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autumnvine · 1 month

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What is a Hallloween?

Summary: You were discussing Halloween with your new husband, of course you didn't realise he didn't know what Halloween was, leading to some emotions, calls to your best friend, some thoughts that come to light upsetting everyone. Happy ending of course.

Sitting with Loki was perfect, everything with Loki was perfect, he was perfect. You were so in love with him, just looking at him warmed your heart, feeling his touch made you instantly feel protected like nothing could ever get you, he was yours and you were his, forever. Yn Laufeyson , Mrs Laufeyson forever

"What are you thinking about my love? You have that look upon your face?

"What look? I don't have a look"

"Oh you have a look, beautiful, your eyes gazing deep into the stars, thoughts running wild in that head of yours" Kissing your forhead, as you leaned into his chest.

"I was just thinking about halloween, maybe we could go pumpkin picking and make candy apples and oh we could turn the garden to a graveyard, the loft into an apothecary we could do so much with this house this year. What do you think?" Almost bursting with excitment Loki however was concerned.

"My darling I would realine the planets if it would make you happy, I wonder my dear forgive me for asking, why would you want our garden to become the eternal resting place of so many? And why an apothecary in our upstairs storage did you forget who your married to, we have no need for lavander potions and sage sticks, I am the God of Mischief, a frost giant, I have magic coursing through my veins."

Slowly loosing your simle, awkwardly twirling your hair you didn't expect Loki to react that way, he wasn't mad or upset, he just wasn't as excited as you were, "It's just for one day I'm sorry, I- it doesn't matter it's not important. Um I'm going to go make some coffee do you want some?" Feeling the tears well up almost instantly "Do you want coffee?" asking again a little more quietly

"Y/n did I say something? Is something wrong?"

"No, um coffee?"

"Darling, no coffee just sit down a second, I never ment to upset you or anything I'm sorry this is your home you can turn it into a burrial ground or a pop up potion store in our upstairs, why are you upset?"

Awkwardly sitting beside him fumbling with your words, "It's just one day"

"Darling you cannot burry people for one day, I will not dig them up and move them the following moring. Why would you want that?"

"I don't, please just drop it, it's really not important Loki, I'm tired I'm sorry forget about it please."

Standing up, rubbing your arm leaning over to kiss your husband on the head, "Goodnight" twenty minuites ago you felt cute, pretty, wearing your favourite pyjammas and little fluffy slipper boots, now you just felt ridiculous like you wanted to curl up in the corner and hide away.

Loki left you be, afraid to make you more upset by accident, picking up the kitchen phone and the list of numbers you had written down for him, he called your best friend,

"Wanda, I need your assistance I don't like to do this, and I really hate what happened more, so you might fix the situation?"

"Loki what's wrong is Y/n alright?"

"Fine, she is in bed"

"Is she sick?"

"No, more upset, Why does she want the garden to be a burial ground? Why is my house turning into the popup shop, why are they mad, all i said was that i won't be digging up the bodies for one day, now there in bed?"

"What?" Wanda more confused then ever

"What is a Halloween? She said Can we have a graveyard in the garden for halloween and apples with candy, what is a Hallloween, she wants to get a pumpkin and have a spell shop fo the pumpkin and I asked about it, she got all flustered and left." Fully understanding now Wanda couldn't help but giggle on the other end of the phone line,

"How dare you mock me"

"I'm not Loki Halloween is a magical night that y.n cares very much about, for her it's the best day of the year"

"What about our wedding day" Loki asked almost soul destroyed

"Oi listen it's important to her, you mocked it, it hurt her, she loves it, it's magical, you decorate your house like a graveyard with skeletons or bats, or pumpkins or ghosts and whitches, it's not an actual cemetery you don't really dig a grave for people or dig them back up, a candy apple is just a thing you do together then watch a scary movie later on eating it. It's traditional, and a very celebrated holiday on earth, midguard, it's important to her, and you shut it down, so yeah she probable got awkward and left, she doesn't like asking things of people Loki, you know that, when was the last time she really asked you for anything?.... Exactly she doesn't. She knows that you have power Loki, she know's your a God and she knows that she will never be like you, but Halloween is the one day of the year she feels closest to you."

Loki in shock from learning the knowledge of his wife from her best friend, you never told him any of this,

"How is you seem so enlightened in my wife's life and personal feelings? How is it you know all of this information?"

"She's my best friend, she has been since we were little, you have to understand that women believe it or not Loki but we confide in eachother"

"Why didn't she tell me?"

"Loki it's not that big of a deal"

"And yet you know that my wife feels closest to me on a holdiay filled with graveyards."

"That's not what I said is it, it's one of the most powerful days of the year, for her it's magical she believes in it, she believes in the magic. You are powerful Loki as am I and Yn doesn't have the same abilities we do. It gets to her sometimes, just trust me, you should feel flattered."

"Wanda you've been insightful as usual"

"Good luck Loki"

Loki made some coffee for the both of you and conjured up a candy apple, taking to the stairs prepairing everything he was going to say in his head, nothing would come, nothing sounded good enough. It;s not his fault he didn't do anything, he just didn't know how important Halloween was to you. The bedroom door was open a little, politely knocking before pushing it open, to fine, noone. It's dark and empty "Yn?" with no reply he set down the coffees and apples turning on the light switch, still noone "Yn where are you?" calling your name a little louder "I'm sorry, darling where are you?" Looking in other rooms for you, calling your name over and over, each time slightly more panicked then the last. He felt a cool breeze brush over his feet, the forest green curtains gently blowing in from the open patio door, "Yn?" Loki called softer not wanting to startle you, "I'm out here" Quickly flicking his wrist to have two cups of coffee and a blanket for you he came and sat beside you. "I'm sorry"

"It's okay Loki it wasn't your fault, I never ment to argue with you, I never ment to upset you I'm sorry Loki"

"Hey, nothing was your fault, so I spoke with Wanda"

"I was wondering if you would like to toffee some apples with me? and perhaps I teach you a few things"

a smile appreared across your face, teeth on display and all,

"Really, like what?"

"Do you trust me?" Loki asked taking your hand

"Always"

"Close your eyes, think about what you want to eat right now"

You did and appered in your hand was a plate of pumpkin pie

with two forks. "Oh Loki tat's amazing, here try this you will love this, well I hope because I love this, here try." before Loki could ask what it was you put the fork loaded with pie in his mouth, watching him intently scanning his face for his reaction to weather he likeed it or not, seeing as he licked him lips and bit down gently on his bottom lip, "I would say it's successful, you like?"

"I love" Loki picked up the fork feeding you some in return

"Yn my darling you know you are the most important to thing to me in the entire world, galaxy?" you nodded in responce with a chunk of pie in your mouth

"You know that I adore you and everything about you?" again you nodded

"Yn I wanted to ask about something Wanda said, Do you feel closest to me on Halloween?"

His question sounded more loaded, like it was weighing on his mind, "Yeah I guess but it's not a bad thing, when I said that to Wanda first I didn't think she'd tell you, not like that makes it any better, but I just meant that for one night I could be apart of your world. Where magic was everywhere, where the non magic people like me, get to be as amazing as you, I get to fit in in your world, I get to be apart of all your world."

"My love you are a part of my world, you are my world, without you I, well I don't know what I'd do, You don't need magic to be apart of my world. Darling you are my heart and soul. And I love you more then anything."

"I know and sometimes I just let my head get in the way you know, it doesn't matter it's okay"

"No I don't know, you don't tell me these things, you tell Wanda but you don't tell me. I just want to make sure that you know you can talk to me about everything. My darling I'm your husband forever and you are my wife, I tell you everything. I don't expect you to tell me everything and by no means you don't have to, but anytime you want to, you can is all. I'm always here for you. And your head never gets in the way please do not think like that, your head is precious and beautiful and very important to me, all your thoughts are important to me."

"I just wonder sometimes if you regret your decision that's all"

"What decision?" Loki asked having some more pie

"Marrying me"

Spitting the pie accidentally half way across the floor, Loki took your hands, rubbing his over your knuckles, he did not expect that

"Why, why would you say that? Why do you think that? do you regret your decision?"

"Loki of course I don't regret it, it is different for me though, you had a beautiful home, a throne, you were born to be a king, you are the prince of Asgard and Jotenhiem where you accept that or not, baby you are royalty and you have amazing abilities and you, you have a much longer lifed expectancy lets put it that way, it won't be long before I'm old, sore, grey, sick, and you'll still be the same, handsome, thick dark hair, dreamy eyes that anyone could get lost in, you'll still be perfect" looking up from your hands from his hands, noticing a stray tear runnig down his sharp cheekbones, dripping off his chin on to his white shirt, creating a small wet dot, followed by another on the opposite side, and another, and another until the flood gates opened.

"I can't bear the thought of loosing you Yn I won't I can't, I won't let it happen. I can't"

"Loki it's going to happen"

"No! no it won't It can't!" Loki becoming louder and frightened and more upset, scared. Terrified of loosing you.

"You walked away from everythting to be with me, you turned down your leadership, your throne, your golden palace, your kingdom, you gave up everything just to spend a few years with me, I can't help but think what's going to happen to you, after I, what'll happen I don't want you to be alone forever, I don't want you to have to be stuck here I know you hate it here on earth. I don't want you to forget about me Loki, and you will one day. What's going to happen?"

You and Loki crying and cuddling eachother, trying to pull yourself together for him, trying to contain your thoughts that get in the way, he said he wanted to know.

"Yn I don't know what will happen but I promise you I could never forget you, I will never be here without you, I promise."

"You can't promise that"

"I do, I promised you on our wedding day and I'm reminding you of it now, you are always and forever will be the sole owner and gate keeper of my heart, my every thought. Now you were telling me about this Halloween and what we are going to do? You were all excited before and I want your tears banished, your graveyard in the garden, your Skellington dangling off the roof, I believe we can use soome of our magic to have a witch flying above the roof, and this pie i want to bake with you it was delicious until I spat it unpleasantly accidentally across the whole floor, And I want to make a toffee apple and see if I can get my back teeth to stick together with the toffee, I want to make a potion bowl with you filled with different sweet treats and nic nac snacks I believe you call them. And my love correct me if I'm wrong, this Halloween requires the dressing up in someting you wouldn't usuallly wear am I wrong?"

"I love your plan, I love you,I love everything about you I'm sorry I let my thoughts run wild on you, but your right everything I told Wanda I should tell you first, and I didn't want there to be anything beetween us, ever, so that's what I was thinking about and telling Wanda about, she told me the same as you, that I couldn't be replaced and to cherish the time we have together instead of wondering what will happen when it's gone. And you know what, right now, this is good, me and you together.

So you've given Halloween some thought, now for the most important question o the night,

What cotume shall you be ripping off me on halloween night?"

"Oh my love, you don't need a costume" lifting you up off the chair kissing you in his arms, "What your wearing now works just fine."

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wheredafandomat · 1 year

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Blood Lust

Written by @wheredafandomat and @simplyholl 🖤

Welcome to Whore-O-Ween everyone!!

Summary: You're sent to live with Father Laufeyson who is known for his work with wayward young ladies. But all is not as it seems.

Pairing: Loki x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Blasphemy. Loki going down on you while you're bleeding. Loss of virginity. Masturbation. Voyeurism.

W/C: 3K

Part of the Whore-O-Ween Spooktacular

The glow of the candlelight flickered. You stood to place another log on the fire. You were locked in your room for the third time this week. Since you had come of age, the young men of the village had taken notice of you.

Now you were twenty years old, and your family was desperate to marry you off. But you had gained a reputation among the village. You were to marry the innkeeper’s son, Jonathon. But his family broke the engagement once word got to them.

You had been seen with two men alone. This was all so silly. You had never even been kissed. You were saving everything for your husband, like any devout girl would.

Your father walked in, taking the wood from you, and placing it on the dying flames. “Daughter, you know there has been talk of your sins around the village. I cannot wed you to any of the young men. Even old Mr. Smith wouldn’t accept my offer for your hand.”

Your breakfast threatened to come back up at the mention of him. He was a strange, bald man who lived a few houses down. His wife had died of influenza years ago, and he never remarried.

“Harvey told me about a priest who takes in young girls who find themselves in trouble. He will pray over you and reform you until you are ready to come home. He lives two towns over. His name is Father Laufeyson. I sent him a letter asking him to take you. His reply came this morning, and he agreed. Pack your belongings. We will make the journey when the sun rises tomorrow.”

When you arrive, you notice Father Laufeyson’s house looks more like a castle from your storybooks than the cottages you were used to. That’s probably why it was tucked away far into the woods, away from the other houses.

Two people stood outside the large house waiting for you. One was Father Laufeyson. The first thing you notice is how handsome he is. You blush, God forgive me for thinking inappropriately, especially about a man of the cloth you silently pray.

The other was a tall brunette woman. She appeared to be a few years older than you. She beamed, walking toward you. She pulls you in for a hug, “I’m Esther.” You introduce yourself, returning the hug. She takes your hand, leading you into your new home.

That night at dinner, the three of you talked like old friends. You were starving, you notice Father Laufeyson doesn’t eat much. He just sips his red wine, listening to you and Esther chatter.

The following morning you change into your best church dress, meeting him and Esther downstairs. You and Esther take a seat in the front of the church. You look at the congregation, taking note that it’s mostly women. How unusual you thought.

Where were their husbands, brothers, and fathers? You shrug it off. Church was the only place a lady could go without the company of a man. You carefully watch Father Laufeyson as he begins the service.

There was something off about him, but you couldn’t place it. It could be that you were attracted to him. That had to be it. The priest in your village was old when you were born. You just weren’t used to priests being this young. After church, he took you and Esther on a picnic for lunch. You two ate the delicious sandwiches he prepared, but he refused saying he wasn’t hungry.

You had free reign of the house except for Father Laufeyson’s room. All three of you had rooms on the same floor. Yours and Esther’s were beside each other, making it easy for late night talks. His was down the hall.

It had been four weeks since you first arrived. You liked it better with each passing day. You could take walks along the property. You could read all day, if you liked. He had quite the extensive library.

You wake up in the middle of the night when you hear Esther cry out. You leave your room, candle in hand walking toward the noise. You stop at Father Laufeyson’s room. The door is ajar just enough to peek inside. You see Esther against the wall, head thrown back in ecstasy, legs wrapped around his waist. He thrusts up into her. You gasp, covering your mouth when he looks toward the door.

You know you should leave, but you stay glued to your spot, never taking your innocent eyes off of them. Esther moans when his hand moves between them under her dress. He gathers her hair off her neck, pale face leaning down toward her.

The candlelight in his room shines on his face, putting a spotlight on his long fangs sinking into the side of her neck. He feeds on her slowly as she slumps in his arms. You press your hand harder to your mouth to stifle your cries. Tears streak down your face as you run back to your room.

You had heard about vampires before. Your village and the surrounding ones were once overrun with them. The pale beasts were all destroyed. But here you are living with one who disguised himself as a man of God.

You keep replaying what you saw over and over. He bit Esther, but she seemed to be enjoying it. You feel an unfamiliar ache between your legs from thinking about it. You run your hand up your thigh to your core. You were most likely going to die by the hands of the handsome vampire. You might as well experience a little pleasure before you do. You would beg for God’s forgiveness later. Your fingers swipe through your untouched folds, taking the slick arousal to your clit.

You move clumsily, hesitating at first. Then you imagine Father Laufeyson holding you against that wall, his teeth on your neck. You shake as your very first orgasm hits you. The following morning, it’s just you and the fake priest. “Father, where is Esther? Is she unwell?” You ask him, studying his face for a change in demeanor.

“She’s well. Her family came back for her before daylight. She went to your room to tell you goodbye, but you were sleeping so soundly, she didn’t want to wake you.” You put on your best fake smile. Esther was dead, and the beast before you killed her. You tried to avoid him as much as possible in the following days.

But you had to dine with him, even if he didn’t eat. You still had to attend church with him. Other than that, you stayed hidden in your room. You were terrified of him, but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about him. You spent your nights with your hand under your nightgown or humping your pillow thinking of him.

It was shameful, but you couldn’t stop. You felt so guilty after making yourself cum twice in one night, you got down on your knees, praying for forgiveness, begging for it. That night, you dreamt that you drove a stake through his heart, ending this misery. You took it as a sign from God. This is what you were meant to do.

Father Laufeyson took you into town. You waited until he went into the store, and you walked to the woodworker’s shop. You commissioned an oak stake. They looked at you like you had lost your mind. They told you the last of the vampires had been destroyed long ago. But the coins Laufeyson gave you put food on the table for their families.

You had to wait three long weeks before he took you into town again. When you got the chance, you went to retrieve the weapon. That night, you decided it was time. You couldn’t live with him anymore, not after knowing what he is. You had to fulfill your purpose. You knew he was at the church preparing his sermon for the next morning. You ran the whole way there, heart racing.

You stepped inside cautiously, trying to ignore the chill of the air telling you to turn back around, to run away. But you couldn’t. Your feet carried you forward, surprisingly confident, unlike yourself. Confidence, that’s what you needed, what you tried to embody, that was your protection against the pale beast.

You flinched as a jolt of lightning shone through the church, lighting everything in a quick spark of chrome before you were in darkness again, except for a few candles. You knew you had to act as if nothing was wrong, as if you didn’t know. Survival was only guaranteed that way.

“Y/N.” You took a deep breath hearing your name fall from his lips in a honeyed utterance. “Father.” You greeted him, the faux priest, as you stepped towards him. “Come, child.” He gestured to the organ, prompting you to follow him. “Sit.” You fought to keep your breathing steady as you approached him, biting your lip to stop it from trembling as you observed him.

You were told that his kind would perish in a place like this, that they would burn. But here he was making a mockery of God, wearing an idle collar and parading around untouchable. But not after tonight. Many times, you had shared this seat with him, ignoring the cold that his presence brought, ignoring the call to sin when he looked at you, emerald green eyes boring into yours.

Tonight was different, you couldn’t relax. “What ails you?” He questioned, lifting his hand and stroking a key with one of his dexterous fingers. “I believe I may have found my calling.” You answered, taking a deep breath as you raised one of your fingers onto the keys. “Your calling” He repeated almost questioningly. “Other than to serve your god?” My God?” “God.” He corrected. “Yes, I believe he has asked me to serve Him in another way.” You continued, both of you gently playing a familiar tune.

“Pray tell, what is this other way? What is this newfound calling?” “I must protect this Earth.” You stated, using your free hand to clutch the weapon in your pocket. “From what?” He questioned, turning to look at you with a small smirk. “From me?” “What?” You gasped, trying to keep your breaths even. “Do you really think a piece of oak would be enough to stop me?” He snickered.

“I mean honestly” He continued, leaning towards you, his mouth dangerously close to your neck as you froze. “You underestimate me.” He noted coyly, reaching around you, grabbing the cross stake from your other hand. “No!” You cry, still frozen in fear as he threw it across the room. “On the contrary, I do believe you have another calling.” He stated, standing before stepping behind you.

“A more carnal one.” He continued; his voice sharp in your ear as he leaned over you. “I mean you serve a man no more virtuous than yourself” He paused as you gasped. “I’ve read the books.” He cut you off. “You serve a man no more virtuous than yourself, yet you reap no rewards.”

“I will be rewarded with an eternity in His kingdom.” You spat. “How about a night in mine?” He smirked against your ear, causing you to spin around. “You’d never admit it, but you’ve sinned more than me.” “Don’t you dare say that!” “You think I don’t know you touch yourself thinking about me, yearning for me, even after you found out exactly who I am, what I am?”

“S-stop.” You stuttered. “Grinding against your pillow, moaning my name. Oh! It’s music to my ears.” He cheered. “I’m offering you a night of sin, a night with me.” He proclaimed. “I won’t judge you. I welcome your debauchery. I’ll cherish your moans. I’ll reward your praise.” “St-stop it.” You continued to stutter, clenching your thighs together.

“Burn with me, Y/N, just for tonight.” He whispered, leaning closer to you, his lips brushing against yours as you close your eyes. “I’ve never been touched.” You emitted nervously; eyes still closed. “I know, but you want to be. It’s what you have spent so long desiring.” He spoke against your lips, one of his hands ghosting down your body as your breath hitched.

He didn’t have to push your legs apart; they were already gapped from your quick spin around. You inhaled sharply as you felt him cup your sex, eyes opening to find him staring into yours. “Is this where you touch yourself when you think about me?” He smirked, his hand moving up and down, massaging against your clothed heat.

“Rubbing yourself, imagining me, my hand, my body until you reach there, that sweet release.” He almost cooed, his hand more pressured now. You tried to stave away the temptation of bucking your hips into his touch, but it was hard. It felt too good. You wanted more. You needed more. You needed him to do what he did to Esther. “Tell me what you desire, and I’ll do it.” “Take it.” You answered almost breathlessly. “It?”

“My purity, take it.” “That’s my girl.” He purred in your ear again, before his free hand gripped your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss. His tongue pushed passed yours, exploring your mouth. His other hand was still between your legs, your hips thrusting into his touch.

Now that his lips were properly on yours, you realized how cold they were, how gelid. Your hands reached upwards, cupping his cheeks which were no warmer than his lips. You tried to stay silent, but you couldn’t, not when you felt his hand slipping underneath your skirt, fingers smoothing over the cloth material of your panties.

“Father!” You gasped as two of his fingers pushed your underwear to the side, meeting your clit. “Loki.” He corrected. “Loki” you moaned, eyes closing as he drew languid circles over your clit. “You virgins are so receptive.” He sniggered. “You’re already so wet for me.” His name fell from your lips again as he continued his movements, his fingers growing slick from your arousal. Lost in the pleasure, you almost didn’t realize that his fingers were venturing lower down your center.

Your eyes flew open, feeling him enter you slowly. “L-Loki” You stuttered feeling full. “Do you like that?” He asked, leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of you. “Yesss” You hum in response, drowning in the sensation. You felt overwhelmed, you were wetter than you’ve ever been.

Small moans escaped you as Loki continued thrusting his fingers inside of you. A metallic scent evaded your nose. As if he could smell it too, Loki stopped his movements causing you to open your eyes, only for them to round in surprise at the sight of his fingers. They were practically glistening crimson. You barely had time to react before Loki was bringing them to his lips, licking off the blood.

“What’s happening?” You panicked, despite not being in any pain. “It’s normal.” Loki answered, releasing his index finger with a pop. The remembrance of what he was overcame you as a blanket of guilt shrouded you. You didn’t feel good anymore. Before Loki could continue, you began closing your legs wanting to leave. You wanted to forget about all of this, but instead you yelped, feeling him grab one of your legs and pushing them further apart as he got to his knees. He slid your panties off your legs, discarding them on the floor.

“One can’t prepare a feast and expect others not to dine.” He spoke cryptically before you felt his cold, wet tongue against your core lapping up the blood dripping from you. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping it tightly as he entered you with his tongue, washing any hesitation away. You couldn’t help but scream in pleasure at the feeling of his nose rubbing your clit as he feasted on you.

“Delicious.” He spoke against you as you shamelessly ground your hips against his face. You were overcome with delectation despite the fact that this was more than just a carnal encounter. “I need you, Loki.” You finally implored, interrupting Loki’s banquet. Glancing up at you, he lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips clean as he lowered your leg. His hand found yours as he prompted you to join him on the floor.

You did so, wordlessly straddling him like you imagined so many nights alone with your pillow. He felt good underneath you, like it was where he belonged. Your bare sex rubbed against his clothes as you readjusted yourself, Loki looking up into your eyes. “Is this how you want me to take you?” He spoke, breaking the silence. “Yes.” You replied, trying to quell your nervousness. Loki didn’t talk as he unsheathed himself before guiding you above his manhood.

He watched your expression as he thrusted up into you, his hands on your hips pushing you down against him. You couldn’t help your moans as he filled you, burying himself inside you. You move your hips against his, living out your fantasy. You found yourself growing closer to the end, to your release, to his demise. He was obviously moving slower for you, you had watched him move a lot faster for Esther, and for that you’d make sure you were as quick as you could be.

Leaning down against him, your lips almost brushed his again as you reached out, your fingers wrapping around the discarded stake. Loki was right, it was oak. Well, most of it. What he didn’t know was that the tip was willow, lethal. “You feel so good, so pure.” Loki groaned from beneath you, gripping your hips tightly as you sat back up.

His eyes were closed, that’s how he didn’t see it, how he didn’t know he was in danger. You continued grinding your hips against his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you neared your climax. Walls tightly gripping Loki’s length, you raise your hand before plunging the stake into his chest.

Loki’s eyes flew open, the betrayal evident on his features as his life slipped away. You felt powerful, immensely so, as you took his life, draining him, milking him. You moaned as your climax shook you. This was it; this was your calling.

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