A Shot in the Dark
Samantha rushed quickly through the corridors of the Asgardian palace, desperately trying to return to her master, Loki, in record timing for fear of a beating from His Evilness. She was out of breath by the time she arrived back with a basin and pitcher of water for his majesty. She set the items down on the side table and waited for her master to turn over on his bed.
Loki captured Samantha when he was on Midgard trying to conquer the planet but when he failed, he just could not part with her. There was something about the mortal that drew him in. Her deep hazel eyes change colors with her mood. Brown for when she is happy or anxious; and green for when she is sad, upset or worried. Loki liked that about her. He admired her spirit and will to stay alive even though her life as a slave was not worth much.
Loki turns over to find Samantha standing at his bedside, ready for duty. “What do you want?” He asks in a slimy voice. The human girl does not speak, too frightened. “I asked you a question!”
“I’m just here to clean your wounds,” she answers sheepishly; the mortal gestures to the pitcher and basin. Loki had accumulated many injuries during his time on Earth, some of them being scratches and burns to his face and hands.
“Very well, then,” he says nastily, holding out his hand. He was especially irked today since he had another dream where his ex-brother and his ensemble of peasants defeated him.
Samantha quietly and carefully wipes at a laceration on Loki’s left hand as she thinks about her life on Earth. She was a student and could never live up to her father’s expectations, no matter how hard she tried. She did not miss that. But she missed the warm sun on her skin, the feeling of being human. Now Samantha feels lower than human—she’s a slave. But she does not really mind Loki. She actually somewhat looks up to him.
“There,” Samantha says, “Finished.” She stands and puts the wet cloth in the water basin and goes to take care of it.
“Wait,” Loki says, grabbing her arm. “Wait,” he whispers. He has felt lonely, and has not felt the warmth of a woman in ages. A thought pops into his head. He knows that Samantha finds him attractive. Why not take advantage of the situation before he is publically crucified by his father?
“Is there something you need?” Samantha asks. She blinks at the demi-god.
“Yes, yes, in fact, there is.” He stands up and towers over the young mortal. He comes in close, breathing in her scent and caresses her cheek. “I want you,” he says almost in an inaudible voice.
Samantha almost speaks but she stops herself, fearing her master. She know he is not really as terrible as everyone thinks. She sees the good in him. Take a moment, the human knows she must do what Loki says, but she cannot help fight the feeling she wants him to. She takes a deep breath and exhales. She reaches her hand out and barely touches his cheek with her fingertips. Loki moves his head and places his lips on her fingers, kissing them softly. He then opens his mouth, letting the appendages slide into his mouth and he begins to slowly suck on them. Samantha’s eyes grow misty from the intimacy.
Loki then forcefully picks Samantha up and throws her down on his bed. With both hands, he unties her corset vest, throwing it to the ground. He leans down and begins leaving kisses all over her neck and chest. Loki then grabs the neckline of her dress, and using his brute strength, rips the clothing item right down the middle, revealing her supple breasts. Samantha gasps in shock and horror.
“Oh, please, don’t look at me like that,” Loki snaps. “I can always get you a new dress.” He ignores her and continues his rampage of smooches down her body.
Samantha throws her head back against the mattress and grips the blanket for support. It feels so wrong, but oh, so right. She knows she should not let him do this but she wants him to. It’s as if she has an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other telling her what to do. Well, she’s going for with the devil. She sits up, grabbing Loki by the hair and kisses him passionately. Her tongue prods Loki’s excessively. “Give it to me, Loki,” she says seductively when she releases.
“Oh, I will,” he says lowly, licking his lips. He strips off his clothes, showing off his magnificent snow-white body. His strong pecks and abs are beaded with sweat. His blood is pumping as he stares at Samantha, wanting to be inside her. He thinks about entering her and letting loose all his rage toward her but he decides to take a different approach.
Loki pulls off Samantha’s leggings and panties and drops to his knees and spreads Samantha’s legs. He slides his long, smooth, pale fingers into her heat and slowly massages her clitoris with his tongue, taking his time to get comfortable. Samantha moans in satisfaction, gripping the fur blanket tighter. In and out his fingers move, getting faster and faster.
“Oh, Loki,” Samantha whispers as she closes her eyes. She lifts her chin, mouth gaping open as a delicious pressure begins to form inside her head. She begins to feel lighter, like she’s surrounded by tiny clouds.
The demi-god grows erect at the responses coming from his current sexual partner. He begins to touch himself. He grips he length and starts slowly moving his hand away and then back toward his body. He grunts and groans pleasurably. Loki closes his eyes and his other senses become heightened. He hears the fire cracking away to his right. He feels the softness of the inside of Samantha. He tastes her sweet juices. He smells the sweat coming from the two of them. It turns him on so.
Samantha’s hips begin to swerve as she reaches her climax. Her hips move up and down, faster and faster. “Oh, God, Loki, please keep going,” she whines, squeezing her eyes shut. Her shaky hands tousle Loki’s midnight locks.
Loki does not say anything as he reaches orgasm. Just low grunts and moans release from him. He is growing tired and distressed but he keeps going because it feels so wonderful. He keeps going for Samantha. He lets out his load and then continues to pleasure his slave.
“Are you enjoying this?” Loki asks, smirking.
“Yes, Loki,” she whispers, exasperated.
Samantha’s toes curl and her back arches. Her knees bend back up, putting her feet on the bed. Her breathing becomes shallow, almost as if she was hyperventilating, letting out little yelps. She lies there, frozen for a few minutes and Loki sits back, watching the show.
When Samantha’s breathing has returned to normal, she sits up, leaning back on her hands. She looks at Loki with a half-smile. They sit there in silence, observing each other. Loki stares, realizing how beautiful Samantha is. Her long, curly brunette hair flows down to her waist and her voluptuous lips are so tempting.
Finally, Loki stands picks up the fur blanket, gesturing for Samantha to lie in bed with him. Their naked bodies spoon against each other, creating a bubble of warmth. Loki nestles his face in Samantha’s long locks and begins to quietly cry.
When Samantha hears her master’s sobs, she twists to face him. “What’s wrong, Loki?”
His blurry green eyes look at her, studying her face. “I should be king,” he whimpers.
“Shh,” Samantha comforts, placing her hand on Loki’s cheek, wiping away a tear with her thumb. “Don’t think about that right now. Maybe you will be king someday. It’s just not your place right now. Shh.”
He processes her words, considering them. Normally, he would lash out at a slave for saying such things. But Samantha was more than a slave now. She was something special. He thinks about his next phrasing. “Thank you, Samantha,” he says. That was the first time he had ever said her name out loud.
NotesSorry this took so long! I had the flu for a week and was so weak I couldn't even write! But here we are. Loki and his slave Samantha. Hope you enjoy it! And don't forget to check out the new A Shot in the Dark soundtrack in the summary! It's full of some popular and super sexy songs. ;)
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