When Haylee woke, the sun filled the room, the nightmare gone, but her body painfully reminded her of the torment Loki had inflicted upon her all night long. She whimpered as she sat erect, her insides lacerated, her womb raw and arching, her lips swollen, her nipples bruised. He had wrecked her internally and externally.

The mute maid must have returned sometime while Haylee slept as she found a plate of food, a steaming pot of coffee, and a sizzling bath. Grabbing the hot brew, she sank into the soothing water, exhaling as it claimed her muscles.

After breakfast, she fell back asleep, exhausted from her night with a god. Music and rowdy male voices woke her sometime after dark. Her guts cringed, Loki would soon return. And sure enough within the hour, he appeared drowning himself in a bottle of wine. Staggering, he made his way to the bed and collapsed. "Come here" he ordered.

Haylee obeyed. Sitting beside him, she saw his groin swelling. The memory of his size pulverizing her insides churned her stomach. It was unnatural to be that huge, but then again he was a god, perhaps what was considered unnatural to Midgards, was natural for Asgardians.

Loki captured her by the back of her jaw, seductively, gently, lust burning in his exquisite colored eyes. "Kiss me, baby." He commanded with a slur.

But this time Haylee resisted. She could not relive what she had endured the night before.

"Kiss me, mortal!" he bellowed, forcing her mouth down on his. The need for mutual ecstasy evaporated.

Again Haylee defied him, shoving away from him. "I will not! You can rape me over and over again, but I will not willingly be your whore!"

She expected Loki to leap to his feet and seize her and rape her with animal-like brutality, but instead he sat up chuckling as if darkly amused. "So you finally show some backbone. Daddy would be proud of his little bitch!"

Fighting the urge to slap that smug smile off his face, Haylee turned to flee, but in vain as Loki apprehended her from behind and dragged her by her waist length hair out into the main hall where his followers partied. He held her erect, pressing his body into her from behind, his fingers gripping her throat forcing her to watch the vulgar sight before her eyes. Everywhere warriors and demons thrust in and out of mortal women, tied spread eagle, their thighs crusty with dried cum from precious invasions. One woman kneeled on all fours while one warrior took her from behind, another from underneath, and a third in her mouth. Another Midgardian lamented, legs spread by chains, as monster like creatures fist-fucked her bleeding cunt.

Haylee screamed out as Loki ripped the robe from her bare body and tossed her into floor. "Have at her!"

"NO!" she squealed as brutal hands tore into her flesh, gripping her, restraining her, jerking her legs apart.

Loki motioned and the creatures suddenly released her. She fled to Loki's feet, dropping on her knees, wrapping her arms around his legs. "Please Loki, please!" She begged pathetically.

Male laughter erupted from all sides. She had been raped repeatedly by Loki and now she looked for him to save her.

Loki chuckled softly as he reached down and patted her head as if she were a dog. Her feeble nature turning him hot. "Will you obey me?"

"Yes, my lord! I will do anything for you!"

Loki ripped her up by her hair and collected her into his arms. He carried her back to his bedchamber and dropped her on his bed. He shed his clothes and reclined on the bed, propping his head on a fluffy pillow.

"Pour us some wine."

Haylee obeyed, downing the brew quickly. She would need it. He laughed reading her thoughts. "Smart girl, now have another."

After the third glass, Loki ordered her to suck his dick. Now foggy headed and relaxed, Haylee scooped up his hard cock, licking his rigid length. He purred encouraging her to grow more lewd. Tongue fucking the slit of his head, she straddled his face, moaning as he thrust his tongue into her core. This was exactly what he wanted. Gripping his meat at the hilt with her hand, she thrust him down her throat, clenching her lips tightly around his cock as she bobbed up. Loki repaid her by leeching onto her clit, sucking, working his jaw muscles. She smelled delicious. She tasted even better. Body rippling, pussy clenching, ass constricting, she squirted a warm stream down his throat. He groaned loudly, mauling into her, devouring her salty mixture.

"You fucking little whore" Loki growled, slapping her hard on the ass.

Haylee felt his dick swell even wider. Intensifying her suction, taking him to the hilt where he spewed in the back of her esophagus. She swallowed all that she could handle, the rest dripped down her chin. She span around on him, grinding her pussy on his abdomen, allowing a creamy drop to ooze from her lips. She giggled, running her tongue around her lips, playing with his semen.

Loki slapped her rear again, chuckling. "Where did you learn that?"

"Internet porn." She said bashfully.

"When you fucked yourself?" Loki asked, his dick reinvigorating at the thought if her tantalizing herself.

"How do you think I remained a virgin so long?" She purred coy. To stay alive this was the game she had to play. It wasnt so bad. Loki made her feel emotions that shamed her, forbidden emotions. Her cunt still throbbed, but not from pain, this time from pleasure, more pleasure than she had ever inflicted upon herself.

She was drunk as hell and it showed. He liked it. He had evolved a terrified little virgin into a cock-hungry whore in the matter of a night. His ego swelled. Loki lifted her slightly to impale her on to his masculine sphere. She moaned coming down on him, but remained placid.

"Kiss me" he ordered, the alcohol clearly evident in his glossy eyes.

Without hesitation, she pressed her lips to his teasingly, snapped her head back, teasing him with her tongue, and then biting his bottom lip. Loki growled, gripping her by the back of the head, kissing her fiercely. The time for play was over, he wanted to fuck.

Leisurely riding him, Haylee purred in between kisses. "Were you really going to give me to those beasts?"

Chuckling, Loki shook his head. "No. I only wanted to experience this side of you and that was the only way to reap it. You are mine, Haylee, no one else's."

Haylee liked what she heard, increasing her speed, she plowed down to his hilt and back up again and again making him grit his teeth in pleasure. "You are a fast learner."

Loki grinded her down, burying his dick as deep inside her as he could penetrate, the friction rippling her clit, his meat manipulating her G-spot. He latched on to her nipple, chewing to intensify her orgasm. Wailing, she grinded on to him, digging her nails into his back, riding him fast and hard.

"You fucking little slut, cum."

"Ay, aye" she cried, throwing her head back, thrashing, showering his grinding cock with her essence.

Her salacious actions, the tight grip of her constricting inner muscles, the warmth of her fluid, set him into an orgasmic frenzy. He slammed up into her searing, dripping cunt, his flesh slapping against her wet skin. Now he cried out, something he rarely did during sex.

Face distorted, shivering, Loki extravasated, filling her insides with scorching cream.

"Loki!" she squealed, his searing lava igniting multiple orgasms within her clenching womb. Mind whirling, she thrashed her head, clawing, screaming with bliss. Nothing mattered now. She did not care who heard her. This moment had claimed her body and senses. Loki was indeed a fucking god!

Haylee shoved him backwards, placing her hands on his chest, grinding her cunt down on to him, riding him hard.

"You hot little bitch! Fuck me!" Loki beckoned, she was too good to be true.

"Fuck!" she wailed, her nails tearing into his chest flesh, spewing a third round. Twitching, she froze, her pussy constricting. Loki grabbed her by the throat, thrusting up into her, riding out her climax until she fell limp.

Loki collected her into his embrace, entwined, breathing flagging as their body fluids oozed on to the clean bed sheets.

"Are you going to kill me, Loki?" She asked faintly, her breathing now tranquil, her mind grounded back to reality. She was his prisoner, nothing more.

Loki kissed her hard before replying. "No, I am going to keep you as my mortal plaything, my little whore. I am not going to lie to you, there will be bad days when I take my frustrations out on your body, but there be other nights when I make you squirt, make you feel like you are the only pussy in the world. You will grow content with your status in my life. You will desire me, desire to serve me, to be only mine."

"I was right." She muttered, accepting fate. A sick feeling for her docile defeat creeping in her mind.

"Right about what?" he asked, smoothing a strand of sweaty hair behind her ears.

"You are the second type." Loki was demented, crazy as hell, but he bore a soft side. She had felt it.

Spreading her legs apart, Loki replied. "I try not to hurt children, and the women are necessary so that I do not reflect weakness. But that is enough, let us talk about more pleasurable things." He lowered his mouth to her ear, whispering vulgar sentiments as he pumped himself in and out of her.