Show Me Your Fangs

Loki was on his way back to his chambers when Frigga caught him, and the knowing look of disapproval and disappointment she gave him could only mean one thing.

“Damn that maid, I’ll have her tongue for speaking of her.”

“You will do no such thing. Harm another Asgardian and you’ll be spending a few years in the dungeons.” His mother was calm, her hands folded in front of her, waiting.

“What do you want me to say?” he snarled, impatient to get this conversation over with.

“Where is she from? Because if her family is missing her, I can almost guarantee some council will be angry, and your father does not have time to try and make peace over and over again due to your conquests.”

“I have no idea who or what she is, that’s what I’m trying to find out. There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun in the process.”

Frigga scowled at her son. “Just make sure a little fun doesn’t end up killing her. I haven’t spoken to Odin of this, but if the need arises I will not hesitate. You know how he feels about these things.”

“Yes yes, the old man will have my head. Anything else, mother?” he said with more bite than necessary.

She sighed, putting a hand to her temple. “I worry about you, Loki. There’s nothing wrong with that either.” She walked past him, apparently done with the conversation, so he continued on his way.

“Don’t make me ground you,” he heard her call out, and he couldn’t stifle a small chuckle.

Aspis had just settled in for the night when he entered the room. Hoping he would just let her be, she shut her eyes and pretended to be sound asleep.

“Didn’t I tell you that you can’t lie to me, little one? I’m the God of Mischief, the God of Lies. It’s in the name sweetheart.” She opened one eye to see him in front of the wardrobe, undressing as his eyes roamed her body. She pulled the sheets higher, the edges touching her jaw, but he just smirked as he undid his belt and the fastenings of his leather trousers, letting his erection spring free.

Aspis rolled the other way, squeezing her eyes shut. Between the constant state of arousal she’d been in all day and seeing that , her thighs were suddenly slick again, the smell penetrating her senses.

“Do you know why I’m already hard tonight, pet?” he continued, slipping into bed behind her. With one arm he enveloped her waist, pressing his cock into her back. She felt him shift, his lips coming to rest right behind her ear as she began to shake slightly. “I can smell you from the end of the hall, my dear. Such a horny mess you’ve made of yourself, hmm?”

“Yes L- uh, Master,” she whimpered, trying to move her hips away from him but stimulate herself at the same time.

“Such a good girl.” He placed his lips just below her ear, sucking and licking softly. From there he started a slow pace down her neck, slowly rotating her body until she was on her back. He moved lower, kissing and suckling on each of her breasts, making her breath hitch as he teased her nipples, biting them between little licks.

Loki moved downward still, drawing twisting patterns across her stomach with his fingers as he went until he reached her center, stopping just in front of it. He made a show of breathing in deeply, licking up the wetness on her thighs with a tongue so skilled she couldn’t help but tremble.

“What do you want, pet?” he spoke, his lips brushing against hers, setting her world on fire. Her hips jerked upwards but he kept his distance, waiting.

“Please, please make it go away, Master,” she whined her hands crumpling fistfuls of the sheets to try and hold herself together. She thought she might explode at any moment.

“Make what go away?”

“The, the tightness, it burns so bad I just want it to go away, please.”

“You want to come?”

“Yes, yes please, Master, just make it go away.”

He chuckled darkly, an odd grin settling on his feature. “Of course, little monster.” But instead of latching onto her folds or that one sweet spot, he leaned back, sending a soft swirl of green light towards her. She backed away, confused, but when it hit her all the feelings she’d had before were gone, the warmth and pleasure dissipated; she just felt empty.

“I, I don’t understand-”

“I did what you asked, pet. I made it go away, did I not?” His grinned widened and her face burned with shame.

“I, yes Master.”

“Good. Now come here.”

She crawled forward timidly, not sure what game he was playing at now. He guided her off the bed and onto her knees in front of him, her head level with the erection he stroked in his hand. She whimpered in fear, not understanding what he wanted from her.

“Hush now, pet. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Good girl. Now, I am going to make myself come, and when I finish you will swallow my seed.”

Aspis nodded, scared but waiting, no clue what he meant. He began to stroke himself in earnest then, and it didn’t take long for him to start grunting in pleasure. She watched what he did carefully, waiting. Suddenly his breathing was much more labored, his strokes more erratic, his hips starting to move in rhythm with his hand. She jumped a little when he let out a strangled moan, hot white liquid landing all over her expectant tongue and face, dripping down onto her chest and thighs. When she believed him to be done, she closed her mouth and swallowed, surprised by the salty bitterness of it.

Loki looked down at her and smiled, catching his breath. “So lovely, the sight of you covered in my cum.” She found herself blushing again, not sure what to do about the praise. It made her heart quicken in ways that it definitely should not.

He summoned a cloth with his Seidr, leaning down to wipe the remnants of his seed from her skin, taking extra time to massage it off of her breasts. Then he pulled her into bed, and though she still felt cold and empty from being denied, she was exhausted, falling asleep immediately.

In the morning Loki carried Aspis to the bath and washed her as he had done before. Then he locked her in the invisible cage around the bed, only coming back to sit her on his lap on the couch and feed her all of her meals. She grew increasingly stimulated as the day wore on, still unable to physically touch her womanhood, but when he returned for bed and she pleaded with him to help her find release, he always just magicked it away, leaving her feeling as if there was a black hole in the pit of her stomach. She began to cry herself to sleep, unsure of how to deal with the feelings and lack thereof.

This routine continued for a week before she had her breakdown. True she’d slept well and put on a substantial amount of weight, but her sanity was fraying. She seemed to be even hornier than normal for what she assumed was a time around dinner, because she was crying hysterically when Loki came in to feed her. He studied her with that evil, knowing tilt to his head before stalking over to the bed, stopping just beside her.

“Pet. Why are you crying?”

She couldn’t answer between her sobs and the violent heaves her chest was making from the hyperventilation. So she shook her head violently, hugging a pillow tightly against her chest.

“Little one, do not make me repeat myself. I am trying to help you.”

“It hurts, it hurts so bad and I want it to stop, it just hurts,” she wept, clinging to the pillow for dear life.

There came a deep sigh and a small light from the corner of her eye, and she screamed, backing as far away from him as she could. “NO! No, Master, not that. Please not again, I can’t do that again.”

He let the green shimmer fizzle out, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. “What would you have me do then?”

She was infuriated with herself but she just needed the pain to stop, even for just one night, so before she could change her mind she clenched her eyes shut and mumbled her request into the pillow.

“Little girl, you have to speak up if you’re going to get what you want?”

She growled a little but raised her head, defeated. “I said, will you please make me come, Master?”

One ebony eyebrow quirked upwards, as did his grin, but to her dismay he kept toying with her. “Is that what you want? Well, isn’t this a surprise. And what, pray tell, will I receive in return?”

“I, um, I’ll kneel and swallow your cum?”

He tsked at her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “No, pet, that is something you already do. It is expected of you. No, I mean what more will I receive?”

“Uh,” she hesitated, trying to think of what people she’d overheard from her home yelling or moaning at each other when she snuck around at night, “we could, I could, uh, fuck you, Master?”

She turned crimson when he laughed openly at her, confused and embarrassed. When he saw he tear up again, he held up his hands. “Don’t fret, little one, you said nothing wrong. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt, so forward is all.” He paused, his eyes taking on that dangerous gleam of lust. “And no, my dear, it is I who will be fucking you.”

He rose then and held out his hand, the golden chain leading her to the couch once more to be fed. “But, I thought-”

“Patience. We will have plenty of time tonight, pet. And I think you need some time to prepare yourself,” he added, his look downright filthy. Her blush crept down her neck, so she focused on eating, refusing to think about it anymore.

It was worse when he left, because then she had time to think about what was going to happen, what he was actually going to be doing to her. Of course she knew what sex was, but she’d never wanted it before, and she certainly didn’t want it to happen like this . She cursed her body for responding in such horrendous ways, for making her even think of sex as the answer, especially with the cruel man she called Master.

And she was still trapped on the bed again, her slick covering everything. She wondered if it was worse, if she was even hornier now, because of what was going to happen. What was going to happen? An irritating mix of fear and anticipation filled her as she waited for nightfall.

It seemed like an eternity had passed, but finally the door opened, and Aspis shot upright in the bed, her nerves electric. Loki crossed the room with two glasses and a large bottle, beckoning her to join him on the couch. She did, her invisible cage gone, nervously going around to take up her seat on his lap. He poured a sparkling golden liquid from the bottle, handing her one of the glasses.

“Drink. It will help.”

She did, enjoying the tingling burn as she let the liquid coat her tongue. “What is it, Master?”

“Wine. Some of the finest made in Asgard. It’s quite potent, so I think you are allowed a second glass if you’d like, but no more.”

Aspis did indeed have that second glass, downing it quickly and gratefully. She welcomed the burn of the alcohol, feeling a slight buzz when Loki set his own glass down, scooping her up in his arms and leading her to the bed.

He laid her down, crawling overtop of her, a predator stalking his prey. A quick wave of his hand and his clothes were gone, his naked form elegant as he came to a stop over her.

He started with gentle kisses on her neck and jawline, stroking her hair away from her face before leaning down to squeeze each of her breasts. Then both his hands and his mouth moved south, lips hungrily sucking and biting on her tits and he stroked the palm of his hand over her center. Aspis was in heaven, her body lit with pleasure, her slick covering his hand as he rubbed her maidenhood. She moaned softly as he bit down on her nipple, her hips pressing upward against his hand in a perfect way that made her stomach tighten.

Then his lips trailed downward, finding that sensitive little nub, and he began to suck and lick on it lightly, gently and slowly increasing the pressure until she thought she would burst. He occasionally moved down to her folds, sucking and biting on them and darting his tongue in and out of her channel, before returning to that blissful nub. Soon she was a writhing, moaning mess, and she didn’t care in the slightest.

He started to finger her, curling forward onto that lovely spot inside her, and at the same time his other hand reached up to squeeze her breasts, toying with her nipples. Aspis lost her mind to all the sensations, and needing something to grab, she wove her fingers into his hair. Loki growled but didn’t stop; in fact, her actions seemed to spur him on, because he started to attack her more aggressively, increasing the pressure everywhere until that burning tightness threatened to release.

“Please, Master, can I come?” she muttered quietly, gasping for air.

“Yes, pet, come for me,” he said against her center before biting down hard on that nub, causing her back to arch wildly, pleasure resonating through her very being. She trembled as she rode out her most intense orgasm yet, the relief she found after the past week almost driving her to tears.

Loki backed up, replacing his fingers with the tip of his stiff cock, and Aspis tensed, trying to brace herself, her fingers still tangled in his hair. “Relax, pet, it’ll be easier if you relax.”

She tried, she really did, but as he pushed slowly into her, tearing that thin tissue deep inside, she couldn’t help the few tears that escaped her eyes, her grip in his hair tightening. This only encouraged her Master, and he began to slowly thrust, letting her adjust to the feeling for a moment.

Soon he couldn’t hold back any longer, nearly driven mad by how tight she was, her warm, velvety walls clenching down on his cock. His hips began to move faster, harder, driving her to the edge again. She begged for release, which he granted, and she lost herself again, clamping down so hard that he almost came right then and there.

“More,” she moaned, her voice taking on a deep, primal tone. “More, Master.”

He snarled, flipping her onto her hands and knees so he could fuck her from behind. She released his hair and he pulled her wrists together, holding them against the small of her back while he slammed into her, making her scream. His other hand moved from her hip to her hair, pulling her back until her body was pressed against his. He bit into the pale skin on her shoulder so hard that it bled, and he sucked on the area until it was a dark purple.

Aspis was floating, everything she was feeling completely taking over. Loki began to whisper filthy things in her ear, all the things he was planning on doing to her, and his voice was pure, seduction. Pure sin. And she loved it. His lips to her neck, leaving more marks as he sped up, the two of them moaning and grunting in earnest as they neared their finish.

“I want you to come with me pet, when I tell you to. Do you understand?” He finished with a particularly hard thrust, making her squeal.

“Yes, Master,” she whimpered, trying to focus on what he was saying. It was hard to concentrate when everything felt so good.

It seemed impossible but her Master sped up even more, thrusting so hard she thought she’d be bruised in the morning. He released his grip on her hair, bringing his hand around to grasp her neck, choking her lightly. His other hand let go of her wrists, letting her drop forward onto her hands as he grabbed her hip, slamming it backwards against him.

“Come for me now, pet,” he growled, leaning over her to bite her neck as she did so, shaking so violently that he made her bleed again. She shrieked with pleasure as her nerves were consumed by white hot fire. At the same time, Loki grunted loudly against her bleeding skin, biting even harder as he reached his own finish inside her. The two of them collapsed on the bed, laying sideways, both of them exhausted.

“Master...?” Aspis began, wondering if he still wanted to come in her mouth.

“Shh,” he answered, slowly pulling his cock from her channel. She was shocked to feel empty once more, except this time it was only physical; she still felt plenty fulfilled. “It’s time to rest, pet. Sleep.”

And so she welcomed another dreamless night, losing consciousness with a smile on her lips.