Chapter One: The First Subjugation

Lucy could not remember most of the travel to the world known as Asgard. She was not allowed to open her eyes upon arrival, for Loki warned to rob her of her sight if she had.

He was holding her tight to his chest, clenching her around him with a strength that could only belong to the God he claimed to be.

There were no voices around them, there was no sense of any one else at all. Lucy was completely alone with Loki, and she knew that meant hell for her.

When they made a complete stop, followed by the closing of heavy doors, Loki threw Lucy away from him, onto plush, silk. She noticed this silk as bed sheets, cold, soft. Though, she kept her eyes closed as instructed until he gave his word. She hoped it be soon.

"These are, now and forever, your bedchambers, pet." came Loki's sultry voice.

He was hovering over Lucy. His fingertips brushed along her skin gently, so gently, in fact, that Lucy almost peered through her lids to look up at him. Loki noticed this, and hissed at her, his growl making Lucy quiver in fear. Was he going to hurt her? Was he going to make her suffer in the most horrible ways imaginable?

Why would he give her a room to herself if he was planning on torturing her.

"You do not open those eyes until I am not in this room. You are to cleanse yourself in the bath I've had drawn." Loki's fingers left her cheek, "I will return after supper. I expect you to be in your bed, waiting for me."

She wanted to speak.

"You'll find everything you need in the privy."

It didn't take long until Lucy heard the heavy doors open and re-close. She opened her eyes then, only to gasp and dig her nails into the silky green beneath her.

Everything was almost completely golden. The walls were intricate, more beautiful than anything art form she had ever seen in her entire life. Lucy stood up, eyes scanning the rather large chambers assigned to her by Loki.

He was very generous, for someone Lucy thought was going to kill her in the long run.

It was, perhaps, bigger than her house, this room.

Marbled floors, white, streaked with even more gold. Those heavy doors she'd heard only twice, were taller than three of the tallest men stacked atop one another. She was in complete culture shock.

Were there any means of technology out here?

Asgard...

Lucy rubbed her eyes and looked to her left to see the entry way to the bathroom.

The water was clean. It was cleaner than that.

Lucy ran her fingers through it, revelling at the warmth, and the smell. Were there no soaps? She did not see any bubbles in that water, but it smelled just like a garden.

Sorecery, Lucy supposed.

She stood in the bathroom, naked, her short, bouncing curls were suffering the humidity from the water. Lucy sighed heavily, stepping into the bath, and shuddering at the heat. Loki could be felt all over the tub. His prescense, his aura.

Lucy whimpered in her solitude. It was finally hitting her.

She was nowhere near her home. She was worlds away from it, in fact. She would never see her family again. She would never marry her boyfriend, like she wanted. Lucy was now Loki's pet, so he called her. Lucy was suddenly very homesick, and she began to weep into her arms.

Lucy was lingering between awake and falling asleep when the heavy doors opened, banging loudly against the walls before shutting. Her eyes opened wide, blurry, but she could make out the figure of Loki, walking towards her.

He looked neither amused, nor dissatisfied to find her where he had told her to be. Loki stopped at the edge of the bed, and licked his bottom lip deliciously.

"Have you bathed?"

Lucy parted her lips, "Y-"

"You do not speak. You may nod your head. I will give you my permission when I want to hear your voice." Loki interrupted.

She nodded.

"And have you prepared yourself, harlot?"

Lucy was puzzled. Prepared? Prepared herself for what? Her eyes showed Loki the obvious confusion, which made him only laugh. His laughter made her skin chill.

He was, at an instant, pinning Lucy to the bed by her wrists, holding them above her head.

No... no. Lucy said again and again in her head. He was going to bed her... He was unbuckling something from his attire, and was readying himself to bed her.

"St-stop it!" Lucy screamed, struggling beneath the God of Mischief. Her head whipped from left to right, while her legs kicked and her knees knocked into Loki's lower abdomen.

Loki groaned in anger, and used both his hands, now on her shoulders, to force her into the plush of the mattress. He growled at her, and gave her a look of warning. Lucy did not want this. She did not want him to be her first.

She did not want him to touch her.

"Do not fight me, for you have no chance in winning!" He shouted at her, "Scream all you want, until you cannot scream any more. No one will hear you in this room! Your protests are useless, you are mine, harlot!"

"Please, please, please!" It was a beg of mercy. It was the first time she had ever had to beg anyone for anything. But she did not want this. More than anything, Lucy wanted to be killed than taken against her will.

"Shut up!" Loki bellowed. He hoisted Lucy from the bed, and walked with such quick pace towards one of the walls.

Lucy was frightened at what he was doing. She could not reach the floor with her toes, and there was no possible way of freeing herself from his grip. She did not peep another noise until Loki forced her against the cold wall, and moaned. He then leaned in, letting his searing hot tongue taste her nape. An intricate pattern across her neck, and then across to her collar bone, exposed by the gown she was wearing.

Lucy moaned too, much to her own surprise.

Loki chuckled as he tasted Lucy, one hand keeping hers from moving, from pushing him away. This was delicious, this was wicked. Loki loved it already.

Why'd he not already captured a mortal a long while ago?

"You are enjoying this." He said to her.

Lucy winced, as his teeth grazed her collar. There was no part of her that was really enjoying what he was going to make her do, what he was making her body do. How her skin reacted to his tongue against it. Rough, warm, amazing. Lucy shook her head frantically in protest to her own body, that was beginning to like this attention a little.

Lucy would try to force it out. She was frightened. Wasn't she?

"This is nothing compared to what I am about to do to you, my sweet."

Lucy was back on the bed, bound by some sort of material to the head board. Her legs were spread wide. Wide enough so that Loki could stare at her, like he had been for the past several minutes. Minutes that felt like centuries.

Was it weird to wonder why he was staring? Was there something wrong with her?

Loki stroked his own chin, only clad in the bottom half of his attire. He was amazed at just how small this mortal was. She was quivering, she was fragrant of her own arousal, that she had tried so hard to fight. It was inevitable. Her beauty was making him hungry. Her scent made him hungrier.

The flower his eyes had been drawn to, was becoming moist. It was glittering in the light, beckoning for him to sheath himself deep. At least, that's what Loki was planning on doing.

Before Lucy could conjure up another thought, she watched as Loki grabbed her thighs, and sank to the floor on his knees. What was he doing? What was he-

She cried out when Loki's tongue lapped at her lips, a suffering pressure that was almost featherlike. Enough to make her squirm.

Loki tightened his fingers around Lucy's thighs and enhaled the full scent of her. She was washed, she was pure, and he wanted to ruin her. He wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there. Loki wanted to feel her close around him, clenching his throbbing member until she orgasmed, many times. It was tempting to just climb atop her and get it over with, but Loki wanted to bring her to the brink first.

Only to torture her with so much pleasure.

Lucy whimpered when Loki's tongue ventured more to the center, tracing from her opening, up to the small, hardened nub. Swollen with neglect, Loki twirled the tip of his tongue around it several times. He loved to hear Lucy moaning, a pitiful whining mess on the bed. His fingers teased the start of her opening, and Loki put only an inch of his long finger inside of her.

She was so small, so tight.

Loki moaned and began to suck on the nub he was giving so much attention to.

Lucy's hips bucked, and she moaned. Her eyes were overflowing with tears, and her heart was screaming for her to fight. This new pleasure was maddening. Her body was going against her mind.

Loki could not get enough of the sounds Lucy was making because of him.

Lowering his head slightly more, Loki delved his tongue into Lucy's tight little opening. Surely, when he would penetrate her, she would scream. It would tear her, she would bleed, but he would still love it. She tasted as good as she smelled, maybe even better. His hands were massaging Lucy's thighs as he thrust his tongue in and out of her.

Just when Lucy felt herself really losing her self respect in a haze of overwhelming heat, she felt Loki's tongue leave her.

Then become replaced by two of his slender fingers.

He curled them, pressing his other hand down on her lower abdoment to increase the pressure. Lucy was crying now, wholeheartedly crying... weeping.

There was no way to stop him.

"You have no idea what that does to me..." Loki said in a low voice, "Seeing you cry like that."

Lucy sniffled, looking down, between her legs at Loki. He was smiling.

She shivered, still feeling his fingers as they pushed further into her flower. Lucy dropped her head on the pillow, mouth trembling. Now, as he pumped those fingers into her in a slow, very slow rhythm, Lucy was unable to control the moaning coming from deep in her throat. She turned shades of red as she bucked her hips up to Loki, twitching and wanting for more.

He obliged generously, moving his fingers faster inside of her.

If Loki kept this up, she would be finished already, she would be drained.

"That's it, pet... I know you cannot deny how amazing this feels." He said to her, "I will be the only one able to cause you such pleasure. No other man can touch you so long as you belong to me."

Lucy moaned at this. She was overtaken by her own pleasure, and was so close to her end, that she was unable to hear anything around her.

Loki looked up at Lucy. It was time.

Atop her, straddling her waist with his legs, Loki pressed his entire weight down on Lucy, uncaring as to whether or not she would be able to handle it.

She was a mortal, and he was a God.

He would have to make sure he did not break her.

Looking into her chocolate brown eyes, Loki reached down, pushed her left leg a little further, enough to where he could position himself at her opening. The heat eminating from her was paraphernalia. He would not go easy on her.

"You belong to me." He said.

Lucy felt a tear roll down her temple, as he slowly pushed the head of his member into her.

He was so big, and Lucy wanted to scream the moment he entered her. It were as if someone was cutting her.

However, despite her pitiful whinges, Loki could not stop from moaning.

Gods, was she tight... He sat there, for but a moment, just to really take it in. Mortals were so small, they were so weak... He'd never experienced so much pleasure, just with penetrating a woman, with the likes of an Asgardian female.

He would not regret this decision to keep the mortal girl as his pet any time soon, if she was going to feel this goddamn good.

"Mine... all mine." And he slammed his cock deep into Lucy's trembling core.

Smut. Loki smut. Hopefully I did not bore you or anything (and hopefully i get some reviews!) I did not put as much detail in the first chapter that I probably could have. I will next time.

And hopefully Loki is not too awfully Out Of Character.