Glorious Chaos

Shut up (SMUT.)

"Loki, I'm gonna...please...please....." pleasure coiled deep inside of me, like a snake ready to strike. My body burned, every nerve buzzing with desperate screams for release. My pulse hammered in my ears, drowning out any sound that might disrupt this pleasure my body has craved for days. I was on the very precipice of my orgasm, so close I could reach out and touch it, and my desperation was wild enough, I didn't care how my begging sounded. He'd left me like this for two days, and I was certain I'd go mad, if he waited a moment longer. "Please Loki...I..oh fuck..I'll do anything. Please!"
His warm tongue swirled around my most sensitive area, as he consumed my soul through my dripped pussy. I had never felt something so purely erotic. His talented tongue flicked at my clit ignoring my please for released. He was a man starved, eating his favorite dish, and nothing I said or did, would stop him. And gods, I didn't want him to stop. Never, ever stop.
"Look at me." Loki demanded with a dominating dulcet to his voice. I wanted to listen, to obey, but it was too much. It was all just too much. I couldn't pry my eyes open if I wanted to. "Be a good girl and look at me, if you want to cum." He said again, his voice switching to a tone that was more soft, alluring to my bliss stricken mind. "You have 3 seconds, little one. If you don't open your eyes, and do as you're told, I will stop."
His threat sent my mind into a frenzy, overcome with emotions I'd never felt, and couldn't control, I began to panic. It took everything in me to lift my head, forcing my eyes to open. When they finally did, the sight before me made it feel as if my heart would stop in my chest right then and there. The good of mischief knelt between my legs, his icy blue orbs piercing into my soul, I squealed in a shock wave of pleasure, as he sunk two very large fingers into my heat, with no warning, stretching me almost painful. The new intrusion did nothing to sooth me, the feeling of his mouth, his hands, his all consuming gaze. I would explode entirely if I didn't find relief soon.
"Do you want to cum, little one?" He asked, amusement dripping from his sultry voice. I nodded frantically, words failing me before I could even attempt to speak, my hips grinding onto his fingers, in a fruitless chase of relief. He chuckled, crooking his fingers inside of me, making my cry out, my head falling back as pleasure stabbed through me. "Ah-ah, eyes up, Darling." Loki scolded, his voice calm, and controlled. I did as I was told immediately this time, snapping my eyes back to his. "Such a good girl. You listen so well for me, don't you." His words praise were spoken with such condescension, and that somehow made it so much more delicious. I felt like I couldn't breathe, feeling light headed. "Good girls deserve a reward, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, please." My voice sounded small, whiny, but I couldn't find it in me to care.
"Who do you belong to, Darling?" Loki taunted, wanting me to say it without fighting him this time around. "Who is your god?"
"No..." I cried softly, biting into my bottom lip. He had tricked me once with this game, I would not play again, only to be denied after I did.
"It's not a game, pretty lamb." Loki cooed. "I'm am as desperate for your release, as you. I assure you mercy will be show."
I looked down at him, distrust swirling in my mind like a swarm of angry hornets. He tilted his head, watching me with a playful expression that dared me to make a choice. His fingers curled into the beautiful spot inside of me once again, and I lost control.
"You Loki, I belong to you." It fell from my lips in a cry for relief.
"I want you to remember that you said that." He smirked, but before I could force out a sassy reply, pleasure tore through me wild enough, that I was sure there'd be nothing left when it was over. My body shook in ecstasy, back arching so hard I thought it would snap in too, as my orgasm ripped against every nerve ending, a bliss swallowed me whole. I could faintly hear Loki speaking sweet praises, as he used his fingers to stroke me through it, making it last as long as possible. Tears dripped down my cheeks, the salty, shimming droplets dripping down my face on my chest. I was certain that in this moment, I could die and be the happiest woman doing so. My ears rang as the most intense orgasm of my left started to ebb away, my body sore, and thoroughly exhausted. I whimpered softly as Loki removed his fingers, leaving me feeling a dreadful sense of emptiness.
"Shh, little lamb." Loki cooed, pulling me into his arms. His strong embrace felt as if it were the only thing keeping me from floating away into space. "You're alright. It's okay. Just breathe."
I buried my face into his chest, the aftershock of such a powerful orgasm taking hold, making me tremble in his arms, soft sobs bubbling out of my chest. He held me close, one hand rubbing my back, the other rubbing the back of my head.
"You did so good, Darling. You're such a good girl for me." He murmured against the crown of my head. His soft praises were like a palm against those raw parts of my mind that didn't understand what was happening. "I'm so proud of you."
"Loki..." I sniffled, as my wits started to return, reality setting in a little too harshly.
"Yes, little lamb?" He leaned back just enough to look down at me, self satisfaction painted on every feature of his stupidly beautiful face.
"I hope you know how to clean, cause you're sanitizing every surface in this kitchen." I informed him, as I realized where we still were.
"Darling, after a show like that, I'll even do the dishes." He chuckled, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and pulling me tighter into his chest. "You rest now."
My eyes started to flutter shut, when a realization hit me. I pushed away a little, at least as far as he let me, as a burst of panic set it. "Oh, no. I have to finish dinner, everyone will be here soon..."
"Stop..." Loki ground his teeth together as I pushed against his chest, my mind filled with everything I still needed to do. "Lorelei, stop!" He snapped, the sharpness of his words causing me to freeze, looking up at him with wide eyes. His expression softened apologetically. "I'm sorry, dove. You are in no shape to be doing anything."
"But I..."
"You are going to your room, and going to rest." He snapped his fingers, making me jump as I looked around, finding the meal I had started already finished, and laid out beautifully on the table. I blinked in shock, as I took in the spotless kitchen, and fresh food. If only I had that ability, that'd make my life insanely easier.
"How did you...."
"Your knack for underestimating my abilities, are both infuriating, and similarly endearing." He rolled his eyes. Before I could respond, my words drown in a squeal of surprise as Loki lifted me, cradling me in his arms bridal style.
"Hey!" I whined.
"Whine all you'd like, little lamb. But I have full confidence in my abilities, and I'm certain there's no way your legs would carry you right now." He informed me smugly. I wasn't going to argue with that, because honestly, he's right. As annoying as it is to admit that. Loki snorted, no doubt hearing that last thought. That was going to get old really fast, I just knew it. The air left my lungs, and I felt as if I was swirling inside of a tornado for a moment, as shimmery gold light surrounded us, and just as quick, the feeling subsided. Looking up in surprise, my mouth dropped open, when I realized we were in my bedroom, and no longer the kitchen.
"Wha...did you just...how..." I blinked up at him in complete shock.
"Teleportation." He assured me, carrying me to the bathroom. A bath was already run, the water steaming, as the smells of vanilla, cashmere, and something sweet wafted through the warm bathroom. The lights were off, dozens of candles filling the room. It was beautiful.
"You did this?" I asked softly, but eyes roaming around the room. There was a swell of something in my chest, something I couldn't name.
"No, it was tiny elves." Loki informed me softly, as he set me on my feet next to the bath.
"Elves?" I asked in surprise. Elves are new. Then again, I live in a building with two literal gods, a giant green man, and a witch, so....
"Darling..." I looked up at Loki, finding his face painted with amusement.
"There are no elves, are there?" I sighed, feeling dumb for how fast I feel for that one.
"No elves." He agreed, as he took my hand, helping me balance as I stepped into the bath. I sunk beneath the water of my luxurious bath. The water was hot enough to sting against my skin, but the way my muscles began to uncoil beneath the scalding liquid was heavenly. A sound that could likely be considered just as pornographic as the ones earlier, slipped past my lips, as I rest my head back against the edge of the tub. I could feel Lokis eyes on me, watching me with a strange curiosity. It didn't feel as uncomfortable having his eyes on me as it used to. Instead it felt almost...safe? My thoughts wandered to what he had said to me in the kitchen earlier. "You could kick, and scream, and demand I go, and it would not make a difference in the world to me."  I heard those words. I agreed to those words. I don't know why I agreed, but I do know that in that moment I did. So, I suppose I should just get used to his presence. It's not as if I have a say in the matter anyway. Though, I couldn't honestly say anymore, whether I actually want him to leave or not. I used to. And sometime in the last few days I didn't anymore. And now...well, I don't know what I want now. Loki seemed confident that he knew, so for now I would let him decide for me.
"That's the best choice you've made in the entirety of me knowing you." Loki chimed in, as he ran a warm wash clothe down my arm.
"You have boundary issues." I thought clearly, letting him listen. I was too tired, and too relaxed to speak. His mind reading may have some perks after all.
"Are they truly boundaries, if you allow me to cross them so easily, little lamb?" He chuckled softly, dipping his fingers into the water, before lifting them over my chest, watching the water drip down the swell of my breasts with a sensual fascination. "Some might even say you want me to cross them."
"Loki." I said softly, looking up at him. I was a bit taken aback to see he had gotten a green lollipop somewhere, giving me a smug look as he rolled it across his tongue, making me shiver, as I remembered exactly how that tongue felt. The soft glow of the candles flickered against his porcelain  complexion, creating shadows in the contours of his face, making his sharp features increasingly prominent. He was so beautiful in candle light.
"Yes, darling?" He asked softly, as he closed his mouth over the lolli and continued to run the washcloth over my arms, and shoulders with a gentle sensuality.

Shut up.