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It wasn’t unusual for Loki to disappear for days at a time. It’s part of her need for solitude to recollect herself and conjure more mischief. There was never the assumption that she was in danger during these times of seclusion. The only subject of concern was what mischievous deeds she would commit with her mind refreshed and rested. With this fear in mind, Thor began searching for his sister after a two-day absence. The last instance of her disappearance resulted in her turning all of her brother’s meat into roaches every time he tried to feast. The curse lasted four grueling days. Loki simply grinned as wide as she could with her snake-like fangs and hissed You should thank me. Now you will shed that awful excess weight .
The very memory makes Thor’s blood boil. “You won’t get away with your next cruel joke, sister.”
He searches in Loki’s usual safe zones. She’s not practicing spells in the library, nor is he meditating in their mother’s garden. She’s not dining in the palace halls or sparring in the warrior’s quarters.
His heart begins to flutter with worry. If Loki is not in her bedroom, he will have to approach Heimdall to look for her in other worlds.
He cautiously encroaches into Loki’s sanctum. Loki despises any unauthorized bodies in her bedroom. Especially Thor, who would be the most likely to spoil her mischief.
Thor sighs with relief seeing Loki’s sleeping form in her bed.
“You frightened me, sister,” he chuckles nervously. “Loki?”
His attention turns to an open spellbook on her nightstand.
Sleep Spell .
Heightened understanding dawns upon Thor. Loki had brought up that she had trouble sleeping for a few days. She must have taken matters into her own hands.
“You have a remedy for all of your problems, don’t you?”
He traces his finger along the ancient lettering. The incantation feels days old along his skin.
“Oh, Loki. You overdid it, huh? What does Mother say about taking advantage of this ancient magic?” He slaps the book shut. “I’d say you have another day before you return to the world of the living.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and drinks in the sight of Loki deep in slumber.
She was not at all anticipating this blunder. She dressed herself in a sheer green gown, something comfortable she wouldn’t allow anyone to see her in. It drapes over her curves so delicately. He can almost see her naked body beneath such a thin garment.
Her breathing is steady. Her chest falls up and down daintily and cute snores escape her barely opened lips. In this fully debilitated state, she looks incapable of the wars she’s waged in other realms. She is a fragile princess.
Thor reaches for the sheets she has kicked away. He drapes them over her.
“Mmmm,” she groans. She flails her legs and kicks them onto the floor.
She has always been sensitive to heat, Thor notes. He rises to his feet to grant her privacy once more. He makes his way to the door.
“Oh… Thor…”
He pauses reaching for the door knob.
“Thor….Thor….”
He turns to face her. She’s still lost wandering in a dream. This dream, though, draws Thor back to her side.
“What was that?”
Loki moans and squirms. Her cheeks are dusted pink with her eyes are squeezed shut.
Thor wipes some loose curls from her face that’s becoming sweatier as her dream scenario progresses.
“What sick fantasy are you painting in your head?”
Loki rubs her thighs together.
“That won’t do you any good.”
Thor walks nimble fingers across her belly down to her porcelain thighs. Even in her sleep, it doesn’t take much to get Loki to submit. He spreads her open and grins at the treasure he has come upon.
Loki’s sweet, wet pussy pulses for a remedy to ease the ache it must be feeling.
“No coverage?”
Loki whines and turns onto her side.
“No,” Thor growls. He slams her onto her back. “You will face me.”
He slides his hand back to her needy cunt.
“You are defenseless and you call out to me. How do you expect me to resist such temptation?”
He rubs her folds. No reaction. He shoves two enormous fingers into her.
She gasps.
“There she is. Pretty girl. Vague to the external world but your body never fails to be honest with me.”
“Thor…..” she calls out.
“I’m here, sweet sister. I will be certain that the rest of your time dreaming will be pleasant.”
He plunges his fingers in and out of her welcoming pussy. She lets out adorable hiccups and whines. If he could wield such magic, Thor would conjure a spell to project his sister’s dirty dreams to play for his eyes only. There are no lies in Loki’s fantasies. And she isn’t aware to tell him otherwise.
Thor dips down to her heaving breasts. Through her gown, he takes her nipple into his mouth. Loki breathes like she’s only fire. Thor listens to her wheeze, and it only coaxes him further. He sucks on the next nipple, fingers still hitting all of her pleasurable places.
He pops off and exhales. “Sister, I will take you now.”
He pulls out his leaking, aching cock. He rubs it along her folds, making her thighs jolt. Her hole flutters in anticipation.
“Nowhere to run.”
He holds her thighs apart as far as they will stretch, which is a full split. He thrusts inside in one sweep. Loki’s sleeping body takes him in without a hitch.
“It matters not if you are conscious. You are always receptive to me. You’re a good slut, Loki.”
He allows his animalistic urges to consume him. He pulls her on and off his cock. She is no better than a doll with the way she is unable to stop him. All she does is whimper and moan as she no doubt dreams of Thor doing this exact thing to her.
Thor growls and shreds her nightgown into pieces. Her gorgeous tits had been bouncing with his thrusts and that damned fabric deserved no courtesy the way it covered her up. He releases her thighs since her legs stay open on their own. He takes two handfuls of her tits and gropes roughly.
“Your body is a creation of the heavens.”
He takes her nipples into his mouth again. Every inch of her is grabbed and explored by Thor’s callus hands. The rigidness of his grasp feels wonderful on Loki’s smooth skin. Aside from a scarce number of scars, Loki's body is void of the wear of battle. Despite her intents of chaos and mischief, Loki never falters. She is graceful, she performs with purpose. It’s a trait Thor has admired for thousands of years. It is also one he has cursed until this moment. He finally has her where he wants her. She can’t fight back. She can’t make a fool of him.
Loki moans louder and Thor worries he’s broken the spell keeping her dormant. His worries subside gazing upon her closed eyes.
Her cunt suddenly becomes painfully tight. It pulsates around Thor’s cock, soaking him.
He chuckles. “Even as you slumber you can not resist me. You cum around me as you do with your eyes wide open.”
He takes no pity on her. He continues to fuck her overstimulated body.
“Without you awake to tell me to stop, I can make you cum a thousand times over if I wanted. I can also flood your pussy until your stomach swells with my seed. Speaking of which, I am getting there.” He leans toward her. His beard tickles her lips. “You can’t stop me. When you rise, the only sensation you will feel is the heat of my seed in your gaping cunt and a deep ache within your lower region.”
He savors the feeling of Loki’s constricting pussy. He roars, thunder sparkling behind his eyes as he finishes. He is sure she takes all of it. Her legs kick wildly like her instincts still believe she is buried under a mountain of blankets.
Thor bellows. “Always the whore.”
“Thor……” she moans again.
“Loki,” he mocks.
He pulls out of her. His cum leaks out of her. He wishes he bought something to plug her up. He pulls himself together. He stares at his handy work. Loki looks simply pathetic. He could pull the sheets over her but she would kick them off again.
“I will be sure no one disturbs you until you wake.”
He stretches her pussy open with his thumbs for one more look. He presses a kiss to her cunt and heads for the door.
“You will feel that when you wake up, dear sister.”