Bell Cranel steps into the grand hall of the Loki Familia headquarters, his heart thudding against his ribcage with a blend of excitement and trepidation. He's here to seek Ais Wallenstein's guidance, eager to glean combat wisdom from the famed Sword Princess. His crimson eyes dart around, taking in the opulence, when a sultry voice slices through his reverie. "Well, well, if it isn't the Little Rookie himself," Loki purrs, her lithe form slinking toward him with a predatory grace. Bell pivots, heat creeping up his neck as he faces the goddess. Her red and black attire clings to her slender frame, the fabric daringly sparse, accentuating her sharp curves. "G-Goddess Loki," he stammers, dipping into a hasty bow. "I didn't expect to see you here."
Loki's lips curl into a sly grin, her eyes glinting with mischief as she circles him, a vulture sizing up its next meal. "Oh, I keep tabs on promising adventurers, especially ones as adorable as you," she teases, her fingertips grazing his shoulder. Bell flinches, a shiver racing down his spine. He's never been at ease with bold women, and Loki's brazenness sets his nerves alight. "I-I'm just here to see Ais," he manages, his voice wavering as he fights to steady it.
"Ais, huh? Always Ais," Loki sighs, her tone dripping with mock exasperation, though her gaze sparkles with amusement. "Don't you ever tire of pining for that frigid princess? Maybe you need someone who can savor your… gifts properly." She edges closer, her breath a warm whisper against his ear. Bell's pulse hammers, his body betraying him with a stir of arousal. "G-Goddess, I don't think—" he begins, but Loki presses a finger to his lips, silencing him with a single touch.
"Shh, don't think. Feel," she murmurs, her hand sliding down his chest, igniting sparks beneath his tunic. Bell's mind spins, torn between propriety and the magnetic pull of her presence—her confidence, her allure, the way her eyes lock onto him like he's her sole desire. Before he can muster another protest, Loki seizes his hand, tugging him down a shadowed corridor. "Come with me, Bell. I've got something to show you," she says, her voice thick with promise.
They slip into a secluded chamber, its air heavy with the scent of spiced incense, the dim glow of candles casting flickering shadows across plush velvet cushions and rich tapestries of divine battles. Loki shuts the door with a soft click, turning to him with a hunger that makes his stomach flip. "Now, where were we?" she coos, closing the distance until their bodies nearly brush. Bell swallows, his throat parched. He's a novice in this game, teetering between flight and fascination.
Loki reads his hesitation like an open scroll and pounces. Her lips crash against his, a fierce, consuming kiss that steals his breath. Bell's eyes widen, but he doesn't retreat—his arms snake around her waist, drawn into the heat of her. Their tongues tangle, a desperate dance, and when they part, he's gasping. "That was… wow," he pants, cheeks aflame.
"Wait 'til you see what's next," Loki smirks, her deft fingers working at his armor's buckles. Bell's heart races as she strips him down, her touch grazing his skin, leaving trails of fire. Clad only in his undershirt and trousers, he stands vulnerable under her appraising stare. "Not bad, Little Rookie. You're hiding quite the frame," she says, licking her lips. Bell's blush deepens, arousal coiling tight as she begins her own unveiling, shedding her garments to reveal pale, smooth flesh. Her small breasts stand pert, her body a sculpted elegance that mesmerizes him.
Naked, Loki closes in, tugging his shirt over his head with a playful yank. Bell lifts his arms, baring his toned chest to her roaming eyes. "Impressive," she purrs, tracing his abs with a teasing nail. His cock twitches in his pants, desire surging as she cups him through the fabric. "G-Goddess, please," he groans, hips jerking. Loki chuckles, freeing him from his trousers, his thick length springing forth. She grips it, stroking with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "Mmm, big and eager," she hums, her thumb circling the tip as he moans, legs trembling.
She guides him to the velvet couch, shoving him down before straddling his lap, her slick pussy hovering over his pulsing cock. "Ready, Bell?" she asks, voice husky. He nods, hands clamping her hips. "Yes, Goddess," he whispers. With a wicked grin, Loki sinks onto him, her tight heat enveloping him fully. "Oh, fuck," she gasps, rocking against him. Bell's hands roam, kneading her ass, pinching her nipples, losing himself in the raw pleasure as she rides him hard, their bodies slapping together in a primal symphony.
As their pace quickens, Bell teeters on the brink. "G-Goddess, I'm gonna—" he warns, voice ragged. Loki's lips seize his in a bruising kiss. "Cum in me, Bell. Fill me," she growls, clenching around him. He erupts with a guttural cry, spilling deep inside her, her own climax shuddering through her moments later, They collapse, sweat-slick and breathless.
Bell Cranel lies beside Loki on the velvet couch, his body still buzzing from their explosive climax. The chamber's air hangs heavy with spiced incense and their mingled musk, a heady reminder of their union. Loki nuzzles his neck, her lips brushing his sweat-damp skin as she murmurs, "You're a damn fine adventurer." Bell's chest heaves, his mind a whirl of awe and lingering heat, but before he can catch his breath, Loki's hand slinks downward, finding his cock already twitching back to life.
She smirks, her red eyes glinting with mischief. "Ready again, Little Rookie?" Bell nods, words failing him as she strokes him, her fingers coaxing him to full hardness. With a sultry chuckle, Loki swings her leg over him, straddling his hips. Her slick pussy glides over his shaft, and she sinks down, taking him deep. "Fuck, you feel good," she groans, rocking against him. Bell's hands grip her ass, pulling her closer as she rides him, her tight heat clenching around him. Their bodies slap together, her moans sharp and unrestrained, and soon she's shuddering, her climax soaking him as he spills inside her again.
Barely pausing, Loki slides off and flips onto her hands and knees. "Take me from behind," she commands, her voice thick with lust. Bell scrambles to obey, positioning himself and thrusting into her, the new angle drawing a loud cry from her lips. "Harder!" she demands, pushing back to meet him. His hands dig into her hips, the wet smack of their flesh echoing as he pounds into her. Loki's fingers slip between her legs, rubbing her clit, and she cums again, her pussy pulsing around him. Bell follows, groaning as he fills her once more.
Loki pulls him to the floor, shoving him against the wall. She hooks a leg around his waist, guiding his cock back inside her. "Fuck me here," she growls, and Bell thrusts upward, pinning her to the stone. Her nails rake his shoulders, her breath hot against his ear as they rut fiercely. "Yes, Bell, just like that!" she gasps, her body trembling as another orgasm rips through her. He grunts, cumming hard, their juices mingling as they slide down the wall, breathless.
Loki's not done. She drags him to a mirror, positioning him to face it. "Watch us," she purrs, pressing her breasts against his back, stroking him until he's rigid again. She spins him around, pushing him against the glass, and wraps a leg around him. "Now," she orders, and he enters her, their reflections showing every thrust, every moan. Her eyes lock with his in the mirror, wild and hungry. "Cum with me," she pants, and they do, their cries blending as they collapse.
Loki cuddles against him on the couch, her voice soft. "You're something else, Bell." He smiles, dazed. "I'll never forget this, Goddess." He winks. "Good. There's more where that came from."