Servant of Jotunheim

Love

The King still has important duties to attend to so I return to his chambers alone. I bathe before bed and dress in one of his nightshirts, continuing to read the book he had given me about Alfheim.

I discover that my mother was born entirely without magic as it is sometimes known to miss a generation. It was no surprise that she was unable to escape Jotunheim without it.

Loki: "I have brought you something to eat" he says when he enters the room.

Me: "Thank you".

Loki: "Do you perhaps wish for me to inform Ruth and Sara of your arrival?"

Me: "Can we keep me presence here a secret for a little while longer? I enjoy it when we are alone".

Loki: "As you wish, Princess Valanya".

Me: "I will never get used to being referred to as that now I know it is true".

The King bathes while I eat my food quickly so I may get some much needed rest.

He gets in the bed next to me and places his hand in mine as though he were making sure I am truly here with him and not some illusion.

Me: "Speak to me" I whisper.

Loki: "I never stopped loving you".

After placing my hands on his shoulders I gently push him onto his back so I may climb on top of him. I lift up the nightshirt I am wearing and throw it aside, exposing my body to him as his eyes study every detail.

Me: "I wish to show you how much I still love you".

He sits up while I unbutton his shirt, his beautiful porcelain skin now reflecting the amber glow from the fireplace nearby.

I move back enough to lower his underwear down so that he may awkwardly kick them off, which causes us both some momentary amusement.

I lean forward and kiss him passionately while his hands sensually caress my body from the tops of my arms to the small of my back.

Every delicate touch of his hands against my skin arouses me more as I position myself in line with his now throbbing arousal.

He breathes heavily once I gradually lower myself onto him, slowly taking in his godly length as his fingertips dig into my waist.

He never breaks eye contact, even when I gasp with pained delight once he is fully immersed within me.

My hands resting on his chest steady me while he guides my motions to a steady pace. My nails sink into his chest, much to his enjoyment as I find myself craving release sooner than expected.

His grip quickens me as I throw my head back in ecstasy when I finally find the sensation I had been so desperate longing for that only he could grant me.

My moans of pleasure excite him before he lifts me off of him and positions me face down on the bed, bringing one of my legs up so he can enter me with ease.

He thrusts into me deeply and grabs the back of my hair, then pulling my gaze towards his so he can look me in the eyes, wishing to see me enjoy every moment.

His hard, deepening thrusts continue at a depraved pace while he takes great pleasure in watching me come apart due to his actions.

I feel my core burdened with desperation once more, and it soon arrives moments before he finally reaches his own carnal satisfaction.

Still he continues his thrusts, even after he pours out inside of me, filling me with his lusts ultimate end like he never wishes it to stop.

When he inevitably collapses next to me, too exhausted to continue, he pulls me in close and holds me while we both recover.

Loki: "Is this a dream?" he pants breathlessly.

Me: "It is a good dream, my King" I smile and kiss him.

Loki: "I love you, Valanya, and I swear that I will never hurt you again".

Me: "I love you, Loki" I say as I drift off into my sleep.