Loki Kneel Novels & Stories

My body swayed this way and that, and my stomach twisted together franticly, but I kept it down. Strong hands lifted me to my feet and held my shoulders to steady me. But he stepped back before I could lift my gaze to see who it was close up. Not just one step, but two and then a third step. “Loki! Where are your manners? “ A deep voice rumbled, and even at this distance, I had to look up to see his face. He wore black pants, a loose white shirt in some thick, stiff fabric without buttons, and a V-shaped neck. A short, stiff collar was folded so it flattened towards his shoulders. He was unusually well dressed for a man in this world, but it was his eyes that caught my attention.

From Loki: This week I will see you Loki dropped his phone on the bed and put his hands under his head. "Ah, I can't wait to enjoy that body," Loki muttered. To be continued…

Loki grumbled, tightly clutching his twin's hand. "Would you like to change your clothes, Wife?" he asked, adjusting the wheelchair we were pushing. "No, I'm good," I replied, trying my long hair. He approached me and gently lifted my body into the wheelchair. "Are you uncomfortable anywhere?" he inquired, checking to see if I was in a comfortable position. "It's okay," I said, laughing as he stopped himself from circling my position. "All right, boys, let's go," he says to the twins.

He stared at Kai’s cock, terrified of taking it again so soon, but desperate for it at the same time. "Enough," Kai said after a minute. He walked over to the sofa. He grabbed a cushion and threw it on the floor. "Kneel on that. Face the armrest." Leo moved quickly. He knelt on the cushion, facing the sofa. He leaned forward, resting his chest on the upholstered armrest. His ass was sticking up in the air, completely exposed. Kai walked up behind him. He kicked Leo’s knees apart, widening his stance. The position was humiliating. Leo felt like an object.

I watched them, my heart steady. “Lucian,” I said. “I’m not asking.” He tilted his head. “Neither am I.” For a moment, I thought he might refuse. Then he stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Every eye in the clearing followed him. He stopped a few feet from me. Looked up. Then down. Then… he went to one knee. The sound of his armor hitting the broken stone echoed through the valley. Gasps rippled through the warriors. Fia grabbed Finn’s arm. “He… he knelt.”

“Please give me a chance, Sir York.” Aki begged with a confused look on his face. Compared to the self-righteous Aki from before, he was completely humbled then. The women kneeling on the ground covered their mouths with all their might, trying their hardest not to scream. They already knew that the person in front of them was a God of War… But after they saw Aki who they regarded highly kneel because he had no other choice, they collapsed. “Give you a chance?”

Lobo was furious. Before Lobo could follow up with an attack, Andrius threw a kick from the side and precisely landed on Lobo’s knee, returning the favor on behalf of Panther. Lobo fell on his knees with a thud and instinctively supported himself up by pressing his hands on the floor. Andrius then sat on his back. The whole process seemed smooth and skilled. There was not one wasted movement, and it all felt so natural. Andrius then ridiculed, “You broke my chair, but you kneel down in front of me. Let me use you as a chair.”

Lochlan throws a haymaker. Killian snaps a kick, slamming his bare foot into Lochlan’s other knee. It crunches. Lochlan topples to his side, and this time, he stays down, teeth grit, neck bared. “Get up,” Killian snarls. Lochlan bares his neck further. “Get up!” It’s a command. Lochlan has no choice. He slowly rolls to the knee that isn’t bent at an unnatural angle, his neck still exposed, face blanched and sweat dripping onto his white shirt. Unlike Killian, there’s no blood splatter on his chest. It’s his jeans that are soaked red.

The boys shake on it. "Bedroom?" I suggest. That should lighten the mood. "No. I want him on his knees" Blake turns to the couch and sits down, taking off his long jersey. Blake's been sweaty a bit throughout the game of beer pong and the middle of his chest glimmers a bit. Louis gets down on his knees in front of Blake and looks up at his face. Then he looks to me "I don't know what to do?" "Rub his thighs." I instruct. Blake likes that a lot. I take Louis' hands to guide him to Blake's inner thighs.

" Kneeling." Lolla kneels with her hands on her thighs, palms upwards, as they should be. I sit down on the sofa and slowly pull her up by her flame-colored hair. She's already fully awake and aroused. I can see it in her stiff nipples. Then I sit her down on the wooden table. "Lie down." I see her little submissive eyes light up. The pink nightgown, suggestive of a baby girl, comes up, revealing her slim, white thighs. She smiles mischievously.