Over the course of the next several weeks, Loki and Baylee enthusiastically lunged at every opportunity to be together. Night after night, she bounced off to her bedchamber only to creep into his bed after the castle slept. They routinely rode out most afternoons in separate directions only to meet and conjure love to the rhythm of the raging falls. As their passion intensified, so did Loki's vigor. Slowly and with care, he increased potency and now he took her to the hilt with little restraint in his thrusts.

Creamy from recent climax and coming down from a sexual high, Baylee unintentionally squirmed from Loki's punishing wrath. Bent on his own climax and lost in a realm of carnality, Loki shoved her legs wider, restraining her wrists above her head to keep her body from fleeing, growling, "Take it, Baylee." His body trembling, pouring of sweat, unable to control the violence of his thrusts. Three deep-rooted impalements later, Baylee whined out, writhing against his milky flow.

Gripping her tiny wrists tighter, kissing her passionately, Loki heaved into her a few more times, making sure to expel every drop of male nectar in him. Finally, he sank to her side wrapping his arms around her. After her breathing normalized, she slung her feet over the bed, grunting painfully utilizing the bedpost to stand. Loki watched her, his gut churning.

When she returned from the bathroom, she smiled at him.

"Did I hurt you?"

Giggling, she pounced him, "Just like I like you too."

Loki did not laugh, instead he feathered his fingertips over her slightly bruised wrist, regret evident in his eyes. "Sometimes I forget that you are a weak, feeble mortal."

Baylee straddled him, running her hands over his thick chest wall. "You like that about me."

"I do…" Loki admitted. Now he understood why Thor preferred Jane over an Asgardian woman.

Nipping his bottom lip, she purred. "You fuck me perfect now, but there are some things that have been drifting in my head."

Loki cocked his eyebrows, reeking of debauchery. "And what do you have in mind?" She had already allowed him to do twisted things that his previous lovers fled from. No woman had ever salted his need like Baylee. Baylee fulfilled him in every way.

" I already informed you that Tiffany is fucking Fandral and Ashley is with Ari. Well now, they have sort of joined each other."

No longer amused, Loki asked, "You mean they are sharing?"

Baylee smiled. "Yes, Tiffany said it is sheer euphoria to be ate out while being fucked…"

Erratically, Loki wrenched Baylee by her jaws and slung her to his side. "You want me to share you?"

"I did not say that!" She hissed defiantly, but shut her mouth as he tightened the grip on her face. Come tomorrow her cheeks would bear his mark.

"Baylee, I swear on the gods I will fucking hurt you if you ever let anyone else touch what is mine. And I don't mean sexually either. I will beat your ass making you rue the day you ever met me!"

Baylee swallowed fearfully, tears brewing in her eyes. Loki had never in all her years threatened to physically assault her. For the first time in her life, she was terrified under his touch. Whimpering, she whispered. "I wont! I promise, Loki."

Loki released her face, using his knee to part her legs, eager to ejaculate the jealous rage boiling in his gut into the pit of her belly.

With out a hint of gentleness, Loki slammed into her core, burying himself, grinding painfully into her cervix. "Is this what you want? To be fucked like a whore?"

Yes, this was it! Closing her eyes, Baylee ignored him. If she cried out, he might stop. She knew he really did not want to hurt her.

"Answer me!" Loki demanded, still piercing her core, his hips rutting, bruising her, tormenting her.

Still Baylee remained silent, refusing to reflect the pain brewing in her abdomen.

Loki chuckled menacingly, drawing his hips back, cursing her as he did, only to ram back into her over and over with sledgehammer like blows, unrelenting, merciless.

Biting her lip, fingers digging into the mattress for support, Baylee gasped with each impact choking for air. Still she refused to cry out, desperate to conceal the agonizing pain. She felt as she was being ripped into, her tunneling quivering, throbbing as his cock like a steel whip mauled into her tender flesh.

"Answer me you little bitch!"

"YES!" she finally screamed, now not so sure she wanted this. It looked sexier on video.

Loki withdrew, flipped her over, and impaled her from behind, yanking her hair, snapping her neck back. Without a choice, Baylee flung erect into his chest, whining from the strain on her scalp and the splitting sensation of his cock mangling her cervix. She could feel him swelled to full extent, pulsating against her fleshy walls. It was angry as he was. Brutally groping a fistful of breast, he hissed against her ear, his warm breath tingling causing the hair on her neck to pike. "Remember the girl from the video being raped?"

Baylee whimpered out, yes.

Loki blew against her neck, keeping her impaled on his lance, fingering her clit. As her tunnel grew muggy, her muscles relaxed, easing some of the pain. The suffering inflicting her breast and womb forgotten, moaning, arching, forewarning climax. Loki tossed her forward as her body began to shake, halting her rapture. "Rape victims dont cum, Baylee."

She cried out with discontent, her womb clenching in despair, soon to be replaced with the once again agonizing torture of violent thrusts.

Slapping her hard on the ass, he drilled her deep, constant, unsparingly meant to conquer and prevail. Now she lamented, no longer aroused, her entire body excruciating. Her displeasure did not last long, soon his knee buckled, his body shivering, submerged deep inside her womb, spurting thick searing cream, burning her raw, brutalized inner flesh. She closed her eyes, feeling his cock pulsating, convulsing, deep within her belly.

Just when she thought he was finished, he yanked her hair once again, forcing her erect on to his shaft. He captured her throat, bending his fingers into her flesh, choking the air from her lungs. At first startled, she kicked her legs, her arms restrained, entrapped behind her back. He hissed, "I love you, Baylee, but if you ever spread your legs for another, I will kill you."

Now limp in his snare, exhausted, breathless, no longer able to muster enough strength to breathe, he threw her from his body where she blacked out, the darkness engulfing her.

Afterwards, now soothed, Loki held her, caressing her flushed cheeks. She woke an hour later in his embrace, his eyes dewy. "I cant do that to you again, Baylee."

"I will never force your rage again, Loki. I swear it." She muttered.

He handed her a glass of wine to ease her pain. "I love you, Baylee. I will fuck you hard because it pleases us both, but I can't repeat what just happened. Love is patient and kind, baby, not arrogant and rude. Isn't this your teachings? It is also what I believe in. Hurting the person you love is not pleasure."

"I agree. I did not like it very much at all. Did you mean what you said?" She asked him as the wine began to take effect.

"About the lover's rage? Yes, I did."

"You are demented and twisted. I fucking love that about you. I have this sick feeling inside me knowing that you could kill me if I cheated on you, yet I like it. It turns me on that you would do something so deranged. You murdered all those poor people in New York. I hate it, but it also excites me."

"I regret it. I feel remorse for it everyday of my life." Loki replied, his eyes reflecting inner sadness.

"But you still kill?"

"Yes, but only those who deserve it."

"I want to watch you. I want to see you kill and witness the victim's final breath." Baylee cooed as if asking for a mere slice of cake.

"Baylee, death is not entertainment. It is horrific." Sometimes she astonished him, but not in a good way. Within her, shadows loomed.

She crawled over him lowering herself on his limp cock, thrusting slowly. She grabbed her breast and shoved it into Loki's mouth and hissed. "I want to see you kill."

Sucking, Loki glanced up at her, nodding his consent, his dick hardening, the darkness in his soul rearing. She had the fastest rebound rate he had ever seen.

She giggled, satisfied she had gotten her way. "Do you still thirst for the throne?" She asked, piercing herself upon him.

Groaning, Loki released her breast, cupping it in his hand, tantalizing it. "Sometimes…" He shamelessly admitted.

"Good" she growled, shoving him flat, bearing her hands on his chest, thrusting violently until his body jerked in the third climax of the night. Popping up, she span, burying her cunt into his face and hungrily slurping up his gushing seed. Knowing she did not cum from the intercourse, Loki mauled into her, leeching onto her clit, working his jaw muscles in suction, making her ooze. Her cunning comment about the crown forgotten.

Loki had met Baylee for a picnic lunch and she seemed to be in wonderful spirits, but by nightfall, her luster had wilted.

"Whats wrong, baby?" Loki asked taking her hand to his lips.

"Nothing" she replied. She stood and dropped her nightgown, the flames from the fire illuminating her silky flesh.

"Turn around and let me see your ass." Loki motioned by spinning his finger in a circle.

Baylee span, bending to her knees, her thighs gaping so that he had a full view of her womanhood. A second later, Loki groped her breast from underneath thrusting his lust into her.

For hours, she played him, rendering him to near climax only to slip from him and change positions. Every now and then, she would separate and drop to his groin to suck him until his cock swelled with nectar only to disappoint him. Now enraged and to the point of cursing her, Loki slammed into her body pleading to spill. Mind whirling with desire, frenzy, on the verge of apex, Loki snarled fucking her deep.

"Stop!" Baylee hissed.

Loki opened his eyes, bewildered; almost there…he only needed a few more thrusts.

"Stop Loki!" She screamed, shoving at his sweat drenched chest.

Angry, rough, confused, Loki wrenched from her core and jacked his semen into the floor. Now he glared at her. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Baylee?"

She reached for him, but he jerked from her as if she had been infected with the plague. "I am sick of your childish torment! Stop playing these fucking games with me!"

"I am sorry! I just need to see if you would stop when I asked you to!" She wailed like a sobbing brat. When he did not turn to her, she added. "Ari did not stop when Ashley asked him to."

Visibly controlling his breathing, Loki turned to her, his anger melting.

"He asked her to try something new and when she could not handle it, she told him to stop and he didn't and now she is hurt bad."

"Her ass?" Loki asked, eyes going soft.

Baylee nodded.

"Arrogant son of a bitch." Loki mumbled regarding Ari. "She is too small for that now. He should know better."

"Are you going to fuck me there?"

Loki chuckled, looking at her like she were a naive child. "Yes, but no time soon. When you are older. And I will not hurt you. I will start out with my finger and night after night give you an inch until you are able to take me comfortably."

Baylee flung herself in his arms. "You are so good to me. I am sorry for what I done, but I just had to know that you would stop. I don't want to be treated like Ashley or Tiffany."

"What has Fandral done to Tiffany? He is nothing like Ari."

"Oh, he hasn't hurt her physically, but emotionally. I think she fell in love with him so she done anything and everything he asked and that including spreading her legs for his friends. Now he has lost interest with her and has moved on."

Loki snickered as if disgusted. "Do you remember what I told you as a child about sex? I said that it was for adults…"

She cut him off. "And only if you are in love. And like I have told you before, I listen to everything you tell me."

Loki flattened her to the mattress, looming over her. "And what do we have that they do not?"

She pecked his chin sweetly. "Love..we have love."

"Exactly...now no more games…" Loki growled, kissing her hard and deep, expressing his seriousness.

After making leisurely, compassionate love to her, he held by the fire, her head resting on his chest, legs sprawled out of a fur rug, satisfied, content.

"You truly love me, don't you?" She muttered, her voice soft with exhaustion.

"So much that it hurts." He replied without hesitation.

"No one has ever loved me like you, not my parents, Jane, no one. I love you, Loki. My heart will always be yours." She turned to kiss him. She collected his hand and placed it to her beating heart. "Do you feel my love?"

"I do." He replied, placing her delicate hand to his heart, her touch warming him. "Do you feel mine?"

"Yes, but I also feel something else. Darkness. I know it is there and it doesn't frighten me. It sleeps now, and even if it awakes, you will still have my love...and support. I'd be with you no matter. I'd do anything for you."

Loki captured her jaw, holding her gaze, reading her soul. Yes, there it was; her darkness. He smiled, "We are two of a kind" before kissing her.

Summer diminished rapidly, green turning to brown filling the land below with dread.

Loki thrust one final hard thrust, ejaculating his love into Baylee. She was leaving him today, returning to Midgard.

"I love you, Loki" she said kissing him goodbye.

"I love you too, Baylee. I always have and always will." He replied honestly watching her bounce across the room and tug his large shirt over her nakedness.

"I will return to you next summer. My heart as well as my body will remain loyal." She beamed, blowing a kiss in his direction. Before closing the door, she peeked her shoulder and said, "I want to be your queen, Loki."

Loki smiled slyly as she closed the door. "And you will be, love." He said aloud for his ears only. Baylee had reaped in him a thirst for power, old emotions, returning him to his former glory as the God of Mischief. By this time next year, he will have devised a plot to overthrow Thor and seize the crown for himself once Odin passes. Baylee will rule at his side as queen. He grinned knowing that he would not have to force her, catching on to her cunning double meaning. She wanted him on the throne and eagerly willing to help him do whatever it took to get him there. But first they will reap havoc on the people that had wounded her; her estranged father, her mother, her mother's exes, and maybe even Jane. Loki had his own list starting with the Avengers. It was going to be an adventure and they were going to have fun traveling it.

Yes, they were indeed two of a kind and would live happily ever after...

Notes:

Thanks for reading! I know my requests wanted more punishing sex, but for some reason I could not bring this into this story...sorry :(