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Godly Games	By : SueKotter Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 6049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"This may be a bit difficult for you, my pet, so soon after our coupling. But, you've rarely let me down. I think you'll still make it a fun game."
I beamed at the praise, ignoring the underlying threat of my lord's next challenge. As he'd wished, I was again kneeling just in front of him, knees spread, hands clasped at the small of my back. I watched as he paced. Careful listening was required when he iterated the rules. If I missed one, if I broke a rule out of lack of attention rather than lack of ability, there would of course be punishment, but his disappointment is what would be hardest for me to bear.
He gestured at the bin of balls, still present from our last game. "We already have the materials here. How convenient. Someone must have planned well."
Loki rarely missed an opportunity to be proud of himself, but the pride was well-earned. Though only a mortal, I was not easily kept. His creativity and wit is what made me stay, what made kneeling before him fill me with pleasure rather than shame.
"Now, stand up and go to the center of the room."
As I turned, another him blinked into existence pointing where to stand. I went as commanded and let the clone guide me into position. Reversing to face what I suspected was the right instance of my lord Loki, the clone whispered in my ear, "Which one of us is real? That's another game, pet, for another day. For now, spread your legs, stand tall, and put your hands behind your head."
This position always made me acutely aware of my naked breasts, as they were lifted slightly by my arms being raised. It also made me feel even more exposed. With my legs spread, the gentlest breeze would send tickling sensation to my core. Most of all, it made me feel silly and thus made me blush, as I was already doing only seconds after. Kneeling was somehow more dignified, though I couldn't reason out how or why.
That was exactly why he loved it. He practically pranced toward me, grinning at my embarrassment, and carrying that bin along with him. "We're going to have a little test of your strength, or perhaps your conviction." He grasped one ball in his hand and held it at eye level. "How many of these do you think would fit in that delicious quim of yours?"
I hesitated. They were under two inches in diameter, maybe an inch and a half. I did some quick math, but, mostly, I wasn't sure what the game was yet. Should I guess high or low? I hedged and said, "Perhaps three?"
He laughed, "Only three?" He pressed close and bent down, pushing his fingers into my wetness abruptly. "Hmm, I think you're underestimating. After all, we both know what was there but moments ago." He let his thumb lazily graze my clit, causing me to tremble in my stance. "Still, I'll let you have your number. Three it is." His hand left me for a moment, and then I felt him again pressing, as promised, three balls deep into me.
He pushed up until they were pressing my g-spot, and I gasped at the wave of pleasure that took me. I was always considerably more sensitive after a recent orgasm, and my lord had brought me there a few times in rapid succession not long before.
"Oh no, my pet. That will only make this harder for you. You need to restrain yourself. You see, you're going to be holding those for me. I have another 17 matching ones here, which means you'll be holding those three for quite awhile."
Well, that brought my attention back to the moment. "How long, my Lord Loki?", I asked with a wry smile.
He circled me as he answered, "For each ball I have, I'm going to ask you a question. If you can't answer, you will receive a punishment instead. The questions and the punishments will get progressively more intense. And all the while, you'll be using those dear muscles to hold three little balls in place."
Seventeen questions--or punishments--could take some time. I doubted my abilities on this front. "My Lord Loki, what if I'm unable to keep them inside me for so long?"
He whispered into my ear, "You'll put them back, and with haste, because for every minute they're not inside you, that's another day you'll go without coming, no matter what I do to you, no matter how much you beg." He resumed his pace around me and raised his voice, "Did I forget to mention that you're not allowed to come during this? That normally goes without saying, but with your little invaders, you might find it difficult to remember."
He was standing in front of me now. Raising a gloved hand, he made a quick gesture, and I nearly lost my footing. He'd made the balls re-arrange themselves inside me, tapping persistently against that delicate spot as they did so. I groaned as I collected myself.
"Yes, of course, hold position, stay alert, all of the normal things. Now, shall we get started?"
"Yes, my Lord Loki." I steadied myself for the interrogation. If I could just answer quickly, perhaps I could get through this. I did wonder what he planned to ask me. He could ask me anything at any time, and I would answer. What did he have in mind now?
He held up a ball in his hand. "We'll start with an easy one, one that is perhaps thematic. What gets wetter and wetter the longer it dries?"
So, it would be riddles. Fortunately, this was an easy one, and my tone betrayed my happiness in knowing the answer immediately. "A towel, my Lord Loki."
"That was just the first one. Don't get cocky. Still, you answered correctly, and so this ball is done." With a flick of his wrist, he blinked it out of existence, or perhaps just out of awareness. I was never quite sure. "Next, what has holes all over but still holds water?"
I was momentarily distracted by his use of the word cocky and by his persistent stride around me. But then, I realized this one was related to the first. "A sponge, my Lord."
"Yes, right again! Another one down. This will be an easy game for you, perhaps. Let's try the third. What goes up when the rain comes down?"
I momentarily pictured his brother in flight, but I knew that wouldn't be the answer. Then it hit me. "An umbrella, my--"
He cut me off with the next, blinking the ball away, before I could finish. "What kind of coat can be put on only when wet?"
Why did everything have to involve wetness? That just reminded me of that part of me, and that made this more difficult. But, I'd heard this one before, so it came to me quickly. "Paint, my Lord."
"Excellent. You've made it to five. Only twelve more to go. A man is walking in heavy rain. He has no umbrella and no hat, but yet not a single hair on his head gets wet. Why?"
This one gave me pause. He has nothing to protect him from the rain and yet his head doesn't get wet. Perhaps this was a trick. Who wouldn't get wet in the rain? Again, one name came to mind almost immediately, but that couldn't be what he wanted. No, it had to be a logical answer. I tried to recall the wording. Something about no hat...his head...there was something there...
Just then, I felt the balls twist again, distracting me. My head shot up, and I glowered at him. "That's cheating!"
Loki laughed, "How so? I don't recall a rule against it. Yes, the judge calls it...legal! Now, quickly my pet, what is your answer? Or shall you get a punishment?"
I struggled to regain my thoughts. I just couldn't put it together. I was sure it had something to do with the wording, but I couldn't remember it at all. And the longer I thought, the longer we would be at this. "I give up, my Lord Loki."
"So, you want a punishment?"
I sighed, "Yes, my Lord."
"Don't you think you should ask?"
I pressed my lips together and said through gritted teeth, "May I have a punishment, my Lord Loki?"
"That was barely a question, really more of a command. I'm not sure you really want it. Try again." At my hesitation, he raised his voice, "Again!"
He was drawing this out, so I resolved to comply. "Please, my gracious Lord Loki, may I have a punishment?", I asked with as much sincerity as I could muster.
"Very well, since you asked so nicely. Here you go." He clipped a tiny biting clamp onto my left nipple. Hearing my sharp inhale at the tormented nub getting used once again, he added, "I was going to put it on the right, to give this one a break, but you were too slow in asking. Oh, and by the way, the answer is because he's bald."
I rolled my eyes. Of course. Not a hair on his head got wet. That was the wording I'd had trouble remembering. I committed to pay more attention going forward, a task becoming increasingly harder.
"We'll stay on this topic for now. Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?"
On the topic, so it was probably similar to the last one, and not just because of the common theme of things being wet. Oh, yes….that...no, better clench up. Feels like one is slipping. Think about baseball. No, not baseball. Not any ball. Something. What was I doing? The riddle. They sank. They're not wet. The wording, what was it? Not a single man...that's it! I exclaimed, "They're not single, my Lord. They're married."
"Correct. What runs forever but never gets tired?"
Your mouth, I thought to myself with a chuckle. But this one, too, I knew. It helped that we were staying on a theme. "A river, my Lord Loki."
"Damn," he said wryly, eliciting a grin from me at the pun. "Related to that, what runs but has no feet and roars but has no mouth?"
At this, the balls within me twitched again, and vibrated slightly. He was really not playing fair. I must be doing better than he expected for him to ratchet it up this soon. This, too, could be answered by a river, but that couldn't be what he wanted. Whether it was correct or not wouldn't matter.
And then, I felt it...one ball began to slip. In panic, I squeezed my legs shut.
"Nice try, my pet. That's against the rules." He tapped the inside of my thighs.
Sure enough, as soon as I spread my legs again, not one but two balls popped out. And, as I bent down to retrieve them, the third followed after, bouncing merrily away as a curse escaped my lips. Glancing up, I saw that my lord had projected a running timer onto the wall. I was already over thirty seconds.
I grabbed at the nearest one and then spun to find the next but was greeted by my lord staring back at me with a triumphant grin. I pushed past only to find it to be an illusion, and there just past were balls two and three, having settled together. I reached down and inserted them one after another, pushing as hard as I could to nestle them securely. It was then that I realized I'd made a mistake, for I'd now have to walk back to my original position with them inside me. Biting my lip, I walked quickly but cautiously and tensed myself as I resumed the stance.
The clock read a minute and a half. That would be a day and a half without an orgasm. Not bad. I could manage that. But I noticed it was still running. Why? My hands! They were still at my sides instead of clasped behind my head. Correcting that, I saw the clock stop just past two minutes.
Silence followed. Then, I recalled that I still owed him an answer, though I could barely remember the question. "I don't know the answer, my Lord Loki. May I have a punishment?"
"Of course. It's a waterfall. I really thought you'd get that one, but I suppose you were distracted." He grinned wickedly. "Speaking of, your punishment."
At first, I didn't know what was happening, but then the balls began to hum furiously. I cried out, but my protest was only rewarded with him forcing his lips on mine and silencing me with his tongue while his hand snaked down to toy with my tender clit. He teased and brushed it, so lightly but so fast. I felt myself readying to come, but I knew I wasn't allowed. What was he doing? He had to know how close I was. As his lips pulled away, instantly, all the sensations stopped. I was left aching, on the edge. And I just barely remembered to concentrate on those damn balls, lest I lose another day of relief.
I hoped I knew the rest of these, because I didn't think I could take something more intense than that.
"I think that was sufficient punishment. For now. Let's move on. What lives in winter, dies in summer, and grows with its root above its tip?"
I was never good with plants. Then again, this wasn't likely to be a plant. Everything had been about water. Was this, too? Winter...water….that would make it, "An icicle, my Lord."
"Indeed. Next: A cloud was my mother, the wind is my father, my son is the cool stream, and my daughter is the fruit of the land. A rainbow is my bed, the earth my final resting place, and I'm the torment of man."
I smiled despite the fact that effort was making sweat bead on my skin. The torment of man reminded me of my lord Loki, but the key to this was in the lineage, as was the key to him. "My lord, while you torment me, the tormentor here is rain."
"Correct." He looked almost disappointed that I was right, but was that also a glimmer of pride in his eyes? "What goes into the water red but comes out black?"
I was dripping sweat, so it was all I could think of, "Hot metal, like iron or steel, my Lord."
"What goes into the water bl--"
This time, I cut him off. "A lobster, my lord Loki. Apologies for interrupting." Anything I could do to move this along would be worth it.
He grimaced but allowed it without reproach. "What has power enough to fell trees and crush roofs and yet must fear the sun?"
I didn't readily know the answer to this one. Still, given that we were on a theme, I took a guess, "Is it snow?"
He nodded, disappearing yet another ball. I glanced at the bin. Only four more to go. My body ached from the tension, and my vision was beginning to blur. I had really gotten lucky on that last one, as I had no clue, but took a guess, since it was one form of water we hadn't touched on.
Loki paused, and I wondered if perhaps he had run low on riddles. That seemed radically unlikely for my God of Mischief, but I couldn't imagine why else he would hesitate.
Then, he pressed his cool hand to my cheek, and it felt like heaven. "Just four more questions, but they're the most difficult ones. And, this one doesn't count but still I will ask, are you sure you can handle this, my pet?"
The concern in his voice gave me a second wind. My back straightened. I felt a quiver deep inside, and I had a rush of confidence. I could do this. I looked him in the eyes and answered, "Yes, my Lord Loki, if it pleases you."
"Very well." He hesitated again, eyes downcast as he asked, "Why are you playing this game?"
"My lord?"
"You heard me. Why are you playing?"
"Because it pleases you, my Lord." He opened his mouth, but I continued, "And because it pleases me."
He closed his mouth again and began to pace. After a moment that felt distressingly long, he continued, "Why does it please you?"
This game had shifted. This was no longer about riddles. But still, I wasn't sure what answer he wanted. "I enjoy the challenge of it, my Lord. Even when it's difficult. Especially when it's difficult."
He faced away as he asked the next, "Why are you here?"
"Because I want to be, my Lord Loki."
He turned, and his face had become rage. "No! Wrong. Do not lie to me! You are here because I have made it so. I brought you here. I could send you back. Your presence here is at my pleasure, not yours. You are a captive!"
The anger in his voice took away my last bit of resolve. The balls dropped, and I faltered, dropping my hands to my sides, unsure whether to continue and light headed from the expended effort. I saw the clock begin to run, and I made my decision to hold firm. "No, my Lord Loki."
He glowed with anger. "No? You tell ME no? A piteous quim dares to defy me?"
"That's right, my Lord." Having abandoned all hope of the game, I advanced on him, "Do what you will, but my answer is correct. I am here because I want to be, because I choose to kneel, because I enjoy our games, and yes, because I enjoy you." I plucked the clip off my nipple and tossed it to the ground, "I'm here because….because…"
Taken aback, he asked, "Because what?"
"Because you're worthy of it, my Lord." He looked surprised for just a moment before it gave way to a warm smile. With a smirk, I added, "And, you're also out of questions."
Grinning back at me, he said, "You're not in position."
No...he couldn't have. He wouldn't have. I turned and looked.
The clock was still running.
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