“Loki, please,” you beg, kneeling, nestled between his legs as he sits on the throne. Your hands rest on his hips, your eyes gazing pleadingly up towards his, as you drag your hands downward, your thumbs resting on the inside of Loki’s thighs.
He looks down at you, a smirk spreading dangerously across his thin lips.
You plead, “It’s been so long. Please, let me pleasure you,” emphasising your desire by gripping the fabric of his leather trousers tightly in your hands. You feel your breath quickening at the mere thought of Loki’s body before you – a precious sight you have been denied for several weeks. You long to run your tongue along his length, and lavish him with sensual pleasures. To be rewarded by his body reacting to every touch.
“And what have you done to deserve such a privilege?” Loki scolds playfully, his hand tightening around his sceptre, the other gripping the arm of the throne, his knuckles whitening with the pressure of his grip.
“Have I not been always dutiful?” you ask innocently, your eyes wide, “Have I not sworn to love and revere my king in every possible way?”
“You have,” Loki concedes, looking down to approvingly meet your gaze.
“Then allow me to make good on my word,” you request, feeling your own wet desire pool between your legs as you kneel before him, causing you shift slightly. “Allow me to take you into my hands,” you slide your hand further up his thigh, resisting the urge to stroke his already growing erection without first earning permission, “into my mouth…”
Loki lets out a low moan of appreciation, though his expression remains stoically fixed, his grip on the sceptre and the throne still tight.
“Allow me to prove my devotion to my king,” you insist, moving your body closer to him, and biting your lip.
“You may continue,” is all he replies, looking straight ahead, though his eyes seem unfocused on anything before him.
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