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Godly Games	By : SueKotter Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 6049 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Avengers, Marvel Comics, or the character of Loki as described in the Thor universe. I do not make any money from writing or posting this story.

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I was relaxing in the tub, letting the hot water soothe my tired muscles. I was sore in several places from yesterday's marathon session, and the salts I'd added were both heavenly to smell and designed to ease my aches. Closing my eyes, I slipped my head under the water and rested there briefly, enjoying the sensation. I snaked one foot out to steady myself on the tub's edge while I floated. Feeling the cool air on my hot skin was delicious.
Running out of breath, I pushed myself up along the edge of the tub, breaching the surface with eyes still closed while the water dripped off of me. I lazily continued my ascent until my head rested on the tub's edge. I peeked around, and I seemed to be alone. With a mischievous grin, I put the other leg on the opposite edge of the tub, spreading myself wide and allowing the soothing warmth work its way into my opening. I was mostly floating now, just barely balanced by my neck and the balls of my feet on the tub's rim. I sighed and closed my eyes again as I toyed with my right nipple with one hand and cautiously slipped the other down past my stomach--
"Enjoying yourself, my pet?"
"Aack!" Startled, I slipped from my perch and fell into the water briefly, coming back up spluttering. This, of course, produced nothing but laughter from my dear trickster.
"I'll take that as a yes," Loki chuckled while tossing a small towel at my face. As I collected myself and wiped the water from my eyes, he moved where I could see him. Unlike me, he was dressed, albeit casually in a loose green cloak and pants. "What were you getting up to there?"
I blushed and stammered, "Nothing, my Lord Loki. Just...letting the water soothe my muscles."
"Ah, yes. I imagine those muscles would be tired," he smirked. "But it seemed like you might have been about to give yourself a massage. I could help you with that, you know."
I cut him off quickly, dropping the towel nearby, "No, that's quite alright. Thank you, though."
"You would deny me?", he asked in mock anger.
At this, I blushed harder. "Of course not, my Lord Loki. It's just that given the circumstances…" I'd managed to earn myself three days without an orgasm in our last game. This was day one of what was likely to be the longest three days of my life. I did not expect that he would make this easy for me, but, in fairness, I'd be disappointed if he did.
"Your circumstances," he said, putting emphasis on the second syllable, "are not my concern." At this, he plunged his hand into the water and subsequently into me.
I cried out in a combination of frustration and pleasure as he entered and bit my lip as his thumb found my clit and teased it gently, coaxing the nub to hardness. I pleaded with my eyes locked on his, but the success of his endeavor only spurred him on. He began thrusting his clenched fingers faster. Steeling myself, I shifted my countenance from pleasure to defiance, even as I felt the heat building inside me. This was a battle.
Without ceasing his ministrations, he nodded appreciatively, allowing a brief grin to peek through an otherwise hardened visage. Were I not an over-competitive git, I'd be a far less enjoyable opponent. Oh, but he was winning. I felt myself losing control, almost involuntarily spreading my legs wider and pushing my hips into his thrusts. I needed to defuse the situation somehow. He had focused his concentration on the task at hand. Thinking quickly, I cupped a hand under the water and sent a wave of water splashing into his face.
Now, it was his turn to splutter. He removed his hand from me to grab at the towel I'd dropped by the tub. I couldn't help but giggle at his shock as well as how silly he looked with water dripping off of him.
"Well played, my pet."
I put my hand to my chest and did a mock bow, still giggling gently. "Thank you, my Lord Loki."
I started to get up, but he leaned over, bracing himself on the tub and blocking my ascent. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the coolness of his breath. "No, stay. We're not done here yet." I sat back down in the water, and he doffed his cloak, tossing it toward the hooks on the wall.
He pressed his lips to mine, and then parted my lips with his tongue to find mine ready and waiting, an eager partner for this dance. I locked my arm around him, holding his head in place, daring him to break free. I pulled him along with me as I leaned back against the tub, reclining again. Then, I released him as the kiss drew to a close.
Regarding me with a challenge in his eyes, he asked, "How long do you think I can hold my breath?"
Confused by the seemingly out of place question, I cocked my head to the side. "I don't know?"
"Let's find out," he said, grinning wickedly.
I'd had the tub filled nearly to the brim, so, despite the earlier splashing, there was still enough water to cover the bottom of my tits. As he put his face in the water, it rose slightly more, just covering his nose as his lips wrapped around my nipple. He sucked and nibbled on it, gently at first but escalating quickly until I was clutching at him. He pulled back and caught his breath again.
Taking in my flushed skin with languid glance, he said, "I think I like this game. Let's raise the stakes a bit." He climbed up on top of the tub, facing down and away from me. He balanced on the edge, with his long legs perched along the tub's edge and his arms holding him above the water, almost as if he was about to do some kind of ultra challenging push-up. He still had his pants on, else I would have had a delightful view.
Then, he dove his head into the water, lowering himself with his arms to do so. This caused a mighty splash, wetting his pants, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, he quickly found my clit with his tongue and sucked and nibbled at it. The buoyancy of the water combined with his attention worked quickly to put me into a pleasure-filled haze. As before, I felt myself opening to him and pressing my hips up at him wantonly.
He withdrew abruptly, gasping for air and dripping wet. Looking down and under at me, he smirked as he noted, "It seems you're enjoying this. Sadly, if you need me to stop, I won't be able to hear you. Guess you'll just have to endure."
With that, he dove back under again, sending another splash over the tub's edge. This time, he attacked more quickly, lapping at my clit and then down to my cunt and back again so quickly that it seemed to cause a tiny maelstrom in the water. Needing something, anything, to distract me from the sensation, I ran my hand along his pants until I found his semi-erect cock hanging in the loose fabric. Stroking it with one hand, my other hand found and cupped his balls, tugging gently at them in time with my strokes.
In short order, he emerged again. I let go of him at the same time with a wicked grin of my own. Two could play at this game. He shot me a look of half appreciation and half frustration as he caught his breath, and I raised my eyebrows innocently in return as if to say, "Nope, nothing going on here. You must have been imagining that handjob, my Lord."
He inhaled, held his breath, and dipped under again. I moaned softly as he made contact with my increasingly aroused pussy and pushed his tongue again into my folds. Shaking my head, I got my wits about me again and went back to my part. To get a better angle, I scooted forward, which had the inadvertent effect of spreading my legs wider. As he took advantage of the increased access, so did I, tugging his pants down so I could make direct contact. It was effective, as he quickly grew hard in my hands and icy droplets of pre-cum leaked from his tip, hissing softly as they hit the hot water. While my hands did their work, I took his balls into my mouth, sucking them each individually against my soft tongue.
That got him out of the water, though he seemed barely out of breath. He growled as I, too, retreated. I simpered. Seeing his frustration was almost cancelling out my own.
Down he went again, this time focusing solely on my clit. He licked in lazy circles, teasingly, and I matched that with my hands, slowing my strokes. I gripped his length tightly while continuing to stroke his balls gently. Rubbing my thumb along the split in his cockhead, I saw his legs tense. As if in retribution, he sucked hard directly on my clit, and I lost my concentration entirely, splashing my hands into the water and thrashing my legs, shoving my cunt into his face harder. But no, I would not lose. Re-centering, I took advantage of the moisture to lubricate my hands and engage in a faster rhythm.
As he came up for air, this time, I didn't stop my actions. Still, he pulled away, dropping down from his precarious perch on the tub's edge and repositioning so that he was facing me again, kneeling in the now barely filled tub. I pushed myself up and leaned down to wrap my lips around his tender cock, eliciting a moan as he wrapped his fingers in my hair, holding it back without taking advantage to force the rhythm he clearly desired. He was too big for me to get him fully into my mouth, but my hands took over where my lips couldn't reach, dancing between shaft and balls. I sucked hard and long, delighting in the reward of his pre-cum. His taste was so unique. First, it always came out cold. Second, it was vaguely minty while still being salty, closer to mouthwash than the taste of cum as I knew it. I grabbed his ass with one hand to steady myself as I began bobbing my head up and down in earnest. His moans were electrifying, and I almost felt I might have my own orgasm just from listening to him.
In short order, my lord finished with a throaty, beastly vocalization. After swallowing, I continued to lick and suck gently on the head and tip, easing him down from the peak, until I felt his hand move to my shoulder in a gesture that he wanted my attentions elsewhere. As I rose up to find him, he met me with his lips and pushed me down on my back as he attacked my mouth with his. I could taste myself on him, and I was certain he could taste himself on me. As he pushed my arms back and against the tub, I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, each locking the other into place as we continued our battle on a smaller scale.
He pulled his head back slightly, just out of the reach of my lips. In response to my plaintive look, he said, "I only intended to fetch you for another task. Instead, I ended up here." He furrowed his brow. "You are quite distracting."
"Yes, my Lord, it's a wonder you get anything done."
He laughed, "I suppose so." He worked his way out of the tub, and moments later, he was dressed fully again as well as perfectly dry. I wasn't sure if he did that trick by actually drying the clothes he had or simply teleporting them away and bringing in new ones. Or, perhaps the clothes were never there at all? That was a delicious thought.
As I sat up and looked around, I noted the standing water around the tub and yet barely any to drain from it. "You've succeeded in getting the room wet, at least, my Lord."
Arching his eyebrow, he quipped, "Is that all? I'll have to try harder next time." He walked to the doorway, where a green bathrobe hung from a hook. "But, back to my original goal, I have some duties to attend, and I think we can make it into a bit of a game. Interested?"
"Always, my Lord Loki," I said with a grin. "Just let me get dry.
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