VI: The Festival

The words punishment rang in my ears for what seemed like an eternity. A part of me was afraid of what the word punishment meant to a god. Especially one as mischievous as Loki. I gulped hard as I slowly pulled away from his touch. No matter how good it felt, I knew whatever was coming next wasn't going to be good.

"Why the shyness now my dark mortal?" Loki asked as he felt my breast leave his hand.

His icy touch reached for my cheek and he traced the outline of my high cheekbones. He forced me to gaze into his eyes.

"Does the idea of being punished frighten you?" he continued.

As he spoke I felt myself wanting to press up against his body. The hunger in his eyes tainted me so. How could I be turned on and afraid at the same time?

"How could I not be?" I replied.

Loki's thumb caressed my bottom lip slowly as he let out a soft chuckle.

"Don't be…" he added. "I am here only to give you pleasure…"

He pulled our faces closer together. His haunting green eyes looked down at me as he claimed my lips.

"Tonight there is a feast," he said as he broke our kiss. "You shall accompany me."

Breathless I replied, "I have nothing to wear…"

"Don't worry about that," he replied. "I've got that handled."

And in a flash he was gone. He left me naked and alone. Was this my punishment? Tainting me like this. I collapsed back down onto the bed.

"This was going to be a long day," I muttered under my breath.

And so I was. I spent most of the day exploring my new home. He'd delivered all I could ask for. He'd built me a tiny house with a garden. As the sun set I saw the woman in green Amora approaching my home. She held a bag in her hand.

"Mortal!" she shouted as she opened the gate to my home.

I looked up from smelling a flower to see her walking towards me.

"Amora, right?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Loki said you needed something to wear tonight," she said with a smile. "So I have brought you something…"

She held out the bag and dropped it into my hands.

"You'll need help getting it on," she added. "Come on."

Amora walked past me with a smug look on her face. I didn't like the look she was giving me, but I knew I needed to get ready for whatever Loki had in store for me. As I entered my home I heard Amora scoffing at her surroundings.

"So damn small…" she hissed.

I followed her grumblings to my bedroom. She sat herself at the end of the bed.

"Loki never told me what type of gathering this was," I said as I stepped into my room. "I take it you know."

She nodded.

"Not going to tell me are you?"

"Nope mortal," she replied. "Loki wishes for you to be surprised."

Right…

"I hope this fits," Amora added. "He never told me your size…"

I shrugged as I placed the bag on a chair.

"I'm sure it will…."

I stopped in mid sentence as I pulled a bralette and pantie out of the bag.

"What the hell is this?" I asked as I lifted the laced undergarments in front of my face.

"Your outfit is mortal," she answered.

"These aren't an outfit?!" I cussed.

"Oh by it is," she said as she snapped her fingers. "You should see mine…"

Amora's green pantsuit melted away to reveal pastes and a thong.

"Perfect isn't it?"

"Why bother with that?" I asked as I covered my eyes. "Just go naked," I hissed.

She laughed, "Now that is an idea…"

"I was joking," I interjected.

"And I wasn't," she replied, "Now take off our clothes mortal or I will remove them for you..."

Amora took a step towards me. As she moved my shirt and pants started to melt away.

"Stop," I said. "I'll do it myself."

Amora stopped moving and folded her arms across her chest.

"Get to it then…"

"I don't need an audience," I grumbled.

She looked me up and down. My clothes were partially gone already. The pumpest part of my breast poked through a few thin strips that remained of my top.

"Fined," she grumbled as she snapped herself out of my room. "But you've got 10 minutes."

Alone I laid the bra and pantie out on the bed. I couldn't go out in public like this.

"8 minutes,"

I was shaken by Amora's voice. She wasn't kidding about coming back into the room in 10 minutes. As I heard Amora's voice counting down I quickly pulled off the last remnants of my clothes and slid on what she gave me. By the time she'd counted to one I was adjusting my breasts into the bra.

"Very nice," she said.

I jumped back as she reentered my room. I placed my hands over myself trying to cover myself up.

"This isn't enough clothing," I said.

Amora ignored my words and reached out for my shoulder. She forced me to look at her.

"You won't need these for long…"

As she spoke the room went black. She pulled me into some kind of portal. Before I knew it I heard the sound of music and moans. I rubbed my eyes as they tried to adjust to my new surroundings.

"We're here," I heard her say.

I opened my eyes to see nothing but a dim blur. I could make out Amora's blond hair and nothing else.

"Where is here?" I asked as I continued to rub my eyes.

"The feastival," she replied.

After a few moments my vision became clearer. I stood in a dimly lit hall full of people. Their bodies move to the beat of the music. Amora walked away from me as a large bald man caught her eye. I took a few steps towards her but I felt he was behind me.

"Dark mortal," Loki's voice purred behind me.

I looked around to see Loki standing behind me butt naked.

"Oh my," I said as I covered my eyes. "Where are your pants?"

He merely laughed at me.

"I don't need them," he purred. "You are beautiful, my dark mortal. I could eat you alive right here."

"But…"

Loki shooed me, "Come with me…"

He reached out my hand from over my eyes and led me deeper into the hall. He led us through a sea of naked bodies all wrapped up into one. The further we walked the more I wanted to be apart of that sea. In the back of the hall was a golden throne with a woman seated on it. She had a gentle middle aged face. Loki led us towards her. The closer we got I realized the woman was heavily pregnant.

"Mother," he said as we stopped in front of her.

He bowed before her and I followed suit.

"I see you have brought a guest to our festivities," she said as she rubbed her swollen belly.

"Hello,"

"Mother this is the dark mortal I told you about," Loki said.

The seated woman raised her eyebrow. I felt his mother's eyes bore through my very soul. She lifted her hands from her belly and outwards to me. I looked to Loki and he nodded. I took a few steps closer to his mother and took her hands.

"I see why my son is stricken with you," the woman replied. "You are welcome here mortal."

As she spoke a booming laugh echoed through the hall.

"Odin," Loki grumbled.

"Did I hear you correctly Frigga, is this the girl?"

Frigga smiled as she released my hands, "Yes husband."

Reaching behind her she grabbed the hands of an older man with a long white beard.

"A pretty little thing," the man added.

Loki wrapped his hands around my waist as the old man looked me up and down. I felt Loki's erection pressing up behind my butt.

"That she is father," Loki replied coldly.

"Oh you to stop it," Frigga hissed as she started to rub her belly once more. "Let them be Odin. You have other things to focus on…"

The old man smiled as she grabbed Frigga's belly.

"Drink, fuck and be merry mortal," the man boasted.

I felt Loki's breath against the back of my neck.

"Follow me," he said.

His voice sent a shiver down my spine. Once more he pulled me back deep into the sea of bodies. He led us to a couch far away from the crowd. He sat down and pulled me into his lap.

Ouf….

Seated in Loki's lap I looked up and realized we were directly across from the throne and his parents. I couldn't help but be turned on by the way Odin was caressing Frigga. I bit my lip as I watched him kneel before her suckle at her swollen breasts.

"I see," Loki hissed in my ears.

"What?"

"I see what you want," he added.

I gulped hard.

"Its nothing," I said quickly.

"Does watching them turn you on?" he asked.

"No," I lied.

As I spoke Loki grabbed both of my breasts and pinched my nipples tightly.

"Lying will just make it worse," he growled.

I shuddered at the vibrating echoing through his chest. When I tried to look away from Odin eating out Frigga, Loki grabbed my face.

"Watch them my dark mortal," he added. "You will need to be wet for what is about to happen next."

Need to be wet, he said. I was already sopping wet the moment I saw all the people here fucking. My pussy was aching for a touch, a touch like Frigga was getting. The way Odin worshipped her, every inch of her. That was what I wanted. Lost in the image in front of me, I closed my eyes and imagined myself in her place with Loki between my thighs eating me.

"Oh brother,"

A voice shook me from my dream.

"Took you long enough," Loki growled into my ear.

He released my face for a moment. Out of the corner of my eyes I saw golden hair. A pair of blue eyes came in front of me blocking my view of the throne.

"Is she ready for us?" the man said as he claimed my lips.

"Not quite yet Thor," Loki said.

"Thor?" I asked breathlessly.

"Oh yes," Loki growled as he spread my thighs apart with his legs. "Thor and I are your punishment."