Imagine Loki has been banished to live alone in a forest for five hundred years for crimes committed on Asgard. This isn’t just any forest he’s been banished to, however, it’s yours. One you claimed long ago and he’s come ‘uninvited.’ You try to make him leave with a series of misfortunes as he tries to set up residence, but he doesn’t get the hint. Angered by his endless persistence, you begin observing him, managing the mysterious ability to do so without him being aware. Or so you thought….
Wait… does he shower beneath the waterfall? Now there’s a thought… I’d love to observe that.
And now I have that image in my mind…
He takes his armor off slowly, meticulously stacking it over a boulder to keep it dry. Then he pulls the tunic over, revealing a musculature so defined that it takes your breath away. He looks like a carved marble statue and you want to run your fingers over each of his sinews.
And when he removes the lower part of his clothing, you gasp in awe. Your mouth waters and you feel your body react in a wanton manner. He tilts his head slightly, as if he heard you. You keep quiet as a mouse then, not wanting to attract his attention and be discovered in the process. That would put an end to your ogling!
Then he steps into the waterfall, the water cascading down his lithe but powerful form, caressing the muscles you want to lick and suck and hold. You suddenly feel so jealous of the water!
He washes his hair with a bunch of mashed herbs he had collected earlier. You know these herbs and hence, you know how enchanting his hair would smell now. It adds another layer to your frustration.
Who was this man? Why was he here? Was he sent here for the sole purpose of tormenting you?
Your mind races with these questions as you watch him wash himself.
And then… he focuses on the gift that hangs between his legs. His hand grabs it and washes it thoroughly. But it doesn’t stop there. He keeps running his long, elegant fingers over his length, with a deliberate tugging action that speaks of desire.
His eyes flutter close and his mouth opens in a groan. You know what he is doing… a cure for meeting one’s desire in loneliness. Oh but he doesn’t know that he isn’t alone. You are right here, the rightful owner of this forest he was roaming so freely.
You wonder if you have the rights to him as well, now that he is in the forest itself. Perhaps you ought to stake a claim…
He keeps pleasuring himself slowly, thrusting into his own hand, his closed eyes perhaps imagining something more colourful than his present surroundings. It was too much to bear…
So you take a risk and step into the water’s spray, sparsely dressed yourself. And in a bold move, you make a grab for that treasure between his legs.
His eyes snap open the moment you grasp the silken length. They are the same verdant green of your forest.
“I own the forest you have lain claim to so audaciously,” you say, your voice trembling slightly as you boldly rub and down his hardness.
“So are you laying a claim on me now?” he asks, his voice rich and gravelly, smooth and rough, all at the same time. It’s the most alluring voice you’ve ever heard.
He doesn’t stop you as you step closer and squeeze his head, quite overtly enjoying your attentions.
“Perhaps I am. Are you going to challenge me?”
Your pleasuring hands bring him to climax. He spurts his seed and grunts, thrusting into your hold till it all spills out. But surprisingly, he doesn’t soften…
And then, in a sudden move, he grabs you and pins you to the inner walls of the waterfall. You gasp in surprise, but it gets muffled by his descending mouth on yours.
He breaks the kiss just as he lifts your leg up to line his arousal to your wet and throbbing flesh.
“Or maybe,” he says, thrusting into you till he buries himself fully, “it’s too late to lay a claim on me, for you’re mine now.”
You can only moan in approval as he takes you with nearly endless passion, putting an end to your quest for ownership.
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