Desperate Times in Desperate Nights
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CHAPTER 1
   I'd been wet all night. My legs continuously scissoring on the bed. I just could not getcomfortable. I couldn't turn it off. I wanted it. So much. I'd already texted my husband.
I love you, but I need you to lick, suck, and fuck me, when you get home. I've masturbated twice already, and I'm still horny as hell. Going to get some sleep. See you in the morning!
Yeah, that pretty much made it clear how much I needed him.
I had gotten off work, drove to our causeway and walked it twice. I had hoped that the excercise would wear down my sudden sex drive surge. But alas, it didn't. In fact, if anything, listening to the music over my headphones and seeing the water rush below me, probably got me even wetter. By the time I got back to my car, I was just about ready to fuck anything with a cock. But of course, like the good little married woman I was, I didn't stop to get any offers.
I drove home with Nick Jonas blaring about chains on the radio, and the lights of oncoming cars searing into my retinas. Once there, I checked on my son for the final time of the night, said good night to my mother in law, and made my way to the bedroom. I quickly lost my shirt. I'd always hated shirts, they got in the way oh so much. Then I shimmied out of my jeans. Not that they were at all uncomfortable, but god, I was so sensitive, and the denim was doing me no service in that department. My bra was the next thing to come off, my double d's glad for the breathing space after eighteen hours in the damned thing.
I laid down on our queen sized bed, and took my pink vibrator out of the bed side drawer. Turning it on, I rubbed it slowly over my clit. The vibrations were delightful. Closing my eyes, I imagined my husbands face between my legs, lapping at me with his tongue ring while I played with myself. I was doing so good by myself, then my imagination took a turn. What should have been my husbands face coming up, was then Lokis. That damned God of Mischief. He was certainly playing mischief with me. But, determined to finish, I imagined him going back down, licking, sucking, and fingering me. I was so close that it didn't really matter who was down there. I turned up the level of vibration and that was it. I came strong and hard. My whole body quivering, shaking my head from side to side, trying to keep my mother in law in the living room outside my door from hearing me moan.
I wasn't exactly fully satisfied, but I figured it would do well enough until Jack got home. So I got up, padded to the bathroom and stepped into the warm spray of the shower. Thing is, those long warm tendrils of water lapped at my already swollen folds, and made me want to beg for more. By the time I had cleaned up and finished with my shower, I was hot and ready all over again. So, damp and naked, I laid on the bed with my toy once again. Playing slowly and steadily usually would get me pretty close, but not tonight. I needed a real cock in me, and no amount of clit stimulation was going to work this time around. Fuck! I would go insane before Jack even made it home.
So, there I was, in bed, 4:30 in the morning, barely a wink of sleep.
"You seem in need of some assistance, my dear. May I help?"
"Who exactly were you expecting? Your husband? Another lover perhaps?"
I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet and blanket that I had abandoned back over me and up to my chest. I was completely nude, and sadly, as much as having a man I'd never met in my bedroom should have scared me or made me want to run screaming, I was considerably calm.
"Frankly, I wasn't expecting anyone. Let alone, the famous god of mischief."
"Well, I'm rather pleased that you think of me as famous. I am a god after all."
He gave a little bow with a lot of flourish.
"That's all fine and dandy dearie, but my most pressing question right now is; why are you here? In my bedroom? At night? While I should be sleeping?"
I stopped for a moment, thinking I would give him time to answer, when a slightly unsettling idea popped into my head.
"Holy shit! How long have you been standing there? Have I been sleeping with you watching me? Is this what you do? Do you get off on this? Fuck!"
"Ehhehehe! No, I do not get off on watching you sleep. Like you Midgardians, I do require physical stimulation. Which, from the way you've been moving in that bed for the last few minutes, you are more than ready and willing to give me all the stimulation I could need."
Slowly, at least it felt slowly, he sauntered over to my side of the bed. I watched him closely, never taking my eyes off of him, noticing the way he moved. So predatory, stealthy, stalking like. Shit, sexy really.
"Do you always stare so intently at a man in your bedroom? Or am I truly so intriguing that you have forgotten yourself?"
Loki moved his right hand slowly to the edge of my sheet which I had been clutching to my chest and hooked one finger in it. Giving a slight tug, he pulled it away from my breasts. Apparently I hadn't been all that keen on keeping them covered anyways.
I swallowed hard whatever was suddenly lodged in my throat.
"Milk? Whatever do you mean?"
"Your breasts. They are like milk. Smooth. Creamy. Full. May I?"
"May you what exactly? I'm sorry, I must be a bit slow tonight. The game of flirting was never really my forte."
The hand that had pulled the sheet away was suddenly and slowly drawing a circle along the side of my now exposed bosom, working its way to my already hard and sensitive nipple.
"May I touch? May I have a taste? May I...How do you Midgardians put it? Fuck? I've been looking for you. A strong female, naturally wanton, able to take what I have to offer. I watched you tonight, on that bridge. You were waiting for it all to go away. I could see your face, the looks you got when you would step just right to rub that clothing against your swollen cunt. You were in ectasy without even realizing it. I want, no, I need, to take that neediness and urge, and use it to my advantage."
"Why would you want to use me? I'm not particularly lovely. There are plenty of horny, in shape, young women around. In fact, I saw a few at the bridge tonight. Go find one of them. I'm sure you would have no issue doing so. They are more than willing these days."
"Oh, they are. But there is a problem with those little sluts."
His fingers were tracing around my nipple, tantalizingly close.
"And that would be what exactly?"
He started to pull and slowly roll my right nipple between his fingers. I was feeling a bit, hot.
"I could fuck them constantly for months, and if they survived, they would still have no idea how to please me."
"And what exactly makes you think I would be any better?"
"You have already been with a god. Perhaps not of my caliber, but he speaks highly of you, even if you did piss him off. Says you could make him peak without even using your cunt to please him. Claimed that you were a true Eros, your only flaw was that you were not one to comply."
"Eros? Who would have told him that? No one even knows they exist anymore. I cant-"
"My brother was one of your first. The man you were to learn from, but he could not teach you anything that you did not already know. He said you were beyond your years in experience. I wish to find out if this is still true."
He brought his left hand to the nape of my neck and started lighting my skin up with his warmth.
"I'm pretty sure I would know if I had ever been with a god. Just saying, that sounds a little memorable."
I had become a bit breathy.
"Really? Perhaps he was just not what you needed. I can feel your pulse already quickening simply at my touch and your cheeks are flush with need. You do not want someone who is simply wanting to rut like animals. You want more. You want satisfaction. You are a very greedy young woman. I like that."
"You are nothing more than a figment of my imagination. You are not real. Just a dream."
I closed my eyes tightly and tried to repeat my mantra, but he wasn't having that. Suddenly, his hand went to my left nipple, pulling and squeezing, kneading it harshly; and his mouth was at my ear, whispering to me.
"I am more than just a dream pet. I will fuck you now, and when your husband gets home, he will find you wet, weeping with my seed. He will be unable to get me out of your mind and you will still want more."
Slowly, he took my earlobe into his mouth and bit lightly, then backed off, but not by much.
"Remove the blankets, I wish to see all of you. I have wish to see what I now claim."
I couldn't help it, I threw the blankets off with the relish of a magician revealing his disappearing act. He let go of my nipple, pulled his hand from my back, and stood straight. I could feel his eyes looking me over as though he were perusing the pages of a catalogue. It was so, violating, yet freeing. Even my husband rarely got to see me like this, I was simply too self conscious.
He took a step to the end of the bed and quickly grabbed my ankles, dragging them to the near non existent foot board, causing me to end up on my back, slightly shocked.
"Why? When exactly did I become a dog?"
The look I got for that comment was enough to make me shut up. And trust me, that in itself was a miracle.
He lifted my left leg and pulled it away from the center, exposing my now, probably, dripping folds. I couldn't lie, I was made for this experience. For the use of men like this. Not just some man off the street like a common street walker, but for the gods. He was right. I was an Eros. A female child given to the gods simply for their pleasure. We were trained to please them with any means possible. I could make men go crazy with just a coy look and a few simple touches. I'd been known to get out of having sex, by making my boyfriends come right in their trousers. It really wasn't that hard, if you knew what you were doing.
The only outside person who had ever known about my training, had been my first husband. And the only reason he knew was because his mother had been a high priestess for Odin. Athera, the women who had trained me. We had all been young women, first trained in the ways of old when we hit puberty. But we had been encouraged to keep our skills to just using our hands, mouth, and other extremities until we grew of age. Then, we would be trained in the ways of coitus. By the time I was fourteen, I could make men fall to their knees in lust with my words, lips, and hands.
That was why, despite not being the most beautiful woman in the world, I was wanted by many. Apparently, that now included a god. And, well, fuck me. He wanted to do just that.
"Should I assist you in preparing? I mean, most men need a little help."
Obviously he did not catch on to my sarcasm.
He was staring at my naked body like he would devour me then and there. That was when I then noticed the excessive bulge at his crotch. Most men would brag about their length, but this, this was not bragging. He definitly had the goods to back up his threat of a good time.
He started at my feet. Softly touching my skin, fingers lightly running up the inside of my foot, over my ankle, and up my calf. Every where he touched, it felt like hot ice was being drawn along. I could see him, inspecting every inch of me. Thank the gods I had shaved that night. I was already one for being clean to begin with, but the feelings of most Eros was to have no hair below the eyebrows. Hell, most of my sisters shaved those off too. Drew them on instead.
He circled around a few little reddish brown marks on my knees.
"Freckles. They're from the sun. I'm no fresh Eros. When we leave the practice, we do have to live normal lives. That includes seeing the sun on occasion."
"They are rather interesting. Asgardians do not have these. I find the urge to draw from one to the other quite amusing."
"Like a connect the dots? Great. I get the god who likes to draw."
The last was said to myself, but I guess he heard me because he gave me a hard look and said,
"Yes, I do love to draw. I hear I am quite good at it. My fingers are lithe and capable of drawing the fine lines needed."
His hands were reaching up my thighs. The Eros in me told me not to move yet, to let him do his thing, but the woman in me that was still married, told me to get up and run like hell. He massaged the inside of my thighs and was still staring at my core, making me just a little uncomfortable.
"Your skin, it is so smooth, like fine silk. Practically flawless. No scars, no marring. And your core, it is perfect. Closed off to any who would dare to look, unless you give them permission to touch. May I?"
Shit. If I say no, will he do so anyways? But if I say yes, and gods knew I wanted to say yes, would that be bad? I tried to stall him for just a little while.
"Perhaps you should look over the rest of me. Ensure that I am indeed what you wish for. I am not completely unscarred."
Surely, no god would want someone like me. Not after he saw all of me.
He looked up to me with those dazzling eyes. Those damned dazzling blue eyes. Questioning me. Rising slightly, he put a knee on the bed between my legs and moved up to my hips. He fingered the tattoo of the pentacle with the moon on my right hip bone.
"Did that hurt? Is it the mark of your sisterhood? The symbol of strength and clarity. New beginnings?"
"Uhm, no. I mean, yes that's what it stands for, but no, my sisterhood mark was never given to me."
"Why? Did you fail to pass your examination?"
His glance darted to me for a moment.
"Erm, no. I was given to a priestesses son before I could finish."
He was tracing the outlines of the star and moon.
So many questions. I stared pointedly at the ceiling, trying not to focus on his fingers, and more on my answer.
"He loved men more than women. And as his father was prominent in the house of Odin, he...He had to keep up appearances. I was to be there to participate in his love affairs. That way, when people asked, he could say that it was me who loved to have an audience."
Not entirely true, but not entirely false either. I didn't like an audience. But I was originally given to him because his brother "ruined" me. Not by raping me, but by tearing at my most sensitive parts with his teeth. Thankfully, modern medicine was a great thing. A nice labiaplasty, and I was back to normal.
"I see...Your child? Male or female?"
He was thumbing my abdomen.
"Good. You are healthy birther. That makes this all the more promising."
He had reached my c section scar and stretch marks. How was he not repelled? I was repelled by them all the time.
I could feel his leather trousers against my legs, and his coat was trailing along my thighs and now up my hips and stomach.
"You are an exquisite female. Why do you doubt yourself so much? And do not attempt to tell me you do not. I could feel it in the way you tensed as I got to your scar. It is a symbol that you have what is needed to continue the line of your male. And you have succesfully completed your job. Most Eros have girls first. That is why there are so many of you."
He dipped his head and I thought he was going to listen my heart or something stupidly innocent like that, but no. His mouth took in half of my breast, sucking in. I could feel his tongue swirling over my nipple while his teeth bit slowly into the muscle. His right hand was on my hip and his left hand had moved to my other breast, kneading it.
I couldn't help it, I was moaning like a little slut, holding onto the sheets of the bed for dear life. My hand moved to his hair, but before I tangled my fingers into that ebony mass of softness, I pulled back, remembering, I was not too keen on this idea. It did not help that I could tell just the kind of strength he had. He was completely over me, and holding himself up without his arms. That was some major core muscle use.
His mouth left my breast, leaving a warm wet spot and making me feel the cool breeze of my fan. I was feeling slightly bereft.
"Do you like that? The feel of my mouth on you? The feel of someone who is as trained as you?"
I looked at him slightly increduously. Eyebrow raised.
"Trained? You? No dear, you are simply experienced. There's a difference. I know what to look for when pleasing a male, you simply fumble around until you find what you think works."
Before I had really thought about it, I had hooked a leg over his hip and an arm around his shoulder and used his own weight to roll him onto his back. Now, I was on top of him and straddled above his already thickened cock straining against his leathers. Impressive, came to mind.
"Well, isn't this a slight turn of events?"
Loki's smirk was that of a man who had me exactly where he wanted me. That bugged me a little.
I placed my hands on his shoulders, pinning him down, while I calmly spoke.
"I'm not a whore. Even if I was trained to fuck your brains out, doesn't mean that I will. I still like having my choices. And presently, I'm married, so my choice is my husband. So, I'm going to get off of you, and you are going to go back to where ever you came from. Be it Asgard or my imagination."
"I am not going anywhere, lovely. I'm going to have you, and we are going to enjoy it. And I will come back repeatedly, night after night. You are like a bitch in heat, you need this. You crave this. You crave the difference between the two of us, your husband and I. His soft and gentle, my hard and strong. I can fuck you until you can no longer come, until you are truly spent."
I had to interject there. I could only handle him bashing my husband so much.
"He holds his own quite well, thank you. I don't need you, too. If I want sex that lasts for hours, all I have to do is ask for it. Ask and you shall recieve."
Lokis hand snuck around to the nape of my neck and grabbed hold of the braid I had plaited earlier. Giving a quick tug, he had me in a position of compromise. Head back, neck stretched, I could either let him pull harder, or lean back with his pull. I chose to sit up. I don't have many weaknesses but pulling my hair just right was one of two that I was aware of.Â
"I'm not sure you truly understand. I will not be out done by my dog of a brother. I will have you. Here. Now."
Before I even had time to reply, he had sat up, and flipped us back over. But then, just to add insult to injury, he lifted high enough to flip me over onto my stomach. Taking my hands and shoving them under me, he made me feel my own mound, mere inches away from my already soaked slit. He leaned into me and I could feel his cock surging against his pants, pressing into my ass like he was asking permission. He had one hand holding himself up and the other at the nape of my neck still. Pulling slowly and with just enough pressure to make me squirm under him, he lowered his face to be next to mine.
"What makes you think I want you? Why would you be so arrogant?"
"I can feel it, I can smell it. You are in heat. I will fill you to the brim and you will enjoy every moment of it. Hours, lovely? We don't need that. I can have you slowly or quickly and you will love it, either way. Enjoy every moment of my throbbing cock in your soaked cunt, feeling me move against that spot that makes you scream my name."
Leaning and grinding against me, his weight made me powerless to move. He pulled my head to the side and started biting at my neck. Fuck! I could only handle so much pleasure before even I would come. Just as suddenly as he had started biting, he stopped. In an almost questioning voice, he said,
"I want to taste you. I want to taste that sweet essence of you. Now, stay. Trust me, you will enjoy this."
He let go of my hair and slowly slid down my back, leaving nips and kisses down my spine before taking a solid bite into my ass, my right thigh, and then my left. He spread my legs like I was a book, raised my hips into the air, and delved into my core like a boy with an ice cream cone. I could feel every movement of his tongue. Licking at my nub, slipping in and out of my hole. Sucking on me, even nipping at me a bit. Just enough to get me right there. He slipped one long finger in me, slowly.
"No, not God, Loki. Say it!"
He moved that finger in and out rhythmically, rocking my world while he continued to lick and suck. He added a second long digit and I was breaking. I could practically see the fissure in my vision.
"Fuck me!...Loki!...Oh shit...What are you doing to me?"
I'd always been rather easy to please, perhaps too easy. But this was ridiculous. I wasn't even sure I wanted him, let alone that I wanted him to make me come like this, face in the pillow, ass in the air.
The only response I got from him was a moan against my clit while he finger fucked me, adding a third digit. That was it, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. That feeling of near pain, right before it all changes into explicit pleasure. I felt like I was shattering. My muscles clenched, and my legs shook. Loki continued to lap at me as I was sure I was leaking my cum onto his fingers and face.
"You are most definitly a sweet tasting thing. Even your cum is delicious."
