'Damn" Loki muttered when he woke to find his manhood rigid. He glanced at a sleeping Aylee, her silky hair entangled with his, her pretty face buried in his chest, her leg sprawled over his. The desire to quench his lust pounded in his veins. For a brief moment he considered jacking her legs apart and emptying his lust inside her core once more, but decided it was against his better judgment. She was too sore to accept him again so soon. He should not care how she felt, but he did and that bothered him.
Breaking their embrace, he sat up cursing his manhood again. He had fucked her good and hard last night thinking that would have salted his craving for her. He had hoped she would be out of his mind today. He glanced down at his throbbing organ, he had been wrong.
My midday the weary couple reached their destination. Few words between the two had been spoken, and neither mentioned their midnight indiscretion. By the time they reached Asgard the tension was so thick between them it could be sliced with a knife.
Aylee relaxed some when Jane and Thor met her at the Asgardian front gate. Thor promised that her stay would be brief for he would settle matters with the Frost Giants promptly. In the meantime, Thor's mother needed help planning a celebration suitable for mortals and Asgardians, with Alyee and Jane being the only invited mortals.
Over the next several days, Aylee enjoyed her time in Asgard. She rode majestic stallions across vast flatlands, explored the largest library she had ever seen, learned the history of Norse Gods, and dined on delicious foods that she had no idea what they were. She had accomplished most of this alone. Jane and Thor hide themselves from the world, relishing their rare alone time together. And Loki made it a point to steer clear of her. It was just as well, she was not Jane and was not about to gift her heart to a god that lived worlds away.
Alyee kept what had happened between her and Loki a secret from Jane. Her sister hated him. It was best that she never knew that her baby sister had spread her legs for the supervillain that had collapsed New York.
Finally Frigga's celebration had arrived. The ballroom was decorated in gold. Fine wine and ale were abundant. Asgardians arrived in numbers, all donning their best and all wanting to catch a glimpse of the mortal women. Frigga made sure to select stunning gowns for Jane and Aylee. She was pretty sure that Thor would somehow manage to bend the rule and eventually marry the mortal, and she wanted the Asgards to see her at her best.
Alyee had her choice of dance companions, while Jane clung to Thor. Alyee noticed that she was not the only popular one at the dance. Women went out of their way to try and snare a dance with Loki. He danced with only a few, preferring to binge on ale. More than once, Alyee caught him staring at her from across the dance floor.
As the night grew late, Thor's parents and the older couples drifted off to retire. Alyee glanced around, Jane and Thor had also escaped. She giggled to herself, happy for her sister's happiness.
"For you, my lady" Alyee blushed at the young Asgardian knight's choice of words. It was like something out of movie set in the middle ages. She accepted the strong wine deciding to down it. What the hell she thought, you only live once.
He led her to dance floor where a crowd of young Asgardians taught her a rapid, refreshing dance. She stumbled, realizing the wine had overcome her. Excusing herself, she fled to the balcony overlooking a garden of lights with another glass of wine.
She inhaled the crisp night breeze. The air was fresh here, not poisoned with pollution like back on Earth. Hearing the balcony door open, she turned, startled to find Loki glaring at her. He was dressed in a black leather tunic. He looked fantastic. His eyes were bloodshot suggesting that he too had overindulged. His manhood was stiff, budging beneath the cloth of his pants.
"Why did you save me that day?" Aylee asked. It was a question that had been plaguing her mind.
Loki shot back, "Why did you let me fuck you that same day?"
Feeling her cheeks glow warm, Aylee lowered her eyes at the vulgar question.
Like a predator stalking his prey, he came upon her, taking her in his arms, ravishing her mouth.
Alyee's first instinct was to push him away, but this was the first time he had ever kissed her. He kissed her with such feral passion, she felt needed, desired. Before with him, there had been no passion, tonight his demeanor was completely different.
He slipped his tongue in and out of mouth, twirling his tongue around hers, biting her lips, sipping her saliva as he sucked her tongue. Taking a breath, he muttered "You have no idea how bad I have wanted to taste you."
The sensuality in his voice, the desperation for her, his salacious appetite made her insides boil. "Why didn't you kiss me that night?"
"Because I don't want to care…" Loki did not finish his sentence. This was no time for talking. His body felt as if he were on fire and Alyee possessed the only water to quench him.
Quivering with anticipation, he sensually ran his hands up Alyee's dress, cradling her ass in his strong hands, and lifted her to sit in a crenel. Burying his tongue in her mouth, he literally tore her thong from her privates and stuffed them in his pocket for a keepsake. He found her wet with desire. Flicking his finger back and forth to her clit, giving her what she needed as she moaned and rocked her hips. This time he would pleasure her.
Spreading her legs wide, he dropped to his knees, burying his face in her moisture.
"No, Loki, not here! Someone will see." she muttered, but gave up her plight as soon as his tongue caressed her velvet. She heard him moan as if he had just tasted something delicious. He devoured every part of her, exploring her as deep as he could penetrate his tongue, his finger vigorously rubbing her intimate button while his tongue licked in and out of her warm canal.
Chloe closed her eyes, thrashing her head from side to side, her fingers digging into the stone wall. Her moans evolved into breathless, lusty sobs. Loki felt her intimate muscles clenching foretelling she was about to erupt. To intensify her orgasim, he leeched on to to her clit working his jaw muscles as he sucked. Her essence gushed forth into his mouth. Greedily he drank her sap, using his tongue as a ladle.
The taste of her set his mind on an erotic rampage. He quickly stood, cradling her bare ass to impale her onto him. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she cried out with bliss as she came down upon his steel.
"I am not so bad now that I have stretched you to fit me." Loki joked playfully.
Alyee liked the mischievous side of him. She licked her lips knowing that he could not resist. He captured her mouth allowing her taste herself on him.
Alyee grinded her core against his rhythmic thrusts, her breast bouncing up and down into his mouth. He licked, sucked, and ever now and then bit her nipples to the point she cried out from a mixture of pain and pleasure.
"My tits will be bruised come morning." She giggled sultry.
Loki pinned her against the wall, deepening his thrust with an almost vicious force. "That is not the only part of your body that I plan of bruising."
Alyee arched to accept all of him, taking him in stride. With carnal ferociously, she dug her nails into his back, sinking her teeth into his chest, moaning, sobbing, lusting to be fulfilled.
"That's it baby!" Loki encourage, not caring who heard them, or saw them. He was not sure how many people, if any, had poked their heads out the door for a breath of cool air and found him and his mortal locked in insatiable ecstasy.
"Loki!" Alyee wailed, her voice quavering, her inner muscles contracting, gripping the flesh of his lust, drinking him.
Loki felt her squirt, her gushing warm fluid drenching his meat causing him to sear with carnality. Loki sank his teeth into her neck as he surged, mixing his cream with hers.
Salted, Loki buried himself deep inside her causing their sultry mixture to seep out on to their flesh. She twitched, coming down from lascivious high. He stilled, soaking up the narcotic effect of their sexual aftermath.
Placing her to the floor, he withdrew from her.
"I am a wreck. I cannot go back inside." Alyee worried.
Loki chuckled. "Mortals..." He was no where near finished with her tonight.
She quickly glanced at him, apprehensive now he had had his fill of her that he would return to his stoic demeanor.
He knew what she was thinking and soothed her with a suffocating kiss.
"Keep your arm around me and I will take you through." He said trying to smooth her tangled hair that had absorbed too much of their sweat.
"Everyone will know." She whimpered.
Loki cocked his eyebrow, a smug smile tugging at his lips as he placed his arm around her and strolled her through the dying celebration and up to his bed chambers where he took her in every position imaginable, sensually, violently, primitively, passionately, until he ejaculated every drop of male nectar in him.
The next morning, Aylee woke with every inch of her body aching. She had utilized every muscle in her body with Loki. Her nipples were swollen, her lips tortured, her insides bruised and raw. Both holes had been pulverized. She had been flipped, folded, bent, and ridden to the point of exhaustion. She swallowed painfully remembering how his size had choked her. This was the aftermath of a god's love. Her stomach cringed at the thought of the obscene things he did to her, the vulgarity in his touch. Tingling from head to toe, she smiled; she had never felt so good.
She glanced around the room for Loki, but he was no where to be found. She could hear people cheering outside. She had to grip the bedpost for support to stand. Weary, she made her way to the balcony where she spotted Thor, Loki, and a platoon of Asgardian knights about to journey to battle.
She smiled. Loki looked dashing on a horse, dressed for war. He was her god in shining armor. She was not Jane and Loki was not a man like Thor. This was not a fairy tale love. She had no idea what would become of them. Maybe this was an adventure, or the beginning of something more. All she knew was that something about Loki's violent sadistic nature aroused a wild spirit within her soul and for now, she was happy being his little mortal plaything. Jane would not be happy about it, but this was not Jane's life, this was hers.
He glanced over his shoulder hoping to see Aylee looking down on him. She was there. His heart lurched. She smiled as he waved to her. In return, she blew him a kiss.
Loki rode away with emotions soaring. He was not sure what would come of him and a mortal, but he was looking forward to finding out. Perhaps he would purposely cause the Asgards to lose the battle today so that she would have an excuse to stay with him longer. After all, he was the god of mischief.