You've never felt the urge to masturbate until now.
Something about the past few weeks has ignited your sexuality like never before. Your entire life, you've been taught that sex is dirty and wrong and that touching yourself is a mortal sin (especially since you're a woman). You've grown up believing this was true for an embarrassingly long time. Even after you started questioning the validity of these ideals and despite already having had sex, masturbation never really entered your thoughts. Until now.
Over the last month, you've felt your desire building. It had all started with Loki. When you first watched him in Thor, you were absolutely mesmerized. The movie left you unsatisfied in ways you've never felt. It was the first time you'd actually felt a throbbing between your legs. Then, came The Avengers. Your arousal intensified more, this time accompanied with a wetness that dampened your cotton panties. And then, Thor 2: The Dark World. Every time Loki's beautiful pale face and devilish smile invaded your screen, you felt a need. It was the first time you slipped your hand down your pants to put pressure on your clit. The sensation made you jump and you quickly recoiled, curious but frightened.
After the end of the film, you fell down an internet hole. You started a blog to collect the beautiful pictures of Loki and eventually Tom Hiddleston, the gorgeous actor who played him. Every night, you found yourself mesmerized by him. And tonight, you just can't take it anymore.
You sit on the edge of your bed, dressed only in your bra and panties. Your body trembles with anticipation. Deep down, you know it's perfectly normal and healthy but the demons from your past still reside in your mind. The negative thoughts make it feel dangerous, dirty, wrong.
You swing your legs up and lay down, trying to relax. Your hand immediately moves below your waist, pushing past the waistband of your underwear and finding your clit. Immediately, you massage it. You can feel the damp heat but there's something not quite right with the movement. Still the voices in your head are calling you a horrible person for wanting this so badly. You rub harder, gritting your teeth, hoping to silence all the internal chastising. But what you're doing doesn't feel good and you're angry.
"Fuck!" You scream out loud, frustrated and discouraged.
"What exactly are you trying to do, sweetling? It isn't a race, you know." A male voice comes from across your room. It's deep and guttural, almost growl-like.
Startled, you abruptly pull your hand away and sit up. When you do, you see Loki before you, dressed in a Midgardian suit. A scarf sits about his broad shoulders. His hair is long and midnight black, slicked close to his scalp and tucked behind his ears. His face is beauty personified. His hypnotic green eyes sit below a strong brow and are framed by his magnificent cheekbones. He stares at you carefully, a corner of his thin lips perked in a smile.
You burst out in laughter. All of this is absolutely ridiculous, from trying to get yourself off to whatever the hell this is. Are you really so sexually frustrated that your mind is trying to convince you not only that Loki is real but that he's decided to visit you?
Loki, or you suppose, your brain's rendition of Loki, comes closer. "You find humor in this?"
You hold back another bout of laughter. Are you really going to talk to fake Loki? Clearly, you have nothing better to do seeing as you can't even masturbate like a normal fucking woman. You engage him. "It's all very silly."
He's right in front of you now. He places both hands on either side of you on the bed and leans forward so his face is inches from yours. If you didn't know better, you would swear you can feel his warm breath on your face. Apparently, your mind has impeccable attention to detail.
