You moaned at the first swipe of Loki’s tongue against your folds. It started at the back and went straight up to your clit, where he paused so he could circle his tongue around the nub. Your hands shot out to grab his bed head. Maybe it was not the best idea to sit on his face. Loki’s tongue was talented but how talented, you did not anticipate. Every swirl of his tongue and suck of your clit was making you forget why you needed to be in control in the first place.
Loki, on the other hand, seemed content to eat you out for as long as you’d like. His face was smeared with your juices, eyes locked on your reddened face. There was a glint of something in his eyes that you could not quite discern. A hunger, you would say if you had to guess, but for what you could not tell. Your body was too busy falling apart in another orgasm to care.
“Ah!” Your fingernails dug into the gold of his headboard, head falling forward. The metal sent a shock of cold through your forehead that brought you back to reality.
“Y/N?” Loki was breathing hard beneath you. His hands were still behind his head, fingers locked together to keep them there.
“Yes, sweet boy?” Embarrassment coloured his cheeks.
“D-did I do okay?” You grinned.
“You did excellent, pretty prince. So good, in fact, that I’m going to return the favour.” You let your hand slide behind you towards Loki’s lower body. It met a warm, stiff appendage that made him hiss when you grabbed it. His hips thrusted of their own accord into your hand. “Like that?”
“Yesssss.” He hissed again as you tightened your hold.
“You’re so hard,” you told him as you pumped his length. “So needy. Did tasting me turn you on, pretty boy? Is that it?” His face was still covered with your juices on one side of his mouth. You wiped some off with your thumb, then positioned it at his lips. His mouth opened without question to draw in your thumb.
“Like how I taste?” you asked, as you watched him clean your finger. He gave a meek nod. “Good boy. Now,” you gripped his chin, and trailed a long fingernail down his cheek, “can you do me a favour?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, anything.”
“Conjure me something to tie those hands with.”
Warmth appeared in your palms. You brought them together in time to see a thick strip of green silk materialize in them. Smirking, you reached forward and wound the silk around Loki’s wrists before threading them through the headboard. A tight knot secured the fabric in place. “Can you tug on that for me, pretty prince?” He did, and the knot held. “Excellent. Keep those on and don’t even think of magicking them away, you hear?”
You were not sure if Loki nodded or not, for you had already begun kissing a line down his toned stomach. Your hands followed the path your mouth made on their way down. Every scratch of your nails made him shiver and you could not resist adding a little extra pressure. Lines of red appeared on his torso as you did so, striping his white skin, though you were careful not to break the skin. Your tongue darted out to soothe the scratches as soon as your nails completed their journey.
“Fuck!” he hissed, and you smirked against his skin. You licked a stripe along his hipbone and watched his cock twitch in anticipation. Loki was very well endowed. In retrospect, you expected nothing less from a God. He was always bragging about his talents and abilities that part of you knew he to have something to back it up. There was a reason so many ladies of the court were drawn to him—men, too—and it was not just his way with words that kept them coming back for more. “Y/N, pleaaassseeeee…”
The plea melded into a hiss as your mouth slid over his cock. You took his entire length in the orifice— a feat considering the sheer size— and released it with a pop. The tip of your tongue met the weeping head and swirled, spreading the precum that had gathered there. Beneath you, the God of Lies struggled to contain himself. A glance up at his face found him looking down at you with lidded eyes. You knew he wanted nothing more than to grab ahold of your head and begin thrusting into your mouth, so you gave him a little reprieve.
Grabbing the base of his shaft, you began bobbing your head in a pendulous rhythm. It was not quite enough to get him off, just to where he needed to be. Within moments you had him worked up into a frenzy. He was a writhing, sweating mess beneath you on the bed and you thought he looked just lovely. So lovely, in fact, that you could not help prolonging his teasing. You released his cock, revelling in the grunt of frustration he let out.
“Y/N!” There was open hurtin Loki’s eyes. His chest rose and fell in heaves as he stared up at you, betrayal haunting those green eyes of his. “Why—”
“Shhhh…”. You silenced him with a kiss. His lips were quickly becoming your favourite part of his body. There was no way you’d be able to go a day without kissing them, henceforth. “It’s okay,” you whispered, so close to his ear your breath made him shiver. “I’ll take care of you.”
You reached down and grabbed ahold of his throbbing cock, smirking as he moaned into the silent room. Bracing yourself with a hand on his sculpted chest, you scooted back so you were hovering over him. You had to bite your lip as his thick head touched your folds.
“Loki,” you purred, stroking his hair. “Can you look at me?” Heavy lidded eyes found yours. His pupils were blown so wide that the green of them was only visible in a wire thin ring. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes. Please fuck me.”
“Okay.” You slid down on his cock at a slow, torturous pace. His girth was a challenge to take, and you bit your lip as you felt your walls stretch to their limits. A tear came to your eye as you took all of him in. You had to pause when he bottomed out. You swore you felt the head of his cock brushing against your cervix as you waited for your body to adjust to his godly size.
“Y/N?” Your eyes opened at the whisper.
“Yes, sweet boy?”
“Can you move?” he requested shyly. “Please?”
“Hmmm…” You could not resist raking your nails down his chest. “You want me to move?” He nodded. A wicked grin lit up your face. “I don’t know about that, my prince. You feel so good inside of me right now, reaching every inch and crevice. Perhaps I might just sit here for the night and keep you warm. How about that?”
It was quick, the shift in Loki. One minute his eyes were pleading and submissive and the next they hardened. The silk disappeared from his hands, and you felt yourself being flipped onto your back. “Loki!”
“Quiet, mortal,” he growled in your ear, and you shuddered. One of his hands came to lie at the base of your throat—not applying pressure, just a thinly-veiled threat—and you felt your walls clench in excitement. “You think you can tease a God without repercussions?”
You shook your head no. In retrospect, you should have known Loki had his limits. He was so dominating in every aspect of his life that it was no surprise he could also be so in bed. Really, it was your own fault for pushing him so far.
“Have you ever been fucked by a God before, kitten?” You shook your head. Loki’s hand moved further up your throat, thumb resting over your right carotid. “Use your words, kitten.”
“N-no,” you stammered out. Your head was still spinning from the speed at which Loki had switched. All the power and control you had dissipated into thin air, taking your confidence along with it. Now, you were at the mercy of the dark prince of Asgard.
“Good. I’m going to fuck you so well that no man will ever be able to please you again. Your cunt will weep every time you think of me.” A sharp rip tore through the air. Loki, in his worked-up mood, had grabbed ahold of your bodice and ripped your dress right down. Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Loki licked his lips at the sight.
You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck. His lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his cock again.
“I can feel your cunt squeezing me with need, kitten. Not so confident now that the power has been taken away from you, huh?” His fingers sought out your clit and began rubbing deep circles. You squirmed and reached for him. “No, no. You can’t touch.” You felt a force circle your arms and pull them taught above your head. The same green silk that bound Loki’s wrists earlier appeared around yours, securing them to the headboard above, and all the while he kept rubbing your clit with increasing bouts of pressure.
You were so close. Your walls were permanently contracted on his length and the coil in your lower stomach had wound to the end. The smooth silk rubbed over your wrists as you twisted and turned, toes curling and scratching against Loki’s legs. If they broke the skin, you had no idea, all you knew was that the coil snapped and your orgasm ripped through you like wildfire.
A scream left your throat, and before you could even recover, Loki threw your legs over his shoulders and began thrusting into you. Shockwaves flooded your still sensitive vagina. You moaned— a warning to stop or a plea to continue, you weren’t sure. The grooves and veins of his cock massaged your walls with every snap of his hips, and it was not long before you were cumming all over him again.
“You like to tease?” he hissed, as you rode out your second orgasm. “You think you can tease the God of Mischief?”
“N-no,” you whimpered, but it fell on deaf ears. Loki brought both of your legs together and bent them at the knees, pushing them to the side so he could lean forward and nip the skin of your ear.
“I’m going to make you cum until you’re begging me to stop, kitten. You won’t be able to walk straight when I’m done with you.” His words sent a thrill through your body, as did the way he was grinding his hips into you. “You wanted to know how you tasted? Why don’t you tell me?”
Loki slid out of you. Despite the quivering of your walls and pelvic muscles, you moaned at the loss of contact. He flipped you over onto your hands and knees and you felt his skillful fingers sliding through your folds. You hissed when they made contact with your sensitive clit. “Loki!”
“Shhh…” He slid two of his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your juices was all over them, tangy and sour, and you wondered how on earth he could have possibly liked it. “Clean it all up, good girl,” Loki ordered. “I don’t want to see a drop left.” He pressed into you again, and your teeth bit into his fingers. “Darling, let up.”
He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and wound them in your hair instead. Gently, so as not to injure your neck, he held you in place whilst his other hand found your hip. It was the only warning your got before he began fucking you from behind. Your eyes closed with a whine. You were dead sure your body could not take anymore orgasms. Loki had already given you more than you were used to in one session, and you were exhausted. Your body might fall apart if he gave you anymore.
“Lokes,” you whimpered between the slapping of skin on skin, “I-I’m getting shaky over here. Can’t cum anymore.” A hand was pressed to the small of your back in response, and pressure was applied until you were laying on your stomach. A pillow appeared beneath you to give your hips a lift. “Loki!”
“Shhh…” He adjusted your left leg so it was bent at the hip, the other straight between you two. You felt his front press closer to your back and his hand was on your hip. Kisses, sweet and soft, covered the back of your neck. “Can you give me one more?” he asked, voice more subdued than before. “Please, darling? One more just for me.”
With a start, you realized why he was asking; Loki had not cum yet. Had your hands been free you would have smacked your forehead. Of course,he hadn’t cum yet. Taking over control had made him focus his efforts on you, which meant there was none left on himself. “I want too,” you admitted, “but I don’t think I can.”
“You can, darling. I’ll help you.” Your clit screamed in protest when his finger began rubbing it again. The stimulation was painful, but the pleasure was by far winning out. It was an odd mix of both, one that had your walls quaking and legs shaking. You could not quite remember a time when you had ever felt such a feeling before. Part of you knew you should stop but the other begged you to lie still and let Loki fuck the living daylights out of you.
“That’s it,” Loki whispered. “That’s it, good girl.” He pushed your leg up closer to your head and you whined at the shift in position. Every thrust touched your womb and made stars explode behind your eyes.
“Loki….”
“Shhh, we’re almost there, love. Almost there.” You were going to pass out. That was the only conclusion you could come too. The pleasure was too much. It was too much. Your body was slicked with sweat and you could barely feel Loki’s cock anymore. You were approaching numb and his finger on your clit was so—
“AH!” A scrape of his thumbnail over your bundle of nerves had you falling over the edge. You came suddenly—violently—body convulsing off the bed so much that Loki had to hold you down.
“Darling, it’s okay,” he grunted, coming down from his own high. “It’s okay, love.” The endearment had you clenching, startling a yell from Loki as you came again. You looked down at your lower body in betrayal. How were there even anymore orgasms left in you? You were sure you were all emptied out.
“Lokes.” You reached for him, only just noticing the restraints around your wrists were gone. “Loki?”
“I’m here.” Strong arms turned you on your back. Hands wiped your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “I’m right here,” he said again, and his lips touched your forehead. You could not see him, and it took you some time to realize it was because your eyes were still closed.
“So,” you murmured, opening your eyes once more, “that’s what it’s like to fuck a God.”
Loki chuckled low. “That’s what it’s like to fuck me. Others may be different; however I am quite partial to my own skills.” Another kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “Would you care to join me for a bath?”
“Later. My legs don’t work yet.” You felt yourself being shifted under the covers, and Loki made sure not to touch you anywhere below your waist. The overstimulation might have made you cry.
“Okay.” Loki lay his head on your stomach, rubbing his face over your skin like a cat. You giggled and kissed the top of his head. His eyes came to rest on yours, and he asked, “Did I hurt you?”
You were quick to assure him. “Nope.”
“Good.” His nose rubbed against your chest, then he looked up at you again. You noticed his ears were tinged pink. “Y/N? Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, sweet boy.” The endearment slid off your tongue without you even having to think about it.
“I-uh… Nevermind.” He hid his face in your stomach, tips of his ears turning to a deep red.
“Loki.” You stroked his head with your nails. “Loki, what is it?” He lifted his head to look at you again, and you saw that his blush had spread to his face. You ran the back of your hand over his red cheeks with a comforting smile. “Tell me.”
“Lets compare, then. Find out if you’re really me.”
“Or if you’re really me.”
You narrowed your eyes further, ignoring yet another insistence that he was the original. Pfft, he obviously wasn’t. “Do you find it hard to sleep with the lights on?”
“Yes. Do your ears itch when it’s cold?”
“Most of the time. Your left hip,” you pointed. “Does it click in the mornings.”
“When I’m tired,” Loki conceded, perfectly passing your test.
“Which is the stiffer side of your neck?”
“The left. What’s the unusual horrifically ticklish spot on your body?”
“I’m not ticklish.” The lie easily spilled from your lips, as it had several dozen times before. Always to save you from the attack, and the embarrassment of people finding out perhaps you didn’t mind it as much as others. But, shit, if this man was you... he’d see right through it.
“Yes you are,” he grinned deviously, taking another step forwards. “Not only that,” he chuckled at your nervous shuffling backwards. “I’d wager a bet I know exactly the spot that makes you scream.”
“W-well, then I know your spots too!” You squeaked as you cowered away from his outstretched arm and side-stepped his swipe for you.
“There’s no magic in here, runt,” he snickered. “Good luck fighting me off. Now, come here and submit like a good little variant.”
