Chapter Warning: Smut. Very smutty. It's all smut in this chapter. Graphic. Just sayin. This story is rated Mature for a reason, it'll have many many chapters of what follows in this one. If you're not interested then I'd advise to either not read it or skip the chapters with the warnings. Reviews are awesome. Enjoy.
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"It is ill to spy on a guest, my Lord," The smooth voice spoke, unwavering and sultry. There the Goddess of Love sat upon the plush cushion, her long bright hair traveled down her body, over her breasts, and to her waist. The teeth in the comb separated each tangle.
There was no one present as far as the eye could see. Aphrodite remained in her seat, her hands performing the same actions over and over. A face appeared in the reflection, one of strong features with eyes that burned with desire, with hunger. His hair was slicked back, level with his jaw; his eyes glinted like emeralds that just reflected light for the first time. Jealousy gripped the Trickster as he stared at the woman who just sat there aware of his ache. He and Thor had spent time conversing with the goddess and neither of them could tell which one would have her heart. She made them both feel as if she wanted to be taken by them and them alone, one of the brothers. The twinkle in her eyes made both question who it was for. Loki could play all the types of games in the world but when it came to love, Aphrodite was the master of the court.
"It is ill of the guest to play childish games with Gods," He answered back as he walked to the center of the room, his voice was low, almost a growl.
"I'm afraid I know not of what you speak," She spoke, the brush was set down on the table without so much as a noise. Her eyes looked up into the reflection at the man cloaked in leather and gold. Such a fine appearance, alluring eyes though his brother, too, was desirable. The finest in the land, the King's Sons, and she dare not pick. They, too, coveted her in ways they've never done for other women. They lined up and the brothers knocked them down but not before taking what they pleased.
Aphrodite wants not what other females want. She doesn't yearn for a proposal, she doesn't wish to be anyone's. The Goddess of Love wanted to be desired , she wanted to be unattainable to the Thunderer and the Trickster. Nights would be spent in either of their bed, she allowed them to do as they pleased. At times they would have her together, other times she would send one of the brothers off. She found humor in that, the look of anger and rejection would shine brightly from their features. They did just the same to the women they had had in the past, perhaps it was her way for avenging the hurtful feelings their previous bed partners had left the room in. Perhaps not, she could very well just enjoy the game, to relish in her power over the other. Not to say there had not been times in which one of them would refuse her request to leave. Those nights she found were especially fun, the way the two would work together to bind Aphrodite and take from her what they wanted. She was always willing though, no matter her protests which were made further to make them feel as if their way worked against her. She was always willing to participate in any sexual deed she wished, she was crafted for desire be it male or female. And if she so chose to not partake, no one would be able to force the Goddess.
Loki had vanished from the spot he stood for the moment, to reappear behind her. She shut her eyes lazily as his fingers swept the skin of her neck as it moved her long locks to the side. The shade of her hair began to turn dark at the roots and spread down to the tips. Her eyes opened and no longer they lavender but they now were a dark emerald. Her breasts shrunk while her waist filled out a bit more followed by her hips and thighs. Her appearance pleased him, the lingering thought that Thor would not touch her in the state- though that was not for certain. She watched as his hand snaked down from her shoulder to her breasts that was hidden by her toga. The single strap was upon her right shoulder which caused for enough room in the fabric for his hand to tighten against her left breast, her nipple hardened against his cold touch.
Her skin tingled and danced at the erotic touches, Loki bent down at his knees to squat, watching her face as he removed his hand from her breast to move it upon her thigh. The slit in the soft fabric parted ways as Loki's fingers traveled ever so slowly towards the blazing heat between her legs. Tiers parted as an anxious exhale left the Goddess of Love, waiting to feel the tips of his fingers against her swollen clit. Her eyes were drooped in a haze, the beckoned for the Norse God of Lies to touch her. Should he remove his hand? The love games she played with the brothers was one of annoyance for Loki, to retaliate would prove nothing. He knew she cared not for their love in the ways most women did. To be wrapped up and secure in the loving, strong arms of her husband. She was unattainable in ways, she loved love and everything that created that warm feeling. No, he couldn't remove his fingers for fear this may could be the last time he touched her. Loki found her spot and brushed against it slightly. This caused the Goddess to inhale deeply as her eyes drifted shut and her hips slid down to further press against his hand.
The spot between her legs was so warm, so wet, so needful for him to care for it. He watched her chest rise as she breathed in, his fingers had begun their movements. Aphrodite opened her legs more to allow him what he wanted, the palms of her hand rested against her seat as she leaned back so that her opening was placed further out. Her head tilted back as her hair brushed the floor only to let out a moan when a finger pentrated her wet hole. Loki felt himself pressing hard against his pants, the organ wanting to come out and play so desperately. He ripped his hand away from her pussy, a sound of disappointment came from the sensual woman who looked up at him with angry eyes. How dare he decide it was enough for her?
Loki's fingers clutched the dark tendrils of her hair in a fist and brought her head up to look at him only to crash his lips upon hers. Her hands quickly went to the bulge in his pants, she gripped it as he exhaled sharply into her mouth. His pants dropped to the ground through his use of magic, his erection sprung hidden by his crouching position before he yanked his mouth away from her wanting kiss. He needn't direct her as her mouth was quickly upon the head of his dick, her hands wrapped itself against the base of himself. Her warm tongue moved against it in circles before he thrusted himself fully in her throat. He was large, he made others gag when he did this, but Aphrodite, given her title, was more than capable of handling a cock. Loki's own eyes drifted shut as he exhaled through his nose, his fist still clutched her hair as he'd pull it to give her pain. Up and down her head went, her lips sucked unto the swollen flesh of the Trickster. Her mouth was so warm, so wet, so skilled. She would suck harder as his cock would pull itself away from her throat and alternate every so often. She lapped up the saliva that dripped from her mouth and onto his testicles. Her hand remained moving up and down, lubricated alone from the Goddess's mouth. She collected her saliva and spit it out upon his cock, her eyes had moved up to Loki's lust filled face. She felt his hold in her hair yank harder in approval. She smiled, her lips swollen from his thrusts into her throat. The clothing he had left disappeared, his pale chest shown in the light that drifted in through the windows and balcony from Asgard.
His right hand yanked her up by her left bicep as he pushed her toward towards her bed. Her hair remained laying over her right shoulder and down the front of her body until her waist. Her right hand came up to the strap of her dress as she continued to walk, Loki's eyes rested on her ass as she moved forward. Her fingertips pushed the fabric down as it fell off her body and onto the floor, Aphrodite stepped out of it and stopped in front of the bed as Loki's hands came to rest of her hips. His eyes traveled up the length of her backside, her round ass, her long legs. Aphrodite felt the tip of his member touch her buttcheeks, he pressed against her so that they took him in. Aphrodite exhaled as she tilted her head to the right, the sweet flesh of the God's lips on her neck was quite intoxicating, one of her weak points. She pressed her ass into him, her dripping heat wanted to take him within her. She wanted to make him feel good, to use her for his desires. Loki knew what she wanted and he, too, was ready to be within her. He need not to guide himself in with his hand, he knew the way all on his own.
With her body pressed against his, Loki fully plunged himself inside the Goddess, filling her up completely. He growled into her ear as she let out a loud moan at the entrance. The warm velvet held onto him, clenched him in fear he might exit. His fingertips dug into the soft, pale flesh of her hips as he began to thrust hard and violently. He knew what she liked, as did Thor. There competition was often who fucked her the hardest and longest as her orgasms crushed against them, nursing their manhood's with the clenching walls of her pussy. Her scent was intoxicating as well as the moans she released into the air. He had of course sealed the room with his magic, no one would watch or hear the obscenities she shouted as they were for him and him alone. His hand grabbed her hair once more as he shoved her head down in the mattress while his hips continued to pound into her. Her fingers clenched into the bedsheets, she struggled with his hold to move her cheek onto the soft surface though as soon as she managed Loki would yank her hair so that her face was direction in the mattress. She yelled his name, curses, moans into the surface that only provoked Loki into making her exclaims even more.
His hands came to her round ass as he spread her flesh open causing her womanhood to open up for him, her skin pulled against his. He watched as his manhood moved back and forth against her pink flesh, it glistened when he would pull back. Her wetness had already begun to drip down her thighs. She kept her head down on the bed, her eyes hooded with lust as she watched him pound harder and harder inside of her. He watched her pussy become drenching as her orgasm caused her pussy to clench around his dick. She cried his name over and over, begged him to stop because she couldn't take it. He pushed her hands away from his bucking hips to keep her sensitive womanhood from taking him in fully. She had came for Loki a few times since he had entered her but they were what the pair called the beginning. His lips moved to a hungry smile when Aphrodite attempted to keep himself from filling her up after her release. He moved her left leg so that her stomach rested against the mattress, her leg remaining bent so that her pussy was open a bit more than before. He withdrew himself as the tip of his cock moved against her swollen nub to which he earned a moan from the Goddess. Loki brought himself back to her entrance as he pushed in slowly, his gaze watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. He continued in as she buried her face in the mattress to hide her biting her lip from the bit of pain she was experiencing as the Trickster God buried his entire manhood deep into her wetness. She felt as if she were to bust as he stopped so she could feel all of her within him.
"If you want to be fucked like the whore you are," He pressed his hips even further into her, the Love Goddess cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, "I suggest you do not attempt to stop me, understand?" His voice snapped in it's harsh lust, his hand yanked at her hair as she cried out once more in pain, the muscles in her pussy flexed involuntarily.
"Yes!" She exclaimed though he wasn't satisfied. Loki's left hand came to her throat and squeezed tightly, Aphrodite let out a choked sound before he loosened his fingers so that she may speak. "Daddy! Yes, daddy!" She said as Loki shoved her head back down and brought himself back up and begun his relentless pounding of the Goddess's sex.
His hand smacked her round bottom hard, he smirked pleased with how it jiggled after doing so. She let out a pleasured yelp though it wasn't loud enough for the God, oh no. He brought his hand back down upon her four more times with each spank getting harder and harder. Her sounds of pain were pleasurable, it caused him to stand stiff within her and it beckoned his release to come. Loki moved from Aphrodite's lovely pink as he pushed her further on the bed. Her face crashed into the mattress while her ass was in the air and his eyes remained fixed upon her while he climbed onto the bed. He grabbed her arm and flipped her over on her back. Aphrodite knew he wanted her to see him as he filled her pussy with himself. It was a pride issue she had determined as both he and his brother, Thor, would do it. To see who she belonged to at that very moment.
She parted her legs for him as his lips took hers in, their eyes drifted shut while she kissed him most passionately. His fingers brushed over her lit before he plunged inside without much warning. Her eyes shot open to meet Loki's own watching her, his lips had formed a smile against her own. The brothers were both rather large and stretched her each time they went in. Back and forth his hips moved into and against her own, she had arched her back as the tips of her nipples teased his flesh with every move of their body. Sweat had collected upon them both, it mixed with each thrust as her moans filled his ears. Her muscles clenched as her body was rocked in another orgasm.
"Yes," He shuddered against her neck as his lips moved to her ear in a growl, "My whore," He spoke as her nails raked his back in ecstasy. His cock began to pulse as he achieved his own release. He buried himself deep inside of her as he took her lips once more and groaned into her mouth. Their chests heaved as she felt his throbbing cock move inside of her until he finished filling her wet void full of himself. She was smiling, her hands remained on Loki's back and her legs wrapped around his own. He thrusted one last time, he wanted every single drop to remain inside. She pulled his lips to her own this time, her sweet saliva mixed with his own though she kept her eyes open this time while his remained shut.
Loki broke away from Aphrodite's kiss though he looked down upon her. He knew beauty when he gazed upon it. He has always found the image of a woman after sex was when they were at their most attractive. The rosy cheeks, the swollen lips, the glow. Her eyes had begun to change back to their lavender, her hair began to lighten in color. He found her beautiful in her natural image though the one she just had given himself as was for him and him alone. Though she was a Goddess and her craft was love, she'd never be more than a whore. Nothing more than a mistress.
"Stay with me tonight my lord?" She asked as her lips moved in a smile, her eyes gentle and wanting. He stared at her for a moment before he pulled himself out. She even managed to keep him in a state that was ready to please all day and night. He wouldn't allow her to toy with him.
"No. You've done all I require of you for the night, Dite," He said as his clothing appeared on his body, the gold, the emerald, and black leather. She swallowed hard, the feelings of bliss shattered. It would have been the perfect romantic night after their event. To cuddle and hold one another close. No matter, there were others to share her bed if she wished. She wanted to have him inside of her all night though now she'll have to wait for another night.
"Goodnight, my prince," She said as she moved in her bed and pulled the covers over her naked body, allowing Loki to look at her once more before he departed. He bowed his head though his eyes moved from her attractive, delicate face to her round bottom. Such a sight.
"Fair dreams, my lady," He said before he shut the door and made his way to his own bedroom, his cock still hard.