Loki grabbed your face with his hand, and squeezed your cheeks together, "Oh you will regret that pet!" he says with sinful intent.

He didn't seem like the same god who may have shown you some mercy but now a merciless devil.

You contemplated whether you should have just swallowed, because actually you didn't care if you did. You just wanted to rile him up, never expecting that it would make him this furious. And now your persistent petty efforts to defy him seemed foolish, was it worth the punishment he had in store for you?Something inside you said it wasn't.

Too darn late now.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pressed your face towards his with a show of power. You felt his cum smear around the entirety of your face, and now you were fully covered in Loki's thick sperm.

You fought against his hold and forced your head away, shooting him a fierce glare, but he matched your stare with an even greater level of wrath.

"Lick your lips now! Taste me!" he barks out an order.

"No!" you yell back in defiance.

You couldn't help yourself, you enjoyed pestering him. You knew you were supposed to submit, but you couldn't fully lose control. You were too stubborn, and too aroused by his angry backlash, however harsh it was.

Both of you huffed in exasperation as Loki focused his icy gaze on you. But his irritated look soon morphed into a smirk when he noticed a pool of his seed still lay on the floor, he gazed at it and then at you.

"Don't even think about it" you say adamantly, observing his cheeky grin.

"Oh yes pet, you will lick my cum off the floor, suck it all up until the floor is spotless"

After a long moment of shaking your head in defiant refusal, you feel a drop of liquid fall onto your lips. You realised your strong head movements made the cum that was already on your face, drip down.

You observed Loki watching you, his eyes following the trickle of his seed that continued down your chin.

"If you allow a drop of my seed to fall from your chin you'll be severely punished girl!" his warning came across loud and clear.

You knew that licking semen off your face was better than lapping it up from the floor like a common dog. So you give in, deciding to demonstrate a greater degree of submission. Yet you still berated yourself mentally for what you were about to do.

With your finger you scoop up the trail of Loki's sperm and guide it inside your mouth, all the while Loki observes in lustful surprise. You maintain your full, tongue-whirling lip licking, until you were sure he was fully satisfied that you had tasted enough of him.

"There, I've tasted you. Your thick manly fluid has gone down my throat, are you happy now?" you curtly huff.

"No pet, I'm not happy—not happy because you've missed a spot" he looked to the floor and pointed, "That spot right there"

"What!" you snap, "but I just licked your cum off my face, there really is no need for the floor too!"

You took a deep breath, and held in your desire to add an insult. Loki merely grinned, enjoying the many expressions you make when you're annoyed.

"You will not waste a single drop of me—so get on all fours, kitten"

While his tone was more gentle, his words still carried the force of an order. But before complying with his command, you give a dramatic eye roll and a deep sigh to demonstrate your displeasure.

You feel his eyes watching your every move as you get into position, feeling slightly humiliated as you now take on the pose of an obedient pet.

Content with your action, Loki stood up, and proceeded to walk to your side, but as he did so, a magical glow began to form in his palm. When it faded, it was obvious to you that he held something, but he chose to be stealthy about it and concealed it from your view.

Intrigued, you merely observed as he stooped to put something around your neck. When he stepped back admiring what he'd put on you with a smug grin, you felt driven to take a look.

You looked down and gasped audibly, repulsed to see a shiny green and gold collar now adorning your neck—complete with a loop to attach a future leash.

"No fucking way!" you shout, clawing at the tightly fastened collar—and as you fumble with the clasp, Loki observes with utter amusement.

"You will not get it off, it is bound by my magic. Only I can remove it" he declared, sounding pleased.

"Take it off Loki! This is degrading!" you shout.

"Do not think of it as a pet collar, think of it as a beautiful piece of jewellery. I have even customised it—look, it has some sparkly gems" he said cheerfully, pointing to the jewels embedded into the leather, "and if you should ever stray too far away from me, people only have to look upon it and they will know who you belong to"

"Oh yeh, and how will they know?!" you snap, aggravated.

"Well pet, you have your masters name around your pretty neck" he grins wide, "do you know who your master is?" Loki asks, motioning for you to answer with his hands.

You mutter "you are" under your breath, tightening your jaw.

"Yes I am, but say my name pet, who am I?"

"You're Lo—" you stop mid word, suddenly feeling mischievous, "you're a freaking fruit loop, that's who you are! Get this thing off of me!"

You sit up on your knees and continue grabbing at the collar, not aware of Loki's rising temper. He suddenly gripped the nape of your neck and forces you back on your hands and knees.

Without a second thought he hooked his finger in the metal loop of the collar and pulled you towards the semen on the floor. He hovers your face over his cum before suddenly pushing the tip of your nose into it.

"Naughty pet, very, very naughty. This is what happens when you don't listen" he continues, smearing your nose in his seed.

He forced you to your knees and stared at you directly, "You have your masters name on the collar you wear around your neck—am I your master?" he asks firmly, expecting an answer.

"Yes!" you yell.

"And what is your masters name?"

"My masters name is—" you stop, musing over your answer.

"Think before you say the next word pet!" Loki cautions, sensing more insolence brewing within you.

Hmmm... think before I say my next word..

A cheeky grin spread across your face and you answered, "My masters name is—fruit loop, Loki"

You made sure to say the fruit loop part in your mind, knowing he'll still hear it mentally, but you didn't say it aloud, thereby avoiding violating his warning.

A blazing inferno fired in his eyes, yet behind his anger, you saw the faintest hint of a smile. Loki didn't know whether to be angry or more impressed that you found a way to defy him so cleverly.

Nonetheless he couldn't tolerate unruly wit, he gripped the collar again and put your face to the floor.

"Lick it....lap it up like it's your favourite meal" he commands.

"But I said Loki! I didn't say the other words out loud—it was in my thoughts!" you shout, trying to play innocent.

"Trying to play games with the 'God of mischief', and using tricks against the 'Master Trickster', foolish girl!" he scoffs, still secretly impressed with your cunning, and trying hard to suppress a proud smile.

God of mischief? You wonder.

Loki pushed your face further to the ground. "I want every single drop that you mindlessly spilled lapped up, or I will attach a leash to your shiny new collar and walk you in the streets for all of the town to see!"

"You wouldn't?!" you exclaim, in shock.

"Don't test my patience pet, I have been tolerant of your disobedient antics for far too long. Any more dissonant from you and you will be humiliated"

You had no doubt in your mind that Loki would indeed degrade you in such a way. Licking up cum was a much better alternative.

You quickly suck up all remnants of him off the floor, allowing it to coat your tongue before swallowing it down, and Loki stroked your head with his hand as you did so.

"That's a good pet. Now tell me, who is your master?" his voice resuming a more softer tone.

The stubborn girl in you wanted to keep tormenting him with witty remarks, but you remembered that you started this game. Now you actually wondered if he would've gone this far, had you not started it.

"Loki is my master" you reply with no apparent emotion.

"Ahh, now that is more like it. My pretty obedient pet"

Loki made his way over to a large chair and took a seat. As soon as his legs parted, his muscular thighs stretched wide, giving the impression that he was assuming the position of a king.

"Come to me pet, come sit at my feet"

You were just beginning to stand up and move towards Loki when he let out a startlingly loud yell, causing you to halt dead in your tracks.

"Pets do now walk on two legs, get back down and crawl to my feet" he demands.

You comply with his instructions and lower yourself to the ground before beginning your gradual approach towards him. Yet you've hardly begun to inch your way across the floor when he bellows, "Stop!" again.

You sighed deeply before glancing up from the ground, and peering directly at him—curious as to why he'd ordered you to cease.

"I don't believe pets wear people clothes," he fixed his gaze on your dress, "take it off darling"

Even though he made a valiant effort to hide the mischievous grin on his face, you saw the dark humour in his expression.

You sit up on your knees and carefully slide your dress up your body before removing it over your head and tossing it to the side.

Loki's eyes follow the curve of your breasts as you kneel before him, and you can feel his arousal rising as he shifts in his chair.

You reclaim your position on your hands and knees and resume creeping forward.

"Stop" 

You give him a menacing glare as you grow increasingly irritated by his incessant interruptions.

"I don't recall pets needing to wear pink panties" he stated, wanting nothing more than for you to be completely naked.

While you were taking an unreasonable amount of time to begin removing your underwear, he overheard you mentally cussing at him, and in response, he growled at you.

You instantly resume a smile in an effort to please him, and as you do so, you obediently tug on your knickers and slide them down your legs until they were completely taken off. You were on the verge of tossing them to the side when all of a sudden Loki shouted "stop" once more.

"Oh for gods sake, what now!" you unintentionally blurt out, suddenly feeling a pang of fear as you realise the potential consequences of your outburst.

Yet, all Loki did in response was laugh amusedly before asking sweetly, "Throw them to me kitten"

Surprised and relieved that he wasn't mad, you cheerfully bunch the panties in a ball and toss them to Loki. He caught it with one hand, and raised it to his nose, inhaling deeply.

You stare at him, hesitant to move in case he yells "stop" yet again. But when Loki saw that you weren't moving, his attention immediately shifted from sniffing your underwear to you.

"Well, continue crawling pet!" he exclaims, his expression hinting on annoyance.

You proceed ahead and finally reach his feet, grateful that there were no furthers stops along the way.

He wanted to stroke your hair, but also desired to see your generous cleavage when he looked down, so he signalled for you to sit up on your knees and position yourself exactly by his side.

You do as his requests, but don't pay him any attention; rather, you concentrate on anything that lies in front of you.

"Is my pet not happy?" he inquires.

You choose not to respond and instead keep your gaze fixed forward.

"Hmm maybe you want to play, is that it pet?—Then how about a game of fetch"

Loki suddenly throws your panties a few feet away, and jovially exclaims, "Fetch girl!"

You move your head to face him and give him an angry glance.

"Hmm, it seems I need to teach my pet how to fetch"

He stood up and immediately connected an unexpected leash to your collar, yanking hard and dragging you forward. "Come on pet, keep up the pace. Or you'll get a sore neck"

You speed up your crawling in an effort to avoid the collar from digging into your body and continued till you found the panties that had been dropped on the ground.

"Well, pick it up—and not with your hands" he orders.

You stoop and use your mouth to pick up your underwear. Loki, now content, leads you back to the chair while you hold them between your teeth.

"So you do know how to fetch," he smirks, taking a seat and resuming his monarchal pose of legs spread wide, while his large semi hard cock rested heavily on his left thigh.

This time, he sat you between his legs and looked down at you before picking up a familiar object and asking, "Do you know what this tool is, girl?"

You examine the instrument he held up with interest. You realise it was the thin metal rod you were planning to use to pick the lock on the door. Yet, it had vanished, and you had been unable to locate it when it fell.

Its tip was sharp and pointy. An extremely slim needle extended from a small leather grip. You could tell it was meant to be gripped tightly, much like a pen. Yet, you were completely in the dark as to its function.

"Ah, I see you've found the tool I was looking for" you say sarcastically.

Loki gave you a very serious look, "Well, I cannot have you holding such a sharp tool pet, misuse of this and you can get seriously hurt. Who then will I have as my loyal companion?"

"I'm sure you'll find a replacement pet easily enough, many women in this town worship you remember" you remark, feeling somewhat envious.

You couldn't help but wonder how many women he brought into this room and had them play this game with him.

He arched an eyebrow and asked, "Do I detect some envy there, pet?"

You scoff... "umm no, of course not!"

He looks down at you from above as you kneel before him, wedged in between his legs. You look into his eyes and remain motionless as he gently runs a thumb across your cheek.

"Come, sit on my lap, Mina"

The fact that your name was used instead of "pet" was enough to catch you off guard, and you still felt slightly intimidated to move as you continued to notice his other hand gripping the sharp instrument.

Your focus shifts to what he held, and a nervous gulp escapes your mouth. But after noticing that you were staring uneasily, Loki placed the tool on the armrest.

Now that he'd put it down, you eased enough to let him help you off your knees. He reclined in his seat, bringing your legs to rest across his lap. Feeling at peace, you laid your head on his chest and relaxed into the rhythm of his breathing.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, he softly whispered, "No one can replace you."

And regardless of how much you admired his authority and his fiery outbursts, a tiny fluttering sensation ran through your chest and made your heart race. You had a soft spot in your heart for the kind and lovable part of his personality.

Loki fixed his stare attentively on you, his eyes radiating a pleasant warmth that stretched across his face. "Kiss me, sweetheart"

You give him a loving smile and plant a gentle kiss on his lips before returning your head to the comfort of his shoulder.

"You will always be mine, won't you sweetheart?" he inquires, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You sit up and utter the soothing words, "I'll always be yours, Loki."

"Do you promise?" his tone more timid than usual for concern of being rejected.

"I promise, for as long as you want me."

"I'll always want you, darling, because you have my heart, but do I have all of yours?" he asks you with imploring eyes.

You experience an overwhelming surge of love for him, and you respond by placing his hand to your heart and declaring, "I won't find another this heart will beat for."

As the air around you became heavy with love, you both went silent for a moment. But then Loki gave you a dazzling grin and spoke in a more upbeat manner.

"Good darling, so you won't disagree when I sign my name across it?" his voice now carrying an air of assurance, his demeanour having changed from fragile to determined.

"Sign your name? What do you mean" you inquire while exhibiting an anxious tone. You feel a sudden knot building in your gut.

Loki lifted up the instrument; it was in such close proximity to your face that looking at it up close was unsettling.

"This is a leathering tool kitten, it's used by leather smiths for tooling. A process of cutting and stamping designs into leather—it is a very hard skill to master" Loki says with interest.

You were completely unprepared for the quick onset of your anxiety.

"It is also a great tool for body scarification, many tribes use it to make intricate cuts in the skin—causing scars to form in beautiful patterns, or names—names of the one they love"

"Or worship!" you declare with a steely tone.

"Ah, so you are aware of it" he uttered his words with a tone of surprise.

His hand remained on your chest, directly over the location of your beating heart. He began to slowly swirl his fingertip across your skin. You watch as he did so, suddenly filled with shock when you come to realise that he is tracing out his name.

"Signing my name across your heart will mean you belong to me, and will always be mine kitten" he states while still repeating his finger action.

"You want to brand me!!" you exclaim repulsed, beginning to move from Loki's lap. But he gripped your body and held you in place.

"Did I say you can move pet?" you stare at him, and saw the commanding Loki gaze back.

"I already wear your name, I have the collar. I'll wear that willingly, there is no need for this!"

"The collar is just for pets, but this," he holds up the tool and gazes at it, "this is for love—love for my Queen"

You were unconvinced with the romanticising of butchering your skin, and continued to struggle against his firm hold.

"Allow me to do this, to engrave my name across your heart, and I will give you all of me. No other will I seek."

The idea of Loki tearing into your flesh, and branding you with his name felt twisted. You felt waves of sickness and panic as your thoughts spun out of control. You doubted whether or not it was safe to put your trust in him.

"Don't lie to me, your just intending to hurt me again. Your love is just an hallucination, merely another one of your mind games, an extreme act of sadism!" you yell out of frustration, and anger, not really meaning your words.

You distract Loki by knocking the tool out of his hand, it gives you the opportunity to jump off of his lap and run away.

"You can't run anywhere sweetheart, so what's the point in trying. Just accept this, do it for us. For our love."

You quickly retreat to the cover of a large chair and position it between you.

"Loki, you're truly deranged, do you know that?" you shout.

"I never denied that darling, I told you early on
I enjoy the superior feeling of control, to be in power, inflicting pain, suffering—yet you started this game" you peeked from over the chair and saw him standing still, watching you intently. "You spurred me on when you, yourself enjoyed giving me pain. I knew then that I found a worthy player, my equal match. You have an inner darkness inside you too sweetheart. Don't deny that you didn't make me angry with your disobedience on purpose, because you simply enjoyed the backlash of doing so"

It was true, everything he's done to you, you have already fantasised about. He heard your past thoughts of wanting to be dominated, spanked, bitten, and he's done just that.

You purposely provoked him, teased him, and made him angry. Aware that you'd receive punishment in doing so. But you got pleasure from it as much as him. You really did bring this on yourself.

Holy shit, I'm exactly like him...

"You really are sweetheart, we're compatible souls. I knew it when I first saw you. This teasing cat and mouse game, it's all fun, all part of what makes us aroused"

Realization freezes you to the spot, and you can't move an inch. To be completely honest with yourself, he was correct; he hasn't gone beyond your wildest dreams. Perhaps he turned it up a level, but it was still largely in line with your interests.

You ask with a doubting tone, "But I can't want this Loki; this is excessive, isn't it?" while potentially desiring it but not being fully certain that you do.

Loki noticed your uncertainties and realised you were struggling to embrace the notion that you, too, were twisted.

"Fine my queen, I won't hurt you"

You gaze at Loki, attempting to determine whether he was being completely sincere or not.

"Please Loki, don't lie to me" you say feeling vulnerable.

"I won't ever lie to you my love—I promise, I won't hurt you" he said, sounding genuine, "come to me, stand in my embrace my queen" he extended his arms, motioning for a hug.

You emerge from behind the chair and cautiously approach Loki. You take his hand, and he slowly and gently pulls you towards himself. You wrap your arms around his torso, while his much larger arms completely envelop the small physique you have.

After gently kissing your forehead, he pressed his lips to yours and gave you a passionate kiss. When he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock between your legs.

He carried you across the room, walking towards the fluffy rug. He gently laid you down, and you giggle feeling the long strands of the rug tickle against your back.

He laid atop you carefully, keeping his entire weight off of you, and stared into your eyes. An ethereal green light seemed to flow from the palm of his hand as he gently stroked your hair and brushed away a few stray strands.

You stare in confusion at Loki, trying to make sense of what he is doing. Alarms start to go off in your head when you feel your eyes beginning to feel heavy. And after your head becomes drowsy, you realise that you're nodding off, but you fight it, doing everything in your power to keep your eyes open.

"What's happening Loki" you murmur, your body battling with your mind to stay awake was torturous.

"Ssssh my love, go to sleep. I told you I won't hurt you...I promise this won't hurt a bit"

Your mind finally stopped fighting your body's cry for sleep, but Loki's last words rung in your ear as you fall into a deep dark slumber.