Loki Kneel Novels & Stories

Ricki laughed. Malena got down on her knees, looked at me with a slightly worried but mostly horny expression, took a deep breath and then lowered her head. Her flexibility was astounding, her back arching dramatically so that most of her upper body was flat against the floor but she was still somehow folded in half at the waist, exposing herself entirely.

Genevieve starts scratching his head making him wag his tail in happiness as he closes his eyes and enjoys the moment. He starts to drift off to sleep when the scenery changes. It’s dark, but I see light as someone walks towards me. I look beside me and see Loki sitting in his form beside me. It’s weird to see us separated but I can’t focus on it when I hear a woman’s voice say, “Kai, Loki.” I watch the woman as she stretches her arms out toward us and Loki bounds towards her letting out a happy yip. I walk over to her and question, “Selene?”

Blood instantly stained his pant legs. "I'm kneeling." Lucas lowered his head, his voice hoarse and humble. "Just let her go... forget kneeling, take my life if you want." "Hahahaha! He kneeled! He really kneeled!" Seraphina laughed hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Ella, do you see this? This is your Alpha! Kneeling in front of me like a dog!" "Kowtow! Why aren't you kowtowing?!" Lucas placed his hands on the ground and knocked his forehead heavily against the hard concrete floor.

"Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmm, now that is what I like to see when I come home from the office." Jory bites his lip as he gazes down at me on my knees, naked, and my legs spread wide. It's the Nadu pose that Merrick likes to see me in when we go to the playroom, and I wanted to greet them with it when they came to dinner. I'm getting a little too heavy to be doing this, though, but I didn't think that far ahead when I got down on my knees just a few minutes before Jory walked in. Luckily, Merrick and Knox walk in right after.

He lifts our joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist, right where my pulse beats strongest. The gesture is so tender it makes my chest ache with unexpected emotion. "I think it's the beginning," he says quietly. "Of whatever we choose to build next." Before I can formulate a response, movement at the edge of my vision draws my attention to the treeline. A figure emerges from the shadows with theatrical nonchalance, and my heart performs a complicated dance of exasperation. Loki's perched on a fallen log with the casual grace of a cat who's never known uncertainty, arms crossed behind his head in a pose of supreme relaxation.

' He dragged Melody back across the floor pushed her back into the small cage and locked it before heading out to his office to see if his Warriors had finished the cleanup. Loki came around on the floor of his office and when he tried to move he found he had been hog-tied but strangely enough only with a normal rope, not the usual wolfsbane-infused ones he would have used. He did not waste any time thinking about the whys and wherefores with a deep growl he shifted into Cronus and snapped the ropes binding him. Staggering to his feet he heard the soft moans coming fro