The Book of Blood
When Aspis woke the next morning she was alone, Loki nowhere in sight. Confused, she looked around before noticing a small card standing on the table near the fireplace. She scooted to the edge of the bed, holding up her hand to test the barrier. She was relieved to find it missing, scrambling out of the horrid bed to see what the note was about. It wasn’t until she stood that she realized how sore she was, her legs and abdomen feeling tight, and her center feeling extremely sensitive.
The word Pet was written on a curling script on the front, much more refined than she would have guessed Loki’s handwriting to be. Ignoring the way her heart hummed at the name, she opened the card, reading his message.
Take a bath when you wake up, little one. If I’ve not returned by the time you’re done, feel free to read or lounge on the couch. I will be back in plenty of time to share lunch with you.
She sighed, letting the note fall back onto the table. Not as much freedom as she would have liked, but at least she didn’t have to stay on that cursed bed all day. She made her way to the bathroom, ready to enjoy a good soak by herself for once.
After she’d scrubbed her skin raw so that she was completely pink and smelled of lilacs, she emerged from the tub and reached for a towel, her hand brushing a lush obsidian robe she hadn’t noticed before. It looked much too small to fit her Master, so she pulled the soft material over her shoulders. It fit her perfectly, and she smiled, wondering why she’d been given this gift.
She walked in front of the mirror, admiring how healthy she looked after just over a week. The burn marks stretching from her collar made her smile falter, and she winced as she traced her fingers over them. All she truly wanted was to get out of the golden bindings.
And a thought occurred to her. Maybe, if she played her cards right, it she behaved, Loki would take the collar off. As long as she played her part as his obedient little pet, he rewarded her, and eventually he’d have to remove it, right? Then she could make her move, use her powers to get out of this place. To get back home.
She smiled, baring her extremely long canines in the mirror. Her precious fangs. Yes, she’d get out of here in no time. All she had to do was outsmart the God of Mischief.
Loki returned to find his pet dozing on the couch, the robe he’d acquired for her wrapped tightly around her curves. He smirked, waving his hand to make their meal appear on the table in front of her. Then he conjured her leash, tugging it lightly to rouse her from sleep.
She bolted upright, pulling her robe tighter against her ivory skin. “Master?”
He pulled her upward by the golden links, running a finger over here prominent collarbones, “Hello, pet. I see you found the little present I left for you. Do you like it?”
Her small grin as she turned her gaze to the floor told him everything. “Yes Master, thank you.”
“Of course, little one.” He stepped around her to sit where she’d been sleeping, and he was pleased to see she immediately sat on his lap, her ass pressing against his crotch.
He fed her, as usual, rumbling his chest in approval when she licked his fingers, sucking gently on them to get every last drop of her lunch. He was growing harder by the second, and the way she was grinding her ass into him certainly wasn’t slowing anything down.
“Pet,” he purred against her neck, biting it lightly and chuckling at the little gasp she made. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
She turned her head, gazing at him innocently, her large ruby eyes warm enough to melt almost anyone’s heart. Almost.
“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”
She let out a little squeal when he slapped her playfully on the ass, flipping her around to straddle him. “Oh I believe you do, my little vipress vixen.”
She puffed out her bottom lip, pouting. “Master, can I ask you a question?”
“Yes?” he replied, sliding the edges of her robe to the side so he could latch his lips onto her hardened nipples.
“I, oh, I was wondering when, ah, when I would get the collar off?” she whimpered as he bit and sucked at her breasts, her head falling back as she let out a soft string of moans.
He paused in his attentions, pulling away from her delightful chest. “Is that what this is about? You want to turn me to stone?”
Her eyes widened and her pulse quickened, her glazy eyes trying to focus on his scowl. “No, Master, never! It just burns so much.”
“It doesn’t burn if you behave, pet.”
Her mouth formed a pout again, her eyes falling to her hands as she fidgeted with her fingernails. “I know, Master. I just don’t like feeling helpless. It scares me.”
He could understand, images of muzzles and his time in the dungeons below flashing through his mind. He tilted his head, considering. “Does anything else scare you, little one?”
He felt her pulse grow even faster, the blush he so enjoyed creeping onto her cheeks as she whispered, “You do, Master.”
“Ah,” he answered, stroking her exposed nipples idly with his fingers, “but do I excite you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, watching as his hands dipped lower into the confines of her robe. His erection throbbed as he felt just how wet she was for him already, drawing another little gasp from the girl on his lap.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her ear. “Good.”
She shivered, and he lifted her up, spinning them so he pinned her back against the cushions. A wave of his hand ridded them of their clothing and her leash, and he dropped his head to her heated core, relishing the taste of her arousal on his cool tongue. Her fingers intertwined themselves in his hair and he growled in approval. Her nails felt divine as they ran across his scalp.
He brought her to her finish twice by his lips and tongue, her begging and screaming music to his sadistic ears. When her eyes succumbed to a lustful need, her voice lowering as she allowed herself to be ravished, he moved upwards, pinning her hands above her head as he began to thrust himself into her agonizingly tight pussy. She howled at his harshness, begging for more, and he sped up, his hips snapping loudly against her wetness.
“You love this, pet, don’t you? The feel of my cock stretching your sopping cunt? You’re making quite a mess.” He admired just how much of her slick was staining the couch below them.
Aspis didn’t reply, completely giving in to the pure ecstasy she felt at the hands of her Master. Her moans echoed off the walls. Normally she would have been embarrassed, but she was too far gone to notice, much less care.
Loki began attacking her chest with his mouth again, jolts of electricity shooting downwards to her center as he bit and sucked. He fucked her as if he were starving, leaving a trail of purple and red across her breasts as his hips picked up speed, grunting and moaning as he went. He smirked when Aspis struggled to form the words asking to cum, nodding at her request as he bit down in her neck. She screamed and arched against him, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
Growling, he moved his hands to support her and picked her upright, moving them to the closest wall. Pinning her against it with one hand on her ass, the other around her neck, he was happy to see she melted into him when he began driving his cock into her again slowly. He resumed his work on her breasts, enjoying the breathless gasps and whimpers she gave when he held her nipples between his teeth, licking the tips with his chilly tongue.
“Who owns you pet?” he purred against her sensitive, causing her to give a whiny moan.
“You do, Master.”
“Do you enjoy taking my cock, covering it in your juices when I bite you? When I spank you?” The last question was accompanied by a harsh slap to her ass, making her sounds even louder, deeper, needier. “Hmm, my little painslut?”
“Yes, Master,” she struggled to whine from underneath the tightening fingers on her throat. He could feel her reaching another peak so he slowed even further, lifting her again to throw her down on the bed, his dick never leaving the warmth of her pussy.
Loki picked up his pace again, placing a hand on either side of her head. He let her nails dig into his back hard enough to draw blood. Snarling at the feeling, he thrusted deeper, harder, changing the angle to hit her G-spot in a new way. It drove her to the edge and she begged to come a fourth time, tears leaking from her clenched eyes.
“Such a greedy little whore, pet. Such a needy little kitty. Yes, you may come, but you have to look at me when you do.” Her eyes fluttered open, her pupils dilated so large that all of the red of her irises had nearly disappeared. “Come, pet. Now.”
The strength of her orgasm drove him to his own. He continued to fuck her as he came, groaning in pleasure. He collapsed on top of her and they laid together, trying to regain their composure.
Loki was the first to come down, pulling his softening dick from her throbbing pussy, the combinations of their orgasms leaking onto the sheets. He smirked, knowing she loved just how much he could make that little body of hers do, even if there was still some resistance left in her mind.
He summoned a damp cloth and wiped Aspis clean, amused to see she seemed incapable of moving. When he was finished, he adjusted her so that she was laying on the pillows. Then he left the room, returning to his daily tasks.
She woke up in the early evening, the sun dipping low into the sky. Sighing, Aspis swung her legs over the bed. She tried to stand; immediately she fell back onto the mattress, grumbling to herself about gods and their manipulative ways.
After a few more failed attempts, she got up on her shaky legs and went to the bookshelf, selecting a few things to read while she waited for Loki to come back for dinner. He never ate with her, and she assumed he was dining with the rest of his family, but she didn’t care. If this was how just one Asgardian acted, she wasn’t sure she wanted to meet any more.
Hobbling over to a chair by the fireplace, she pulled it right in front of the glass doors to the balcony, content to enjoy the books in the warmth of the fading sunlight.
The first novel she’d selected was a thick, ancient-looking book bound in a leather cover that was as bloody as her eyes. She opened it and skimmed the first few pages, realizing it was a history of the gods, goddesses, and other deities of different Midgardian cultures. Being from Crete, she flipped through the pages until she found a large section about Greek mythology over the ages, and began to read.
She’d gotten into a section on Minoan beliefs when a sudden, violent pain sprouted in her temple. She pressed on, thinking it was hunger or dehydration. There was text about all sorts of rituals and statues, and she came across a picture of the Minoan Snake Goddess.
After looking at the picture Aspis dropped the book and grasped her head, the pain spreading like wildfire. Something was wrong, and she had no idea what to do. She was about to call for Loki when she started to scream, the feelings intensifying, blood starting to drip from her eyes and nose.
And then her vision faded into a black nothingness.