#president loki fanfic
President Loki is in his second year of presidency and strives for perfection in all aspects of his life, including his submissive and secretary, Raven (OC). When he becomes trapped in The Void life is difficult without his submissive until a variant of her arrives. One that is more fiesty than what he’s used too.
All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!
Warnings: Heavy NSFW, Smut, Sex, Rough sex, Desk sex, Rough oral sex, Blowjobs, Bondage, Hair pulling, Spanking, Language, Dirty talk, Humilitation, Degrading language, Praise kink, Shoe licking, Face fucking, Dom/Sub relationship, President Loki is a harsh dom, Possessive behaviour, Butt plugs, Sex toys, Orgasm delay, Non con themes, Very dubious consent, President Loki is a sleazy asshole, Chains, Muzzles, Gags, Restraints, Kidnapping, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Sexual torture, Body whorship, Blood, Choking, Hair pulling, Slight dub con, Threesome, Clones, Manipulation, Cock warming, Spit roasing, Face fucking, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing
Now stuck in The Void, President Loki is surprised to find Raven has variants of her own. (This Raven is from the canon timeline)
All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!
Warnings:Heavy NSFW, Slight dub con, Smut, Sex, Threesome, Clones, Manipulation, Oral sex, Cock warming, Dirty talk, Degradation, Praise kink, Spit roasing, Face fucking, Blowjobs, Multiple orgasms, Overstimulation, Cum swallowing, Choking
Part 3
Raven
The President variant had been keeping me captive for a month now, it was getting harder to resist his advances now. It felt wrong to be giving into a man who, whilst mirrored my husband physically, was not the man I had grown to love. Although they did share some more unsavoury personality traits. It felt wrong to give into him, but he knew me inside out, he knew exactly what to do and say to get what he wanted from me. And every time I tried to resist him; he found a new way to make me cave in.
Last night he’d edged me for two hours straight just so I would beg for his cock, so I would beg him to let me cum. Slowly but surely, he was trying to mould me into the Raven from his timeline. Into the perfect submissive. He just hadn’t expected me to be so mouthy and that’s what bothered him most, that I would still try to resist him, that I wouldn’t just give in instantly like he was so used to.
He led me down the hall to his ‘office’. Although it was just a large room with mismatched office furniture and tattered curtains, rugs and cushions. I suppose it was the best he could do in The Void. He’d ‘granted the luxury’ of letting me wear clothes through the halls, not wanting his men to see ‘what should be for his eyes only’. When he wasn’t with me, I’d be confined to his bedroom in whatever lingerie he conjured for me to wear.
Opening the door, he gave me a small shove inside before locking the door behind him, meaning he had something planned, as he didn’t want us to be disturbed. Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and kissed at my neck.
“Your always so tense, pet. I would have thought you would have learnt to loosen up by now,” he spoke.
“Or is it you wish I wasn’t being so difficult anymore?” I replied.
“It would be much more enjoyable for both of us if you didn’t try to fight me every time.”
“I don’t know how many times I need to tell you, but you’re not my husband.”
“I’m well aware, pet. And I still don’t understand what’s so good about him compared to me.”
“Are you sure you want me to tell you? I wouldn’t want to bruise your sensitive ego.”
He chuckled, wrapping his hand around my throat, which only proved my point.
“A trait I’m sure I share with your husband,” he taunted, “now tell me. I’m intrigued by this lesser version of myself.”
This was the first time he’d shown any kind of interest or even allowed me to talk about him. Anytime I had mentioned my Loki before, I would be muzzled as a form of punishment.
“He’s unlike anyone I’d ever met before. He never cared about my past and the things I’d done, he didn’t see me as something that immediately needed fixing or broken beyond repair. And yet with him I feel a sense of peace that’s not achievable on my own. He only ever wanted me to be happy and safe, even if he didn’t always go about it in the best way. But I’d never met anyone as a caring, or kind or charming as him, someone who was as good at listening as him. I’d never been as happy as when I was with him,” I explained.
The more I spoke about him, the more I realized just how much I missed him. I didn’t understand why he hadn’t found me yet. The President variant ran his fingers through my hair as if to offer comfort.
He turned me to face him, looking down at me with a look of pity. For a moment I thought I had maybe gotten through to him, that he had a heart after all. And maybe, just maybe, he would consider letting me go.
“He sounds like a complete pansy. I can see why he fell for you, you’re clearly the man in the relationship.”
Scowling at him, I tried to step back out of his grasp, but he only pulled me closer, so my chest was pressed to his.
“I wasn’t finished, pet. Don’t make me reconsider this…gift. Whilst I cannot and will not bring a lesser version here, I can make a clone in his image.”
“Why? Why would you do that? Is it some kind of mind game you want to play?”
“Not quite. No matter what I try, you still insist on trying and failing to resist me. So, I’m hoping by giving you a part of what you want will get you to relax a little more.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, of course he had a hidden agenda. Anything ‘nice’ that came from him was going to be held over my head and used against me later.
Before I could protest further, I felt a familiar set of lips across my neck. Closing my eyes, I once again fought internally with what was right and wrong. The clone placed its hands on my hips but not in a possessive manner like the President variant. This touch was kinder, softer.
“It’s alright, darling. I’m here now. Everything’s going to be okay,” the clone whispered in my ear.
I wanted to believe his words even if I knew they were lies which seemed fitting, considering who they were coming from. Maybe just this once I could go along with it.
The clone continued to kiss at my neck, a slight desperation in them as if he needed me, as if he’d missed me. Desire ran through me, and I needed more. Turning to face him, I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my husband. Even if it wasn’t real, I could just pretend for a little while. Loki cupped my cheek before leaning down to kiss me slowly, savouring the feel of my lips against his. My body immediately felt at ease, melting into the kiss, and the small voice of resistance in my head was silenced.
“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you,” Loki murmured.
Before I could respond, he pressed his lips to mine again, his fingers threading through my hair. I heard The President step away, although I knew he would still be lurking nearby. No way he was going to just sit back and watch without some kind of involvement. The clone wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me flush against him as he deepened the kiss. His tongue worked against mine, groaning softly against my lips. He kissed me until I was breathless, the heat between my legs now a dull ache.
Loki unzipped my dress, letting the green silk pool at my feet. His hungry gaze swept across my body before he was on me again. Picking me up, he wrapped my legs around his waist before carrying me further into the room.
“I need to taste you again,” he insisted.
He placed me down onto The President’s lap who had been sitting on the chaise lounge. The President locked an arm around my waist in case I tried to wriggle away.
“Don’t forget about me, pet. I expect you to show me how grateful you are for your gift,” he smirked.
Of course, he did, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his words. The clone placed a firm hand on my thigh to get my attention. Meeting his gaze, I noticed the slight disappointment across his features.
“Darling, you know better than to be so defiant. This variant has taken you in, giving you a roof over your head, clothed you and fed you when such things are difficult here. He could have left you out there, alone. Is that what you would have wanted?” Loki asked.
“But-“
“But nothing. Keeping your rescuer happy is in your best interest, otherwise he may throw you out after all. And there are much worse things out there that he wouldn’t be able to protect you from.”
What he was saying made sense. The President Variant had kept me safe from Alioth, and there is the possibility I could have been found by worse variants. I was never hungry or cold here.
“Show your gracious host some gratitude,” Loki continued.
I was still a little hesitant. And both of them could sense this.
Loki grasped my chin, that look of disappointment returning.
“What if I found you? Do you think I would want you if I knew you had taken a lover, no less another version of me?” He asked.
Dread filled me at the thought, my Loki probably wouldn’t want me if he knew. He’d be too hurt, too angry to listen to reason. He’d leave me here, alone. Loki released me and I looked at The President over my shoulder.
“…thank you,” I said hesitantly.
Leaning in closer, I pressed my lips to his. The President smiled into the kiss, his hand wrapping around my throat.
“You can show me how thankful you are by keeping my cock warm,” he smirked.
The clone pulled my panties off before adjusting me so The President could free his hard cock. Pulling me down onto him, we both moaned at the feeling of him filling me. Loki smiled at the sight before spreading my legs and diving between them eagerly. He lapped at my clit, groaning hungrily at my taste. We all knew how skilled Loki’s tongue was, but to be filled with his cock at the same time brought the pleasure to a whole new level.
I was unable to hold back my moans and whimpers as the clone alternated between licking and sucking my clit. The President kept a possessive hand around my throat, whispering words of encouragement in my ear.
“Such a good girl. I can already feel your walls clenching around my cock, pet. And you’re already dripping, I bet he can taste it,” he said.
The clone groaned hungrily again in response.
One of my hands tangled in the clone’s hair to pull him even closer whilst the free one gripped The President’s arm.
“Are you going to cum, pet? Cum, cum around my cock and on his face. I want to feel it,” The President continued.
The pleasure was building faster than I could keep up, and soon enough I was tipped over the edge. My orgasm hit me hard, my head thrown back against The President’s shoulder, my nails digging into his arm as I cried out my release. The clone worked me through every wave, holding my legs still.
“Fuck, you feel so good cumming around me, pet,” The President growled in my ear, “I want you to do it again.”
The clone hadn’t stopped once now, working me into overstimulation. His grip tightened on my legs as I trembled against his tongue. The President held me still by my neck, kissing my cheek.
“Come on, pet, I know you’ve got a few more in you,” he encouraged.
In the short time I’d been here, I knew this was The President’s favourite game to play with me. Seeing how many times he could make me cum before, I was either begging or crying for him.
Just to be cruel, his hips bucked against mine, earning another pathetic whimper from me. Thankfully, the pain soon gave way to pleasure.
“Now, pet, how should the two of us have you? Perhaps your dearest husband could fill your ass whilst I continue to enjoy your cunt. Or would you prefer it the other way around?” The President listed.
I struggled to form an answer, only able to moan and gasp as the pleasure built once more.
“Or maybe you’d prefer him to watch as I make you scream for me,” he continued.
With a few more flicks of the clone’s tongue, I reached my second orgasm, moaning their name over and over like a prayer. The President growled low in my ear as my walls clenched around his cock again. His self-control was impressive, I would have thought…or maybe I wanted him to seek his own pleasure by now. My body jerked as I worked to the point of overstimulation a second time, but both of them continued to hold me still, their grip becoming bruising. Tears pricked at my eyes as I let out yet another pathetic whimper. I didn’t know how much more I could take until I was sobbing. Just a few seconds to rest would have been greatly appreciated.
“One more, pet. You can handle one more, can’t you?” The President asked, a challenge clear in his voice.
Not wanting to disappoint him or the clone, I nodded weakly. The President chuckled, kissing across my jawline.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised.
The overstimulation began to fade until it was replaced with pleasure, my body relaxing against The Presidents. He released my throat, now tracing my lips with his fingers. Acting on pure instinct and need, I took his fingers in my mouth, sucking the two digits.
“Oh, I know exactly how we should have you now, pet. I’ve been dying to claim your throat,” he determined.
I moaned around his fingers before he retracted them with a short laugh. It wasn’t much longer until the clone pushed me over the edge a third time; the orgasm leaving me limp and breathless. But finally, the clone pulled away and allowed me to come down from my high. But not for long. The clone of my husband picked me up and carried me over to the desk. Putting me down, he kissed across my neck and up to my lips.
I accepted the kiss eagerly as he fumbled to open the trousers of his robes. He pressed the thick head of his cock against my wet entrance, coating himself in my juices. Even after I had been filled only minutes ago, I still ached for it. Loki pushed into me, groaning as he sunk every inch of his cock into me. He paused once he was buried to the hilt, leaning down to capture my lips with his once more. The kisses were hungrier, needier as he threaded his fingers through my hair.
“You’ve been such a good girl for us,” the clone whispered against my lips.
My heart swelled at the praise; my mind was desperate to continue to please them. Loki clasped my neck, turning my head to look at The President and holding me there. The President watched us, smirking softly at the display. Yet he remained on the chaise lounge, although his glistening cock showed no signs of losing its hardness. Meeting his gaze, I pleaded with my eyes for him to join us. But it wasn’t good enough. He wanted me to beg for it verbally.
“Please…sir,” I asked.
Thankfully, that was good enough for him as he got to his feet and approached. My head hung off the end of the desk, the clone grasping my hips as he started a fast pace. The President stood before me, his cock inches from my mouth. Grasping himself at the base of his cock, he traced my lips with the head, smearing my juices across them. My tongue darted out, tasting myself. Pulling back a little, his cock was now just out of reach of my open, waiting mouth. I couldn’t help the desperate whine that escaped my throat.
“So desperate to clean my cock. Or are you more desperate to taste yourself off it?” He taunted.
I tried to coax him in, reaching out for him with my tongue, but it was still just out of reach. At this point I didn’t care if I was allowed to cum again, I just wanted him in my mouth. The clone snapped his hips against mine, forcing a moan from me. The President’s smirk had grown wider.
“There’s my cock hungry whore,” he marvelled.
“P-please, sir.”
His smirk turned to a triumphant grin at his victory, and at last he pushed his cock into my mouth. It was easier to take him without gagging as much in this position.
The President only stopped when my lips were at the base of his cock, the head making my throat bulge. He groaned at the tightness, gently stroking across my throat as he enjoyed the sight for a few moments. The President fucked my throat, matching the clone’s pace. All I could do was lie there and be used by both of them, give up control to them. The clone wrapped my legs around his waist, his touch and pace more tender than The Presidents.
I moaned around The President’s cock as the clone reached between my legs to rub my clit.
“If you like being filled with two cocks this much, pet, then perhaps next time I’ll have all your holes filled. And I’ll make sure to claim your ass as it’s the only thing left that doesn’t yet belong to me,” The President spoke.
I could only moan in response, my fourth orgasm building quickly. Within seconds I was cumming, my cries muffled by the cock down my throat. My nails dug into my palms as they found no purchase in the smooth oak beneath me.
The next to cum was the clone, his grip tightened on my hips as he groaned my name and the warmth of his seed filled me. And finally, The President gave one final hard thrust down my throat before cumming with a guttural growl, riding out the shock waves of his orgasm against my face. Swallowing his seed, I was glad to be able to catch my breath as he pulled out. The clone had since vanished, although the evidence he’d been there was currently leaking out of me and onto the desk.
The President smiled down at me, cupping my cheek and stroking my hair with his free hand.
“See, it’s not so bad when you submit to me, is it?” He asked, the question clearly rhetorical.
Unable to form words just yet, I gently shook my head. It wasn’t bad at all.
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Now stuck in The Void, President Loki is surprised to find Raven has variants of her own. (This Raven is from the canon timeline)
All three parts of this are pure porn with a hint of plot if you squint. Please leave comments and kudos if you enjoyed!
Warnings:Heavy NSFW, Non con themes, Very dubious consent, Smut, Sex, Bondage, President Loki is a sleazy asshole, Chains, Muzzles, Gags, Restraints, Kidnapping, Dirty talk, Praise kink, Oral sex, Multiple orgasms, Sexual torture, Body whorship, Blood, Choking, Hair pulling
Part 2
President Loki
Time seemed to pass differently in the void, not that time mattered anymore. The main thing here was avoiding Alioth in order to stay alive. In the time I’d been here, however, I had appointed myself as leader and gained a band of loyal followers. Who else better than me to rule? I had prior experience, so it made perfect sense. I had tried many times to escape this hell, to find a way to return to my own timeline, but it didn’t seem possible anymore. I was doomed to reside here until I died.
There were other Loki’s here, three that I knew of. There was an unspoken agreement to stay away from each other, not that any of them were a threat. I would eliminate the competition for my throne soon enough, one of them would eventually try to stab me in the back. We were Loki’s; it was in our nature.
It was another uneventful morning, and it was getting more difficult to find ways to entertain myself. There still wasn’t much to rule over, few people to order around. I just had it sit around and wait. Wait for my scouts to report back with more land to conquer or more people to recruit. If they came back. A lot of them had already been killed by Alioth.
The door to my ‘office’ opened and one of my most trusted men entered. He knelt first, out of respect.
“Mr. President, one of the scouts found something that we thought might be of interest to you. A woman’s been found unconscious, purple hair, black clothes.”
Purple hair. I remember Raven had mentioned during her younger, more rebellious stage that she’d dyed her hair purple. Could it be her? Or perhaps another her from another timeline? Would she know who I was? Only one way to find out.
After a assembling a small team of men, we headed out, taking one of the larger vehicles. I had to admit; I was a mixture of nervous and excited. Excited to see her again, but nervous that it wouldn’t be my Raven. Although I’m sure I could work with whoever was waiting for me. Reaching the scouts’ location, I climbed out of the back of the van. And there, sprawled out in the grass, was Raven. But not my Raven.
Her hair was shorter, shoulder length, and dyed purple. Her makeup was darker, her lipstick shade matching her hair. But the most striking thing was her attire. She wore a black hooded top piece with a black feathered corset which accentuated her body in all the right places; the outfit was completed with black leather trousers and boots. Slowly, she came round, her eyes opening. She glanced around before her gaze settled on me, recognition flashing across her features.
“Loki?” She questioned.
So, I did exist in her timeline. And perhaps I could make that work to my advantage. Going to her, I offered her my hand to help her up, which she took. Gently, I cupped her cheek, noticing how she leaned into my touch.
“You’ll make a perfect replacement, pet. I’ve been dying for a blow-“
Raven cut me off as she struck me hard across the face. Obviously, this one was a lot feistier than what I was used to. No matter, I’d tamed her before, I could do it again. Whether that took days or weeks was up to her.
Raven continued to cuss me out, but I wasn’t listening, I was busy thinking of all the ways I was going to break her. Quickly, she realized I wasn’t listening and slapped me again. On her finger I spotted sight of a wedding ring. It didn’t take me long to put the pieces together. Her Loki must be pathetic if he let her get away with speaking like that. Conjuring a clone behind her, she was quickly restrained with Asgardian cuffs that would stop her from using any of her abilities. Raven struggled against the clone, demanding to be let go. Frankly, she’d done enough talking. Conjuring a muzzle to match her restraints, I secured it across her mouth to silence her.
If looks could kill, her glare would end my existence here and now. Even with the muzzle, she still tried to talk, the sounds muffled.
“What was that, pet? I can’t quite hear you around the gag.” I taunted.
Hoisting her over my shoulder, I carried her with ease back to the van despite her struggle. Her petite frame and height of 5’3’ was practically nothing to carry. Once inside, I placed her down and took my seat before pulling her down onto my lap. I adjusted her so she could feel just how hard I was for her. Raven shot me another signature glare as I snaked an arm around her waist to keep her still.
During the journey back, I gently ground my hips against hers for some much-needed friction. Raven refused to meet my gaze, but I bet she was wet just from feeling how hard I was for her. One hand worked its way up her spine, to the nape of her neck, before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling back gently.
“Don’t worry, pet. We’ll work on getting to know each other a lot better soon enough,” I sneered.
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Raven had spent the night chained in the basement, hopefully it would make her lose some of that attitude. If not, I’m sure I could find other methods. Opening the door to the basement, I flicked the light switch on before locking the door behind me. I wanted to make sure that we wouldn’t be interrupted. Raven squinted as the lights turned on, her vision slowly adjusting. Her wrists were bound above her head with a gold chain, and I had used my magic to give her a much more appealing outfit. She was practically gift wrapped for me.
The lingerie I had chosen was a green and black basque that had small gold snakes sewn across the green lace with matching crotchless panties and black stockings. My hands were already itching to get a hold of her.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions, as do I. I’d be more than happy to answer them for you,” I said, “but let’s start with the basics, you are in a place we called the void thanks to the timekeepers. And you’re lucky I was the one that came across you, otherwise I don’t think you would have lasted very long against Alioth.”
“My main question is, when do I get out of here?” She asked.
“That entirely depends on you, pet. When you surrender yourself to me, only then will I let you out of your bonds.”
Raven was visibly unhappy with my answer, tugging at the restraints in the hopes they would give.
“I will never give myself to you,” Raven spat, “and when my Loki finds me-“
“If he finds you. Which I doubt. Which leads me to my first question. You recognised me; does he look like me?”
“Yes.”
Circling her, I came to a stop behind her, now admiring her from behind. Threading my fingers through her hair, I pulled her head back a little.
“In every way?” I smirked.
She tried to shake her head free of my grasp, but I tightened my grip to hold her still, my lips ghosting over the shell of her ear.
“I bet I do. But something tells me that despite our similarities, I’m the superior Loki.”
“Just because you happen to be a president in your timeline? My Loki was a king.”
“Was? So, it didn’t last long then?” I chuckled, releasing her, before coming to face her again, “why settle for a lesser version when you can have me?”
“You said I would make a perfect replacement, does that mean that I exist in your timeline?”
“You do. You weren’t just my secretary; you were my submissive.”
Pursing her lips, Raven seemed to now regret having asked. Raven flinched away from me as I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Which means I know your body better than you do,” I continued.
My hand wrapped around her throat in a possessive manner, making sure she held still and couldn’t try to shift away from me anymore. Leaning in, my lips were now inches from hers and it was taking a lot of willpower not to kiss her.
“I know all the right spots that will make you surrender to me. I know all the different ways I can have you dripping for me.”
Raven let out a soft, shaky breath, refusing to meet my gaze, and there was now a hint of tension between us. She could deny it all she wanted, but I knew I was starting to break down that hard exterior.
“I already told you, I won’t surrender to you,” Raven spat.
“You will. Willingly too. Because I don’t just know your body better than you. But your mind too. I know that you crave my touch, that my touch is the only one you trust considering your past. So, you can continue to deny yourself, pet, but we both know you’ll cave even if it takes hours.”
The tension reached new heights and I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, kissing her hard. Her sound of protest was ignored, making her resort to biting me. Pulling back, I could feel blood seeping from the small wound.
The little bitch even looked proud of herself for causing me injury, which only gave me more incentive to make her regret it. Smirking, I wiped away the blood.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you, pet,” I said.
Removing my suit jacket, I draped it over the back of a chair before rolling my sleeves up. Raven tensed, readying herself for my next move. As much as I wanted to skip the foreplay and sink my cock into her, I knew I had to be patient in order to get what I wanted in the long run.
Standing behind her again, I pressed my body against hers as I gently kissed across her neck. Whilst she tensed further, there was no mistaking the sharp intake of breath as my lips made contact with her flesh. Smirking against her, I ghosted my fingertips down her side before resting my hand on her hip.
“For someone so determined to resist me, you aren’t saying no to me anymore,” I taunted.
“You’ve already made it clear you wouldn’t listen, anyway.”
“True. I’m sure I’ll have you begging for me soon enough.”
I nipped at her neck, sucking a purple mark into her pale skin to claim her as mine. Raven made a barely audible sound before biting down on her lip. My hand slid lower, unclasping her stockings.
“As good as you look in this, pet, I’m eager to see what’s beneath it again,” I said whilst unhooking the back of her lingerie.
I placed a kiss on the top of her spine before coming back round to face her. Untying the straps on the basque, I then pulled it from her.
My cock gave an eager throb at the sight of her body, something that would soon be mine. Once she gave in, she would be easy enough to train. I kissed a trail from her collar to her breasts, teasing her nipples with my tongue until they formed hardened peaks. A faint whine escaped Raven’s lips, her cheeks flushed with arousal and shame.
“Why fight your desires? We both know you want this, give in and your obedience shall be rewarded,” I bargained.
She remained silent, scowling at me in an attempt to hide her true emotions. But the cracks had already formed, it would be a matter of time before she crumbled.
My patience had worn thin, it had been forever since I had felt proper human contact, since I had felt the softness and warmth of her skin. And my right hand really was nothing compared to her. Reaching between her legs, I was pleasantly surprised to find her wet.
“I told you I know your body better than you do, pet. You’re already so wet and I’ve hardly done a thing,” I grinned.
She averted her gaze, refusing to look at me in a final act of defiance. Using my magic, I corrected her mistake and forced her to look at me.
“Ah ah ah, I want to see the look in your eyes when I make you cum, pet.”
Now that she was unable to look away or close her eyes, I rubbed her clit in gentle circles, wanting to tease her first. Raven’s lips pressed into a thin line, determined to stay quiet if nothing else. My cock ached and my mouth watered for her, my self-control slipping again as I kissed at her neck hungrily.
“I can’t wait to feel you on my cock,” I growled, “to hear you scream my name.”
Raven gasped as I sucked another mark into her neck, claiming her further. Increasing the pressure on her clit, I also sped up the pace, determined to make her cum.
Her cheeks turned from pink to red as she struggled to keep her breathing even. But despite her efforts, a soft moan soon tore free.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised.
With just a hint of praise, Raven seemed to relax a little, but I knew there was still a way to go.
“Don’t hold back, pet. It’s only us here, nobody else will hear you,” I encouraged her.
I coaxed another soft moan from her, her body relaxing further into my touch. Her thighs trembled as I edged her closer to her first orgasm.
My other hand wrapped around her slender throat, applying slight pressure.
“Cum for me,” I purred.
Unable to hold back her orgasm any longer, Raven let out a soft whimper before freeing her bottom lip and cursing aloud. My cock twitched again at the sight of her, at her moans as I worked her through every wave. Releasing her neck, I stroked across her cheek.
“Such a good girl for me.”
Using my magic to further my advantage, I kissed her again, as she was unable to fight back.
I took my time, still working her clit. Raven gasped against my lips at the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“You have no idea how long I’ve needed this, needed you,” I murmured.
Finally, I released her clit, bringing my fingers to my mouth to taste her. Just a hint of her taste had my mouth watering for more. Raven had no choice to watch as I cleaned my fingers of her juices and there was no mistaking the arousal in her eyes. She wanted more, but was still too stubborn to ask for it. Not that it mattered, I already planned to give her so much more.
“You want to cum again. Don’t you, pet?” I asked.
I released my hold over her, Raven now free to blink and move her head again. She didn’t deny my question, but she also didn’t answer. She likely felt shame for cumming for another man that wasn’t her husband, yet looked like him in every single way. I kissed a trail from her neck to her ear.
“I know you want it, want me. I know you’re too stubborn to ask and that’s fine, pet. Because I plan on making you cum until you can’t take it anymore. And once you’re nothing but a crying, whimpering mess for me, only then will I fuck you and truly make you mine.”
I expected a fiery response from her, but she stayed silent, refusing to meet my gaze. At least I had worked through her defiant, stubborn streak. This was progress, and that’s what mattered. And I’m sure I could get her to loosen her tongue again soon enough. Perhaps she’d even beg for my cock by the time I was finished eating her cunt. Lowering myself to my knees, I kissed across her thighs, working my way inwards. Surprisingly, she didn’t struggle even as I hoisted her legs over my shoulders, so the backs of her thighs rested on them.
My tongue delved between her folds, lapping at her wetness hungrily. Gripping her hips to keep her still, my tongue worked its way up to her clit. Raven’s breaths were ragged as I caressed the small bundle of nerves. I couldn’t help but groan at her taste, I’d missed being between her legs. My cock was painful hard and leaking, I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. I worked her clit harder, determined to make her cum quicker. Raven whined, still desperately trying to hold back her sounds of pleasure.
But it was no use as I forced her second orgasm from her, her moans and cries filling the room. I didn’t stop or slow down for a second, keeping to my earlier promise. She bucked against me as overstimulation set in, whimpering, but not once did she tell me to stop. Slowly but surely, I was winning her over. Her overstimulation quickly turned to pleasure again before she was cumming a third time.
I forced orgasm after orgasm from her, lapping up every drop of her juices. Raven was unable to stifle her sounds anymore, moaning for me without a hint of resistance. It wasn’t until her seventh orgasm that she was shaking for me, and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until I could have her in the way I craved.
“L-Loki,” she whimpered, “please.”
Grinning, I continued, determined to force one more from her. Quickly Raven tumbled over the edge, crying out my name.
Finally, I ceased the torturous pleasure, getting to my feet to admire her quivering form. Tears rolled down her cheeks, yet her eyes begged for more. Her legs struggled to keep her up, the chains around her wrists being the only thing keeping her upright. Fisting her hair, I forced my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself. She accepted the kiss, moaning softly into it. Gently, I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger. Even after turning her into a mess, I knew she was still desperate to have me inside of her.
“You’ve done so well, pet. But I think you’ve got one more left in you. After all, we haven’t gotten to the best part yet,” I spoke.
“I-“
“You don’t want to disappoint me now, do you, pet?”
The last of Raven’s defiance had been snuffed out, her walls completely broken down.
“Please,” she pleaded.
“Please what?” I smirked, wanting to hear her say it.
“Please…fuck me.”
“Such a cock hungry slut even after you swore you wouldn’t surrender to me. Does it still ache between your legs even after I’ve made you cum eight times? Do you need me to fill you in the way only I can?”
There was a moment’s hesitation from her before she swallowed her pride and nodded. Smirking, I used my magic to free her from her chains. I caught her before she could collapse to the floor, letting her rest her weight on me.
Picking her up with ease, I carried her over to the chair I had draped my jacket over earlier. Sitting down, I positioned her so she was straddling my lap before using my magic to recuff her wrists behind her back. Working open my belt and trousers, I freed my aching cock before pushing into her with ease from how wet she was. Both of us moaned loud at the much-needed contact, my fingers digging into her hips hard enough that she would likely have marks later.
“This perfect cunt is mine,” I growled.
My hips bucked against hers as I lifted her up and down on to my cock. Raven let me use her, moaning as I fucked her harder. She had no idea how good she looked like this, her back arched slightly as her breasts bounced from the quick pace, her eyes shut in pure pleasure as I forced more moans and gasps from her. The sight was one to savour.
“You always did look your best when you’re filled with my cock,” I grunted.
Leaning forward, I left more purple marks across her flesh as my own pleasure continued to build.
It wasn’t long before Raven’s ninth orgasm began to build, her walls starting to tighten as her moans became louder and frequent. And quickly she was dragging me under with her, but I needed her to cum again first.
“Cum for me,” I ordered.
Within seconds, Raven’s body tensed as she cried out my name and her walls clenched around my cock. The sound of my name coming from her lips was what tipped me over the edge. With one final hard thrust and a loud guttural groan, I filled her with my seed and truly claimed her as mine.
Raven went limp against me, and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing at her neck and shoulder lazily. Eventually, I found the strength to lift her off me, our combined fluids now staining the front of my trousers. It would likely be a little while before Raven could move again. Perhaps if her defiant side didn’t make another reappearance, I would allow her to stay in my own room. But if it did appear, I’m sure I could find other ways to earn her submission.
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