Softly he sucked at the area where he hat ruptured skin, licking it. I could feel his cold breath against me, arouse me. I shivered as his cool fingers touched my skin. Not even knowing how he had managed to pull my shirt out of my jeans without me noticing that. His cool and slippery tongue danced across my neck tracing my jawline, making me push my head against the closet. Loki made me flinch as I felt his teeth against my throat, eventually pulling my shirt and my blouse over my head with one movement, leaving me just with my bra. Again my breath trembled and I tried to fight my arousal with my guilt.
Loki grasped my chin, making me look straight at him, though I only could see the dim light of the clock reflecting in his hypnotizing eyes. "You will do as I please", his voice sounded in the room an my body was the crystal resonating him. I wasn't able to speak. I was paralyzed, yearning for his scarred, sandpaper lips you brush against mine. I wanted to taste his tongue with mine and despised myself for this wishes. My breath raced against my heartbeat and my panties were moisturized. I prayed for this to be a dream, no, a nightmare but still I wanted it to go on. How I wanted to say something, be strong, be well-fortified: I couldn't. I even couldn't beg him to kiss me.
Suddenly he grasped my neck, tore me away from the closet and threw me against the kitchen table. I gasped for air and fought against the pain in my stomach, where I had hit the wood. Even before I was able to react, I could feel him behind me, tearing down my jeans. However he had managed to unbutton it, he always seemed to outmatch me. I clawed my fingernails into the table and - as if I had sensed it - I could feel his finger inside me, just for a brief moment. As I gasped, he already had pulled it out again. I panted. "You're so wet already", he vituperated me, but I also heard approval in his voice, heard him grin. Though I expected it, it didn't happen. Instead I could hear his raw, hoarse voice demanding: "Remove this." As if the rest of my clothing would disgust him. I obeyed hastily. First slipping out of my bra and than struggling out my shoes and jeans, without wasting a thought to resist him.
It was hilarious to expect any word of approval. I shivered due to the cool air and his hand, which he placed on one of my cheeks. It was even cooler than the air. When he entered me it felt like a piercing spear and a hot wave of lust alike. My moan seemed not to be mine. I've never heard me make a sound like that and never had a man entered me that deeply. My breasts were pushed hardly against the wood beneath me, as were my upper thighs against the edge of table. It must have hurt but I didn't feel it. All I yearned for was him to fuck me. I bit my lip holding me back from saying anything, but I couldn't conceal my moan, as he penetrated me again. He was so big in length and girth that it tore me up. Still I creamed like never before. The heat of lust burned me, when he went on thrusting, clawing his hands into my cheeks, which should have hurt me, but instead made me moan even more.
Suddenly one of his hands tangled themselves into my hair, pulling my head up, painfully, while Loki pushed himself even deeper into my tightness. But there was no pain, only pleasure and I didn't restrain myself this time, groaning. I felt like a whore, being ashamed and somehow proud of it in the same time. "Yes!" Loki triumphed. "Moan for me, my little slut. Moan!" and I obeyed gladly as he kept on fucking me. "You are so tight", I could hear him whisper into the darkness and it aroused me, was like a compliment. As the tension inside me rose I felt tears swell up into my eyes. I could feel myself tighten around his amazing cock ans I moaned even louder. All I wanted was for him to come when I did. "Please", I heard myself moan.
"Oh no"; he refused, pulling his member out of me and me by my hair from the table. "You don't deserve it", his voice was like a thrilling whip. "On your knees, bitch." I obeyed, falling down to the floor in front of him, even if I barely saw anything. As I could feel the tip of his cock against my lips I opened my mouth to welcome it, starting to lick it, suck it, using both of my hands to caress it. I knew that I would never be able to enfold his whole cock with my mouth. Hence I tried to please him as good as I could. My ears whooshed and I closed my eyes as he moaned violently. My cream ran down my inner thighs, as he came into my mouth, groaning more like an animal as a man. I swallowed, knowing that he would punish me if I didn't.