Loki, the prince of Asgard, stormed through the corridors of the Imperial Palace, towards his chambers. A familiar sight since his youth, the guards and serving staff were accustomed to the God of Mischief's temper, and stayed well out of his way. Thor, they assumed, had probably made some foolish jibe about Loki's most recent failure, as brothers often did.
This time, however, they would have been wrong. Loki's irritation had come not from Thor, but from a mutual 'acquaintance' of theirs. Odin's decision to waive any sort of punishment, probably, Loki thought, as a result of guilt, had not been met with acceptance by everyone in Asgard. While his family accepted him with the same cool wariness that they always had, most of their friends, especially Thor's, were outraged. Naturally their respect for Odin prevented any sort of outward reaction, but Loki was well skilled in the art of reading people. He knew that they were disgusted by his behaviour. And of course, while he would never admit it, even to himself, he cared deeply.
At the feast that night, held in honour of something or other that Thor had done, this acquaintance had set alight to Loki's thinly veiled rage at his situation. Loki knew her utter irreverence, and enjoyment of his embarrassment was typical of her, but still she had enraged him. Not wanting to exacerbate his humiliation, and subsequently his mother the queen's, whom he still cared for very much, he had left the feast.
Turning a corner, he motioned with his hand, and two great doors flew open, allowing him to continue his stride as he entered his bedchamber. The doors slammed satisfyingly behind him, but he did not hear them. Standing smiling in the centre of his room was Amora, the Enchantress.
"I began to wonder if you were coming, son of Odin", she purred, slowly approaching Loki who was frozen in rage at her behaviour, and words.
"You would be wise to leave, sorceress. I do not take kindly to jokes made at my expense." Loki replied, his voice purposely steady and calm. She possessed the rare ability to leave him flustered and bemused, but she didn't need to know that. That was probably her aim in the first place, he thought. Her reputation as a beautiful seductress was well founded, and Loki's older brother had often found himself completely and utterly powerless at her hands. She spoke openly of her enjoyment of reducing the God of Thunder to a quivering, whimpering mess, and it was her turning that lustful attention to Loki which had sparked his anger. "I would" she had said at dinner, loudly enough for even the queen to hear "have kneeled in front of you gladly, dear Loki. Humans are fools; it would not take a staff and a helmet to make me bend for you."
He clenched his jaw at the memory, to control his infuriation.
"Now what is this, the God of Mischief turned so prudish? Where is your sense of fun my prince? Or is it only fun when not directed at you?" She smiled cattily, her voice almost singing in its mockery. Loki glared at her. She was still approaching him, and was barely three feet away, still smiling. Her hips swayed as she moved, and her chest swelled in her corseted top with each breath. Feeling himself falling under her spell, he moved, pushing past her, towards the great window that looked out across all of Asgard. She followed close behind, of course.
"Get out, witch. I know perfectly well what you want, and I am not interested."
"Oh? What might convince you? A beard and a pair of boots?" she laughed as Loki spun around to face her again, and spat out,
"My lack of interest in the skills of an enchantress whore does not mean I am interested in that. Your arrogance is staggering"
"My arrogance? Who are you to turn down my advances? A parentless, spoilt little boy. A failure. You should beg to feel me around you. You are beneath ME."
Loki might have been taken aback by her anger, had he not instead been taken over by a devastating rage. Gesturing with his hand, a deep purple light shot towards Amora, who blocked it immediately, holding the ball of magic energy in her palm. Looking into the purple light, her eyebrows rose in surprise, and she looked up at Loki with a grin on her face. Pushing her hand out towards him, the purple light darted back towards Loki, who was so unused to others being able to wield magic that it hit him effortlessly.
"I am glad to see that not everything is stunted, frost giant" Amora laughed, almost cackled, enjoying the sight before her without shame. The spell had not been one traditionally used in a fight. Loki re-clothed himself, and glared at her. They were at least equally skilled in magic, that much was evident. Loki had other abilities though, which she did not. In a split second, he had pinned her against the wall next to his window, one forearm against her neck, and his other hand restraining both of hers. They both gasped as he used his body to hold the rest of her's still.
"Now what?" she rasped, as Loki's arm constricted her throat. They paused, both breathing heavily from rage and a growing lust.
"Why now? You have known me a long time, why have you only decided to do this now?" Loki asked, pressing himself harder against Amora's curving thighs and soft breasts, upon which a pink blush was beginning to spread.
"Power" she replied. "Before your antics on Midgard, to me you were simply the petulant little brother of the mighty Thor. Now, like him, you are a man." Loki knew immediately that this was all part of her seduction. The implication that she saw him as Thor's equal- it was obvious, she knew that was what he wanted to hear. Nevertheless, his hand had unintentionally found its way to her small waist, and as it travelled down to grasp a curving hip, he decided to surrender to the overwhelming desire to fuck her- but it would be surrender on his terms.
Loki moved his free hand round to her supple behind, and squeezed hard enough to elicit a small gasp from his captive, before growling into her ear, "Is that so? Well whatever your reasons, enchantress, I have ways of taking what you are so eager to give, in ways you do not wish to give it."
A small laugh escaped her lips. Even in her completely powerless state, smashed up against this wall in an unfamiliar room, a maniacal God's erection pressing into her thigh, just inches away from the aching area between her legs, she doubted this. "Try it", she challenged him.
Loki looked into her eyes and loosened his arm's hold on her throat. Holding his intense gaze, she felt her clothes melt away into nothing, and his hot skin press against hers. A moan escaped both of them, and Loki moved his head down as if to kiss her. She arched upwards to meet his lips, but as she did so he faded away as if in a breeze, and suddenly, she felt an arm across her throat from behind her, while a strong hand seized one of her hips with a painful hold. A deep, severe pain exploded within her, a pain tinged with forceful pleasure, a stinging, throbbing agony that caused her to scream out before a guttural sound escaped her. She had been wet before, yes, but Loki's cock was large and she was completely unprepared for him to simply appear inside her. It was as though she was being ripped apart by him, but when he began mercilessly thrusting into her, holding her up with his arm and hand, the feeling of being filled by him became purely pleasurable. She felt every inch of him inside her, forcing his entire length into her with every push, and she was utterly helpless.
Her knees, weak from the start, gave way, and Loki pulled out of her to throw her to the floor. She remained on all fours, and he was behind her, roughly pushing himself into her again. She cried out from the pleasure, still tinged with definite pain, and he ran his fingers up her back, her neck, and into her long blonde hair. Loki grasped it at the base and pulled up, arching her back until her head was almost level with his, facing away. He sat back on his haunches, so that she was straddling him, and pulled her hair so that she moved her head to the side, leaving her neck uncovered. Loki was still thrusting his hips up into her, and she had begun to circle hers around him, the pleasure building deep within her. She whimpered as he lowered his mouth to the delicate skin on her neck, laying a feather-gentle kiss on it before grazing his teeth across it, and then biting, hard. She gasped again, and sensed him smile. He spoke, his voice quiet and heavy with desire, "do we understand each other now, slut? You are enjoying this, are you not? Being utterly powerless against me?"
Amora was unable to reply, because Loki had snaked his free hand around her hips, and was gently but quickly running a finger over her clit. Electric shudders of pleasure flew down her spine and between her legs. All she managed was a sharp inhale as her muscles began to spasm, to tighten around him inside her, and her climax built. Her hips were circling almost violently, and she could feel Loki was close as his thrusts got harder and rougher, his mouth left her neck and his head fell back in ecstasy, and they came, spectacularly, loudly, and together.