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[karuookami]

Desperate Times in Desperate Nights

This does contain mature content. Let me know what you guys think. I'm still getting to know this social media, so any feedback is welcomed. Chapter 3 I let my spells go and the two me's disappeared. I was rather pleased with myself. The only down side to not having done that kind of magic for quite some though, was that it took a lot out of me. I was exhausted, sapped of my energy.

Loki knew that. He knew that was exactly what would happen and I had fallen for his trick and walked right into his hands.

"Now...It is my turn."

With a wicked grin, he sat up, lifted me just high enough and dropped me. Right. On. His. Cock.

"OOOOHHHHHH!!!!!!"

Oh gods, how do I describe it? It was delicious, divine; ecstasy in the making. I had to stretch a lot to accomodate him, as he was beyond what I had ever had. Hell, it even hurt a bit. But he had been right, I loved that kind of pain. That pain that led right into the hands of pleasure. I could feel his moan of satisfaction, like a cats purr, through his chest.

He was kind enough to stay still for a moment, letting my body stretch. But when he didn't start moving, I did it for him. Moving my hips in slow circles, ever so slowly up and down, drawing moans out of us both. Then, once I'd shown him I could handle his size, he wrapped his arms around my back and began to lift me up and let me fall back down onto that hard, rigid length filling me to almost overflowing..

"Fuck!! Oh gods!"

What was I supposed to say?!?! My mind was going blank. His left arm stayed wrapped around my waist, while his right sneaked up to the nape of my neck and pulled, hard, on my braid.

"Mmmmmm...More...Faster..."

"Yes. That's it, louder. Do not hold it back, lovely. Let me hear you. You were born for this. Take all of me, scream it so the gods know who you are atop."

I could feel my orgasm coming quickly, building as he continued to fuck me roughly. Up and down, in and out. My breath came quicker and quicker, as did his pace. Then, it hit me. Like a fucking sledge hammer hitting that perfect spot over and over.

"LOKI!!!!!! Please, please, PLEASE do NOT fucking stop!!!"

I screamed as I came, just like he wanted. And he listened like a good little god, and didn't stop thrusting into my clenching cunt.

"Oh god, Loki....Please...Just one more...Please...I need just one more. Please...Loki, please...."

I was fucking begging?!?!? That wasn't like me. But at that moment, I'm not really sure that I was all too worried about my pride going out the window..

"Of course lovely. I aim to please, but...I am afraid I have to say I will not last much longer."

He was still keeping up that earth shattering pace, making that delicious warmth spread further and further.

"I'm close...Just keep fucking me. If you stop, I swear you will regret it."

He obeyed, wrapping his hand around my braid and pulling my hair harder. Squeezing my waist until my breasts could no longer bounce on their own. He arched his back as he withdrew from me and slammed me back down, still chest to chest, keeping that delightfully rough pace. I could feel that blooming heat building again, those muscles tightening. I could hear his breath growing ragged in my ear, short bursts of air as he tried to hold back what we both knew was coming.

"Come for me, lovely......Come for me now, Chance....Do it...NOW!!!"

That was it, that order, that under any other circumstances, I never listened to, and had never handled well. That was what it took to push me over that precipice and into sweet blessed oblivion.

"Loki....Loki oh Go-........Gods.....LOKI!!!!"

My voice got louder and louder with each word and each thrust. Finally, I screamed his name as my orgasm took over and ripped through my body like a wild storm, starting from my toes and running up my body to my now blurring eyes, and back down to my center. My inner muscles squeezed him and milked at him like he was the last drop of sweetness on earth. I came again as I felt his cock twitch repeatedly and coat my inner walls with his milky seed.

"Fuck!"

I was slightly surprised as this eloquent god cussed out his release. But I didn't really have much time to think about it. As he gave a few last emptying thrusts, he squeezed me closer to him, and bit, hard on my breast. I could tell from previous experience that that was going to leave a good sized bruise. But damnit, it felt so bloody good. And I gave him a satisfied maon of appreciation.

He finally came to a stop and all I could do for a moment was sag against him, head resting on his sweaty shoulder. He was panting like he'd just finished a race, forehead laid upon my collar bone, breath hot and heavy on my breasts.

"Oh...Fuck me...."

He lifted his head slightly, taking a quick nip at my clavicle.

"I am considerably sure I just did, lovely. And properly at that. But if you need another demonstration..."

"No, no. I mean, yeah, you did. But that is exactly why I'm saying that. I just fucking cheated on my husband...He is going to kill me when he finds out."

Loki took my chin in his hand softly and brought my face down to meet his. For the first time that evening, those crystalline blue orbs eminated mercy and concern for my well being.

"Would it make it easier for you if I left you with the thought that it was nothing more than a dream?"

I had to think hard about that one. I was not yet sure if I even believed it was more than just some wet dream my damned raging hormones had conjured up. But then again, I felt that stinging pain. That pain in your loins that lets you know you may have played a little too rough. I knew that had to be from something real.

"Perhaps. I mean, can you even do that? I mean really do that?"

"Yes, yes lovely, I can. On one condition."

"Which is?"

He brought his lips up to find mine and laid a soft kiss on them before lifting me up off his now softening cock and lying me on my back on the bed.

"I want you to promise me that you will consider my appeal. I will be back tonight. And we will continue this discussion. Even if you do not want to take me up on offer, I would still love to continue this."

I was getting beyond sleepy, eyes drooping, as he brought his fingers through my hair. I nodded. I could feel his magic running through my body again.

"I'll think about it. But I'm not sure how this is going to be okay. He will get home soon. I am dripping with cum, and I'm pretty sure you have just stretched me farther than even he has as of late. He's going to notice. How am I supposed to explain that to him?"

I was panicking in my mind and babbling along like the local idiot.

"Shhh....You know as well as I that you are unlike the others. Your walls are beyond stretching. You will be your normal self by the time he gets here. Enjoy your husband. We will discuss this later."

If anything happened after that, I do not remember. I must have fallen asleep.

To be continued....

[karuookami]

Desperate Times in Desperate Nights

Warning: This does contain some Mature content. I’m still working on how to use Tumblr. Feedback is helpful. If I’m doing something wrong, please tell me. Thank you I advance, Karu Ookami. CHAPTER 2 I could hear him smacking his lips as though he'd just finished a delicious thanksgiving meal. He lifted himself up off the floor and flipped me back over onto my back. Taking his fingers and putting them back in me for a few tantalizing seconds, he pulled them out and put them in my mouth.

"Taste it. You have had your women. Tell me you do not think you taste better than any of them. It is of milk and honey. I personally would feel rather deprived if I were not able to taste this. You must envy your husband. That he can taste this whenever he pleases, you are missing out on so much. Don't worry, I will let you have more."

I had to admit, usually, I hated my own taste. Ok, really I couldn't usually taste myself. But this time, he was right. I was sweet like milk, and it was silky on my tongue, like a thick honey. I couldn't keep back the moan.

"Tell me truth. If you do not want me, then I will leave you. But tell me you want this, and I will make you scream out to the heavens who you are praying to for release."

The normal human in me was screaming NO, but the Eros in me, was screaming to obey, to take what you were being offered. This once in a lifetime chance. My mind was telling me the same thing my priestess had told me years before. This is what you were made for. The gods. Unlike your sisters, you will not break so easily. Indeed, I had had few lovers, but none were small. Where other women had complained of length and girth, I had enjoyed it. I was a whore, wasn't I?

Loki had leaned over to my right side, propping himself up on an elbow, that hand lazily running over the skin of my breast. His other hand was slowly flicking at my clit.

"You like that, the slight tinge of pain. That's what makes you different from the others. You would have failed if you had not been given away. You are getting wetter at just the thought of a little pain. An Eros should not think like that. But you, you are indeed worthy of the gods. Athera was right, as was Thor, you were bred for this type of pleasure."

He leaned in close to my ear, I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.

"You were made to be fucked by the gods. Not by a mere Midgardian, but by us. Do not let me intimidate you."

I turned my head to face him and he pulled back just a smidgen. Enough for me to be level with his eyes. It was hard to think with him teasing me, but I needed to try to stay above the water, so to speak.

"I have turned men, who thought they were gods, into puddles of their own cum, before. You do not intimidate me. Are you sure you wish to play this game? I can make you peak without fucking you. Your cock will ache for entrance, but be denied, yet you will still leave satisfied. Is that what you want? To test me? Is that what your brother told you? Or are you jealous that no Asgardian whore can do what I can? Do you wish to be under me, begging me for your release?"

His hand swiftly left my clit and grabbed my chin, pulling me hard to his face and off the bed..

"It is not I who will be begging, but you. I will work you into a frenzy like you have never had. You will want me to be inside of you. You will beg me to take you. And when I am ready, I will take you. So hard, you will scream for me like you have not had the chance to before."

I was slightly appalled, but his mouth was over mine before I could even give a gasp. The kiss was hard. Hard, yet incredibly soft. His lips tasted of me, and a hint of warmth. Loki was not all Frost Giant after all. He brought his hand back to my now, literally, quivering cunt, cupping it and grinding the heel of his palm against me.

"Come for me, Eros."

A quick pull on my braid, a few rubs of my clit, and a finger in me, pressing that oh so sweet spot, and I was done.

"Ahhh..."

I tried to cut off the loud moan escaping my lips, I didn't need to give him the satisfaction, but it was so hard. It felt so good. I loved the sensations of an orgasm. The clenching of muscles that are never able to be used otherwise, the feeling of your blood rushing to one point in your body, and the over sensitive nerves bursting with pleasure. My head thrashed back into the bed, my shoulders and back lifting off of it. My hips dug deeper into the mattress and my hands grasped at the sheets again. The great thing, yet the worst thing, was that, he did not just stop there. He kept moving.

"You need not worry about her hearing. She is in a sleep that she will not arise from until I am ready. So, scream for me little Eros."

I was getting tired of him calling me that.

"My..My name is...."

Oh fuck! What was my name again? Not my normal name. My Eros name?

"Fuck! Chance. My name is...Chance. From the order of Odin, All father."

Lokis eyes blazed suddenly. Those sapphires burning in dark hollows.

"You are no longer a slave for Odin. But for the new king of Asgard. I, Loki. You are now from the order of Loki."

He grinned that impish smile. Possesive much? You can't just change an order. I was bred for this job, but then again, we were bred for Gods. Well, some of us.

He finally stopped finger fucking me, bringing those long fingers back to his mouth and sucking them clean. I tried to bite back a groan, but it came out more like a purr.

"I wonder how it feels. To have my cock in you? Rocking in and out, feeling you pull on me as I pull out. To feel you writhing under me with pleasure. I wonder if you could withstand that feeling. You are not supposed to come without my saying so. Is that not right?"

Shit. He knew the rules. He'd done this before, obviously. But what worried me the most, was that the idea sounded enticing.

"You, you've been to the orders haven't you? You have been there, looking for someone. Who?"

I tried to push myself up, away from him, anyone who knew about the order was trouble. But my plan of escape didn't quite work out.

"Where do you think you are going? You will stay here. With me. Until I have finished with you."

He pulled me back against the mattress with one hand, and was on top of me.

"I want you to be mine. My Eros, my Chance. I have been looking for you for years trying to catch you. You are a very hard woman to get ahold of. Why is that, I wonder? Do you not wish to be found? I suppose it is a little late to wish that now."

"How many years? And why in the name of Hel, would you look for me? There were other women who were trained with me, with more skills than even me. They would gladly attend to you. Give you all the attention you could wish for. By all means, I will find them for you."

He just laughed at me. Shaking his head. Hand running up and down my arm, his knees pushed my legs farther apart.

"You are special. You were always the largest of those runt like whores. Healthy, not malnourished. You were the one who could hold her own against Thor, in fact, against any man. You took the pain they inflicted upon you, and turned it into pleasure. You pissed off every single one of your trainers. That, that is what has made you more enticing than any of those others. I have broken many a whore here on Midgard. They say they can take what I have to give, that they can handle all men. But they have all fallen so far from my expectations. They have all begged for mercy. Begged for me to stop. They were fools."

His hands moved to take mine above my head, clasping my wrists tightly. He began to grind himself against me, and suddenly, I realized. He was nude. Fucking magic.

"And what? You think I won't disappoint? You think I will gladly take what you have?"

He rather gently pushed aside the hair that had worked its way into me face.

"No, I think you will manage through anything I have to give, to your advatage. But there is a slight catch to all of this. And you must be willing to take it in order for this to be done without causing you pain."

Oh shit.

"And that catch is?"

He got close to my ear again, licking at it and nibbling on the lobe, before whispering words that haunt me even now.

"You will take my seed and you will give me a son. I will give you all the pleasure you can stand, but you must do this one thing for me. A strong, healthy, bouncing boy."

I was in slight shock. Okay, a lot of shock. The last time I had heard that, well, I was still training. It was from that blonde, broad, male. That one with the accent that I just couldn't....

Holy Fucking Shit!!!! Thor?!?!?!?

"Your.....your....brother."

That dirty bastard, how could these two even be related? Oh, wait...

"He had the same request years ago. Perchance you can find him and ask him my answer."

My comment dripped with sarcasm. I had been punished for weeks for that answer. It wasn't so much that I had said no, more about the how I had said it. Not only had I drawn blood, but surprisingly, cum. He had left in a huff. Athera had told me, while beating my thighs and calves with the riding crop, that he had gone to the Allfather. The only thing that had saved me from sure death for assaulting the son of Odin, had been Frigga. The goddess had explained to Odin what their son had asked, and why no woman in her right mind would say yes. I hadn't really believed that explanation, but I sure did then.

"My brother was a fool. I simply wish for you to carry my son. And when he is born, I will take him back to Asgard with me. You will need never see him or I0 again. You will be able to carry on with your life as though we do not exist."

It was instinct. That's all, I swear. My legs had slowly moved up Lokis sides, and being as limber as I was, they were perpindicular with the bed. I hooked my feet beneath his chest and pushed as hard as I could with my hands on his shoulders for leverage, and felt him be thrown to the other side of the room, hitting the wall. I jumped up and stared at him. He looked slightly dazed as he glared up at me.

"You are nothing more than an arrogant ass! You know not what I am like, or why I truly said no to your brother. That your mother was the only god to understand, just shows me how callous you beasts are. I will give birth to no child for you. I will not lose-"

I shut up and took a deep calming breath. The last thing I really wanted to do was explain myself to a god who thought of nothing but his own ambition.

"You honestly think I do not know why you denied my brother? He came back to Asgard madder than a Bilgesnipe. He raged on and on to Odin about how one of our fathers whores refused his offer and bit his cock so hard, he was seeing stars. Odin was going to come kill you for your insolence. But yes, mother was kind enough to intervene and clear everything up. Thor, to this day, does not know why you denied him, but knows that you are the only woman able to make him cum like that. I thought I would see if you still held the same sentiment."

Sentiment? Is that really the word he was going to try to use.

"You do not wish to lose a child. I can understand that. Would you be willing to raise that child here on Midgaurd? As your husbands? I do not think he would approve. And besides, what would you do if that child were not able to pass as human? Then what?"

He was getting up, slowly. I couldn't help it, while watching him rise, his thick cock and balls were just there, so I looked. Aaaannnnddddd...I was dripping I was sure of it. Damn hormones.

"I will not raise a child in a lie. Nor will I ruin my marriage for you. To fuck, is one thing. Not that it's right, but we are human, monogamy is not in our dna. But not to blatantly be with child from a man not married to me. That would be beyond cruel to Jack."

"So, what do you plan to do? Discuss this with him? See if he would be willing to be the husband of an Eros? He does not even know who you truly are. Let alone what you are truly capable of. Do you believe he would stay if he knew the truth?"

He had a point. Did I really want to open that can of worms? No. But still, a child from another man?

"You will just have to go back and find a different Eros. I can not help you."

He slowly walked towards me, as though afraid I might attack him. He raised both hands high enough for me to see. A peace offering?

"I have no wish for those petty beings. I could, in fact, take you back to Asgard with me. Make you forget all of those here who have harmed you. Forget those who have made you into what you are today. You are not the innocent girl Thor spoke of. You have been hardened. I can change that. Under me, you would be like soft clay, waiting to be molded."

"I am like I am, because of men like you. Men who think they are above me."

"An Eros is above all men. Women too. I simply this night wish to be taken by one. I have heard the stories from your men. They speak as though you were a goddess or a demon. Using your body and your words as though you possessed magic. Like a succubus. Is it true? Can you make a man come without even trying?"

He was weaving his magic into me. I could feel it. My emotions were being fucked with. He was trying to make me believe he was changing his stance on the whole idea. The spell was like cool fingers, running up my legs, my inner thighs, grasping onto my hips, before moving to my belly. It felt like someone was dragging an ice cube over my nipples, they again getting hard. I felt the light flutter of kisses and nips on my collar bone and neck. There were only so many ways to get out of this and he gave it to me when he reached his hand out in offering.

I touched his out stretched arm tentatively, trying to feel for the spell. Snatching his hand, I quickly pulled him to me. I was short enough that his cock pushed against my belly, twitching at the sudden contact. His blue eyes met mine as I went on tip toe to whisper to him.

"You want to know if I can work magic too? Is that it? I can show you what magic can do."

I looped my right leg around his left seductively and then used his own momentum to twist him and make him fall on his back onto the bed, me on top. I straddled his bare body, his knees bent, feet on the floor.

"Yes. This, this is what I have been waiting for. The Eros of legend to take me the way she was meant. To take a god the way she was meant."

He tried to push me further down him so he could pull me onto his throbbing cock, but I was not moving.

"Ah ah ah. Not until I say so."

I wriggled my hips a little and began to think back to my training at the temple. Remembering the words to a particularly useful spell, I wove them in my mind. I had been one of the few to not have to speak the spell aloud and I had gotten to the point once where I didn't even have to think them, they just happened. I was there again.

Another me appeared at Lokis head, bending down to kiss him. She took his hands and kept them up by her, slowly letting herself rub against them. Taking her time, she languidly let him taste her tongue, her mouth, my essence. When she finally let him up for air, he looked a bit shocked.

"What? Did you think only you Asgardians could make your puppets? How rather arrogant? How do you think I can bring so much pleasure, yet only have to be me?"

A second copy appeared at Lokis feet and she moved forward as I moved myself to sit further on his belly. He let out a strangled moan as she took his cock into her mouth and pulled gently on his balls. Her tongue slid along his head, a broad lick all the way around. Then she took his whole cock in one swallow. I knew he could feel the back of her throat, becasue I could. Most men can only handle a few things at a time, coming when they hit a sensory over load, but Loki was a god. I was going to have to work a little more tonight.

"Do you like that? Do you like having women who touch you, kiss you, suck you, all over? Tell me, oh god of Asgard, what do you yearn for? What are your little whores unwilling to do?"

I leaned down and bit hard on his shoulder.

"Gods!"

He was trying to arch upward, but with me on top of him and one copy still sucking him like it was her last meal, he really couldn't move. Another spell ran through my head and the next thing he knew, the feeling of fucking me was what it felt like to have her suck on him.

"Damn! Please!"

The copy at his head covered his mouth with hers, exploring his tongue, as I toyed with his tanned nipples. Flicking one, then the other, I could feel him quivering. The tightening of his chest muscles under my hands let me know he was getting close. I started to rub myself along his body, the remnants of my cum making it slick. It felt delicious to rub my aching mound along his ridged abs. Just barely moving my hips.

His lips were freed, and he loosed his hands from my copys thighs. He was so close. He grabbed at my hips, pushing and pulling me along hs tensed stomach in time to the my copy sucking him off. The top copy started fondling my breasts, letting him watch her twist and pull, and then suckle at the nipple making me throw my head back with pleasure. A few twists of my hips, and he gave a stifled groan and moan. I could feel his cum at the back of my throat as the good little copy swallowed him whole, taking in every last drop like it was the fountain of youth. He was warm and salty. I have to admit, I've always loved the taste of a mans cum. So different than a woman.

"You..."

He was breathing hard, this god of mischief, who had been so determined that I was incapable of making him beg.

"You are an expert in a world full of amateurs."

 To be continued.....

[karuookami]

Desperate Times in Desperate Nights

Warning: This does contain some Mature content. I'm still working on how to use Tumblr. Feedback is helpful. If I'm doing something wrong, please tell me. Thank you I advance, Karu Ookami. 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?"

What the fuck!?!?

"Who the?...Wait! Loki?"

"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.

"Milk."

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.

"Stay."

"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.

"I am not most men."

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.

"What are these?"

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.

"Why?"

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.

"Male."

"Healthy?"

"More so than I."

"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.

"Oh god....."

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. 

"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.

"Oh God! Fuck!"

"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."

To Be Continued.....

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