Unadulterated Smut with Uncle Loki
“Unadulterated Smut” Uncle Loki x Niece OC ~ Chapter 2
Just as Frigga had foreseen, Jane and Odin interrogated Grace; but instead of doing it in private like the teenager had hoped they did it over dinner. The normally calm or silent table was filled with raised voices and arguing. It was both funny and irritating for Grace; especially when they took turns ranting, not giving her a moment to herself. The only thing saving Grace was Loki’s presence; even if he only joined them at his mother’s request.
The teen glanced over to her uncle, who was smirking as Odin hurled another questions at him.
“What would make you want to be Grace’s teacher?”
“Well, restricted magic was a term of my release. This way I get to do as I please; and I can blame it on her should something go wrong.” He said with a smart-alecky grin. Frigga sighed softly at her son and Jane turned to her daughter.
“What could possibly make you want him for a teacher?” she asked. Finally! Instead of asking if she was sure, or crazy, or bewitched, someone actually asked a good question; and Grace knew just how to spin her answer to suit her best.
“Well, originally I wanted grandmother to be my teacher, but she said you wouldn’t approve.” Grace explained in an innocent tone; knowing full well that it would turn Odin against Jane.
“Is this true?” the silver haired king asked his wife.
“My last attempt to teach Grace was done in secret when she was younger, and even then I had issues keeping up with her...” Frigga trailed off, not entirely sure if she wanted to continue.
“-which resulted in several walls of our house on Earth being turned to rubble...” Grace finished with a shrug. She noticed a small smirk pull at the edge of Loki’s lips as he took another bite of his food. Odin’s eyes flashed to Grace, who offered her grandfather a lop-sided smile. “It was an accident...” she added quickly, but could tell it did little good; Odin remained unsure about his decision to let Loki teach her, and Jane was absolutely against it... Grace glanced to her father.
Thor had retreated to the other end of the table and busied himself by talking to the boisterous Warriors Three, Sif had also joined in the warriors conversation because it was better than the alternative; but now that he sensed a growing tension, he moved back to calm the arguing storm that was his family.
“Jane, Loki has caused much trouble in his life, as has Grace, but-,”
“Wait, you’re actually okay with this?” Jane asked Thor. The Midgardian woman never tried to hide her distaste for Loki, which only tended to egg the raven haired prince on more.
“If mother could not keep up with her powers when they were only starting to blossom, then it would be even more difficult for her now. She doesn’t need the stress or strain of chasing a rowdy teenager around all day.” He said the second part while grinning at Grace, who returned his affection by playfully sticking her tongue out.
“Grace!” Jane harshly whispered.
“My lady, if I may...” Hogun started, looking at Jane. Grace knew this could turn out very good, or very bad for her. Hogun was the voice of reason for The Warriors Three; and he could turn a phrase to change someone’s mind... The teen only hoped he was on her side. “I think if Grace had a teacher she wanted, then it would be less likely that she would grow bored and try anything... mischievous... As the Queen has stated, she cannot keep up with her, so... perhaps Loki would be the only other option...” Loki raised a brow. Was one of The Warriors Three actually standing up for hi – “Of course, if it would ease your anxiety, then we will keep an eye on him during the lessons...” Nope. The Warriors Three just wanted the arguing to end. A calm smile settled over Jane’s features.
“Thank you, Hogun,” the Midgardian woman said, “that would be wonderful...”
Grace wasn’t entirely sure how she felt having The Warriors Three watching over her training session. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them; in fact, they were on a very small list of people the teen trusted. She had known them since she was young, being they were Thor’s closest friends and allies, and they adored her; even when she started acting out, but that didn’t mean she wanted them hanging around to watch her try and fail over and over again... Plus... if they were around she wouldn’t be able to play with Loki the way she wanted to.... Grace looked over her shoulder. They were training at the other end of the large, open field, but every time she turned around to focus on what Loki was doing or saying, she could feel three sets of eyes lingering on them.
“Grace... Grace!” Loki called her name several times, but she was too preoccupied to pay him any mind. An irritated growl built in Loki’s throat and he flicked his wrist; using his telekinesis to turn her head around and drag her closer to him. “Pay them no heed.” He said through a clenched jaw before turning his attention to the other three, who quickly busied themselves once they realised Loki was watching. “Stay here.” He ordered Grace.
Loki walked over to where The Warriors Three were training, his arms crossed and an unimpressed look on his face. The three stopped and lowered their weapons when they noticed Loki’s approach.
“You need to leave.” The raven haired prince growled.
“I’m sorry, but we’re here on the orders of Thor.” A large grin pulled at Volstagg’s lips. “We’re not going anywhere.” Loki raised a brow at the red-haired man.
“Then you can be the one to tell her that her lessons are cancelled.” With that Loki walked over to an old wooden seat by the edge of the field and sat down.
“Wait, what?” Fandral asked, following behind the irritated prince. “You would cut off her lessons, just because you don’t want us around?” he caught up with Loki and lifted his thin sword to his chest when the raven haired man didn’t respond, “you truly are heartless.”
“I am not the one who is bothered by your presence. The little Princess over there is too nervous to do anything while a group of high ranking soldiers are around to watch her fail.” He paused, allowing the three to take in his words, “So, I shall repeat myself. You can be the one to tell her that her lessons are cancelled because you refuse to leave.” The three warriors looked amongst themselves, and this time Hogun stepped forward.
“We cannot leave; we’re here at the request of Thor and Odin...” Loki raised a brow. Was the olive-skinned man implying what Loki thought he was? “We will stay here.” That was all he needed to be sure.
“Very well then; we will be in the smaller training field through the trees to the east...” Loki stated before returning to Grace, who was giving him a very confused look. When he reached her, he began to lead her through an unused but still visible path amongst the trees and bushes.
“Are you sure it’s okay to let him take her on his own?” Volstagg asked his companions.
“To be honest... After what happened when she was a child... No... But I think we all fear her retaliation more than we fear Thor’s...” Hogun said with a sigh,
“-and what about Odin’s retaliation?” Fandral asked. “The King can see reason... much of the time Grace chooses to ignore reason in favour of revenge...” The black haired warrior replied.
Grace admired the forest as they walked along the pathway. It was passed the early morning light, so the forest floor was covered in filtered green and yellow light instead of darkness. It was peaceful... Grace’s blue eyes moved over the flowering shrubs and plants with intrigue. They seemed different than the other plants she had seen in Asgard; they were certainly more mysterious and magical than the ones that surrounded the palace... Grace stopped at one particularly beautiful white blossom. It sat in a beam of golden light, atop a thick, deep green stalk with large, bell shaped petals that were speckled with indigo near the end, and between the large petals sat three, perfectly curved orange stamen. The scent coming from it was like nothing she had ever experienced before, so captivatingly sweet, yet delicate and fresh at the same time... Grace slowly leaned closer to the flower and reached her hand forward; but she was stopped when Loki quickly grabbed her hand, barely a centimetre away from the petal.
“That particular flower is known as The Siren. It may look harmless, but has a highly effective paralytic coating its petals. One touch and you’ll be paralysed for hours...” Grace tore her eyes away from the flower and pulled her hand back.
“Is that all it does?” she asked with furrowed brows.
“What makes you think it would do anything else?”
“Well... because Siren’s are known for luring men to their deaths, not to a temporary state of paralysis.” A small smirk pulled at Loki’s lips.
“That, my dear,” he glanced to the solitary flower before returning his gaze to her, “is a carnivore. While the animal or insect is paralysed, the flower releases acid to dissolve whatever is touching it, and then, when the animal is lying in a puddled heap on the ground, it absorbs the nutrients through its roots.” Grace’s mouth fell open,
“Wow...” she breathed. Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“Come, we’re already running late; I don’t want to waste any more time around here than is necessary...” he grumbled while continuing on the path. “Don’t touch anything else.” He growled over his shoulder.
“Nothing else?” she asked with an amused tone while trotting to catch up to her uncle. “Are you sure?” she swiftly spun around to walk backwards in front of him and slowed her pace down so her chest bushed against his. Suddenly something – probably a tree root – hit Grace’s heel and sent her flying backwards; Loki quickly snatched her waist, and held her mere inches from the ground.
“You should watch where you’re going.” He pulled her closer for a moment, enjoying the warmth and soft feel of her skin, but quickly dropped her on her arse, quashing his need to be closer to her. A sharp yelp left Grace’s lips as she hit the ground, and she grumbled and murmured obscenities to herself as she stood and followed behind her uncle.
It took another ten minutes of fast walking for the two to arrive at the small training field, and straight away they started the lesson.
“What did you manage to learn before your lessons were cancelled?” Loki asked, hoping to finally get a response to a question he had asked nearly a dozen times.
“Energy - - something...”
“Yeah, that,” Loki supressed a sigh. It was going to require all of his patience to teach her...
“Show me.” Grace’s eyebrows raised, and immediately Loki knew what she was thinking. He should have known better than to say something like that... “Do you want to learn, or not?” the teenager pondered his words for a moment,
“If I’m good for the whole lesson, will I get a reward?” she asked with a small smirk while running her hands over her hips. Damn it. Loki closed his eyes for a second, and immediately the images of Grace reclining on a flourbag after an intense orgasm entered his mind. He opened his eyes and silently cursed her.
“If it will make you behave-,”
“I’ll be a good girl, I swear...” she ran her tongue along her lower lip and spread the excess saliva across with her fingertip. Loki had promised himself that he would not give in to her... but, even with such a simple gesture, Loki could feel himself losing his control. He stepped closer to Grace, and placed his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up,
“I will make sure you are a good girl,” he said, fighting the voice in his mind telling him to lean down and take her. Grace lent into his touch, causing him to pull away. “Now show me how you focus your energy.” He ordered, moving away from her.
Grace pouted and held her hands at chest level as her grandmothers words echoed in her head. ‘Feel the energy in your mind and body, if flows through you, just like blood... Now, force the energy to move to your hands, let it store there... Now force the two energies together!’ Grace quickly opened her eyes, expecting to see a glowing orb hovering between her hands; but instead she saw nothing...
“Well, that was uneventful.” Loki said, trying to hide his smirk. Grace’s brows furrowed and her face contorted into a deep scowl with a deathly glare. The raven haired man sighed and crossed his arms. “Try again.” The tone he used made it sound like she should have known that, but she pushed her growing aggravation away and tried again. She tried again... and again.... and again... A total of Six times she tried to focus her energy into the palm of her hand; and all six times she failed. By the seventh failure, Grace was out of breath and had expelled almost half of her energy.
Loki could tell something was wrong the first time she failed; the amount of energy required to turn a wall to rubble exceeded the small trickles he was sensing within her... He probably should have stepped in sooner, but the sight of her growing increasingly frustrated was far too amusing. Grace took a deep breath and tried again for the eighth time,
“Wait, enough...” he interrupted her and quickly moved forward, taking her hand once she was in reach. With that single touch, he instantly knew what was wrong. “I’m surprised no one has noticed until now... Though, you haven’t gone around making your magical presence known...” he murmured to himself before clearing his throat and looking her in the eye. “Your energy has been stagnant for too long...” Grace looked blankly at the raven haired man.
“What does that mean...?” She was almost too scared of the answer to ask, but she had to know...
“It means you will be unable to conduct and control the energy needed for magic.” He explained while placing his other hand over hers. “You haven’t lost your powers... but... the energy is out of your reach...”
“W-What...? Are you saying I can’t learn magic...?” Grace stuttered as tears of fear sprung to her eyes. Loki nodded. “N-No, you’re wrong.” She tried to fight against Loki’s hold, but he was far stronger than she was. “Let me go!”
“Let me go!” she wailed,
“You have lived for fifteen years without magic; you do not need it...”
“Yes I do...”
“Why?” he asked, taking hold of her shoulders and holding her still. “Why are you so damn desperate to learn?!”
“Because then they’ll stop looking at me like I’m a freak of nature...!” she screamed as more tears spilled down her cheeks. “I’ve wanted to learn since I was young, but even more so since I came here... I thought if I learned to fight, then they would accept me; but they didn’t... So I pushed to learn magic again... but now...” Grace shook her head and wiped newly fallen tears as she fell into Loki’s chest. So that was what this was about. This was why she continually tried to prove herself to people, and acted out when things didn’t go her way... ‘I’ve become accustomed to contempt and hatred...’ her words from days ago echoed through his head. Loki sighed.
“Stand up straight, like you were going to focus your energy.”
“Why?” she spat viciously, lifting her angry yet sorrow filled gaze to him.
“Because I’m going to try something...” Grace kept her eyes locked with his for a moment, before doing as he asked. Loki stepped behind her and took hold of her wrists gently.
“Focus...” he murmured softly as he passed his own energy through her, while also cycling hers through his body. He was hoping to use his own magic as a kick-starter for hers, and slowly he could feel it working. But the severe dangers weighed on his mind... It could leave her magic completely gone, and his irreversibly damaged; but he had to try, he couldn’t stand to see her cry because commoners didn’t accept her... He knew that feeling all too well.
Grace and Loki gasped as he finally managed to merge his power with hers, allowing the energy moving between their bodies to speed up considerably. It was a new sensation for both of them... They were connected; their heartbeats and breathing were synced and their different magical essences were intertwining. Loki could sense her potential, should she gain control of her powers of course; and Grace could feel his almost unmeasurable power surging through and all around her. Loki tensed, trying to pare back his own energy and leaving only hers cycling through her body, but it was harder than he thought it would be.
The teen opened her eyes, a vibrant mixture of green and blue surrounded the two of them, the longer she watched the more their separate energies mixed, becoming a bright turquoise colour - - but slowly the two colours began to separate once more; and when they did, Loki pulled her tighter to his chest.
“Focus on your own energy, and pull it away from mine...” he whispered gruffly into her ear. She wanted to do as he had said, but the closeness... the warmth... the feel of his power surging through her veins... She didn’t want it to end. “Grace, you have to pull away; if you don’t you will never be able to use magic...” Even knowing it could stop her learning magic she was still hesitant to part with him; that was until he leaned down and whispered to her again. “Do it for me, and I will give you anything you desire.” With that last push Grace forgot her uncertainty and focused on pulling her energy free from Loki’s.
White covered her vision and Grace felt her body go limp. Loki released her, not knowing her state of mind or body, and she fell to her knees. Loki himself was a little worse for wear as well. The separation had put a strain on both of them, and they were panting, tired and ready for a break.
Loki found his legs weak and slowly moved to sit down,
“When you’re ready, try again.” Loki huffed. Grace looked up to the clear blue sky, and soaked the warmth of the sun into her flawless skin. She then took a breath and stood on her shaky legs, ready to try again. “Don’t force too much energy to store; I have no interest in telling Thor that his daughter blew herself up...” Grace nodded and tried again, this time with a far more successful outcome. “Finally...” Loki said. The teen opened her eyes and watched the glowing ball of blue energy slowly spin between her hands. A happy, high-pitched squeal came from the brunette, and she moved towards Loki, but stopped in her tracks,
“Uh... how do I stop it?” she asked, holding her hands out.
“Stop forcing energy into your hands.” Again, his tone suggested she should have known that. Grace buried her desire to pout and focused on stopping the energy flowing to her hands. Slowly the orb began to dissolve, allowing her to pounce at Loki and wrap her arms around him,
“Thankyou!” she squealed, at a slightly lower frequency than before, and tightened her hold around her uncle. He chuckled and cautiously wrapped his arm around her,
“Congratulations... you’re officially back to the stage you were at when you first started.” He said with a grin. Grace pulled back and irritated pout covering her lips; but the irritation slipped away the longer she looked into Loki’s forest green orbs.
Gingerly Grace ran her fingertips over Loki’s cheek, sending a pleasurable tingle through the older man. His hands slipped to her waist and pulled her to sit higher on his lap. He was entering dangerous waters by not pushing her away... If he were in his right mind, he would have pushed her away... but simply put he wasn’t and he actually did quite the opposite; he allowed her to lean closer. She was so close that her lips were nearly on his. Just before she could close the small gap between them, he turned to one side, forcing her to kiss his cheek instead, not that it quelled or enraged his growing fire. That was until she took the opportunity to kiss along his jaw and gently nip at his earlobe. A shudder ran up his spine and he clung to her tighter.
“Well?” the teen whispered. A mix of confusion and curiosity crossed Loki’s features.
“You said you would give me what I wanted.” She replied while pulling away with a seductive smirk.
“Did I?” he asked. Shit. He’s hoped she would be too caught up in the moment to actually take in his words...
“Yes.” Grace shifted so she was straddling his lap. “You did.” The warmth radiating from between her legs was calling to him. When she pressed herself harder to him, it drove him completely mad. In one fell swoop Loki latched onto Grace’s neck and threw her onto the ground. He then forced her legs apart with his knees and comfortably nestled himself between them, using his chest to hold her down while also pinning her wrists to the ground with one hand. He could feel himself hardening quickly, being the first time he was truly on top of her, and not just towering over her, was thrilling.
Grace gasped and wriggled, trying to break the hold Loki had on her.
“You offer yourself to me too freely...” Loki pressed himself harder into Grace’s petite frame and bowed down to nip the tip of her clothed breast. “You think you could handle me?” he growled. The young girl was no longer sure if she could, the large bulge in his trousers was far bigger than she thought it would be, and she had never tried to take anything bigger than her fingers. “Well?!” he spat darkly. Grace couldn’t think straight. The presence of Loki between her legs was compelling her to continue. The teen’s hands found her uncle’s shirt front and she pulled him tighter against her body,
“K-Kiss me...” she whispered while gently wrapping her slender yet shapely legs around Loki’s waist. The slightly altered position made her want to moan. Instead of pressing his length into her front, he was almost perfectly aligned with her covered womanhood. Her legs pulled his hips against her own, and she felt his member twitch as it pressed into her dampening undergarments. A low groan left Loki’s lips. He was so hard that it hurt. He needed release; he needed her to make him release. “Kiss me.” She whined louder than before. That was all Loki could take; he leaned down and roughly seized her lips.
For a girl who acted as she did, she was completely inexperienced with kissing; but it didn’t bother Loki that much. Her lips were soft and gentle, a welcome change from the whores he was accustomed to, and all of which made up for her lack of experience. His tongue trailed over her lips and he alternated between nipping and sucking on her plump and probably bruising mouth. Grace’s hands tangled in Loki’s hair, dishevelling it slightly as she relaxed her muscles around him. The raven haired man took this opportunity to move his hand to her thigh, lifting it higher on his side while also rocking his hips forward to brush his member harder against her damp entrance. A gasp built in her throat, and she opened her mouth, trying to catch her now ragged breath. Loki saw his chance once more and quickly slipped his skilled tongue into Grace’s mouth. With the sudden intrusion, she tried to pull away, but found that she couldn’t move; the grass covered earth stopped her from moving back, and Loki held her in place in every other direction. This is what she wanted, this is what he needed; he wasn’t going to cut it short because she was all of a sudden timid.
However, it wasn’t Grace’s uncertainty or inexperience that stopped them; it was Loki’s insatiable need that forced him, albeit unwillingly, to push away from her.
“Fuck...” he groaned while pulling back into a sitting position and eyeing his erection. The maids wouldn’t be able to state him this time; nor would the whores at the brothel...
“Loki...” Grace whispered. Loki looked up and was shocked to see her kneeling between his legs, glancing at his hardened cock, before her fingers trailed up his clothed length. Loki tried to stop the low growl that formed in his throat, but it did little good. “I can hide my arousal...” she whispered. Slowly rubbing her womanhood through her pants, “but I don’t think you’d get too far without someone noticing...” she sounded nervous and unsure, but continued, “let me relieve you...”
“I’m not going to have sex with you-,”
“I wasn’t implying that.” In one swift move Grace slipped her hand into Loki’s pants and took hold of his impressive length. The raven haired prince moaned and fell back to lean on his elbows. “I just want to see it... I want to feel you as you release... please.” She gave his manhood a gentle squeeze and pump, finally swaying Loki to unbutton his pants and pull his throbbing dick free.
Grace’s eyes widened as she took in Loki’s size. He not only had length, but girth as well... She ran her forefinger from the base to the tip before tentatively taking hold,
“Midgardian’s tend to be built smaller than most of the other races in the Nine-realms.” He stated, answering her unspoken question; but it didn’t help Grace’s state of shock. There was no way she would ever be able to take something that size... and yet... she still wanted him to fill her. “If you don’t start using your hand, I will force myself into your mouth.” Loki said, desperate need filling his tone. Her mind returned to her body and she slowly began to pump his twitching manhood. Immediately Loki groaned and bucked his hips in time with her hand. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut and imagined the young girl moaning in pleasure beneath his thrusts - - his eyes snapped open, missing the wet warmth a mouth or pussy could offer... Oh well, her hand would have to suffice. He would have taken her mouth, but was too far... If he claimed her mouth, he was almost certain he would take her untouched and tight cunt as well.
A clear liquid slowly spilled from the tip of his manhood. Grace moved closer and ran her tongue along the tip, wanting to taste the small amount of pre-cum he was offering her. The brunette made sure to press right where the slitted hole was before she gently kissed the tip. It wasn’t the best thing she’d ever tasted, but certainly not the worst. When she pulled back, Loki groaned loudly and tried to thrust forward into her mouth. Grace tightened her hold on his length, silently scolding him for his impatience; but she still gave into what he wanted. Well, partially. Grace’s hand movement doubled in speed and she took the tip and only the tip, into her mouth.
She was going to drive him insane.
“Damn it - - take more,” he tangled his hand in her hair and forced her slightly deeper. However, he pushed her too far, and she had to retract before she choked on his length. “Breathe through your nose.” Loki pushed his hips forward once more, allowing Grace a little time to get used to his presence within her mouth. Once she was able to competently suck and move on him slowly, he began to pick up the pace and depth. Grace’s hands moved to gingerly cup and massage his balls, eliciting a cross between a growl and a moan from the raven haired man, while also stimulating and prodding her own neglected arousal. “Ah, Grace-,” He bucked into her mouth wildly, his eyes never leaving hers. That was until she closed her eyes and moaned on his member, sending a pleasure filled vibration through his entire body. She moaned once more and nearly gaged as she said his name while trying to take more of him into her mouth; but it wasn’t necessary. Loki could feel himself on the edge, so he pulled away and forces her hand faster on his cock. She barely managed two quick pumps before his hot, sticky semen sprayed over her face and hair. He groaned her name loudly, probably loud enough for The Warriors Three to hear; but he didn’t care. He was too caught up in Grace as she slowly cleaned his seed from her lips and chin to care about getting caught. Loki would have loved to see her lap up the rest of his come, but he could tell that the taste was slowly wearing on her, and so, with a flick of his wrist, he made the white liquid on her hair and other areas disappear.
Once Grace was clean she reached back down between her legs, knowing the heat emanating from her nether regions was not normal and wouldn’t go away on her own... Not only was her underwear wet, but it had soaked through to her pants. She really should have expected it... The vision of Loki coming all over her was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced...
“I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet...” Grace mused aloud with a small smirk. Loki glanced down at his niece. Her cheeks were flushed and she pressed her legs together, trying to increase the friction. The raven haired man sighed,
“You’ll have to wait until you get to your room to- -,” Loki stopped abruptly as he saw the young girl slowly undressing. First her shirt and pants, then bra, then... Loki closed his eyes and looked away, afraid that he would mount her and force his way into her tight cunt. His fears only increased when Grace grabbed his hand and forced it between her legs. Loki wanted to pull away, he truly did; but the silky feeling of her perfect lower lips was too enticing. His green eyes opened and took in her innocent, yet alluring form; her rounded breasts, slender waist, curved hips... all of which was covered by her flawless ivory skin. He had to hear her moan. He had to make her moan. He curled a finger upwards, allowing half of the digit to disappear within it.
“Ah-! Loki,” she moaned while rocking her hips against his hand. She bit her lower lip as Loki forced his finger deeper into her tight folds. Grace latched onto Loki’s shirt and she rested her head against him, “Y-Yes!” He used his thumb to circle her clit. Grace’s hips bucked uncontrollably against Loki’s hand, needing and wanting more. A gasp escaped her throat as Loki finally found the strength to pull away.
A wanton whimper left her lips, unsure why he pulled away.
“Please! Don’t stop!” Loki shook his head and gingerly ran his damp finger over her lips. Hesitantly Grace parted her lips and ran her tongue along his digit, tasting her own juices. It wasn’t something she would usually do, but the deep hunger in Loki’s eyes kept her going. After a short moment the raven haired prince retracted his hand before he took his entire finger in his mouth and closed his eyes, lapping up the taste of her. It was a taste he knew he shouldn’t know, a taste that was forbidden and taboo, a taste he wanted to know over and over again. He opened his eyes once more and lowered his hand.
“Put your clothes on.”
“Put your clothes on.”
“T-That’s not fair!” Grace growled.
“Life rarely is.”
“You don’t want me... Do you?” she asked; hurt shining in her blue eyes. “You’re just like everyone else. You use me till you’ve had your fill, and I get nothing in return...” Tears of anger began to swell in her eyes.
“Oh, fucking hell Grace...” Loki muttered before pulling her into a cautiously tight hug. It wasn’t sexual, though the feel of her silky skin beneath Loki’s hands was wonderful. She was a hormonal teenage girl who wanted nothing more than his love... Using her the way he did and then pushing her away was a stupid, selfish thing to do... “Grace...” he slowly pulled the teenager away from his chest. He tucked a strand of honey-brown hair behind her ears and wiped away the newly fallen tears. “You have no idea how much I want to bend you over and fuck you, to fill every hole you have with everything I have...” he ran his hand through her hair and forced her eyes to focus on him, “but I can’t...”
“Why?” she croaked. “You have no issue giving yourself to all those other whores. Why can’t I have you...?”
“You are a child-,”
“No I’m not!” she insisted, trying to pull herself to his chest.
“Grace!” he growled darkly. “I have already done too much with you...” he pushed her away and stood, “I will continue to teach you, but I will never touch you like that again; nor will you ever see me like this again.” Loki zipped his pants and tried to walk away, but Grace grabbed onto his arm and held him still.
“I’m not a child... and I’m not going to stop...” she tightened her hold on Loki, “I know you want me... and I’ve never felt so strongly about anything like this before... So, I’ll keep trying, pushing and playing with you until you go completely mad with lust and just take me.” With that she dressed and moved back into the path through the trees. Loki noticed her black lace underwear still sitting on the ground. He was ashamed to do it, but he picked up the soft and slightly damp undergarments and shoved them into his pocket – a last keepsake that would sustain his lust for at least a little while – before following behind her.