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She nods her head as she clenches around me. “Please, yes.”
Five. She now has all five fingers and a cock inside her dripping wet pussy.
I move slowly in and out but soon realize that I can’t move very much this way. I need to improvise. Wrapping my hand around myself, I thrust my hips. Jerking myself off while inside her is a new state of bliss for both of us. Finally, I feel myself about to come.
“Ready, Min Myrkr Stjärna?”
“Please let me come, I need just a little more.”
I almost laugh, but she sounds so desperate, so needy. How could this beautiful creature be such a dirty slut?
She takes a deep breath, but before I let her exhale, I pull my hand out and push the dildo into her cunt. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she’s still holding her breath. I am now holding her friends inside of her, next to myself– her pleasure and pain forcing the air from her lungs in a desperate scream.
Nova cries in agony as I proceed to thrust as hard as I can. Forcing her pussy to make room for us results in the rough edges cutting sharply into both me and her. She lifts her head as another shriek emerges from her open mouth. I carefully move my hand from her thigh so I’m able to play with her clit. She’s screaming words, but I can’t make out what they are.
I growl and increase my speed as overwhelming pleasure takes over me. Bending over, I shove the two cocks in farther and bite down on one of her nipples, groaning in utter ecstasy into the chest it belongs to.
The pleasure and the pain make her push against me in all the ways that she can. Her body pulses around Kiyanna, Caleb, and my cock, forcing our release. I pull the toy and my dick out in one fluid motion, making her squirt all over my body. Our come and blood mix together, painting the chair, my face, the dildo, and my cock.
I lower my head down between her legs to taste everything. Her screams dampen to soft, panting moans as we both catch our breaths.
I suck on her one last time before standing up to take the image of her whole body in. Her limp body. Her eyes are closed, and her cunt is still dripping, pulsating, and now gaping. My dick’s sore, but it’s a worthwhile price to pay to see her in this unraveled state of mind.
“You’re mine now, baby girl,” I whisper to her as I stare down at her heaving chest, feeling my own rise and fall in tandem. “Whether you like it or not. You were such a Good Girl.” I spit into her gaping hole for good measure, drag my hand against her cunt, and then start to clean us up.
Min Stjärna
“Why do they call you Loki? And who are They?” Nova asks me.
“They are The Society. We are a group that worships the Old Norse Gods and Goddesses. We perform rituals and Blóts on every solstice. Every official member has a Society name– we honor the Gods and Goddesses by bestowing their names upon one another. Yes, we sacrifice people, and yes, we enjoy their sacrifice afterward. No, not all of them are willing. You were actually supposed to be kidnapped and held in order for a ritual, but instead, Ødger did what he did. Most of the kidnapped victims are to be glorified, almost like the goddesses. They are to be hand-fed, hand-washed, and so on. You were never supposed to be put into that situation, Nova. As soon as I found out that he did those things to you, and that you killed him, I had to find you. Thankfully, I was sent to watch over you, almost like an Angel of Death. Odin had me keep an eye on you, but I didn't know why.” I explain all of this while lying on her bed next to her. I keep some bigger details out of my explanation. For instance, how I’ve been feeding her bits and pieces of sacrifices since I met her. She isn't one hundred percent yet, and I don’t want to force her away from me now that I have her in my grip. I’ll tell her before too long, I just want to wait until she’s stable.
She still hasn’t been released yet, but we’re waiting on the nurse that’s on shift to discharge her. Afterwards, she will come to my studio where we’ll figure out our next moves. Her parents have been notified and called, but they don’t seem to be interested anymore. I’m pretty sure they gave up hope a few months ago. Both of them seemed happy that she’s better, but that's about it.
“Did you ever figure out why you were assigned to me?” She asks.
“Yeah, Uhm.. Tyr was Odin’s son. He didn’t want to let go of his son, so he kept you nearby the entire time. He wanted to savor you and keep you so he could keep his son’s happiest memories alive,” I tell her while playing with her hair. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just wanted to wait until he was gone for good.”
She shifts nervously, trying to wrap her mind around everything. I assume that after everything she’s been through, I sound quite strange saying those words. I can tell that she’s struggling with what Odin did to her and what he put her through. She looks around the room, thinking to herself, almost like she’s pulling herself back from the dead. Her cheeks turn a little more pink, her breaths even out, and her heart beats a little less ragged.
“That's a lot to unpack, but I completely understand why you didn’t say anything. I’m not mad. It just makes me love you even more. You kept me from the bad truth and the harshness of him. I will never stop loving you for that. You have been so much to me. I love you, Aleksandr.” Nova beams at me. She has the crane I gave her in her hands, stroking its wings over and over again.
She’s changed so much over the last few days– she seems more comfortable in her skin. She’s happy and smiling. There’s no freaking out and no nightmares after the heart incident. Just cuddles, honesty, deep conversations, and lots and lots of fucking.
“And I love you, Nova.”
She’s the one. My star. The storm in the seas when the waves crest over your ship. The sand beneath your feet and between each toe after weeks of sailing. She’s pitch black on a starless night. The darkness that helps a candle glow so brightly. She’s all of these things and more. Darkness and light. Happiness and sadness. Love and Lust. She caught me in her web of love, and I will never be able to untangle myself. Min Myrkr Stjärna.
My Star.
Epilogue
I gaze at my reflection in my vanity mirror. After searching unsuccessfully for mistakes or flaws in my hair and makeup, I uncross my ankles, standing to get dressed. I’m wearing a black satin robe with faux fur trim on the sleeves to ready myself for the evening’s events.
I’ve felt so different the last few months. Human and more comfortable with Loki than I ever have been with myself. He keeps me grounded, focused on the now and not the past. I don’t know what I would do without him. How I could move on from this.
I nonchalantly untie my robe and hang it on its hook, revealing the beauty underneath. The full-length mirror next to the vanity shows me exactly what Loki will be unwrapping tonight. The lingerie set has tiny bits of teal peeking out from within the black lace that highlights my pale skin and flatters my chest, stomach, and ass. The black garter pantyhose make my legs appear to be a mile long, and my black stiletto heels add to the effect. The pointed toes have metal spikes around the front edge, which will allow me to hurt anyone or anything I feel like with a mere kick of my foot.
I turn, unzipping the garment bag that patiently waits for me in the front of the closet. The black fabric greets me as I remove it completely. I unhook the thin hanger ribbons of the teal corset top from the first hanger and twist it up and around my waist to put it on like you would a belt. The thicker ribbons that cinch me in the front, give me little trouble as I fasten them securely and tie a bow that I know will become undone in a matter of hours.
