It seemed as if the world was afire, chaos everywhere. Death littered the streets. Death cries danced on the wind. Haylee was running, trying hard not to step on the wounded and dead when a Chitauri grabbed her from behind. She wailed hysterically, trying to flay off her attacker, but she was no match for his bellicose nature. He slammed her petite body to the cement without restraint. Crying out, she rolled over to face the beast as he was bringing down a glowing lance upon her vulnerable chest. But the death-blow never came, Loki seized the monster from behind, gutting him.
Mouth open, enchanted, Haylee captured Loki's eyes for an eternal second before he jerked her to his feet.
"Loki" she whimpered when he wrapped his body around hers, thrusting up, abandoning the war below.
Loki lowered his lips to her head, his arms protectively embracing her. "I am not going to hurt you."
He released her on top of a building, away from the assault, and pushed her into a brick cove. "Remain hidden until this is over."
Haylee obeyed, sinking to her knees, a bubble of gratitude churning in the pit of stomach. She had no idea that the God of Mischief had just killed her father and that he bore even more sinister plans for her.
The cries from the city dwindled as night fell. Haylee was about to peer out when Loki returned.
Haylee sprung to her feet. "What happened?"
Loki grinned with wicked allure. "You know the answer to your question. I can tell from the glint in your eyes that you were hoping that I would not return for doing so means that I won and that your Avengers failed."
Haylee shook her head vehemently. "No, no, that was not what I was thinking." She replied innocently.
Loki glared at her. He wanted to believe her, but he knew better to ever trust anyone again. He jerked her into his body, smiling as she cried out from fear. He slammed his glowing staff into the ground and the two of them transported into another realm.
Haylee buried her head into his chest, the blaring lights hurting her mortal eyes, the brutality of the current ripping at her flesh. Her heart pounded, Loki was taking her from her world and deep inside she knew she would never see it again.
Loki flung her to the ground allowing her time to soak up her new surroundings.
Haylee glanced in all directions; large stone boulders, rocky terrain, and mountains littered with dark caves. "Where are we?"
He crouched so that he faced her. She was so tiny and weak compared to him. "Nildavellir"
"Loki, what are you going to do with me?"
Sneering, he seized her chin, gripping gently and hissed. "Unimaginable things."
"Why?" She whimpered, tears glistening within her sea blue eyes.
She was fragile, delicate, not at like her father. Loki chuckled, caressing her cheek with his thumb. "Do not cry."
Haylee closed her eyes as if mustering courage, trying hard to restrain her tears.
Pleased that she so meekly yielded to his command, Loki smiled. "That is a good little mortal." Her timid submissiveness just might keep her alive.
Loki had led her into a dreary early medieval style castle almost in ruins, locking her in a candlelit bedchamber. A mute woman brought her a regal tray of food and prepared a searing bath.
As the evening dwindled and the music from the great hall diminished, Loki returned to her, intoxicated and aroused.
Haylee was dressed in the only garment the mute servant granted her, a robe, bare underneath. She sat on the middle of the large, majestic bed, her arms around her legs, knees to her chin. She knew from his lascivious gaze what he wanted.
Accepting her fate, she did not rebuke him as he hovered over her small form, unfastening the robe with slow deliberation. Loki cooed as if pleased by the sight of her firm body, feathering his long fingers down her neck, blushing her nipples, trailing the muscular lines of her abdomen, relishing the warmth of her silky flesh.
He dropped to his elbow so that he could stare into her frightened eyes as he fondled her cunt. Her fear stimulating him. Gently, he caressed her intimate meat, manipulating her clit to moisten her threshold. He smiled conceitedly as her breathing increased, her chest rising and falling revealing her inner desire. Erratically his demeanor changed like the wind, plunging his middle finger cruelly into her searing canal.
Haylee bit her lip as he thrust in and out of her, holding his gaze.
Sneering, Loki rammed a second finger inside her, tearing at her tight folds. Instinctively, Haylee clasped her legs together, trying to squirm away from the brutal invasion. Loki seized her throat, his voice an icy warning. "Spread your legs."
Haylee lowered her knees, arching to accept the savagery of his touch.
Loki smiled smugly, relishing her pathetic submission. Tightening his grip on her throat, he forced in a third finger. This time she lamented painfully, her intimate muscles clenching, fighting the assault. "Please, Loki, I can't take it!"
Laughing, Loki withdrew his fingers from her virginal core and licked them. Straddling her, he threatened while freeing himself from his clothes, "You will take it and much, much more before this night is over."
Pinning her wrists above her head, entrapping her with one hand, he placed the engorged head of his cock at her entrance, allowing her time to dread what he was about to render, enjoying the fear sparkling within her pretty eyes.
"Please dont hurt me, Loki." She begged revealing her weak nature.
Loki chuckled sadistically as he reared his hips back and plunged with merciless strength into her core, ripping through her virginal resistance, impaling to his hilt. Haylee wailed out, thrashing her head, her body bucking against him, her inner muscles regurgitating his size.
Grinding his large, hard cock into her cervix, he growled, "Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you!"
Haylee whimpered, mustering the strength to obey. Tears of agony spilled down her flushed cheeks as she opened her eyes.
"Stop crying. You understand that I need to hurt you, that I want to hurt you."
Her voice choking on a sob, she nodded, whimpering like that of a hurt child.
Their eyes locked. Loki almost completely withdrew only to slam back into her over and over again with unnecessary power. With each violent impact, Haylee sobbed out, her tender womb throbbing, burning.
"You are either wet or that is blood saturating your pussy." Loki teased her, knowing full well that she was bleeding. No woman could be stimulated by such vicious passion.
Burying himself to the hilt, he released her wrists, capturing a fistful of hair, forcing her lips close to his mouth. She could feel his warm breath upon her lips as he spoke, smell the alcohol intensifying his lust. "You think that because you showed me kindness that I should take mercy upon your little frail body?"
"Yes!" She yelped, her voice angry, hurt, humiliated.
Loki chuckled perversely. "You are fucking beautiful, you know it? Everything about you inflames my loins. I knew from the moment I saw you that I would fuck the bloody hell out of you. Your sweetness with the food only ensured that I would allow you to live through this."
Loki lifted his body, raised her legs over his shoulders, glaring into her wet eyes as he fucked her hard and deep, knocking the air from her lungs, unrelenting until he gushed into her, filling her, his wrath quenched, his feral fervor soothed for now.
Growling, he dropped to her side allowing his breathing to subside. As the dark delusions drifted from his mind, he noticed the faint crying at his side. Haylee had turned her back to him and curled into a fetal position clutching her mutilated womb.
Loki purred, flipping her over to face him. "Stop crying."
"You hurt me."
Loki kissed her forehead as one would a sick child. "I know."
"Why? Why did you have to be so brutal?" She asked in a delicate, hurt tone piercing his heart.
"Do you regret taking pity on me now?" He asked.
"No." She sobbed out breathlessly.
Loki moaned, his dick hardening from her answer and the child-like softness of her voice. Jacking her legs apart, he thrust into her core easily this time with his searing nectar dripping from her entrance. "I wont hurt you again." He whispered before kissing her deeply, passionately.
Loki had tried to remain true to his promise, but after a second climax, he drifted back into a prurient high causing him to take her primitively, inhumanly, forcing her to suffer immoral violations over and over again. Luckily for Haylee her mind escaped after his third climax, fading in and out until she lost track of how times many the virile god fucked her. The last she remembered, he was pumping himself leisurely, slowly, seductively into her, kissing her cheeks, forehead, and chin lovingly.
NOTE: Hmm...reminding me of "What have you done now" by Within Temptation.
"Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to cause you pain
Wish that I had other choices
than to harm the one I love."
