𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

Holy Oral on the Altar

As your hands glide over Loki's chest, you can feel the finely etched embellishments in his soft leathers. You move your arms up to encircle his neck and rest them on his shoulders.

"So which are you? God of mischief or prince of Asgard?" you enquire as his hands begin to explore your body and his lips plant gentle kisses on your skin.

He stops nibbling your neck long enough to look you in the eyes and reveals, "I'm both a god and a prince, darling."

You're baffled by Loki's words—Asgard, his title of mischief, the gods, and the magic; it all sounds like jargon to you and you are full of questions.

Loki is amused to see the confused expression on your face and chuckles as he touches the tip of his nose to yours. "I promise to answer any questions you have my curious kitten, but right now, I desperately need you"

You place your finger to your lips and pretend to pull an invisible zip, sealing your mouth to prevent more questioning.

Loki laughs loudly before pulling on the same imaginary zip and pretending to unfasten it. "Whilst questions may be on hold for now darling, I simply cannot have my kittens lips sealed. I need to hear you purr as our bodies intertwine as one"

You grin as you lean in close and suckle his ear lobe, eliciting a powerless moan of desperation to escape him. But when you made a purring noise directly against his ear, it sent him over the brink. Tremors ran up and down his body at the sound of your delicious kitten purring.

Loki firmly grasps your plump behind and gives it a good squeeze. Your chest tightens as his powerful touch sends shocks of lightning straight to your core, causing you to gasp for air.

His hands glide beneath your dress before tugging on the waist band of your knickers, and as he lowers himself down your body, he pulls your panties with him. On his knees, he carefully guides them away from your ankles until they're entirely off you.

"You won't need these today, tomorrow, or any day after that," he proclaims as he smiles up at you from a kneeling position. "I want easy access princess, I forbid you to wear any underwear around me."

"Please me well, and I will obey your command my prince" you return a playful smile.

You're suddenly seized by Loki's strong hands, and he effortlessly tosses you over his shoulder, your dress flying up and revealing your naked behind. He carefully makes his way towards the cross- and candle-adorned Sacred Altar.

As he walked, you enjoyed the feel of his smooth hand caressing your bottom; but suddenly, his palm came down with a sharp slap, the impact startling you. "Oooh, do that again," you moan, loving the small pain it left behind.

"Does my queen appreciate a good spanking?" Loki asks in good fun.

One more hard spanking landed on your exposed bottom before you could respond. You laugh, thoroughly enjoying the playful and sexually stimulating conversation.

"I wish you could see the crimson hand prints that I have left on your fair skin darling"

"I bet they look beautiful" you gush.

"That they do princess, that they do," Loki adds as he turns his head to softly kiss the side of your red rear.

You can feel the contrast of his cool lips pressing against the heat of his stinging hand prints, and it makes you giggle.

Loki reaches the altar, and with his free hand he clears the table by pushing all of the religious contents off. The heavy metal crosses making a crashing sound as they fall to the ground.