Loki Kneel Novels & Stories

"You're embarrassing yourself." Chris's face fell, but he didn't move. He remained on his knees, his eyes fixed on Tris's face, his expression a mask of desperation. "Please, Tris," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Don't do this. Don't leave me." Tris felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed down at Chris. She had never seen him so broken, so vulnerable. But she knew she couldn't give in to his pleas. She knew she had to be strong, for her own sake.

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.

"The future Luna has a special custom to perform." Several warriors surrounded me. "The Kneeling," one of them said. "A sign of submission for the defeated and the rogue. After all, her father killed our brother." I looked around, searching for Baton. He was standing at the back of the hall, watching everything with a blank expression. "Baton!" I called out. He didn't move. "Kneel," the warriors shoved me. "Or we can help you." My knees slammed into the cold stone floor. Tears of humiliation blurred my vision.

“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?”

It was the silence of a pack waiting for a signal. Lucian moved suddenly. I expected him to say something cutting or to try and take control of the room by force. Instead, he walked right up to me. He didn’t stop until he was standing directly in my space, and then, to my absolute shock, he dropped to one knee. My eyes widened. This was Lucian Draegor. He was the most egoistic, stubborn man I had ever known. He didn't bow to anyone, and he certainly didn't admit when he was wrong. But there he was, kneeling on the cold stone at my feet.

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.

All the pack members started kneeling one by one. Including Derek, Cedric and Violet. With speeding heart, I turned and found Logan kneeling too. That was when I felt this odd pressure in the air and a strong urge made its way into my heart to kneel on the floor. This strong aura in the room was demanding respect and submission. I got down on my knees and bowed my head too. With great effort, I raised my tear welled eyes and found Lexi getting back in his human form. His eyes were still red, and he was lazily observing all of us.

" 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.