Plotless Loki porn. I’m not sorry. it wouldn’t be so shitty if it wasn’t so late and if I actually gave a fuck about anything but my new submissive Loki fixation

“You’re going to suffer for thi— ohh, yess…” Loki keens into your shoulder as you drag the tip of your riding crop down his inner thigh. You give him a few soft taps, with just enough of a sting to make the god hiss through his teeth. Before the pain can fade, your hand finds his aching cock and your fingers dance lightly down his length. He struggles against his bonds, but your deftly-tied knots hold his wrists fast to the headboard.

“You like this, don’t you?” you whisper, lips ghosting over his ear.

“Don’t stop,” he pants. “More.” Your hand closes around his cock and he groans, bucking upward into your touch. You frown.

“Did I give you permission to fuck my hand, slave?" The crop comes down sharply on his thigh with a crack. Loki cries out in a mix of pain and pleasure, but his hips still.

"N-no, Mistress. Forgive me. Please."

"That’s better.” You begin to pleasure him again, with a warning glare when he squirms beneath your touch.

“Please— oh yes— please!” he begs, his cries catching in his throat. You bend down and sink your teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. Loki pants, fighting to obey your orders and keep still. His cock throbs in your hand as you stroke him slowly, tortuously, teasing him into madness.

“You want me to ride you, don’t you?” you purr in his ear.

“Yes, fuck me, I’ll do anything—"

"Anything?” You mount him, but keep your pussy just out of reach of his begging cock.

“Anything!” he cries, desperate.

“Tell me.”

“By all the gods above and below, I’ll take over Asgard, make you my queen, draw down the stars and set them as a crown upon your brow—” he babbles. Before he can continue, you sink down onto him. His eyes roll back in his head and pure animal sounds of lust spill from his mouth. You trace his jaw with your crop and tighten your inner muscles around him.

“Mistress!” he cries. “Oh yes, oh Mistress, please, fuck your slave…”

You set an agonizing pace, riding your slave like a show pony. Loki’s moans fuel the fire raging in your cunt. His cock, rock-hard and pulsing within you, fills you to overflowing. Every slow, deliberate stroke brings you both that much closer to the edge. Once or twice, he gets a little too close to orgasm, but a few well-placed smacks of your crop remind him of his place.

When you tire of the tease, when you’re ready for your slave to fuck you within an inch of your life, you untie his wrists with nimble fingers and bring his hands to your hips.

“Make your mistress scream, slave,” you hiss. Loki’s eyes narrow and he digs his fingers into your hips. He slams his cock home, harder and faster and almost vengeful. You cry out when he finds the most sensitive spot within you. He adjusts accordingly to hit it with each thrust. As you draw closer and closer to your release, he slips a hand between you and his thumb finds your clit.

“Oh yes! Fuck— Loki!” You come undone in his arms, panting and mewling and gasping like a harlot, bringing the god to the very edge of his own orgasm.

“Mistress— Please—” he begs through gritted teeth.

“Cum for your mistress, Loki,” you breathe. “Cum for me.”

His fingers bite into your hips hard enough to bruise and he pounds into you once, twice, three more times before his entire body tenses and he spills his cum deep inside you. The god growls deep in his chest, a low rumble that builds to a long, pleasured shout.

You kiss your beloved slave tenderly, nuzzling into his neck with a sigh. A small contented smile finds its place on his lips.

“Loki, my love?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Who exactly did you say was made to be ruled?”