Loki glanced up from his seat near the window. The book he’d been reading fell to his lap, his finger tucked between the pages as a reminder. As I approached, his curious gaze drifted over me.
“Is there a reason you seek me out, mortal?” he drawled the question, sounding more Midgardian than Asgardian. Despite the condescending tone, the question ignited a desire for home I’d not longed for in ages.
“I wish for you to release me.” I stood before him, my soul bared and my heart pounding. “Allow me to return home.”
He lay the book aside and stood. The glint in his eye and the solid line of his mouth warned of his displeasure. As he approached me, it took all of my effort not to stumble backward in a vain attempt to escape his wrath. Loki stared down at me with his hands clasped behind his back.
“You dare place such a foolish request before your master.” A smirk played on his lips as he paused absorbed in thought. “Have I not been a good master to you? Perhaps I have not been as attentive as I should have been when it comes to providing instruction.”
Loki reached out and wrapped my hair around his hand. The long braid entwining around his fingers. When he pulled gently, my head snapped back forcing me to meet his intense emerald gaze.
“Please, my lord.” I whimper as his grip tightens. “I am worthless to you, please allow me to return to Earth.”
He cocked his head as his gaze roamed over my face, dropping to my lips and then back to meet my tearful eyes. “I cannot allow such insolence.”
I blinked away the tears letting them stain my cheeks. He would punish me. I had served him faithfully for several months, and in return, he allowed me to roam the palace freely. But confinement to a palace was still imprisonment. I craved the skies of my homeland and the comfort of freedom. Never before this moment had he spared me a glance, let alone touched me.
“Do you know why I chose you?” he asked as he brought his face close to mine.
“I do not, my lord.” Why keep me captive and force me into servitude when you command an entire realm of subjects who would willingly serve you? I bit my lip to keep from voicing the question aloud.
“Your scent,” he whispered in my ear. “I’d hoped it was merely a passing affinity, but over the course of your time here, it has only increased my desire…”
“Your desire…for what?” My body ignited at the caress of this breath against my skin. The handsome devil leaned closer and wrapped his arm around my waist. As he pulled me against him, I groaned as our bodies’ heat mingled and his scent surrounded me, leather and sandalwood with a hint of something subtle but potent.
“To taste you.” He murmured against my lips before he kissed me. The sweet depth of the kiss only inflamed my need and confusion. When the kiss subsided, he grinned at me as his hand slid between my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I asked even though my voice trembled and I already knew the answer. He slowly pulled my skirt up until his fingers grazed my bare pussy.
“This quim belongs to me. I wish to be sure it tastes as divine as your mouth.” Loki’s wicked smile drove all coherent thought from my mind as he dropped to his knees and devoured me, body and soul.
I couldn’t help it. Loki is another of my fantasy characters. I decided to have a bit of fun with him today. Can you blame me?