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They dressed you up like a whore. A lace bralette supported your breasts and a thong covered your privates under the extremely short mini-skirt. You fashioned a collar on your neck with a leashless hook at the front while sporting a painful pair of stilettos on your feet. It was an all-emerald green palette and the aim was to make you look like a biteable piece of meat.
While your voice was just a ringing of whimpers, they put a ball gag in your mouth to muffle any and all words that you might produce. Atop that they tied a golden ribbon, the bow knot of which sat neatly above your stretched lips, making you look like the perfect present. To finish off, they put a blindfold over your eyes. You had to depend on your sense of hearing and touch to determine what was happening around you.
One of them reached behind you to twist your arms at your back and tied them together with what felt like silk.
“Perfect,” Steve commented.
He produced a vulgar kissing noise that made you flinch.
“I’ll take a picture before all this gets ruined,” he said and the next thing you heard was the shutter click of a camera.
Bucky stepped out from your side and joined Steve in his examination of your figure.
“Still, too many tears, don’t you think?”
“Nah, I bet he’ll like it,” Steve answered.
Bucky laughed in response. “We should do this professionally. Demand money in return, you know?”
“Yeah, we could. Wanna start now or after retirement?”
There was a pause before they both broke into a burst of hysterical laughter. All while you sobbed helplessly before them. Your knees buckled under you from the trembling. You almost fell before a strong hand grabbed your arm.
“Keep up, pet. That’s not going to work if you want to survive the night.”
You were repulsed at the contact with Steve. He had been a man you had looked up to with star-filled eyes once before he revealed his ugly side to you. The meaning of the idiom, ‘you should never meet your heroes’, reflected well upon your mind.
“Let’s go, now. They must be waiting,” Bucky said.
The patter of his feet shuffled to your left and became distant with each second. With no warning, Steve jerked you forward and forced you to walk with him. Your weak legs and the thin heels made your steps wobbly. The only reason you were not stumbling and falling face-first into the ground was that he held you upright.
A brisk earthly scent filled your nostrils and a cool breeze ran flush on your bare skin, making you shiver as you sensed the winter chills around yourself. The ground beneath your feet was uneven. You heard the sound of a car lock being undone and you became aware that you were no longer trapped in their horrible safehouse.
But they were taking you somewhere, to a certain ‘him’, and you were not too happy about it.
“Into the trunk,” Bucky announced.
A pair of hands held you at your legs and shoulders each before you were dumped onto a scratchy surface that had an overwhelmingly ‘car’ smell to it.
“It’ll take no time before we reach, pet. Make sure to be a good girl all night,” Bucky told you.
They did not bother for your thrashing body and muffled whine before they shut the door of the trunk on your face. Your eardrums hurt from the piercing soundwave and you whimpered into the ball-gag.
The surface beneath you vibrated into life as they started the car. You imagined them driving you away to your despicable fate. You were certain that their trunk would be soaked with your tears and snot by the time they reached wherever they wanted to take you.
You shuddered at the thought of them giving you away to a strange man for free use. They hadn’t done much to you yet, except for the occasional groping and vulgar remarks, but you dreaded to think that they will all have their way with you. It was all too clear what service they expected from you.
Not an inch of this earth was safe for women was what you had concluded in the past days and no one should be trusted, not even the world’s most beloved saviours. You pitied your younger self who had fought through her anxiety to present a valuable forte to Steve Rogers in his office during the interview. Gone in the dust were your dreams of joining the Avengers, of helping the heroes save the world. Everything had turned to garbage. You did not know why or when they had become like this.
After the passing of uncountable miserable seconds, the car jerked to a stop and moments later the trunk was opened. The natural atmosphere of the earth was a welcoming experience for you even though you disliked the way you were dragged out of your hole.
“Let’s fix this,” Bucky spoke to himself as he corrected the bow tie on your mouth.
Meanwhile, Steve aimlessly straightened your skirt. You squealed into the gag as he slapped your butt cheek.
“Good to go,” he said.
A pair of rough hands grabbed you by your elbows and made you match their footsteps. Your ever-fast beating heart pounded harder with the anticipation of what was coming. After crossing some steps, you were suddenly lifted from the ground before being deposited on it again. A muffled bell rang in your ears. You assumed that you were at the house of the ‘him’ they wanted to give you to.
It was beyond you why Captain America would feel the need to traffic girls and give them to other men. You had not the least of the idea of what kind of customers he catered to, but you assumed that he achieved a lot of benefits from them as he was not getting money as Bucky had mentioned earlier. You did wonder though how many women they had done this to and how long would it take for justice to prevail. It may never be delivered and you felt bitter thinking about that.
The door was answered by a thick masculine voice.
“Hey, you are finally here! Who is that?” He asked.
“A present for your brother,” Steve answered with giddy.
“The present is a woman ?” The voice sounded sceptic and displeased. It gave you a sliver of hope that this man may not be happy about what is being done to you.
“Yes, it’s a rather special gift,” Bucky said as he squeezed the flesh on your arms at both sides.
“Well,” the man cleared his throat. “Firstly, come in…and secondly, I appreciate you trying to make him feel at home but I don’t think you need to be spoiling my brother with whores,” said the man.
“Ah, every man needs to be spoiled by whores. But this is something better,” Bucky replied.
He dipped a finger into the hook of your collar and pulled you with him into the house as if you were his pet, which you probably were even if you did not want to accept it.
The interior of the house was warm. Their scent of masculine musk overwhelmed the trace of a flowery aroma neath the growing hints of smokey, burning wood as you were dragged on and on by Bucky into another room.
“Where is he?” Steve inquired.
“Must be in his room, learning about earth or playing with knives. Hopefully not doing something bad. But I didn’t tell him that you were coming,” he said.
“That’s good. Call him, will you?”
Your stomach churned again as you sensed yourself coming closer to your fate. As much as you had wanted this to not be real, you knew that you were fucked in both the literal and metaphorical meaning of it.
“Wait,” Bucky interrupted. “Let’s set her up somewhere. Maybe in the living room?”
“Alright.”
The profound clicks of your heels were softened by a lush carpet. You were stopped at a place where the crackling of fire could be heard and the heat could lick your skin.
“Down. Like a good girl.”
Bucky pressed your shoulders until your knees buckled and you were forced to take a kneeling position. You were thankful for the comfort of the carpet beneath you or else you would have ended up with aching knees.
“That’s good. Sexy,” Steve complimented.
“Now get us some of that Asgardian liquor before the entertainment begins for tonight!” He announced with a clap of his hands.
Your ears perked up at the sentence. Where there was Asgardian liquor there were the people of Asgard which meant that you were in the presence of the God of Thunder, Thor, and the other person that lived with him should be his mischievous brother, Loki, who was recently given a pardon for his heroic contribution in saving the earth and granted a place in the team of Avengers.
The other, more bothersome observation for you was that you were going to be their ‘entertainment’ for the night. It sickened you to your core, but you feared more the idea of being shared by four men, two of them Gods and two of them supersoldiers. You were a mere human mortal and that kind of sexual attention could kill you.
Your breaths became shallower by the second. Each of their words and sounds and even their invisible gaze was heavy on your heart.
The clink of glasses echoed from behind you and the image of the men drinking painted in your mind. Drunk super strong men could not mean any better for you.
“He’ll be here,” said the man, whom you now assumed to be Thor.
Was he not supposed to be a God? A worthy one, protector of the nine realms? Why was he agreeing with this? You wished you could ask him that.
“But this one...she seems scared. Is she okay?” He asked.
You responded with a faint whine against the gag which prevented you from agreeing to his doubt. You wanted to scream for him and tell him that this was all wrong.
“No, she’s just excited y’know. They dream to be fucked by the Avengers and this one got the chance,” Steve explained.
He was excruciatingly depraved.
“Oh.” Thor seemed a bit unconvinced and you wished that he would see through your pain.
A scuffle of feet coming down a set of stairs resounded from outside the room you were situated in. The steps came closer until you could hear a man entering the space in front of you. There was a gasp.
“Huh?”
“He’s here!”
“It’s nice to see you, Steve and James, but—”
Measured footsteps trod on your side.
“What is this?” He asked. His voice was deep but softer than the other three.
“She’s a gift for you! Open it!” Bucky said.
“Uh—I’m not sure what is happening.”
“They are just trying to make you feel at home, Loki. You should appreciate that.” Thor nudged him.
The invasion of your proximity could be told by the goosebumps that erupted on your skin. A deep breath was exhaled right above you.
“Alright,” Loki said. “This is quite fancy.”
Cold fingertips touched your cheek. He grazed the outline of the ribbon tied over your mouth.
“We could’ve arranged for a gift box, but it felt like too much,” Steve commented.
Your breath became more and more uneven with his touch and your shivering became more violent as well. Yet, neither of them cared for it.
“Who is she?” Loki inquired.
“Tch. Just open the things, you’ll know!”
The silk tightened on your face before it loosened as Loki pulled at the knot rounded on top of the gag. Some of it was soaked in your drool but he did not make a remark on it as he dropped it on the floor. He reached behind your head and undid the ties that made the blindfold darken your vision.
Fiery light penetrated your eyes, they stung for a few seconds as your pupils came to adjust to the intensity of colours around you. Ignoring the aesthetic Asgardian designed interior of the house, your focus sharpened solely on the pair of black trouser clad legs in front of you.
Loki looked down at you with awe, the hint of mischief in his eye was permanent. As you fearfully dared to raise your head at him, you recalled your brief meeting with the God on the day of your unfortunate interview.
“The girl,” he mused.
“How?” He posed to Steve and Bucky.
You turned your head to find your perpetrators who sat comfortably on a large beige coloured couch behind yourself. Thor sat adjacent to them and to your left. They all held glasses of dark liquid in their hands.
“Well, you wanted her...so here she is,” Steve said with a grin.
“Wait— what girl?” Thor asked.
His forehead wrinkled and he leaned forth, placing his elbows on his knees. His eyes ran down your body with worry before he turned to the supersoldiers for an answer.
“Just someone who came around to the Compound,” Bucky said.
“Loki tried to be a gentleman and court her, but she refused... so, we thought to help,” Steve added.
He took a sip of the liquor to celebrate his own idea.
“What?” Thor exclaimed. “She isn’t a whore?”
You spurred gibberish into the gag and turned your teary eyes to Thor, affirming his doubt with your actions. He appeared to be suspicious and hesitant and that was all you needed to expect to be saved.
“She isn’t.... but she can be more of a personal slave for Loki.”
Steve winked at the younger brother. You furiously shook your head at the men.
“Does she want this? She rejected him earlier, didn’t she?”
Bucky shrugged. “She’ll learn to accept it.”
Thor scrunched his brows at them and then at you. You pleaded with him through your wet eyes.
“I don’t think I like this,” he said as he got up from his seat.
“C’mon now, don’t be so stringent. We heroes deserve some good things for what we do. She wanted to work for the Avengers, either way, she’d get to make the contribution she wanted to save the world by keeping the heroes happy,” Steve said.
Thor chewed his lips as he walked over to the fireplace, he rubbed his bearded chin as he calculated the events and reasons in his mind. You wished, oh how you wished that he would come to his senses and prove himself to be your saviour. You were certain that if the God of Thunder wanted to go against these guys, supersoldiers or not, you would be saved.
“I don’t think this is right,” he expressed.
“Oh, you’ll think it’s right once you see what she can do for you. Loki, open her gag. Give her try, c’mon,” Steve urged the dark-haired man before you.
Loki did not share even half of the reluctance that his brother had. He licked his lips as he touched your aching jaw.
“It must be sore by now,” he said.
His fingers searched for the clasp of the gag. “Let me help with that.”
The gag dripped your saliva on the floor as soon as he took it out. You passed over the relief that you felt from being able to close your mouth again and went straight to use your words.
“Please, Thor! I don’t want this! They forced me!”
“Shut up, bitch,” Steve cut in. “We know that you don’t want this. That doesn’t change a thing.”
His thunderous voice struck the fear deep in your heart. You were up against the mightiest of men on earth and they wanted to hurt you, you could not be in a worse situation than that. Your tears wetted the white carpet as you sobbed silently.
“Oh, it’s alright,” Loki cooed as he placed a gentle hand on your cheek. “I like you, darling, I’m sure we can find a way to make this less painful.”
He grinned like the devil at you as he traced your lips with his thumb. His other hand worked subtly to undo his belt. In a panic, you flinched and attempted to stand on your feet with your unsteady balance.
Even with your full height and the added inches of the high heels, you still felt smaller and weaker in front of him, in front of them. You choked on another sob. This should not be happening to you.
Loki grabbed your arm before you could get away from him, though you had little chance of escaping from the darker Avengers.
“Please, I-I don’t want to do this,” you cried pathetically. “You can find others.”
His smile would have been disarming had this been a safer situation, but you did remember not falling for his charms when he attempted to woo you that day either.
“But that isn’t as much fun, is it?” Loki cocked a brow at you as he dipped his finger into the hook of the collar. “You should be honoured to be chosen by a God and these heroes of the Earth.”
Loki pulled on the collar. You jerked forward, making your breasts crash into his chest. He marvelled at the way they squeezed into him through his white shirt. The outline of his boner was shamelessly apparent on your belly and no amount of struggle would let you free of his hold.
“You should put that whiny mouth to use. Let’s see what she’s got,” Bucky suggested.
From the corner of your eye, you searched for Thor, who was the only one who had some sense of morality in him. But he did nothing except standing at his spot with a grim expression and a glass of the Asgardian liquor in his hand. You pitied yourself and your hope, these were his valiant friends and brother, why would he choose you before them?
“Let us indeed,” Loki purred as he put his fingers to your lips.
He gave them a slight tug, enough for him to make you taste his fingers with your tongue.
“I expect you to be good,” he said.
You kicked up your legs to fight while verbally protesting, and he responded by pushing down on your shoulders.
“ Shh, on your knees, my dove. No more complaining ,” he cooed.
Though it was futile to think that you could use some combat skills against any of them, your tied-up hands made you extremely frustrated. You could not even scratch him when you wanted to punch him with all your heart.
Loki held you still with a firm grip on your hair that dug into your scalp while he undid the restraints that hid his hardened cock from you. He brought the leaking tip to your sealed lips as he massaged himself lazily.
Your body shuddered at the sheer godly size of him.
“Open up, love,” he said as he pulled to himself, “or else I’ll have to hurt you.”
Of course, you did not want to do it. But you also did not see a way out of it. And you were scared shitless at the thought of how brutal these men could be if they wanted to. Bucky and the great Captain America had already shown you what they were capable of.
With much hesitation, you gave him a little gap which was enough for him to hook in a thumb to pry your jaw open further. He let the first inch of himself penetrate your mouth and settle on your tongue, bucking his hips slightly for you to let him in.
He gave a husky groan as you unwillingly took more of his length in your mouth. Your jaw widened painfully and the vibrations of your cries served to make him throb in excitement.
“How does she feel?” Bucky asked eagerly.
“Uhm... good,” Loki moaned.
Bucky and Steve chuckled together. “I bet she can’t take you whole though. You’d break her little mouth,” Steve taunted.
“She’ll take what she can,” Loki said as he looked down at the obscene manner your mouth stretched around him and streaks of mascara drenched tears that rolled down your cheeks.
To your relief, he did not push into the back of your throat. The most humiliating way to die would be to choke to death on a cock. He pushed halfway in before pulling out and maintained a slow rhythm of bobbing your head on himself.
“How do you think she’ll take him in her cunt?” Bucky mused.
“That’d be a sight,” Steve replied.
Your innards twisted at their words and the consequent image that painted in your mind. It would be difficult for you to take him there for certain and you did not expect him to be patient or to give up.
Loki freed you from his cock suddenly and took it into his hand. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to your feet. He caged your body against his, making you face your captors as his cock poked between your thighs.
“I think I’ll like to take her to my room for the rest of the night. I’m extremely thankful for this treat, gentlemen,” he spoke against your cheek.
“What? You are not even going to give us a show?” Bucky demanded.
“Well...she is my slave now, isn’t she? I get to decide what happens to her.”
“Oh, come on!” Bucky threw his vibranium fist in the air.
“Relax, Buck. She is his girl. Let him have her. Maybe he’d be good enough to let us have a taste some other time,” Steve pitched in.
His lusty eyes raked down your more or less naked body and he winked at you in a promise, no, a threat . Your instinct said to somehow prefer the dark villain over the supposed golden hero. At the least, Loki tried to not be forceful, you could not say the same for Steve and Bucky.
You were internally screaming to be taken away from the two vile men.
“Fine,” Bucky huffed.
A wide grin formed on Loki’s face. “Thank you, gentlemen. Now if you don’t mind. I will be taking this little girl upstairs.”
“Sure, we’ll hear the details at work?” Steve asked.
“Certainly,” Loki promised.
Loki turned around and your body twisted into the direction he wanted to take you to. You were taken across the house and up a set of stairs. His cock dangled between your thighs throughout and the anticipation of him taking you made you light-headed.
“I must admit, little dove, I did not take the heroes of the earth to do something like this either. Had I known that some mischief was allowed, then I would have taken you for myself that day itself,” he spoke as he caressed the bare skin of your belly with his hands.
He nuzzled his nose against the column of your neck. You jolted when he pinched your skin between his teeth, earning a giggle from him.
“Such a sweet girl you are. I’m going to enjoy playing with you.”
His pitch seemed to drop another octave the more aroused he got. You were ashamed of the heat that bloomed between your legs because of it.
Loki manoeuvred your body with his weight and strength, leading you through the steps and into a bedroom that had a medieval touch to its interior, much like the rest of his house. A king-sized bed was placed at the centre of the room which was draped in golden-green linens, not too different from the shades you wore on your body.
He took you to the footboard, spun you without a warning and dropped you onto the mattress. Your butt bounced over it before you secured your landing by clutching the sheets in between your fingers.
A new uneasiness came to you with being alone in the presence of the God of Mischief. He had a notorious glint in his eyes as they trailed over your body, taking in every inch of your exposed skin. You were reminded of your counter with him at the Compound where he had attempted to be sweet and charming while flirting with you but had forgotten to hide the flame of darkness in his eyes.
You had been happy back then to have dodged a bullet by rejecting his advances politely. But you did wonder if your life could have been easier if you had just given in to him. Perhaps then at least the supersoldiers would not have been on your back.
He licked his lips as he came near you, his canines glimmered with their desire to sink into your flesh.
“These garments...they do make you look ravishing. But I would prefer you without them, my sweet.”
You made a futile attempt to crawl away as Loki lurched at your body. He grabbed your calves and pulled you to the edge of the bed.
“Ah-ah, no running away from me, kitten. You do not want to anger me,” he warned.
His frame hovered over you and made you feel smaller and smaller. His gaze went to your heaving breasts, your laboured breathing was all too audible to him and you. Loki brought his hand from your leg up to your chest and let it grope you through the flimsy material of the bralette.
He hooked a finger into the middle of it and tore it open with one tug. Though you were not much covered from his sight before either, you did feel more exposed and vulnerable with your nipples standing erect before him.
Loki took a moment to pull off his shirt from himself before bending over you once again. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours. His tongue swirled into your mouth and he left you no room to breathe. Meanwhile, he rubbed his throbbing cock over your abdomen.
You clenched your thighs shut as you felt his hand coming up to your knees. It was embarrassingly easy for him to part your legs with one harsh pull. He wasted no time pushing his hips between them to prevent you from closing your legs again.
He pushed the skirt above your waist and traced the outline of your thong. While shifting his mouth to nibble at your neck, he slithered his fingers through your folds. You squeaked as he pressed your nub.
“Darling, you seem to be happier about me touching you than you show on your face,” he said as he collected your slick on his fingers.
Closing your jaw shut, you turned your face to the side to hide your embarrassment at that. But that was pretty much useless once he ripped your thong in half and let your juices wet his hand freely.
Two digits swiped over your slit before he penetrated you to the knuckles. There was a slight burn but despite it, he managed to make your core lighten up with his touch.
He raised himself on his elbow to gauge your response as he skilfully fingered you.
“I can be a generous lover, dove. You shouldn’t have refused my advances earlier,” he said.
“While I appreciate this gift of you, I don’t much like the thought of James and Steve putting their hands on you. Tell me, sweetling, did they take their liberties with you before giving you to me?”
His brows knitted together as he intently waited for your response. You did not know what to tell him. You could inform him about the little groping here and there or tell him that they did not use like he was at the moment. None of it mattered. He showed concern, he acted as he possessed you but he had more or less an equal standing as the American heroes in front of you.
“Tell me, darling,” he said in a graver tone as he curled his fingers inside you.
Unsure of what he wanted to hear; you only shook your head at him.
“Does that mean they did not touch you?”
“Only—only a little,” you answered.
Loki produced a deep growl like hum. His eyes darted from his fingers pumping your cunt to your shrinking face.
“Not like this?”
“No,” you whispered.
A pleased curve etched on his lips. His dark irises twinkled.
“Good,” he praised as if you had achieved something.
“We shall talk about them later. First, you must devote yourself to me,” he said.
He lowered his trousers over his butt. The angry head of his cock slapped against your thigh. Your body shivered once again at the imagination of the pain his girth and length would bring you.
You could fathom the difference in sizes as he prodded your entrance with his tip. Your hands aimlessly struggled in their binds underneath you.
“Please, please be gentle,” you begged in a whimper, knowing well that it was the least you could bargain for given that he would not let you go.
“My, my... if you ask so politely, then I shall grant your wish, little dove.”
Loki bent to put his lips over yours. Simultaneously, he began inserting himself inside your opening. He muffled and swallowed all the cries of pain that you gave.
You writhed beneath him. Loki locked his hands over your hip and shoulder each to keep you in place. After the first inch, he paused and pushed no further, letting you adjust to his size.
“Shush, my dear. You have to be calm, otherwise, it’ll hurt more.”
You did try to dissolve yourself in his gentle, soothing voice, but just when you thought that the pain had subsided, he gave you more of it.
Loki kept shushing, cooing and kissing through the unimaginable impalement of his cock. It could have been worse, you were aware. He could have had a rougher approach. But despite it, the experience was no less harrowing.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, we are almost there,” he said.
He peppered kisses from your clavicle to your breasts. His fingers stimulated your clit while he twirled his tongue around your nipple. It was a neat way to numb the discomfort of being skewered by him.
“You feel so warm and tight around me, love. It is impossible to keep myself still.”
Loki pulled your mouth in for a deep kiss as he jerked his hips forwards. In one brutal motion, he rammed the rest of his length inside you until his pelvis lay flush against yours. He drank in your screams and held you down with his weight.
The stretch was searing and your body begged for him to get out. Your lips quivered and a low mewl rang from them as he released your mouth.
Loki himself groaned in delight. He rolled his hips into yours and savoured the tight grasp of your walls on him. For a few seconds, he stayed as he was, buried deep inside you as he savoured the pleasure of your walls clutching his manhood.
He looked upon your face as you panted and whimpered at the discomfort. He was breathing heavily himself. His eyelids fluttered at you as he ground himself further into your core.
“You are heavenly, my dove,” he rasped.
His glacial eyes ran down the length of your body and pinned themselves to the point where your bodies united. He took his hand off your shoulder and brought it down to tease the small bundle of your nerves located above your slit.
Sparks erupted through the sensitive nub as Loki pressed it softly with his thumb. He grinned as he sensed your body slicken in response to his ministrations. He began to move slowly out of your core and then back in. The texture of his thick phallus gliding across your walls only added to the fire stirring up in your belly.
You yelped as Loki brushes over a particularly tender spot with the head of his cock through his steady rhythmic thrusts. Your thighs close around his hips as your walls tightened around him in search of more stimulation.
Your forehead wrinkled as you ached to cover your face with your hands, humiliated by your wanton reaction to being violated by the god. Loki snickered at the way your elbows twitched to be free.
He clicked his fingers next to your face and you suddenly found your hands unbounded again. You quickly pulled your arms from beneath yourself, only realising how sore they were when the blood started to flow through them again. Their freedom was short-lived as Loki caught your hands by the wrists before you could have attempted to hide your shame. He pinned them beside your head, forcing you to show yourself to him.
“You mustn’t hide my dear, and you must feel free to produce as many noises as you want. You have my permission,” he remarked, “I’m certain that the men downstairs would enjoy it as well.”
Loki’s allowance held little meaning to you as your body seemed to betray your intention to resist him and his touch. He was adamant in drawing out all the moans and cried from your mouth, taking pride in his work. As the initial ache of being stuffed with him subsided, unwanted bouts of pleasure took over your being.
He shared in your bliss and drove into your womanhood with vigour and determination, letting go of any gentleness that he had shown at the start. He clutched your hands tightly against the squeaking mattress as he lowered himself over your body. His devilish lips explored the expanse of skin on your neck, just below the thin band of the collar, for the nerves that would be extra receptive.
The decadent slither of his tongue combined with the nip of his teeth and suction of his lips were sure to leave a litter of tender spots along your neck and collarbone. Your body found itself melting at the unrelenting assault that he delivered through his cock, his mouth and his fingers. Even the slight brush of his long hair on your skin seemed to set you ablaze.
Your body arched against his, your breasts and nipples pushed up against his chest as the winds accumulated into a violent storm. Your eyes watered at the overwhelming cluster of sensations that engulfed your mind.
“Ah, Loki!” You moaned.
Your toes curled, your chest tightened and your body trembled from foot to head as the peak blasted in a heat throughout your soul. It left you tired and sweaty. You were too engrossed in the pleasure to worry about all the embarrassing noises you had created.
Loki raised his head from your neck and looked down at your hooded eyes and your agape lips that had a residue of a scream hanging on them. He smiled wickedly at you, too satisfied at your surrender.
“I suppose my approach that day was too simple for you, wasn’t it?” He asked as he kept hammering your exhausted body. He seemed untired and far from his end which worried you. “Had I been more myself and taken you to a dark corner right away there would have been no scope of rejection. It is fairly easy to melt you down, my dove.”
His words made your face burn as you questioned his hypothesis. It was too frightening to imagine him making a slut out of you right at the first meeting, but this wasn’t much different either. You turned your head to the side and closed your eyes as you bit your bottom lip.
“No use hiding now, love. It is far too late to try and save any shred of your dignity.”
Loki’s hand reached for the hook of your collar and snapped it forcefully to turn you to himself. The band tightened around your throat, making it slightly difficult for you to breathe. You met with the darkness dancing in his blue eyes again and it made you shiver as much as the overstimulation caused by his cock did.
“I am, however, disappointed that you let those supersoldiers lay their hands on you, those humans …. they are completely undeserving of partaking in the beauty and pleasure that your body has to offer.”
You shared the disgust with which he uttered the names of the men whom you had once deemed as heroes and looked up to. You sniffled as you remember the horror that they had put you through and the doom they had delivered you to.
Loki released his grip on the collar. You took a breath of relief as he snaked his thumb to your quivering lip and tugged it open.
“But you mustn’t fear them anymore, darling…I shall not let them lay their dirty hands upon your precious little body again,” he promised.
You had no idea what to make of it. Had your fate become so scrambled that the villainous God of Mischief was to become your hero against the once valiant Avengers?
Loki dipped his head and sealed his promise with a kiss. The seemingly romantic gesture pulled you back into recognising the bodily sensations you had been fighting hard to ignore.
He left you breathless as he broke the kiss. A sharp thrust reminded you of your true purpose to him. He seemed to go on forever with no end in sight and your muscles were on the urge of crumbling underneath him.
“Please—no more,” you begged.
He was unaffected as he went on ramming into you as hard as he wanted to. The jarring slam of his hips to your pelvis had the length of your body sliding up and down the bed.
“Oh, I’m nowhere near done, my darling…I hope you didn’t presume me to last for the same measly minutes as a mere human man would.”
Your eyes widened as you wondered for how long he could go.
“I’m afraid that today you shall learn to adapt and endure the lust of a God…I shall have you writhe for me at least a couple of more times before I give in,” he told you in gleeful delight.
His eyes twinkled at you as he saw the fear take over your mind. There was no escape you realised and there was no mercy either.
Loki caressed the side of your face with his hand, eventually bringing it downwards to play with your breasts. He tweaked your nipples while you searched for strength inside of you to bear your predicament.
The God hummed and grunted over you as your walls squeezed him again. He closed his eyes and lost himself in ecstasy.
“Hmm…I hope they will leave by the time I’m finished with you, little dove,” he panted.
For once you agreed with him.