Loki set the bath to running and returned to retrieve his very sticky lover. She was curled up on the bed like a cat, her only attire the garter belt and thigh-high stockings. It was time for them to come off as well. The saucy wench uncurled herself and stretched deliciously when he sat down beside her. The lifting of her arms raised her breasts high. Loki fought the urge to attack the still swollen nipples and make her come yet again. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that she did need a bit of time to recover from her fright and to rest. But a bit was all she was going to get. Running a fingertip under her thigh, he encouraged her to lift it. After examining the garter fastenings, he undid them and began to roll a stocking down her curvy leg. She cooperatively raised the leg higher and out at an angle which, probably not coincidentally, exposed her sex for his viewing enjoyment. "Posing for me, sweetness?" he asked.

She smiled and arched her back a bit, causing those amazing breasts to jut out further. "Maybe." He chuckled ruefully and tweaked her toes as he removed the first stocking from them. "Or maybe it's a demand for more play."

"Hmm. I've told you, we're bathing first. Behave, wench."

"Damn." She raised the other leg as he set down the first. He decided to reward her cooperation and trailed kisses down the back of her leg as he rolled down the second stocking. She moaned and arched her back again.

"And where does this fasten?" he asked, sliding a finger under the garter belt, another garment in his signature green, it was decorated with black and gold lace. Her entire outfit seemed coordinated with him in mind. Odd. He frowned. Perhaps it was a setup? "Why all the green, sweet lady?" he asked as she turned over to expose the hooks that fastened the belt in the back.

She looked back over her shoulder. "Well, for one it's my favorite color, it goes well with my hair and eyes. And emerald is my birthstone; I was a May Day baby." Shrugging she continued, "And it's not typical. Everyone seems to love blue, red or pink, maybe purple. Green is kind of rebellious, I suppose. But not just any green, it has to be a dark forest green. The other shades just don't cut it."

"I see." He pulled the hooks out of their loops and let the belt drop open. Finally free of any covering, her plump ass begged to be touched. He ran a hand over its softness and his cock leapt to attention. Closing his eyes he shuddered, imagining burying his hard staff between those round cheeks. Hmm, she'd insisted on 'lots of lube', whatever that was. "So, about that lube you mentioned," he asked, spreading her cheeks with one hand and prodding the puckered hole nestled between them.

The woman smirked at him. "In my purse." She shrugged at his surprise. "I had a date tonight and I try to be prepared for anything. Obviously, he was a disappointment."

"Obviously. Definitely his loss." And my gain, he thought. "Wait here," he told her. After checking on the bathwater and turning it off, he detoured to the living room and retrieved the small purse. How in the Nine Realms did she fit anything into it? He carried it into the bedroom and set it before her. She smiled up at him, snapped it open and removed a small plastic bottle. Taking it from her he read the label. It was something called 'Anal Ease' and was waterproof. Excellent. Loki looked up at her bright eyes and smiled. "You look like the cat that swallowed the cream, sweetness." His eyebrows rose as she laughed. "What's amused you?" He frowned. "Hmm, I've yet to ask your name…tell me," he demanded.

"Kat."

"What? Cat? No, my dear, not what you want to be called, I want to know your actual name."

The wench laughed again. "Kat, with a K is my real name."

Hmm, it suited her, still… "And the rest of it?"

"Just Kat. I legally changed it for business. You know, like Cher."

"You're an entertainer? Of what variety?"

Kat fidgeted on the bed. "Actually, I'm a psychic and energy healer. And what the masses call a 'pagan' priestess."

"You're…of course you are." He shook his head, totally bemused. "Please tell me your religion isn't associated with the Norse pantheon."

"No, Kemetic, I'm a priestess of Isis, the original mother goddess of magic, prophesy and medicine."

"I see. Hence the psychic and healing practice?" Loki looked down her body, noticing a tattoo of stylized horns surrounding her navel which held a small gold disk on a piercing; the symbol of Isis if he remembered correctly. Kat nodded in response to his question. "Well, I doubt Isis would approve of me, but no matter. She is not here and we are. And now, I think, it's time for that bath."

… …

Kat smiled as he scooped her up off of the bed and cradled her in one arm. She was still not used to the fact that he was so many times stronger than human men, but damn, did she like it. She also wasn't so sure that Isis wouldn't approve of him. Loki had proven to be not just a dominating lover, but a thoughtful one. He turned sideways to edge her dangling feet through the doorway to the bathroom. A tub big enough for two with Jacuzzi jets running dominated the outer part of the bathroom suite. The water frothed with some sort of scented oil…lavender if she wasn't mistaken. She sighed happily and rubbed her cheek against his collarbone.

The tub was freestanding but the top and bottom edges were flush against tile fixtures wide enough to hold decorative soaps and other items and strong enough to sit on. He'd set an ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne and two flutes at one end. Nice. Loki stepped over the edge and sat down, using his free hand for balance. She sighed as the steaming water enveloped them. "Hmm, let me get that hair tied up," he murmured as he lifted her arm and removed the golden rope from her wrist. She felt an odd vibration and wondered if he'd used his magic to change its form yet again. Kat wriggled in his lap, which earned her a chuckle and a pinch on her right nipple. "Later, my kitten. Let's get you clean first."

He handed her a flute of champagne and held another. "To what shall we toast, my lady?" he asked playfully.

"Satiating the insatiable?" she suggested. "At least, I have every expectation now that you'll be the first to manage it." Kat pouted as he burst out laughing. "What? Have you given up already? I'm disappointed."

"Not at all. I'll toast to exceeding your expectations…as you've exceeded mine."

After taking a very enjoyable sip, Kat laid her head back on his chest and watched him swallow. He set his glass aside and picked up a natural sponge that sat beside the soaps. He soaked it, then rubbed one of the scented ovals into it until it was soapy, then set the soap aside. Lifting her free arm, he ran the sponge along her shoulder and then down its length and then up the underside. With one hand on her back he encouraged her to lean forward and dealt slowly and sensually with her neck, upper spine and other shoulder. Kat sighed at the indulgent sensation. Damn, how she wished she could keep him for more than one night. She switched the champagne to her other hand so that he could wash that arm as well. He rinsed that arm and her back and tugged her to lean against his chest again. She sighed again. "This is…heavenly," she whispered as he began applying the sponge to her breasts.

… …

He'd never seen a woman's breasts float before. Of course, the women he'd been in the water with had never been so abundantly endowed and it had never occurred to him to wonder. Loki was certain that he liked it. Kat was happily sipping her second flute of champagne and her head was lolling back against him. Slight moans escaped her dreamily parted lips as he ran the sponge a bit roughly across her still distended nipples. Gods, he adored those nipples…and wanted them in his mouth again; but first things first. "Done, my pet?" he asked as he touched the nearly emptied champagne flute." Her only answer was another rub of her cheek against him, but she allowed him to remove the glass. Loki reached down and lifted one of her legs and balanced her knee on the edge of the tub. Leaning forward he was able to soap it thoroughly and then return it to the water. Repeating the soaping maneuver on the other leg, he took advantage of her position to thoroughly, well perhaps overly thoroughly, wash that sweet swollen quim. He shuddered thinking about its heat and wetness.

Lifting her slightly, he soaped and rinsed that lush plump bottom and then settled her back down in his lap. Kat wriggled and he gasped as his erection returned to full attention. "Naughty minx. Feel what you do to me?" he asked. Her laugh was throaty and cut off with a gasp as he spread her folds and pinched her clit in retaliation. Hmm, that gave him an idea. "I think you're clean enough. Let's see what we can do about that challenge, shall we?" Kat grinned up at him as he lifted first one of her legs and then the other and hooked them over the sides of the tub. Her sweet ass was lifted an inch or so off of his lap and she leaned back helplessly against him. Reaching around with both hands he began playing in her now widespread folds. She squirmed and whimpered, but was unable to either remove her legs from the edges of the tub, or make any change in the pressure of his teasing fingers.

"Loki!" Kat moaned. "Please!"

"Please what, my pet?" he asked, letting the mischief color his voice. "Aren't you enjoying this?" He pressed down on her clit, making her twitch and whimper then pinched it sharply. She shrieked but the sound faded off into a laugh.

"Yesssss. More, please…" she begged.

"Always." He let the fingers of his left hand dance across her sex, prodding, stroking and teasing. Kat's body was trembling, and with each sharp pinch her back would arch, thrusting those amazing breasts further out of the water. With his right hand, he reached down to her swollen canal. She'd be even tighter around his girth now, he imagined. He could hardly wait. Kat groaned as he thrust two fingers deep inside without any preparation, then arched her body again to draw them further in. "My sweet kitten does indeed like it a bit rough," he murmured in her ear. She wriggled happily on his thrusting fingers and moaned her agreement.

He continued to thrust and play idly; rubbing his cheek on the silky curls he'd bound up on top of her head. The plastic bottle of lube caught his eye and he grinned. As if on cue, his sweet wench moaned. "More, Loki, please…I need, I need…" He laughed and abandoned her clinging canal. "Ohhh, nooo," she whimpered. Don't stop, please…"

"Make up your mind, my Kat. Did you not just beg for more? I'll give you more, my delicious toy." He moved his left hand behind her and lifted her soft bottom clear of the water. She gasped and grabbed the sides of the tub. "Easy, I won't drop you." Loki managed with one hand, barely, to pour a generous amount of the slick lube onto his fingers. It was clingy, so he didn't lose much of it before his fingers reached her anus. Gently pushing one finger past her clenched sphincter muscle, he twisted it about until she relaxed, then inserted the other. Kat moaned and wriggled until he removed them then tilted her head back to frown fiercely. He had to chuckle at how the expression looked from that angle. "Just wait," he told her, and laughed as she growled her annoyance. "Patience, my beautiful slut, you'll have what you want soon enough." He poured more lube on his fingers, almost, but not quite dropping the bottle in the process, then slipped both fingers back in firmly. Kat's soft scream of pleasure rewarded him.

… …

Normally Kat wouldn't tolerate a man calling her a slut, but with Loki…she could tell he meant it in a possessively proud way. And truth be told, she was being slutty, but only for him. There was just something about him that made her want to give him more than she'd given any man, or woman, ever. His hands curved over her hips now and he was drawing her down into the water. She could feel that thick cock prodding her ass and she moaned in anticipation. Her lovers only rarely received the privilege of having her anally. They had to have thoroughly pleased her in other areas first. Her anus was still nice and tight. He was spreading her cheeks wide and his jaw rubbed against her temple soothingly. "Relax, sweet Kat, relax for me," he crooned. She let her lower body go limp to relax the sphincter enough to allow him entrance without causing excessive pain. He was so damn big, she'd definitely never allowed a cock this thick in her ass. It was going to be interesting. She shivered at the thought of the extreme fullness that would follow.

She gasped as he slowly lowered her onto his oh so thick length. Groaning at the painful pressure she twisted slightly in his grasp, grinding her ass down on him more sharply than he was trying to allow. "Such an eager slut, aren't you?" he murmured.

"Only for you," she breathed between moans.

… …

"Of course, pet," he agreed. "You are my beautiful little slut and only mine." He nipped the tendon in her neck. "No other man is good enough for you." His hands grasped her hips firmly. "Ready, kitten?" Before she could answer he pulled her the rest of the way down on that thick, beautiful cock. She sobbed with the pleasured pain of it and twisted wildly, shaking in his arms as he laughed softly. His cool lips caressed her neck, jaw and ear as he waited for her to settle and be ready for more. As she relaxed, still shuddering, he tugged her feet down to either side of his hips. "Ride me, kitten," he demanded. "Ride me good and hard, as if you don't, I'll take control and take only my pleasure from it." He smiled as she moaned at the admittedly empty threat.

Kat pushed up into a slight squat then forced herself back down on his swollen staff. He groaned almost as loudly as she did. Her ass was so damn tight, much more so than he'd expected given her uninhibited nature. Loki smiled as she raised and lowered herself twice more; the lovely creature was whimpering and twisting as she moved. "Yes, sweet Kat, that's it. Please me and I'll reward you for it," he promised. "What do you want love? Shall I finger fuck that hot quim? No?" he asked as she moaned. "Savage those amazing nipples?" Kat moaned again and he chuckled between his own gasps as she continued to pull and thrust her sweet ass up and down on his straining cock. He bit her shoulder sharply when she slowed in her movements. "No, no slowing down, kitten, I warned you," Loki scolded. She dutifully impaled herself yet again, hard, and it was his turn to moan. "Oh, love, the things I want to do to you."

"Where are your limits, my Kat? Will you take more than my cock, mouth or hands into you?" Loki smiled as she wriggled and twisted with her ass still fully impaled. "Oh, yes, I think you would. Ah, too bad I'm without my scepter; the base was so well shaped and would have made you squeal with delight. Her head dropped back on his shoulder as she lifted herself. He could see her delighted smile. "Ah, you like that idea, hmm?" She shivered and then forced herself back down even harder than before, screaming softly. "Oh, yes…I'm certain we have something about that can do the job. Hmm, the champagne bottle to start, once we're done here, I think. I wouldn't want to lose any to the bathwater." Kat paused and gave him a quizzical look. "You've stopped riding, my naughty slut, you know what that means." He lifted her and pulled her down fast and hard several times in succession. She screamed and sobbed, but her twisting and trembling told him it was with enjoyment.

… …

Kat couldn't believe how close she was to coming, and he hadn't even touched her tits yet, let alone her needy cunt. His offer to fuck her with objects thrilled her. Most of her lovers didn't want to waste their time with her on toys; they didn't understand that it would have made them more appealing. Loki seemed to understand everything about her. He really was her fantasy lover come to life. She'd lost count of how many times he'd slammed her ass down on his cock; apparently he'd given up on having her ride him…which was fine with her. Her leg muscles had been protesting, though it had all felt so good she'd been ignoring them. She was so fucking close she wanted to scream with frustration. Just as she was about to beg for his fingers, something, he managed one of those power moves that astounded her and stood with her ass still impaled on his throbbing cock; holding one hand on her stomach, he reached for the handheld shower head, turned it on to a hard stream and aimed it at her oh-so needy cunt. Loki turned her to lean on the edge of the tub, holding the water pressure directly on her clit until she screamed and began to buck, then moved it to pound directly into her empty canal. As the water began to give her the sensation she needed, he began thrusting his thick cock into her ass. The double assault was so…damn…good. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt herself thrashing wildly and felt Loki straining behind her as he came. Kat clutched at the side of the tub as her conscious mind began to fade. Sweet mother goddess, he'd done it ag…