Running From the Devil

Unwilling

Loki 5 Years Ago

I couldn't understand what the bloody hell I was doing wrong!

I craved her.

I lusted for her.

But all she did was ignore me. 

The sexual frustration was beginning to seep right into me, weighing me down with desire and longing. 

I had gone back to the castle and found a maid in Thor's bedroom, fixing the bed with pillows.

Arching my eyebrow, a very devious thought crossed my mind as I watched how she would bend over the bed, and the dress would tighten over her rump. 

Shaking my head trying to fight the urge to fuck something, I began to walk away, trying to suppress the feeling. 

The sound of something shattering on the ground made me stop dead in my tracks, I quickly walked back to see the maid had accidently knocked over a vase Thor had in his room. On her hands and knee's, she began to pick up the large pieces of glass, her corselette giving him a great view of her ivory breasts. 

The God's had spoken. 

Closing the door behind me, the sound of the heavy door latching shut made the maid look up. Her lips began to move like she wanted to say something, but when she saw how my eyes had dilated dark with desire, she pursed her lips and walked over to the bed. Grabbing the laces behind the dress, she began to undo them as the dress fell, collecting around her feet. 

The overwhelming feeling of anger began to bubble inside of me.

My cock already hard, but it wasn't meant for her.

It was meant for Venus,

Tightening my jaw in frustration,  I undid the buckle in my pants and pulled out my lengthy frustration, rubbing my hand over my pulsating member. 

"Come here," barking the order at her, she hesitated for just a brief second before walking over towards me. 

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I forcefully pushed her down until she was on her knee's in front of me. Without waiting for her to make a move, I wrapped my hand in the back of her hair and pulled her towards my cock, shoving it inside of her mouth.

I watched her eyes bulge out, the uncomfortable feeling of me filling her entire mouth.

Pulling my hips back, I began to thrust into her mouth, and not gently by any means.

Hard, forceful thrusts, that caused saliva to seep out of the corners of her mouth and her eyes to water. The sound of her gagging on me made me thrust faster, I looked up at the ceiling and closed my eyes, imagining it was Venus.

A waterfall of her chocolate locks cascading over her face, her soft supple pink lips. The way her breasts would perk under my touch, the way she felt when her womanhood tightened again my..

I shuddered, gripping her head with both hands, I emptied my seed into her mouth. My body quivered when every little bit emptied my sack. Once I let go of her head, she ran over to her dress and slipped it on with such speed, she was practically running out of the room.