WARNINGS: demon!Loki, DUB-CON, NON-CON, faint side of Peter x reader (if you squint)
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This is the end! This was originally going to be 3 parts but then I decided on 5 before finally deciding on 4. Just a self indulgent little halloween piece for October. Hope you guys had fun reading this.
summary: holding the title for the most doted on Avenger, the rest of the team begins to worry when you start to display uncharacteristic behavior. You brush off their concern, assuring them that everything is fine. You have it under control, but how can you control the voice inside your head when it doesn’t belong to you?
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“…and…there’s the heartbeat,” Dr. Cho said, falling quiet so that you could hear.
Despite the numerous tests you’d forced them to do over and over, and despite how much you denied any possibility, the ugly truth was finally too obvious to deny. You were pregnant. The evidence, pounding in your ears like a drum, was too hard to ignore. With shaky hands, you pulled her own, and the device, away from your stomach.
“We need to get you on some prenatal vitamins,” she started. “…as well as figure out what caused your vomit to take on such a dark color and strange substance.”
You knew why. Finally accepting that all of these dreams had not been dreams at all, you longed to tell her the truth. Tell her everything so that something could be done about it. Could something be done about him? You’d never been a particularly religious person, but perhaps this called for more spiritual methods.
However, when you opened your mouth to finally tell her everything, you found that you couldn’t speak. The words were on the tip of your tongue, but no matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t come out. Dr. Cho turned away to look at some reports, oblivious to your internal struggle, and your heart raced as a fog briefly fell over your mind. You shook your head, blinking, and when you opened your eyes, Dr. Cho was at your side again, cleaning you up.
“Well, you are free to go for now,” she said, helping you up. “…but you’ll have to come back tomorrow and the next day as well.”
Nat hadn’t told her what you’d said, Dr. Cho none the wiser to your strange situation, so she was treating this like any other pregnancy. You bid her goodbye, unsurprised to find Peter waiting outside of the infirmary door. His eyes were wide with worry, and he seemed hesitant to approach you.
“So…you’re okay then?”
You swallowed, unsure of what to say before eventually shaking your head. He frowned as you walked past him, and he hurried to catch up to you.
“Y/N?”
Your mind spun as you fought to settle on something to say, ignoring Peter as he called you again. He grabbed you as you reached your bedroom door, spinning you around to face him. His brows were furrowed, dark eyes searching yours.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?”
Your lips parted.
“Dr. Cho is still running tests, but she assured me that I’m going to be fine.”
You frowned as soon as the words left your mouth. You hadn’t said that. Well, you had, but you hadn’t meant to. They were in your voice as they had come from your mouth, but…it felt like you hadn’t said them. Peter frowned a bit at this, but eventually nodded.
He went to pull you into a hug, but something forced you to step away. His frown deepened at that, and so did yours, but Peter seemed to brush it off. He simply settled for rubbing your arm.
“You should get some rest then. I’ll come by to check on you later?”
You nodded, and he threw you a small smile before leaving. You stood there for a moment, wondering what was happening before eventually stepping into your room. You were barely past the doorway when it slammed shut behind you, and you weren’t all that surprised to find him there when you looked up.
He was at the window, gazing out onto the grounds, hands folded behind his back. His dark hair curled behind his ears, lithe form adorned in green attire this time, and you swallowed, balling your hands into fists. You couldn’t make out your emotions, discern them from one another, and that scared you.
This…thing had violated you. He’d taken advantage of you during what you thought were dreams. Even now, you could still feel his lips on yours, feel him hard and pulsing inside of you. You hated him, were terrified of him, and yet…something turned in your stomach at the sight of him, and it wasn’t disgust. Even though you could always feel his presence, it felt like you hadn’t seen him in so long, and the sight of him evoked something in you that you did not want to name.
“You’re real.”
He didn’t respond, merely tilting his head to the side as he listened.
“I wasn’t sure before…but I am now…”
He turned to face you, the green of his eyes the brightest you’d ever seen them.
“The marks I leave on your supple flesh weren’t enough? The feel of my touch on your skin? Or was it the confirmation of my seed growing in your womb that did it?”
You took a step back with every step he took, lips curling at the mention of your condition. You had never given much thought to children of your own. You enjoyed kids, but you were unsure if it was enough to have any yourself. Now, not only had that choice been ripped away from you so violently, but there was no telling what was growing inside of you.
“You raped me,” you spat.
His lips curved upwards.
“You seemed to enjoy yourself well enough,” he remarked.
He caught your hand as you swung it towards his face, yanking you closer. Your eyes widened as you stumbled against his chest, heat curling around your form at his close proximity. He raked his eyes over you, the light leaving them now as they grew darker.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve watched over you?”
Your brows furrowed at this, and you tugged against him, but his hold was firm.
“…how long I’ve waited for this? How many times I had to watch as you were touched by another? One who had no right to do so?”
Your struggle increased, chest heaving as your mind whirled with every word that left his lips.
“Did you never wonder why your abilities miraculously manifested? Hmm? Seemingly from nowhere?”
You froze, lips parting as you processed exactly what he was implying.
“19 years of your life…a regular girl like any other…and on your 20th birthday, you can suddenly see better, hear better…you’re stronger…”
Your feet tripped over one another as he forced you backwards.
“Of course, that was never my intention, but ingesting the blood of a demon does have its side effects,” he purred.
“You…”
“I had to make sure you were strong enough. After all, not just anyone can bear the child of a being like me and live to tell the tale,” he whispered, forcing your back against the wall now. “No. Unlike many of my brothers and sisters, I intend to keep you.”
You gasped into his mouth as he pressed it against yours, tongue slipping past your lips. Your brain felt scrambled, confusion filling you as your body warred with itself. This was wrong, on so many levels, and yet heat curled deep in your stomach. Your mind recalled the last time he had his hands on you, the pleasure that had wracked your frame, and your core clenched at the thought.
He chuckled as if he could read your mind, and you froze. Your emotions felt too intense…too much…like they weren’t just your own, and you remembered the comforting feel of his presence. Always around you…in you…
We are bonded…you and I…
The voice was his, but his lips hadn’t moved, and his smirk grew as your heart sank.
“I am inside of you in every way I possibly can be…”
He hummed, lips trailing to your neck.
“Well…almost every way,” he murmured.
You pushed against him, but your hands hit nothing but air, and you stared at the empty space before you in alarm. You weren’t fooled though. Even if you couldn’t feel him, you knew he was there. You took a shaky step forward and yelped when your lightbulb shattered, bathing your room in darkness. You turned just as the sheets on your bed hit the floor, bathroom door slamming shut shortly after.
You felt fingers ghost over your waist and then your arm and finally your cheek. A shudder traveled down your spine as his voice danced around you.
“When the time comes, I shall come for you…and I expect you to follow…”
Your window slid open, a breeze flowing into the room, and you shut your eyes.
“…I have ways to make you comply.”
His voice was fading, but you heard his words nonetheless, and fear struck you as you recalled the memory of Peter collapsing to the ground.
It didn’t take you long at all to realize what he had meant with those parting words. Every night he was in your dreams, forcing you to wake up drenched in sweat and fading bruises and craving a touch that had been long gone. Your fatigue had gradually faded, but a lot of good that did you when you were no longer allowed on missions.
Against your own wishes, Dr. Cho was forced to inform Tony and Steve of your condition. You understood why, but that didn’t mean you had to like it. The reveal was met with a lot of questions that you couldn’t answer. Literally. Every time you tried to open your mouth to tell them the truth, something in you prevented you from doing so, and you knew that ‘something’ had dark hair and green eyes.
Peter was the first person you’d taken the liberty of telling the news to, not wanting him to hear it from anyone else, and it was also the day that the severity of those parting words finally hit you. You recalled the way Peter’s eyes had widened, a twinge of something in them that you couldn’t name. He didn’t press you when you couldn’t give him the answers he wanted, and for that you were grateful, but surprise did fill you when he pulled you into his arms, vowing to remain by yours and the baby’s side in whatever way you wanted.
Filled with awe, you had thanked him as he pulled away, nearing the fridge to get you something to eat. Your cravings didn’t consist of things like pickles or ice cream, but instead rare meat…occasionally raw when no one else was looking. You didn’t question it. You did have the spawn of a demon growing inside of you after all.
While Peter’s back was turned, against your will, you’d watched as your hand slid towards the knife on the counter. Unable to stop yourself, you watched the way your hand closed around it, body moving of its own accord as you rose from the stool, nearing him with the knife raised. Your entire body shook as you fought against the unseen force that was moving you, tears in your eyes and lips trembling.
“Please…stop,” you were finally able to force out, and the knife clattered to the ground just before Peter turned.
You sharply exhaled, chest heaving as Peter frowned at you. He looked from you to the knife on the floor and back, confusion swirling in his gaze.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
The knowledge that…that thing wasn’t just inside of you but could also possess you made you want to be ill, and it was then that you realized…you truly had no choice in the matter. Whatever he wanted, you would have to give him.
“I think I need to lie down,” you shakily told Peter, and his frown deepened, sensing that you weren’t being truthful, but he nodded, nonetheless.
You felt his eyes on you as you exited the kitchen, and you finally let the tears fall. You bit your lip as you shut your room door behind you, unsurprised by the soft touch on your back as you laid down. His voice was gentle in your ear, shushing you and cooing at you. Your lashes fluttered, eyes rolling as fingers ghosted between your legs, a stab of pleasure making your gut clench.
You rolled over to your back, and although you couldn’t see him, you knew he was there. Soft lips brushed over your own, back arching as something swirled inside the walls of your core. You could feel something traveling through your veins, starting at your heart, and overtaking you like a web.
When the time comes, I will come for you…
“…and I will follow,” you murmured, eyes fluttering closed.
The weeks that followed were spent in a haze. You knew why, knew that your body was overtaken by a foreign presence, but you couldn’t fight it…even if you wanted to. You felt like you were on the outside looking in during the day, eating and going through the motions on autopilot. At night, your body was your own again, arching and shuddering as sharp teeth and an even sharper tongue ran over your skin.
Your throat was always sore in the morning, courtesy of the moans and whimpers that escaped it night after night. Only a few weeks had gone by when you woke up one morning to find a sizeable bump in your stomach, the swell startling you. You had hesitantly placed your hand to the skin, eyes widening when you felt a kick.
You felt familiar hands slide over your shoulder, resting there as they massaged the skin, and you gazed into the mirror. He towered over you, eyes as black as his hair, and when your gaze connected with your own, you found that your eyes were no different. A fond smile was on his face, and you felt the hold he had over you grow tighter.
He bent down to press his lips into your hair, breathing you in.
“It’s time.”
His voice swirled around you like the wind, and with a blink, he was gone. You watched in the mirror as the bathroom door swung open and, in a trance, you exited. Your bedroom door was slowly sliding open as neared it, and your feet seemed to know where to go, pulling you through the compound. The alarm sounded as you exited into the cool early morning air, but you paid it no mind.
It was still dark out, the sun still yet to rise. The wind heavily whipped past you as your feet carried you onto the grass. You could faintly hear voices behind you, the sound growing closer, but your attention was far too focused on the figure in the distance.
He raised his hand towards you, but a familiar voice gave you pause. You looked over your shoulder to find Peter in the doorway of the compound, eyes wide and filled with worry as they flickered between you and the dark-haired man who’d haunted you for months. You blinked at him, the fog clearing just long enough for a sob to escape your throat.
“Peter…help-.”
You choked on your own words as your lashes fluttered, that familiar presence slinking around your neck like a noose. Peter’s eyes widened even more, more familiar faces joining him now just as a hand slid around the front of your throat, the other finding a home on your waist. Soft lips brushed along your cheek, wind whipping around you almost painfully now.
Peter was the first to run after you, words on his lips that you couldn’t hear, and his worried face was the last thing you saw before the world around you began to spin, darkness bleeding into your vision until it was all you could see.
You gasped as your eyes flew open, body shooting upright on whatever surface you found yourself on. Your eyes were wide, gaze unsure as you glanced around, mind whirling as you fought to remember…anything. There was a soft crackle to your left, and you only just noticed the low light that filled the room, courtesy of the fire.
The place was unfamiliar to you, and fear seized you as you wondered where you were and how you got here. You realized that you were on a bed, a very big one, and you hesitantly moved towards the edge. It was safe to say that you were no longer in the compound. It was only when the door flew open then everything come rushing back.
“You,” you breathed, voice shaky.
“Tis I,” he mockingly replied, and your eyes watered.
You flexed your hands, body finally feeling like your own again, and you glared at him.
“You were in my head for weeks,” you spat. “You completely-.”
“Took control? Did what needed to be done to get you here? Yes,” he hissed, walking about the room.
You kept your eyes on him at all times, curiosity filling you at this.
“You are in my dimension, now, far away from your little ‘Avengers’,” he slyly added, running his hand along the bedding.
You swallowed, feeling helpless as you stood alone with this entity who’d already proven that he could do anything he wanted to you without so much as a fight on your part. The white shirt he sported now hung off of him with three buttons undone, baring a shoulder as it grazed his arm, dark hair kissing his eyes and cheekbones.
“So is that my purpose then? To give birth to spawns of a creature like yourself?”
He sharply looked at you from beneath his lashes, lips pressed together, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. You stumbled back with wide eyes, and he tilted his head to the side, staring you down.
“It was…in the beginning, but seeing as the others like me have been spreading their seed throughout your world for years, filling the earth with our kind, I saw no need for that.”
You froze at his words, staring at him in horror.
“When the time comes where I shall lead us to take over your world, I will need a queen at my side…won’t I?”
He touched your stomach, and you jumped away from him. Dread filled your stomach, and you turned to throw the door open, sprinting out of the room. The hallway was long and only lit with torches on the wall. The air was cold, making you shiver, but you paid it no mind as you ran to the left.
“I had hoped we’d both realized the position you are in, but it appears that hope was in vain…”
His voice echoed off of the walls, and when you glanced over your shoulder, he was walking as calmly towards you as ever. Your feet carried you down a set of stairs, and when you turned climb down the next set, he was there on the landing. You almost ran into him, but his arms shot out to steady you.
You fought in his hold to no avail, and you cried out when your back met the railing of the staircase. He pressed himself against you, a small smirk on his lips as he leaned in.
“We’ll truly see how successful I am if you survive the birth of our child, but seeing as it is flourishing rather nicely within you, I am confident enough to truly enjoy you now,” he purred, pressing his lips to yours.
He groaned into your mouth, tearing at your clothes despite your own efforts against him. An inhuman growl escaped him at the sight of your swollen stomach, bare before him, and you shuddered as he reached down to trail his fingers over the stretched skin before moving his hand to his pants.
His teeth grazed your neck and collarbone as he released himself. He wrapped both of his arms around you, holding you to him as he spun, and you gasped when your back met a soft surface, the scenery different and familiar. The fire crackling to your left told you that you were back in that first room, your pause to gather yourself giving him time to thrust into you to the hilt.
For the first time, it didn’t feel like a dream as he took you, and you fought to wrap your head around this new lucid reality as he began to slide his length in and out of you. He feverishly kissed you, seemingly a man starved, and you felt your head spinning. Your hands were pinned beside your head, so much of your movements restricted, and against your will, you felt yourself grow slick around him.
“Yes,” he hissed. “You will come to welcome the pleasure I bring you. I am sure of it.”
You opened your mouth to argue against him, but he shifted, hitting a spot inside of you that had your back arching, a yelp leaving your lips. You pushed against his hands, but they only tightened, making you wince.
“My dear, Y/N, you are truly mine now…,” he groaned, curving his hips into yours, and your breath hitched. “…and soon you will bear my name and my mark. Forever.”
This is part of the Midnight Cathedral universe, but is a stand-alone Drabble!
Pressing the blade to his bare throat, your legs lock on either side of him, straddling the demon with determination in your eyes. You knew he wasn’t sleeping, demons don’t sleep and you knew that. Still, you’d expected him to stir when threatened with the dagger he’d conjured earlier in the night, using it to slice through your panties with surgeon-precision. “L-look at me..” you whisper, but your voice stutters even as you try to keep it low so as not to sound weak.
“That won’t make it any easier for you, My Pet.” his voice is reminiscent of distant thunder in a storm that hasn’t reached you yet, and it rumbles from deep within his chest to bubble from his lips and shoot straight to your core, liquefying lust there. You felt yourself drench at the mere sound of his voice, and you know your body is already addicted. All the more reason to rid yourself of him before your psyche follows. Cerulean hues illuminate the rest of his features as eyelids part, bathing his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose in an eerie glowing blue. “You don’t want to do that, Love.”
“You don’t know what I want,” you stumble over the words, but hold tight to the handle of the blade as you gaze down at him. Was there truth to his words?
“Do I not?” He challenges, hands snaking their way up your thighs. Long, slender digits pry at your supple skin, and you resist the urge to press closer to his sex, already firm and willing beneath you. He always was.
You shake your head, defiant, pressing the blade against his skin. Even as the dagger glides a couple of inches, no blood leaks from the wound. A low chuckle erupts from his lips. “You didn’t actually think a silly, little knife would kill me, did you?” As if to accentuate the fact that he was, indeed, in control, the demon snatches the weapon from your desperate grip, ripping it from your fingers as easily as if he were plucking it from the hands of a toddler. “Foolish little girl.” He coos, flipping the blade around. In the blink of an eye, you feel the cold, mean metal biting at your skin as he sits up, other hand pressing into your lower back, bringing you closer to him. You’re face to face with the demon who defiles you whenever and wherever he feels the urge to, your lips so close that you could place a delicate kiss to his, but yours are trembling so. The blade is ice against your throat, threatening to end your life right then and there. “Now, you, on the other hand, could be in a very sticky situation if I were to simply glide this little toy across that beautiful neck. However, like you, I don’t want to do that to you.”
“Why-why not?” You demand, as if both offended and relieved that the demon wasn’t going to kill you. He didn’t lower the knife, however, and that kept you on edge.
“You’re not ready, My Dear.” He answered simply, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose. “There’s still so much glorious destruction in your future.” His hand slips from the small of your back to your bottom, boosting you into the air slowly and carefully, only to guide you back down on to the familiar long, thick shaft waiting to split you in half. “Besides, I know you want to give in as much as I want you to, you want me to break you down little by little, turn you to nothing. You enjoy this little game we play, don’t you?”
You want to deny everything he’s saying, but your mind goes blank as your body reacts to the slow and daunting invasion, stretching you with each inch he’s pressing you on to. Before you can gain your common sense back, you’ve nodded and a breathy “Yes.” leaves your parted lips.
“Delicious,” the demon hums once he’s impaled you completely, and you sit flush with his pelvic bone, filled to the brim with pulsing cock. “You really are the perfect candidate.”
“Candidate?”
“For my spawn, of course.” Matter of fact as the first time he sat you upon him, his fingers curl around the flare of your hip as he guides you up and then back down, leading you into a steady rocking, riding him torturously slow. “You didn’t think you and I were only playing for sport, did you, My Pet?” Your stomach flips, but you’re trapped between his consistent rolling of your hips and the blade at your throat. You have no choice but to moan and obey, grinding against his hips with each swivel. He doesn’t allow you even a moment of rest, his length hilt-deep within you and that’s where it stays, stretching your clenching walls although it was never meant to fit in the first place, and scraping your insides deeper than you thought anyone could go into your body. He’s only dragging you against him, your swelling clit rubbing into the firmness of his abdomen. “Oh no, Master is going to fill you up until you’re dripping with his seed from every orifice, fully and properly bred.” His words shake your insides, twisting your stomach into knots as you feel a familiar bubbling at your core from the abuse he’s inflicting. It’s painful, and beautifully mind-numbing, erotic and deranged. The wicked smile that stretches his lips only adds fuel to the fire burning inside of you. “And I can tell by the way you clench around me, Love, that you welcome the idea. You want to mother the spawns of hell, the thought of taking my cum deep in your pure, unprotected womb is exciting, isn’t it?”
You can’t even begin to deny it; you’re too far into the rabbit hole of ecstasy as your orgasm peeks around the corner, the bubbling turning to boiling in your guts each time the broad head of his length bats against your fluttering walls. “B-breed me..” you whisper, and you’re surprised and ashamed at the words even after they’ve left your lips. Were you really saying this to him? Still, you couldn’t stop yourself. “Make me yours, completely. My Master, fill me up, please!”
His grip on the knife falters for a moment and the blade drops to your breasts, tip grazing your hardened nipple and you feel the faintest of knicks on the delicate flesh, but it only tosses you head first into your own orgasm, paired with the thought of carrying the demon with you within your womb for the next nine months, you practically erupt. Fingers cupping at your lower belly, even as you feel the bulge of his size pressing against your skin, pulsing and twitching as he splatters your insides with his warmth, your head falls back and you howl in euphoria and realization that he has, in fact, fully claimed you now.
Ugh, it’s so bad and I meant to post it earlier but got held up and now I just don’t want to post it at all because the ending sucks and the smut is bad and I kinda want a beta reader but I also want to surprise everyone, but if I have someone tell me it’s not bad that might help my confidence and sorry for rambling, this should be in the tags but oh well.
Loki as a demon, horn, wings and claws, possibly dubcon but I don’t even know
The wind whispered ominously through the trees as you slowly wound your way along the solitary path in your town's local forest. Trees arched and snaked over the path, reaching out at you like massive clawed beasts, groaning as they swayed in the breeze. Strangely, here at their bases, the air was still, chilly and thick like a haze settling over the ground. Your pace quickened as you heard more noises from behind you.
Yes, the traditional spooky local small town haunted forest. It was innocent enough during the day, even harboring the occasional deer, some birds making nests on its edges. During the day, young lovers would stand just a few paces inside, doing what young love encouraged or carving their undying love into tree bark and adding to the countless other declarations that had gathered through the years.
All that changed at night.
Only a few of the more country folk dared venture deep into the woods during the light of day, some sort of presence seemed to encourage deer to take residence in the forest, just as quickly gutting them and bleeding them dry each night. No one talked about what it might be, just a damn shame that the innocent creatures kept dying. The nature of their deaths was especially peculiar but local park service rangers always looked the other way, merely shrugging and denying anything. All the rangers were quick to be home from the forest before the sun dipped past the horizon. No one ever said why, just a laugh with a knowing look. It was never questioned.
As you looked up at the cloudy moonless sky, you swallowed hard, barely able to see it through the thick treeline. It was very much night, if the moon had been visible, it would've been directly overhead.
You had grown up in this town, accustomed to hearing the stories, always diligently giving the forest its wide berth, being home by dark, the usual. But tonight, on a whim, returning to meet up with old friends at one of the bars, the subject of the old childhood game of truth or dare came up.
You had long been the good student, the well behaved adult, the person who followed directions to the letter, content with their books and stories and never stepping out of line. Your childhood friends teased you to no end, and tonight was no different. Finally, fed up, and just a little spurred on by liquid courage, you declared yourself ready to take on any dare they threw at you.
Hushed whispers followed, what extent would you really go for this supposed declaration? The conversation circled around the room, slowly making its way back to you. You watched them smugly, trying to maintain your false confidence, ready for anything they might throw at you.
"What about the forest?" The offer came casually. All eyes fell upon the speaker, for the sun had just set. You hesitated, remembering the stories all too well. Doubt sprang up, everyone waiting for you to switch to truth, claiming you'd just been bluffing.
"I'll do it." You had stood up, downing the last of your drink.
"Just walk through it, there's a path from one side to the other. "
Everyone knew the path, where it started and ended on each side. The rangers maintained it well enough, no child daring to use it.
"Fine." You replied calmly, not betraying your growing apprehension. Now would be the best chance to throw aside your goody reputation and have people take you seriously.
Fifteen minutes later, you were dropped off with only the light from your phone to guide you through the forest. Your friends promised to be waiting for you at the other side, the path shouldn't take more than an hour to walk. In daylight it was a half hour trek but with poor lighting, you knew you'd move slower.
As soon as you stepped foot in the forest, clouds had drifted over the moon, blocking it from view. You swallowed hard, one last wave to your friends as you steeled your resolve and began your trip. Immediately the outside world was muffled, as though you'd stepped into a different realm. So many roots poked out of the ground, threatening to trip you up, but with the meager light of your phone, you managed to keep a steady pace.
Around fifteen minutes in, time tracked with the help of your phone, you realized one of the many reasons the forest was so eerie: no life broke the silence, only the creaking of the trees. No bugs scurried under foot, crickets chirping in the wood, no flies buzzing around your head on this late summer day. The last you were thankful for, but it still unnerved you. You imagined that even in the day, no birdsong would pierce the gloom, but hoped they were merely sleeping.
As you walked, your senses grew more heightened, an ominous dread growing at the pit of your stomach. What could cause the eerie silence? You were so deep in the forest, even the wind struggled to move through the undergrowth. Yet still the trees swayed on, alive by their own right. You glanced at your phone, based on the time, you should be near the heart of the forest. It didn't even surprise you to see your phone flashing a no signal warning. As you placed the phone back in your pocket, you looked up, eyes scanning the gloom, certain you had heard movement. What's more, was the distinct feeling of being watched. You were a trespasser here, it would be unwise to call out to whoever watched you. Whatever might live in the forest would surely be unfriendly. Your mind helpfully flashed back to the memory of the deer, reminding you just how gruesome their deaths had been. Surely they were kids' tales, idle warnings about once dangerous times? Yet the look of the local bar patrons upon your announcement that you were going into the forest convinced you otherwise. You had continued walking, after a few steps, you were certain there was an echo that hadn't been there before.
Remembering a tactic from a book you'd read, you feigned tripping, listening for the echo. Much to your horror, the echo was slow to copy it, taking a few more steps before the tripping sound hit you. You froze, hands clenching into fists as your heart thudded in your chest. Spinning around, you saw nothing there. Your eyes had adjusted to the dark and you feared using your phone would put you at a disadvantage, or worse drain the battery. You looked back at the path and saw a short distance ahead was a small clearing. If an ambush were to happen, that would be the place.
Bravery from some unknown source rose within you. If you were going to die over some stupid dare, you planned to face it with dignity. Maybe you were really just overreacting, maybe one of your friends had followed you to scare you? The hopeful words quickly melted away as you heard a guttural laugh echo from all around you. Your throat went dry and you struggled to swallow. For a moment, you closed your eyes as you walked. When you reopened them, you stood in the clearing, mercifully alone. A few meters away, you could see where the path continued, the second half of your journey within reach, at least you figured.
A surge of hope rushed through you and you took a step forward. A strong gust of wind cut through the clearing, the clouds quickly moving overhead and revealing the moon. It lit the clearing in its pale silvery hue, the deep green grass fully visible. From behind you, a loud Crack echoed around the clearing. Instinctively, you spun around, yet saw nothing. You swallowed hard, once more turning forward before you got yourself lost from spinning around.
To your horror, someone, or rather something, stood blocking your path. You let out a strangled scream, throat dry from fear.
"Little lamb," the creature spoke in a deep velvety voice, and though it stood several meters from you, it seemed to be whispering in your ear, "what, pray tell, are you doing in my forest?" The creature moved forward lithely. It seemed to be a man, at least you hoped, yet from his back protruded two massive black leathery wings. His torso was bare, covered in strange tattoo like runes and he wore black trousers tucked into tall black leather boots. Your eyes scanned back up his lean torso to his face and you found yourself stunned by appearance. The creature, though it appeared to be quite human in much of its appearance, had long black hair, falling loosely at his shoulders, two horns jutting out of its temples and curling back over the crown of its head.
Yet the face is what drew most of your attention. He had high arching cheek bones, a thin straight nose and eyes pure black, they flashed back to a gorgeous green shade as you examined the creature. It shocked you how attractive this monster straight out of horror stories could look, even down to the lethally sharp looking claw like nails at the ends of his hands. They hung loosely at his sides before slowly moving up and crossing over his chest as he cocked his head to look at you.
"Answer my question." The creature demanded softly. It surprised you such a feat was possible.
"I'm, I'm just passing through." You managed to stammer.
The creature smiled coldly, revealing long sharp teeth. "No one just passes through, lamb." The creature moved forward. "This is the forest of the devil, of Loki, you are aware?"
You looked at him warily, involuntarily stepping back. "I just needed to cross through."
Loki's hand shot out, latching around your throat and lifted you off the ground. "No one passes through, the price is your life." You gasped, sputtering and choking as you struggled for air. You gripped his hands futilely with yours, trying to relieve the pressure. "And yet," Loki paused, looking you up and down. Spots danced across your vision as your legs struggled uselessly. "It has been many years since a meal such as yourself has crossed my path, perhaps, if you satisfy me, I will let you live." His hand released and you fell to the forest floor, landing on your knees. You struggled for breath, coughing and massaging your throat as you gasped for sweet oxygen. His words slowly sank into your oxygen starved brain as you looked back up at him.
"Satisfy?" You croaked.
Loki scowled staring down at you, "my meaning is unfamiliar?" He tilted his head to the side, eyes slowly widening and a smile spreading across his face. He grabbed you by the hair, forcing you unsteadily to your feet. Loki held you in place for a moment, allowing you to find your footing before leaning forward. Hand still gripping your hair, Loki's tongue darted out and ghosted along your throat. You moaned at the touch, horrified by how easily he could play you. Loki's eyes fluttered shut, a soft groan sounding from deep in his throat. "Virgin flesh." He growled, eyes opening. Once more, he flashed you a sharp tooth smile, "you truly are a rare treat."
You flushed at his words, quickly crossing your arms, why were you embarrassed? School, work and life had been so hectic and here was this demonic creature practically preening over the thought of you.
Loki looked you up and down, his forked tongue darting out along his lips as he nodded slowly. "Yes, you will do nicely lamb. But I am no monster," he shrugged stretching out the leathery wings from behind him, "rather, I will have you begging for me before I find my own release, understand? If you satisfy me, I will let you leave with your life. If not..." Loki glanced up at the sky, "I suppose there are other uses I can find for you."
You stared up at him, for he was quite a bit taller than you, knees trembling. Perhaps if you made a run for it, while he was seemingly distracted, perhaps you could make it to the other edge of the clearing? As soon as the thought came to you, you pushed it away, knowing that was hopeless. You studied the creature, Loki, again and thought of his offer. Did you truly want to risk running, he had said he would make you enjoy it, and there was no denying how attractive he was, demonic wings and horns and everything. You bit your lip.
Loki looked back towards you and smiled, “Lamb, your thoughts are written all over your face, you couldn’t escape me if you tried.” He stalked forward and you found yourself slowly backing away until your back hit a tree branch. “And do you even want to escape?” He whispered softly, leaning down into your ear. “I can smell your desire, your want,” he chuckled softly, “make this easier on yourself.” His hand reached out, sliding down your chest, wrapping around your waist, “give in to your darkest desires, pet.”
You felt your face flush, your gut coiling in anticipation and your head nod. It didn’t even feel like you were in control of your body, your instincts had kicked in, wanting this more badly than anything you had ever wanted in your life.
Loki leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss. You allowed your own lips to part, his forked tongue snaking in and winding all around your mouth. It amazed you how long and versatile it was, searching and exploring every crevice. You moaned loudly into the kiss, hands reaching up to wrap around his bare shoulders.
Loki chuckled again, finally pulling away. You weren’t even aware that your eyes had drifted shut until you found yourself reopening them, mouth still hanging open where Loki’s lips had left yours. He took his clawed thumb and carefully slid it along your still agape lips, tenderly feeling the flesh.
“What those lips would feel like on my cock…” He murmured, smiling as your mouth snapped shut. “Perhaps another time.”
Once more, he gripped your hair, hands tangling in it wildly and pulling you up for a deep kiss. You started to struggle for breath, desperate to pull away but Loki held you in place longer. Just when you feared you might faint, he pulled away, turning you and shoving you to the forest floor.
You landed on your elbows, wincing as the bare skin grazed the dirt from your short sleeved shirt. Your chest heaved as you looked up at him, your desire already pooling in your panties.
Loki walked forward, “Strip. Now.” He ordered. “Everything.”
You hurried to obey, noticing that his already tight trousers were fitting more snugly as his own desire pushed against its confines. You had a button up short sleeve blouse on and considered undoing the buttons, but as soon as your fingers started fumbling with them, you heard an angry growl from Loki. Eyes flickering up to him as he crossed his arms impatiently, you changed tactics and struggled to pull it over your head.
“Too slow.” Loki hissed. He walked forward, kneeling over you, legs on either side of your waist. His hands grasped the front of your shirt, claws tearing it open and throwing the tattered remains to the side. You wanted to cry out in protest but the look in his eyes kept you quiet.
You lay underneath him, bra the only thing covering your chest and legs still covered in long jean trousers.
Loki smiled, staring down at your mostly exposed upper half, his hands reaching down to glide along the bare skin of your stomach, thumbs teasing the waistband of your trousers. “These will not do.” He murmured looking at the material. Moments later, he had helped you shimmy out of the jeans and tossed them to the side, landing atop your tattered shirt.
Loki knelt back down, only your bra and panties covering you. You sat up once more on your elbows, watching him warily. Loki reached behind your back, his claw slipping under the clasp of your bra and slicing through it easily before pulling it off and tearing it to the side.
“Do you have any idea how much that cost me?” You growled, finally finding your voice.
Loki chuckled, smirking down at you, “More than your life? You are, after all, still in my debt. Remember little lamb, I could still choose to kill you, I am being merciful.”
That quickly shut you up as Loki reached down to your now exposed breasts and began to kneed at them. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself but Loki’s wings batted your hands away, allowing him to continue unimpeded. He chuckled softly, “Don’t be shy, don’t cover up such a beautiful sight.” Leaning down, Loki pressed soft kisses to each breast in turn. His forked tongue darted out, sliding along your chest over the swell of each breast, one by one, wrapping around the first nipple then the second and working them into a pert bud. You keened softly at his ministrations, back arching as you grew wetter by the second.
“It has been some time since a lamb such as yourself has wandered into my forest, I had almost forgotten how lovely you could feel. But you…” Loki paused, marveling as he looked up at your face, “I intend to savor this treat.”
You blushed at the compliment.
“Now then.” Loki slipped his thumbs over the waistband of your panties, his sharp claws easily tearing through them. He returned to kissing your breasts, his tongue slowly sliding along your stomach, hands sliding along your sides before moving down to your womanhood. His hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart as Loki inhaled deeply. “Mine.” He cooed softly, his tongue lapping along your folds, circling around your clit with both sides of its forked tip. You gasped softly, back arching and toes curling as he pushed his tongue deep into your core. It curled around sliding along your walls and stroking within you, a shiver ran down your spine as he found your sweet spot, stars dotting at your vision.
You gasped a soft oh, there, as Loki chuckled, the vibrations driving you crazy as you involuntarily thrust your hips up. Loki slowly pulled his tongue out, leaving you empty and wanting.
“Please.” You whispered weakly.
“Please what?” He teased.
“Do, do that again.”
“Do what? This?” He thrust two of his fingers in, curling them around and finding that spot once more.
You cried out softly, “Yes! That!”
Loki knelt over your, watching your face and listening to your cries of ecstasy. He continued pumping and thrusting his fingers, occasionally adding a come hither motion until you were a mess of cries and pleas, juices running freely down your legs. Loki’s fingers slid in and out, curling within and stretching you so achingly sweet until suddenly he pulled away.
Your eyes shot open, a scream of frustration leaving you as you once more sat up on your elbows. Your lower half trembled, weak with being so near only to be denied. “Loki!”
The demon chuckled, “I did say I would make you beg for me.” He waved his hand and green magic shimmered over him, his trousers vanishing.
Your eyes widened and you swallowed hard at the sight of his now exposed cock. It was long and large and very much ready, dripping precum as he stared down at you.
“Tell me, lamb, tell me exactly what you want.”
“I… I want you to fuck me.” You whispered meekly, staring at his manhood warily. It truly was massive and you were starting to realize just how new to this you were.
Loki chuckled at your apprehension, “What’s the matter, pet, be honest.”
“You’re huge.” You gulped, staring at him.
Loki glanced down and grinned widely, “Oh yes.” He winked at you.
“Will it fit?” You managed to stammer.
“Only one way to find out.” Loki laughed again, “But I’m sure you can do better than that.”
You thought of the aching in your legs, how close to release you were, the desire to be filled by his fingers but unable to doubt just how sweet his cock would feel buried in you. “I want you, all of you, I want your cock buried deep in me, giving me all the pleasure I can take.” You felt dirty saying it and you blushed at the lewd words.
“I’ll give you all the pleasure you can take, and more.” Loki growled, lining himself up at your entrance. He slid his cock over your clit, and you groaned, falling back off your elbows once more at your still sensitive button once more being stimulated. Laughing, Loki angled himself towards your lower lips, “Though I can’t promise that this won’t hurt a bit pet, you are unused to this.” He slowly began to press his member in, softly coaxing you to calm down, reminding you to breathe as you struggled to relax, taking his full girth into you.
Your hands reached up to grab his horns as Loki pressed kisses to your breasts, hands gently kneading at your thighs. He continued to press deep into you, stars dancing across your vision as you gasped at the fullness.
When he finally reached his desired depth, buried to the hilt, Loki stopped moving. His voice was strained as he held himself in position. “How are you pet?” He growled.
You nodded slowly, the full ache slowly fading to a desperate need for him to move. Loki scanned your face, smiling as he watched you struggle to find words. Very slowly, he leaned up and kissed you, the movement of his body causing his cock to shift within you. You gasped into the kiss and struggled with your grip on his horns to push him away. “Move.” You growled weakly.
Loki kissed you again before pulling away and sliding his hips out. He removed his cock almost completely before thrusting back into you, circling his hips and slamming into you again and again. You cried out with each thrust, his cock finding your sweet spot as his hand rubbed vigorously at your clit, the other gripping your shoulder and using it to steady himself. You tried to match his pace, hips rising and falling in time with his movements, but mostly you held onto his horns, struggling to keep any amount of your senses as you cried out his name repeatedly. His name left your lips like a prayer, driving his excitement to new heights. The coil in your stomach from earlier had returned, tightening once more and bringing you so close to release.
Suddenly you came, screaming loud enough to echo throughout the forest and for a moment you remembered the city and your friends not too far off, but you were too far gone to care. Loki continued thrusting into you, his movements sporadic and his body trembling before spilling his seed within you. His cock spasmed hard as he continued to thrust. Slowly his movements died down, his cock spent and twitching gently as your sexes pulsed around each other in an offbeat rhythm. You gasped out desperately for air, vision going completely dark.
You had no idea how much time had passed but your vision slowly returned and Loki knelt over you, wings cocooning you and shielding you from the sky as one hand stroked gently through your hair, the other resting on your stomach.
“Are you alright, little lamb?” He whispered, searching your face.
You nodded weakly, still trembling, “I, I think so.”
Loki smiled, laughing weakly, “I knew I would give you pleasure, but I hoped I hadn’t killed you.”
Your eyes widened, “Can people die from that?”
“I’m hardly human, love, it’s been some time since a mortal has wandered into here.” He smiled at you and you were surprised at the warmth it held.
You sat up shakily, Loki’s hand never leaving you as he helped you into a sitting position. “Well, uh, thanks for the concern.” It unnerved you more to see this demonic creature actually concerned about your wellbeing.
“I take it, you’ll be on your way then?” Loki asked.
“I was planning on it.” You trailed off, remembering your pile of tattered clothes and wondering how you’d explain this to your friends. Maybe you’d just say the creature had attacked you, which was mostly true, but you managed to get away. Or perhaps that you had tripped repeatedly and the trees had damaged your clothes. You looked back up at Loki curiously, it sounded like he had more to say. “Why, did you have something else in mind?”
Loki raised his hand and a shimmer of green fell over you, slowly revealing a see through green shift dress. Pulling you in for a soft kiss, you instinctively wrapped your fingers through his silky black hair. Loki slowly pulled away, “Remember me, won’t you?”
“How could I forget my first?” You smiled at him, “maybe I’ll see you again?”
