A/N: This is an account I've created to help expand my writing when it comes to sex scenes. I'm fairly new at it and want to get better and fanfiction is my way of developing and sharpening my writing skills. With that said expect a lot of sex in this story. And I mean A LOT. Also, I'll be experimenting a bit so be prepared.

This first chapter dives right into a sex scene so you've been forewarned with that as well.

Definitely not safe for work. ;)

Disclaimer: I own nothing that is relate to the marvel universe.

One

"Lay on your stomach," Loki commanded with a quiet urgency. Pressing his hand against the small of my back, he arched my buttocks upward into his groin. He groaned, spreading his fingers across my round rump. "Play with yourself," he ordered, grabbing between his legs to adjust himself.

I did as I was told, biting back the sour taste in my mouth. My fingers trembled up the soft, creamy skin of my thigh. I had never touched myself before, it was entirely forbidden to do so. Loki pressed his warm, thickness against the sensitive center of my legs. A small moan trickled from between my closed lips as I continued to trail my finger upward.

Loki placed his hand on top of mine, molding our fingers together like mold. He guided my uncertain hands to the slip of my soft, wet skin. A tickling sensation reverberated into my abdomen. I began to fall forward but Loki grabbed for my shoulder, pulling me back against his thickening crotch.

He spread my fingers, using my thumb to flick against the little nub. I cried out, sucking on my lip. It felt wrong to enjoy something as I was but I couldn't help it. I craved desperately to have more. The teasing had become enough.

I began to slip my hand toward my buttocks to Loki's groin. He slapped my hand away, roughly pulling at the strands of my hair as he tugged my ear toward his soft lips. They brushed against my lobe, sending chills throughout my panting body.

"Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?" he asked, his voice as venomous as a spiders. I shook my head. "I can't hear you, Milah."

"No, Prince Loki," I squeaked, ashamed at the weakness in my voice.

Loki released my hair, then slammed himself into me without any warning. I cried out. My arms gave out from the sudden surprise, sliding me forward onto the bed. Loki's hands were quick to react as he caught my breast with his hand that wasn't gripping tightly onto my hips.

He slid in and out, pulsating against my walls. I arched my back into him, wanting him to fill me more. He slowly slid his hand from my waist along the roundness of my rump, twisting my nipples with his other hand. I moaned against him, rubbing myself into his palms. Loki's slammed hard into me once more sliding two fingers between my vagina and his throbbing cock.

It instantly was too much. I cried out, closing my eyes as he slid his thumb around the puckered skin of my asshole. He probed at it, testing it's readiness before slipping it inside. Tears stung at my face. It was all too much.

He grunted, thrusting himself into me. His fingers slid in deeper, twisting inside me from both ends. There was no stopping me. I collapsed into the bed, rolling my eyes in ecstasy as I hit my face against the silk sheets.

Loki pulled his fingers away, slipping his dick free to flip me over onto my back. Before I could fully register the move he dove straight in, head first, pumping back and forth. A loud moan poured from within my throat, spilling into the room. His mouth was instantly on mine, thrusting his sharp tongue inside. It tasted of spices and was cool like mint. I frantically sucked, wanting to taste more of him.

It was far too soon, he ripped his mouth away from mine, trailing his lips along my neck and chest. His tongue wrapped around my erect nipple like a snake snatching at its prey. Gently his teeth tugged at the skin, sucking in short, rough pulls.

My back arched into him, begging for more. Then all too soon he pulled out, splashing a warm, thick liquid down the inside of my thigh. I panted, overcome with exhaustion and a faint sting of disappointment. There was an unfamiliar hunger that ate at my abdomen, begging for more.

"We're done for now," he said, standing straight to clean himself. "I will send for you when I require your services once again."

I nodded, quickly gathering my ceremonial robes avoiding his green-eyed smoulder. Slipping the cream and emerald trimmed gown over my body I left Loki's chambers without saying a word. I balled my hands into small fists.

How did I end up in such a situation? I was just a priestess apprentice. Becoming the sex slave to a prince wasn't exactly something I had foreseen. Sighing heavily I walked through the empty palace halls of Asgard, silently padding against the marble floors to my own chambers.

Slowly I eased into a stop, turning my blue-eyed gaze to a large painting that hung on the wall. It depicted a crude array of somber colors stroked against a canvas in the form of the Midgardian fairytale of a woman named Eve plucking an apple from a tree. Wrapped around her naked body was a snake that twisted around her slender arm, staring her directly in the eye.

A slight chill ran up my spine as I tugged myself away from the painting. And to think it was an apple that had gotten me into my situation in the first place.