Kneel Loki Novels & Stories

Elric stopped at a page with a brown smudge across the bottom, which held a recipe titled "Lich Eternal". It was a horrible spell calling for items Aelfric had never heard of, not to mention a hefty blood sacrifice. It called for something called "Claimed Chimera claw", and "Horbus Moreas pollin". He could hardly make out the directions, but the notes scribbled at the bottom of the page read "Consciousness lost 8 hours. Eyes bled briefly upon waking. Stimuli are strange. Hard surfaces feel malleable, I am unbreathing, though my heart beats still.

"Sell yourself there for a few years, and you might just make enough to pay off the interest. Don't come looking for us again. You're bad luck." The door slammed shut with a deafening bang. Clutching his swollen, red cheek, Geoffrey curled up in the ice-cold corridor and let out a wretched, hysterical laugh. So, this was what he got in return for abandoning everything for so-called true love. Geoffrey had no idea how he managed to drag himself out of the apartment building. He wandered aimlessly through the torrential rain until a massive LED screen in the downtown square caught his eye. On the screen was me, dressed in a black haute couture gown.

I scramble backward, diving into the thick, thorny shadow of the berry bushes beside the terrace wall, pulling my dark cloak over my face and pressing my body flat into the frozen dirt. Through the leaves, I watch Roan burst into the clearing, his eyes wild, his chest heaving as he throws himself onto his knees beside Sloane’s still, silent body.

Please, he should fuck me. Beta Loki moves his mouth away from my nipple, and I almost scream for him not to. But then, his lips kissed my skin once again, and moved below, down to my abdomen. He kneels between my thighs, spreading my thighs wider. Immediately, he lies below me and buries his face in my pussy. No. No. Not my pussy. Not the head thing. What is he doing? No man has ever given me a head, and I don’t know what that feels like.

The sound of splintering bone echoed through the hall. Lorenzo let out a soul-piercing scream. His right leg buckled, and he collapsed to his knees. Now, he was kneeling in front of me, the woman he had treated like trash only minutes before.

he said. “Well then, husband, start shifting,” she giggled. “On one condition,” he said with false seriousness. Her brows raised. “What would that be?” “I want to see you do that shimmy thing for me the next time we’re naked. I just think it’s hot,” he teased. Chloe playfully slapped his arm and a loud laugh escaped his lips as he transformed into his dragon self. The crowd roared their approval as Chloe climbed onto his back and they flew off into the sky until they were nothing more than a dot above the trees.

​His entire posture shifted instantly. ​Without a word, the warrior dropped heavily to one knee in the dirt. Behind him, every massive silver wolf lowered their heads to the ground in total submission. ​I stared at him in utter shock. "Who... who are you?" ​He raised his silver eyes to meet mine, his expression filled with solemn reverence. "My name is Lucian." ​"Lucian what?" ​"Lucian Vale," he replied, standing up smoothly. "And I have been searching for you for eighteen long years, Lady Amara."

The first beats were so painful, that tears ran down his face, they were slow beats inside him, until in the middle of the thrusts, Loki reached a point that made him scream and kick, amidst his moans and panting. - Here...? – Loki questioned. "Here..." Ragnar said, agreeing. Then, Loki would start hitting directly, at that same spot that made the man beneath him, scream and moan, gasping and never missing, when Loki was slamming his testicles on his ass, when the ancient god;

The one that made Kaelani’s skin crawl even now. And seated just behind them, Alpha Garrick and his perfect Luna, Brielle—her face cold and eyes hard. Kaelani didn’t need to guess whose side they were on. Garrick wouldn’t let the truth ruin him. He’d smile and twist facts if it meant protecting his power. He couldn’t even look her in the eyes — coward. They reached the center of the chamber, and one of the guards nudged her roughly. “Kneel.” She dropped to her knees slowly—and knelt.

“What are you do-“he begins, but my lips crash into his and he doesn’t fight it like Kane, he embraces it, his hands holding onto my hips. Our tongues mingle together, until he breaks the kiss, his lips coming to my neck kissing it as I pant heavily, feeling how hard he is beneath me. I keep my moans quiet, to make sure we aren’t found out, “Touch me,” I groan, grabbing his hand. Loki doesn’t hesitate bringing his hand between my legs, his fingers rubbing my clip as I moan, “Damn, Mia, you’re so fucking wet,” he whispers before inserting a finger. I moan louder, covering my mouth with my hand as he works another in