Personal Narrative Fiction

Words: 1295
Pages: 6

You hesitated. Of course, it wasn’t what you desired. Your sense of responsibility was being eroded by this little trickster and you knew it. You shook your head slowly at him. Perhaps if you worked extra hard tonight you’d be able to indulge just this once.
The trickster’s devious expression returned, “What is it? Use your words, dear.” His thumbs had returned to rubbing circles in your thighs and it was distracting you greatly.
“You’re such a bad influence on me.” You teased him, as you ran your fingers along the side of his neck.
He grinned at your comment, “Oh, I thought we already went over this? Isn’t that why you like me so much?” His eyes just twinkled with mischief. The expression really suited him, no wonder he was God of it. “Now
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I’m right here. Come for me.”
He paid special attention to your clit and brought you there, you tensed around him as your climax hit you, his name tumbling out of your mouth, along with your own pleas and sweet nonsense. You gasped and writhed until it finished washing over you, breathing heavily and going weak, collapsing into his arms.
Loki pulled you flush against him and cradled you there, pressing soft kisses to your hair, “Such a good girl. You’ve no idea how much I love to hear you cry my name like that…”
You were left completely spent, catching your breath against the trickster. He covered you with gentle, soothing caresses and you felt him lift you up and take you away. You only half-realized that he had lain you down on your bed, and slid in beside you to hold you in your hazed state. You curled up beside him and drifted off to sleep as he whispered soft praise to you.
When you awoke, Loki was gone. The empty and cold space in your bed brought you no happiness, but it wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. You sighed and sat up, stretching your arms. Across the room, on your work desk laid a paper that hadn’t been there before. You stood and crossed the room, picking up the mysterious paper in