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Loki reclined against a mound of cushions, his lean frame draped in a robe of deep emerald silk, the fabric trimmed in threads of gold that shimmered in the low light of his grand bedroom. The garment had slipped open at his chest, revealing the sharp lines of muscle and pale skin beneath. His hands rested behind his head, long fingers laced, the smirk on his lips. His eyes, glimmering, drifted toward the curtain across the chamber.
There, the faint silhouette of Mantis moved in graceful outline, her form traced by the lantern’s glow. Each subtle motion drew his gaze, her figure an unintentional display against the thin fabric that separated them.
Loki lingered in his quiet observation, savoring the moment and getting a very active imagination.
“How do I look?” Mantis asked softly as she stepped from behind the curtain.
The lantern light caught her immediately, drawing out the shimmer of the laced green bodysuit that hugged her form. Her dark hair had been swept up into a bun, a few loose strands softening her face as she offered a sheepish smile, unsure of herself yet radiant in her vulnerability.
Loki did not answer—not at first. He remained sprawled across the bed, lips curled into that infuriatingly calm smirk, eyes sharp with a hunger he did not bother to disguise. Slowly, he lifted one hand and gave the slightest twirl of his finger.
Mantis hesitated only a heartbeat before she obeyed, turning in a quiet spin. The fabric traced her curves, the motion revealing her slender back, her legs, the gentle sway of her body. Loki’s gaze followed her with patience, and for a fleeting moment the trickster king—so accustomed to conquest and deceit—felt nothing but the startling realization of how lucky he truly was.
“Perfect,” he murmured at last, his voice low and deliberate. “Green really is your color.”
“Thank you.” Her smile grew warmer now, soft with relief, before she began her slow crawl across the bed. The mattress shifted beneath her weight as she drew nearer, her eyes never leaving his.
Each shift of her body draws Loki’s smirk into something darker, more amused. When she finally reached him, she paused at his side, her hands pressing lightly against the silk spread.
Loki tilted his head, studying her as though she were a riddle he alone could unravel. “Mmm…you’ve shown me how you look,” he said at last, his voice smooth as velvet, curling at the edges. “But tell me, little empath, how do I feel?”
Mantis blinked, caught off guard, her antennae twitching slightly. “You want me to…?” she began, hesitant.
“Read me,” Loki purred, shifting just enough so that his robe slipped further apart at his chest. “Show me the truth of myself. I’m curious to know what my own mask cannot hide from you.”
Her eyes flickered down, then up again, a nervous laugh breaking softly from her lips. Still, she reached out, her delicate hand brushing against his skin. The contact was electric, her powers weaving into the steady thrum beneath his calm exterior.
And what she found there was not calm at all.
“You feel…” she whispered, her brow knitting in surprise, “…hungry? But not for food.”
Loki chuckled, low in his throat, his gaze glinting with delight. “Ah, so you can see past the performance. Dangerous little gift you carry. Dangerous, and… delicious.”
With a sudden, fluid motion, Loki seized her by the waist and pulled her onto her back, the silken sheets rustling beneath her. Mantis gave a startled gasp, her antennae flickering in nervous sparks as she instinctively brought her hands to her face, though curiosity betrayed her—she peeked through parted fingers, her wide eyes finding his.
Loki hovered over her, smile curling in amusement, his shadow falling across her form. He lowered himself slowly, deliberately, his lips brushing her skin in fleeting, suggestive kisses that trailed downward. Mantis squirmed, caught between embarrassment and anticipation, her laughter breathless as she felt the dangerous playfulness in his every move.
“Still reading me, little empath?” Loki murmured against her, his voice rich with mischief. “Tell me… what do I feel now?”
“…Lust.”
Loki chuckled, parted her lingerie and got to work. His tongue parted her folds, teasing slowly before pressing deeper, circling the most sensitive spot until she began to softly moan and arch her back slightly. Mantis began to tangle her fingers in his jet black hair, as the world around them started to disappear.
He was hungry, almost starving as he ate Mantis out. Pushing himself deeper into her snatch voluntarily without a second thought. Slowly crawling his hand up her body and taking out one of Mantis’s breasts and fondling them. His eyes still fixated on digging around in her pussy, but his hand managed to do some good and find her nipple. His thumb rotates around it, making them become perked up with excitement.
After a while, Loki lifts himself from Mantis’s parted legs and whips his mouth clean of her juices. That smile still on his face as he looks down at Mantis, huffing and practically red. He slowly pulls his robe off, revealing that he was wearing anything under. His cock springing and now in use, teasing the entrance to her flooding pussy.
Loki chuckled, leaning closer with that infuriatingly confident smirk. “Mmm… still trying to read me, little empath?” he murmured, his tip lightly brushing her lips in a teasing touch.
Mantis shivered, her antennae twitching nervously. “I… I can feel…a lot,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
“Is that so?” Loki purred, leaning down close to the face of Mantis. “Tell me everything. Don’t leave anything hidden. I want to know how I feel about you.”
She hesitated, then laughed breathlessly, gently touching his face and staring deep into his eyes with her own big black pupils. “You want me so badly…it’s overwhelming…,” she whispered.
Loki’s grin widened. “Good,” he said softly, tracing a finger along her arm. “You’re on the right track then.”
With that Loki shoved himself into Mantis, his cock parting her lips and fitting snug like it was made for him. Loki began to move his hips, a shiver escaped him, his breath catching in a way that felt almost musical against the quiet room. He placed his hand against the backboard and continued to thrust a lot slower but harder in return. Each jolt made her breast bounce a little, letting out a small gasp as well.
Every movement sent waves of heat and light pulsing through her. Her eyes glimmered as Loki continued to pump his length into her, when he opened his own eyes to see her instead of focusing on prolonging his endurance. He got a glimpse of her cute blushing face and starry eyes.
“By the Gods,” Loki moaned, feeling his tip spill out with the first stirrings of desire. He wanted to close his eyes but it felt like he was in a trance, he couldn’t stop looking at her.
“You can…keep it inside…if you want,” Mantis moaned.
That invitation was gladly taken as one final thrust, leading to Loki spilling his godly seed into Mantis. Painting her walls and leading to it spilling out a little on the bed. He kept it in for a bit longer, almost as if he was trying for an offspring. Giving his shaft a slight tug as a little bit more spilled out.
They both then laid there in bed for a moment, the quiet of the room wrapping around them like a soft blanket. Loki’s chest rose and fell with measured breaths, his smirk softened into something more genuine, almost tender.
“Wow,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “That…was something else.”
Mantis blinked up at him, a shy smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted slightly against the pillows. “Yeah,” she said softly, still catching her breath. “I…I didn’t think it could feel like that.”
Loki chuckled, a low, warm sound that made her antennae flick in amusement. “You surprise me, little empath. In all the best ways.”
She laughed lightly, brushing a hand across his chest in a gentle gesture. “I think…we make a pretty good team,” she admitted, her voice quiet but full of warmth.
“And yet,” Loki said, tilting his head, “I’m fairly certain this is only the beginning.”
Mantis’s smile widened, her eyes glinting. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep up with you.”
“You think you can,” Loki smirked.
“Of course I can.”
“Then how about you be a doll, and clean me off,” Loki teased.
Mantis, without a second thought, gets between Loki’s legs and starts to clean his cock as instructed. First teasing the tip with her soft lips and then slowly taking the length in her mouth.
He groaned, resting his head back, “That’s it…”
He gasped, the warmth and closeness making his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t control. Every careful movement down his manhood, every teasing pause on his now mushroomed tip, sent shivers down his spine, a rush of sensation that made his thoughts fragment into nothing but the moment.
His hands threaded through her hair, gentle yet commanding, guiding her, coaxing her into a consistent rhythm.
“Just…like that,” he murmured, voice ragged, unable to contain the rush of pleasure coursing through him.
As Mantis continued to give Loki head, she put her face down and her ass upward. Giving Loki an opportunity to do exactly what he wanted. With a snap of his finger, a clone of him appears behind Mantis and gently grabs her hips. Mantis was shocked, lifting her head and seeing another Loki behind her.
“Keep going please,” Loki says, gently guiding her mouth back on his cock. As the clone began to slip it into her pussy for a second round.
As she was sucking off her main Loki, she leaned forward, hands braced against the abs of Loki, feeling the steady thrusting of his clone behind her. The warmth of his body, the hard rhythm of his movements, and the way he followed her every subtle shift made her pulse quicken.
Combine that with Loki’s cock poking the back of her throat, it was euphoric. All of their breathing intertwined, a shared cadence that made the room feel more intimate. She laughed softly between gasps of air, and he mirrored it with a low, amused murmur, their eyes meeting briefly in a spark of connection before they returned to the silent language of rough sex.
“I’m going to cum,” The main Loki announced, continuing to buck his hips in her mouth, until the last Loki gave a hard thrust! Making his cock slip out and spray her face with ropes of his pearly white seed!
“Sorry,” The clone says, dumping another layer of cum into her pussy for the second time before disappearing.
Mantis, now even hotter and twitching more than before, began to play with her clit as she tasted the cum dripping down her face. Making Loki smile and even though she was messy, Loki still gave her a kiss.
“How do I feel now, Empath?”
Mantis smiled, “Satisfied.”