//Well. Some of y'all asked for a part two... And well... You got it... I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR AND VIRGINITY TAKEN THROUGH READING THIS NOR AM I RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LOSS OF AN INNOCENT MIND. THIS IS A PRODUCT OF MINE AND SOMEWHAT MY FIREND'S DIRTY MINDS. 

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

WARNINGS: SMUT, Loki, pretty innocent fluff at the end, rough smut

Word count: 1341 words

The ebony-haired God pushed the Grand doors open, earning an applause from the crowd as he returned to the ceremony.

It was going to be a long night, but at least he had something to look forward to afterwards.

Aeya.

Loki scanned the room, trying to find where the maiden had settled in the crowd. He picked up a glass of red wine from the passing servant before he felt a warm hand on his forearm. As the new King of Asgard turned, he found his mother and the maiden at her side. He felt the bulge in his trousers strain a little more. Was it possible for him to get any more hard?

"If I knew you were busy, Loki, I wouldn't have bothered you," The All-Mother whispered, "If you wish to continue what your were doing, then I can continue the ceremony without you..."

Was his mother actually giving him permission to excuse himself from his own party and fuck this girl senseless, or was she really that oblivious? Either way, the God of Mischief was not passing this offer up.

Loki nodded slightly and placed the glass back down on a table, gesturing for Aeya to follow him.

The young maiden bowed her head to Frigga and hesitantly followed Loki back to his chambers. As they reached the royal chambers, Loki grasped her arm and shoved her through the threshhold on the door. Within moments Aeya found herself standing in front of a completely naked God, his body perfectly toned. He looked like a Greek statue made of marble, his body was that pale. A stiff cock, dripping with precum. When her eyes were finished wandering the God's body, she found that his eyes had darkened with lust and he was breathing heavily. 

Before she knew it, Loki had her pinned to the bed and was teasingly stripping her of her clothing. She gasped as the cool air of his bedroom licked at her skin and Loki bagan to kiss and bite at her neck, leaving buises to mark her as his. Her folds began to dampen even further and she could smell her own arousal, no doubt that the Trickster could too. A smirk danced upon his lips as one of his hands slipped between her folds, gently massaging her sensitive nub. These actions lured a moan from the maiden's lips and it drove Loki crazy. Aeya's legs spread, allowing the God better access to what was now his.

"Fuck," Loki growled, "I can't take this, I need to be inside you-"

"Then take me, my King..." The maiden purred, her mouth slightly agape still fron the pleasure.

All self control that he had once had, vanished as Aeya spoke those 5 words. Loki wrapped his long fingers around the female's throat and she moaned softly at his cool touch. His other hand grasped her ass and brought her leg up to hook around his waist.

"I want to here you scream my name ..." He hissed, rubbing his tip against her entrance and she nodded.

Aeya felt the tip of his cock start to push into her before the God's hips snapped against hers, fully entering her warmth. Loki emitted a low groan and she could feel it in his sstomach as he pressed her body against hers. Hel, she could feel every vein, every muscle in Loki's long, hard cock.

"Loki~" She cried out, her fingers entangling in his ebony locks, tugging softly. 

He slowly pulled out only to slam back into her wet cunt. This elicited a small scream from Aeya, the God of Mischief's name on her tongue. Loki continued to ram into the maiden, fucking her mercilessly, giving into his own pleasures. The hand that had held her neck reached down to rub her clit, more moans escaping her soar throat. 

"Loki! Yes! Loki~!" She screamed, clawing at the God's back, undoubtedly leaving markings.

The feeling in her stomach was only increasing, so much it seemed so close to snapping, sending her into the abyss of her orgasm. Loki's pounding was getting sloppy, a sure sign that he was getting close as she was.

"Who is the only one who can fuck you this good?!" Loki growled, biting at Aeya's neck.

"OH! YOU! LOKI ONLY YOU!!" She cried as it felt as if a rubber band snapped, blinding her with the white light of her orgasm.

Loki grunted, not far behind her. Soon he filled her and moaned loudly. The female underneath him breathed heavily, closing her eyes to regain control of her senses, but sudden movement made her eyes snap open. She was now sitting on top of Loki, her palms resting flat against his sculpted chest. The God's raven hair fanned out across his pillow, some plastering to the sides of his pale face. A sexy look to say the least. She thought he had finished with her, but he was hadn't even begun.

"Ride me." His low voice brought Aeya out of her thoughts and her eyebrows curved up.

"M-my King-" she stuttered, "I do not hink I have the energy..."

"You have the energy, my little whore" He gripped her hips as she slowly began to rock her hips.

She could feel the God's cock grow erect inside her once more, giving her a slight boost of confidence and she started to bounce on his cock. Heated moans and the sound of skin slapping soon filled the room and Aeya leaned down, kissing Loki passionately as they fucked. Loki's hand once more reached up to grasp her neck, this time, however, gently. As she pulled away, her lips hovered over his and her hair fell partially on his face. Aeya's eyes fluttered shut, a loud moan escaping her throat and Loki chuckled darkly.

"You belong to me now, is that clear? No one else is to lay their hands on what is mine." He growled, bringing her face lower so that he could kiss her.

For the rest of night, their moans filled the room and occasionally Aeya screaming Loki's name. Oh, did the God of Mischief enjoy himself.

~The Next Morning~

Aeya woke, curled up against the God of Mischief, one of his cool arms drapped across her waist. His pale features were relaxed as he slept, his hair and absolute mess, as was Aeya's. She moved a to readjust her position in his arms and ended up cryinf out in pain. The 'activities' from the night before had left her sore and most likely bruised. Her cry of pain disturbed Loki from his peaceful slumber and with a groan, the God opened his eyes.

"Aeya-?" He mumbled, "are you okay, darling?" 

He raised a hand to gently stroke her cheek. His actions were much more caring and loving than the night before. Aeya opened her mouth to speak, but found that her throat was to sore. She simply burried her face in his chest, hoping to forget about the pains.

He sighed and gingerly kissed her forehead, "Forgive me, love, I was not in my right mind last night..." He caressed her cheek, "allow me to prepare you a bath to sooth your muscles, I promise it will help."

Hesitantly, she nodded and Loki carefully got out of the bed and trotted over to the washroom, Aeya's eyes curiously following his naked form. Soon he returned and gently picked her up, careful not to harm her. The God walked into the washroom and climbed into the tub, laying Aeya against his chest. A small whimper escaped her lips and Loki wrapped his arms around her waist, splaying his hands across her stomach. Green whisps of Seidr spread across her midsection, immediately easing the pain.

"Is that better, darling?" He asked softly and she nodded, resting her head on Loki's chest

"Th-thank you..." She whispered.

 Aeya felt Loki's fingers tilt her chin up toward him and he pressed his lips against her, kissing her passionately.

"Stay with me" He mumbled into the kiss, running a hand through her tangled hair.

"Always."