The banquet could not pass by fast enough for Loki. Those horrid occasions always left him remembering his feasts of old on Asgard with Thor, his mother and Odin. However, his men seemed to be enjoying themselves amongst the Light Elves. The drink was strong and the food fresh unlike their dwindling, stale rations. He rushed through dinner, using strong mead to dull his memories and his rapid-moving mind. However, Loki soon found that the drink made his mind shift towards more...amorous ideologies. There was one fair maiden directly on his mind: Sàga. He couldn't shake her from his thoughts either, much to his chagrin.

As the evening dragged on, Loki couldn't help but think of those wide curious black eyes looking at him between bed linens and furs. He could just imagine those thin lips moving over his manhood as she looked for approval and guidance from him. Within moments, Loki was hard as stone and brick, and he needed relief soon. He automatically went to find comfort within the arms of a willing young, and all-too-eager Light Elf by the name of Maehdril. Loki found that he couldn't imagine going to Sàga; she was too innocent for the kind of love he wanted to give her.

Loki let the courtesan guide him to a set of harem chambers before he forced her down onto her knees. He moaned throatily as she stroked his cock, running her tongue up and down him, licking, and nibbling his flesh. Then she started to swallow his length, bobbing her head. Each time she came up, she made a popping sound with her wet mouth before thrusting back down onto him. Loki wasn't thinking about her though. Nay, all he could see or think of was his precious discovery: his treasured Sàga.

Loki stared as the woman swallowed him, pretending it was Sàga on her knees. "Finger yourself," he demanded throatily.

The courtesan obeyed, fingering her clit vigorously while sucking him off.

Wrong. That was wrong!

Sàga wouldn't do that. Sàga would be unsure and curious, begging for his help and attention, and he would give it to her wholeheartedly. He could already imagine putting a mirror in front of her as he taught her how to please herself for him. Norns. No...this elf was moaning too loud. She was ruining his fantasies. She was not his Sàga.

Loki snarled as he used the elf's neck to throw her down, and he mounted her roughly from behind. She sobbed lustfully as Loki pounded her. Loki began to use her hair like reigns to manipulate and control her. How dare she ruin his image of Sàga! This was becoming less and less beautiful and more of a necessary punishment for the Elf and Loki. The courtesan's body trembled as she climaxed, making his blood flow with a savage lust. However, the courtesan's lusty moans evolved into painful cries. Not able to endure Loki's barbaric rage, the courtesan struggled to free herself from him.

"Be still, you whore!" Loki growled, slapping her.

The woman cried out and lunged forward. Growling with anger, Loki snatched an arm, slamming her body back down to his hilt. She begged and pleaded as Loki slammed into her over and over snarling, riding out an orgasmic wave of his own tainted ecstasy.

The courtesan softly whimpered at his feet as Loki dressed down for the evening and crawled into the bed. After a while, the elf also joined him, but Loki shut his eyes and imagined it was Sàga laying down with him in bed after passionate love. With that ideal image on his mind, it was quite easy for Loki to find sleep.

As soon as Loki vanished, Sàga felt scared and alone.

She made it a point to go searching, and she soon found him in a dark room. Once her eyes adjusted, Sàga saw and watched in a mix of awe and horror as an elf sucked Loki's...um, manhood?

Yes, that. That's what he told her it was.

It was hard and sticking up, and he had a hand in the elf's hair. Sàga felt a tinge of something she didn't recognize, but she didn't like Loki petting that elf and not her. However, Loki moaned out her name. Sàga flinched, thinking he'd found her, but Loki never did look her way.

It took her a moment to realize what she was witnessing and what it was exactly the pair was there for, but when she did, the shock was acute. They were...mating. She froze, watching with widening eyes as Loki mounted the elf and entered her. What he did after that remained hidden from Sàga's view, but judging by the elf's moans, he was doing it well. A cold sweat broke out from every pore of her body.

In the meantime, Loki's leggings slid halfway down his thighs, revealing a firm pair of buttocks. He ripped the elf's skirt up to her back, baring her. When the female gasped, Sàga gasped with her under her breath. She wanted to avert her gaze, yet she couldn't stop looking. Despite what the sun-haired ones thought, she was not entirely ignorant about these things, but to actually see the deed being done right in front of her—and by her Loki no less—was a different matter.

With a mixture of shock fascination she watched as Loki built up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of the elf. Both were vocalizing without restraint. Sàga felt odd looking at it; an unfamiliar pressure, an ache almost, settled between her legs and spread through her belly like wildfire. It spooked her so much that the spell was broken. Snapping out of her trance, she leapt to her feet and fled.

She hadn't gone far, just out to the garden and up into a tree. Heat welled inside her with a tingling sensation between her legs that was still entirely new. She had not been around a male before, and she didn't understand what seeing that had done to her. The feelings though...the sensations. She wondered what it would feel like, mating with Loki. She still felt the strange fluttering in her stomach, the rippling between her legs that seemed to demand her attention.

Curious, she spread her legs and touched herself. A shiver went through her body, surprising her. Exploring with her fingers, she found unexpected pleasure. Would mating feel good as well? It did not seem to interest her pack when the females were not in season. But as Loki explained, she was not the same as her old pack.

Sàga abandoned her explorations as it got darker.

She still had a severe fear of the dark, and she wanted Loki...no, she needed him. Silently, she snuck to the room and took Loki's shirt before curling outside the door and burying her face in his clothes. There were several things on her mind. Why wouldn't Loki mate with her? She was more like him than the elf. Didn't he like her?

Whimpering softly, Sàga tried to sleep despite the cold and the dark.

Loki definitely has a dark side, eh?