Get On Your Knees and Pray To Me

A Massage Of The Shoulders, Back, And Between Those Lovely Thighs

Waking up was a bit more difficult than usual. Your eyes felt heavy, thick, and the air around you seemed foggy. You groaned and tried to open your eyes, but it was like a weight was holding your eyelids down. You sighed and left them closed, opting instead to float in this odd state of in between sleep and consciousness.

Perhaps you should have been worried, but you weren't. It was nearly impossible to feel worried when Loki's soft shirt was still wrapped around your body. There was a blanket resting over you, and while you had no idea where it came from, it smelled like Loki. You pushed your nose into the soft blanket and felt a small smile form on your lazy lips. You inhaled and your nose was stuffed with the scent of Loki - pine, leather, sex. Sex. You inhaled deeper and wow, everything smelled like sex.

You shifted a bit beneath the blanket, rubbing your legs together. There was something on your thighs and you immediately recognized it as Loki's cum. And then, your thoughts flew back to last night - this morning? When did Loki wake you up to fuck you? It didn't matter. What mattered was that he did wake you up, he did fuck you, and he did leave you with his cum drying on you when you told him to.

And then he said he adored you.

It startled you when he first said it, and if you were being frank, you couldn't meet his eyes afterwards. But that wasn't because you hated what he said. No, you felt so elated by it. Loki had told you he cared for you, wanted you, and would go to great lengths to protect you. But adoring you was something that held a bit more...weight, intention than you realized. You wanted to return the sentiment, and you were all ready to, when he had hushed you quietly.

Because the truth was you adored Loki and you wanted to shout it to the world, show everyone your pendant, and declare yourself totally and utterly his.

That realization forced you back into slumber, and you weren't sure how long you were asleep for, but your dreams were more than pleasant. You dreamt of Loki kissing you, his arms wrapped around you, and his eyes watching you with such a tender softness that you could feel yourself melting under his gaze. And then, his cock was in you. He was thrusting into you slowly, roughly, deeply, and his hand was locked with yours, holding you to him. His hips moved intimately, pushing his cock into you with a passion that nearly had you crying. He whispered sweet nothings to you, and when you woke up, there were tears on your cheeks. You weren't sad - you were happy. You were happy because this was your reality. Loki was your reality. He was here, he was tangible, and he adored you.

Loki, Prince of Asgard, Son of Odin, God of Mischief, God of Sex adored you.

You began crying again.

At least this time, your arms had enough blood flowing through them for you to raise them to your eyes. You scrubbed your cheeks and smiled into the blanket that was still pushed up to your mouth. The happiness that was inside you felt infectious, spreading from your chest to the rest of your warm body. You giggled and blushed, your hand falling to the pendant still draped around your neck protectively, possessively. Everything felt so right knowing that Loki wanted you.

But then, the voice in the back of your mind began whispering. Sure, he wants you now. But what about tomorrow? How about the next day? Or the next? This won't last forever...

You tried to ignore it. You really did. You were so happy but you couldn't deny that the little voice was right. This couldn't last forever. Loki wouldn't want you forever. You were his pet, his little plaything, and you could only satisfy him for so long. Things would change one day. You weren't ready for that.

The tears that were once happy were now angry and sad. You scrubbed them away, trying to push back those feelings of self-doubt that still lingered in the corners of your mind. You had to give Loki credit - he did a good job at forcing that voice away. You were feeling more confident, more sure of yourself. The only problem was you didn't know how much of that confidence and sureness stemmed from the knowledge that Loki wanted to be with you - wanted to fuck you, rather.