make her dazed and cock drunk. 

The memory of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him, of her eager tongue tracing patterns along his length, was vivid and enticing. It would be so easy to step forward, to tangle his fingers in her hair and guide her mouth to him, to find release in the sweet suction of her lips. 

But that would defeat the purpose of today’s lesson in restraint.

“No, not today,” he said, his voice emerging rougher than he had intended, betraying the depth of his own desire despite his attempt at control. “If you’re good, I’ll let you have my cock on Friday.”

With unhurried movements, unzipped his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confinement. Charlotte’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, her eyes wide as she looked up at him from her position on the couch. He towered over her, his tall frame blocking the late afternoon sun, casting her in his shadow– exactly where he wanted her. 

Loki’s fingers wrapped around his swollen length, the contact sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. He maintained eye contact with Charlotte as he began to stroke himself with long, measured movements, his gaze holding hers captive. Her breathing was shallow as she watched him, pupils blown wide with desire. 

“Is this what you wanted to see?” he asked, his voice a silken purr. “...what you fantasized about yesterday?” God he was so fucking hard. 

Charlotte nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Professor.” Loki felt another surge of heat to his already achingly hard cock, where precum began to bead. He denied her and she still wanted him. Needed him to defile her. A little whore for her professor, always wanting to please him. 

He braced his free hand on the back of the couch, leaning over her, his cock now mere inches from her face. “You want this, don’t you?” he spat, his breath becoming ragged as he felt his climax building already. “You’re desperate to taste me, to feel me filling that pretty mouth of yours.” 

Charlotte nodded, not breaking eye contact. “Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hands resting on the couch beside her, fingers digging slightly into the cushion as if to prevent herself from reaching for him without permission.

His hand quickened, thumb catching the ridge beneath the swollen head with each upstroke. His jaw clenched tight enough to ache, teeth grinding against the pressure building at the base of his spine.  The pleasure was building with each stroke, each slide of his palm against sensitive flesh, threatening to tear sounds from his throat that he hadn’t made in centuries. His fingers gripped his cock with precision, his pulse quickening as he lost himself in the rush of his lust. 

“You’re going to be a good girl now. Sit still and let me come on you. Would you like that? To be marked by me?” A tremor started in his thighs, spreading upward as his breath hitched. 

“Yes, sir,” Charlotte breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her quickened breathing. “Please.”

The plea nearly undid him. His eyes briefly fluttered closed, giving in to the intoxicating sex that filled the room. The veins of his cock pulsed with every pump, and pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip, joining his hand in wet sounds of skin on skin. Let her see what she did to him, how she affected him.

Loki’s free hand, still braced on the back of the couch, tightened its grip. The leather creaked in protest, a sound that mingled with his increasingly uneven breathing. The pressure was building to an unbearable degree now, a tidal wave of sensation gathering force at the base of his desperate cock, ready to crash through him at any moment. 

“This is a reminder,” he said, his voice strained. “A reminder of who’s in charge. Who decides when you come. Who decides when I come.” Each phrase was punctuated by a stroke, his rhythm becoming less measured, more urgent. “And right now, I decide that you get to wear my seed on your pretty tits while you go home aching and empty.”

Loki’s eyes opened to look down on his student. Charlotte grinned, sultry gaze looking into his, and extended her tongue out. The sight of her pink tongue, extended and waiting, sent a jolt of pleasure so intense through Loki that he had to tighten his grip on the back of the couch to steady himself. 

She was so filthy, so willing to let him mark her. She wanted it. Needed it. 

His cock throbbed painfully in his hand, his thighs tensed, his abdomen tightened, his breathing became shallow and quick. He could feel the tightness in his balls as the pressure built. They drew up tighter against his body, heavy and full, preparing to release their burden. The head of his cock had darkened further, the slit weeping clear fluid that occasionally dripped onto Charlotte’s waiting tongue.

“Good…g-girl–”

A molten core of pleasure exploded from the base of his spine, radiating through every nerve in waves that made his knees weaken. His cock pulsed in his grip, each throb sending electric currents up his shaft and into his abdomen.

With a harsh groan that he couldn’t quite suppress, Loki felt himself peak, watching as his seed erupted in thick pulses, landing in hot streaks across Charlotte’s face and breasts. His hand continued to move, coaxing every drop from his throbbing cock, ensuring she was thoroughly covered with his essence.

Charlotte’s eyes had closed instinctively when the first stream hit her face, but they opened again almost immediately, looking up at him with an expression of wonder and satisfaction. She kept her tongue extended, collecting what had landed there, while the rest decorated her heated skin like abstract art. 

“..Yess…” he groaned, his hand still working the last pulses from his cock. “Take it all...”

She swallowed what she had caught, a hum of contentment in her throat that made his already sensitive cock twitch painfully in his hand.

Loki’s breathing gradually slowed, his heart rate returning to something approaching normal. The daze of pleasure still tingled through his limbs, a pleasant heaviness settling into his muscles. His hand finally released his softening cock as he stood for a moment, admiring the sight of his release and how it transformed her into a canvas for his pleasure, warm cum all over her eager face and pert breasts, some of it sliding down in slow rivulets that caught the fading golden light. 

Charlotte, without being instructed, moved her delicate fingers to gather his cum from her own skin with a small smile, her eyes fluttering closed as she ate his seed. Loki felt his spent cock twitch at the sight, a renewed stirring of desire that surprised him given the intensity of his climax. 

“Eager little thing,” he murmured, unable to keep the appreciation from his voice. “Cleaning yourself up so beautifully.”

Charlotte’s eyelids fluttered open at his words, meeting his gaze as her tongue continued its work. There was a knowing glint in her expression, a recognition that she had surprised him, pleased him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. 

“Very good, kitten,” Loki praised, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “That’s exactly what I like to see…such enthusiasm for pleasing me.”

With his thumb, Loki collected a pearlescent droplet that had fallen to her chin. Charlotte’s lips parted instinctively, and when he offered his thumb to her, she drew it into her mouth with deliberate slowness, her eyes never leaving his as she tasted him with a quiet sound of pleasure. 

Fuck, she was really something. If he hadn’t been mortal, he’d be hard and ready to take her again. 

With a final critical assessment, Charlotte nodded at her reflection in the mirror. Only the slight redness of her lips and a lingering blush on her cheeks hinted at their activities. She emerged from his office bathroom transformed– face clean, hair combed, clothing straightened. Only the slight redness of her lips and the lingering flush on her cheeks hinted at what had transpired between them. 

“Better?” she asked, gesturing to her restored appearance. Loki watched her from his position leaning against the desk, his blue eyes following her movements with unmasked appreciation.

“Presentable,” he acknowledged, “though I confess I preferred the previous version.” 

She laughed, the sound breathier than normal. “I’m sure you did. But I think the campus security might have questions if I walked out of here with bits of dried cum on my face.”

Loki’s lips curved into a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “A valid point. Though the thought of sending you back across campus marked with my seed has its appeal.” 

Heat bloomed in Charlotte’s belly at his words. “Yes it does…maybe next time, in a less obvious way…” She imagined wearing something of his beneath her clothes, carrying his scent on her skin, hidden marks under her collar…

The sound of an alarm on her phone rang out, pulling Charlotte reluctantly back to reality. She pulled it out of her pocket and sighed.

“I should go,” she said finally, reaching for her bag. “I have a shift to get to, and don’t want to be late. Thanks for the good time, Professor,” she chirped as she stepped towards the door to his office. Even though he denied her orgasm, that was still a devastatingly erotic experience.

Despite her composed exterior, her inner thighs were still slick with arousal, her body still hungry for the release he’d withheld. The tension would follow her through the afternoon, a delicious torture that would make focusing on her work nearly impossible.

“The pleasure was all mine,” he replied with a wink, emphasizing the word ‘pleasure’ with subtle mockery.

Such an asshole. Charlotte rolled her eyes as she stepped out into the hallway, not being able to resist a final glance back at her professor. He moved with fluid grace back toward his bookshelf, resuming the afternoon as if he hadn’t just come all over his student.

An echoing slam of doors caught her attention and her head jerked toward it– the heavy library doors opening at the far end of the hallway, and swaths of students exiting in her direction. The sound ricocheted off the marble floors, shattering the intimate bubble of her thoughts. Her eyes flashed back to Loki, catching his startled expression through the still-open crack of the door.

A look of concern washed over his features, those blue eyes widening slightly in alarm. He quickly sat in his chair, sliding it beneath the desk to hide the obvious mess on the front of his trousers.

Charlotte changed her demeanor immediately as she swiftly shut the door behind her, doing her best to appear professional. She hadn’t expected a group of students to be there– no one was ever up here.

Loki’s worried expression flashed in her mind. He hadn’t expected anyone to be there, either. Shit shit shit. The possibility of getting caught sent adrenaline coursing through her veins, mingling uncomfortably with the lingering arousal still humming beneath her skin.

Trying to ignore the fact that her panties clung uncomfortably to her still-sensitive folds, she adjusted the strap of her bag and walked casually in the hall, hoping the burning flush on her cheeks might pass for academic frustration rather than what it truly was.

As she joined the flow of bodies moving through the corridor, Charlotte felt her hands begin to tremble with nerves. She kept her eyes down, focusing on the worn tile floor as she attempted to steady her breathing. The hallway seemed unnaturally bright, the chatter of the students around her too loud, too close.

“Oh my God, did you just have to meet with Professor Laufeyson??” A younger student with wide eyes and a curious expression seemed to appear out of nowhere, breaking into Charlotte’s anxious thoughts. 

Fuck. Think of something quick.

She dramatically sighed, “Yea, he failed me on a paper.” The explanation came easily, slipping from her lips with a conviction that surprised even her. It wasn’t entirely false. She tried to walk past the younger girl before the situation got more awkward. But the student was persistent. 

“And what happened?” the girl pressed, her expression a mix of dread and fascination.

Charlotte noticed that half the group had slowed their pace, ears tilted toward their conversation with poorly disguised interest. Loki’s reputation preceded him; any firsthand account of an encounter with him was like gossip catnip. She deliberately raised her voice just enough to ensure they could hear.

“He said there was no way in hell he’d give me anything better, and told me to get out of his office,” Charlotte manufactured a scowl, arranging her features into a mask of indignation that concealed a surprising realization– part of her was enjoying this. There was something deliciously subversive about perpetuating these awful stories of her professor while knowing the truth of who he was when they were alone. 

“Damn, yeah, I heard he’s a real asshole,” the young student commiserated. “Well, try to have a good night!” She offered a small wave as the crowd began to disperse, students breaking off into smaller groups, heads bent together in whispered conversation.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and Charlotte finally let out a relieved breath. The flood of adrenaline from the encounter still tingled through her body, but her steps felt lighter now, the panic beginning to fade. She glanced back once more, biting her lip at the thought of Loki alone in his office, pacing with worry. 

Part of her wanted to go back, to reassure him that they were safe. That she had told a story the students wanted to hear, and no one was the wiser. 

Then a thought hit her with sudden clarity, making her breath catch in her throat: he was placing immense trust in her by having this affair with her. That's why he had been upset at her zoning out. Yes, they were having fun, but he was trusting her to keep this secret, to protect both of their futures.

He didn’t need reassurance; he had already weighed the consequences and decided she could be trusted and would do what is necessary to cover for them. And he was right.

As she rounded the corner toward the building’s exit, Charlotte allowed herself a proud smile. She knew that whatever this thing was between them, whatever risks it entailed, she wasn’t going to give it up. Not when it made her feel more alive than she had in years, and more seen than she had ever been.

-> Chapter 13- Guilty Pleasure

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“Well, Nathaniel was right,” Loki murmured to his empty car, his voice tinged with sardonic amusement. Rules were not “his thing”. 

Why had he failed her on that paper? That’s what escalated everything. 

You knew what would happen. You always knew this was how it would end up. Loki cursed himself, his recklessness.

HIs hands tightened on the steering wheel as he navigated the bends of the countryside road, the melodies from a forgotten playlist on his car’s stereo had long since faded to the background of his mind. 

He knew this was just the beginning. Now that he had fucked her, he had no intention to stop. His body felt pulled tight, but he now knew he had the relief he had craved. Someone to bow down to him, a beautiful woman who would submit. She’d be his plaything like he’d fantasized about– someone to distract him from the redundant life he was leading. He knew the situation was wrong– she was his student, and he was abusing his power. But he didn’t care. He needed this. 

He knew she needed it, too. The way she had looked up at him in that alley, the pleading look in her eyes when she said she wanted him to fuck her. He hadn’t forced her against that wall; she’d pulled him closer, her hands as eager as his own. That was a raw and unfiltered need, like his own desperate hunger.

Memories of the night flashed through his mind– the way she’d bitten her lip to stifle her cries when he first entered her, the way she clung to hip as if he filled her like no one else could. The memory was so vivid he could almost taste the salt of her skin, feel the rapid flutter of her pulse in her neck beneath his lips. 

Loki felt warmer thinking about how it felt to sink his cock inside of her. The initial resistance as he’d pushed into her, her slippery cunt tight around him, followed by the exquisite yielding as she accepted him completely. Each inch had been a revelation, a conquest.

And that ever-present danger that someone might walk down the alley, might recognize them, might report what they’d seen– that risk had been invigorating, adding an edge to every sensation, every sound. With Charlotte pinned between his body and that brick wall, he’d felt alive again. Powerful. Himself. The risk, the transgression, the sheer wrongness of it all had awakened something long dormant in him– not just lust, but purpose. A reminder that he was not merely Professor Laufeyson, but Loki, a being of chaos and desire who took what he wanted regardless of rules or consequences.

And what if we got caught? The question seeped into his thoughts like a tempting whisper. How could they get away with it? What if someone had seen them in that alley behind the club? His other student? This would be reported and he would lose his job, it would be in the papers. Then Thor would know. Then what? 

Should whispers of their affair slither through the halls of the school, the fallout would be catastrophic. No amount of cunning could save him then; no charm or wit could erase the stain of scandal on her. The damage would be done. 

In this quiet space, he admitted to himself the stark truth: he didn't care if they were caught.

This was what he needed, craved with an intensity that eclipsed caution and decorum. The God of Mischief was finished playing by mortal rules– it was time to make some of his own.

Charlotte knew that he had said he would see her on Tuesday, but she couldn’t wait. She had decided to chance it. His office hours had been hard to find, naturally. They were printed in a tiny font on the final page of her syllabus, and for only for a few hours a week. Of course the hours were at odd times, too: Mondays in the morning, Wednesday in mid afternoon, and Friday at lunch time. It’s as if he planned that so no one would ever visit him. 

The location of his office hasn’t been easy to find, either. Definitely on purpose. As she walked down the quiet hall towards the library, she realized she was incredibly nervous. He had made it very clear that students weren’t supposed to just show up at his office hours– it was by appointment only. Maybe he’d make an exception to see her?  Charlotte’s body thrummed with anticipation, and she felt she was already damp in her panties. 

He was her teacher– someone she absolutely should not be involved with. But Charlotte couldn’t leave it alone, couldn’t stop thinking about the pleasant ache in her desperate cunt after he had filled her. She was drawn to him like a moth to flame, and she wasn’t sure if it was a good or bad thing. 

She had tried to go through the rest of her weekend as if it hadn’t happened, but his shadow invaded everything. His kiss, his skin, his touch. His sharp jawline and his voice dripping with superiority when he talked dirty. The way his unrelenting cock filled her, both a torment and a relief. Her shoulders shrugged back the slight sting on her skin, the area still healing from the scrapes. How was she supposed to survive this?

She had never had a professor kink before, but Loki sure gave her one. Loki…could she call him that now?... obviously got off on their power dynamic, and Charlotte loved it, too. She didn’t know she had this side of her, but something about him made her want to get on her knees. Worship him. Let him do anything he wanted with her. Was that fucked up? 

The reality struck her for the thousandth time since Saturday. She had fucked a fallen god. A god. A shudder of arousal rippled through her body. A being who had traveled to worlds she couldn’t even dream of. Who knew secrets to life that she wasn’t close to understanding. A man who had battled others in multi realm wars for millennia. 

And he wanted her. She thought about the filthy words that came from his perfectly sculpted lips. Soft, yet fierce lips that threatened to devour her. And she was ready to be devoured.

The battle of need pounded through her, deafening as she came to a wooden door in an abandoned hallway. On the door, a placard read “Loki Laufeyson”. 

Charlotte’s knuckles barely grazed the wood before a curt “Come in” cut through the silence. The irritation in Professor Laufeyson’s voice made her stomach flip, but she pushed the heavy door open anyway. 

“It’s just me, Professor,” Charlotte said, her voice soft, uncertain as she slowly opened the door. She stepped in, and was immediately taken aback by the large size of his office– it was some of the nicest real estate she had seen on campus. Book cases lined the left and right walls. Comforts that you would expect in a home, not a professor’s office, accented the space: a large couch, coffee table, record player, and even a small table for snacks and a kettle. 

Her scanning eyes landed on Professor Laufeyson sitting behind a large wooden desk in front of a row of tall windows. Leaning back in his chair, an artful display of indifference, his black hair shimmered in the sunlit room. Charlotte felt her knees go weak, just at the sight of him. 

A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lip– he didn’t look surprised to see her. Arrogant. Sexy and arrogant.

“Miss Baker, please close the door behind you. I thought I said I would see you on Tuesday,” he drawled, standing up from his expensive leather chair.

“I know,” Charlotte replied, closing the door while her voice broke with nerves. “I– I thought we could talk?”

“You didn’t come here to talk,” he said, rounding the desk. His eyes were hungry, tracing every curve of her body as he walked past her. Charlotte heard the click of the door behind her locking, and it sent a chill through her body. 

Slowly, he walked around to face her, but still left space between them. “Even after I’ve given you what you want, you still do not listen,” he taunted.

Oh shit I miscalculated.

Concern began to seep in her mind, unsure if she had crossed a boundary. “I’m sorry, Professor, I’ll leave–”

He suddenly kissed her, and the world tilted. His lips were soft at first, a gentle greeting to reassure her. Charlotte melted into him, dropping her bag to the floor as she tangled her fingers in his silken hair. His hands cupped her face as he explored her mouth again, his tongue searching, massaging her own. The kisses became increasingly more fierce, fevered, and he pulled back. 

“You will not,” Loki said, pulling back slightly, his breath hot against her lips. He stepped back again, space between them as he began to circle her, studying her. Her heart raced, the blood pumping in her ears, threatening to drown out his words.  

“You’re always so good at following directions, and yet you ignored me when I said I would see you tomorrow.” 

Oh, that’s what we’re doing. 

Another game. He wasn’t really annoyed with her. He loved it, this push and pull.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I’ll listen to you next time,” Charlotte whispered, biting her lower lip seductively, as she met his hungry eyes while he passed around her again. What was his plan here?

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? This dynamic?,” his deep baritone voice whispered in her ear, as he leaned his body towards hers from behind, causing a rush to her already aching pussy. 

GOD YES. Not wanting to seem too eager, she simply nodded. 

“Very well,” he said, coming to a stop in front of her with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Kneel here in front of me. I’m sure you know what to do to make up for your disobedient behavior.”

Charlotte didn’t bother to hide her wicked smirk as she bent to the floor. She could hardly contain herself, this was unbearably erotic, and everything she craved. Her knees sank into the pile of the carpet in front of him, heat pooling in her core. 

Her eyes drifted to the bulge in front of her. He was so hard already. Hard for her. Professor Laufeyson looked down, a command in his eyes. He nodded, giving her the silent okay to proceed. 

With trembling hands, she reached up to his black slacks, gently unbuckling his belt and  unzipping his pants, reaching for the cock she so desperately craved. As she pulled it from its confinement, it sprang free, heavy and imposing. Her eyes widened– he was even bigger than she remembered.  She hadn’t gotten a good look in the alley, and now to see it– long and thick in the daylight of his office– was a lot. He was definitely a God.

As her hand wrapped around his girth, her fingers unable to fully encircle his width, the contrast between her pale fingers and his pink flushed skin sent another throb of arousal through her. The weight of him against her palm was substantial, the skin was soft, like velvet over steel. She gently pulled his foreskin down, exposing an engorged head, perfectly red and wanting. A bead of precum had formed at the tip, catching the daylight like a tiny crystal. 

She glanced up through her lashes to find Professor Laufeyson watching her with dark, patient eyes, his composure still intact despite the quickening rise and fall of his chest that betrayed his own anticipation. Charlotte’s mouth watered, eager and ready.

She ran her thumb experimentally over the head, spreading the wetness at the tip in a slow circle. His sharp intake of breath was barely audible, but in the quiet office, it registered like a shout. Encouraged by this small reaction, Charlotte smiled to herself and repeated the motion, adding slightly more pressure.

After several strokes, she leaned forward, her lips hovering just above the tip. His scent filled her senses as she extended her tongue, tasting him with a tentative lick that traced the sensitive underside of his cock from base to tip, savoring his salty musk.

This earned her a more pronounced reaction– a soft exhale that might have been the beginning of a breathy moan before he controlled it. Charlotte looked up again, finding Professor Laufeyson’s eyes had darkened further, his pupils expanded until only a thin ring of stormy blue remained. His smoldering gaze held hers as she repeated the action, this time taking the tip into her mouth.

“That’s right,” he growled. “Suck your professor’s cock.” His hand came to rest on the crown of her head, fingers threading through her hair in a touch that was both gentle and unmistakably controlling. Fuck. It’s like he was made to push all her buttons.

As Charlotte’s lips parted and she took Professor Laufeyson’s swollen dick deeper into her mouth, the weight of his hand on her head guided her movements. Inch by inch, she engulfed him, feeling his smooth shaft slide past her lips and against the warmth of her tongue. He was so huge, so perfect, and she sighed around his hardness, savoring the way he filled her mouth. Her eyes drifted forward with focus, the only visual was his crisp white shirt that had tucked into his pants.

Charlotte slipped her lips further down his shaft, taking almost half of his impressive length into her mouth, while her hand moved to cover the base of his shaft, sliding up and down where her mouth couldn’t reach. She established a careful rhythm, taking him as deeply as she comfortably could before retreating. Her free hand rested on his thigh for balance, and she could feel the taut quadriceps beneath the expensive fabric, the controlled strength he held in check.

Her tongue swirled around the ridge of his head, and his cock twitched inside of her mouth.  A salty tang of precum joined the taste of his warm skin, enveloping Charlotte’s senses. He tasted like heaven. She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction as she moved, and was rewarded with a low groan from above. 

“Good,” he murmured, “That’s it, Miss Baker. You were made for this. So eager to please. So willing to learn.” His voice dropped to a seductive purr, sending shivers down Charlotte’s spine. 

His breathing had grown more pronounced, intermixed with soft grunts, the careful control he maintained beginning to fray at the edges already. Loki’s hips began to slowly rock in time with her movements, a gentle fucking motion that heightened their shared arousal. Saliva pooled in her mouth, slipping down her chin in a cool trail as she took him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head. 

“That’s it. You’re such a good little cock slut, aren’t you?” 

Charlotte whined around him at the demeaning language. God it was so fucking hot, she could feel herself getting wetter from his filthy language. The salty yet clean taste of his heavy cock was almost too much to bear, the high of the moment setting her body on fire, igniting nerves she hadn’t known existed. She wanted more of him; needed more of him inside of her. 

Relaxing herself, she took him even deeper into the hot cavern of her mouth, feeling his cock hit the back of her throat, eliciting a moan from both of them. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she felt a slight pinch in the corners of her mouth. 

“Perfect,” he breathed heavily. “Just like that.” The praise sent warmth cascading through Charlotte’s body, settling low in her abdomen with insistent heat. She felt a surge of pride at bringing this composed man to the edge of abandon. 

She could feel his muscles tensing through his pants as he struggled to maintain control. His breathing came harsh and ragged, and she knew he was getting close as she maintained a steady pace. She pressed her tongue against the soft spot at the base of the head, swirling it around the sensitive spot with devious intent.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his hips jerked forward involuntarily. His hand in her hair pulled her even closer, until she felt herself gagging on him, a loud squelch echoing in the office. After a moment, he loosened his grip, allowing her to pull back and catch her breath, lips still connected at the tip. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the head swollen with his impending release.

Professor Laufeyson’s free hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the stretched corner of her lips where they met his flesh. Charlotte looked up at him without interrupting her motions, finding his eyes intent upon her face. His eyes were darkened to midnight, and for an instant, something unguarded flashed across his features, before she took him deeper again. His head tilted back, chin towards the ceiling and his lips parted with a deep growl.

“Yes, take it all. I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow it down that pretty throat,” he commanded, his hips pushing himself deeper. His controlled breathing had turned into heated grunts, his voice deep and strained as he urged her on. The sound of his pleasure echoed in the room, mingling with the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock.

“Don’t stop. Just like that. Don’t–”

With one final, forceful thrust, Professor Laufeyson tensed, a deep groan ripping from his throat while his hand tightened almost painfully in Charlotte’s hair. She felt his cock pulse in her hand and on her tongue as he came, his seed shooting against the back of her throat.  She swallowed reflexively, greedy for every drop of him. The salty tang filled her senses as she continued to suckle on him gently, milking every last drop down her throat from his contracting shaft. 

Loki’s rough voice murmured curses in a language she didn’t know as he rode his wave of pleasure, his hips still gently bucking. Charlotte kept her mouth wrapped around his cock, her lips and tongue working in concert, coaxing every last shudder, every involuntary twitch of pleasure from his body. She slowly eased her efforts, letting her mouth linger in a softer, gentler caress as the aftershocks tremored through him.

Above her, her professor’s chest heaved, his usually perfect composure shattered. His head bowed with eyes closed, a faint but genuine tremor in his thighs. His hand in her hair was gentler, stroking now rather than gripping.

She continued to gently lick and suck up his shaft, softly running her fingers up and down his length. Her eyes fixed on him as the waves of his pleasure gradually subsided, and his breathing steadied. She slowly removed her mouth from him with a “pop”, and brought her sleeve up to her chin to wipe the drool that had poured out of her mouth. She knew she looked a mess, but she didn’t care. 

Professor Laufeyson looked down at her, his expression dark yet somehow tender. His hand, which had gripped her hair with such authority moments before, now traced a gentle path along her cheek, thumb brushing across her lower lip. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. Charlotte gently captured his thumb in her teeth, and sucked on it, winking up at him. He let out a soft gasp, “Oh Norns, what am I going to do with you….”. 

Professor Laufeyson’s hand guided her away from his softening cock as he began to rectify his clothing. She watched as he tucked himself away with efficient movements that somehow maintained his dignity despite the circumstances. 

He bent down, his hands grasping her upper arms with gentle firmness, drawing her to her feet in one fluid motion. Before she could find her balance, his mouth claimed hers again in a gentle kiss. Their tongues explored each other again, but her heightened arousal made her push firmly against his body, her hands pulling at the back of his suit jacket as she increased the intensity of their kiss. 

When they finally broke apart, both were breathing harder than before. His eyes had darkened again– even though he just came, desire still simmered beneath the surface. She was absolutely soaking for him, and her thighs involuntarily clenched at his look. 

His hand moved from her face to gesture toward the leather couch. “Sit,” he suggested, though the word carried the weight of instruction rather than request.

Charlotte complied, her legs still unsteady as she made her way to the couch. She sank into its embrace, the cushions conforming to her body with expensive softness. She tucked her feet beneath her, suddenly conscious of the disparity in their states– her professor once again immaculately composed while she felt thoroughly disheveled, her hair a mess from his hands, her lips swollen. She self consciously ran her fingers through her hair, straightening the dampened strands his hands had gripped.

“Would you like a glass of water? A cup of tea?,” he asked, breaking the silence as he walked towards the cart in the corner– casually, as if he didn’t just have Charlotte on her knees, sucking his cock. The domesticity of it made her dizzy. Am I in a dream? 

She bit her lip to hold back a large smile, and leaned back against the couch. “Uh, tea would be nice. Thank you, sir,” she answered hoarsely, her throat still sore.

Loki turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “There’s no need for that at the moment, although I do enjoy it.” He winked, wicked and arrogant.

“Okay, Professor,” she replied, her voice shaking with a nervous laugh.

He chuckled, rough and warm. “And you may call me Loki. We have been together carnally, and hopefully, we will continue to do so?”

“Yes!” Charlotte blurted, then felt her cheeks heat at her eagerness. “I mean, yeah, I’d really like that.”

Loki’s smile widened. “As would I.” He stood still for a moment, one long finger caressing his bottom lip as he looked at her dreamily. “It would seem that there is a magnetism between the two of us that neither can ignore.”

Charlotte shifted on the couch, still achingly aware of her own arousal. “Yeah, I thought you hated me, but then…”

“Oh, I was quite cross with you, that is certain. But sometimes, Charlotte, these feelings represent something else entirely.”

The rational part of her mind, nearly drowned out by desire but still stubbornly present, reminded her of how much of an asshole he was to her when they first met. “You know, you never really apologized for the way you acted at the coffee shop. I know we called a truce after my paper thing, but to go forward with this, I’d really like an apology.” 

Damnit, Charlotte. 

Loki set the tea tray down on the coffee table in front of them, and took a seat on the couch next to her with a calculating look. Charlotte felt a momentary flutter of anxiety in her chest. Had she overstepped? 

“Right. I wasn’t at my best that day, was I?”

Charlotte shook her head gently, her eyes still locked on his, trying to read him. Loki softened slightly, a hint of something that might have been regret flickering across his features. “I apologize for treating you poorly,” he said, his voice losing some of its usual sharpness. “You didn’t deserve that.”

“Thank you, Loki,” she felt relief at his apology, and a thrill at saying his name. “So what was it?” she asked as he handed her a cup, emboldened by curiosity. “If it wasn’t hatred, what were those feelings?”

His eyes met hers over the rim of his cup, blue and penetrating. “Frustration,” he admitted. “Irritation at being challenged, certainly. But beneath that…” He paused, considering his words with care. “Beneath that was interest, intrigue.” A smile played at the corners of his mouth, not the condescending smirk she had grown familiar with, but something softer, more genuine. “You’ve been a delightful torment, Miss Baker. So bright, so defiant.” 

Charlotte felt the heat on her cheeks rise again as she looked down at her cup, watching the milk swirl in the dark tea. This professor– this former god, was telling her she aroused him. It was inconceivable. She wanted to jump his bones this instant, and fought herself to repress that need.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper,” she offered in return. “I get really mad when people are treated poorly…,” she trailed off, taking a sip of her tea.

“And that is a valuable quality,” Loki observed, his voice warming with what sounded like genuine admiration. “You were ready for a fight, all claws and teeth...but underneath that, you’re really soft, delicate. A mere little kitten.”

Her eyes met his again, and she smiled. Normally she’d balk at that descriptor, but coming from him, it felt like a badge of honor. The sun filtering through the partially closed blinds cast alternating bars of light and shadow across Loki’s features, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the depth of his eyes. Charlotte found herself mesmerized by the play of light, by the surreal quality of the moment.

Loki took another sip, before setting his cup back onto the table, shifting his body closer towards hers. “Now you must know that I am not looking for anything serious. But I would be interested in pursuing a casual liaison,” 

Charlotte felt a flicker of disappointment ignite in her chest, though she wasn’t sure what she had expected. “Okay, so just hooking up?” 

“Yes, though there are considerations,” he continued, his tone shifting to something more serious. “Parameters that would need to be established. We would meet only during my office hours: Monday, Wednesday and Friday. We will not exchange numbers or bring it any further than that.” 

Well, he had this planned out, didn’t he? Mr. “Rules Breaker” was suddenly very into rigid expectations. Three times a week didn’t seem like near enough.

“Oh, okay.” she said, unable to completely mask her disappointment. She took a sip of her tea, and reminded herself that something was better than nothing. That having Loki Laufeyson, even on his terms, was more than she had dared hope for just days ago.

“Will that not work for you?,” he asked, a slight furrow appearing between his brows. There was genuine concern in his question, a willingness to hear her objection that surprised her.

“No, yea, that’s fine. But what about, like, I could be your TA?,” she asked, hopeful for more access to him. 

Loki smiled, seeing through her flimsy pretext. “I have never required one, so if I were to take one now, it would raise suspicion. Me taking on a beautiful young woman as a TA? A bit obvious, wouldn’t you say?”

A knowing smile pulled at her lips as she thought of the gossip that would flood the halls. “Yea, you’re right. So, we would meet here, during office hours? But what if we get caught?”

Loki’s long arm reached for his tea cup again, his mouth curved into a mischievous smile. “That’s the fun of having an affair, isn’t it?”

He wasn’t wrong. The thrill of her coming to his office for him to fuck her was absolutely what she wanted. Charlotte couldn’t deny the heat that flushed in her pussy at the thought. “Yea…won’t people be suspicious, though? Me showing up here?”

“This hall isn’t used frequently,” Loki replied, gesturing vaguely towards the door and the corridor beyond. “I purposely chose this office for that reason.” 

“But we will need to be quiet,” he added, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. “We don’t need the students in the library to hear us”.

The implication sent another bolt of heat straight to her soaked cunt. He was already thinking about the sounds she would make when he took her, and was already planning for their future encounters. 

“Yea that makes sense,” she said, trying to subdue her rampant horniness.

A question bubbled up in her mind, one she wasn’t sure she should ask, but her curiosity got the better of her. She knew she needed to do it. “Um, so are you still seeing that woman– Mary?”

A chuckle escaped Loki, low and amused. “No, I am not.That ended after I fucked you in the alley,” he assured her, his tone lighter.

“Okay, good. Because I felt kind of bad about it, it wouldn’t be fair to her, unless she was okay with it…” the thought of sharing him made her stomach lurch.

Loki sipped his tea, watching her over the rim of his cup. “No, not to worry,” he said after swallowing. “I will not be seeing anyone else.” His look sharpened slightly, a hint of possessiveness entering his expression. “Will you be?”

“No,” she replied quickly, honestly. “There’s really no one. And I don’t have time, things are really ramping up here.”

“Of course,” Loki nodded. “And as for your grades in my class, you know that I cannot change them, right? That would be too obvious. I’ve already spent too much attention towards you in front of the other students, it would arouse greater suspicion.”

“As long as you’re not giving me an “F” again, we’re fine. Maybe a “B” once in a while?,” she shot him a playful smirk.

“Hm, we’ll see.”

“Even though I’m obviously your best student,” she continued to tease.

“You are…” Loki agreed, his voice dropping to that register that seemed to bypass her ears and resonate directly with her cunt. “In more ways than one. It turns you on, doesn’t it? Knowing you’re my favorite?”

Charlotte blushed and looked away, unable to maintain eye contact. “Yea…” she admitted softly. He had a way of pulling out confessions she didn’t know she had.

“Charlotte,” Loki said, drawing her eyes back to his face. “Don’t be afraid of your own desires– there’s nothing wrong with them. And I’m looking forward to exploring them with you.” With smooth deliberation, he took her cup from her hand and set it on the table with his own. 

“Now, we’ve done enough talking,” he declared. There was a hunger in his stare that made Charlotte’s breath catch in her throat. “I have a class in an hour and before that I’d like to feast on your delicious cunt.”

Charlotte’s body responded instantaneously, a rush of wetness between her legs, a quickening of her pulse that seemed to echo in her ears. 

“Yes, sir,” she replied, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she eagerly reached out to pull him into a kiss.

-> Chapter 11- Sep 5

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“Great,” she murmured sarcastically to herself, tapping her pen against her bottom lip with frustration. Dr. Folger’s refusal to let the students use any content from Loki’s class was proving to make things significantly harder for her. This thesis was going to be difficult. Her meeting with her advisor was next week, and Charlotte was still spinning with ideas, not being able to settle on one. 

A vibration interrupted her thoughts, and she pulled her phone out of her pocket. When she saw who was texting her, she couldn’t suppress a goofy smile. Loki (Brian) hadn’t texted her since he had given her his address.

Brian: Busy night?

Charlotte: No, the storm kept everyone away.

Brian: Pity, you could’ve been here.

Charlotte: Trust me, I’d rather be at your place!

Brian: I’m sure you can’t stop thinking about me. 

Charlotte: Actually, I’m using this time to catch up on some schoolwork, I’ve been behind. 

Brian: Don’t tell me you haven’t once thought of me this evening.

A warm chuckle erupted from Charlotte- he wasn’t wrong. 

Charlotte: Okay okay, yes. Maybe once or twice ;)

Brian: Thought so. Well good luck with your studies and not thinking of my cock satisfying your aching need.

Charlotte: You just can’t help yourself, can you? Stop distracting me! :)

Charlotte could practically hear Loki’s chuckle as she shook her head and checked her other texts. Ryan and Jess were talking in their group chat about going out next weekend. She’d have to come up with an excuse again to not go out. At some point Charlotte would have to join her friends again, but the reality of a looming thesis deadline was making her nervous. And there was also Loki. 

The truth is, she’d rather be with him than them. They were fun to hang out with, but she’d rather be receiving multiple orgasms by her amazing lover than overpay for watered down drinks and be hit on at a crappy club. And then there was the matter of “Brian”. Ryan had suggested this week that Charlotte bring Brian along so they could meet him. She needed to keep putting that off. Maybe she should manufacture a break up, buy herself some time…

Charlotte glanced at the clock hanging above the pastry case. Two hours until closing time. She was hoping to solve this thesis problem tonight, but hours into her shift, she still felt no further ahead. 

She resumed her research, trying to find a subject that was new, different. It felt like everything had been covered. Well, except what Loki had been teaching. It would be so much easier…The idea had fluttered through her mind multiple times in the past few weeks. She had even thought about the perfect subject, and she could just interview Loki a few times and build around it. And she could probably convince the rest of the board to accept it– how could they refuse all of the exclusive new information she could gather? 

But would he help her? Especially after everything Loki had told her last week about his banishment. It was one thing to discuss his culture and history in a classroom setting, but the intimacy of dissecting his own family dynamics may be too much for him– he was obviously bitter about being here. And there may be things she didn’t want to know about him…

“Good evening,” a low voice greeted her from behind, making her heart skip a beat in surprise. She raised her eyes slowly and turned around, a huge grin spreading across her face before she could control it. 

Loki stood at the order counter, his black peacoat dusted with melting sleet, droplets clinging to his dark hair like tiny diamonds. Charlotte briefly wondered if he could feel the cold. 

Don’t ask. 

“Well hello,  Professor Laufeyson. How can I help you?” Charlotte dropped her pen and moved toward the register, instantly abandoning her work with a surprising giddiness. Funny how just months ago this would’ve stricken dread in her heart– but now seeing him in her- their- coffee shop, she felt uplifted. 

“It looks as though I may need your assistance. It would appear that what I’m craving is not on the menu.” A devilish smile pulled at his lips as he stepped closer to her.

“Oh, is that so?” she replied, trying to remain playful despite the fluttering in her stomach. “We do have some seasonal specials I could tell you about.”

“I’m not particularly interested in seasonal offerings,” Loki replied, removing his leather gloves one finger at a time. “I find myself in the mood for something...more substantial.”

An intense heat spread throughout her body, her heart beginning to thump loudly in her ears. Charlotte bit her lower lip, suddenly feeling too warm, and like her jeans and old sweatshirt were drowning her. 

She watched him casually remove his winter coat, hanging it on the rack near the front door. Tonight he wore a deep green sweater and black slacks clinging to his athletic form. He seemed both more approachable and somehow more dangerous– a wolf who had temporarily exchanged his fearsome coat for something softer, but no less predatory. It was alarmingly hot.

“We aim to satisfy all of our customers…,” she continued their banter as she shifted on her feet slightly, trying to absorb the sudden ache where his cock should be. 

Loki’s eyes narrowed slightly at her response, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before returning to meet her eyes. “Your dedication to customer satisfaction is admirable, Miss Baker. Perhaps you have something in the back that I may be interested in?” 

Oh.

Weren’t they trying to play it safe? What was he thinking?

Charlotte glanced nervously toward the door, then the camera above the register, a rush of excitement flooding her veins. “Are you– uh, sure?” she asked, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. 

“I am sure,” Loki replied, his playful tone disappearing entirely, replaced by something darker and more commanding. 

“The Menace” was a lot hotter when he was demanding to fuck her and not remake his beverage. He was here to fuck her in the coffee shop, and she was going to let him. 

“Oh yes, I could take a look for you,” she said, pitching her voice slightly louder than necessary for the security camera. 

Charlotte grinned, motioning towards the back as she turned. She couldn’t believe they were doing this. Where were they going to do this? She thought their days of public fucking were done, but apparently not. Despite the worry of getting caught again, she felt incredibly heated, desperate for the thrill. He had awakened an incredibly daring woman inside of her she didn’t know existed. 

She walked slowly, guiding Loki around the corner towards the supply closet, still processing the shock of what was happening. He followed her like a shadow, his movements silent and fluid. 

They entered the closet and the door clicked shut behind them. A flickering hum filled the air as fluorescent tubes sputtered to life overhead, casting sharp shadows across his face in the coffee scented room. Her pulse quickened as his eyes locked with hers, the blue in them almost translucent, like ice about to crack. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Charlotte whispered, her voice trembling with heavy anticipation. 

Loki’s eyes darkened as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. “And yet here we are,” he purred, the vibration of his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Before she could respond, his mouth claimed hers with an intensity that made her knees buckle. His hands cradled her face, thumbs on her cheekbones as he backed her against the wall.

Charlotte’s heart hammered against her ribs– adrenaline coursed through her veins, heightening every sensation as Loki’s tongue swept into her mouth. Body arching into his instinctively, her hands clutched at his strong shoulders, wrinkling the soft fabric of his sweater beneath her fingers. 

His hands slid down her neck, fingers trailing fire along her collarbone before moving lower to cup her breasts through her sweatshirt. Her hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. She raised her right leg, and her foot connected with a shelf behind him, sending something rattling to the floor. 

He broke their kiss and chuckled lightly. “Now, kitten, we must be quiet.” 

Her hands released him to move to her jeans, clumsily unbuttoning them and tugging them down her waist with her panties as quickly as she could. 

“Let me,” he crouched gracefully to help her step out of the denim pooled at her ankles. His fingers traced the curve of her calf as he lifted each foot, sending goosebumps down her leg. 

When he rose to his full height, his hand moved between them, long fingers tracing a path down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs. Charlotte held her breath, anticipation tightening every muscle in her body as his touch descended with deliberate slowness. His finger dipped into her center, already slick with arousal, and began to gently thrust inside of her, massaging her walls. 

“So wet for me. Tell me, kitten, do you want my cum? Do you want me to fill you right here, where anyone could discover us at any moment?”

“Yes. God, yes.” 

“Good girl. But first, I want to feel you come around my fingers.” His voice dropped to a whisper as his hand shifted, the stretch of a second finger making her mouth fall open, her breath catching in her throat. His thumb found her clit with practiced precision, drawing slow circles that made her shudder and clench.

Her hands grabbed his arms, feeling the biceps shift as he worked his fingers inside her. God he was amazing at this.

“You like the danger,” he observed, curling his fingers to reach her g-spot perfectly. “The risk of being caught with me excites you.”

Charlotte bit on her lip to prevent a whine from erupting, and failed miserably. She felt herself tightening around him already. 

Loki’s movements became more focused, more deliberate, his fingers working inside her with devastating precision while his thumb continued its relentless circles. 

Charlotte’s head fell back against the wall, eyes fluttering closed as sensation overwhelmed her. The fluorescent light penetrated her closed eyelids, creating patterns of orange and red that seemed to pulse in time with the blood rushing through her veins. Every nerve ending felt hypersensitive, and her thighs began to tremble, a whimper catching in her throat as Loki’s fingers massaged her, his thumb circling faster.

“That’s it…let go for me, kitten.”

Charlotte’s thighs clamped around his hand, her body trembling as his elegant fingers fucked her. The pressure built impossibly higher, her muscles tensing in anticipation of release. Her entire body felt like a tightly wound spring, poised at the edge of uncoiling. 

“I–I can’t–” she stammered, not even sure what she was trying to say. Can’t be quiet? Can’t handle the intensity? Can’t believe we’re doing this here?

“You can,” Loki assured her. “And you will.”

His certainty cracked through her like lightning splitting a tree. Charlotte’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as her thighs seized around his hand. Her body arched against the wall in rhythmic waves she couldn’t control as she fell over the precipice, her soft moans permeating the tiny room.

He worked her through the climax with expert precision, drawing out every tremor and aftershock until she was gasping and oversensitive, her body writhing with pleasure against the wall. 

As the most intense sensations began to recede, leaving pleasant aftershocks in their wake, Charlotte became aware of Loki’s steadying hand at her hip, of the way he supported her weight as her knees threatened to buckle. 

She opened eyes to meet Loki’s own through a haze of residual pleasure. Breathy pants filled the air as she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth, tasting her essence with deliberate slowness that made her sopping core clench. Fuck. 

“You are delicious, kitten.”

Without warning, Loki’s hands slid beneath her thighs, as he hoisted her upward. Her legs scrambled for purchase, wrapping around his hips, her ankles crossing at the small of his back. The rough fabric of his open zipper grazed against her inner thigh as his cock, hot and insistent, nudged against her entrance. His hand slid between them, guiding himself to her soaking cunt, the blunt pressure of him making her gasp.

With a knowing smirk, he put his hand over her mouth as he pushed into her, his palm warm and firm against her lips, fingers splayed across her cheek. Charlotte’s eyes widened, locked with his as he entered her in one smooth thrust. Her head fell back against the wall, and an involuntary whine escaped despite his hand.  He felt so good. So, so good.

“You need to keep quiet,” Loki whispered against her ear, his voice low and gravely. “Can you do that for me? Can you take what I’m giving you without making a sound?”

Loki’s pace was urgent. Needy. Charlotte’s eyes closed as his hand pressure increased whenever a particularly deep thrust threatened to draw a louder response from her.

The small storage room filled with the sounds of their muffled breathing and the jingle of his belt buckle as he rutted into her. A box of coffee filters vibrated off its shelf, landing with a soft thud on the floor beside them. 

Charlotte’s walls tightened around him, a vice-grip of muscle that pulled a hiss through Loki’s clenched teeth. She could feel herself tipping close to climax again, her body felt like it was on fire, the pressure building inside. 

DING.

The bell at the counter rang. Not again. Charlotte’s eyes flew open, and she made a muffled sound of protest against Loki’s palm, her body tensing with sudden panic. 

But Loki didn’t slow down. If anything, the interruption seemed to intensify his determination. He smiled– a wicked curve of lips that reminded her exactly who she was dealing with. 

His thrusts became more forceful, more urgent, as his hips pistoned against hers, the wet sounds of their coupling now filling the air. His hand pressed more firmly against her mouth as he continued to thrust into her, his eyes now tightening closed as he fucked her harshly against the wall. 

DING.

Whoever was at the counter was growing impatient. Charlotte should have been mortified, should have been pushing Loki away and scrambling to make herself presentable. But no, she loved it.

“Come for me now, kitten. While they wait for you outside.”

The command pushed Charlotte over the edge she’d been hovering on. Her orgasm crashed through her with unexpected force, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around him as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core to her toes. Only Loki’s hand over her mouth prevented her cry from escaping the storage room.

Loki’s rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself completely inside of her, his release coming with a shudder that Charlotte felt throughout his entire body. His hand tightened over her mouth as he spilled inside her with a stifled groan. 

He slowly opened his eyes, meeting Charlotte’s as panic began to replace her haze of pleasure. The customer was still waiting, while she remained pinned against the storage room wall.

Loki’s eyes glittered with mischievous satisfaction as he slowly removed his hand from her mouth to her hip as he watched her predicament with undisguised amusement. His cock was still pulsing inside her, aftershocks of his climax making her oversensitive flesh twitch in response.

“Hello? Anyone here?” A man’s voice called from the front of the shop.

“You should answer him,” Loki murmured, making no move to disentangle himself from her. “He sounds cranky.”

“Be right there!” Charlotte called out, her voice embarrassingly shaky. She winced at how obvious it sounded– the breathlessness, the slight crack in her pitch.

“I can’t just–” Charlotte gestured frantically at their current position, still pinned against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist, his cock stuffed inside of her. “You need to–”

Loki’s smirk widened, but he finally took pity on her, slowly lowering her feet to the ground. Charlotte reached blindly for her discarded jeans, nearly toppling a stack of napkins in her rush. Her fingers fumbled with the denim, muscles still trembling from her multiple orgasms. The contrast between the intense intimacy of moments ago and the frantic scramble to appear professional left her slightly dizzy.

“Breathe, kitten,” Loki advised, already tucking himself away and straightening his clothing with infuriating efficiency. Within seconds, he looked almost completely composed– only the slight flush across his ridiculous cheekbones.

“Just a minute!” she called again, hoping her voice sounded more normal this time. She ran her hands through her hair, attempting to tame what she was sure were obvious sex tangles.

Loki watched her frantic movements with an amused expression, making no move to help. He leaned against a shelf, arms crossed over his chest, the picture of relaxed satisfaction while she fluttered around like a panicked bird.

“You look thoroughly fucked,” he observed casually. “It suits you.”

Charlotte shot him a glare that would have withered a lesser being. “Not helpful,” she hissed, straightening her sweatshirt with hands that still weren’t entirely steady. 

“Stay here,” she instructed, pointing a finger at Loki. “Give me a minute to get rid of him.”

“As you wish.”

Charlotte took one final deep breath, squared her shoulders, and stepped out of the storage closet, closing the door firmly behind her. She pasted on her professional smile as she approached her customer– a middle-aged man in a business suit with a sour expression who was checking his watch with theatrical impatience. 

Charlotte stumbled slightly as she took her position behind the counter, her body still not entirely under her control. She gripped the edge of the counter to steady herself.

“Hi, so sorry about that, I was doing inventory and must not have heard the bell. How can I help you?”

He barely looked at her, gaze fixed on his phone as he responded. “Cappuccino to go, please,” he said curtly, not bothering to look up from his screen. 

Charlotte felt a wave of relief wash over her. To go. He wouldn’t be staying. The sooner she could make his drink, the sooner he would leave.

“Coming right up,” she replied, turning quickly toward the espresso machine. 

The angry suit man didn’t seem to notice she smelled like sex or that her hair was messed up. After completing the haphazard cappuccino and completing his transaction, she handed it to him and watched patiently as the door swung shut behind him, leaving the coffee shop in blessed emptiness once more.

To her surprise, a giggle erupted from her, relief flooding through her that they hadn’t been caught. Within seconds of the customer’s departure, Loki sauntered past her and approached the counter, “I’d like a cup of tea, please. For here.”

Charlotte’s eyebrows raised in surprise. He came into her work unannounced, fucked her, and now wants her to make him a tea? Fucking “god of chaos” is right. An amused smile spread across her face as her eyes trailed over his body. “Of course, sir.” 

He really was a menace. An incredibly sexy, unpredictable, and yet sometimes thoughtful menace. And he wanted to be with her. Her lips pulled into a smile again, basking in the afterglow as she grabbed teacups for the both of them.

Loki sat at the small table nearest the pickup counter where Charlotte’s papers were sprawled out. The warmth of his satisfied haze enveloped him as he watched her prepare their tea. 

That was very enjoyable, but he should probably stop fucking her in public like this. He couldn’t help himself tonight, though. The heat of arousal had been persistent, and he knew she was here alone. Of course the thrill of getting caught always tantalized him, and she obviously enjoyed it as much as he did.  But this was the last time, he swore to himself– no more risks.

He ran his fingers along the edge of the table, examining the evidence of Charlotte’s scholarly dedication. Highlighted articles formed colorful piles, sticky notes protruded from textbook pages, and her laptop displayed at least fifteen open browser tabs. 

“Here,” Charlotte appeared beside him, her cheeks still flushed. She handed him a steaming mug of tea, then set down small containers of milk and sugar.

“Thank you. What are you working on?” he asked, genuinely curious. 

“Just thesis research,” she said casually as she slid into the chair opposite him, but Loki detected the hint of excitement she always carried when discussing her studies. It reminded him of his younger self– before cynicism had calcified certain parts of him.

“Ah, the ever-present thesis,” he said, taking a sip of Darjeeling. “The academic sword of Damocles.”

Charlotte smiled warmly, “That’s exactly what it feels like sometimes.”

“Should I leave you to your work?” he asked, though he made no move to rise.

Charlotte shook her head. “No. Stay. I think I’m done working on this tonight, anyways. I thought I had a good idea, but now I think I need to change my plan.”

“And what was your idea?”

Charlotte’s demeanor shifted subtly– her fingers drumming against her mug, her gaze dropping to her scattered papers rather than meeting his eyes. 

“Well,” she finally began, her voice carrying a note of frustration that hadn’t been there moments before, “it’s really annoying, actually. I’d love to write a thesis around your people, the Asgardians–” She paused, glancing up at him with those expressive eyes. “But Dr. Folger won’t let us use anything we learn in your class. I could explore so many subjects if they’d just lift that ridiculous ban.”

Outside, ice pellets struck the window with renewed vigor, creating a percussive backdrop to their conversation.

“Hm, I can see how that would frustrate you. What would your thesis be about if you could use my course’s findings?”

Her eyes brightened,“Oh, there’s so much! But I’d really want to delve into Norse mythology and the actual interpersonal relationships of the Asgardians.” Her hands swept across her scattered papers, drawing invisible connections. “The dynamics between the Aesir and Vanir, the family connections, the alliances and betrayals– it’s all so complex and human–”

“So, my family’s drama?” he offered with a slight smirk.

“No, not like that…” Her voice faltered, and a flush crept up her neck. “It’s just– there’s so much we don’t know about the interplay of your people’s politics and how that would’ve reflected in Norse mythology. The sagas and eddas we have are fragmented human interpretations. But you–” She stopped herself, as though realizing the implications of what she was about to say.

Loki set down his cup. “I am a primary source,” he finished for her, his voice neutral but his mind racing ahead, already seeing where this conversation led.

“Yes.” Charlotte nodded. A strong gust outside rapped a barrage of sleet against the window, and their eyes glanced in that direction before returning to each other. 

“The things we think we know about Asgardian culture come filtered through human perception. But actual accounts from someone who lived it…” She trailed off, then added in a rush: “That’s why what Dr. Folger is doing is so academically dishonest. He’s deliberately ignoring the most valuable source we have.”

Loki studied her, noting the slight tremor in her fingers, the way she moistened her lips before continuing. She was nervous, but determined. He found the combination oddly compelling.

“Charlotte, what exactly are you suggesting?”

She inhaled deeply, fingers now laced tightly around her mug. “I was wondering…would you be willing to let me interview you? For my thesis? It could be a workaround to the ban.”

There it was. Loki felt a simultaneous thrill and dread– the scholar in him admiring her academic boldness, while something deeper recoiled at the intrusion. 

“Ah,” Loki said, his voice carrying a note of realization that cooled the warmth between them. “You need me.” The words hung in the air, transforming the nature of their conversation. 

Suddenly, their naked intimacy in the supply closet took on a different cast in his mind. Loki had lived too many centuries, played too many games of manipulation himself not to suspect when someone might be playing him.

He slowly set down his ceramic mug, as his spine straightened against the backrest. His fingers, which had been inches from hers on the table, curled inward toward his palm.

Charlotte’s expression shifted to one of concern. “It’s not like that. Maybe I could interview you a few times and use that information in my thesis? You don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to. I just thought the opportunity to incorporate firsthand accounts from an actual participant in the culture would add a dimension to my research that no other academic work has.”

Loki felt a familiar chill creeping into their interaction– the instinctive frost of self-preservation.

“And if I decline?” he asked, his tone deliberately mild. “Would that affect our... arrangement?”

Charlotte recoiled slightly, hurt flashing across her features before she composed herself. “Of course not. This isn’t conditional, Loki. I’m asking as a scholar, not as…not as whatever we are to each other.”

Loki studied her, searching for deception. Charlotte’s expressions remained transparent, her emotions playing across her face without disguise. Either she was being truthful, or she was a far better actress than he had given her credit for.

“I’m not sure it’s wise,” he said carefully. “We already have a complicated situation. Involving your academic work…” He let the implication hang between them as he glanced out the window. The sleet against the window had transformed into steady small snowflakes, softer but more persistent.

“We’re already sleeping together at your house. How is this crossing any line we haven’t already obliterated?”

Loki couldn’t help the slight smile that tugged at his lips. She made a good point.

Yet something nagged at him– had that been her plan all along? To seduce him for academic gain? To get close enough to extract the knowledge she needed for her own scholarly ambition?

He dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it formed. Charlotte was many things, but calculating manipulator wasn’t one of them. Her emotions ran too close to the surface, her passions too genuine.

Still, caution had kept him alive for centuries.

“What exactly is your major?” he asked, redirecting the conversation while he processed his decision. “And how would this thesis serve you?”

“Socio-anthropology with a focus on Norse Mythology. My thesis would examine how Asgardian social structures influenced the development of Norse religious practices on Earth. With firsthand accounts…” She paused, her gaze meeting his. “Well, it would be groundbreaking. Nothing like it exists in academic literature.”

Loki nodded slowly, understanding the ambition behind her request. “You would be making a name for yourself.”

“I wouldn’t exploit you, that’s not what this is about.”

“Isn’t it?” he countered gently. “Academic advancement requires exploitation of some kind. Knowledge taken and transformed. I’m hardly offended by the concept.”

Charlotte ran her finger around the rim of her mug, her thoughts visibly collecting. “Yes, I’d benefit academically. I won’t pretend otherwise. But I also genuinely want to correct the misconceptions, the inaccuracies. What we teach about your culture– what Dr. Folger teaches– it’s full of human projections and assumptions.” She leaned forward slightly. “Wouldn’t you rather have someone presenting it accurately?”

It was a clever approach, appealing to his pride and his perpetual frustration with human misunderstandings of Asgard. Loki recognized the tactic but found himself respecting her strategy nonetheless. He retained his deliberately professional demeanor as his instinctive distrust warred with his growing desire to help her.

“And what do you wish to do with this degree? If I am to trust you with my history, I should know yours.” 

The request seemed to surprise her, but she nodded, settling back in her chair. “You know, I used to really want to be a museum curator. I had this vision of myself designing exhibits that would bring history to life, making ancient cultures accessible to everyone.” She smiled slightly. “I used to drag my parents to museums every chance I got as a kid. They thought I’d outgrow it.”

Loki watched her face animate with memory, finding himself genuinely interested in this glimpse into her formation. 

“But after my fieldwork in Sweden, I think I’d rather do that.There’s something about being on site, touching the actual soil where history happened…” She paused. “Well, I suppose that’s different for you. You’ve lived what we study.”

“History feels different when you’re in it. Less coherent. More contradictory.”

Charlotte leaned forward, “Exactly! That’s what I love about fieldwork– it forces you to confront the messiness, the exceptions to every theory.” Her expression dimmed slightly. “But it’s so competitive. And you don’t have much of a life.”

Loki raised an eyebrow. “And that concerns you?”

“Not the competition. I don’t mind working twice as hard as everyone else. But the lifestyle... being constantly on the move, never setting roots. I’ve seen what it does to people. My field supervisor in Sweden hadn’t been home in three years.” She shrugged. “I want my work to matter, but I also want…”

She trailed off, seemingly uncertain how to articulate what else she wanted from life. Loki found himself curious about the blank she couldn’t fill in. Family? Stability? Things he had both craved and rejected throughout his long existence.

“And when was this trip?” he asked, guiding the conversation when her silence extended.

“Last year. That’s how my parents found out I’d switched majors. When I told them I’d switched and I was going to study abroad for a semester, my dad flipped out, my mom cried. It was bad. They had this whole plan for me– law school, joining dad’s firm eventually. They saw anthropology as a cute hobby, not a real career path. They cut off my tuition. Just like that. Eighteen years of ‘we’ll always support you’ gone because I wanted to study something that actually mattered to me.”

The bitterness in her voice was subtle but unmistakable. Loki recognized it– the sting of parental disappointment, of failing to fulfill the role assigned to you from birth. It was a pain he understood intimately, though the circumstances differed dramatically.

“I’m lucky I had good enough grades to get a scholarship to come here.This is all a fresh start for me.” She gestured around them– at her scattered papers, at the coffee shop, the university town beyond. At him, by extension. Loki realized that he was part of this new life she had chosen for herself.

“So that’s why this thesis matters so much,” she added quietly. “It’s not just academic ambition. It’s proving I made the right choice.”

Loki felt an unexpected wave of affection for her. Charlotte’s life had obviously not been without its turmoil. And yet she had sacrificed security for integrity, comfort for purpose. There was something admirable in that, something he respected despite his general disdain for human fragility.

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds the faint hum of the heating system and the muffled storm beyond the windows. He realized that this was the most Charlotte had ever told him about her life– about the person she was beyond their relationship, beyond the eager graduate student who had caught his attention months ago. 

Charlotte watched him, her eyes searching his face as though trying to read his thoughts.

“It’s quite brave of you to throw that support away and start anew. It must have been difficult.”

“Well, it was at first…” she hesitated, then added with a pointed look, “no thanks to you.” Their eyes met across the table, and a shared understanding passed between them. Both chuckled, the tension dissolving into something more comfortable.

Charlotte smiled at him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Look, you don’t have to help with the thesis. It was just an idea I had, and I feel bad for even asking when you already do so much. Teaching, advising, dealing with Dr. Folger’s pettiness.” A pause. “And whatever this is between us.”

“I’ll allow the interviews,” he said, the decision feeling right despite his lingering reservations. “But I want a final review of all your notes and any material before it’s submitted.”

Charlotte’s face brightened, her enthusiasm impossible to contain. Loki found himself transfixed by the genuine joy radiating from her.

“Absolutely! Of course. I would have offered that anyway. I swear, Loki, I’ll be respectful of boundaries!”

“I know you will,” he said, although still not really sure if he believed it. 

Charlotte reached across the table, her fingers lightly touching the back of his hand. “Thank you. This means... well, it means a lot.” Her voice held a depth of gratitude that made Loki uncomfortable in its sincerity.

“It’s just interviews,” he said dismissively.

Charlotte studied him for a moment, those expressive eyes of hers seeing too much. Loki could almost feel her perceiving his discomfort with her gratitude.

She shifted the topic with gentle precision. “So, when do I get to visit your house again? Last time we only had dinner and…”

“And quite a memorable dessert,” Loki finished for her, his voice dropping an octave, enjoying the way her blush deepened. “Though I believe you’ve yet to see the whole house.”

“You’re right, I’m particularly curious about that library you mentioned.”

“Are you available next weekend?,” he asked, keen at the idea of planning another evening with Charlotte in his house.  

“Yes sir, I am.” Charlotte smiled at him across the table, her expression open and hopeful. Loki found himself smiling back, the gesture coming more naturally than he might have expected. 

-> Chapter 17- House Tour

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The empty waiting area of Bob’s Auto Service smelled of burnt coffee, motor oil, and had that very specific feel that every small mechanic shop did. Charlotte shifted on the plastic chair, trying to find a position that wouldn’t make her back ache, while the television mounted in the corner blared a daytime talk show that no one was watching.

She’d rather be in bed with him. What would it be like to have all day just to lay in her bed and fuck and be fucked by Loki? Charlotte knew it would be heaven. To be alone with his arrogant smile, perfect cock and filthy words for hours alone? Pure bliss.

Her fantasy began to expand in vivid detail. Her fingers explored him, taking time to trace the lean muscles of his chest, to follow the trail of dark hair that led downward from his navel. What sounds would he make if she took him in her mouth without rushing, if she teased him to the edge of control? Would he beg for her?

Knock it off, girl. 

She returned to her book, but found concentration nearly impossible as she re-read the same paragraph over and over. Maybe some fresh air would clear her head.

Charlotte set her book aside and walked out of the small brick building, heading towards an old wooden bench at the edge of the parking lot. The autumn wind immediately caught her hair, sending strands dancing across her face as she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her notifications.

Her thoughts wandered to Michelle– she should probably check in on her. It had been a couple of weeks since Michelle’s breakup with Derek, hopefully she was doing okay. Break-ups were never easy, even when they were necessary.

Calling Michelle meant possibly navigating a minefield of questions about her own life, though. Hopefully it won’t come up. She genuinely wanted to know how her friend was doing, wanted to offer support during what must be a difficult time. 

“Hey girl, got a few minutes to chat?” Charlotte asked as soon as her friend answered the call.

“Hi! Looking for a distraction from whatever incredibly boring thing you’re studying?”

Charlotte laughed, settling onto the bench and tucking her free hand into her jacket pocket against the chill. “Actually, I’m at an oil change place. I had a few minutes, so thought I’d call. How are you doing?”

“Better, actually,” Michelle replied, a note of surprise in her voice, as if she hadn’t expected her own answer. “I mean, I broke it off, and it hurts. But I feel kind of free?”

“Well that’s good! Free, huh?” When they’d last spoken, Michelle had been firmly in the regretful stage of the breakup, questioning her decision despite knowing it was right.

“Yea, I think Derek was more of a weight in my life than a support. Do you know what I mean?”

“I guess, sort of? I always thought you could do better, anyways.” The admission slipped out before she could stop it.

“What! You never told me that!” Michelle’s voice rose in pitch. “You’ve been holding out on me!”

“Well I didn’t know how to say it,” Charlotte explained, watching as red leaves from a nearby maple scattered in the wind, a few landing on the bench. “It’s not really the kind of thing you tell your friend when they’re madly in love. I figured eventually you’d realize it.”

There was a pause from Michelle before she reluctantly agreed with her friend.“True, true. Well from now on, I’ll ask you your opinion on whether my partners are good enough for me. And you have to swear you’ll tell me the truth.”

A flash of guilt shot through Charlotte at the unintended parallel to her current, much more significant, secret. “Deal,” Charlotte agreed, forcing lightness into her tone. “I’m glad you’re doing better.”

“Yea, you know I’m a survivor, girl– I’ll be fine!”

“You’re right, you are! So how are classes? What about that chemistry lab with that awful professor?” 

“It still sucks,” Michelle confirmed with a heavy sigh. “I really wish I could get the hang of it, but I can’t. But I’m really enjoying my class on virology though, which surprised me.”

Charlotte smiled, pleased to hear enthusiasm in her friend’s voice. Michelle had struggled to find aspects of medicine that genuinely interested her, but her parents had insisted this was what she would go to school for.

“Oh yea, do you think you’ll go into that?” 

“Maybe, too early to tell. I think as long as I can say “Doctor” in front of my name, my parents will be happy. But we’ve only talked about my bullshit recently, how’s everything been with you?”

The inevitable question finally came, and Charlotte swallowed hard before answering. “Everything’s good. Busy with classes, working at the coffee shop. The usual grad school grind.” The omission of the most consuming part of her life at the moment felt wrong. 

“Please tell me you’re doing something fun for Halloween at least! All work and no play makes Charlotte a dull anthropologist.”

Well that wasn’t a worry these days. Should she tell her best friend? They trusted each other with everything. But this seemed too precious, too secret to share, even with her favorite person in the world. No, Michelle had been there through everything, and always would be– she deserved some version of the truth. 

“Oh no, I actually forgot Halloween was coming up,” Charlotte admitted, her heart racing as she considered how much to reveal. “I’ve been preoccupied. I’ve kinda...started fooling around with someone.”

“Oh my god, great! Tell me more,” Michelle’s voice immediately brightened with interest.

“Well…we’re just hooking up. He’s older. It’s mostly physical, to be honest…” Charlotte nervously bit her lip. She picked up a large leaf next to her, running her fingers over the veins of the plant.

“Older how?” Michelle asked. “Like, distinguished silver fox older or midlife crisis older? Details, please!”

“Definitely the former,” Charlotte replied, smiling.“Very distinguished. Very... intense.” 

“Oo, love a distinguished man. How’d you guys meet? What’s his name?” 

“Oh, well, he works at the university…” Her mind flashed to the first name that popped in her head– the mechanic who was changing her oil. “...his name is Brian.

“Oh! Is he a professor?” 

“Yeah– not mine, though! But still, not ideal…” 

“Wow, this doesn’t sound like you at all– Charlotte Baker having a torrid affair with a professor! Fascinating!” 

Charlotte felt a wave of relief to finally talk about what she had been up to, even if she had to bend the truth a little. “Oh you have no idea, Michelle. It’s incredible. Like, the best dick I’ve ever had. And we haven’t even done it in a bed or anything.”

“Wait– why? Is he married or something?”

“Oh no, it’s just the…rules he’s set up? Like we don’t have each other’s numbers or anything. Strictly sex,” Charlotte hurried to explain.

“Rules? Sex only? Do you think you could handle that? I love you Charl, but casual isn’t really your thing,” Michelle’s voice softened with concern.

“Yea, I know. I’m trying it on! I don’t know. It’s just so incredibly fucking hot, I can’t resist.” As she spoke, Charlotte realized she was smiling, the expression forming unconsciously as she finally acknowledged aloud some version of what had been consuming her thoughts for weeks.

“So, are you guys just fucking in his office or something?”

“Yea, only in his office so far.”

“Holy shit, you’re entering your bad girl era!” Michelle cackled delightfully.

“I know, right? I don’t know if you’ve ever been with a guy like this, but it’s like I’ve just become this crazy slut for him or something. I just want to submit and let him do whatever he wants to me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before!”

“Oh girl, I sure have. That’s hot, I love it for you. Sneaking around with your hot dom professor!” Michelle’s voice held a mixture of vicarious excitement and playful teasing, free from the judgment. 

Charlotte giggled. “It’s just so exciting. Like, I feel alive, you know?”

“I get it. Sneaking around and stuff is super fun…but, please be careful. I don’t want you getting caught.”

“Yea I am, we’re pretty discreet.” Charlotte replied, though concern creeped in again. Were they truly discreet? Or merely lucky so far? Her fingers began to tear at the tips of the leaf alongside the veins.

“Okay good, I wouldn’t want you shamed out of your dream school because of this guy.”

“Yea I really don’t think he wants people to know either. We’ll see, I guess.”

“So speaking of sexy professors, how’s it going with Laufeyson? I guess since you’re getting “the best dick ever” from Brian, you’re not still crushing on the villain?”

Charlotte’s stomach clenched tight. “Yea, I think that infatuation is kind of over. And it’s actually gotten better since I told him off. He backed down, and it’s been fine ever since– we mostly ignore each other.” She shifted on the bench, uncomfortable with how natural blatantly lying to her best friend had become in the space of a single phone call.

“Wow, listen to you. Winning a battle against the former god of mischief! Having a sexy affair with a professor! It really sounds like this was the best move for you. I’m so proud of you, Charlotte.”

“Thanks, Michelle,” she managed, forcing warmth into her voice despite the guilt threatening to choke her words. “And look, you’ll get through this mess and come out better on the other side!” She deliberately shifted the focus back to her friend, away from her own complicated situation. “Maybe we can get together sometime soon, get your mind off of things? What do you say?”

“Ohh that sounds great! I’ll take a look at hotels halfway between us, does that sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” Charlotte agreed. Through the service window, she saw the clerk waving her inside with her paperwork and keys.

“Hey, they’re done with my car. I should go in and pay,” Charlotte said, trying to cover the relief and regret mingling in her voice. 

“Sure thing! Let me know when you’re free and we’ll figure out a weekend. And keep me updated on your bad girl adventures with Brian! Love you, girl. Talk soon!” 

“Love you too. Bye.” Charlotte ended the call and stared at the phone in her hand for a moment. 

She felt somewhat better having checked in on her friend. Yet the conversation had left her feeling a little hollow, the relief of partial confession about her fling with Loki already fading.

Was it worth it? The question formed in her mind as she walked back towards the shop. Was the intoxicating intensity of her time with Loki worth the person she was becoming– someone who could lie without hesitation to her closest friend to protect the sort of relationship that existed entirely in shadow?

Charlotte didn’t have an answer, at least not one she was ready to acknowledge.

With swift steps, Loki strode across the university quad, fallen leaves crunching beneath his polished shoes. The autumn air slipped beneath his collar, cold fingers against warm skin, and Loki’s lips curled upward at the sensation.

A group of young women passed by him, averting their gaze and giggling as they passed. For a moment, a flicker of concern crossed his mind. Had they been the students from last week? No, she took care of that. 

His memory shifted to Charlotte’s flushed cheeks, her voice carrying that edge of triumph as she’d told him how she had lied and the students had believed her. The way her body shuddered when he’d told her how proud he was and murmured “good girl” against her ear. The way papers scattered beneath her palms as he bent her over his desk and had his way with her…

Charlotte’s image invaded his thoughts again– her hair falling across one eye as she bent over his desk, the flush that crept up her neck when he praised her intellect, the way her fingernails dug into her palms as her walls tightened around him. These visions had been invading his idle moments with alarming regularity lately, appearing unbidden whenever silence stretched around him. 

Turning the strong, defiant woman who had challenged him into a submissive pet had been more pleasurable than he could have imagined. The knowledge that even in his diminished state, he could still inspire devotion, could still bend rules and expectations to his will, empowered him in ways he hadn’t anticipated. 

Lately, in the hours after she left his office, her scent still lingering in the air, he found himself almost...satisfied. Not just physically, but in some deeper way he was reluctant to examine too closely. His exile no longer cut like a blade against his throat but pressed with the dull weight of a stone– still present but somehow bearable.

The frustration, the restlessness from months ago had now transformed into something different. Because of Charlotte? Maybe. She brought out the darkness in him. No– that wasn’t right. The darkness had always been there, coiled beneath the surface. He had simply been denying it, suppressing those aspects of himself that had once defined him. 

Charlotte provided an outlet for his impulses, and she also thrived in the chaos, the depravity of their situation. She responded to his shadows not with fear but with a matching hunger, her body arching toward his touch. She reveled in the delicious risk of their liaison, just as he did– the knowledge that discovery would mean consequences for them both, though of vastly different magnitudes.

It was worth the risk. After a few weeks– had it been a month already?–  of fucking Charlotte, he still found her intriguing. The realization surprised him.The depth of their sexual chemistry was unlike anything he had experienced before in this realm.There was a passion in her eyes that matched his own, a primal need that was both beautiful and dangerous.

He had found himself counting the hours until their next encounters. The thought of Charlotte now conjured not just desire but an unfamiliar tightness in his chest– like the moment before casting a spell whose consequences couldn’t be fully predicted. Was he fond of her?

Perhaps a little. She hasn’t irritated me yet with her humanity. Surely she eventually will. 

Lately, he found himself imagining Charlotte in a different setting, one without restrictions.The confines of his office, while convenient, imposed certain limitations. In his office, he had to content himself with her stifled moans, her face buried against his shoulder or his own hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the sounds of her pleasure. But he wanted to hear her screaming his name, begging and pleading for him as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of her body. 

He had been reluctant to see her off campus– he didn’t want her reading too much into their affair. He’d even stopped going to The Mudd Puddle, opting for the disappointing macchiatos of their competitor. Moving their hookups to his house risked shifting his boundaries, suggesting a relationship rather than merely an arrangement. If she grew too attached, she knew where he lived. He’d already had experiences with jealous lovers, who misinterpreted his temporary interest as something more enduring, who couldn’t accept the inevitable conclusion when his attention shifted elsewhere. And having one that was a student could be far worse.

And yet, he felt he could trust this one. He could trust that no matter what happened, she understood the stakes, and wouldn’t risk her academic career or his position (other than daydreaming in class). She wouldn’t do that to him, would she? She had proven herself to be trustworthy so far. 

Another worry crept in: what about his freedom? Thor’s visit had been promising, but there had only been silence since then. He had no idea how long it would be for Odin to release him– it could be another ten years for all he knew. Charlotte’s time in his life would most likely be limited, whether by the natural progression of her studies, by the eventual cooling of their mutual interest, or by his own redemption and return to his proper place and powers. Why not experience the fullness of what their sexual connection could offer while it lasted? Why deny himself this deeper pleasure?

The fantasy that had been lurking at the edges of his consciousness all morning surged forward now. In his mind’s eye, he saw her clearly– hair splayed across his sheets, body writhing with abandon, those expressive eyes darkened with desire, calling his name with increasing urgency as he fucked her toward ecstasy. The thought sent a surge of heat through him, pooling low in his abdomen and threatening to stiffen his cock.

“Loki! Hey, Loki!”

The familiar voice cut through his reverie, deflating his arousal immediately. Loki turned, his expression shifting from horny contemplation to a carefully measured smile. Nathaniel sat at an outdoor table, sandwich halfway to his mouth, waving with his free hand. 

“Join me, man,” he called, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.

Loki considered declining– he was genuinely hungry, and needed to be back to class soon. “Hello, Nathaniel. Of course, but just for a moment. ”

“What brings you to this side of campus?,” Nathaniel asked, taking another bite of his sandwich. A dollop of mustard clung to his rust colored beard. 

“I’m headed to Pho 79, on Walker Street.” Loki sat gracefully at the table across from his friend.

“Really? All the way across campus just for some soup?”

“They have a pho tai that’s comparable to my favorite restaurant in Hanoi. Their chefs have perfectly mastered the use of anise in their broth.” 

Nathaniel chuckled. “You know, you could just eat here, it’s closer. The turkey club isn’t half bad. And they just started serving this pumpkin soup that’s pretty decent.” 

“Decent,” Loki repeated, infusing the word with gentle mockery. “Such a terribly mortal standard. ‘Not half bad.’ ‘Pretty decent.’ You do realize these are not actually recommendations?” 

“Not everyone has your refined palate! Some of us are perfectly happy with simple pleasures.” He gestured to his mediocre sandwich with mock defensiveness. “This right here? Pure joy between two slices of bread.”

Loki arched an elegant eyebrow. “Joy? I’ve seen you eat, Nathaniel. You barely taste your food between bites. You consume; you don’t savor.”

“You know, for someone who’s lived for– what, a thousand years? – you’d think you’d have developed more patience for common human cuisine.”

“Precisely because I’ve lived so long that I refuse to waste time on mediocre experiences,” Loki countered smoothly. “Life is too short– even mine– for bad coffee and…” he eyed the sandwich again, “...questionable lunch meat.”

Nathaniel’s nose crinkled as he laughed at his friend’s snobbery. Loki felt a smile spread across his face at his infectious joy.

“Other than enjoying his substandard sandwich, how fares the family man?”

“Chaotic, exhausting, wonderful. Zoe’s soccer team made regionals, and Ella just got the lead in her school play. Rebecca’s been swamped with work, so I’ve been chief chauffeur lately.”

“Quite the domestic symphony you’re conducting there. And how’s your teaching load this term?” Loki asked, watching a golden leaf spiral down to land beside their table.

Nathaniel swallowed his bite and nodded appreciatively. “Couldn’t ask for better, actually. Bright students who actually do the reading.” 

“Yes, well that’s all we can really hope for, I suppose. When the students are engaged, our task becomes almost bearable,” Loki replied, a hint of amusement playing in his expression as he tried to subdue thoughts of Charlotte’s enthusiasm in class.

“Makes all the difference,” Nathaniel agreed, then tilted his head, studying Loki with sudden interest. He popped a potato chip into his mouth, the crunch punctuating the moment of scrutiny. “So the last time I saw you, you were drowning your frustrations in bourbon. But there’s something about you today…you seem...different. Lighter, somehow.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, uncertain whether to be amused or concerned by the observation. “Perhaps I’ve simply resigned myself to the mediocrity that surrounds me. Acceptance can be mistaken for contentment by the casual observer.”

Nathaniel’s expression remained skeptical. “Or perhaps there’s someone new in your life? You’ve got that look about you.”

A smile played at the corners of his mouth, neither admission nor denial. If only he knew. What would Nathaniel think? Loki quickly brushed that thought aside.

“That, my friend, will remain a mystery for the time being,” he said, his tone light but final.

The other professor huffed an amused snort. “Fine, keep your secrets. But whoever– or whatever– is responsible for improving your mood, I approve. The entire faculty will breathe easier if you’re not quite so... Loki-ish all the time.”

“Loki-ish?” 

“You know, the vaguely threatening commentary on the intellectual failings of everyone around you,” Nathaniel clarified, making a sweeping gesture with his napkin in hand. “The constant reminder that you’ve seen civilizations rise and fall and find our current one particularly disappointing.”

Loki couldn’t help but chuckle at the accuracy of the description. “I’ll have you know that your current civilization is not the most disappointing I’ve encountered. That distinction belongs to a small settlement on what you now call Iceland, circa 1100 CE. Truly remarkable levels of incompetence.”

Nathaniel laughed again as he gathered his lunch debris, crumpling wrappers and napkins into a ball. Loki glanced at the extravagant timepiece on his wrist, realizing he needed to carry on with picking up his lunch order. “Well, I truly need to get going, but it was nice to catch up–”

“Yea, same here–oh wait! I forgot to ask you– did you hear about Dr. Peterson? Over in English lit?” 

Loki rolled his eyes, “You know the departmental gossip does not amuse me as much as you.”

“But it’s all anyone in the faculty lounge can talk about– he got caught having an affair with one of his graduate students.”

Loki felt his heart sink, but his expression remained neutral.

“Apparently they’d been carrying on for months. Meeting in his office after hours, sneaking off to his apartment– the whole affair playbook.” He shook his head, equal parts scandal and genuine disappointment coloring his expression. 

A chill that had nothing to do with the autumn weather settled over Loki. “How unfortunate for all involved,” he said, infusing his tone with just the right amount of disinterest. “I assume there were consequences?”

“Oh yea, The Dean’s office acted fast once they found out– he was escorted off campus by the end of the day. He was her thesis advisor, for God’s sake.” Nathaniel ran a hand through his hair, dislodging a few strands that fell across his forehead. “Twenty years at this institution, tenure, multiple publications– all thrown away for what? A few months of sneaking around with a student half his age.”

Loki’s face remained a perfect mask of mild interest, betraying nothing of the sudden sharp pain that seized his stomach. His posture didn’t change, his breathing remained steady, but internally, alarm bells began to ring with increasing urgency.

“And the student?,” he asked.

“Technically not punished. I mean, of course the power dynamic places the responsibility on Peterson. But her academic future is complicated now. The department is scrambling to find her a new advisor. I’m sure there are whispers and sideways glances from other students and professors. Poor woman. The world can be unforgiving, even when you’re technically the victim.”

The implications settled over Loki like a physical weight. Charlotte’s promising academic career, her enthusiasm for learning, her genuine intellectual gifts– all could be tarnished or even derailed by their relationship if it became known. The thought created an uncomfortable pressure in his chest, a concern for her welfare that caught him off guard.

“The whole thing is just so disappointing,” Nathaniel continued, unaware of the impact his words were having.

“Indeed. Quite a serious breach of professional ethics.”

“Yea, it’s really a shame. But now you’ll know the story when you start getting emails for the mandatory training we’re going to be roped into!” Nathaniel stood and began to gather his things.

Loki rose from his chair, “Great, I can’t wait.”

“Anyways, I should let you get back to your lunch quest. And I’ve got class in like fifteen minutes! Good seeing you, Loki. Don’t forget about me now that you’re doing whatever it is you’re doing,” he pointed a finger gun at his friend. 

“Of course, I will text you. We’ll get drinks again soon, I promise,” he managed a half-smile.

With a friendly pat to Loki’s shoulder, Nathaniel headed back toward the Anthropology building, his slightly rumpled figure soon disappearing among the trees lining the path.

Loki continued his walk to the restaurant, despite his hunger now entirely forgotten. The information about Peterson hung in his mind like a storm cloud, dark and threatening, casting shadows over thoughts that had been surprisingly bright just an hour before.

The reality that while he never saw Charlotte as a victim– she had always been an enthusiastic participant, even encouraged him to begin this– the world would not see that. Imagining Nathaniel’s eyes fixed on him with that same quiet disappointment made something heavy settle in his chest. Yet he had weathered such looks before and would do so again. But Charlotte– the thought of her facing that same quiet judgment from her professors made his jaw tighten involuntarily.

Perhaps the most responsible course would be to end their involvement entirely. A clean break, a return to proper professional boundaries, would eliminate the risk to both of them. It would be the logical choice, the prudent decision.

Yet even as this thought formed, Loki felt an immediate resistance rise within him. No, ending things wasn’t the answer– at least, not yet. But changes were clearly necessary. They had been too cavalier, too confident in their discretion. University administration was clearly vigilant, consequences were swift and severe, and Loki had far too much at stake.

The wind picked up, sending a cooler breeze around him as he considered their options. The fantasies from earlier, of her in his bedroom, came into the focus of reality. His pace was measured but purposeful as he considered his new plan. It was settled: they would start seeing each other at his place. That is, if she wanted to. 

Of course she would. 

-> Chapter 14- Pushing The Limit

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The fact that Loki’s position in the university was his punishment was not public knowledge– Stark’s PR firm made sure of that. They touted that the Avengers had reformed Loki, and he had volunteered to work here out of generosity as a goodwill ambassador. How wrong that was.

Loki knew it was his own fault for putting it off, skillfully dodging the administration’s requests and ignoring emails. But now the time had come to pay his dues: he was the guest speaker at the winter fundraiser this year. 

How he loathed the thought. A bunch of rich sycophants asking him inane questions about his time teaching at the university while he jerked off the administration. Ridiculous. Infuriating. 

His trysts with Charlotte had briefly dulled the edges of his confinement, a momentary respite from the constant restraint. Yet Dean Harrison’s message dragged him back to the familiar irritation that had plagued him since the semester began, an itch beneath his skin that no affair could permanently soothe.

The irony was not lost on him. Here he sat, once the god of mischief and chaos, carefully weighing the consequences of declining a university fundraiser. He had once led an army against this realm, had opened a portal that nearly brought Earth to its knees. Now his rebellion was reduced to ignoring emails and fucking his student.

His fist tightened involuntarily as he tried to control the anger building. He knew his quickly souring mood wasn’t merely about the fundraising event. It was about the larger pattern it represented– the constant need to bend to the expectations of mortals who had no right to demand anything of him. It was the fact that he knew what the university would do if they found out about him and Charlotte. Yesterday’s conversation with Nathaniel still weighed on his mind uncomfortably as he anticipated having to discuss the changes to their arrangement. 

Should he tell her the truth? Lay out the assumed consequences he might face if their relationship became known, allowing her to make an informed decision about whether to continue? If she knew the true repercussions set for him if their affair became public, he knew she’d stop it immediately. She was too kind hearted to risk his life for a sexual fling. No. No need to tell her yet.

The laptop snapped shut under Loki’s palm as he closed it with a huff. A gentle rapping at the door interrupted his spiral of frustration. Charlotte. He glanced at the clock, realizing he had lost track of time.

“Come in,” he called, making no effort to mask the irritation in his voice while he remained seated behind his desk.

The door opened, and Charlotte entered with that expression of eagerness and attempted restraint that Loki normally found so entertaining. Today, he merely observed it with detached interest, his mind still half-occupied with his aggravation. 

“Good morning, sir,” Charlotte said quietly as she locked the door behind her and walked towards him. Her smile faltered slightly as she saw his position behind the desk, his closed expression. “Wow, you look pretty mad about something. What’s going on?” 

“It’s absurd. I’m being forced to be a “Speaker” at the university’s pitiful fundraising function. Like some exotic animal on display,” he vented.

“That doesn’t sound so bad. You love to talk!,” she teased, perching on the edge of his desk to face him. Loki observed her, noting how easily she had settled onto his desk despite his cold reception. The casual way she invaded his space, as if entitled to it– a privilege he had granted her over their weeks together– now irritated him. 

“Not about matters that have no interest to me. I do not care about the funding of this school. These are trivial problems that have absolutely no bearing on anything important.”

“Yea, I know it’s not inter-realm politics. But you could just tell a couple of Asgardian stories, and the night will be over before you know it!” Her optimism, typically refreshing, felt like sandpaper against his nerves.

“The fact that I am forced to do these extra curricular functions is abysmal. They cannot do this to me.”

“Well, I think they can. You agreed to work here, so–”

“I did not agree to work here! And what would you know about my employment? You’re merely a student!,” he snapped. The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them. 

A flash of hurt crossed Charlotte’s face before she masked it, her expressive features shuttered into something harder, more defensive. “I do have a job, remember? And I know a lot more about human careers than you do, that’s for sure.”  

Loki shut his eyes as he drew a measured breath, attempting to rein in his rising temper. He didn’t want to fight with her, least of all about this. When he opened his eyes and met her gaze again, he found her studying his face, her brow furrowed slightly with wariness as she tried to decipher the storm that was brewing inside of him. He reached across the desk, covering her small hand with his.

“I’m sorry for my irritability…this academic bureaucracy is not something that I enjoy. Even as a prince on Asgard, I could simply...not appear when summoned to tedious affairs. No consequences.” A bitter smile crossed his face. “Now I have so little freedom, that whatever moments I’m not on this campus are refreshing. Our own liaisons withstanding, of course.”

“Help me understand,” she offered, her voice gentler now. “What makes this so terrible? Is there something else that’s bothering you?”

All of it.

Loki ran his free hand through his hair, sighing heavily. Now was not the time to delve into the depths of his restlessness and frustrations. Maybe just focus on the fundraiser annoyance. “They think parading me before donors somehow dignifies us both,”  he said, forcing his voice into that smooth, glacially amused tone as he removed his hand from Charlotte’s.

“But all it does is debase my history, my lineage, my people. They will whisper about how the mighty god of mischief now stands before them in a tailored suit, domesticated and declawed. And I will smile and nod while the university uses my name and my heritage, to extract money from these people’s bloated bank accounts.”

He leaned back in his chair, his expression settling into something cooler, more distant. It felt good to say it aloud, to articulate the specificities of this particular humiliation. His controlled façade had reasserted itself, but beneath it, the anger still simmered, looking for release.

Charlotte slid from her perch on the edge of his desk, moving with deliberate grace to stand before him. Without hesitation, she stepped between his legs, invading his space with the easy confidence. Surprised, he looked to her expression to see it softened at his explanation, the initial defensiveness melting into something warmer, more understanding.

“Well when you put it that way, I agree it’s pretty shitty,” she said, her voice lower now that they were closer. Her fingers reached out to his shoulders, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from his lapel. 

“Maybe you should tell them the most heinous stories you have. That one about you murdering the general was pretty horrifying,” a small grin pulled at her lips as she reached out to straighten his already immaculate tie. 

Loki huffed, still annoyed but a little amused at her idea. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” 

“Yes, sir,” she grinned down at him, leaning closer, sending a ripple of heat through him that he knew she had intended to provoke. Loki gently caught her hand as it rested against his chest. “There’s more…there’s something I’d like to discuss with you…” he began.

But Charlotte was already shaking her head, “Look, before we do that, you’re a bit stressed. Maybe I can help?” Her hand lightly trailed down his chest to his abdomen. Loki watched her and the warning voice in his mind grew distant, drowned by the sudden rush of heat towards his cock. 

His hips shifted involuntarily toward her touch, and the fabric of his pants grew uncomfortably tight as his arousal responded to her proximity, her scent, the knowing look in her eyes. Blood thundered in his ears, drowning out the protests of caution and restraint.

Leaning forward, her lips nearly touching his ear, she whispered, “Let me take your mind off things.” Her fingers trailed along his collar, and she wrapped a curl of his black hair around her finger, giving it a slight tug.

Loki’s breath caught– a small hitch that betrayed him– and the heat of her palm against his neck sent an electric current down his spine, pooling low in his abdomen. Norns it felt good. His gaze traveled over her face, noting the slight flush across her cheekbones, the way her pupils had dilated, the parting of her lips that betrayed her own arousal.

His hand moved almost of its own accord, trailing up the side of her leg, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her pants. Jasmine and vanilla wafted up from the hollow of her throat where skin flushed pink with heat. The scent had become familiar to him over their weeks together– her signature fragrance mingling with the natural warmth of her skin. He inhaled deeply now, letting it fill his senses, grounding him in this moment. His stare dropped to where her dark green shirt, the one she had teased him with weeks ago, revealed her ample cleavage that rose and fell with each quickening breath. 

Charlotte’s hands now moved to brush lower, tracing the outline of his hardening cock through his pants. “You carry so much tension. Let me help.”

He should stop this, talk to her. About how they shouldn’t do this in his office. But the way she looked, he wanted her now. Wanted her to suck his cock until he could forget his prison. 

“Do you think you can truly help me?” he asked, his voice rough.

“I don’t know, but I can try,” she winked as she sank to her knees before him, her hands running along his thighs as she positioned herself between his legs. The sensation of her palms sliding up toward his groin, even through the fabric of his pants, sent another jolt of heat straight to his now throbbing member. 

“Go on, then,” he encouraged, his voice lowering. “Show me what you can do.”

Loki’s chair creaked as he arched upward, shifting his hips, allowing her to unzip his pants. “Mmm,” she moaned softly as she pulled his cock with her delicate hands. The sight of him– already fully hard, the head flushed darker than the shaft, a bead of moisture gathering at the tip– seemed to please her as much as it did him. Her eyes flicked up to meet his, that mischievous hazel gaze holding his as she leaned forward without hesitation.

Charlotte took the head into her mouth, her lips forming a perfect seal just below the ridge. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, her tongue pressing flat against the sensitive underside before swirling around the crown with deliberate pressure. The contrast between the cool air of the office and the warmth of her mouth created a shiver of pleasure that traveled up his spine, forcing a soft exhalation through his slightly parted lips.

Loki leaned farther back in his chair, allowing her greater access as his hands tightened on the armrests. The smooth leather creaked beneath his grip, the sound mingling with his controlled breathing in the otherwise silent office. Loki felt a shadow of his former power return to him. He was a god, receiving the worship that was his due. 

Charlotte was not taking it slow today, and increased her pace, her wavy hair swinging in rhythm as she took him deeper with each downward movement. The slick warmth of her mouth enveloped him completely, her tongue tracing the prominent vein along the underside of his shaft before massaging the sensitive head.

“Yess…,” he said, the word emerging as more of a sigh than he had intended. This was so fucking hot. A particularly skillful swirl of her tongue drew a low sound from his throat, something between a moan and a growl. His abdominal muscles tightened involuntarily, his breath quickening.

His hand moved to the back of her head, not forcing or guiding. His breathing deepened, became more deliberate as he watched her, as he felt the wet heat of her mouth surrounding him. Charlotte hollowed her cheeks as she applied suction, clearly watching his reactions as she continued to suck him off. Loki’s breathing fractured into shallow gasps as tension gathered at the base of his spine, pleasure coiling tighter with each calculated flick of her clever tongue against the spot just beneath the crown that invariably made his thighs tremble.

“Yes…ju-just like that…,” he encouraged, his fingers tightening in her hair, guiding her movements more directly now as his control began to fray at the edges.

Charlotte shifted, her lips stretching wider as she took him in until he felt the tight heat at the back of her throat. Loki’s breath caught at the sudden pressure against the sensitive head of his cock. He expected her to pull back, to retreat from the intrusion. But to his astonishment, rather than retreating, she relaxed her jaw further, allowing him to slide even deeper. His cock was huge, and she was making a valiant effort. He felt a thrill as he felt himself slip into her deeper than he had before. 

Her nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base of his shaft, warm breath ghosting against his skin. Her throat contracted around him, creating a tightening and loosening sensation that felt like paradise. Loki’s vision blurred at the edges, his hips bucking upward of their own accord, a strangled groan escaped his lips that echoed off the office walls. 

“Fu…” The word fragmented as his breath hitched. “...Fuckk…”

The sharp knock on the door cut through the heated atmosphere like a blade of ice.

NO.

Loki felt his heart drop into his stomach, a physical sensation of dread that instantly extinguished the building pleasure. Adrenaline flooded his system, sharpening his senses. 

Charlotte’s mouth immediately popped off his swollen cock, a small, involuntary sound of a gasp escaping her throat. Her eyes, previously heavy-lidded with desire, flew open wide with unmistakable fear as she stared up at Loki, saliva running down her chin in long drips and strands. She was a beautiful mess, which sent a complicated surge of emotions through him: concern for protecting them fought with an undeniable thrill at the danger of their situation. 

“Shit,” Charlotte whispered, already scrambling backward as she wiped her drool on her sleeve. Her eyes darted frantically around the office, seeking someplace to hide in the meticulously organized space. 

Loki’s heart seemed to beat faster as the knock came again, more insistent this time, leaving no doubt that whoever stood on the other side of the door intended to wait for a response.

FUCKING HEL.

Loki made a swift decision, his mind quickly calculating possibilities. “Under the desk,” he commanded in a hushed tone, gesturing toward the space at his feet. “Quickly.” The wood of the antique desk’s front panel would shield her from view, provided whoever entered didn’t walk around to Loki’s side.

Charlotte swiftly crawled under the desk with as much dignity as the situation allowed. As she arranged herself in the confined space, something shifted within Loki– a familiar sensation he hadn’t experienced with such intensity since before his exile. The call of chaos that had defined his existence for millennia, surged through him with renewed vigor. Here, in this moment of potential disaster, he felt intoxicated with something old, something thrilling.

A devilish smirk spread across his features, transforming his expression from one of panic to calculated mischief. “Put your mouth back on my cock, where it belongs,” he commanded with quiet intent.

Another knock at the door.

Charlotte’s eyes widened further, a mixture of shock and unmistakable arousal darkening her irises as she registered his words. For a heartbeat, she hesitated, before taking his cock back in his mouth and he pushed his chair back under the desk. One of her hands took the base, her mouth now covering only a part of him. Smart girl, he was a lot to take and anything more would make her gasp and choke loudly.

“Come in,” Loki called, his voice remarkably steady considering the circumstances. In the moment, with danger and desire balanced on a knife’s edge, Loki felt more like himself than he had in months.

“Hi, Professor,” came the bright voice of Ms. Warren, the university librarian, as she stepped into his office carrying a small stack of books. “I just thought I would drop off these new books that came in.” She offered him a smile that lingered too long, her gaze traveling over him with an appreciation she made little attempt to disguise.

“Ms. Warren,” Loki acknowledged with a slight nod. “How thoughtful of you.” He remained seated– now was not the time for courtesies. 

The slight pressure of Charlotte’s mouth remained constant, her discipline impressive given the circumstances. The adrenaline heightened his senses, he could feel her tongue pressed flat against the underside of his shaft; the subtle tremor in her body where her shoulder pressed against his leg, the slight quickening of his own pulse despite his outward calm, the danger making him harder than he’d been moments before. 

“I noticed these came in with the new acquisitions and thought you’d be interested,” she explained, approaching his desk with the books clutched to her chest. Ms. Warren was perhaps forty, with hair pulled back in a severe bun that failed to diminish her attractive features. Today she wore the tightest sweater and pencil skirt he had ever seen her in, complete with high heels. She had intentions today.

Loki felt Charlotte shift slightly beneath the desk, the movement causing her mouth to slide almost imperceptibly along his length. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through him that he masked with practiced control, his expression revealing nothing of the warmth currently surrounding his cock.

Ms. Warren placed the books on the corner of his desk rather than handing them directly to him, using the action as an excuse to lean forward slightly. The movement offered a clear view of her cleavage, framed by the V-neck of her sweater. Her perfume intensified with her proximity, a cloud of artificial musk and floral scents that were sickening.

“Well that’s kind of you, thank you,” he said, reaching out to pretend to read the titles, trying to determine how to politely but firmly end this unexpected visit.

“Soo, what are you up to? Have classes soon?,” she asked casually. He knew she knew the truth– that he didn’t have any until this afternoon. 

“I do not, but I am about to leave for lunch…” Loki managed to keep his voice steady.

Rather than taking the hint, the librarian moved closer to the desk, her fingers tracing patterns on its polished surface. “Actually, I was wondering what you’re up to for lunch today? The new café across from the humanities building is supposed to be excellent. I thought perhaps maybe you would like to join me?”

To his mingled alarm and excitement, Charlotte, instead of simply warming his cock, now began to suck harder, bobbing herself down slowly on him. The sudden renewal of stimulation after moments of stillness sent a jolt of pleasure up his spine. Was she trying to make him lose his concentration? 

His balls drew up tight against his body, a lightning rush of pleasure threatened to overwhelm him from Charlotte’s possessiveness and the danger they were in. He had to calm himself before the librarian watched him accidentally come. Loki’s knuckles whitened on the armrest as he fought to keep his voice steady, his godly control tested beyond measure.

He cleared his throat, regaining control of himself. “A thoughtful invitation,” he replied, his voice steady despite the extraordinary effort required to maintain normal conversation. “But I have a lunch date, actually.”

Ms. Warren’s disappointment was visible in the slight downward turn of her mouth. Yet she recovered quickly, professional poise reasserting itself.  “Oh. Okay…well then I’ll leave you to it.”

She finally took a definitive step toward the door, though her reluctance was evident in her slow pace and the way she continued to face him rather than turning to leave. “But do let me know what you think of those books when you’ve had a chance to review them,” she said, lingering.

To his relief, Charlotte slowed down again, resuming warming his cock instead of actively trying to make him come.

“Enjoy your lunch,” Ms. Warren said, finally opening the door. Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer than necessary, curiosity in her expression.

“Thank you, Ms. Warren. I will.” Loki maintained his composure, but he could feel it slipping.

“Door closed or open?” Ms. Warren asked, one hand on the doorknob.

Damnit it woman, just leave!!

“Closed, if you would be so kind, thank you,” Loki replied courteously. She nodded before slipping out into the hallway, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

The sound of the latch engaging released a tension Loki hadn’t fully acknowledged. As soon as he heard the click of the door closing, he rolled his chair backwards to check on Charlotte, removing his painfully hard cock from her mouth. She remained on her knees in the cramped footwell, wisps of hair clinging to her damp forehead, her cheeks red as she gasped and caught her breath. 

“You did so well, kitten,” he said quietly, gently tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. Her eyes were watery from the strain of maintaining such an uncomfortable position. “Though I’m not sure I appreciated your efforts to make me come while talking with Ms Warren.”

“Just wanted to remind you I was here,” she smiled up at him as she panted, a mixture of pride and lingering tension in her expression.  She shifted on her knees, stretching briefly before scooting forward again, positioning herself between his legs again.  Loki wasn’t sure if she was more turned on by nearly getting caught, but without hesitation or prompting, she took his still-hard cock back into her mouth, resuming her attention with renewed enthusiasm.

Loki watched as she slid down inch by inch, her lips stretching wider as they traveled past the halfway point of his shaft again, her eyes no longer meeting his as her head tilted downward to take him further. She braced one hand against his thigh as she pressed forward with stubborn resolve as she began to take him in deeper. A surge of possessive pleasure coursed through him.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough, betraying the effect she had on him. “Take all of me.”

As Charlotte pushed herself further, the head of Loki’s cock entered her throat– a sensation that triggered an involuntary gag reflex fighting against her willpower. Loki felt her throat convulse around him, her body fighting against the intrusion even as she deliberately relaxed her muscles to accommodate him better.

The combination of that sound and the feeling of his large cock in her small throat shattered what was left of Loki’s restraint. His hands instinctively went to her head, his long fingers disappearing into her soft waves of hair with a firm grip, as he pushed himself as far as he could go with a low groan.

Valhalla. 

After a moment, he lessened the pressure on her head, and Charlotte drew back with a choking gasp, large strands of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his cock as she fought to refill her lungs. Her chest heaved with the effort, color high in her cheeks, eyes watery from the strain. The sight of her in such a state– disheveled, breathless– sent another pulse of arousal through him. Norns she was an absolute mess. 

He gave her a moment to catch her breath, before lowering her back onto him, and she began to take him deeply once more, and set both of her hands on his thighs, her intent unmistakable: she was inviting him to take control, to use her throat. 

The realization sent a fresh surge of arousal through him, his cock twitching noticeably within the wet heat of her mouth. “Is that what you want?” he asked, his voice dropping. “You want me to fuck that beautiful throat?”

Her response was a muffled sound of agreement and a slight nod that sent vibrations along his length. The movement caused her to gag slightly, but she made no attempt to pull away. His hands tightened in Charlotte’s hair, holding her head in place as his hips began to thrust, setting a pace that was demanding. 

He wanted to ruin her. Ruin himself. Ruin everything. 

“Fuck…yes, kittenn…” he growled. Charlotte yielded to his control, relaxing her jaw and throat, allowing him to use her as he needed. Loki’s hips bucked harshly, pushing himself deeper with each forward movement. Charlotte gagged but maintained her position.

The sensation was overpowering- her submission, the tightness of her throat. He could tell she had never done this. But here she was, his little whore just for him to take his pleasure from. His eyelids shut closed as he focused on the acute pleasure coursing through his system like liquid fire. 

Wet, obscene squelches of her throat being abused echoed in the room, but he didn’t care. His thrusts rapidly became uneven, the heaviness in his balls returning. As he fucked her throat with wild abandon, Charlotte’s saliva pooled onto the expensive fabric of his pants, soaking his thighs.

Loki’s orgasm built quickly, the combination of physical sensation and thrill pushing him rapidly toward the edge. The pressure at the base of his spine intensified, spreading outward in waves that tightened his muscles and quickened his breathing. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her in place as his hips jerked involuntarily.

“FUCK!” The exclamation escaped him with uncharacteristic volume as his release finally overtook him. With a strangled groan he failed to suppress, Loki came down her throat in hot pulses, his hips driving forward as intense pleasure crashed through him in waves. Charlotte maintained her position, reflexively swallowing around him with impressive determination as her fingers dug into the meat of his thighs.

The intensity of his climax seemed to stretch time, transforming seconds into an eternity of pure sensation. Only when the last aftershocks had subsided did his grip relax, his arms returning to the armrests as he flopped backwards in his chair, allowing Charlotte to pull away. Over his loud ragged panting and heart racing, he heard her remove herself from his semi hard cock with a gasp and a messy squelch, her body immediately drawing in deep, desperate breaths. 

Loki’s breath came in shallow gasps as waves of pleasure receded through his body. His head rested against the back of the leather, eyes closed, savoring the tremors that pulsed through him with diminishing intensity. His release had been profound, almost violent in its totality, leaving him boneless and momentarily incapable of speech. A thin sheen of sweat cooled on his forehead as his racing heart gradually slowed to something approaching its normal rhythm. He felt utterly spent. 

He felt himself peacefully drifting away when he heard the sound of movement. His eyes opened slowly, his gaze immediately finding Charlotte as she walked across his office, her legs not entirely steady beneath her as she made her way toward the beverage cart he kept in the corner.

She reached for a glass, her fingers trembling slightly as they closed around the crystal tumbler. The sound of water pouring from the pitcher filled the otherwise silent room, as she poured herself a glass and drank deeply. 

Tears had left visible tracks down her flushed cheeks, her mascara slightly smudged beneath her eyes, her lips swollen and red. Her hair fell in disarray around her face, sections clinging to her damp skin while others stood at odd angles where his fingers had disturbed them. A dark patch of moisture stained the collar where her own saliva had dribbled down, the fabric clinging to her skin in a way that would be immediately noticeable to anyone who saw her leave. Beautiful.

Charlotte turned and their eyes met. The flush across her cheeks intensified from his observation, but she didn’t look away. She moved toward the leather couch, settling herself at one end, tucking her legs beneath her casually. Her eyes, still slightly glazed from the intensity of their recent activities, watched him with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire.

“You’re staring,” she said, her voice raspier than usual as she smiled warmly at him.

Loki finally stirred from his reclined position, tucking himself away and fastening his trousers. “Am I not allowed to appreciate my handiwork?” He pushed himself up to stand, and crossed his office to join her on the couch, settling himself on the other end as he had many times before.

Charlotte shifted slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her free hand nervously. “Sorry about the mess…” she glanced down at the darkened patch on his trousers where her saliva had soaked through the expensive fabric. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her glass, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. 

“Oh kitten, don’t ever apologize for that. I just wish I had my magic, it was so much easier to clean up after my romantic entanglements.”

“And thank you, that was just what I needed…I must say, you continue to surprise me, Miss Baker.” His anger and frustration from only thirty minutes ago seemed like distant memories, washed away by the tide of pleasure she had drawn from him.

She blushed at his compliment. “Yea, I really enjoyed it…" Her voice was slightly hoarse, and she cleared her throat, wincing slightly at the soreness. “...but I think my heart stopped when I heard that knock.” 

Her smile faded, and her eyes no longer met his but instead focused somewhere on the middle distance, reliving the moment of panic they had shared. “Loki, I know this is fun and all, but I can’t keep nearly getting caught. It’s getting to be stressful, and I’m worried that–” She paused, swallowing hard. “That was just too close. Way too close…” Her voice cracked on the final word, and to Loki’s surprise, fresh tears began to form in her eyes, gathering at the lower lids but not yet falling. The sight of her tears stirred something protective in his chest that had little to do with self-preservation.

“Charlotte,” he said, his voice gentler than usual as he crossed the distance between them on the couch. “You’re right. It was too close. I have been thinking about it myself. We shouldn’t continue this in such a public manner. It’s too risky.”

“Oh…” Charlotte said, blinking in surprise. Her fingers tightened around the water glass she still held. “So what does that mean?” The question carried a note of worry.

Loki reached out, resting his large hand on her knee in a comforting gesture. “I’d like your permission to exchange numbers, so that we can continue our...affair...in private. At my house.”

“Really? Your house?” Charlotte’s expression transformed, anxiety giving way to something brighter, more hopeful. “That would...I mean, I’d really like that.” 

Relief washed through Loki, more intense than he had anticipated– especially after what had just happened.

“Alright then, it’s settled,” he said, allowing a small smile to curve his lips. His gaze drifted toward her bag, which sat abandoned near his desk. Loki pointed to it, “Could you pass me your phone?” Charlotte rose from the couch, moving with more steadiness now than she had shown earlier.

She unlocked it and handed it to him. Loki took the device, momentarily studying its screen before he sent a text to himself, hearing the muted buzz of his own phone vibrating somewhere across the room.

“There you go, now you have my number,” he said, returning her phone with a deliberate brush of his fingers against hers. “Make sure you don’t put my name in it.”

Charlotte nodded, accepting both the phone and the instruction with equal seriousness. She smiled at him, a genuine expression that reached her eyes. “Thank you, Loki” came out barely above a whisper. She leaned forward, her lips meeting his. They didn’t part hungrily or press with urgent demand. Instead, they rested against his, soft and still at first, then moving with a deliberate slowness as she kissed him gently.  

His body, still humming with the afterglow, responded with a different kind of pleasure as he returned her kiss– one that spread through him like warm honey rather than crashing like a wave. Her hand moved to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through the dark strands of his dampened hair with a delicate touch that sent pleasant shivers down his spine. 

His hand rose to her face almost of its own accord, palm settling against her cheek. His thumb found a tear track, still damp and slightly cool, and traced it away with a light touch.

When they parted, he found himself wanting to reassure her, to erase the remnants of fear that still lingered at the edges of her expression. Yet he was still Loki, still himself, and tender reassurances didn’t come naturally to his tongue.

“You’re welcome,” he said, his thumb tracing the outline of her lower lip in a gesture that shifted their interaction back toward the sensual. “Besides, I want to hear your screams as you come undone around me.”

Charlotte giggled, the last traces of anxiety faded from her expression.

A new wave of contentment washed over Loki. This new chapter in their arrangement felt better– felt like a path that might lead somewhere worth exploring. This felt right.

-> Chapter 15- Date Night

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