𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

You are the sweetest taste of sin

"Oh cupcake, breaking character to allow me to embrace you. That was your downfall, you fell for my pleas, and my begs. Never take Pity on your submissive darling."

You stared at him stunned, feeling an utter fool for falling for his pitying begs and allowing him to take control.

"Was I okay, did you enjoy it?" you ask softly, stroking his cheek. You were hoping if you play sweet and innocent it would appeal to his sentiments, and he'd forgive you for your domineering ways.

A tenderness washed across his face, and his eyes grew softer. You close in for a kiss, and gently place your lips on his. The firm grasp Loki had on you eased, and he smiled pulling back, laying his palm softly atop yours that now cupped his face.

"Oh Loki, my Love" you swoon, feeling assured Loki had forgiven your domination previously.

Fearfully, you observed as Loki's face broke into a broad grin and the soft touch of his palm on yours had given way to a firm grip. The squeeze on your fingers causing you discomfort.

While cackling evilly, Loki grabbed your hand and dragged it away from his face. His expression was covered in a shadowed grin, and you felt quite afraid.

Already he was stepping up his dominance to an entirely new level. You were shaking with the horror he incited in you and gradually, you distanced yourself while maintaining a steady gaze.

"Loki, stop, we don't have to do this. Let's just act like normal people" you say, your tone urgent as you try to persuade him.

You could see the carnal lust that was burning in Loki's eyes as he inspected your your body from head to toe. He's found his prey, and it's you.

You continued backing away as you see him slowly creep closer.

"Have you forgotten pumpkin? I'm not a normal person"

"I—I—mean normal god, let's just go and make love on that rug over there" you stutter your words nervously.

Loki laughed louder at your remark, "I'm not even a normal god, so why would I settle for normal? Don't play coy with me, you want me to dominate you, control you, and mark your pretty skin" Loki looks at you and waits for your reaction to his words.

"Mark my skin! No, I don't want to be whipped!" you cry out.

"Who says I'm going to use a whip?" he smirked, suddenly darting toward you, no longer stalking his prey but now pouncing.

You had no time to flee. He gripped your body, pushing his mouth on your breast and biting down hard. Your high pitched screech rung loud in his ears.

You defensively pulled on his hair with all your might, ripping his teeth away from your supple mound. He let you go and you backed away towards the wall.

You felt warm liquid drip down your breast, covering your nipple before the droplets fell to the floor. You looked at Loki in shock, his lips stained in your deep crimson blood.

After looking down, you saw his teethmarks imprinted into your skin. Your fear did not diminish, but you also felt a growing sense of rage.

You shot a look at Loki, who was merely standing there appreciating the work he had done on your flesh. It got him excited, and his cock was back to being erect.

"Oh don't give me that look kitten, my bite marks are simply love notes written in the flesh." Loki licked his lips, relishing the taste of your blood, "You're the sweetest taste of sin sugar, because your hot red fluid truly is so sweet"

He lifted his fingers and wiped the excess blood from the corners of his mouth before licking them clean.

"Normal Loki, I want normal!" you yell in frustration, unsure if you should be repulsed or aroused by the fact he just drank you blood.