Can a God, truly be redeemed?

Chapter 45

Loki swayed his body back and forth, reminding you of a sleek black panther as he crawled over to you. Once he reached the foot of the chair he sat back on his legs, smirking as he kneeled before you. With a wink, he began slowly undoing the buckles and ties of his leather armor keeping his gaze locked onto yours. As he begins to pull the armor off, revealing a simple green tunic underneath he smiles watching your eyes grow dark with lust at the site of his sleek toned body.

"Would you like for me to continue, Mistress?" he asks, smirking at your fixed gaze upon his chest eagerly drinking in his godly form.

"Don't you dare stop. I want to see all of this glorious body that belongs to me" you order, beginning to run your hands slowly up and down your legs, loving the feeling of dragging the soft silk material across your sensitive bare skin underneath.

Loki nods as he slowly peels the tunic off and tosses it across the room to join the pile of his discarded leathers. His delicious pale, milky skin shines in the firelight as you drink in his sleek, gody form. Every muscle is strong and toned to perfection. The man at your feet was truly an Adonis if there ever was one. The lust in your eyes as you drink in the sight of your bare lover, increases Loki's own desire as he moves to stand and slowly undo the ties to his leather trousers. His prominent bulge, aching to be released from the tight confines of his pants.

You move forward, freezing his hands at the ties as you shake your head.

"Allow me, my love. For this is my favorite part and I wish to enjoy every second of it." Smiling up at him, tugging him closer to stand between your now open legs as you sit on the edge of the chair. His bulge level with your face as you raise your hands up to begin undoing the strings. Seductively, you take the ties in your teeth as you begin to pull them apart, lightly nuzzling your face across his straining cock within his pants. He groans at the feel of your hot breath ghosting across his eager cock.

Once the ties are loose you bring your hands up and slowly pull them down his legs as his length springs free, full and upright against his belly. Hard and swollen, leaking streaks of cum aching to be touched, to be tasted. You whine deep in your throat as your mouth waters at the sight before you. Not yet, you keep yelling at yourself. He owes you a show first. You look up into his intense stare, eye's hard and eager to see you place him in your mouth. Giving him a sly grin, you press a small peck against his wet slit, letting his pre-cum coat your lips as you lean back smiling at him. His eyes glued to your milky white lips coated with his seed.

Leaning back into the chair once more, seeing you now have his undivided attention, you lick your lips slowly, moaning and humming as you seductively lick his juices from your lips. Loki's eyes grow wide and dark as he observes you. That was the sexiest thing he has ever seen in his long life.

"Does my Mistress approve?" he whispers, standing still with his arms now crossed behind his back,his stance opening up just a touch as he awaits your orders.

"Mmmm...oh she approves....very much. Such a delicious cock you have dear HUSBAND." you grin as you see his cock twitch and grow impossibly harder at the term of endearment you choose. You know how much he adores having that title of ownership over you as much as yours has of him.

"Now, darling. I do believe I asked you to SHOW me how only I affect you. How only I control your delicious body." Smirking as you finish licking his cum off your lips.

"Touch yourself, my love. Let me see how you pleasure yourself to the thought of me. Imagine it is I who is touching you, exploring you. If you please me, I shall reward you most graciously" slowly pulling your dress up to expose your legs up to just above your knees as you cross them once more. Let the silky fabric slide down to expose your upper thighs as well. Not enough to show your lace panties just yet. No, this show is for you, not him. You lock eyes with him as he drinks in the sight of your exposed skin, watching you gently rub your leg up and down.