Invoking a God

Begging

Loki thrust his fingers into me, hard and fast.  I arched my back in pleasure, savoring the glorious sensation.

“This is not difficult, my dear,” he said, smiling triumphantly.  “You were already wet for me, ready to be taken.”

That’s a surprise, I thought, but I found it impossible to respond verbally.  Pressure mounted from within me, my breaths coming in quick gasps with the burning excitement that spread through my groin, the insatiable need that had never quite been fulfilled. 

But all too soon, the feeling simply faded from my grasp and I was left with only his sliding fingers.  The exquisite feeling was still in my sense memory, but it wasn’t coming from my nerves anymore.  I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep from whimpering. 

“Oh, I see.”  Loki removed his fingers and sucked them clean while he reclined on one elbow beside me.  “This is not the kind of begging I was expecting from you, to be honest.”  His eyes softened to jade, and he regarded me with pity.  “This is why you would rather fantasize about a God than waste your time with common mortals.”

My breathing was getting slower now, but I still panted as I answered him angrily, “Don’t look at me that way, and don’t patronize me.  At least in my fantasies, you can solve this problem.”  I turned my head away from him and crossed my arms over my chest in a half-fetal position.  I could feel the tears in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall or wipe them away. 

He tilted his head and regarded me through narrowed eyes, but did not answer right away.  He dried his fingers on the quilt and ran a fingernail from my navel all the way up over my arms to my chin, then turned my head with his fingers so that my eyes met his.  His green eyes darkened again as he studied me carefully, brushing the loose curls away from my face with his long fingers, then he closed his eyes and kissed me ever so softly, a chaste kiss on my lips followed by another on my forehead.

“I am Loki,” he whispered gently, his voice carrying the barest hint of a growl.  “I can do whatever I damned well please.”