As the weeks passed, Haylee found herself growing weary. Blessed with god-like stamina, Loki did not suffer from exhaustion as she did. He fucked her over and over, every night and well into daybreak, his debauchery insatiable. Haylee never left the bedchamber. She slept most of the day away to gather strength for the night. She rarely ate, her heart heavy, soul weary. If she was to continue on this path, Loki was going to unintentionally kill her. Sometimes, she found herself wishing that eventually he would grow tire of her and spend a few nights among the whores, but he never did. Perhaps it was a blessing for if he did tire of her, he might kill her. Other times, she found herself eyeing him suspiciously, raged with jealousy, pondering if ever indulged outside their bed.
Their sex life never grew dull. Loki was a master at trickery. He always found new ways to keep things intriguing. He done things to her body unimaginable, sometimes wonderful things, other times, twisted, vulgar things. He taught her new positions, tricks, and even introduced toys to their intimacy.
Some nights were better than others. He had warned her from the beginning that there would be times when he took his frustrations out on her body, but those times came rarely. The worst night had occurred two weeks ago, after losing a battle to Thor. Loki had bent her over a bar, tying her limbs apart so that she could not resist. For the first time he violated her rear, angry, violently, pulverizing her, mutilating her. She had never endured such pain until that night. He had raped her for hours, calling her vile names, assaulting the intimate parts of her body with vicious teeth. He ached to strike her, she had seen it in his eyes, but luckily for her he restrained from giving in to the sinister urges compelling his mind. At one point, she feared that she would die before his anger quenched. Finally, he ejaculated his rage into her bloody rear, strangling the life from her as he climaxed. She woke in his gentle arms to him muttering how sorry he was. The pain in his voice, the remorse in his eyes reaped a perverse forgiveness from Haylee. The days that followed, Loki had treated her with flattery and gifts. She should have hated him, but instead she found herself desiring his love and affection. She now knew that her mind had been infected by his twisted soul. She longed to change him into the good man that lay beneath the monstrous black layer of his heart.
Most nights were delightful. Her favorite were the nights that he kissed her for hours, compassionately manipulating her with foreplay. Afterwards, he would slid into her and make slow loving sex to her, affectionately as if she was his heart. Loki had a way with words. Sometimes he was so vulgar and harsh, but on nights like this the endearing names he whispered into her ears melted her heart. He could be so passionately, so tender when he wanted to be.
He rarely wounded her heart. Once after he raped her rear, she found herself fearing that he would eventually impregnate her as he ejaculated his seed into her belly most nights. She feared his twisted abuse would extend to their child. She requested that he allow her to take birth control assuming he would agree, but true to his unreadable, erratic nature, he flew into a rage accusing her of not wanting to bear his children. He had shouted that he would never mistreat his child as he did her because he would love his child as he did not her. She had cried for hours and usually when she wept, her tears melted Loki's icy barrier. She learned that he could not bear her tears and that was why in the beginning he had ordered her to not cry, but this night he bore her tears, anger and hurt consuming him. She realized then that he really cared for her and for her not to desire his child had wounded his heart.
Haylee was surprised when a new servant came to serve her.
"Fran is sick. Here is your breakfast and clean apparel." The woman said, her voice tight as if she did not like serving the mortal.
"Thank you." Haylee replied. She was always kind to everyone.
"You are pathetic, you know. He will grow tired of you and when he does, I will fulfill his needs." The fair woman spat, her eyes squinting with hostility.
"Enough, Sigyn!" Loki shouted, entering the room, his eyes casting daggers into the aggressive woman.
Sigyn pointed at Haylee. "She is too weak to handle you, my lord."
Loki marched toward the woman, inches from her chest, peering hotly into her venomous reflection. "And what, allow a strong, stubborn cunt like you into my bed?"
Sigyn smiled, revealing a role of perfect pearly whites. Batting her lashes, she replied. "I can please you in ways she cannot."
Loki glanced toward the door, dismissing her. "I like submissiveness. Leave!"
"Sire, you are killing her! Just look at her! She..."
Loki backhanded her to the floor tearing into the flesh of her lips before she had a chance to finish her sentence. Haylee rushed forward. "Loki!" She shouted, startled at his erratic brutality. He had never hit her.
Loki turned on her, his hand raised as if he contemplated striking Haylee. "Take your clothes off." He ordered, bringing his hand down to motion toward the bed. And to Sigyn, he snapped, "Now you will watch while I fuck this weak mortal."
Haylee spread her legs, embarrassed as he plowed into her.
"Kiss me, Haylee." Haylees felt her cheeks burn as she kissed him knowing that the woman with the bloody lip watched as he ravished her.
Loki's thrusting intensified. "Women were meant to kneel to their master. Isn't that right, Haylee?"
"Yes..." She muttered with conflicting emotions whriling in her head. Sometimes he was crazy.
Loki tossed her legs over his shoulders, fucking her deep and hard, forcing cries to escape her throat. "Women are to be conquered, to be punished, to be dominated by men! Dont you agree, Haylee?"
Now almost breathless from the force of his thrusts, Haylee could only whimper her agreement.
Loki threw his head back, crying out with delight as he climaxed. He dropped to her breast, kissing her gently, lovingly. "You are all mine Haylee as I am all yours."
Haylee knew his actions had shattered the woman's pride as well as her heart. It was clear that she cared for Loki.
Afterwards, Loki withdrew and stood over Sigyn. "Did you see my climax? Did you see me soar? You could never make me feel the way she makes me feel." He kicked her violently in the side. "Now get out of my sight."
Haylee watched as the woman fled the room, tears streaming down her cheeks. Loki downed a shot of liquor. She remained in the bed knowing he was not finished with her.
Three shots later, he sat down on the bed beside her. "Is what she said true? Am I hurting you?" He asked, voice pinched, caressing her cheek.
Haylee could not admit the truth for fear of his twisted nature. She cast her eyes away, unable to look him in the face as she lied. "No, I am stronger than I look."
Loki gripped her chin. "You are lying to me. Why?"
A single tear leaked from her soggy eyes. "I am frightened of you."
Loki smirked. "Do not be foolish. I would never harm you or cast you aside." He kissed her softly. "I will take it easier on you. I sometimes forget that you are a feeble mortal. Now come on, get up. Lets take a bath together. No more sex tonight. Instead, we can play chess. Do you like chess?"
Bewildered, Haylee giggled. He was so unpredictable. She never knew what to expect. "Yes, I love chess and I love you."
Loki kissed her. He seemed pleased, but did not repeat the sentiment that Haylee admitted.
Loki still had sex with Haylee nightly, but not as many times or as forceful as he used to. She slept longer and within days, the color returned to her flesh. She ate more and even smiled more. She knew from Loki's behavior that things had changed for the better. He had yet to confess his love, but Haylee knew he would soon enough.