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      Published: 2014-03-07 Completed: 2014-03-14 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 15266
****** Lure of the Puerile Temptress (Twisted Loki Smut) ******
by Avalonmedieval
Summary
     Loki loves Jane’s child niece like a sister, but when she grows
     promiscuous and begins teasing him salaciously, he questions his
     morals and wonders just how long he can resist temptation. Lots of
     smut....
Notes
     This story is a fast-paced smut filled with explicit underage sex. It
     is a mixture of romance & lust.
     I wrote this after receiving so many requests on Dangerous Desires
     via Tumblr. Enjoy...
     I know some requests were for a darker Loki with probably a little
     younger female than I cast here, but I don't feel comfortable writing
     her too young. It is just not my cup of tea. And I just can't imagine
     Loki being aggressive or violent toward someone so young...Sorry...
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Morally Wrong *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Intoxicated and weary, Loki weaved through the dancers ready to call it a night
when he caught a glimpse of Baylee dancing with Ari and sucking down a chalice
of wine as if it were a baby bottle. Pausing, he considered marching over and
smacking her ass, but a split second later, he shrugged his shoulders
indifferently and continued to his bedchamber. He didn't give a damn about that
bitch Jane or her bratty teenage nieces. Jane should get off of Thor's dick and
watch them better. 
After a few hours of restless sleep, Loki woke groggy, his head-splitting, the
aftereffects of one too many shots. Yawning as he stretched, he glanced out the
open window. Damn, it is not even dawn, he mentally swore. He contemplated
laying back down, but knew he would be wasting his time; once awake he was
fully awake.
Splashing his face with cold water, he snagged a mug of coffee from the kitchen
and strolled out into the garden to watch the sunrise. Since his mother's
death, he often spent time in the garden. It had been her favorite place in the
kingdom. Her prize roses flourished as if she were there, still nurturing them.
Turning a corner, he heard a faint weeping echo beyond the flowers.
Holding his steamy mug, Loki glared at Baylee, knees to her chest, face buried
in her lap, sobbing softly. Damn, damn, damn, he was too tired for this. He
turned to leave, but stopped, shook his head as if scolding himself and went to
sit beside her.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a tone as if he really did not care, and he
didn't, taking a sip of the hot brew, relishing as it glazed his throat.
Baylee knew from his voice that it was Loki. She muttered "Nothing" not
bothering to lift her head from her lap. He was her sister's brother-in-law and
he was the last person who would care about her problems. In fact, Loki did not
care about much and it showed in his demeanor. She had spent almost an entire
summer in Asgard and Loki had probably uttered three words to her.
Midgardian teens and their pathetic drama. Loki shook his head and was about to
leave until he realized she was still wearing the gown from the night before
and it was ripped. Something inside lurched, instinctively he pressed his hand
to her back, now concerned. "Baylee look at me."
Slowly the 13 yr old mortal elevated her head and faced him, her pretty eyes
were scarlet, her cheeks raw from crying. She looked like a weeping angel.
"Tell me what happened to you." He ordered, but in a soft voice.
"I fell last night." She replied, eyes cast to the ground, shame-washed,
turning her face from him as if trying to conceal a shameful secret.
Loki captured her chin, forcing her to look him in the eye. His mind
whirling, Ari, she had been dancing with Ari last night. The boy had a
reputation for having a short fuse much like his father. "Did Ari hurt you?"
Her pretty face fell, tears streaming from her pale blue eyes. "He wanted me to
walk with him to the stables...to check on his stallion...and he...he.." Her
little voice faded, choking on a sob.
Loki felt his stomach churn, his gut boiling with anger. Baylee was just a
child! "What did he do to you?"
"He tried to kiss me and I said no, but he grabbed me...and kissed me...he hurt
me!" She flung herself into Loki, burying her face into his chest, sobbing
uncontrollably. Loki wrapped his arms around her, protectively. Nothing panged
his heart more than the sound of feminine tears.
"Baylee, I know you are upset, but love, I need you to tell me, what he did to
you? Did he hurt you down there?" If she replies yes, not even Odin can stop me
from cutting off his dick and forcing the hot-headed whelp to eat it. Loki
mental swore.
"No. He just kissed me and when I fought, he shoved me down."
Loki caressed her a few minutes before pushing her erect. "Tell me the truth,
is that all he did to you?"
"Yes, that is it" and then her pretty eyes went wild with a sudden terror.
Shaking from head to toe, she grabbed his hands. "Please, Loki, don't tell
anyone! Don't tell Jane! She can't know! I will be in so much trouble!"
Loki stroked her face, wiping her tears away. "Don't worry child, it will be
our little secret. Ok?"
She nodded vigorously. She was so beautifully naive. Ari wanted to check in on
a horse in the middle of the night...mortal girls were too gullible. He smiled,
hiding the fact that in about ten minutes he was going to give Ari the beating
of his life.
"I saw you last night, drinking and dancing too close with Ari. You and your
cousins were misbehaving."
She tried to look away, but Loki would not let her.
"He always called me a baby and I wanted to show him that I wasn't….Did I
deserve what happened?"
Tears bloomed again, threatening to stream from her eyes.
Loki smiled, shaking his head no. "No, and you are right, you are not a baby
girl anymore, so it is time to start thinking like a big girl. No more
drinking, no more dancing with boys older than yourself, and never ever sneak
off into the darkness with any male. You could have been hurt."
She whimpered, "I liked him. I thought I could trust him."
"Some advice from my experience; never trust anyone, not even the people
closest to you."
Baylee captured his gaze. He had been hurt by someone he loved, someone who
should have loved him. She could read it in his eyes and it saddened her.
"Thank you, Loki. I will remember that." She hugged him sweetly.
Loki hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. He did not much care affection and
certainly not with Midgardian children, but he still hugged her, comforting
her. "Go inside and change before the castle wakes."
Baylee darted away. Loki smiled menacing, it was time to teach Ari a lesson he
would never forget.
 
 
The next afternoon, Loki poked his head out his bedchamber door to Baylee
beaming of smiles, holding out a vanilla cupcake with pink sprinkles.
"I baked it just for you; a thank you for keeping my secret."
Loki grinned. "I love sweets. Thank you, Baylee, and you are welcome."
Loki accepted the cupcake, but along with the gift came a big hug from Baylee.
"Thor is taking us back to Earth, I mean Midgard, today, so this is goodbye
until next summer."
Loki winked at her. "Remember the advice I gave you, little one."
Loki inhaled the cupcake, smiling; she was a cute kid. Frigga would have liked
her. His mother had always wanted a girl.
Chapter End Notes
     So Loki is Loki. He doesn't care about much, but when he thinks that
     a child has been immorally violated, his good-hearted instincts take
     over.
***** Like a Sister *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The next year, Baylee and her cousins returned to Midgard excited to live a
summer like little princesses. Baylee was 14 now and just in the midst of
puberty. Her cousins, Ashley and Tiffany, were 15 and 16, and more developed.
While they were best of friends as children, they tended to ignore Baylee now,
calling her a little girl and saying that she would not understand the things
they liked to talk about.
Loki noticed that everytime he turned around Baylee was near. Today, she
watched him train his platoon. He had just dropped an Asgardian knight to his
knees. She clapped and cheered him on.
Smiling egotistically, Loki came to her side.
"You are like a chivalrous knight in shining armour, Prince Loki."
Loki chucked at her naive impression. He was not even close to chivalrous. "Why
aren't you playing with you cousins?"
Baylee kicked out her foot in a childish manner. "They said they are too old to
play."
Loki knew what it was like to be ignored, treated as an outsider. "You are
never too old to play. Have you been drinking anymore?"
Baylee's big baby girlish eyes grew wide. "NO!" she exclaimed. "I only tried it
that one night because Ari dared me."
"What about dancing? Have you been dancing with boys older than yourself?"
Now her cheeks flamed scarlet. "No! I've been good!"
Loki popped her on the knee playfully, "Alright then, I shall reward you."
Baylee did not grant him time to finish. She jumped down from the side of the
arena, clasping Loki's hands. "Eww! What kind of reward?"
Loki peered a good foot and a half down at her petite figure. "I will play a
game with you. Your choice."
Baylee squealed with delight. Loki could not help but chuckle, she was
adorable.
"Hide and seek! It is my favorite!"
Loki allowed her to lead him into the forest. "You will have to teach me how to
play as I am unfamiliar with Midgard games."
Loki had only meant to grant her his attention for a few minutes to cheer her
up, but ended up chasing her until dark. She brought out the rambunctious
youthful boy that he had not seen in years making him forget his meager
existence in Asgard.
And that was how it begun. Hide and seek turned into chase and then late nights
of chess and cards. Every morning, he took her riding and most afternoons, he
found she made a pleasant walking companion to explore the forest with. Some
days, he strolled her on the lake in his boat and some rainy evenings, he
taught her a few simple magic tricks.
The summer quickly faded and Loki dreaded to see her leave him. He had grown
close to her as one would a kid sister. She was honest, sweet, pure, and best
of all, completely devoted to Loki.
 
One afternoon while enjoying the sun on the lake, Baylee drew close to Loki,
propping her chin on his chest as she often did when they talked. Loki did not
seem to mind, he was used to her hanging all over him. "I want to ask you a
serious question."
Loki yelped, "Oh no, not serious" bursting into laughter, he continued. "Ask me
anything, little one."
"Does sex hurt?"
His laughter died. She had never asked him anything like this before. "Baylee,
I am not sure I should be talking to you about such subjects."
Baylee pouted her pouty lips knowing that Loki could not resist it when she
done that. "You said I could ask you anything." She shot back.
Loki bit his lip. He did say that. "Yes, it hurts a female, but only the first
couple of times."
"Why?"
Loki glanced down, not sure how to answer, not sure if he wanted to answer.
"Because the man has to stretch a woman's canal to accept his size."
Baylee clasped her knees together, squeezing her legs tightly as if imagining
the pain. "If it only hurts the first few times, why do women cry out during it
long after their first?"
Now Loki scolded her, feeling exceedingly uncomfortable. "Baylee! How do you
know women cry out?"
She sat erect, turning her face from him.
Loki sat up. He knew when she did that that she was trying to conceal something
from him. He turned her to face him. "Answer me."
Shyly, she replied. "I know someone who did it and she told me."
"A friend of yours?"
Baylee shook her head yes.
Now Loki frowned, utilizing a reprehensive tone. "Your friends are too young to
be doing adult things! You should not have sex until you are grown and in
love."
Meekly, she asked, batting her long sooty lashes, "Are you in love with Disa?"
Loki flinched. He had been secretly fucking Disa all summer. He had taken care
to hide her from his father knowing he would not approve of him using the
blacksmith's daughter to satisfy his needs. "No, I am not. And why would you
ask me such a question?" And how in the hell did she know? He used a magic
shield to gain Disa access to his room.
Baylee shoved him to his back, straddling his abdomen, giggling as she tickled
him. "I am just playing, Loki! Why are you being all serious?"
What a relief...Laughing, Loki tossed her over, conquering her in the tickle
match.
 
After dinner, she found him in the garden as she did most nights. And like
every night, she bounced loudly across the river stone walkway and covered his
eyes from behind, giggling, "Guess who?" And like every night, Loki guessed
wrong on purpose to set her off.
She always corrected him knowing he liked to tease her, and massaged his tensed
shoulders from behind. Loki sighed, having overindulged on an aged brew Odin
had served at dinner.
"Are you tired tonight?"
"No, I am intoxicated."
Giggling, Baylee skipped around to his front and crawled into his lap like she
normally did. "I thought you said it was bad to get drunk?"
Loki laid his head back, eyes closed. "It is wrong for children, but not for
adults."
"So I guess this means no Norse god story tonight?"
Baylee had become addicted to his nightly stories before bedtime. Before her
mother had started dating, she had read Baylee a bedtime story nightly, now she
was too busy dating or talking on the phone to one of her lovers.
Loki grunted as if he wanted to sleep, but he was not about to send Baylee to
bed with this being her last night in Asgard for the summer. "Baby, you tell me
one. I want to see if you have been listening."
"You know I listen to everything you tell me." She declared and then laid her
dainty head against his chest and retold her favorite tale. When she finished,
she asked, "Will you miss me, Loki?"
Glossy eyed, Loki peered up at her. "You know I will. You are my baby girl."
She smiled her usual precious smile, the smile she reserved only for Loki and
pecked him innocently on the cheek like she did every night to bid him
goodnight. He smiled and closed his eyes, relaxing.
Slowly, she drew her lips to his mouth, kissing him as a woman would, firm and
passionately. She had seen her mother do this countless times. She knew exactly
what she was doing.
Drunk and dazed, Loki ran his hand up her spine before he realized what she was
doing. He flung his eyelids open, jerking away. "Baylee, no!"
Baylee fled from him, sobbing as she raced across the garden, hurt and
embarrassed.
Loki bent over, his insides churning, nausea flooding his soul. It took him a
second to contain his emotions and when he did, he felt even sicker. He had
handled the situation badly, wounding her childish heart. Fighting the urge to
go to her bedchamber to tell her he was sorry, he dashed to his feet and picked
her some flowers. He planned to have a talk with her in the morning before she
left and explain that he loved her as a kid sister, nothing more. The last
thing he wanted was to hurt Baylee, but it was for her good. She could not go
around thinking that it was condonable to kiss grown men. God knows that her
slut of a mother would not teach her and a dog bore more motherly instincts
than Jane.
Loki never got the opportunity to set things right between him and Baylee.
Because of his overindulgence on wine, he slept the day away, missing the
chance to tell her goodbye. She was gone now. He would not see her for another
year.
Chapter End Notes
     The thought of child molestation makes Loki utterly sick.
     If you think that you have read these words before, you probably
     have. A user on AO3 has copied entire sections of my story and
     changed the names, posting it as her own.
***** Not Longer a Child *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
After a year of regret, Loki paced back and forth eager to make amends with his
little Baylee. He had an exquisite necklace made for her from a magic star, all
neatly wrapped just waiting to see her smile her beautiful smile when she
opened it.
Thor would be back any minute with her and he could barely stand the wait. Loki
hid in his room, not wanting to look less a man in front of his family. After
Frigga's death, his heart froze until Baylee melted it. She was about the only
thing he loved in his life.
Finally he heard the horn blow and knew Thor had returned with his little
divine angel. Loki concealed the gift in his pocket and made haste downstairs
to find that Baylee decided not to spend her summer in Asgard with her cousins.
Heart heavy, Loki returned to his room throwing the gift into the trash. She
must hate him for the pain he invoked in her last summer. He knew too well what
it was like to be heartbroken by the one you loved. He had never meant to wound
her heart. A wound could burrow into one's heart, scarring the soul forever.
This he knew first hand.
 
It was another year before Baylee returned to Asgard, but this time, there was
no gift. Loki did not pace before her arrival. In fact, she had escaped his
mind over the course of time. When the horn summoned, he was pounding a pretty
maid's ass, bent on climax after a long, hard day of training his knights how
to slaughter dragons.
Afterwards, he bathe and enjoyed a cup of tea before going to see Baylee at
dinner.
Loki entered the dining hall, pausing when his eyes fell upon her. He sucked in
a startled breath. He could not believe his eyes. At 16, she was no longer the
little girl Loki remembered. Although still short and petite, her baby fat had
melted, replaced with curves so lush that even a holy man would blush and a set
of perfectly firm breasts that were way more than a mouthful. Her dark hair had
grown to her waist, her flesh silky and boasting of a dark Midgardian tan. She
was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on, utterly
breathtaking..
She ignored him as he sat down next to her, her naturally foxy eyes glued to a
young knight who stood guard at the side of the room.
"Baylee?"
Taking a few seconds to acknowledge Loki, Baylee slowly turned her head to face
him. She blinked her sooty lashes as if she bore no memory of him or their
happy times together, and then smiled as if she caught her mistake. "Prince
Loki! How good to see you." Before Loki could say anything else, she turned her
face from him and started talking to Thor, praising him on his recent victory,
granting him the attention that she never had before.
Loki's lips melted into a frown; his little Baylee was truly gone.
 
For the next few days, Baylee behaved as if Loki had never existed. The act
hurt Loki at first, but by now he had grown used to it. Everyone grows up and
his Baylee Bug was no different from everyone else.
He had just dropped a new recruit to the his knees when he heard the familiar
clap. Turning, Loki found her sitting in her old spot on the edge of the arena
fence, her legs thrown over the side dangling back and forth. Loki could not
resist, he smiled and made his way to stand before her.
"I see my little fan has returned." He greeted her warmly.
Baylee smiled that angelic smile that he loved and replied "You will find that
I am not so little anymore."
Loki cringed; gods, how he had missed that sweet little smile and her
unadulterated affection.
She then batted her eyes, the gesture causing Loki's gaze to drop. She wore an
exceedingly short sundress, legs spread wide without panties, the garment
raised slightly revealing her groin.
Loki quickly tore his eyes from her as a shiver spiraled down through the head
of his cock.
"Enjoy this show. I have to get back to my men." He snapped rashly.
Loki fled, ashamed of his body's reaction to the little girl he loved as a baby
sister.
 
At dinner, Loki tried hard to resist peeking at Baylee. He felt her coy eyes on
his body and wondered if she had purposely exposed herself to him this
afternoon. He had only looked for a second, but long enough to noticed that her
tiny cunt was tight and hairless donning a rosy pink seam; beautiful. The kind
of cunt men thirsted for.
He glanced at her meeting her pristine smile, she looked like a delicate angel;
innocent and pure. Loki suddenly felt ashamed that he had ever thought such an
ethereal soul would ever seep to such licentious acts.
He smiled brotherly at her and in return she winked, sucking in her bottom lip,
bringing attention to her plump soft pink lips.
Loki glanced away, gulping a huge swallow of his wine. It was as if she knew
that he bore a fetish for thick lips. Again, he scolded his thoughts. Damn; he
was thinking like some sick pervert lusting after a little girl. He hadn't felt
this diseased since the night she kissed him.
 
Later that night, she found him in the garden, his legs were sprawled open,
head back gazing at the stars. He smiled feeling her delicate, warm hands
wrapping around his eyes just like old times.
"Guess who?" She purred.
"Hmm..I don't know...Thor?"
Sliding her fingers down to his shoulders massaging him, she cooed. "You know
better."
Something deep inside warned Loki not to do it, but he did it anyway. He
reached behind, collecting her tiny hand and led her around to his front. "I
have missed my little Baylee Bug."
"As I have missed my Prince Loki." She whispered.
"How is your mother?" He inquired.
"The same, hopping from one man to the next."
Loki grimaced, feeling sorry for her. "And your father? Have you seen him?"
Baylee shook her head sadly, pain glistening in her eyes. "Not since the
divorce."
Loki regretted asking, not wanting to cause her more suffering. Father betrayal
was another thing they had in common. "What do you have?" Loki asked noticing a
strange machine looking book in her hand.
Giggling, Baylee showed him her I-pad. "It is like a computer. It plays music
and videos. I know, let me play a song for you. Everytime I hear it, it reminds
me of you. It is like my song to you."
Loki smiled, nodding remembering how she like to dance.
"Listen to the words." She ordered, sassy.
"You're so hypnotizing
Could you be the devil?
Could you be an angel?"
Loki laughed. Yes, she was describing him perfectly.
"They say, be afraid
You're not like the others
Futuristic lover
Different DNA
They don't understand you."
Baylee danced a little in front of him, lip syncing the words as if putting on
a private show for him.
"Boy, you're an alien
Your touch so foreign
It's supernatural
Extraterrestrial"
Baylee's dance grew somewhat lewd compared to Asgard's standards. Her motion
slow and sensual as she thrust her hips as if riding a man's cock.
With the next verse, she acted the words out, kissing him all over his face
with innocent little pecks.
"Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me
Infect me with your love and
Fill me with your poison"
Loki chuckled, finding her little act amusing.
Giggling, Baylee sat on his lap, and sung:
"Take me, ta-ta-take me
Wanna be a victim
Ready for abduction"
The song over, she ran her fingers down his cheeks, his smile melting as he
captured the desire in her alluring gaze.
"Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison" She whispered sensually
holding his eyes.
What exactly did she mean by fill me with your poison? Surely not...Loki placed
his hand to the middle of her back wondering if she was purposely trying to
arouse him. Confused and conflicted, he whispered "I need to get some rest. I
have an early practice in the AM."
Baylee puckered her pouty lips and made a booing sound. "Ok...Sleep well!" She
said the last perky, nipping at his bottom lip before skittering away as if
purposely swaying her shapely hips.
Loki cursed, rubbing the ache from his stiffening cock, the unrelenting
sickening sensations washing over him for his immoral thoughts. Baylee had no
idea how intoxicating she looked. She was an immature child in a woman's body
not realizing the promiscuousness of her nature. Loki tried to convince
himself, not wanting to blame her for inflaming the forbidden thirst that raged
in the pit of his loins.
 
Loki handed his sword to his manservant and glanced up to see Baylee dressed in
a pair of booty shorts and an overly tight tee bouncing in his direction.
"Take me riding!"
Loki bowed, agreeing to her command.
When the manservant led out two horses, she shook her head. "I am afraid to
ride by myself. I want to ride with you, like we used to do."
Loki tossed her on his horse and mounted in front of her. "Where to, my lady?"
"Um...to the waterfall."
Loki dug his heel in his stallion racing into the secluded forest. Baylee
squealed with delight, begging him to go faster. He obeyed loving the wild,
reckless side of her.
Nearing the falls, she scooted forward, tightening the grip of her arms around
his waist, pressing her bouncing breast to his back side, grinding her groin
into his rear. Immediately, Loki scurried forward only to have her follow until
there was no room left from him to edge forward. Damn, he growled in his
throat. She had to know what she was doing.
Loki held his body rigid, forcing his mind not to sway into sinful desires.
With each gallop, her full breast slapped against him, her crotch rutting
against his back. The memory of her tight threshold clinging at the back of his
mind, he swallowed hard, only a few more yards to the falls.
Finally, he reached behind and helped her dismount.
"It is as beautiful as I remembered! Oh, I have missed this place so much!" She
exclaimed racing toward the falls shedding her clothes.
Loki slowed his breathing as she pulled her tee over her head, her generous
breast barely covered by the lacy bra she wore. Loki grunted as she peeled her
shorts down revealing a bright red thong, her silky firm cheeks completely
exposed and jiggling as she sprinted. She bore the body of a goddess, but the
virtue of an angel.
She dove in and when she resurfaced, she scolded Loki for remaining on the
rocks above.
He shook his head. "I am not in the mood to swim today."
Pouting, she wailed like a fussy toddler. "Loki! You have not seen me in two
years and this is how you treat me!"
Loki smiled. "You swim and I will watch."
"That is not fun! Please come in and make it like old times. I have missed you
so much."
She did the silly pouty thing with her lips and within seconds Loki found
himself in his undershorts diving down to her.
She shrieked, splashing him, baiting him to chase her. Loki obliged, playing
her game, splashing her, pursuing her until he subdued her.
It had all been innocent fun until he caught her. She turned on him, wrapping
her legs around his waist, pressing her barely clad cunt to his groin, her wet
breast tantalizing his flesh with the tide of the water. Baylee clung to him,
her arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes, the sun warming their entwined
bodies.
"Baylee...You are not a child anymore." Immoral gloom filling his heart.
Feeling him harden, she grinded herself against his cock, enticing him,
stimulating him.
"You are right. I'm not." She purred, voice oozing of seduction.
That was it. He knew then all of these presumed innocent actions had been
inflicted on purpose. He was not about to give into her reckless game. Loki
captured her arms and unleashed himself from them. He set her aside,
withdrawing from the water.
"Get dressed."
"Loki…" She whimpered with desire.
"Now!" he growled, turning his back on her to dress.
Chapter End Notes
     If you think that you have read these words before, you probably
     have. A user on AO3 has copied entire sections of my story and
     changed the names, posting it as her own.
***** I Touch Myself *****
After Baylee's little ploy at the falls, Loki had tried to quench the fire she
kindled in the belly of one the maids that served his needs, but found himself
unable to reap satisfaction. Loki realized then it was time to break away and
retreated on a hunting trip to allow the tension to cool between him and
Baylee. When he returned two days later, she behaved as if nothing out of the
ordinary had occurred between them.
With the rain, Loki did not venture into the garden after dinner, instead he
wandered into the library where he found a giggling Baylee laying in front of
the fireplace with her two cousins.
"Loki, come look!" she beamed.
Loki sat down on the floor with them and joined their amusement by watching
funny videos that Baylee had downloaded from something called YouTube back in
Midgard.
Loki admired Baylee as she giggled full of childish bliss. She was even more
enchanting when she laughed. Bewitched, soon the resentment for her cunning
scheme at the falls forgiven. Her face was flawless, her flesh silky, she was
perfect in every way. If he had not had loved her as a child and met her when
she was a few years older, he could easily fall in love with her.
"You Midgardians do the silliest things." Loki joked with her making her laugh
louder.
"You know you like it." She teased back.
"I do" he said, kissing her forehead to bid her goodnight. She reminded him of
happy times from long ago with his mother and brother, before he learned the
truth of his parentage. They were once a happy family, and now his mother was
dead because she sacrificed her life for that bitch Jane and all for
Thor; always Thor.
 
An hour later, Baylee knocked on Loki's door. He had been in his room wondering
how he ever succumbed to agreeing to remain in Asgard and serving Odin, a
father who was never really his father, a father who never loved him.
"Yes?" He greeted her with an illusion that he was happy; always illusions….
She handed him the I-pad. "I made you a goodnight video. Watch it when you get
into bed and it will help you sleep." She placed her hands on his chest and
acted as if she was crawling up him. Chuckling, he lowered himself knowing she
was trying to kiss him goodnight. She pecked him sweetly on his chin and dashed
off, her hips swaying as she ran.
Loki relaxed in a searing tub of water relishing a cup of soothing herbal brew
before bed. He wasn't quite sure what to perceive of Baylee anymore. One
minute, she behaved like a prurient little vixen and in the next, a mischievous
child on the brink of adulthood. She turned him hot, there was no denying that.
He had never thought he could be sexually attracted to her, but he was and it
sickened him.
After his bath, he almost forgot her video. Knowing she would question him come
morning, he withdrew from his bed of silk sheets, collected the odd little
machine, and collapsed back down with a grunt. He pressed the play button
expecting some illogical Midgard humor, gasping when he feasted his eyes on a
woman pinned between two cocks, sobbing lustfully. Within seconds his organ
hardened beckoning for release. The video lasted just long enough for him to
shoot a wad of searing cum on to his clean bed sheets.
But with release did not hail slumber, Loki tossed and turned half of the night
away, thoughts and emotions whirling. Baylee and the urges that she invoked
within him haunting his rest. Baylee had watched that video and she wanted him
to watch it. It was clear what she had on her vigorous mind. Did she want him
to fuck her or was she simply playing a teasing game? He wasn't sure anymore
about her and even if he wanted to resist her. The darkness once again creeping
into his soul.
 
Loki had just finished his morning coffee on the balcony when Baylee plopped
down beside him still dressed in her pajama shorts. "Did you like the video?"
"Why did you give me that?" He asked, his voice tight.
She smirked and raised her knee to her rest her chin so that her hairless cunt
peeked from the super short pajamas. "Answer my question first. Did you like
it?"
Loki no longer resisted the urge, he glared appreciating the beauty between her
legs and made no secret about it.
She smiled smugly as he fell prey to her hunt. She dropped her knee lower so
that he could grasp a better view. They remained in silence for a few moments
with her watching him glare at her groin.
Loki licked his lips, drawing his eyes back to her kiss-provoking lips. "Yes."
Sensual, his voice now reflecting lust.
A servant entered with Loki's breakfast generating Baylee to close her legs
quickly. She giggled childishly, bounced up and collected her I-pad. "Hope you
enjoyed the show, my lord." She called over her shoulder.
 
Loki worked his warriors brutally, earning a sweat, his body carving exertion.
Afterwards, he bathed and found himself sitting in front of Baylee at dinner
where she constantly oozed her foot into his groin area, recklessly as if
daring to be caught by eagle eye Jane. Loki shoved her foot away, but each time
she bounced back intent to arouse him.
Tonight was different, instead of strolling to the garden to star-gaze where
Baylee would come to tease him, Thor and Odin asked Loki to withdraw to the
library where they discussed some new ideas regarding Asgard's defenses over
brandy. Loki was not even sure why they invited him. True, he served as general
as part of the pact he had negotiated with them when they made a truce and he
agreed to remain in Asgard as Thor convinced Odin and Loki that this was what
Frigga would have wanted. Loki had agreed in his mother's memory.
When they finished, it was well past midnight.
Loki scurried to his bedchamber praying that Baylee would grant him one night
of rest. She was literally driving him crazy. He had not felt such twisted
darkness since his attack on New York. He did not want to revert into the man
he used to be. That person had shamed his mother.
The coast was clear until he entered his bed where he found the I-pad left by
Baylee. He grinned, this time eager to see what obscene video she desired him
to see. Loki loved sex and this porn thing was one of the few Midgardian
inventions he liked. The knowing that she liked it too made it even hotter.
But this time it not a video downloaded from Midgard internet, it was a home
video up close of Baylee, naked, spread eagle fondling herself. Loki hit the
stop button, his heart racing, sickness engulfing him. He stood from the bed
and begin to pace. As he paced, he glanced at the I-pad, dark urges shouting in
the back of his mind contradicting the sickness.
Not as self disciplined as he would like to be, he allowed his twisted nature
to rear its naughty head. Fuck it, he wanted to watch her get off. He sank back
to his bed, sprawled his legs apart, and pressed play. His shaft came alive
soaking up her lewd display. She spread her legs around the camera, arching her
back so that her tits perched, with one hand she parted her folds while the
other manipulated her clit. Erotically, she moaned sliding her finger down her
lush little seam and into her taut hole. Moisture glistened on her inner meat,
slicking the pink velvet. Next, she inserted an artificial penis, thrusting in
and out so that it generated sloshing sounds. Loki moaned, intensifying his own
thrusts. She withdrew the toy and licked it and inserted it back inside her
constricting hole. Loki's mouth watered, thirsting to taste Baylee's juice. Now
rapidly fucking herself with the rubber penis, she quickened her finger on her
clit, crying out as she did. Loki spat on his cock, vigorously stroking, eyes
glued to Baylee's clenching rear muscles. She was a hot little thing who knew
exactly how to please herself. Soon, she reflected that she was about to cum.
"Baylee" he whispered focusing on the now sobbing girl as she thrashed her head
back and forth until she suddenly tore the toy from her cunt so that the camera
could catch her squirt. "Fuck!" Loki growled, erupting a stream of his own
cream.
Suddenly shame-washed, Loki dropped to his side. He felt disgusted as if he had
just molested his little Baylee. Unable to sleep, he peered into the night sky.
The darkness now tearing into the light of his soul. It made him sick, but he
wanted her in the most god-awful way.
 
The next morning, Loki slouched groggy headed from lack of slumber under the
balcony outside his bedchamber. He squinted, the sun hurting his eyes. He was
waiting for her knowing she would come for the I-pad and his reaction. He had
prepared a stern speech about what was acceptable between them and what not,
but she never came.
Angry, Loki left the I-pad on his bed and left to train his men. When he
returned, the pad was missing. She knew he was pissed which was why she was
obviously avoiding him.
He also found her vacant from dinner. Good, he thought, at least now he could
eat in peace. His irritation consuming his comfort, he decided to drown himself
in ale at dinner in hopes of getting some shut-eye tonight.
Skipping the garden, he went to his balcony to finish off a bottle before bed.
He was sucking it down when she surprised him wearing only a thin, almost
translucent slip, revealing everything her body had to offer by the glow of the
moon.
"How did you get out here? I locked my door." He growled in a voice slurring of
overindulgence.
She flashed him a mischievous smile. "You taught me a bit of magic, remember?"
Baylee pulled a chair to sit in front of his sprawled out body. She straddled
the chair backwards so that he had clear view of her pantyless groin.
He ignored her intimate display, focusing on her face. "Why in the hell did you
give me that video?" His voice glazing anger.
"Did you like it?" She asked smiling, fluttering her midnight lashes.
Loki sighed. "Answer my question, Baylee."
"I will when you answer mine!" She snapped defiantly, punching the chair in a
childish tantrum.
Loki remained silent, trying hard to focus on her blurry face. He was too
intoxicated to deal with her tonight.
"Let me help you" She said, standing and pressing a slow song on the I-pad
before straddling his lap.
"Baylee…." he warned.
"So you can see me better. Now answer me, did you like it?"
Loki ran his hand up her spine intimately, his cock hardening. "Yes." He
hissed, watching her nipples grow erect underneath the sleek slip.
She made a sexy sound between her lips resembling a purr, licking her lips.
Loki caressed her back, "Tell me why you wanted me to watch you."
Baylee moved her hips a bit so that her bare cunt rested perfectly on his rock-
hard cock. She could feel it jerk, begging to be free of its cloth bonds. She
lowered her lips to his ear, blowing softly on his neck as she whispered, "So
that you could see me the way I used to watch you."
Loki cocked his head. He was drunk, maybe he did not hear her correctly.
"What?"
"When I was a little girl, after you taught me the veil trick, my cousins and I
used to watch you fuck Disa from your balcony. I used to rub myself raw
watching you thrust into her, wishing it was me beneath you."
Loki laid his face against her lips inhaling her breath like fresh snow. What
she admitted was sinfully wrong, but it turned him hot like flame-licked coals.
"God, Baylee…"
"Did you fuck yourself while watching me?" She asked, rolling her tongue to the
corner of her mouth and biting down awaiting his answer.
"Baylee" was all Loki could mutter, his heart pounding. This was wrong. He knew
better.
"Answer me." She demanded..
"Yes." He replied as if bewitched, his soul growing dark and fathomless like
the witching hour.
"Let me dance for you, Loki."
Loki laid his head back allowing her to sweep her hips to the beat of the
music. She moaned feeling his cock swell full extent. "Loki, I feel you." She
purred, rocking her hips, rutting against his hardness.
"You are playing a dangerous game, Baylee." Loki growled, his cock throbbing
for affection.
"I am not playing, my prince." She giggled. "I want you."
"I am not fucking you, Baylee. I am not taking this that far."
"Then let me fuck myself." She said, drawing one knee up so that she could
tantalize her cunt in his view while still grinding her ass on his lap.
Loki watched her stroke her fingers in a circular motion. He inhaled, relishing
the savory scent of her feminine odor so close to him. The scent making his
mouth water.
"Do you like the way I smell?" She asked, fingering herself faster.
"Yes, baby." Loki replied, now thrusting against her, tempted to free himself
and thrust his lust up inside her like she begged.
She sank her finger in her hole, withdrawing droplets, and sticking it in
Loki's mouth. "Do you like my taste?"
"Mmm.." Loki muttered, sucking her fingers, pushing up her dress so that he
could fondle her rear cheeks while watching her masturbate. Her rear cupped
perfectly in his strong hands as if she had been specially made for him.
"Aye" she moaned, viciously fucking her clit. "Put your finger in me. Fill me."
Loki obeyed, thrusting his middle finger up into her sweltering hole, finger
fucking to her rhythm. She was deliciously tight, hot, and wet. The things he
could do to a cunt like hers...His shaft painful hurt, his head span, his
entire body tensed with a yearning ache to do everything his mind cried out
for.
Her moans evolved into lusty sobs. Ass shaking, body rippling, she opened her
contorted mouth, pressing her lips to Loki's, moaning, breathing heavy into his
mouth. He poked his tongue out, licking her lips as she sobbed, ladling her
drool. She wailed loudly, shaking from head to toe as she climaxed. She quickly
stood and plowed her pussy down on to Loki mouth encouraging him to drink her.
Loki dug his fingers into her rear flesh, grinding her against his face,
burying his tongue up into her, slurping up her creamy essence. She tasted
fantastic. He groaned, flicking his tongue, he could not get enough of her.
She laughed breathlessly as she sank back down on his lap. "Let me suck you."
She said, rubbing his shaft.
"No!" Loki snapped, removing her from his body. Allowing her to get off on him
was one thing, but he was not about to let her take this game to such a
perverse level.
"What the fuck? You want me! It shows!" She shot, grabbing his aroused manhood
brutally, trying to force him to expel himself.
"Fuck, Baylee..You are just a fucking kid! I am not about to ram my cock up
into your belly!" Loki shoved her harder than he meant to.
"Your hard cock doesn't think me a child!" She bellowed, slamming his door.
Enraged, Loki marched to the maid's quarters, grabbing the first one he saw,
flinging her face first over a chair, hiking up her dress, and impaling his
anger into her dry core. She cried out from the assault, but did not try to
flee. It was Esja and she was used to Loki's erratic fucks. She knew come
morning that he would well compensate her.
Loki fucked the slender maid hard and quick, his eyes closed envisioning
Baylee's tight little cunt on the other end of his cock. He could still smell
her, taste her, feel her warm flesh. She was magnificent. Snarling, he jerked
out of the maid, erupting his salty liquid into her gaping mouth.
Cock flagging, but desire for Baylee still raging. It had to be Baylee; no one
else could salt his appetite. The fire she had conjured was insatiable and only
she could quell the flames.
***** Hurt Me *****
The next day, Loki decided to spend the day inspecting the outer villages and
when he returned to the castle at night, he ordered dinner served in his
bedchamber. Avoiding Baylee was his only peace. If he slipped with Baylee, the
would plummet the rest of the way, back into the darkness that once ruled his
life.
After bathing, he stepped out on his moonlit balcony for a breath of night air
and to enjoy a glass of wine. Standing by the edge, he closed his eyes allowing
the night breeze to lull his freshly washed flesh, rippling his lengthy moist
hair. Hearing a faint murmur riding the wind from below, he glanced down to
discover Baylee, naked, the moonlight blushing her flesh, sitting on top of a
lawn table, her legs spread with her cousin Ashley kneeling between. Tiffany,
also naked, reclined to Baylee's left, her head bent, slurping on Baylee's
nipple.
At first sight, revulsion flourished in the pit of Loki's stomach, but after a
few breathless moments, he lowered his glass, placing it on the ledge, and
withdrew his throbbing cock. By this time, Baylee had thrown her head back,
body in an exaggerated arch, thrusting her hips against Ashley's tongue. A
groan escaped the god's throat, stroking himself, picturing himself between her
firm legs, mauling into that beautiful, dripping cunt that she so frequently
flashed at him.
Tiffany presses Baylee flat on the table, crawling to straddle her belly so
that she can get a firm grip on Baylee's folds, parting them so that her clit
is vulnerable to Ashley's rampant mouth. Loki could hear Baylee's faint moans
evolving to rhythmatic sobs. Knowing she was about to climax, Loki intensified
his speed, doubling over with one hand supporting his weight on the rail. Now
she was wailing, not giving a fuck who heard or saw them. Grinding his nails
into the stone wall, cracking them, Loki spewed on to the wall as Baylee's
beautiful body convulsed.
Tiffany fell on top of Ashley pressing her to the ground in a fit of kisses and
giggles. Baylee sat erect, peering up at Loki knowing he watched, rubbing her
nipples, legs spread, her sap seeping to her thighs. Loki held her gaze. She
had planned this right below his chamber on purpose. She blew him a kiss and
then motioned with her finger curled for him to come down and join them. Loki
cast her an angry face and retreated into his bedchamber, pulling the curtains
closed. Now spunt, he could not look upon her face anymore.
 
The morning sky was cloudy bearing the smell of lurking rain. Insects danced in
the mist, wings shimmering like star beams. Morning dew blanketed the vines
crawling up Loki's baloney. He reclined, perplexed, listening to crickets
summon the rain with a tranquil lullaby. His mind weary, he exhaled watching
his breath fog rise by the chill in the air.
Baylee, uninvited, broke his moment of solitude, taking a seat beside him, her
arms crossed over her chest, her facial features in a huff. "Are you still
mad?"
Loki glared at her, no longer able to see his little Baylee Bug within her.
"What happened to you, Baylee? What twisted you?" Loki knew what it felt like
to have someone twist and pervert him. After he dived into oblivion, he had
been brutally tortured, scarring his soul, twisting his mind.
Baylee glanced away as if conjuring another time. "I guess it started the
autumn after Ari. My mother's boyfriends used to play with my cunt when she
wasn't paying attention, which was quite often."
Loki's eyes grew murderous. Steadying himself to control his breathing, he
slithered venomously, "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"Why? What were you to do? Kill them?"
Dead serious, reflecting a rage gleaming glare. "Yes and I will. I want a list
of their names."
Baylee smiled, cocking her eyebrows. "You are going to travel to Midgard and
murder my mother's ex lovers?"
"Yes, and it will not be murder, it will be justice." He said from an emotional
allegiance to Baylee.
Baylee giggled, charmed. She crawled into his lap and said "I want to watch."
He was serious. He loved her so deeply that he would kill for her just on her
word. She liked that. No one had ever cared this much for her and that was why
she wanted him, but he did not understand that.
Shocked, but somewhat pleased, he replied, "And so you shall." He had always
witnessed a bit of himself within her.
She kissed him on the lips. "Always my chivalrous knight. I liked it sometimes
though. They awakened me sexually. Sometimes it felt good. It made me want you
do it. I gave you ample opportunities, but you never took the bait."
Loki's gut churned. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat. "God, Baylee.
You were just a little girl! I am not some sick fuck!"
As if ashamed that she had admitted her dark secret, she blushed, glancing
away. "I found that out the night I tested you in the garden."
The pain of that night had haunted Loki's dreams for years. "I never meant to
hurt you. I loved you like a sister. I still love you."
"I know that now, but at the time, I didn't."
Loki tilted her chin to face him. "Have you been fucked yet?"
"Only once, but it was with a boy my own age. We did it in the janitor room
during a school dance. He sucked at it. He stuck his little thing in and humped
a few clumsy strides before spewing on my thigh and falling limp. I realized
after talking to my cousins, who have had their share of guys, that boys our
age can't please us. I have been saving myself for you. I saw how you pleased
Disa and you are what I want."
Loki shook his head. "Baby, you are hot as hell, but I am not fucking you. I
will abase you or myself to that level."
"Why not? It is not like I am 13 yrs old anymore. I am 16, some girls my age
have children already. And you want me. I can see it in your eyes now, just
like I read it in my mother's boyfriends."
"I am not going to lie to you. You turn my cock hard as stone, but I can't be
with you like that."
"Loki, don't be afraid that you will hurt me. For the last year, I have been
playing with toys and making myself wide enough to accept you. I have watched
enough porn to know that Asgardian gods are far larger than Midgards."
Loki changed the subject, lacking the inclination to argue the reasons he could
not make love to her. "And when did this start with your cousins?"
"Just a few months ago. We decided that guys our own age could not satisfy us,
so we started experimenting on each other and found that we could do anything a
male can do better, but not better than a god."
Loki peered deep into her twisted soul and found she bore no shame. "God
Baylee, they are your family, your own blood. It is incest!"
"So! It feels good. And it is not like we can make each other pregnant and
birth retarded children."
Loki gripped her arm. "Child, do you have no sense of what is morally wrong?"
Baylee leaped to her feet, breaking his restraint on her arm. "Coming from a
man who murdered hundreds in Midgard just because he was mad at his brother!
You have no ground to judge me!"
Loki called after her, "I am not that person anymore, Baylee. I've changed!"
Even though Loki said it, he did not feel it. Everytime he neared Baylee, he
felt the darkness in him tearing at the light. The thirst for blood and revenge
pounding in his veins.
She stopped in her tracks, a cunning smile tugging at her lips. Flashing
around, she suggested. "Kiss me intimately, just one time and if you can still
say no, I will leave you alone."
Loki sneered exhaling a chuckle patronizing her ridiculous suggestion, and then
he straightened, his handsome face growing serious. "Come here." He snapped his
finger, pointing to his lap, ascending superiority.
Baylee sat on him, twisting her body intimately close, arching her breast into
his chest. She nipped at his lip and jerked back with a giggle, teasing him.
Loki did not smile. He grabbed her by the back of her jaw and buried his mouth
on to hers, forcing his tongue inside her, kissing her deep and violently.
He had meant to frighten her, but found she responded just as vicious, running
her hands up his chest, clawing at him, tongue fucking his mouth.
Without thinking, his senses dulled with rising lust, Loki maneuvered his hand
up her shirt, groping a fistful of breast. There was no use fighting the
inevitable. They were meant for one another.
Breaking the kiss, he ran his mouth down her neck, burying it into her
cleavage, sucking her breast, chewing her soft flesh.
"Loki.." She moaned, drawing his spare hand to her womb.
"Am I interrupting something?" Fandral asked, his arms folded over his chest,
reflecting an amused expression.
Baylee and Loki both jerked back into reality. She leaped to her feet and raced
out the door.
Loki stood, rubbing his shaft downward to calm it. "What do you want Fandral?"
he asked, his voice on edge.
Uncrossing his arms, Fandral burst into laughter. "What the hell was that? Are
you mad? That is Jane's teenage niece! Thor's niece. Your niece by marriage!"
Loki placed his head into his cupped hand, massaging his temples. "I
know...don't remind me."
Fandral sprawled out into a chair, his body positioned as if intrigued to hear
the story. "Are you fucking her?"
"No."
"Why not? I'd fuck her."
Loki reflected confusion. "You just asked me if I was mad, but yet you would
have sex with her if granted the chance? By the way, that is a chance you will
never have."
Fandral laughed, mentally noting Loki's possessive claim on the mortal,
something he had never seen in Loki before, and changed the subject to guard
rotation. At the end of the conversation, he added. "Your affair is safe with
me, but be careful, she reeks of trouble."
Loki called after Fandral. "More trouble than you know…"
 
Training yard:
Loki glanced up from training, spying Baylee racing toward him, wind tossed
hair, face pinched.
He pulled her off to the side, sheltered from sight by a tool shed. He knew
from her reflection that Jane must have found out about them. He was going to
kill big mouth Fandral for his betrayal.
"No, no, it is nothing like that!" She whimpered as if in pain. "Here, feel"
she exclaimed, raising her leg, she seized his hand, thrusting it up her dress.
Sensations shot into Loki's gut, his cock lanced. He ran his hand across her
warm thigh feeling it slimy, and up into her dripping tunnel finding it
scorching hot and soggy. Loki lowered his forehead to rest against her
forehead, trying to control his intense breathing. Closing his eyes, he
whispered, "Fuck, Baylee!" In all his years and bitches, he had never felt any
as hot as Baylee's.
"It is what happens when I think about you. I am on fire, Loki!"
Utilizing a sudden, quick motion, Loki slammed her up against the shed wall,
lifted one of her legs and curled it around his waist leaving her on one foot.
He ripped her dress above her abdomen and thrust two fingers inside of her. She
sobbed out lustfully, arching her rear so that he could penetrate her deeply.
He relocated his wet fingers to her clit, covering her mouth with his hand when
her moans grew too loud. Fingering her, he cooed, "Come on, Baylee Bug, cum for
your Uncle Loki." That seemed to inflame her more. She began to whine like a
pack of forlorn coyotes, loud and desperate, entire body quivering.
Loki tightened the grip over her mouth, grinding her lips into her teeth,
drawing blood. He peeked over her head, his platoon just yards away.
"Thats it...Cum, baby girl."
Now savagely smearing her clit, he withdrew his hand from her lips, burying her
cries into his mouth. Wailing, twitching, bucking against him until she gushed.
Loki dropped to his knees. She wrapped her leg around his neck, gripping a
fistful of his unruly mane, grinding him into her groin, face fucking without
restraint, violently, vigorously.
Moaning, growling, Loki licked her cunt clean before drawing erect. She fell to
her knees withdrawing his engorged cock. "Damn Loki" She muttered kissing it,
tasting a dribble of salty moisture leaking from his slit.
"I thought you said you knew how big it was." He smirked, twirling her hair,
admiring his dick in her mouth.
She pulled her lips away, glancing up at him. "I have never been this close.
You are definitely a god." She purred, lowering her tongue to caress him.
"And that is why I am not fucking you."
"Dont ruin this!" She pouted.
Loki laughed, grabbing her by the hair and thrusting her mouth down upon him.
"Just suck."
Baylee gobbled him, bobbing up and down, gripping him at his base. She tried
over and over to take him to the hilt, but each time, she gagged. Every now and
then, she could hear his groans evolve into a smug chuckle which infuriated her
to try again, but she did so in vain.
Finally, she gave up and began stroking him and sucking at the same time to
climax him. It did not take long with the intense suction of her jaws and the
speed of her hands. Loki's 6-pack rippled, his legs straining, face distorted
as creamy nectar heaved into her mouth. Choking, she spat it out.
Sweating, breathlessly laughing, Loki jerked her to her feet and kissed her
softly. "You are going to have to learn to swallow that."
Pouting, she pushed away. "I did not please you. I could get in all the way
down my throat."
Loki wiped the sperm from her chin. "Baby, do not fret. You will learn, and
don't think that you did not please me because you did."
"Will you fuck me tonight?"
"Damn, little bit. Not yet, when you are older. For now, just be happy with
this."
Baylee huffed, stomping her foot in a childish pout. "Whatever you say, but I
will change your mind soon."
Loki kissed her sweetly again, and patted her on the butt as if she were a
child directing her to leave. He had men to train.
 
Tonight, Loki rushed through dinner reading Baylee's reflection. She was oozing
with desire and her erroneous actions and mooning toward Loki at the table was
drawing attention. The last thing he needed was Jane and Thor on his back. He
had enough to deal with Baylee on his dick at every corner. He could not fight
all three of them.
He dropped her a message to come to his bedchamber fearing they would
eventually get caught in the garden. He made her promise that she would just
masturbate in his lap and then retire to bed. She swore without batting an eye.
Thirty minutes later, she was buck naked, squatting on her heels over Loki's
lap fingering herself while he downed shots of liquor to lull his nerves.
"Just let me rub on it!" Whining, puckering her lips.
Loki dropped his pants, already shirtless. "Just rub...nothing else, Baylee!"
It was hard to tell her no and the liquor did not help much, instead of
soothing his desire, it inflamed him more.
"Mmm.." Baylee purred, stroking his mass. She lowered her humid genitals to his
shaft, thrusting her hips, tantalizing his flesh with a rocking motion as if
performing a lap dance for a lengthy amount of time.
Like magic, Loki reclined his head, closing his eyes, heart pounding, dreaming
he could be inside. He could feel her rising, his cock jerking to follow,
missing her warmth. She now stroked him, her little hands delicate, so tender
against his hardness. Loki sighed sensually feeling her running her gash up and
down his length. Each time she came to her clit, she grinded his head in a
circular motion, crying out.
"Stop, Baylee." Loki snapped, coming alert when she forced the thick head of
his cock between her narrow slits.
She ignored his request, intent on forcing herself upon him. A quarter way down
on him, she faltered, whimpering, no longer able to bear the sensation of his
wide cock stretching her intimate tunnel.
Loki threw his head back, thrusting upwards, his body's natural reaction. "Damn
it, Baylee." He growled gritting his teeth fighting hard against the dark urge
to ram himself up into her. His mind shouted to withdraw, but his body refused
to budge as if bewitched.
She remained placid, her muscles clenching his meat, torturing him. She
whimpered softly, unable to move, paralyzed with fear, her frail voice in pain.
"I can't." He was far more than she had expected, her insides burning with
laceration.
Loki closed his eyes, remaining silent, his body idle, breathing heavy trying
to resist. For minutes they remained placid, bodies locked, throbbing. Baylee's
persistent squirming caused her to slip lower down his piercing shaft, her
canal constricting, milking him, enrapturing him.
"Fuck!" Loki hissed, giving into temptation and digging his fingers into her
hips impaling her down on his rigid shaft's hilt, piercing her. Yelping, Baylee
ripped her splitting cunt upwards causing him to instinctively seize her and
toss her to the bed where he plunged back to his baseline, grinding deep
against her cervix. She lamented on the verge of hysterics, her delicate tunnel
palpitating.
"If you are going to take it, you are going to take it all the way!" He
threatened her, the darkness in him taking over.
Baylee sobbed out painfully, no longer dominating the game, struggling against
Loki as he rendered a few hard, deep impalements tearing at her insides.
Lost and consumed with carnal delusions, her faint cries awoke him from the
salacious high. He opened his eyes catching the tears blooming in her eyes.
"Damn!" He cursed himself, wrenching from her writhing body.
Shivering from pain and partly from his abandonment, Baylee drew to her knees,
capturing him as he tried to turn away. "No! Loki, I want this!"
Loki grabbed her by the face, shaking his head, his body rippling, reflecting
the agony for need to release. "No, baby! You are too petite to take me. I
don't want to hurt you." Gods, he could not believe what he had just done to
her. He glanced down, his shaft smeared in her blood. He was no stranger to
losing control during sex, but that was on wenches he did not give a damn
about. Baylee was different. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her pain.
Baylee seized his rock-hard cock, stroking him depraved. "Please Loki, please
don't turn away from me. I need you!" Whining like a bitch in heat, shivering
with lust. Dropping to her knees, she swallowed him, every inch of him, sucking
him to the hilt without gagging. Loki closed his eyes, no longer possessing the
will to fight her. Clutching her hair, thrusting, he fucked her esophagus.
Baylee arched her ass, her tits slapping her flesh with the rhythm of her
bobbing head. Slobbering purposely, she massaged her spittle into his
testicles, manipulating them. Cooing in her throat when she heard him sigh with
pleasure.
He opened his eyes admiring her beautiful rotund lips devouring his cock. She
resembled a fallen angel; an angel he had brought to her knees. "Thats my baby
girl." Loki groaned deep and sweltering. Tightening the grip on her scalp,
huddling his hips, forcing her to his hilt, holding her, burying her,
erotically snarling as he erupted into the back of her throat.
Her eyes opened, growing wide as she tried to gulp his essence down. Loki
withdrew, coming to his knees, and gently restraining her arms as one might do
when coaxing their child to drink cough syrup. "Swallow me, Baylee." She nodded
like a good little girl and ingested all that she could, the rest oozed from
her lips, draining down her chin to where Loki smear it into her breast.
Chuckling, "Did you like it?"
Reflecting the impression that she was overwhelmed, she breathlessly muttered.
"Yes."
Loki's smug chuckle evolved into a laugh before kissing her. She was preciously
learning.
"Spread your legs for your Uncle Loki." He commanded in the role of an immoral
game.
Baylee liked the part. She giggled, batting her pretty eyes coy, parting her
legs for the looming god.
"That is my good girl." He slithered, kissing a trail down her thighs until he
reach her moist intimate flesh. He erected his head, peering at her tiny hole
constricting in anticipation. Releasing a sensual chuckle, he said, "Someone is
excited…" Dipping his finger into her, stirring her juice generating a mucky
sound, he added, "and very, very hot."
Baylee squealed, delighted as her dark god jabbed his tongue in, swirling it
around her rim, and finally thrusting it in and out rapidly.
"Pinch your nipples, doll." Loki purred, now licking up her rosy pink pleat
slowly, deliberately, before encircling her tense button.
Manipulating her throbbing nipples, Baylee yelped out as soon as Loki
tantalized her clit.
"Ahh...Do you like that?" Loki sniggered knowing how sensitive it was.
"Ye..yes.." She whimpered, her voice choking on ecstasy.
Loki's demeanor changed, no longer playful or teasing, now serious, bent with
fervor. Parting her folds wide, licking with the thick of his tongue in an
upward motion, fast with intense pressure directly on her exposed clit causing
Baylee's inexperienced emotions to run wild. Unintentionally she squirmed,
trying to free herself from rapture.
"No, Baylee!" Loki scolded her. "Arch your hips! Dont run from me."
Whimpering, whining with convulsive carnality, Baylee arched, forcing her legs
to stay open, fighting against the clenching of her rear muscles, enduring
Loki's ravishment. She could only take him a few more minutes before she threw
her head back, thrashing from side to side, arching excessively, the tips of
tits thrust out, wailing with agonizing gratification. Her entire body
trembling, suffering from orgasmic seizure, stomach muscles straining releasing
a slew feminine pulp.
Her melted lust surged, almost like that of a man's, flowing into Loki's mouth.
He swallowed her while wallowing, smearing her sweltering cunt all over his
face generating smacking sounds. Inhaling her sultry scent deep into his lungs,
Loki sighed an amorous sigh. She was perfect by nature. Everything about her.
Loki slithered up her diaphoretic body meeting her face while she still gasped
for air, exerted. He pushed a strand of her tangled locks from her flushed
face, peering sultry into her gaze. "Your little slut cousins never did that
for you, have they?"
Still breathless, she could barely speak. Shaking her head, she uttered "no".
Loki smiled cocky, seizing her tiny body and thrusting her into his rough
embrace, kissing her fathomlessly, immersing her with his deep-rooted love.
Weak kneed, Baylee fell limp, never realizing passion could be so intense. She
opened her mouth, kissing him, tasting a mixture of her cunt diluted with his
masculine zest.
"I want you to fuck me." She muttered in between kisses.
"You have had enough for one night, little one. Let us just hold each other in
the dark, enjoy our entwined bodies."
Baylee pretended to agree, a devious trick forming in her mind. Cunningly, she
suggested. "Only if you watch some porn with me."
Loki agreed, allured by the lecherous appeal of watching complete strangers'
intimacy on display for the public.
Shamelessly, Baylee stood up naked and bounced off the bed, grab the Ipad and
another bottle of liquor. She reached for a towel about to wipe herself until
Loki stopped her. "No, don't clean, I like the smell of your cunt this way."
Biting her lip, she moaned, loving the vulgar side of him.
Lying beside him, her leg draped over his, he asked her "What kind of sex do
you like to watch?"
"Twisted, sinful perverse, deranged." Baylee bit him hard on his bottom lip
after replying.
Loki caressed the back of her jaw, peering into her eyes. She was so much like
him a chill shiver up his spine. "That is what I like to."
A drained bottle later, they had watched a video of a cunt being fist fucked, a
woman blindfolded, bound, legs roped apart while a masked man drill her with a
humongous prosthesis extension.
Finally, Baylee purred, "This is my favorite" as she played the third. A gang
of six men appeared shoving a young girl, barely 15 or 16, to her knees. She
screamed, struggled in vain as they ripped her clothes from her body, slapping
her around as they did.
"Baylee.." Loki whispered, revolted. He bore no fascination for abuse of women.
She moaned in reply, capturing his hands and shoving it to her wet womb.
Two men held the wailing girl down while the others raped her brutally. She was
stuffed in every hole; double penetration and gagged by a huge cock. Each man
had a turn, some of them choked her as the ravished her, some spat in her face.
When they finished the men pissed over her limp body and abandoned her.
Loki fingered Baylee, his own cock hard, his mind partly aroused and partly
sickened from the abuse of the girl by the men.
"Put two fingers in me." She demanded in a sassy tone, arching.
Loki shoved in a second one, thrusting hard.
Baylee rode them for a while feeling her tunnel stretching. "Now a third."
"Baylee!" Loki growled, hesitant. He had just made her bleed about an hour
before hand.
"Three!" She raised her voice, the liquor now playing on her tone.
Loki tried to insert a third but met resistant and halted, not willing to cause
her harm.
"Damn, Loki, shove it in. It is the only way you are going to open me up!"
Biting his lip, Loki forced a third into her. When she whimpered, he grew
still.
"No, leave it inside."
Loki obeyed, now thrusting carefully, slowly.
Baylee plowed herself deep and hard. "Fuck me harder!"
"Fuck Baylee!" Loki growled, thrusting his fingers in a cruel manner, forcing
her canal to widen.
"Have you ever raped anyone?" Baylee asked after a few minutes of the wanted
assault.
"No, baby." Loki replied, shocked that she thought him cable of such a horrific
crime.
"It doesn't turn you on. Making a cunt cry from your virile power, your
magnificent size, doesn't arouse you?" She asked, slowly stroking his enraged
shaft, legs gaping enjoying his stern violation.
Loki bent his head, licking her lips lewdly, thrusting a little harder than
before. "Yes, it does, but only if she wants it."
"I want it from you."
"No, love. I can't do that to you. Darling, you are too petite. Not tonight,
later after I have stretched you more."
"I can handle it now. I want you to hurt me." She growled, crawling to topple
him, freeing herself from his fingers, and shoving the head of his cock inside
her still dripping hole.
"What?" He asked startled. How could someone so angelic be so infected with
perversion?
"I used to watch you fuck the hell out of Disa and the maids. I know what to
expect and I want it just like that."
"Baylee.." his voice an icy warning.
She lunged down on him to the hilt, rutting against him. "I want your hard dick
to fuck me raw and bloody."
Loki flipped her over, pressing her body to the mattress, forcing the rest of
his length inside her clenching tunnel. Taking his time, he sink slowly deeper.
She cried out only a few times and each time, he stopped and asked if she
wanted it. She vehemently shook her head, arching to take more of him.
Manipulating her clit to keep her slippery, he carefully and slowly thrust in
and out of her, but only utilizing half his length. Even then her intimate
muscles fought frantically, choking his meat painfully.
Aggravated, she dug her fingers into his flesh trying to bury him. "Hurt me!"
She demanded, her tone sassy and dominating. "You used to fuck those skanks so
fucking deep and violently. I know you want to." She had drunk enough to take
him now. She'd hurt for it come morning, but she would worry about that then.
For now, it was worth it.
Loki bit into his lip to keep from succumbing to carnality. He ran his
fingertips over her breast, fucking her softly. "Those wenches meant nothing to
me. I can't treat my little Baylee Bug like that."
Loki made slow, passionate love to her, kissing her gently, dropping to her
lick her cunt until to the verge of climax, only to thrust back into her,
repeating the transition every time she revealed signs of climaxing. She clawed
at him, bit him, bucked wildly against him, trying everything in her cunning
little head to try to force him to brutally ravish her, but he refrained and
continued to take her comfortably with only half of his shaft penetrating her.
Each time she almost raptured, he'd switch out prolonging her climax until he
finally sent her into an orgasmic frenzy.
Meeting her eruption, Loki finally buried himself all the way to the hilt,
grinding until he squirted, showering her cervix.
Exhausted and sated, she clung to him, her head resting on his chest, leg
draped over his limbs with their entwined fluid seeping, their souls finally
branded. Loki lethargically pet her back with his thumb until she drifted into
a peaceful slumber. Loki laid awake, his mind whirling. He had finally
surrendered to her desire and now that he had, he was glad. But her desire for
masochistic sex worried him. Baylee always got what she wanted. She did not
stop until she obtained it. He worried how she would push him into hurting her.
She was too defiantly wild and reckless not to concoct some scheme.
Listening to her sleepy breathing, he lowered his face to hers, inhaling her
sweet breath, kissing her forehead. "I love you, Baylee Bug." He whispered.
"Please baby, don't force me to wound you."
***** Stop *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Over the course of the next several weeks, Loki and Baylee enthusiastically
lunged at every opportunity to be together. Night after night, she bounced off
to her bedchamber only to creep into his bed after the castle slept. They
routinely rode out most afternoons in separate directions only to meet and
conjure love to the rhythm of the raging falls. As their passion intensified,
so did Loki's vigor. Slowly and with care, he increased potency and now he took
her to the hilt with little restraint in his thrusts.
Creamy from recent climax and coming down from a sexual high, Baylee
unintentionally squirmed from Loki's punishing wrath. Bent on his own climax
and lost in a realm of carnality, Loki shoved her legs wider, restraining her
wrists above her head to keep her body from fleeing, growling, "Take it,
Baylee." His body trembling, pouring of sweat, unable to control the violence
of his thrusts. Three deep-rooted impalements later, Baylee whined out,
writhing against his milky flow.
Gripping her tiny wrists tighter, kissing her passionately, Loki heaved into
her a few more times, making sure to expel every drop of male nectar in him.
Finally, he sank to her side wrapping his arms around her. After her breathing
normalized, she slung her feet over the bed, grunting painfully utilizing the
bedpost to stand. Loki watched her, his gut churning.
When she returned from the bathroom, she smiled at him.
"Did I hurt you?"
Giggling, she pounced him, "Just like I like you too."
Loki did not laugh, instead he feathered his fingertips over her slightly
bruised wrist, regret evident in his eyes. "Sometimes I forget that you are a
weak, feeble mortal."
Baylee straddled him, running her hands over his thick chest wall. "You like
that about me."
"I do…" Loki admitted. Now he understood why Thor preferred Jane over an
Asgardian woman.
Nipping his bottom lip, she purred. "You fuck me perfect now, but there are
some things that have been drifting in my head."
Loki cocked his eyebrows, reeking of debauchery. "And what do you have in
mind?" She had already allowed him to do twisted things that his previous
lovers fled from. No woman had ever sated his need like Baylee. Baylee
fulfilled him in every way.
" I already informed you that Tiffany is fucking Fandral and Ashley is with
Ari. Well now, they have sort of joined each other."
No longer amused, Loki asked, "You mean they are sharing?"
Baylee smiled. "Yes, Tiffany said it is sheer euphoria to be ate out while
being fucked…"
Erratically, Loki wrenched Baylee by her jaws and slung her to his side. "You
want me to share you?"
"I did not say that!" She hissed defiantly, but shut her mouth as he tightened
the grip on her face. Come tomorrow her cheeks would bear his mark.
"Baylee, I swear on the gods I will fucking hurt you if you ever let anyone
else touch what is mine. And I don't mean sexually either. I will beat your ass
making you rue the day you ever met me!"
Baylee swallowed fearfully, tears brewing in her eyes. Loki had never in all
her years threatened to physically assault her. For the first time in her life,
she was terrified under his touch. Whimpering, she whispered. "I wont! I
promise, Loki."
Loki released her face, using his knee to part her legs, eager to ejaculate the
jealous rage boiling in his gut into the pit of her belly.
With out a hint of gentleness, Loki slammed into her core, burying himself,
grinding painfully into her cervix. "Is this what you want? To be fucked like a
whore?"
Yes, this was it! Closing her eyes, Baylee ignored him. If she cried out, he
might stop. She knew he really did not want to hurt her.
"Answer me!" Loki demanded, still piercing her core, his hips rutting, bruising
her, tormenting her.
Still Baylee remained silent, refusing to reflect the pain brewing in her
abdomen.
Loki chuckled menacingly, drawing his hips back, cursing her as he did, only to
ram back into her over and over with sledgehammer like blows, unrelenting,
merciless.
Biting her lip, fingers digging into the mattress for support, Baylee gasped
with each impact choking for air. Still she refused to cry out, desperate to
conceal the agonizing pain. She felt as she was being ripped into, her
tunneling quivering, throbbing as his cock like a steel whip mauled into her
tender flesh.
"Answer me you little bitch!"
"YES!" she finally screamed, now not so sure she wanted this. It looked sexier
on video.
Loki withdrew, flipped her over, and impaled her from behind, yanking her hair,
snapping her neck back. Without a choice, Baylee flung erect into his chest,
whining from the strain on her scalp and the splitting sensation of his cock
mangling her cervix. She could feel him swelled to full extent, pulsating
against her fleshy walls. It was angry as he was. Brutally groping a fistful of
breast, he hissed against her ear, his warm breath tingling causing the hair on
her neck to pike. "Remember the girl from the video being raped?"
Baylee whimpered out, yes.
Loki blew against her neck, keeping her impaled on his lance, fingering her
clit. As her tunnel grew muggy, her muscles relaxed, easing some of the pain.
The suffering inflicting her breast and womb forgotten, moaning, arching,
forewarning climax. Loki tossed her forward as her body began to shake, halting
her rapture. "Rape victims dont cum, Baylee."
She cried out with discontent, her womb clenching in despair, soon to be
replaced with the once again agonizing torture of violent thrusts.
Slapping her hard on the ass, he drilled her deep, constant, unsparingly meant
to conquer and prevail. Now she lamented, no longer aroused, her entire body
excruciating. Her displeasure did not last long, soon his knee buckled, his
body shivering, submerged deep inside her womb, spurting thick searing cream,
burning her raw, brutalized inner flesh. She closed her eyes, feeling his cock
pulsating, convulsing, deep within her belly.
Just when she thought he was finished, he yanked her hair once again, forcing
her erect on to his shaft. He captured her throat, bending his fingers into her
flesh, choking the air from her lungs. At first startled, she kicked her legs,
her arms restrained, entrapped behind her back. He hissed, "I love you, Baylee,
but if you ever spread your legs for another, I will kill you."
Now limp in his snare, exhausted, breathless, no longer able to muster enough
strength to breathe, he threw her from his body where she blacked out, the
darkness engulfing her.
Afterwards, now soothed, Loki held her, caressing her flushed cheeks. She woke
an hour later in his embrace, his eyes dewy. "I cant do that to you again,
Baylee."
"I will never force your rage again, Loki. I swear it." She muttered.
He handed her a glass of wine to ease her pain. "I love you, Baylee. I will
fuck you hard because it pleases us both, but I can't repeat what just
happened. Love is patient and kind, baby, not arrogant and rude. Isn't this
your teachings?  It is also what I believe in. Hurting the person you love is
not pleasure."
"I agree. I did not like it very much at all. Did you mean what you said?" She
asked him as the wine began to take effect. 
"About the lover's rage? Yes, I did."
"You are demented and twisted. I fucking love that about you. I have this sick
feeling inside me knowing that you could kill me if I cheated on you, yet I
like it. It turns me on that you would do something so deranged.  You murdered
all those poor people in New York. I hate it, but it also excites me."
"I regret it. I feel remorse for it everyday of my life." Loki replied, his
eyes reflecting inner sadness.
"But you still kill?"
"Yes, but only those who deserve it."
"I want to watch you. I want to see you kill and witness the victim's final
breath." Baylee cooed as if asking for a mere slice of cake.
"Baylee, death is not entertainment. It is horrific." Sometimes she astonished
him, but not in a good way. Within her, shadows loomed. 
She crawled over him lowering herself on his limp cock, thrusting slowly. She
grabbed her breast and shoved it into Loki's mouth and hissed. "I want to see
you kill."
Sucking, Loki glanced up at her, nodding his consent, his dick hardening, the
darkness in his soul rearing. She had the fastest rebound rate he had ever
seen.
She giggled, satisfied she had gotten her way. "Do you still thirst for the
throne?" She asked, piercing herself upon him.
Groaning, Loki released her breast, cupping it in his hand, tantalizing it.
"Sometimes…" He shamelessly admitted.
"Good" she growled, shoving him flat, bearing her hands on his chest, thrusting
violently until his body jerked in the third climax of the night. Popping up,
she span, burying her cunt into his face and hungrily slurping up his gushing
seed. Knowing she did not cum from the intercourse, Loki mauled into her,
leeching onto her clit, working his jaw muscles in suction, making her ooze.
Her cunning comment about the crown forgotten.
 
Loki had met Baylee for a picnic lunch and she seemed to be in wonderful
spirits, but by nightfall, her luster had wilted.
"Whats wrong, baby?" Loki asked taking her hand to his lips.
"Nothing" she replied. She stood and dropped her nightgown, the flames from the
fire illuminating her silky flesh.
"Turn around and let me see your ass." Loki motioned by spinning his finger in
a circle.
Baylee span, bending to her knees, her thighs gaping so that he had a full view
of her womanhood. A second later, Loki groped her breast from underneath
thrusting his lust into her.
For hours, she played him, rendering him to near climax only to slip from him
and change positions. Every now and then, she would separate and drop to his
groin to suck him until his cock swelled with nectar only to disappoint him.
Now enraged and to the point of cursing her, Loki slammed into her body
pleading to spill. Mind whirling with desire, frenzy, on the verge of apex,
Loki snarled fucking her deep.
"Stop!" Baylee hissed.
Loki opened his eyes, bewildered; almost there…he only needed a few more
thrusts.
"Stop Loki!" She screamed, shoving at his sweat drenched chest.
Angry, rough, confused, Loki wrenched from her core and jacked his semen into
the floor. Now he glared at her. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Baylee?"
She reached for him, but he jerked from her as if she had been infected with
the plague. "I am sick of your childish torment! Stop playing these fucking
games with me!"
"I am sorry! I just need to see if you would stop when I asked you to!" She
wailed like a sobbing brat. When he did not turn to her, she added. "Ari did
not stop when Ashley asked him to."
Visibly controlling his breathing, Loki turned to her, his anger melting.
"He asked her to try something new and when she could not handle it, she told
him to stop and he didn't and now she is hurt bad."
"Her ass?" Loki asked, eyes going soft.
Baylee nodded.
"Arrogant son of a bitch." Loki mumbled regarding Ari. "She is too small for
that now. He should know better."
"Are you going to fuck me there?"
Loki chuckled, looking at her like she were a naive child. "Yes, but no time
soon. When you are older. And I will not hurt you. I will start out with my
finger and night after night give you an inch until you are able to take me
comfortably."
Baylee flung herself in his arms. "You are so good to me. I am sorry for what I
done, but I just had to know that you would stop. I don't want to be treated
like Ashley or Tiffany."
"What has Fandral done to Tiffany? He is nothing like Ari."
"Oh, he hasn't hurt her physically, but emotionally. I think she fell in love
with him so she done anything and everything he asked and that including
spreading her legs for his friends. Now he has lost interest with her and has
moved on."
Loki snickered as if disgusted. "Do you remember what I told you as a child
about sex? I said that it was for adults…"
She cut him off. "And only if you are in love. And like I have told you before,
I listen to everything you tell me."
Loki flattened her to the mattress, looming over her. "And what do we have that
they do not?"
She pecked his chin sweetly. "Love..we have love."
"Exactly...now no more games…" Loki growled, kissing her hard and deep,
expressing his seriousness.
After making leisurely, compassionate love to her, he held by the fire, her
head resting on his chest, legs sprawled out of a fur rug, satisfied, content.
"You truly love me, don't you?" She muttered, her voice soft with exhaustion.
"So much that it hurts." He replied without hesitation.
"No one has ever loved me like you, not my parents, Jane, no one. I love you,
Loki. My heart will always be yours." She turned to kiss him. She collected his
hand and placed it to her beating heart. "Do you feel my love?"
"I do." He replied, placing her delicate hand to his heart, her touch warming
him. "Do you feel mine?"
"Yes, but I also feel something else. Darkness. I know it is there and it
doesn't frighten me. It sleeps now, and even if it awakes, you will still have
my love...and support. I'd be with you no matter. I'd do anything for you."
Loki captured her jaw, holding her gaze, reading her soul. Yes, there it was;
her darkness. He smiled, "We are two of a kind" before kissing her.
 
Summer diminished rapidly, green turning to brown filling the land below with
dread.
Loki thrust one final hard thrust, ejaculating his love into Baylee. She was
leaving him today, returning to Midgard.
"I love you, Loki" she said kissing him goodbye.
"I love you too, Baylee. I always have and always will." He replied honestly
watching her bounce across the room and tug his large shirt over her nakedness.
"I will return to you next summer. My heart as well as my body will remain
loyal." She beamed, blowing a kiss in his direction. Before closing the door,
she peeked her shoulder and said, "I want to be your queen, Loki."
Loki smiled slyly as she closed the door. "And you will be, love." He said
aloud for his ears only. Baylee had reaped in him a thirst for power, old
emotions, returning him to his former glory as the God of Mischief. By this
time next year, he will have devised a plot to overthrow Thor and seize the
crown for himself once Odin passes. Baylee will rule at his side as queen. He
grinned knowing that he would not have to force her, catching on to her cunning
double meaning. She wanted him on the throne and eagerly willing to help him do
whatever it took to get him there. But first they will reap havoc on the people
that had wounded her; her estranged father, her mother, her mother's exes, and
maybe even Jane. Loki had his own list starting with the Avengers. It was going
to be an adventure and they were going to have fun traveling it.
Yes, they were indeed two of a kind and would live happily ever after....
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading! I know my requests wanted more punishing sex, but
     for some reason I could not bring this into this story...sorry :(
      
     If you think that you have read these words before, you probably
     have. A user on AO3 has copied entire sections of my story and
     changed the names, posting it as her own.
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