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The silvery half-moon seemed to be taunting her. Its treacherous pale light streamed through the window, bathing the room in an ivory glow, serving as a silent and cruel reminder to the passing of another day.
The morning after the day he had kissed her, Sylvi was determined to return to their former relationship – strictly professional. Unfortunately for her, upon entering Loki’s rooms she discovered that he wasn’t there. Initially she had thought perhaps something important had happened and his attention was called elsewhere.
This theory was disproven the next morning, when it became evident that the king had chosen to sulk in a distinctly unregal manner – by avoiding her.
Sylvi had crossed over the threshold as usual, only to see a flash of his green cloak as he stormed out of the room and into his adjoining study, slamming the door behind him. Once again, she was left standing in the middle of his rooms with not an inkling on what to do next.
At some point during the time she spent glaring at his study door, she had decided that if the king wanted to mope around in such a way, then so be it. She would not endorse such childish behaviour by seeking him out.
Besides, he would probably seek her out by the end of the day.
The king did not seek her out, however, which is exactly how she got to where she was now, scowling at the moon from her bedroom window. In all fairness, she should have known that he wouldn’t come to her; she was aware that the king was as unmoving as the rocky mountains of Jotunheim – he never did anything he didn’t want to, and certainly not on someone else's terms.
The solitude she has come to resent was abruptly disturbed when the door to her room slammed open, revealing none other than the king. His viridian eyes were narrowed, cold and calculating, his stare keen as a blade and sharp enough to cut right through her.
Drawing in a deep breath, Sylvi slowly took a step in his direction.
“My king? Is something wrong?”
A deep, sensuous growl resonated from his throat before he marched towards her and roughly grabbed her by the hair.
He tilted her head up.
“No more talking,” he said before pulling her into a passionate kiss.
Pressing his tongue to the seam of her lips, he demanded access; she granted it without hesitation and allowed him to delve inside her mouth.
Each push of his tongue against her own sent a thrilling pulse through her; moaning into the kiss, Sylvi reached up and tangled her fingers through his silky, black tresses. A silent granting of permission that Loki accepted. His hands ventured over her luscious body, exploring each curve, every line of her splendid form.
Sylvi’s already non-existent resistance crumbled even further the moment she felt his hot breath on her neck, followed by the warm brush of his lips. Her hands tightened further in his hair, and she breathed hard into the edge of his curls.
Loki’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his bare chest, his teeth scraping across the delicate skin of her throat and lingering against her jaw.
She expected him to sink his teeth into her neck, and was pleasantly surprised when he gently tugged on her earlobe instead. His wandering hands finally settled on her hips, gripping them tightly and hoisting her up. Sylvi reacted instantly, and wrapped her legs around his slender waist without hesitation.
He chuckled in triumph, murmuring something about her eagerness as he turned and carried her through the still-open door from whence he came, tossing her onto his imposing gold bed once reaching it.
“You suck me so well, sweet one,” he purred, “I’ve wanted to return the favour for quite some time now.” His voice was a husky, erotic whisper, “To have you at the mercy of my tongue as you’ve had me at yours, to lick and suck you until you scream my name and beg for my cock.”
“Do it, then,” Sylvi challenged.
The gods face lit up with a sinister smirk.
“With pleasure.”
With a dramatic flick of his slender fingers, two golden chains connected to the bedpost materialised around Sylvi’s wrists, ensuring she stayed where he wanted her.
Another flick of his wrist and her dress was gone, leaving her completely bare and at Loki’s mercy. He crawled onto the bed and knelt over her sprawled-out form.
“Spread your legs,” he said, eyes glinting with desire.
She obliged without hesitation, giving him what he asked for: A perfect view of her sopping wet cunt.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs before lunging straight for her pussy, slowly running the flat of his tongue over her core in one firm stroke, “And just as divine as I’d imagined.”
Sylvi whimpered at his words, desperately tugging at the chains binding her wrists, yearning to tangle her fingers in his curls and put his tongue back to work.
As though he could hear her thoughts, he tortured her instead, kissing, nibbling and occasionally licking her inner thigh -- so close to where she wanted him and yet still so far away. She could feel his hot breath on her core, his lips mere inches away from where he was needed, and she pled and begged for him to touch her, suck her - anything, as long as he did not continue to stand idly stand by and watch her suffer. At last he did what she asked, finally giving her what she craved, licking and sucking at her as if he could devour her entirely.
Her first orgasm washed over her in waves, leaving her a moaning, heaving mess as Loki licked her through it and into her second, then her third. He was unyielding, sucking her with determination, and ignoring her pleas for him to stop, for she could take no more of his sweet torture.
By her fourth release, Sylvi realised that he had no intention of ceasing anytime soon. In a desperate attempt to stop the onslaught of sensation on her sensitive centre, Sylvi tried to squirm away from him and close her legs, but to no avail. Loki merely chuckled and roughly grabbed her behind her knees. He spread her wide, before latching his lips upon her clit, and sucked hard while she thrashed and squirmed beneath him, hopelessly seeking reprieve from the exquisite agony his talented tongue was inflicting upon her.
Finally, his mouth left her, only for his fingers to take its place. He toyed with her dripping cunt for a few moments and then slid into her, filling her up, first one, then two, stretching her, preparing her for what was yet to come. He fucked her hard with them, roughly dragging them across her sweet spot each time he withdrew, then thrusting them back inside, hard, wanting to ensure she felt how deep he was within her. His thumb pressed up against her clit, vigorously rubbing and pinching at it, every movement perfectly timed to the pumping of his digits.
“I can feel your cunt gripping my fingers, little one,” he groaned, increasing the pressure of his thumb on her delicate nub, “I know you’re close again, despite your pleas for me to stop. You want to come again; you will come once more – as your king, I demand it of you.”
His words, combined with the rhythmic thrusting of his fingers, set her off. Sylvi came hard, screaming his name loud enough to be heard by anyone within earshot of his chambers.
“Good girl,” praised the king, withdrawing his digits and placing them at her lips. “Now, clean them.”
Sylvi obediently sucked and licked the glistening digits clean, swirling her tongue and moaning around them as if she were sucking his cock and not the long, elegant fingers that were just deep inside her cunt. This was her vengeance, minor as it was, retaliation for each second of agonising pleasure he had caused her.
Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at her minor act of revenge, and then glazed over with lust. It was obvious he had not expected her to behave so wantonly to his command.
The king’s reaction gave Sylvi a perverse sort of pleasure, knowing that while she was the one restrained and unable to move, the element of surprise was still on her side. She wasn’t completely at his mercy, likewise, a part of him was at hers.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he remarked. His baritone voice was smooth and powerful enough to reverberate through Sylvi’s bones as she waited for him to make his next move.
She wasn’t left waiting long. Loki crawled up her body, situating his hips between her legs and arms on each side of her head, caging her as an Asgardian panther would its prey. Licking and biting as he made his way forward, he paused momentarily to suckle on her taut nipples before he continued upwards and inched his nose closer to where her neck joined her shoulder, breathing in her scent.
“You smell delectable,” he whispered, lust evident in his tone, “like the evening breeze as it weaves its way through the golden city. The scent of the sweetest Asgardian wine…it swirls around me, cascades through my bloodstream, simultaneously soothing and maddening – and compels me to fuck you into oblivion. And, I think, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”
He moved without further delay, swiftly unbuckling his trousers, he slid them down his hips to free his cock and gently nudged himself between her lips, coating himself in her slick. Then in a single, mighty stroke, he sheathed himself deep inside her.
Sylvi felt full. Stretched to the brink with the king’s glorious shaft. He was as deep as could be; were it possible, she was certain he’d go even deeper.
It was clear to her that restraint was now a foreign concept to him; he had none, and once again, he was making good on his promise.
Who would have thought that the God of Lies could be true to his word?
Loki was thrusting into her as if he actually intended to fuck her into nothingness.
Sylvi found she had no qualms with that.
Loki had never liked the heat. He’d always had an affinity for winter, a connection to chilly air, freezing winds and thick blankets of snow that buried everything in sight.
Sylvi was different. Her cunt - which as far as he was concerned, was hotter than the fire and flames of Muspelheim itself - was a heat he would gladly suffer through.
There had never been a shortage of women interested in warming Loki’s bed, of course, and he had indulged an innumerable amount of them, for he was certainly not the God of resisting temptation. But not a single one of them could compare to the searing heat of Sylvi.
His original intent had been to draw out their first fuck for as long as possible, to tease and torment her with his cock, just as he had done with his tongue, until she was nothing more than a moaning, mewling mess. Only then would he proceed to give her the fuck of the century.
Unfortunately, this glorious plan became nothing more than a distant memory the moment he slid into her. From that moment on, all he wanted was to own her completely.
Which is exactly what he proceeded to do.
His cock was spearing her, shoving deeply, repeatedly, ensuring that not a single part of her was left untouched by him. Sylvi rose to meet each and every thrust of his, no matter how hard or brutal they were, and her gasps and moans of complete and utter pleasure said more than words ever could. She was relishing in his claiming of her, enjoying the sensations of absolute ecstasy that he was solely responsible for.
There was certainly no turning back after her fall into oblivion, he was certain of this. Her walls pulsed and gripped his prick like there was no tomorrow, giving him no choice but to let go and follow her into the abyss that was both their climaxes.
Sylvi had brought herself to completion a great many times. Most of them had been after completing her task of waking the king. She had often fantasied about what it would be like to be fucked by him, how good his perfectly chiseled cock would feel as it slid in and out of her.
The real thing was nothing like her fantasies or any climax she had ever reached on her own.
Coming around Loki’s thick girth was an experience unto itself. It was electric, a sensory overload that caused her to shiver, whimper and moan as her clenching walls locked his cock inside her and guaranteed that he gave her every drop of his godly essence.
The feel of him inside her was better than anything she had ever experienced before, and thus, when he made to withdraw she had stopped him, told him that she wanted him to stay where he was, keeping her comfortably filled with both cock and cum.
She was immensely pleased when he obliged, simply vanishing her bonds and making himself comfortable above her.
The weight of him on her and in her was enough to lull her into a peaceful slumber, only to be awoken the next morning by the king as he steadily fucked into her, bringing her to completion, instead of the reverse.
Which is how most mornings went, after that.
One pleasuring the other until they were awake and ready to greet the new day.
No longer as sovereign and servant, but as lovers instead.