Endlessly

The Dark Prince

You follow the dark prince outside of the palace gates, over a footbridge, eventually arriving at a small, pristinely kept stable.

The two of you approach a paddock housing a prodigious, midnight-black mare. Her eyes are just as black as her mane, and when she turns to look at you, you find yourself feeling as though you are looking at a creature far beyond this world.

"This is Hrimfaxi." Loki looks at you with a warm sense of pride.

"She's... gorgeous." You gape.

"I love her like a child." He beams. "I found her as a foal, completely alone and nearly frozen to death during my first visit to Utgard."

"You brought her back here?" The corners of your eyes glisten with unexpected tears.

"I did. I know what it's like to be left for dead in that godforsaken realm, so I nursed her back to health myself. It took several months for her to stabilize." He playfully ruffles her mane, and she bobs her head in delight.

He unlatches the paddock door, allowing Hrimfaxi to step outside, giving you a genuine view of just how grand she truly is.

Before you can fully process what's happening, Prince Loki has hoisted you upon her back, quickly hopping up himself, joining you at your backside.

He reaches his arms around you, eliciting a vibrating wave of excitement through your entire body as he takes hold of the powerful mare's reins, and steers you toward the forest, even farther from the confines of the palace.

During the ride, you find it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything other than the princes' hips pressing against your rear over and over again as Hrimfaxi trots through the dense woods.

You also can't ignore the thought that if anything happened to you while you were out here, you would probably never be found.

With that thought, you know you should be paying better attention to where you are being taken, you know- just in case, but the sweet smell of the prince has somehow hypnotized you during the ride. He just feels so warm and inviting pressed up against you, his powerful arms resting at your sides, the smell of him flooding your brain. He's like a heavenly mixture of spearmint, sage, and leather.

You lean your head back against his chest, shamelessly enjoying the intoxicating scent of him, and the way it feels to have him gently bucking into you.

You're enjoying the sensations so much, you don't immediately realize that at some point he slid one large hand across your abdomen, and is pressing against your belly in a surprisingly delightful way, until you become aware of the dampness of your panties.

A swarm of panicked butterflies explode in your chest as you remember that you are straddling the mare, having not taken the time to adjust to a more lady-like, side-saddle position, your dress is gathered up around your thighs, your now soaked underwear in dangerously close reach to the prince.

You squeeze your eyes tightly shut, mortified at the thought of what he would think if he discovered the state of you.

As you're silently begging for him not to move his hands any lower, not to discover what embarrassing thing has happened to you, he moves his lips to your exposed neck, not quite brushing against you, but the warmth of his breath alone is enough to cause a new throbbing feeling between your thighs.

When his lips ever so gently graze your throat, you let out an unwelcome grunt of pleasure that is certainly not lady-like.

"By the gods..." He groans against your neck, pulling firmly on the horse's reins and bringing you to a stop.

Oh gods, he's going to kick me off- I'm going to have to find my way back to the palace alone.

Without releasing his grip on your waist, he dismounts the horse, bringing you with him. You've hardly regained your footing when he spins you around, pulling you into a desperate, frenzied kiss.

Your eyes instinctively shut, and all of your senses are flooded with thoughts of him. The way his body feels against yours, the way he smells, gods- the way he tastes.

"My prince!" You gasp in between feverish kisses.

"Please..." He groans. "please just call me Loki."

He gently lifts you from the ground, kneeling down and placing you into the thick, lush grass. Raven hair hanging in his face, he glides over your body like a serpent would stalk its prey.

Oh no. No, no, no.

You're about to speak, about to protest, when his glowing green eyes lock onto yours.

Oh no.

"Loki!" You gasp, as he begins to nip at your neck, working his way down to your shoulder. "What have you done to me!?"

"Oh, my darling, the real question is, what am I not going to do to you." His body glides over top of yours, moving lower.

Oh gods, he's put me under a spell!

"No!" You gasp, halting him in his tracks before he explores any further and discovers what indecent thing has happened between your legs.

"Are you alright?" He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. You're embarrassed beyond belief, terrified, and alarmingly excited. "I am terribly sorry if I misread- I thought you were enjoying-"

You take advantage of his mystified state to scramble backwards away from him, the skirt of your dress sliding back down to your ankles.

"I truly was- perhaps too much. It's just... something's happened- I'm sorry, it's just... I don't know you at all, and I don't feel comfortable discussing things of this nature-"

"My lady, have you never..."

Your bewildered expression must be enough to answer his question before he's finished asking it, because he continues speaking with a drastic change of tone. "I will return you to the palace at once. I am terribly sorry for any distress I have caused you." The tips of his ears turn pink.

The young prince seems so remarkably genuine, polite to the nth degree, that you nearly begin to apologize as well. You find it impossible not to like him, but your parents' warnings echo in your head, ultimately making you decide to keep quiet, ensuring your safe return to the palace.

He jumps from the ground, immediately giving you a hand up, and hoists you back on top of the mare. This time, when he joins you from behind, the intoxicating scent of him has somehow been amplified by a thousand. It was still leather and mint, now mixed with grass and rain. There was something else too, something you couldn't place, but it appealed to you on a base level in a way that made your heart race and your head spin.

As Hrimfaxi gains speed, and Loki's hips begin to buck into you once again, you hate yourself for the out-of-control way his body against yours makes you feel. It's like a spring storm, crisp air and a warm breeze, thunder and rain crashing inside of you, all while an unyielding fire rages in your core, consuming your heart and mind, completely unaffected by the rainfall.

You feel like you're about to explode when the two of you arrive back at the stables.

Loki helps you down, his hands on your waist fueling the flames raging inside of you. The moment your feet hit the ground, you turn toward the palace without a word, moving as quickly as you can away from him without breaking into a full-blown run.

You burst through the palace doors, pink-cheeked and feverish still, from your romp in the woods. You storm through the halls, head down, terrified if you make eye contact with someone, they will know.

When you've finally entered your chambers, you slam the door shut behind you, sinking to the floor with a sign of relief.

You'd never even been kissed before today, and you certainly had no idea it was anything like that.