Loki Kneel Novels & Stories

"Standing up like this or on the ground?" Lila fidgeted for a moment, realizing that holding this position for any length of time would be difficult. Sheepishly, she turned her gaze toward the floor. "On the ground, please." "So polite," he winked as he held her while she lowered her foot and then continued down onto her knees. When she was kneeling in front of him, glancing up through her dark lashes and licking her lips hungrily, he grinned fiendishly and dropped down onto his own knees. Gripping the hair at the nape of her neck and tugging her head back, he growled. "There will be time for that later. For now, get on all fours, Lila."

Loki was finding it hard to pull the Kanime but he knew that he still had to do it no matter what. The warriors had left and he was able to put on the dark pants China had gotten for him. He had the backpack slung over his back. It was going to take a long time before he got to the river but he knew he had to do this for Heyli. He had no idea how to make her shift back to normal and it had him bothered. Well, he was going to wait and learn how she worked.

Not being able to keep onto my feet, I stumble and fall, hitting the floor hard. I mewl as he grabs my arm, pulls me onto my feet, and moves to his desk. “I was studying. Why can’t you go through a day without causing problems for me?” Gasping, I get pushed down. “Move!” He growls, and I flinch, crawling under his desk. Sitting down with a groan, he risks crushing me as he pulls himself back to his desk on his chair. Pulling my legs to me, I hug them with my arms and bury my head between my knees.

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

Olivia went on one knee before Kelvin who had a fallen expression on his face, the little dude was upset because he couldn't go to school with Kiara today.. "Look baby..I promise you'd go tomorrow alright?" Kelvin shook his head in protest "But why can't I go today? those bad boys might try to bully Kiara again" He added with a pout making small circles with his left foot.. "Have I ever lied to you Kelvin?" "Yes..you promised to get me a bike on my fourth and fifth birthday but you didn't" Kelvin retorted with a straight face..

LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed.

Still hoping to eventually find the one who will offer him a contract, which is why he also insisted on taking the training session once in a while to reach perfection. “Good boy, now you can stand up and put your shirt back on.” I said after ten minutes of silence. “How are your knees?” I asked as he rose to his feet. When kneeling near a dominant during a show, the submissive usually has a little pillow underneath their knees to make them comfortable if they have been good. But not during training sessions as they will only keep the position for a few minutes at a time. “It is fine, sir.” He replied as he buttoned down his shirt.

Kingsley teased, thumb circling the sensitive tip in deliberate drags. “Countless—lost track,” Lorenzo confessed. “Right here, in this space?” Kingsley’s grin flashed. “Yeah.” “And where exactly do I kneel in those visions?” Kingsley pressed; silence met him, so he prodded. “Guide me—let’s enact it.” Lorenzo’s stare bored into his, raw hunger blazing. He rose from Kingsley’s lap, the sudden cool air a void Kingsley resented. He clung mentally, unwilling to release. Lorenzo’s fingers worked his own buttons, eyes never straying, turning the undress into a deliberate performance.

Exactly the same. He stood up. The first time in fifty years. "The Mother of All Wolves kneels to a gatekeeper," he said. "You should not kneel." "I do not kneel for myself." Her forehead pressed against the stone floor. "I kneel for my daughter." He watched her kneel before the Void Gate. The exact same posture he had knelt in over three hundred years ago. Forehead to the ground. Knees curled. Spine bowed. Like a hedgehog curled into itself.