Loki pulled her close observing her expressions as he slid his index finger inside the moistness between her legs. She closed her eyes and flushed a deeper shade of crimson. Keeping a hand on her lower back, firmly holding her, he took his time too gently entered her again with another finger.

With a quiet whimper, she pleaded again, "no… please." She placed her shaky hands on his chest.

With the slightest snicker, his soft voice breathed into her ear, "Sara… Sara…" He eased his fingers, now joined by a third one, in and out of her moist slit. "Oh sweet Sara, just give in, why fight me? Let me rule you Sara, as you were made to be ruled."

In reply, she let her head roll back making a light sound in her throat. Suddenly, he withdrew from her, moving so he could lift her by the waist into the bed. She sunk down, onto her back.

Loki, God of Mischief continued with his artful skills. He reclaimed her mouth, this time, this time finding her more then willing. He spent time thoroughly enjoying her. Touching her face, running his fingers, still wet from her core, over her lips, his teeth nipped her ear, his hands ran through her hair.

She sighed heavily.

Sara realized, not long after, she had found herself on the bed that he too was now naked. She tried not to put much thought into it.

Again he was inside her with his fingers slightly crooked in a "come hither" position. Perfect for hitting the most sensitive area in her sheath. Moving in and out, he made sure to keep a rhythm. By this time the god was showing his magnificent arousal, placing himself next to her, making sure his stiffness pressed against her.

She could feel the passion of him, at that she lost her restraint. She moan heartily with heated breath. He bit down into the side of her breast, then her nipple.

His fingers felt intoxicating as he touched her very center. Circling it, building up for her climax. He removed his hands, which caused loud whimpering plea. Loki climbed atop her, took his swollen member and rubbed it along her engorged heat yet did not enter her.

She put her legs around him, as a tear of surrender fell from her eye.

Hissing in her ear, "I want to hear you beg Sara, you'll never find relief unless you plead to me for it." With that he pulled tight on the thick strands of full ebony locks.

Sara let out a half scream, half groan. "Please…"

"Oh come now you'll have to do better than that…"

"Please Loki, please, I want… you." More tears were falling from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you want… me?… what? What do you want of me?"

"Loki I want to be yours, always… Please Loki I want you inside of me, I want you to give me release."

The god, smiled smugly, "I told you that you would be begging within the hour."

With that he entered her, slowly just enough at first, then full to the hilt. Sara arched her back, her swollen breasts pointing upwards, and screamed in absolute pleasure, finding her climax warm and fulfilling.

Their love play continued though out the night. Sara was relentlessly pleasured again and again, surrendering to all his will.

When she awoke in the morning she was alone. Next to her was a note.

"Now I will conquer the world, as I did you."