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"Oh god…"

My words got stuck in my throat as the fabric tightened around my neck. Halfway between reality and God knows what, a deep guttural chuckle tickled the back of my neck. I shuddered from the sensation of hot breath and cold touch envelops me.

"That's right," he growled. "Call upon me, my dark mortal…"

You're probably wondering how I ended up here like this. Pinned between a wall and a 6-foot-tall god. Welp, it all started about 15 minutes ago. I was waiting for the clock to hit 6. My golden hour. The time I get to leave my shit job and go home. Nothing like leaving adulting behind and diving into a good smutty book. Sadly, someone had other plans.

I stared at the clock as it slowly ticked.

"Ten minutes," I sighed.

Closing my eyes, I sighed as I laid my head on top of the cool countertop.

Ding…

"Shit," I hissed.

Lifting my head, I said, "Hello, welcome to…"

My words were met with an empty sales floor.

"What the hell?"

I shook my head. Maybe I was officially losing my mind.

"I swore I heard the doorbell go off…"

My confusion was met with a sinister laugh. Dark, deep, and as rich as honey.

"Well, hello there my dark mortal…"

I turned around to face the direction of the voice to find no one there. I've always suspected my job was haunted but this was something else. The room turned cold.

"Ok spirit," I called out. "I've got like 8 minutes until I close the shop. I'll be out of your hair, and you can have this place all to yourself once I'm gone. Deal?"

I felt like a fool as I waited in silence for a response. When I received no response, I turned to head back to the backroom. As I turned, I felt something cold grab hold of me. I looked down at my wrist to see a pale hand appear out of thin air.

"Come now dark mortal, have you forgotten about me so easily?" the deep voice cooed. "I'm hurt that I'm so forgettable to you…"

"You," I hissed.

I tried to pull my hand free but was met with a dark laugh.

"Yes, it is I,"

Slowly, from the hand bone and flesh appeared outward from it. A thickly muscled arm turned into a bare chest and long ginger curls. Two piercing green eyes stared back at me.

"Tell me did you miss me?"

"NO!" I barked back. "Why would I miss you, you fucking ginger giant!"

He laughed at my words.

"None of my kind would call me a giant," he laughed. "But I guess to you my little mortal, I am larger than life."

He raised his eyebrows in amusement as I rolled my eyes.

"Come now, is that how you greet your godly lover,"

I smacked him across the face. His red hair danced as my hand collided with his face. He released my wrist. Now was my chance to run. I made a dash to the door but the floor beneath my feet began to melt. Sucking me into it. I reached for the shelf beside me, but it melted at my touch.

I continued to fall until I was up to my waist in a black ooze that the floor had become. I looked up at him, Loki. He watched in amusement as I tried to pull my body out of the darkness. The black liquid seeped through my clothes. They clung to me with reckless abandon. The cold touch of my clothes transformed into the sensation of a thousand hands latching onto me. Digging into my thighs, I tried to swat the hands away, but they only pulled me further down through the floor.

"Mind where you are hitting mortal, I might have to punish you tenfold for a second transgression," Loki said.

Loki snapped his fingers. I began to sink further. Up to my neck, the black liquid poured into my lungs. I struggled against the weight on my legs.

"I can't swim you ass hat!" I gasped as I felt a strong hand grab my ass. "Help me…"

Loki's green eyes looked down at me, hooded with desire.

"I am," he replied as he walked across the liquid floor.

Kneeling beside me. I spat the black liquid in his face. He smiles, inches from my face. I tried to respond but he put his fingers onto my lips.

"See you soon," he said.

And in a flash, he was gone, the god of mischief.

Darkness engulfed me.

I screamed.

Thud…

I hit the ground.

"Fuck me…"

"Oh gladly, my dark mortal,"

I open my eyes to a room with a lone chair lit by a light overhead.

SNAP…

Loki appears bathed in light. His red hair cascaded down a blue button-up shirt. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees.

"Well, well," he muttered as he pulled against a leopard print tie. "Took you long enough to get here. I was starting to wonder if my brother got to you…"

I stood to my feet and folded my arms against my chest.

"And I wish he had," I said coldly. "At least he'd let me…"

Before I could finish my sentence, Loki had left his seat. His icy hands were around my throat. Pressing in lightly, I gasped as the wind was knocked out of me as I hit the wall behind me.

"Let you what cum?" Loki laughed.

He pressed his massive body up against me. His eyes burned through me.

"We both know that's not what he does," he continued. "I, on the other hand, want to hear you scream my name as you cum in my hand… my cock…"

He pulled me away from the wall and closer to him.

"My mouth…"

"Never…" I gasped in defiance.

He tilted his head with a devilish grin only a frost giant could have. Swiftly, with one hand he pulled his tie off. While still holding me by my throat a second pair of hands appeared around me pinning me against the wall. He passes his tie from one set of hands to the other. Pulling it tautly, his eyes never left mine.

Haunted and hungry, he whispered, "Challenge accepted."

He grabbed the other end of the tie in his hand, he wrapped it around my neck. Swiftly he knotted the tie around my neck. The knot left room for it to be tightened with a flick of his wrist. Excitement raced through me. He knew me all too well. I hated it.

"And if I refuse?"

Loki tilted his head, amused at my words. He pulled the tie back. It tightened. I gasped. With his only free hand, he reached between my legs. My pants melted at his touch.

"Tsk, tsk, my dark mortal,"

A lone finger split me. I bit my lips to stop a moan from slipping from my mouth.

"Your wetness says otherwise,"

"I don't know what you're talking about, little man,"

Passion flared in his eyes. He flicked my clit. Electricity shot through me.

"Oh god…"

Loki stepped closer to me. Rubbing my clit in a rhythmic pattern with an agonizing pace.

"Mmmm, I like that my dark mortal," he growled into my ear.

His icy breath made my core tighten. I need to touch myself. I pulled against my restraints. He laughed, circling my clit faster with every tug.

"Say it again," he added breathlessly. "Say it again and I'll give you want you what."

"No," I said.

Another moan was building within my core from the pulsing. I tried to close my mouth, but he pulled the tie around my neck, forcing my mouth open. He always brought out the brat in me and he knew it. The brattier I was the harder he'd fuck me. And God knows I needed it. He took my refusal and made me eat it. He lifted my bond hands over my head and bit down my collarbone. My wet lips opened and the moan I was holding came out of my mouth.

"And there she is," he muttered. "My dark mortal…"

He kissed a trail of bit marks up my neck. Pinned between his four hands, I wanted more.

"You blue…"

Before I could finish his hand between my legs split me. Slipping two fingers inside me. My wet warmth welcomes him as he goes straight to my g-spot. My knees buckle.

"Come again, I can't quite hear you, my dark mortal," he added as he looked down at me. "What did you call me?"

He pulled his two fingers out of me completely before ramming them back inside.

"Loki…"

"Come now you can do better than that, my dark mortal…" he added.

His fingers were going in and out swiftly. My head fell back against the wall. Pleasure was taking over me.

"What do you call me?"

He pulled against his tie, forcing my head up. Our eyes met. His eyes glowed green between the crimson strains of hair that had fallen in his face. His clothes were gone and there was just his pale toned body before me.

"Daddy," I whispered.

My core was tightening around his fingers as they began to move faster and faster. He smiled as my hips rolled with his fingers. I was no longer in control of my body. He was. I was his. Every few strokes he'd pull his fingers out completely. I felt empty without them.

"Louder," he growled.

His thick callous fingers circled my aching pussy.

"Please…" I begged.

"Please what?"

He was so close. I moved my hips to force his fingers back inside me but he kept them just out of my reach.

"Said it, my dark mortal," he cooed.

It was a battle of wills and my pussy was throbbing. His grasp of my wrist tightened.

"I can stay like this all day, my day mortal," he taunted. "You on the other hand… You're not going to. I can feel you dripping on my fingers. If you want them. Say it."

My will broke.

"… Please, daddy,"

"A bit louder," he replied.

His lips were hovering over mine.

"PLEASE DADDY!"

"Good mortal,"

Suddenly, he thrust two fingers back inside me as he claimed my mouth. My wetness welcomed him. He felt so good. Each thrust of his hand brought the pleasure I craved. I was so close. My eyes started to lose as the sensation he was creating took over.

"KRISTEN LOOK AT ME!" he growled.

His voice was lower, deeper, and more demanding. My eyes shot open.

"Cum for me," he said as he tightened the tie tighter.

His fingers kept hitting my g-spot. I tried to fight it but the pressure was building to its peak.

"Cum for DADDY…"

He claimed my lips and I screamed into them. My pussy convulsed. He held his hand in place as he rested his head against my forehead. I felt me smile as my pussy pulsed around his fingers.

"Good mortal, that's it," he cooed.

My body grew weak and breathless.

"Feeling better, my dark mortal?" he asked as he pulled his fingers out of me.

I pouted. I missed him side of me. He leaned down and kissed me.

"Don't worry," he said. "I've got something else to full you up with…"

Buzz… buzz…