Life with Loki - short stories

Enough, it is not *

Summary: When his cravings for you overrules him, Loki finds himself needing his Mummy that bit more.
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Note: I am obsessed with Loki being my gorgeous little cumslut.
I just realised that the start of this is similair to the last SubLoki LWL that I wrote. But oh well.
All kudos, votes and comments are appreciated. I love you so much xxx

Tags: SubLoki / BabyBoyLoki / Loki caught masturbating / Mummy Kink / Face-Sitting / Face-Fucking / Vaginal Fingering / Female Ejaculation / Facial / Loki being a Cumslut
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His restraint was thinning, the longer the day continued. By the mid-afternoon, he was a wreck, and felt the control within himself, slipping. It wasn't the matter that he wasn't allowed, no, you had never stated such a rule. It was a rule that he had situated over himself, to reserve his essence, his seed, for you — for his Mummy. However, today, his rule was faltering, as his desire for you plagued his mind during your absence. He stared at his phone, pondering whether to inform you of his situation and beg for the permission that he did not need, but he relented, as he did not want to disturb you during your day. But his day, became hazed. Hazy with fresh desire, with unwithering need, so he surrendered and fell naked to the bed. He was already viewing you in his mind, in all your curved glory, picturing his face being squashed between your ample thighs, as his hand fucked his cock. He was so lost within his surrender, within the wave of anticipated ecstasy, that his mind had not realised the time and that you were due to return at any moment. The sound of the front door went completely unnoticed. For a small amount of time, you stood within the doorway, shoulder resting against the panel of wood as you watched your love; eyes closed tightly, as he hastily tried to bring himself to release.

"Oh? What do we have here?", you asked as you walked into the bedroom, seeing him laid out across the bed with his cock in his hand. The head was ruby red, filled and irate with his blood because of the tight ring around the bottom of the shaft that he formed with his other hand. He stopped still, staring at you like a deer in headlights, embarrassed at being caught during this act of self-pleasure.

"I- I j— I needed to play, Mummy. I'm sorry. It doesn't even feel as near as good by myself". Such submission in his eyes. His submission for you. How strong he is, yet so weak for you.

"Oh, baby", you cooed as you cupped his cheek with your hand. "Do you want Mummy's help?". He nodded a shy yes instantly. You began to undress yourself right before him, while he purposely kept his hands near his head, away from his needy cock. It was hard to miss his lip catching between his teeth at what he saw, despite him seeing you bare so many times already.

"Let me get you ready, Mummy", he offered as his arms extended to you, guiding you they did, as you took your seat upon his sweet face.

"Good job, baby. Just like that", you moaned as the stiffened tip of his tongue flicked around and over your clit— exactly how you liked it. He always knew exactly what do to with that tongue of his. So sharp, that it often left his subjects riddled and quivering with fear, yet here he was, your soft baby who was already whimpering under you, due to your taste. "Such a perfect mouth", you moaned as your hands gripped the bed frame as you felt your orgasm building. His tongue fastened it's pace as the sounds of your moans increased. With a high moan and whimper, your clit began throbbing in his mouth as your deserved orgasm hit. Once it was too sensitive, he moved his mouth down to your entry, and slurped up every drop of your juices, while he groaned away.

"Such a greedy baby", you laughed as he lapped away. "And I'm a greedy Mummy", you spoke as you moved off of his wet face and straddled his hips. You sank down every inch of his throbbing, achy, needy, cock, that constantly needed your attention.

"Fuck", he moaned, already so breathlessly.

"You're so deep, baby. So deep", you moaned as you stilled, letting yourself adapt to his size. His eager hands were travelling around your body, from your full breasts and perked nipples, down your soft stomach, to your wide hips. They stayed there and gripped, and moved along with you when you began to move your hips in a back and forward motion, your pelvises grinding in synchronicity.