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For Your King	By : TheFairyWithBoots Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor 2: The Dark World Views: 71 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Loki. Darn. That honor goes to Marvel. The only thing I own is a vivid imagination and undying thirst for him.

Chapter List
- 1-For Your King
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You didn't know why you'd agreed to this. Loki had tied your hands to his bedpost with a green silk scarf; the knot was intricate and tight enough that you couldn't undo it yourself, but not so tight as to cut off your circulation.
He stared down at you in just your underwear, assessing you as if you were a feast laid out for him.
You had become very used to that look, but it never failed to set fire to the pit of your stomach. When you saw it, you knew something was coming.
He showered your neck with kisses, lingering on your pulse point, his breath brushing against your skin. The feel of his lips on your skin drove you mad, his voice like silk to your ears as he promised to treat you very well tonight.
Just the mere sound of Loki's voice was enough to make you wet, let alone his intoxicating, masterful kisses. He seemed to know your body better than you did, and soon you were unable to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
His fingers slipped into the hemline of your knickers to run over your already-soaked folds. His familiar mischievous smile broke across his face, his breath tickling your skin as he chuckled softly.
"Such a good little pet... so wet and ready for your king."
Your hips writhed and squirmed underneath him as he began stroking your clit, putting just the slightest amount of pressure there. Pleasure shot through you like a drug.
His lips ghosted over yours without touching them. You longed to have him kiss you, to inhale his sweet taste and smell that you loved so much. You were starting to regret letting him tie you up, as you longed to pull him closer and wound your hands through his long black hair...
When you brought your face up to attempt to kiss him, he pulled away, a smug expression on his face as he pulled his hand out of your knickers. You whined softly, your hands writhing in your restraints as your clit throbbed, aching to have him inside you.
"Loki..." you moaned as he stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, smirking down at you. "Don't stop... please."
He tilted his head to the side. "I love the sound of your voice when you beg. Do it again."
Frustration coursed through you as you tried to worm your way out of the constraints but to no avail. You started to wonder if he had cast some kind of spell on the scarf to keep it in place.
"Loki, get your ass over to this bed and finish what you started—"
You were cut off by a flash of steel - he had conjured one of his daggers, pressing the cold steel against your throat. A soft gasp escaped you, fear and arousal causing your heart to race.
"That's no way to talk to your king. Perhaps I should teach you some manners."
Loki trailed the steel down to your collarbone, listening as your heartbeat quickened and your breath became heavier. You were completely at his mercy, and he knew how much that aroused you. His green eyes glared down at you, holding the blade against your skin with firm yet careful hands.
"Please..." you whined.
"Please what?" he demanded.
"Please... just fuck me already!" You didn't care how desperate or pathetic you sounded right now. Your walls ached to have him inside you.
He brought the tip of the blade up under your chin to lift your head to meet his eyes. "Perhaps I will... if you apologize."
You huffed indignantly, rolling your eyes. "You are unbelievable."
He took the blade away and replaced it with his hand as he gripped your throat. "Did you just roll your eyes at me, love? At your king?"
He gripped your face, forcing you to look into his eyes, his black hair falling down to frame his face. He leaned forward, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you, only for him to nip at your ear, the gesture asserting the dominance he had over you.
"I'm going to fuck you, princess," he whispered huskily. He brought his dagger back to your throat, causing you to instinctively shrink back into the pillows, though the touch of the cold steel sent a surge of arousal through you rather than fear. "But I'm going to do it so hard, you won't remember your own name by the time I am finished with you."
You closed your eyes, holding back a moan as the feel of steel moving across your skin sent shivers down your spine. He was moving the knife across your breasts now, and you instinctively tensed up at the idea of that thing going anywhere near your nipples. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. You had done this many times before to know that he would never let the blade cut you, but it was clear that your fear aroused him.
The blade went under the strap of your bra, and he swiftly cut through the fabric, causing you to gasp. He did the same thing to the other strap, causing it to fall off of you, and exposing your breasts to him. Loki's eyes glazed over in lust as he drank in the sight of you. He trailed the blade down your torso slowly before coming under your lacy underwear. He could have easily slid the fabric down your legs and off but he was evidently knife-happy, and cut through the thin lace, leaving you naked before him.
"I liked that set-" you began in protest, but he brought the dagger back under your chin, prompting you to quickly shut up.
Your heart raced in your chest as he pressed the blade firmly against your jugular. Now that you were bare to him, there was no way to hide how aroused you were; the way your nipples hardened, and the moisture you could feel building between your thighs.
A smile slowly broke across his handsome face as he took the blade away, undoing the buttons of his trousers and then his shirt. Your heart was racing faster than ever as he easily shrugged out of his garments before crawling back over top of you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight.
You wished more than ever that the stupid scarf that was holding your hands in place above your head would just disappear so that you could hold him close to you and refuse to let him go. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling as he left his mark on you, knowing every nerve to hit to make you moan despite your attempts to suppress them.
His mouth covered yours, kissing you hungrily and possessively, like a beast who had not eaten in days. Your legs were soon brought up around his waist, his hard length resting against your entrance. You gasped, your arms straining against the binds as he pinned you down on the mattress.
"I hope you know that I love you, princess," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Because I am about to fuck you like I don't."
Your breath caught in your throat at such a wanton declaration that almost felt like a threat. And then his hips snapped forward, sheathing himself inside your tight warmth in one swift, fluid motion.
The sudden stretch caused you to cry out; the sharp sting bringing tears to your eyes. Loki's face contorted with pleasure as he took a moment to get used to your tightness before he began to slowly move inside you.
The pain was quickly replaced with the usual intense pleasure that he brought you as he increased the speed of his thrusts, groaning as your walls squeezed around his cock.
A gasp tore from your throat as you buried your face in the inside of your bound arms as he fucked you faster and deeper. "Oh my gods...!"
Loki grunted as his hips snapped roughly towards your cunt. "Moan for me, slut. Let me hear you begging for my cock."
You threw your head back as he brought one hand to grip your throat while the other played with your clit. "F-fuck...! Oh, Loki, I don't know if I can take it..."
The grip on your throat tightened. "You can, and you will." Wet, squelching sounds could be heard throughout the room as he fucked you harder into the mattress, causing the bed frame to bang against the wall.
You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach that let you know you were getting close, and Loki could tell the same as he felt you clench around him. His thrusts became rougher as he loomed over you, his dark hair hanging down like tendrils wrapping around you to pull you deeper into the dark pleasure that you were receiving from letting him use you.
His fingers tightened around your throat. "Look into my eyes, whore," he commanded, his jaw tightening as he thrust harder and deeper, causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust. "I want to see the look in your eyes and know that I am the only one who can make you come."
You gasped, your hips moving with his as if on their own accord despite the brutal pace. You were already oozing around his dick. "D-don't call me that..."
His eyes flashed dangerously as he hauled you up by your throat, putting more strain on your arms which were still bound over your head. "What did you just say to me, whore? You dare defy your king?" He conjured his dagger again, pressing it against your throat without relenting on his thrusts.
Despite the trust you put in him, you felt tears prick at your eyes as the pain in your arms spread to your shoulders. You let out a small cry of pain, not wanting to show him that you were weak.
Loki's expression softened when he saw the tears shining in your eyes. He let your head fall back onto the pillows, taking the pressure off of your shoulders. "Say 'red' if it gets to be too much, okay?" His voice was gentle, like silk to your ears. Relief flooded through you as you nodded into the side of your arm. "Good girl... now." He brought the dagger up to where your hands were bound, and for a moment, you thought he was going to cut you loose so that you could hold him, but it was only to release you from the bed frame; your hands were still bound together.
He pulled out of you suddenly, only to flip you over onto your stomach. A sharp sting came across your ass as he smacked you there, hard, causing you to cry out.
"On your hands and knees," he commanded. You did as he said, holding your bound hands in front of you as if you were praying. You felt something hard and slick poke you from behind, and before you could register what was happening, he thrust into you once more. You both moaned in unison; this position allowed you to feel him deeper. And gods, did he feel divine.
You didn't even try to hold back your lewd, filthy moans as he pumped his cock into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout your bedchambers. He grunted with each thrust, his hand fisting in your hair as he yanked your head back, burying his face into the crook of your neck, scraping his teeth over your tender flesh.
"Just look at how well my whore takes my cock. How she moans for me like a good little slut."
Your words came out in broken whimpers and whines. "I-I'm a good... little s-slut... for you..."
Loki laughed softly, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Yes, you are... you're my slut... no one else's. And my little slut knows what will happen if she lays with anyone besides her king, doesn't she?"
You let out a whine as the heat in your abdomen began building back up as your ass pushed back against him as he slammed into you harder. He gripped your hair tighter, yanking it back, causing pain to shoot through your scalp.
"I said 'doesn't she!?'"
Your pussy clenched hard around his cock as your climax crashed over you like a ruthless avalanche, practically blinding you. Your face contorted with pleasure as you screamed in pure ecstasy. "YES! Yes, oh gods, yessss, I know... I know, my king, I know... and I'd never... there's... only... you..." you sputtered as you rode out your orgasm.
"You're damn right there is," he grunted, not relenting on his thrusts. He was still as hard as ever. It never failed to amaze you the sheer amount of stamina he had.
He continued to fuck you doggy style so hard, the bedsprings creaked underneath his movements. His hands released your hair to take both of your breasts in his hands as he continued with his fast, deep thrusts. He moaned audibly against your neck, grunting as your tight cunt clenched around his cock as you neared yet another climax.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good," you whimpered as he delved deeper into you.
Loki's moans and grunts sounded more beautiful than the sweetest melody to your ears. "Ah... As do you, my little slut. So tight, wet, and always ready for your king..."
You could feel the tightening in your lower abdomen again, letting you know that you were close again. "Loki— gods, I'm coming again...!"
His hips thrust forward, causing your body to jerk forward. "Yes... come on your king's cock... let him know how much you love him."
You screamed as your back arched, coming hard around his dick once more. He pumped himself into you a few more times before groaning loudly in his release; exploding so deep inside you, that you were certain you'd be walking around with him inside you for weeks.
Loki gripped your hips as he continued riding out his orgasm, your pussy continuing to clamp down on him in waves, milking his cock inside you. When he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of you, his heartbeat hard against your naked back, his cock still nestled deep inside you.
You panted heavily, your head resting against your arms, your wrists still bound in front of you. His face was buried in your hair as he lifted himself slightly to press a kiss to the back of your head.
"You were incredible, darling." His voice was gentle, the menace gone from it as he lifted himself off of you, pulling out of you. You felt empty and wanted him back inside. Where he belonged.
He gently untied your wrists, freeing you from the green scarf, which was now tattered from being cut from the bedpost. He took your hands into his, gently kissing over where the fabric had dug into your skin and left a mark.
You were too spent to register that he had gotten up for a moment until you saw him standing over you with a bowl of warm water. He dipped a rag into it before using it to clean you, rubbing it gently over your soaked vagina.
You were still so sensitive from the relentless fucking he had given you, that just the slightest touch down there caused you to tremble. When you looked up at him, he was staring down at you with a devilish grin on his face, his hair hanging sluttishly down in his face rather than slicked back like it usually was. You still longed to run your fingers through it and kiss him; slower and softer than he had when he devoured you.
When he finally finished cleaning you, he laid down beside you, pulling you against him. You felt boneless and oh-so satisfied. You felt content to just lay your head on his chest and sleep there for days.
"I love you," you whispered against his skin.
"I know you do, princess. And I love you too... I know I said I would fuck you like I didn't... but when you wake, I want to make love to you. Slowly... tenderly... I want to penetrate you not only with my cock, but with my soul."
Just him saying that was enough to make you wet all over again, as if he were making love to you with his voice rather than his body. You wanted him to take you again right then and there, but you were so exhausted and spent, that you could hardly lift your head. His lips brushed against your temple.
"Rest, my darling. You have need of it. And I will keep my promise to you come morning..."
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