Servant to the King. 16+

Feelings?! 18+

The next thing you remember was waking up in his bed again.
This time, however, you were alone.
None of the sheets or blankets had been moved.
Instead, what seemed to be his cape covered you.
Perhaps that is what made you sleep so soundly.
When you fully adjust to your surroundings, your suddenly overcome with that same sensation.
Butterflies, as their called.
Gods, you were trying to get rid of these feelings for the pr- king.
Now you've gone and fallen..hard.

You lift up his highness's cape, bringing it closer to you.
You could practically feel the warmth.
His cologne oils and hair potions filled your lungs with a most vivid scent.
It didn't hit you overwhelmingly, but it was far from subtle.
Loki was practically with you now.
You paused, thinking..with him gone but this cloth here?
Maybe admittedly stating it could break apart this feeling.

"Your highness..I.
I've been meaning to tell you something." You begin, glaring intently at this thing in your hands.

"I'm just going to say it!
I've grown feelings of sorts for you.
It's...something I haven't been able to get over.
Your smile makes me warm.
Your laughter..it makes me want to be your fool.
Heh...I suppose I truly am the fool for having such feelings."

Your head sinks to your heart as you begin to calm down.
The truth was being revealed.

"A king of Asgard would never haste to a lowly servant.
I know that...
Even so, I hope telling you this will free my heart from your restraints."

You take his cape and bring it up to your face.
Your feelings would be fine now.
You prayed.
You begged.

That familiar scent intrigued your senses once more, enticing you for seconds.
You found yourself practically inhaling the fumes, almost like a sedative!
Flashbacks of earlier fill your mind.
The picture of his body against your own came alive in your head.
You could feel the same feelings returning.

"Why..why isn't it working?"

You latch onto the cloth; if it weren't made of Asgardian materials, you are sure it would have ripped in twine.

Gods, the feeling is overwhelming..
You know there's only one way to fix this.
In case the king returns, you retreat to his bathroom.
The cape flowing effortlessly behind.
You lock the door behind you.

To little surprise, your surrounded by piles and piles of rubbish.
You paid it little mind this time however.
Your mind could only see his eyes now.
Those mystical eyes you can never seem to forget.
No matter how much you tried to purge the memories from your mind..
They always snuck back into your, oh, so fearful heart.

You practically collapsed against the door, causing one of the bottles to fall over.
It, however, does not break...with only a small 'tink' heard.
The cape you carry drapes over your body and along side your legs.
You don't know how much longer you can take all of this tension!

Alone in the dark, you remove your cloak.
Your hair falls along your face covering it in a sheet of snow.
It was only matched by the red blood stains of your flustered skin.
You close your eyes, laying back again the wooden door.
Inhaling every ounce of his energy on the drapes, you begin to feel your breath quicken.
It's as if your mind is focused on him more than anything else in your body.
You suppose that's why you jump to the sudden feel of touch.

It was your own hand.
Your undoing buttons and straps.
Your legs shake uncontrollably as you manage to scramble your own pants down.
Now, sitting alone with only undergarments left to stop you, you go back to that place.
The place of erotic euphoria and fantasies that fully indulge every lustful desire.

You find yourself rubbing that special spot, breathing your master in with every breath!
You squirm a bit in your place.
Admittedly, you had never done something so dastardly.
So desperately..

You pick up the pace, going up and down and up and down again.
Your heart rate skyrockets as you do so, allowing a moan to slip away.
It startled you for a moment.
You had never heard such a noise.
Especially from your own mouth!
The thrill of being on the edge like this was so alluring.
Addictive.

You tug at the only reaming garments wrapped around your waist and they slide off with ease.
Seemingly lubricated by how utterly wet you were..
You lay back once more, moving your free hand to your needy privates.
You spare no time in sliding two fingers in.
You begin to moan again as you slowly grind on your own hand.

By the horns..it felt so good!
All that teasing...all that tension!
You could hear his voice in your head edging you on.
You knew deep down he would never say suck things, but in your mind, he could say whatever you desired.

"Oh my sweet pet...ah, yes.
Take it.." he says, causing you to go faster.

Your moans only grow more loud from there.

"Oh, gods, yes!
Good slave..!"

"Mm..Loki..." you begin to call.

His voice ringing so clearly in your ears made you crazy.
A raving feeling you had never experienced before being to send a surge through your body.
You thrust in three fingers, going faster.

"Ah!
Ahh~
Yes, yes, yes!" You scream.

So deep in now.
The pace growing ever faster.
You couldn't take much more of this, but gods...you didn't want to stop!

"Please!
Ahh!
Loki-
God, ah!"

There was no stopping now.
Your mind is filled with a feeling of utter pleasure as your eyes roll back.
You let out a final scream before discharging onto yourself and the bathroom floor.

"Oh my-
Yes!!"

Even after finishing, you continue to toy with yourself.
It's as if something has possessed you!
Your screams grow louder and louder with the pitch growing higher and higher.
You move up, positioning yourself to take it from behind.

Every motion, every sound...all involuntarily.
You never want this feeling to end!