I knelt down by the edge of the bed and licked his erection from base to tip, like a popsicle.
Loki growled audibly, then sat up, grasped me by the shoulders, and pushed me away from him. I looked up at his face in surprise.
“You are driving me mad,” he growled while forcing himself to take a deep breath. “You truly do not know what you are doing to me, do you?”
“And you do not know what I intend to do to you, do you?” I tried to project to him the general idea I was going for.
“By the time you have finished with that, I will have lost control.”
“I can make sure you don’t.”
“Now you are talking about absolute torture.”
I frowned up at him. I was sure this would be pleasurable for him, but how could I convince him of it?
“You do not understand,” he stated, cocking his head at me and glaring at me through narrowed eyes. “But you will.”
He pulled me up by the shoulders as he kissed me hard, his mouth pulling at my lips and tongue hungrily. Again, I was surprised by how quickly my body reacted to him. I wound my arms around his shoulders and responded in kind, consumed by the emotions he was projecting to me. I closed my eyes and let the sensation fill me, flooding through my mind as I became more excited.
He ended the kiss and pushed me onto the bed, then reached down and touched me there. My eyes jerked open. Holy shit. I didn’t have a there to touch. I looked down. I was on my back, on the bed, in Loki’s body. I gaped soundlessly as he knelt down, wearing my skin, and kissed the tip of my erection.
Any questions I might have had about my circumstances were immediately overridden by the frankly bizarre sensations I was getting from my senses. And then he put his mouth on it and sucked on the tip. But that was my body, and I could faintly feel the tip of his erection in my mouth, even though I wasn’t the one who did it. I could also feel the nerves inside the tip responding, a hot tingling spreading down the shaft and making the whole thing pulse with every beat of my heart.
Ohhhhh… I tried to find an epithet strong enough to fit the situation, but failed.
Loki chuckled inside my head while running his hands up the inside of my legs and around the backs of my thighs, and then pulled the full length inside his mouth. And then he moved. Up and down, in and out.
My whole body responded. All the muscles in my abdomen and groin contracted, and it was all I could do not to buck my hips forward. My stomach felt like I hadn’t eaten in a week, and I had a gaping hole in the middle of my chest. Oh, and my erection was throbbing and burning like fire, but that wasn’t the worst part. I was suddenly ravenously hungry, filled with an inexplicable desire to act, to consume, to attack and conquer. I clenched my fists and realized I was clenching my teeth as well, to keep myself from moving. I wanted him now.
You begin to understand, my dear.
I had to take a deep breath just to gather my thoughts enough to respond intelligently.
Is it like THIS all the damn time for you? Lucky bastard.
Loki raised up all the way and laughed aloud. It was my voice laughing, a laugh that said that I still didn’t understand but that I never could.
“Stop that,” I commanded in his voice. The burning sensation in my groin was beginning to fade, and I really didn’t want it to. I wanted more.
He just laughed harder.
Fine. Have it your way, I threatened, then the world blinked and everything changed. Suddenly Loki was on his back on the bed, and I was between his legs. My leather pants were gone, and I pulled his legs up so that I could take him. He stopped laughing with a gasp and looked up at me with surprise and shock in my brown eyes. Somehow, it didn’t seem to matter that I was still in his body and he was in mine. Nothing mattered except the warmth inside him, the soft, wet pressure all around my erection as I plunged into him over and over again. I could feel it from my body as well, the thrusting and the weight in between my legs, the overfull sensation inside that sent waves of warmth up my spine.
He gasped and arched his back in pleasure, then curled up and wrapped his legs around me, pulling me deeper in with every thrust. My whole body was geared toward this one act: my heart, my lungs, my abdomen, my legs; everything was propelling me deeper toward my goal. I felt the tingling start, the electrical shock in his body that was the harbinger of orgasm. It was echoed in me by a sudden compulsion to release control of the instinctual drive, to bury myself completely within him. I bucked my hips forward violently. I knew nothing of the world except the place where we were joined.
Suddenly, Loki opened his mouth in a silent scream and I felt a wave of warmth as the muscles inside him contracted. In that instant, I could feel the pleasurable convulsions from both sides, which pushed me over the edge into oblivion as I exploded.
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Invoking a God
Fiksi PenggemarErotic literature featuring the God of Mischief and Lies
