Summary:

Last night's whole ordeal with Gretchen has left a sour taste in your mouth. Loki, the ever-knowing Master, understands that he must show you how much he wants you in order to help ease your mind. He thinks he knows just the perfect way to do it, too.

Notes:

Happy Friday! This is it, the chapter so many of you have been waiting for. It breaks the filth scale, in my opinion. So, I won't make you wait any longer! Here it is, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Text

Growing up, all Loki ever wanted was to be a god.

When he was a child, he knew that he would become one someday. His place on the pantheon was yet to be determined, but he knew a spot would be assigned to him on Yggdrasil soon enough. He waited and waited, anxious that one day he would wake up and the answer would be clear. Frigga would prepare the temple, Odin would arrange the ceremony, and the deed would be done.

It had happened to Thor just prior to it happening to Loki. The young blonde was a storm wherever he went. He had boisterous foot steps, loud appearances, and powerful presences. It was obvious, according to Odin at least, that the boy was destined to become the God of Thunder, Lightning, and Storms. It was the power he held that would make him perfect to be King - which, looking back, Loki now understood was ironic to assign the crown to one son when the other had yet to find his place.

The ceremony for Thor was loud and exciting, and the entire time, Loki imagined what his own ceremony would be like. Thor had always taken an affinity to reds - maroon, crimson, burgundy - so it only made sense for the drapes and decorations to be dyed such a color. But for Loki, he could not see his color being so loud, so pronounced. His color, which had almost been decided completely by Frigga, would be green. She said it matched his eyes and dark hair, which Loki could agree to, since mothers know best, of course.

After Thor's ceremony, Loki was so determined to find out where he fit in life that he begged Frigga for advice. Her answer was to begin teaching Loki a sprinkling of magic to see if his destiny resided within the mystic arts. She was right, as she always was, and once Loki began learning the basics, he was keen on testing out what he learned outside of his classes. Unlike most magic users who would practice strictly what they learned, Loki was more interested in seeing what he could do with the spells. Due to his immaturity and youth, Loki often got those spells wrong, but they resulted in some mischief and chaos. When he took more to the chaos than he did to the classic teachings, it was determined that Loki was to be the God of Mischief.

From there, Loki made it his mission to become a strong, powerful, protective god. He was aware that mischief, lies, and foolery could cause him to become a segregated god, one that not many beings trusted. He would forever be known for his trickery and deceit, though that wasn't all that made Loki up. He was passionate, creative, witty, charming, and of course, intelligent. As Loki grew older, he knew when it was appropriate to be chaotic and mischievous, deceptive and full of lies. But he also knew when to calm the fire, to put honesty first, and to put some fun aside for serious manners.

All in all, he did well. Better than anyone actually expected, really. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was so motivated. Being an all-powerful god was Loki's dream and he had achieved it.

But things were changing.

The difficult thing about being a god is that you can never truly give all of yourself to one person. There are trillions of beings who need the attention of a god, their care and security. A god needs worshippers, and without those worshippers, they lose their power. They shrivel and become weak, helpless, nothing. When Loki decided that he wanted to become the God of Sex, part of it was solely because it would increase his amount of followers, thus increasing his strength. But now, he did not want those followers, those worshippers, those priests.

He just wanted you.

When Loki woke up that morning, you were still practically on top of him. You were curled into his chest, the point of your cold nose poking his skin. Loki stared down at you and immediately felt his heart shatter into pieces. There were dried tear tracks on your cheeks. Loki wrapped his arms tightly around you and pulled you in impossibly closer.

You had cried. You had cried and he wasn't there to dry your tears. Loki buried his face in your hair and took in the scent of your shampoo, perfume, and the hint of sex still clinging to your soft, supple skin from last night. He had fallen asleep so quickly the night prior. He wasn't physically exhausted as he usually was - he was just a bit tired. It was no surprise, really, given he spent the entire five or six hours you were gone answering prayers - something he, admittedly, had neglected to do these past few days. There was a lot going on, a lot of begging, desire, worship that needed his attention. And then when you arrived home, you climbed him like a tree in your own sort of begging, desire, and worship. But that worship came from a place of hurt.

Your friend, Gretchen, worshipped Loki. She got onto her knees, folded her hands, and sent up prayers to him. He did not know how often, but given how upset you were over it, he assumed it was a frequent ordeal. Loki knew you were growing more confident. Fuck, you barely even batted an eyelash at his previous engagement. But this, it hurt you. He needed to know why.

Gretchen was supposedly a good person, at least according to you. Was her worship so ghastly to bring tears to your eyes? This was the part of godliness Loki was beginning to resent. Even though he was yours, a piece of him still belonged to the realms, to the strangers that followed him, to the friends of yours that did too.

Loki loved being a god. He loved the power, the strength, the endurance that came with it. He loved his temple, his robes, his magic. But with every passing day, he found he loved you more.

He wanted to spend forever with you. Forever, however, was not in your cards.

Looking down at you, Loki was hit with the emotional truth of your relationship - you were a mortal, he was not. Loki wasn't a fool, he knew this was going to be an issue he had to face eventually. However, he never really thought that you two would ever get to the point of love. Now that you were here, he had some serious thinking to do.

Perhaps the first time Loki really realized the difference in your life spans was at the ball. The beings of the many other realms had him seeing the shortness of your life, and the even shorter span of your youth. Watching you grow old would not bother Loki, but he did wish he could grow old with you. He'd stay by your side until the very end, if you would let him, at least.

Bringing your life spans together would be a sincere challenge. As Loki brushed his knuckles along your bare back, he wondered what he could possibly do to extend your life. He couldn't shorten his own - losing his godliness would throw the entire pantheon off balance and chaos, destruction, and darkness would flood the realms. Especially now that he was the chief of two pillars, leaving behind his immortality was not an option.

But giving you immortality...that could work. Maybe.

Thor had always told Loki that he was the most powerful sorcerer in all the Nine Realms. Well, he wasn't wrong. Loki was the most powerful sorcerer - a fact he prided himself on, of course. Yet, there were still powers and gifts that even he was not allowed to possess, one of which being the gift of bestowing immortality. That was a power that only the Allfather could have.

And if Odin's way of speaking about you before was any indication, giving you immortality was not something the Allfather would do.

Maybe Loki could convince him to give you the gift of immortality. Fuck it, he'd even fall to his knees and kiss Odin's boots if it meant he could keep you forever. He would do anything to let you stay by his side for the rest of his years. Living without you...it wasn't something he wanted to consider. And perhaps that knowledge of his own self-destructiveness brought on by your loss would be enough to persuade Odin.

After all, they didn't call him Silver Tongue for nothing.

He would wait until the time was right. Considering it, Loki decided he would go through Frigga. The golden goddess would certainly - possibly - be able to convince Odin to give you his lifespan. And if Frigga couldn't do it, well, no one could. The old man was soft only for his wife, no one else.

It was these thoughts that had Loki's face so cold and hard that it stopped him from noticing that you woke up. He was staring ahead of him, brows furrowed and jaw clenched tightly. He wasn't sure how long you had been awake for when your fingers stroked his face.

"Hey good looking," you murmured, voice still riddled with deep laziness. Loki's face instantly softened upon seeing your tired gaze. He brushed his hand along your cheek and smiled down at you.

"Good morning, pet," Loki whispered.

"What's wrong?" you asked, propping yourself up a bit more so you could look Loki in the eyes easier. "You looked like something was bothering you."

"I'm just concerned," Loki admitted. He wouldn't go into full detail of his concerns about your lifespan and how it was nearly impossible to change it. Instead, Loki looked down pointedly at you. "About you. Sweetheart, what happened last night?"

A shadow casted itself over your face and Loki almost regretted asking you such a heavy question so early in the morning. Your eyes tore away from his face as you shook your head.

"It's nothing," you spat. "Don't worry about it."

"Pet," Loki warned. "Watch the tone."

"Sorry," you grumbled. "I just really don't want to talk about it."

"We have to at some point," Loki reasoned, cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs danced over your cheeks before tapping at your cheekbones. "I woke up and saw tears on your face, sweet. I hate seeing you cry, you know that. What brought such tears to your eyes?"

You let out a deep breath and grimaced. "Let me start by saying last night started out really great. It was so nice to see Gretchen. I...I even got to talk about you."

"You did?" Loki asked. "Is that how you found out she worships me?"

"Well, no. I didn't say your name," you mumbled.

"Why not?" Loki questioned, a slight growl in his voice. You looked back at his face and saw a darkness over it. You shifted nervously but Loki gripped your body tighter. "Why won't you tell anyone about me?"

"Because they'd never believe me!" you protested. "Why would I be dating the God of Mischief and Sex? Everyone would think I'm crazy."

"But with your friend, this is different. If she didn't believe you, I could go to her myself," Loki offered.

"That's the problem, Loki. I'm stuck in a box here," you sighed, rolling off of Loki and onto your back. You stared up at the ceiling, eyes watering from your frustration. "Whether she believes me or not, she'll want to meet you for proof. And she worships you, meaning she's going to be infatuated with you. It's hard not to be infatuated with you."

"Are you that concerned that my eyes will stray from you?" Loki propped himself up onto his elbow so he could look down at you. You shrugged and began picking at the dry skin around your nails. Loki rested his hand over yours, but he could still feel your fidgets under his touch. Loki sighed and gripped your hands, pulling them apart. "It is impossible, beloved. I could never love another but you."

"You say that now but what if it's not true?" you whispered, looking at Loki with the slightest turn of your head. Your voice cracked as tears filled your eyes. "I don't want to lose you, Loki."

"Oh, pet. You're never going to lose me," Loki cooed. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for the first time that morning. He tried not to think about the fact that loss could be in your future - distantly, and with age - as he kissed you. Your lips were sweet, a bit tangy, and Loki was getting drunk off of your taste. You sighed into his mouth and reached up to tangle your hands in his hair. Loki's persistent cock bumped against you and he could hear a giggle escape your lips. Loki took advantage of your parted lips to sink his tongue into your mouth greedily. His tongue wrestled with yours for a few moments before you pulled away to catch your breath. Loki brushed his knuckles over your pendant and hummed. "Do you believe me now?"

"Loki, I know you love me. You've proved it over and over again and I feel like a fool for feeling doubtful every now and then," you explained. "It's just...with Gretchen, things are different. She gets everything she wants - money, men, nice jobs. She's great, but I've had to deal with that all throughout school and it's concerning knowing she wants you."

"My beautiful girl," Loki whispered. "Just because she is a worshipper of mine does not mean that I want her."

"I worshipped you. You wanted me," you stressed.

"Because you're you. You enamored me," Loki reasoned.

"She could enamore you too," you grumbled.

"Stop this!" Loki groaned. He ran a hand down his face in frustration and you winced, worried you had upset him. Loki looked back down at you and you could see the desperation in his eyes. "I know this is hard for you to believe but I do not want anyone else but you. Do you know how many people pray to me every day? Trillions. Trillions, pet. And where am I? Here. I'm here with you and no one else. They pray to me for love, sex, pleasure and yet the only person I want to see, live that out with, and quite frankly, fuck into the mattress, is you. No one, not a single worshipper, can take that away."

"Thank you," you whispered. You reached down and slipped your hand into Loki's, tangling your fingers together. His hand was much larger than yours, practically swallowing your tiny fingers and unsteady palm. Loki lifted your hand to his mouth and kissed it, looking into your eyes the whole time. You shivered as he placed your hand back down, his still locked with it. "It's hard sharing you with the world sometimes."

"If it was up to me, I wouldn't listen to any of them," Loki admitted with a nervous flush on his face. "I would spend all of my time with you."

"But you can't and I understand that," you said softly. "It gets tough at times, that's all."

Loki sat there silently for a few moments, his eyes staring down at your intertwined hands. He hated seeing you feel so lost during all of this. Your time with Gretchen was supposed to be fun and yet it had stressed you out more than meeting Kassandra had. As Loki stroked his thumb along the back of your hand, an idea slowly began formulating in his mind.

Was it time? Were you ready?

You had to be.

It might be the only thing to shake you from this funk.

"Pet," Loki said slowly, his eyes dragging up your body to meet yours. His irises were dark and you could see he was working something through in his mind. "I need you to listen to what I say. You will be a good girl and do as I tell you to."

Your body perked up, the submissive in you reacting to Loki's stern, dominant voice. So he was planning something. Whatever this something was, he felt it was appropriate given everything you had just confessed. You trusted him to take care of you, to make you feel better. Loki always knew what you needed. He was a smart Master, a protective dominant, and a caring lover. You licked your lips and nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest.

"What can I do for you?" you asked. Loki grunted and sat up onto his knees. He pulled you up with him and placed his hands on your hips. You looked at his bare chest and felt your throat grow dry, his beauty always astounding you. "May I touch you?"

"You may," Loki answered. You placed your hands on Loki's chest, smoothing your hands over his creamy skin. Along his neck and pectorals were the purple, blue, and red evidence of your loving that you had left behind with your mouth. You leaned closer into him, your eyes drawn to the marks. Loki cleared his throat and your eyes met his.

"Sorry, Master," you murmured.

"Oh, pet, never apologize for worshipping me," Loki chuckled. You blushed and shook your head with a half-hearted laugh. Loki straightened his back and tightened his hold on your hips, the tips of his fingers lining up with the many marks he had dug into your skin before. "Today is going to be a special day. My good girl needs me. She needs me to take care of her and show her my devotion. I am more than willing, because I love you and I want you to feel better, to feel complete, to feel me with you. Before that happens, however, you must take care of yourself. Are you ready for your instruction?"

Ah, he was giving you that voice, that look. It was the voice of someone who was calculating what he was going to do and that he knew you needed to be guided, your hand held. His eyes told you that you must listen or else a punishment would be in order.

"I am," you said with full honesty. Loki's lips twitched into a slight smile, your submission always pleasing him more than he could put into words.

"Such a good girl. First, you are going to go into your bathroom. Brush your teeth, do your business. Next, you will shower with extra warm water. Use the body wash you own that smells like roses. Wash your hair and body thoroughly. When you are done in the shower, I want you to dry off and rub the vanilla lotion on the counter on yourself. Your skin must be soft and supple for me, understood?" Loki asked, earning a nod from you. "When you are done with that, dry your hair. It must not be wet. Once your hair is dry, dress in the silk robe that will be hanging on the bathroom door. When you are done, meet me in here."

"Yes, Master." Your heart was thumping in your chest so hard that you were sure your pendant could bounce off of your skin from it.

"Good girl. My good, good girl," Loki whispered, dipping down and pressing his lips to yours. His cock was still hard as it poked your stomach. You moaned into his mouth, the taste of his lips purely intoxicating. You whined when Loki pulled away, his laughter filling the air. "Trust me, pet, there will be much more where that came from. Now be a good girl and get in the shower."

"Yes, Master," you sighed dreamily, your mind already relaxing. It was a wonder how Loki could always improve your mood with a simple touch of the lips. Your eyes fluttered open again and you reached up to brush your hand along Loki's face. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"You don't even know what I'm going to do," Loki pointed out.

"I don't need to. I know whatever you have in mind will be good for me. You know me better than anyone," you assured him with a light smile. "I love you, Loki."

"I love you, my beautiful girl," Loki groaned, diving in to kiss you again. This kiss was a bit more heated, more promising of what was to come - whatever that was. Loki had to physically push himself away from you, his arms straightened to keep you far away in order to clear his head and prevent himself from getting swept up in the moment. "Go now or a spanking will be in order."

"Don't tempt me." You winked before sliding off of the bed. You yelped as Loki smacked your ass anyway, a sly grin on his face. You rolled your eyes but giggled as you strode into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.

You did precisely as Loki instructed. Your shower was warm and it made your skin feel extra soft and smooth. You wondered why Loki wanted your skin to feel a certain way, but you shrugged it off. It was best not to question your Master when he gave you such rules. Once you were done in the shower, you lotioned your skin up and briefly took an appreciative sniff of your shoulder. You melted at the sweet scent radiating from you and you were positive Loki would adore it as well.

It took you some time to dry your hair. Normally, you'd let your hair air-dry before running the blow dryer over it but since you were fresh out of the shower, your locks were still heavy with water. When your hair was free from moisture, you turned towards the door and saw a silk robe materializing from a green glow.

"Tricky man," you chuckled as you slipped the robe on. It was soft silk that cooled your warm skin. The robe was emerald green with black lace trim and a black belt. You tied the belt around your waist as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked like you - no make up, no extravagance, no dolling yourself up - and yet, you looked good, fresh, pure. Your eyes were bright and your skin felt like it was glowing. You looked like a woman who was in love with a beautiful, erotic, seductive man, and you were. That man loved the woman in the mirror back - the woman who was, at her core, just herself. You smiled and with a breath of confidence, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom.

The curtains were drawn so the room was darkened, only illuminated by the soft flickering of dozens of candles scattered throughout the room. Still, you could see perfectly fine. You looked around and saw Loki standing on the opposite side of the bed, his torso bare and reflecting the yellow candlelight. He wore a pair of leather trousers that hugged his thighs in such an arousing way that you could feel yourself already getting wet. You pressed your own thighs together as Loki looked over you with a dark, heady look.

"Look at you," he practically moaned. His hard cock stretched the front of his pants and you wanted to sink to your knees and take it into your mouth. Loki started walking around the bed, his eyes never leaving you. His bare feet moved silently across the floor as he approached you. "You look so gorgeous."

"You don't look half bad yourself," you whispered. You tentatively placed your hands on Loki's chest. You felt the beating of his heart under your palm as you spread your fingers over his pectorals. Loki was always a beautiful sight, but the way the candles made his skin illuminate had you even more in awe of him. You smoothed your hands over his chest as you glanced back up at him. "What is your plan for today?"

"Kiss me and you'll find out," Loki purred, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. You reached up onto your toes as Loki dipped his head down. When your lips touched, you felt a flood of warmth rush to your cunt. You were so desperate for him, for his touch. His hands grasped your hips possessively, dragging your body closer to his. The hard length of his cock pressed against your body through his pants and you moaned into his mouth. Loki took a deep breath and then suddenly, there was a set of lips kissing the side of your neck. You yelped and jumped forward into Loki's body. You peeked over your shoulder to find...Loki.

"Wait..." you murmured, turning back to confirm that you were still in Loki's arms. It took a moment but then it clicked. "Oh! Your clone."

"Yes, he's back," Loki whispered, his hands stroking along your back. You kept your eyes on the clone and watched as his eyes scanned your body with a sincere hunger. Your heart rate kicked up and you swallowed as the original Loki bent his head down so his lips were by your ear. "And I'm ready to let him join us."

"W-What?" you gasped, looking again between Loki and his double. Loki nodded slowly, a wicked grin growing over his face. Your eyes widened as the clone stepped behind you and cupped your hips. Having two sets of Loki's hands on your body was exhilarating and it was making it hard to think. "But w-why?"

"Every day, you sit there and watch me share myself with the rest of the world. But even in those moments, I am completely and utterly yours. So, I want to show you that. I want to show you that all of me, all of who I am, is devoted to you. I want you to be surrounded with me, pet," Loki urged. At the same time, the two Loki's both pressed their pelvises against you and you felt their cocks grind against you. Your cunt fluttered and you whimpered as Loki gripped you tighter. "I want you. I need you so badly. Let me have you - let both of me have you."

"Please, pet," Loki's clone whispered from behind you. His lips dragged over your neck and his warm breath bounced off of your neck. "Let us take you."

"Oh...oh fuck...please..." you moaned, tossing your head back as Loki captured your lips and his clone bit your neck. Their hands ran along your body and you were terribly annoyed with the robe all of a sudden. Your cunt throbbed with need as their hands explored your body, their own grunts and moans caressing you. Loki pulled away and gestured to his clone with a jut of his chin.

"Kiss him. I want to watch," Loki whispered. You nodded and turned your head towards his clone. You kissed the clone eagerly, his lips tasting exactly like Loki's. Your mind spun with excitement at all the things they could do to you. When the clone pulled away, their hands went to your robe. They untied the black belt and let the robe fall open. The clone pulled it from your shoulders and it pooled on the ground at your feet.

"So beautiful," Loki's clone grunted. "You're all ours."

"You're the only woman who has ever had this," Loki said.

"The only woman who ever will have this," his clone agreed. Their greedy hands groped your breasts, ran over your stomach, and grabbed your ass. You spread your legs but Loki tutted and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"On your knees, little slut," he instructed. You immediately fell to your knees as both Loki's turned towards you. Their eyes were dark and filled with lust as you looked up at them through your lashes. There was a shimmer of magic and with a green glow, both Loki's were naked in front of you.

"Oh my...Master..." you whimpered as you watched them slowly stroke their cocks in front of you. Their cocks were long, hard, and flushed red to the tip. When the clone's cock formed a drop of precum at the tip, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out. He hissed and the drop fell onto your tongue. You swallowed it, savoring the taste of the glossy bead.

"She's such an obedient pet," Loki's clone noted.

"I've trained her well. I could snap my fingers and she would do whatever I tell her to," Loki snickered. He rolled his head back towards you as his hand pumped his cock. "Tell me your colors."

"Green is good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop," you repeated them, a mantra you had memorized since Loki gave them to you. "And before you ask, I'm so very green."

"Good girl," Loki laughed. He reached down and patted your head. You basked in his praise and kneeled up straighter, your breasts pushed out enticingly. Loki dropped his hand and gestured between him and his clone. "Now, we are your gods, kitten. We are the ones you pray to, correct?"

"Yes, Master," you agreed with a fast nod.

"And it seems only fair for you to worship us in the way we expect, yes?" Loki's clone asked. Again, you nodded. He smirked and grasped your chin in a tight grip. He bent over and kissed your forehead with a mixture of love and mockery. He pulled away and winked. "Then get to work, little one."

The clone stood up straight and you tentatively reached up and grasped both of their cocks at once. The Loki's moaned in unison as you pumped them, your right hand on Loki's cock and your left hand on the clone. You felt filthy on your knees, stroking the cocks of your Master and his clone. But that whorish feeling exhilarated you. You always wanted to please Loki but now you wanted to please him even more. You knew his clone was just an extension of himself but now that there were two of him, it was a greater audience, a bigger judge, and you needed to give this your all.

You needed to prove that Loki should want you and only you.

You leaned in and gave both cocks small kisses on their tips as you continued to pump them. Loki groaned and his clone hissed, their sounds of pleasure music to your ears. After kissing both of their cocks, you decided on sucking the clone's first, knowing how much Loki loved to watch you play with his double.

"Oh, that's it. Such a good girl," Loki's clone moaned as you wrapped your lips around his cock and sunk downwards. You continued to pump Loki's cock with your other hand as you bobbed on his clone. Your eyes were locked with his and his hand had found its way to the back of your head. He pushed you down on his cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat. His chest heaved as he stared down at you. "Fucking magnificent."

"Isn't she?" Loki mumbled. As you sucked his clone's cock, you flashed your eyes up at the original Loki. He was watching you intently, his eyes ablaze with overwhelming arousal. His cock was dripping with extra precum and it felt like a sin to waste it. You caught it with your fingertips and when you pulled off of the clone's cock, you licked Loki's precum off your fingers. "She's also a whore for cum."

"I've noticed," Loki's clone snickered. He glanced at Loki with a raised eyebrow. "Perhaps we should treat her."

"I think we should," Loki agreed. He turned back to you and his tone turned dark, harsh, and dominant. "Here, pet. Don't neglect your duties."

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry," you whimpered as you wrapped your lips around Loki's cock. Loki tossed his head back as you bobbed along him, your eyes watering at the intensity of his length. Your pussy was aching, desperate to be filled by one of them and it took everything in your power not to touch yourself. Your hand sped up over the clone's cock, trying to distract yourself from the arousal between your thighs.

"Take me deeper. You're doing so good, princess," Loki cooed. You batted your eyelashes, blinking your tears away as you sank further down on Loki's cock. His hips thrusted forward and you sputtered, but managed to keep your jaw unlocked and your tongue flat beneath his weight.

You followed this routine for the next few minutes. As you sucked on one Loki's cock, you'd pump the other. You alternated between them, your cheeks smeared with tears and your chest heavy with the need to breathe. But air was not your first priority. The only thing you cared about was giving Loki and his clone the pleasure they required. You would abandon your needs completely if it meant they were pleased by you. Whimpering, you bobbed quickly on the clone's cock. There was a growl that formed from his chest when he yanked you back. The clone and Loki both held you by the back of your head and they tilted your face upwards towards them.

"Open up, little girl," Loki growled. You opened your mouth and let your tongue stick out. Your eyes widened and your pussy dripped as you watched them both furiously stroke over their cocks. You whined, your eyes pleading for them to release on you. One of them gasped your name - you weren't sure who, you were focused on their cocks - and with a symphony of moans, the two Loki's came all over you.

They shot onto your awaiting tongue, over your cheeks, your chest, your collarbones. Their cum dripped down your jaw and your neck. You kept your tongue out until they were finished cumming. You closed your mouth and drank it all down, eyes shut with bliss as you tasted their sweet and salty release.

Loki and his clone watched you in awe as you opened your eyes back up and began cleaning their cum off of you. You collected it on your fingers and fed it to yourself. Feeling slightly neglected because he wanted to be the one to feed it to you, Loki sank to his knees and began force feeding you his cum. You sucked on his fingers like you did with his cock, your eyes locked with his as he slipped his cum down your throat.

"I am so fucking in love with you," he whispered, lust still making his voice heavy. "And I'm not even close to being finished with you."

"Give me everything you got," you challenged with a wink.

"You're going to regret that," Loki snickered. He looked behind you and nodded. "Grab her."

You yelped as his clone hoisted you up by your arms. His hands were locked around you tightly, almost painfully, and his persistently hard cock poked against your backside. Loki smiled evilly at you as he walked past you and onto the bed. He sat with his back against the headboard, his legs spread out wide in front of him. His own cock was sticking up, already flushed and hard again. Loki lifted a single finger and curled it, gesturing you towards him. You looked up at the clone and bit your lip.

"May I go over to him, Master?" you asked. The clone's jaw dropped and his cock bounced against your back. On the bed, Loki sucked in a harsh breath, his eyes darkening. Under any other circumstance, calling anyone other than Loki your Master would be betrayal and would perhaps break his heart. But this clone was Loki and calling him Master only aroused your beloved Loki even further.

"Go on, kitten," the clone said. He released his grip on you and you climbed onto the bed. Loki cupped your cheek and kissed you fiercely, his passion melting into your mouth. You hummed happily as he pulled away and spun you around. Your back was pressed to his chest as he positioned you against him. His lips teased your pulse and he chuckled.

"Oh no, look at what he did to you," Loki tutted. You looked down at your arm and gasped at the bruises already forming from Loki's clones fingers. Ah, so that was why he wanted your skin to be soft. He wanted it to be easier for it to mark you. Preening at the marks, Loki clicked his tongue and looked at his clone. "You better come make it up to her."

"Such a good idea," the clone laughed. He crawled onto the bed and settled on his stomach between your spread legs. He winked up at you before diving in and devouring your pussy. You arched forward but Loki's hand wrapped around your neck and held you against him.

"Look at him playing with your pretty little pussy," Loki moaned into your ear. "Watch how he fucks you with his tongue."

"Oh my...oh fuck..." you cried out, your eyes trained on the way the clone ate you out. He was moaning against you, his tongue flickering around your clit as his fingers traced your folds. He kept his eyes on you too, his hips rutting into the bed. His mouth was talented, extremely so, and you weren't sure how long you would last considering how turned on you already were.

"You taste divine, pet," Loki's clone groaned. He looked over your shoulder at Loki and grinned. "Hold her open for me."

"Oh, she'd love that," Loki agreed. He reached his hand down and spread his fingers into a v-shape, holding the folds of your cunt open. You let out a sharp moan as Loki's clone went back in to taste you, his fingers sliding inside of you and pumping quickly. You flailed around, but Loki's grip on your neck made it nearly impossible to move. He hummed and kissed your jaw. "Look next to you."

"What - fuck!" you gasped as you noticed the large mirror that had appeared beside your bed. In it, you could see the three of you tangled together - Loki behind you, your body resting over his, and your thighs draped over the shoulders of the identical clone between your legs.

"Look at you, the little whore being doted on by her Masters," Loki whispered in your ear. "Watch the way he eats your divine, tender cunt. Do you like the way he fingers you? The way he caresses those walls inside of you? I can feel you positively vibrating, pet. I'm awfully jealous honestly. I wish I was the one tasting you. But then again, I'm just a very possessive lover and you are mine. The only person I'd ever share you with is me."

"You're the o-only person I'd ever w-want," you admitted as you rocked down on the clone's face.

"I know, and that's because no one else could ever compare to me," Loki snorted. "Now, stay still, pet. I'm trusting you to listen to me."

"Yes, Master," you said with a nod. Releasing your throat, Loki dragged his hand down your body. He briefly stopped his wandering to squeeze and caress your breasts. When he was finished, Loki brought his hand down to your pussy. The clone suctioned his lips around your clit as Loki slipped his fingers in beside the clone's. Your eyes widened and you screamed with ultimate pleasure, your legs spreading wider to accommodate both of them.

You watched as their fingers worked inside of you as the clone licked at your clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and it was taking every bit of willpower not to cum immediately. But your patience was wearing thin and you knew your release was going to happen soon. Loki knew this, of course, and his mouth settled beside your ear.

"Cum all over us, little slut. Cum for your Masters. We need it. We crave it." Loki's words quickly sent you over the edge and you came, your body frozen with pleasure as you hit your climax. Your legs trembled and your lips were stuck in an 'o' shape of arousal. The clone moaned as he lapped up your release, and neither his nor Loki's fingers stilled inside of you. They caressed and pumped you through your orgasm, making your high last much longer. Just when you thought it was over, Loki's clone went back in and they both drove you to another two orgasms. By the end of it, your entire body was shaking and tears were leaking from your eyes.

"Good girl, baby. You did so good," Loki's clone promised you, sliding up your body and kissing you. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him, your cunt still throbbing with need. Loki kissed your neck from behind. You had never felt more desired, more wanted, as Loki and his clone lavished you with kisses. You turned your head and attached your lips to Loki's as his clone moved down to suck at your nipples. You moaned into Loki's mouth as his clone played with your breasts. He palmed at you aggressively and you knew there would be plenty of bruises scattered over you from both the clone's mouth and hands and Loki's hands as well.

"I want you," you whispered into Loki's mouth. "Take me, Master, please."

"We will," Loki said.

You yelped as Loki's clone grabbed your calves and pulled you to the end of the bed. He spread your legs, offered you a cocky grin, and slid his cock inside of your warm, wet pussy. You shouted, your hands reaching up to grab his shoulders as he pounded into you. You kept looking between him and Loki, your mouth flailing as you tried to form words. Unfortunately for you, the only thing you could manage were moans and whimpers.

"So tight," Loki's clone moaned.

"Fuck her harder," Loki barked. "I want to hear her scream."

Your head fell to the side and you gasped as you watched Loki stroke his cock as he stared at you. His eyes were full of fire and desire. It made your cunt clench around the clone's cock. Loki fisted his cock faster as his eyes swept over your body.

It didn't take long for you to hit another climax. You were thrashing around, screaming with pleasure when you came. The clone groaned and came inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. You floated down from your high as Loki crawled over you and kissed you. You sighed happily into his mouth as your hands explored both of their bodies at once. Loki's clone pulled his cock from you and you whimpered.

"Ah, ah. None of that, pet," Loki chided. "Hands and knees."

The Loki's made room for you to fall onto your hands and knees. You stuck your ass upwards, enticing one of them to come to you. You could feel Loki's clone's cum dripping from you, which only made your pussy flutter even more. You stared into the mirror as you watched Loki and his clone adjust themselves around you. Loki's clone settled in front of you, his cock held firmly in his large hand, already hard again. Damn sex magic really was convenient for these two. Your mouth opened on its own accord, desperate to taste him again when a hand slapped down against your ass.

"Dirty cock slut," Loki grumbled. "So desperate to be filled by your Masters."

"She's really eager to be used for our pleasure," Loki's clone commented. He tapped your parted lips with his cock as he snickered. "That's fine. I think we should indulge her."

"Do it. Mark her, fuck her, claim her, make her remember who she belongs to," Loki agreed. He bent over you and you bit your lip at the way his warm chest covered your back. "And make us remember who we belong to, pet. We are eternally yours."

"I love you, Loki. I love you so much," you cried out, tears falling from your eyes. "I need you! Please! Please, Loki!"

"I'm here, sweet. I'm here," Loki assured you. You felt his cock nudge at your entrance and you spread your legs further. "Good girl. Let me in."

Loki pushed his cock inside of you in one slow, swift motion. Loki moaned loudly at the feeling of your cunt - warm and filled with his clone's cum. He watched as his cum dribbled out of your hole and down your thighs, making you even wetter. His cock was covered with a mixture of his clone's cum and your juices, a sight that had him barely holding onto the brink of control and sanity. You whimpered, your head falling backwards at his intrusion. You didn't have much time to bask in the feeling of Loki's cock inside of you because his clone was grabbing your face roughly and pulling it back down.

"Open up," he growled. You could feel the shift of energy in the room as Loki's clone stuck his cock between your lips. The air in the room was charged with lust, hot and heavy. Even though he was behind you, you could feel Loki's body tensing up with the sexual energy within the room. The two Loki's pulled out at the same time and shoved themselves back in. You moaned, your throat sore and raw but you loved it.

Loki fucked you with harsh, fast, deep thrusts. His hands were grasping your hips with a bruising grip and his hips slammed against your ass with every push. You moaned around the clone's cock, your body thrumming and alive with pleasure. You could feel, hear, the wetness of your cut wrapped around Loki's cock.

"You're doing so good, baby," Loki's clone groaned as he pushed his cock in and out of your mouth. You looked up at him through your wet lashes as he stroked over your cheek. "You're taking our cocks so well."

"You're so tight, pet," Loki hissed through gritted teeth. His grunts filled your ears as he slammed into you. "I love this little pussy so fucking much."

"This mouth is pure sin," Loki's clone moaned. "It was designed to be wrapped around my cock."

Loki and his clone continued to fill your ears with dirty groans, moans, and whispers. Every sinful thing they spoke sent chills down your spine. They grabbed you, pushed you around, and used you in a way that made you feel completely debauched. Yet at the same time, they rained down their praise, approval, and love for you. You preened under it all, basking in the mutual worship happening on the bed.

You weren't sure where you wanted to look - up at Loki's clone as you gagged on his cock or sideways into the mirror. You whimpered and glanced to the side, your suck on the clone's cock extra hard and your cunt clamping when you saw the image of yourself. Your hair was a mess, your body was littered with bite marks and bruises, and tears were streaming down your cheeks. Yet, you looked so beautiful, even you could admit that.

"Do you like what you see?" Loki asked from behind you. "Do you like watching us use you?"

You made a noise that sounded something like an agreement, an approval, and both Loki's chuckled darkly. Loki's clone pushed you down further on his cock until your nose was flush against the coarse hairs at the base of his cock. You breathed steadily through your nose, your throat relaxed and your tongue flat - precisely as Loki had taught you so long ago.

"Give her something else to admire," Loki's clone suggested.

"Hold her tight. She tends to flinch when I do this," Loki stated. Loki's clone held the back of your head and with a crack, Loki spanked your ass so hard you squealed and swore you saw stars. His hand continued to smack down against you as he fucked you, pushing your body further against his clone. You choked on the clone's cock as you cried out, pain and pleasuring intertwining within your body. Finally, Loki's clone pulled his cock out and bent over. He grabbed your face roughly and forced you to look at the mirror.

"Look at yourself. Look at him fuck you like the whore you are," he hissed. You moaned as you saw your ass alight with bruises and hand marks as Loki fucked you. Loki's face was contorted in pleasure, his head tossed back as he rode you.

"L-Loki..." you whimpered. His head rolled forward and his eyes met yours in the mirror. He grinned and winked as he sped up his thrusts impossibly faster. You moaned as the clone pulled your head back and returned his cock to your mouth.

"She's close," Loki grunted. "I can feel her squeezing me."

"She's not the only one," the clone admitted.

Loki reached around you and began toying with your clit. "Cum for us, darling. Cum now."

Your body trembled and ached as Loki pinched at your clit. All it took was for Loki to mutter, "such a good girl" and you were done. You hit your climax with a near shriek that had the clone quivering. They continued to fuck your cunt and your mouth through your high. Your jaw was nearly slack and your body was limp, only being held up by their grips as they continued to take their pleasure from your body.

"I'm going to cum in this tight little pussy, baby," Loki moaned. He gasped out your name and with a shout, he shot inside of you. At the same time, his clone shot his cum down your throat. Despite your exhaustion, you drank all of it. Their combined climaxes and their moans of pleasure had another orgasm rolling through your body. Heat filled your body as they rode out their highs within you. Your eyes were glazed over as you looked up at Loki's clone. He pulled his cock from your lips and stroked your cheek gently.

"You did so good, pet," he whispered. "You were so good."

"The best girl, you're so good," Loki said as he pulled his cock out from you. They quickly rested you down on the bed and began lavishing you with kisses and words of affection. The clone rubbed healing lotion into your bruises as Loki stroked your hair and kissed you. You whimpered against his mouth, your hands grasping for him.

"Loki...Loki...I...Loki..." you whined, burying your head in his chest.

"Shhh, I've got you. You did so good. I love you so much. You're such a good girl," Loki praised you. He rubbed your back and held you close. Warmth radiated along your back and you realized his clone had settled behind you. They both held you, their lips pressing delicate kisses to your cheeks, head, and shoulders.

It took you longer than normal to come down from the daze of submission and orgasmic pleasure that you were in. The entire time, Loki and his clone held you and took care of you. Loki helped you drink water while his clone rubbed your jaw. You knew you would be sore tomorrow - and fuck, it would probably start today even - but you were elated knowing how proud Loki was of you. He said that bringing his clone into bed would be intense and he was absolutely right, but you would do it again in a heartbeat.

When you finally felt aware enough of yourself, you looked up at Loki and offered him a smile. "Hey there."

"Hello, beautiful," Loki whispered, running his fingers along your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm really good. That was so much fun. Thank you for finally doing this with me," you said, wrapping your arms around Loki and giving him a tight hug. You looked over your shoulder at his clone and giggled. You kissed his cheek. "And thank you for joining us."

"It was my pleasure," he laughed. His face softened and he kissed you lightly. "But it's time for me to go."

"I love you," you sighed. "Thank you, Loki."

"Thank you, pet."

You watched as the clone disappeared in a shimmer of green and gold. Still, you could feel traces of his warmth left behind. You curled back up with Loki and he held you tighter. There was a contemplative look on his face that had you curious.

"Is everything alright?" you asked.

"Yes, that's actually the odd thing. Everything is alright," he murmured. "Normally when my clone is out for a while and for such...strenuous activities, I often get tired afterwards. However, I feel fine, like I didn't even bring him out. Perhaps it's because I'm no longer stressed about Michael."

"Maybe. I guess that means you'll have to go harder next time," you chuckled with a wink.

"You dirty minx!" Loki gasped, pinching your sides. You laughed as he pressed kisses all along your face. He came up and radiated a smile down at you. "Do you see it, pet? Do you see how much I want you?"

"I do," you said softly.

"No one else can ever have me like you can because even if they pray to me, worship me, beg me, they cannot have me. I am yours and yours alone. No one and nothing can stop that," Loki assured you. "I love you so much, darling."

"I love you too. Thank you." You stretched up and kissed Loki in a slow, sensual kiss. Pulling away, Loki looked at you with soft but concerned eyes.

"That being said..."

"Oh no."

"I think you should tell Gretchen about me," he said. You opened your mouth to protest but Loki held a firm hand out. "I think all of this stress about not knowing what will happen is causing you to worry. You do not know how she will react until you actually tell her."

You chewed your lip and considered it. It wasn't something you could say yes to right now. You still had to think about your options and whether it was worth even getting into with Gretchen. One day, she would want to meet the man you told her about but that didn't have to be now. Still, it would be nice to finally share Loki's presence with someone. She was a good person and you were sure you could trust her.

"I'll think about it," you said. "Honestly, I just want to lay with you right now and not worry about it."

"I understand, pet. Come, relax, sleep. I'll hold you through it all."

"Promise?"

"I swear it on my life."

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