Mischief Mannaged

Part 7

Fertile Grounds

Hello once again to yet another instalment of Mischief Managed, The highly intense and erotic story of Loki and his mortal bride. I may warn you this story contains highly sexual content. So do not read if you are under 18.

In our last story; Loki's mortal bride, Anne Weston, managed to have some time to herself and have the chance to read an all too familiar story that she highly relates to. Now that her time is over she will now be delved back into yet one of many nights of highly primal acts of procreation with her Norse God husband. Anyway, make sure to review and follow, and also enjoy. Thank you again.

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Recap,

Anne was lying in the silk covered bed, staring up at the star covered ceiling, and quietly repeating her personal mantra to herself as she was slowly drifting to a light sleep.

"Nolite Te Bastarde Carborundorum… Nolite Te Bastarde Carborundorum… Nolite Te Bastarde Carborundorum…"

"Don't Let The Bastard Grind You Down."

Anne was suddenly aroused from the interruption. She quickly sat up, slowly turned to her lefthand side to see non other than Loki standing right there. Hands behind his back, and that look of anticipation on his demeanour.

His clothes were much different then what he usually wore. The long leather vest he wore didn't look as broad as his other one, and underneath it he wore what look like a green long sleeve sweater with a robe opening on the front. He also had on what looked like rock star style leather pants, and black slippers with two straps attached above the ankles. A look of comfort and casualness compared to his grander appearance of black leather, emerald, and gold. He approached closer to Anne as she sat there in bed quietly, yet calmly observing Loki as her approached. She knew he heard her say her little mantra, and obviously knew what it meant, now she hopes he won't figure out where she heard it from specifically. Like Offred in the story; she'll put on a coy innocent act to playfully amuse him without suspecting a thing. But again, that only worked in the story. Loki, as always, would see right through her in less than zero timing. Her train of intense though was broken yet again by Loki's next words.

"How are we doing this evening, darling?" He asked "I've been informed that you are fully healed and would soon be peaking in your fertile cycle at this moment. A perfect opportunity to plant my seed."

He drew closer to Anne on the bed. Only to be met by her sudden wince of detestation to his words and his presence.

"Now darling." He reassured, "Don't be like that. I'm highly certain that you missed my presence during your time of solitude?"

He then placed his hand on her back, softly rubbing it in circles against her back. Making her suddenly yet slightly quiver in the process. He softly chuckled at her reaction.

"That confirms my notion." He said with delight, continuing to tail his hand along her back and softly kissing her shoulder with each word he said, "You long for my touch… my flesh… my heat… my seed.."

Anne still kept quite and still. Again, she felt paralyzed by Loki's influence as he was making his advances. She wanted to break from his spell and push him away, but something else inside her made want to give in, as if she actually wanted this. Anne managed to revive herself from that sudden and shocking inner though of hers, continued to keep still and mentally repeat her inner mantra to herself.

'Nolite Te Bastarde Carborundorum…'

Loki diverged from his enticing actions to notice Anne's less convincing restrain demeanour. He then took a light hold of her chin, and turned her head slightly to his peripheral. Where Anne's innocent and trembling brown eyes met Loki's cold and seducing icy blue eyes.

"Again, there is no use in denying your intense and most sensual feelings to me." He said, "I know this is what you secretly desire. You've already started to warm yourself up to me in such a short amount of time. And it won't be long until you fully accept me into your heart. Then we'll all be one grand little family."

He then leaned in and kissed Anne softly, then slipped his tongue into her sweet mouth. All that went through Anne's mind was how much she wanted to push him off and threaten to rip his heart out, but was also overcome with an intense sexual desire as his lip caressed her, and his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Was this really happening? Was she actually giving into this twisted god's desire once again? Before she can think about this further, Loki broke from the kiss from her mouth and onto her neck. He the slowly reached to her ear and all can Anne feel and hear was the soft sound of his hot breath on her skin, like a intense starving wolf upon it's defenceless prey. This was definitely not helping her situation further, it was just heating her up more. But in her hazy state of mind she managed to mentally repeat her fictional soul sister's mantra.

"In a preceding subject," He softly whispered in her ear, before meeting his gaze back at hers "Where did a ordinary girl, with a conventional education learn such a precocious and intricate phrase such as yours?"

'Fuck!', Anne thought, he definitely knows. She knew it was a long shot, but just like Offred she put on a innocent, coy, play-dumb act to amuse her master off the subject.

"Why, whatever do you mean?" She said in a soft and lightly playful tone,

"Don't play coy with me, you know what I mean." He responded, "Nolite te bastarde carborundorum: Don't let the bastard grind you down. Again, where would someone of your intelligence learn an highly astute lingual phrase?"

Anne tried quickly to come up with a good response.

"Well, having a great interest in ancient history, I would often study the forgotten languages of the old and lost societies." She responded, "One of which being ancient latin. But that was such a brief experience so long ago that I have forgotten most of it."

Anne was hoping he would buy at least part of it. But again, this was a highly intalecual being who could instantly pick a part any fable she could throw at him. And she knew her quick-whip tongue was no match for his silver one. He gave her a slight look of suspicion, then changed to amusement. He gave a light chuckle and caressed the back of his hand against her cheek softly.

"Darling." He said, "It really does intrigue me… that you would think that I would fall for your fabrications."

And yet this was another 'oh crap' moment for Anne.

"Again, you cannot trick the trickster." He said, "Now, if I'd known better, which I do. You learned that phrase from a much different source?"

Loki's hand left her cheek and then turned his gaze to the book on the nightstand.

And just before Anne would noticed, he quickly snatched up the book and began to look through. Thankfully the book was still on Legend & Mythologies of the Ancient World. But then Loki, with his magic abilities, placed his hand on the book to make the contents change to the pervious story. He then opened the book and read the title aloud.

"Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale."

After he had read the title he began to quickly flip through the entire contents of the book. But he wasn't just meagrely flipping through, no, he was reading the story with his fast and godly abilities. After he was done he gave out a slight chuckle, followed by a amusing light laugh. Anne once again stayed frozen and waited with fearful anticipation as to what he has to say.

"I must say; it is an intriguing tale." He said, "Especially of how you believed that you share any common affiliations with the story's female lead. Except for a few certain differences in comparison to your situation and hers, but I guess you already knew that?"

Before Anne knew it Loki stared to approach her on the bed.

"Now, it appears its now time for our Ceremony Night." He said to her

Anne backed away in discomforting fear as he made his advance. Only to once again be suddenly held down in place by his magic. She felt her hand being held tightly above each side of her head, as if someone or something is holding her in a very tight grip. Now this was a scene all to familiar to her; she was being held down in lace the same way the Handmaids would be held down by the Commanders wives during the Ceremony Night. Then Loki lightly lifted up the hem of her nightdress, removed her lace panties, and parted her legs. He then only shifted of his top clothes, leaving only his pants as he drew closer to her. Slowly, until he was positioned between her open legs.

"No more to you than a bee is to a flower." He said, as he started to caress her upper left thigh.

He then moved his hand from her thigh, trailing it up her body, right towards the the upper bodice of her dress. There he grabbed hold of the fabric and ripped it off to expose Anne's breasts. Making her gasp in shock and close her eyes tightly. She didn't know which was more off putting: the cleavage rip, him quoting the story, or the fact that deep down she was slightly getting off on all this. Again she tried to ignore everything that was happening, but once again she was slowly succumbing to her own intense sexual lust.

"To plant deep whilst the ground is warm and lush, to provide the sustenance need as the seed flourishes and grows until the fruits of labour are ripe for harvest."

Loki then slid the front of his pants slightly down to the base and released his Harden shaft. He positioned himself at Anne's opening and plunged himself in. He then took hold of her right leg and lifted it up against his chest, and grabbed hold of the other as her thrusted deeper and harder into her body. Anne still kept her eyes shut while giving out slight moans and gasps as Loki thrust harder and deeper. Loki then started to softly bit at her leg that was rested up high against him, And how he truly admired the sight of her bronzed skin contrasting to his lighter tone. Anne didn't know how much longer she can take before the intensity once again gets the best of her. Just then Loki suddenly lunged down at her neck, with her one leg folded against her body in the process. The sound and feel of his heated moans nearly drove Anne wild. Making her own moans grow slightly louder. If her wrists weren't magically bound she would be digging into his back in pure ecstasy. But instead she was held in place, nightdress ripped, with the weight of a powerful Norse God screwing her to the hilt with her one leg folded against her. And just then she reached a lustful climax right before Loki reached his own, spilling his seed into her over heated body. Once again placing Anne in post-conception position after he slipped out and nearly passing out on the other side of the bed. Anne started to open her eyes that she kept tightly shut. She was still bound by Loki's magic, and was yet again in total disbelief by the highly intense lustful actions that took place. Maybe Loki was right, maybe she was starting to accept him? But it really couldn't be, it can't. Again she reminded herself of the circumstances to combat these intruding thoughts, and the cramping pain that was coming from her legs(especially the one that was prompted up and folded down in action). She then fell asleep in exhaughtion, right before Loki's binding spell had worn off.

'No more a bee is to a flower' was the last thing she though, 'No more than fertile grounds for him to keep planting his seeds until she starts blooming and provides the much need fruit as desired."

To Be Continued…