[NSFW] Tower City Lunatic (SI) (Fear and Hunger then Danmachi Crossover)

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Art by my brother, Erik the Draw Steel Necromancer, who uh is sort of an OC in my head.

EDIT: NOW FEATURING MY BROTHER'S KOFI

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Fetishes: Femdom, pegging, faint crossdressing elements?(Its a little absurd for Mia to hire a dude cross dressing is kind of hot, but its not like a huge fetish element for me, I would personally only really get into 'playing dress up' if someone was pushing me into it like those girlfriend make over things. I am kind of blase about it unless im intentionally roleplaying?)

AN - For the setting. This 'what if' scenario sees Mia who has a habit of collecting broken people take a stronger interest in me. I spend more time 'being normal' and consider if there is even a point to me adventuring. Should I even force myself to bleed and suffer again, when it seems to have ended up nothing like my worse expectations.

This a Chloe thing I saw in mobile or side game snippets where she is super into asses? Shown in fic, unsure if that will become a thing. I don't know if there is chemistry there.

I could probably write smut, but I am kind of concerned my attempts to write stuff with verisimilitude might not be as nice as something coombrained.

It feels kind of awkward writing about horny stuff when I can't really get fully into it? I wonder how artists manage to draw stuff depending on their own horny mental state?

As a warning, from the size there is a porn at the end but I kind of do like plot personally. I worry that there isn't enough porn to really justify the pay off unless you like being invested?

There opening scene/idea kind of implies getting along with Ais, idk I might only like it when she makes poor financial decisions that benefit me. Also seeing as Abella having a mission isn't something I am super into, someone who is direct isn't bad as like a coworker/ally. It could happen but it isn't deep.

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Loki POV
Twilight Manor

For Loki, once something got into her head, she couldn't help but pick apart the puzzle pieces…

For someone like that there is nothing worse than feeling like the puzzle has snuck under her nose, and then all of a sudden her view was painted in colors she 'expected herself to put together.'

"Who has been seducing my Ais!" Not only is the sight of her with two unnaturally placid and well behaved Purple Moths giving her the feeling like a door had been slammed in her face that she hadn't seen coming, but that someone was playing games and forgot to invite her!

The art or 'skill' of taming includes drawing a monster under your power by shows of strength, it is literally shown off during Monsterfilia! Whips, and persistence is used to beat into a monster's head that it lives at your discretion!

So why was Ais suddenly a Tamer?! Strong enough certainly, but for word not to be passed to Loki? Way too strange to just chalk up to being out of the loop for the wrong conversation!

"Could it be some Genahsa flunky trying to steal my Aisy-poo! Bastards! My Ais is too innocent and pure! They knew to attack me right where I was weak while I was busy managing the most successful exploration Familia in Orario!" The real frustration she was working out is she had shit answers, she is going to war with spit and wishes.

The diminutive Finn perhaps taking exception to his own management being overlooked quipped "Loki didn't you just go to the Divine Bath House and drink the past few days?"

"Networking! Spreading the name of the Loki Familia far and wide! Brand saturation Finn! Besides, why is my Familia suddenly turning on me! After all I've done!" Seriously, she isn't some do nothing sip wine all day and look pretty Goddess like Freya!

"Perhaps 'your' Ais could help answer some questions Loki?" Finn 'helpfully' prods making Loki sigh.

Despite how she 'try hards' with her Familia she did descend to the Lower World to cut loose, mess around a little bit, what kind of joke is this, being told to be productive when it's part of the 'fun' to gripe, or well to have something to gripe about.

"Ughhhh Ais how could you betray me?! What have I done? I'll change!" Focusing her heavily lidded gaze on the girl, she seems… Well about as 'Ais-like' as usual. A bit of a faint furrow of the brow, y'know a sort of doll like confusion or the beginning of a pout.

"It wasn't a gift, it was an 'experiment'…" The terrain explodes, perhaps her spurious guess were just completely off the mark, it COULD be that, Ais was just in the wrong place at the right time, a unique tamer exists can lend or sell monsters from the dungeon, Ais just so happens to meet them, help kill some monsters…

Making such a reliable ally, perhaps as a draw to return to report on the 'experiment' they help each other again?...

The experimental nature? If they were in a Familia, they would have given it to their captain or their allies, Loki would hear about it as Freya or Demeter or something bought from this new market.

'Logically' it should be discounted despite how that by necessity means Ais went low enough to see Purple Moths with a really strange newbie. Which… Ais could do. Ais doesn't tack titles onto people, if she hadn't told them they were too slow or too fragile, she simply wouldn't think about such things at all.

Unless of course, you are dealing with an outlier among outliers. "Ais-chan… You met someone new? Someone weak but with some skill huh…?" Ominous pointed conjecture like this doesn't phase the doll like expression of Ais, but it is not for her benefit this is said Loki just likes to exposit sometimes after all people should recognize how keen her eyes are. "So does this 'experiment' loving stranger say, have plans to meet yer new friend maybe, after all they must be curious to know how you find the pets?" Threading her fingers together in front of her chest, a silent signal of the first step in the scheme of a Goddess.

"Mmph, they said if something happens or if I wanted to make a deal if the Purple Butterfly died, to find them at the Hostess."

"Under my nose!" and in the flash the scandal is back in full force. "In my favorite bar, practically rubbing shoulders with me!"

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The Hostess of Fertility

"I see that the Loki Familia is here in force today, if you are celebrating the first round of ale is free." The placid young man in red hair, hair up in a ponytail, the standard waitress attire of the Hostess feels jarring not for the 'illicit' get up but for how it adds another wrinkle to the unfurling tapestry.

As a master of mischief herself it's kind of like, if someone had a flinch reaction to being told to put on a dress happened before she was around. But then they got desensitized to it by the time she is seeing them now. A prank that kind of lost its spark and ended with a bit of stiff embarrassed young man in a dress, still a man that doesn't mind a bit of crossdressing can't help but peak her interest.

A fellow lover of the feminine form and grace?

Not only as a goddess but as a connoisseur she must act to satiate her curiosity!

"Oi! Waitress~" The time has come for Loki to begin her game!

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Erik POV
The Hostess of Fertility

"What are you doing?" The Goddess before me flashes a grin, her most prominent display of emotion under the mask of her lidded eyes. "I was hoping for you to take a bit more initiative, make a real show of service for discerning clients like me~"

Attempting to peer into Loki's mind is strange, 'Shattered lies suspended in his wake, like broken glass that glitters as the disillusion of self is disturbed.' I recall faintly Seat Admiral describing a moment from Hestia's perspective of her own innate sense of domain, I thought Freya was unique for how she plucks the finest. The world is more complex than the fanfiction I guess. Perhaps divinity shouldn't be taken lightly as a rule.

"As you can tell, I am new to the work here, could you walk me though how to properly pour a cup of wine?" Tragically I have never really drank for pleasure, with Termina a pressing concern I drank straight from the bottle, terribly 'common.'

"Oh, it would be my pleasure, come closer, a little 'hands on' demonstration." Loki makes exaggerated groping gestures with her fingers, my face is tinged scarlet as I comply and sit beside her as she chuckles and wraps an arm around me.

Curiously, her company seems to react first. "You don't need to put up with our Goddess' perverted tendencies" one of the 'perfect tomboy' looking girls warns me about her our goddess, but seriously did the author of this shit really need a race just to cater to his tomboy fetish?

The hobbit looking 'Pallum' with blond hair seems to just be curious. The green haired elf frowns with faint concern, and the woman I have been able to get the best handle on, the fucking freak Ais seems only to frown for how little that tells me.

Ais thinks like fucking DMC Vergil in her goddamn head, I might be able to get her to try out Engrave with the Gods of this world if it made her stronger, after all what's a little ritual mutilation between friends.

Mind Reading finally feels niche, surprisingly. Only having one target at a time is so difficult. But I can perhaps glean something on Loki by inference...? After all casting a wide net is a hedged bet, assuming Loki is the only target would be limiting.

Guess I was spoiled by only having 13 other people around.

"I don't mind." I respond blushing faintly as Loki chuckles.

"Don't mind the prudes~ now there are lots of steps to this dance see~ you can start by showing me the label, and if yer a real go getter you can try and get me real excited by extolling the virtues of this particular vintage." As Loki keeps things tame for now I shoot a look over to the Pallum.

'Discipline? His reactions are somewhat notable…'

Even as I try to digest what sort of scheme was forming around me Loki maintains her distraction. "Now as for the pour itself, a real professional tilts the bottle at an angle so it just pours off the lip and you control how much you pour~ after all you don't want to fill the whole wine glass, you want to leave room to swirl it and savor it~" her hands guide mine, I hold the bottle as she poses me and fill the bottle short of halfway.

"Mmmm~ that's a good girl." I blush as Loki purrs the word, her hand comes to rest on my hip making me feel my skin pinch around my shoulders as I tense.

I gasp and feel a dizzying cocktail of sharp stabbing guilt, at all the arousal and fluttering feelings that come with an exploratory touch that came without expectation or wasn't just to scrape and bow before Slyvian and beg for a blessing.

"Loki!" Ais surprisingly jumps to my defense standing at the table forcing me to clamp down on my feelings and control things or have things run away from me.

"I-it's ok." I faintly realize that my 'limited ability to process information' aka freaking the fuck out, I potentially missed things happening in Ais' head. What the fuck is up with that, they are an emotionally constipated freak, from what little I have seen I suppose. I only met her today.

The tomboy from the side tries to advise "Most of us learn to smack Loki, she really doesn't respect boundaries unless you are firm. Even us resisting her like that isn't enough for her to learn her lesson." Her voice is calm and measured as she meets my gaze.

"They are okay with it! Ya don't need to let their well wishes decide how much fun we can have!" The Goddess chimes in and despite my reticence I really have to talk or let things become absurdly muddled and confused.

"I like being seen as sexual, I trained my body not just to survive. I kind of like my 'cardio bunny' look. But things have mostly turned out that I never really got attention that way. Actually I was rather caught off guard the moment someone pointed out I was obviously conventionally attractive." As I blush I try not to meet anyone's eyes as I try and glean some more reactions with mind reading.

'Cardio Bunny?' Welp that's to be expected. If I had Nas'hrah at this moment I'm certain he would snidely comment about most people's thoughts being useless detritus.

Although that just goes to show that I am still of a different culture, how I see bodies is literally different. I have different words for it all.

"Erik San has a really impressive butt! When he is all grown up he might break into my 10 ten rankings!" Chloe fucking jumpscare. God I should really be mindful of getting in my own head.

I am not in the sticks anymore and high level people seem to be around every other fucking corner. "So high? Just for men?" I feel like the criteria would certainly be strange for me to be so high.There are gods and pretty tom girl tropes right at this table just walking around. I mean if discount narcissus is around like some gods nickname people after associated myths how do I even rank, let alone rank highly…?

I… what, what is my life?

Never mind.

Chloe has completely disoriented me "Back end excellence I share with Loki aside." I blank softly after that is pulled from my mouth "Mia will beat me like a red headed step child if I don't at least attempt to look like I'm trying to upsell you." Wow, that is the best I can come up with.

"Oho~ admiring my excellence huh? A bit of flattery ain't enough for me to reach into my pockets darling~" As Loki puts her hand into her short slim shorts my face pales as I can't help but feel chilly as I sweat.

"Erik?" Chloe chooses the absolutely wrong moment to cop a feel as I gasp and turn on her pushing her to the ground. The instant I see its, Chloe under me, I stop my hand trembling.

"Don't you-" I growl before I stop myself. I am trying not to be… That kind of person anymore.

"Mia! I am taking a break." Standing up making it so Chloe doesn't need to use her stupid boosted strength to toss me off, seriously I only got as far as I did because she isn't any heavier or resistant to momentum than a normal girl.

As I step out into the area between the annex and the bar I sit down only to internally groan as Loki follows me out.

"I kind of can use a moment here." I gripe gently as I huff. Really though I doubt I would rebuff her with just that seeing as she is 'following up' me panicking. "Ruining my brooding atmosphere."

"But I can't help but be so, so curious about ya. You have so many delicious layers… As much as I want to savor them, the hell am I supposed to ask later? Oh excuse me~ about that thing just before ya up and left the table, could you address it? Nah... I would forget probably." Despite her casual attitude she seems to be smug with a 'gremlin' type evil grin on her face.

'Such a vivid reaction, you can't tell me you're average or boring now.' I want to groan at her thoughts.

My lips twitch as I just decide to be as awful to confront as possible.

"You reminded me of a pedophile who sought me out to take a look at me when I was 6. Fucking just loved talking about his 'deep pockets' and reaching around his trousers. Kindly fuck off."

Loki stills before sighing and sitting next to me. Eliciting an actual groan from me.

"Yer not the only one dealt a shit hand, but that's a heavier weight than most."

'Is that what he is running from?' As she thinks she just sits. Acting like some kind of stoic companion or something.

I guess 'not pushing' is her version of respect, or care.

"It is a 'shit hand' that only got shittier. I-... Mia has given me ground rules. Part of it is when I was arguing with her when she forcibly employed me, I tried to paint myself as… Horrible as bad as I can imagine so she. So people would just give up on me." I wanted to be abrasive, I wanted to push people away… Because I didn't deserve to be saved.

I struggled to even accept employment. How can someone like that accept salvation.

"Then be honest about the hand that made ya fold." Loki… What to think about Loki. Flirt, nosey, and… I struggle to call her kind but I can't even really process what this is.

Perhaps I have taken such a dim view… That Loki and Mia both surprise me since I don't…

I didn't want to be found or empathized with, I wanted to wallow, or just 'try and be normal' but that was a farce.

"What lie am I telling myself about why I go to the dungeon." I am perhaps giving the game away, but I love discovery too much, a shared vice I suppose.

"That? Ya think ya should owe a debt even if ya don't. Ya want to convince yourself a simple life is enough, too. Such a twisted and delicious pair no?" Her smile only widens as we are both playing a much more honest game, one where I acknowledge her power, and she acknowledges both equally valid tensions in me.

Ais… Why did I help her out. She didn't care about equivalence or utility. "I wasn't just experimenting with my skill. I did want to create a ripple, I wanted to touch the world and have a ripple reach back."

"Erik, join my Familia. You want to explore the dungeon, take, feel, experience? You will find the unabashed, unbowed, and those with enough stomach an' heart to not worry too much about how 'horrible' you can be."

I chuckle softly and let a smile grip my lips. "Is that what passes for a recruitment pitch around here? I've been a whore for the divines before, but the benefits were pretty sweet. If I am selling my services, I am not a cheap skank, but a fucking high class courtesan."

"Ohhhhh~ I can do more than that, I can make kneeling quite rewarding." Loki's eyes seem to glean under her thin slits as they impossibly seem to grow razor thin as reaches out to rub a thumb over the side of my neck. "But those high class ladies… They have protection, and an establishment. All very fine linings that you need from Momma Loki."

"Fine lining I need from any patron." I smile sharply "not to put too fine a point on it but this city has quite the selection, 'more wealthy than Miach' isn't a high bar."

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~ protection. Not just any Familia can stop someone else from muscling in and trying to start a war game to snatch you up sweetie~" Loki teases right back.

"Ah yes, flesh trade. How could I forget Orario is the God's meat market." Despite how shit a hand I say I have been dealt by reincarnation. It is so easy to forget how much anime loves its slavery.

"My that's quite the scary face for a mere waitress." Loki teases as for the first time since Mia set me straight, I had let madness consume me.

"Apologies." With a strained smile I swallow those feelings. "Though thanks to my infinite supply of Moth Dust can be protected by Ganesha, I do need a rare complement of both strength and savvy no? Something like a Goddess with enough connections in Orario to not only shoulder some cost for our shared venture, but to very carefully dilute our monopoly so no one grumbles *****too much, about all the money that we both deserve for our ***mutual talents we both bring?"

—
Twilight Manor

Despite leaving Prehevil behind, the unreality of my life seems to haunt me still.

It hardly 'feels real' to be in the room of the 'Goddess Loki' in the heart of her power 'Twilight Manor' in the city of Orario.

"Come on~ awww getting cold feet now ya have to strip before your Goddess?" With an obvious impish delight they raise they hand to cover their mouth without really hiding their smirk.

As I strip I can't help but feel a little lost in my head at how far I've come. All I survived, to end up naked before a literal Goddess.

A much more pleasant one compared to Slyvian I suppose.

"I've kneeled before the God's before but I suspect this will be so much more involved since you're claiming me. Getting all exclusive with me… So is it the tramp stamp on my back first or is that simply your version of the cherry on top?" As I fall on the bed with a casual crash I hide my blush by falling on my stomach preparing for the Falna only for the idle exploring hands of Loki to roam my back.

"A question of the orders of operations? Your flesh or your soul? I can't help but wonder which you want to give me in a little ribbon first~" Loki massages my back I roll my neck as my back tingles at the unfamiliar contact.

"If we are playing a game of twenty questions, did you really get into an eating contest with the embodiment of fire?" My breath catches after my question she tugs on my fucking ear.

"Ehhh! Who's been gossiping about me! Whispering in your ear poisoning ya against me? It can't be Baldur they ain't around enough..." Loki's eyes seem to some how thin even more as if their closing their eyes was supposed to make them even more inquisitive...

"I would prefer you not to do that again." Grabbing her wrist near my head I negotiate peace over my ear. "I suppose I was curious in mapping the boundaries of Loki in my head?"

"Ehhh? Curious about every plain and every valley of all this huh?" I chuckle as I feel her fingers slide down my sides to rest on my hips.

"Not just as an idle flirt. A Goddess is a conceptual force. Thieving some of that power has appeal, but I am also curious about what it means for you. Not just to be trickery, but for Loki to be the mold of trickery." More specifically to suss out how platonic forms are a factor in this universe. Like how Nas'hrah described the Gods of Funger.

"Wow under the skirt and lace ya are really a mage huh?~" Despite her teasing her hands squeeze as they grope my backside as she draws out this teasing… Vulnerability.

Jumping into a relationship isn't what I would normally do, I just wanted to flirt and mess around but now I have taken it this far, even if I get cold feet I think I have to almost in a bondage esq way, get accustomed to giving myself to someone.

Intimacy means that. Means wanting to be taken. "You know what, you are so fucking slow I am thinking about my life and my trauma and shit. I am going to start heckling if you don't hurry up."

"Oooooh tough crowd." I shiver as I feel a dildo slap onto my ass, not to penetrate Loki is really making me appreciate it first. I feel the dry toy's size, the ridges, the threat of intimacy even if I can't see it.

A silent threat, or perhaps benefit of the doubt to back out or stumble over what it means to wear a dress before Loki and how she will pay you back.

"Fine before my favorite waitress earns her generous tip, they are gonna have to earn it." They draw the dildo away from my back to slap the faux cock against my cheek. Heat explodes across my cheek and I feel my shoulders tense.

Tantalized, teased, tempted. I swallow faintly before leaning forward to lick the head of the dildo, its smooth and dark, maybe some kind of lacquered wood?

"Awww~ feeling shy? Ya talked such a good game but ya suck like shut in virgin~ not at all the kind of service I would expect from a 'High Class Courtesan.'" Loki is quite skilled with her words, even if this isn't exactly the kind of dirty talk I enjoy.

Well maybe I enjoy being pushed to be a more eager participant, I don't like the idea of being lukewarm about… Sex just because I am a neurotic person at heart.

"No take backsies. If you get tricked while also having the truth sense of a Goddess that's on you." After my glib response I gasp as my breath is taken as Loki from where she is kneeling besides me spanks my backside.

"Mmm~ sure I might have to be a Goddess of my word, but who is to say I can't punish ya~" I shudder as her hand tightens to grip the swell of my bottom, the skin feeling pinched as my blush slowly heats up like a stove turned up a notch above simmering.

My breath quivers as she relents, before slides in front of me where she gets off the bed to sway and teasingly dance her way to the bed side table where she withdraws a bunched up leather cord with straps.

Right in front of me she affixes the harness to her hips, the slot empty until she leans her pelvis closer as she looms over me and twists the dildo into the groves of her socket. "Thank ya' for helping me put that on. Now I think you should show me some fuckin' gratitude." Punctuating her point she drives her hips into my mouth by an inch.

Blushing hotter I gulp on her cock as I push deeper, taking her just until I convulse as she brushes my throat.

"Suck that strap. Look at me, ya want my connections, my resources? Then ya better give me a show~" I choke and rasps as her hips saw back and forth, the head of the toy taps my throat until I can't handle it.

I gasp for air as Loki prods my cheek and lips with the strap on making my face feel like it's burning now, no longer merely hot but warm enough to feel stifling. I can feel the faint abuse in my throat as I pull in breath.

It was not electrifying or anything a horny poet might write poetic couplets about how thunder swells in the passing of Loki or something like that. But it's more like tension that is being notched up like a car jack, incrementally I am being teased, pushed to somewhere where I can't maintain my usual distance, my comfortable detachment.

"Not so untouchable…" Loki's words soften to a husky hush making me shiver and blush at the thought. It should be obvious but my lack of control felt galling, humiliating. I had brought Logic to fruition, I had stacked bodies as a foundation for my own strength built on human sacrifice.

"Well…? What do you have to say for yourself?" Coy grin, always looking so smug and in control, Loki's expression is only different for how she looms over me. I feel utterly bashful and broken in a new way, a heart I had sealed shut has been pried and picked at and it felt like there was a certain sensitivity to feeling with it.

Like a vault dweller blinking in the harsh light of day as they see the sun for the first time, my heart trembles as the very air feels like the graze of a lover's touch.

"I… Want to be vulnerable, I don't want to act correct or like a high class courtesan, I want to." As I was thinking about how to ask, how I want to ask, how it would feel to be open and declare my desires. "-beg." Tears well in my eyes as I feel raw saying it. "And not worry about being teased too much. I want to give you my messy earnest self, I want to trust you with a part of myself that doesn't want adversarial back and forth."

"Haha so bitter but once ya break that outer shell, it's sweet and cloying underneath all those barriers." Loki's heavily lidded eyes finally gleamed as she looked at me searching my face as her expression glinted with amusement. Her teasing praise feels demeaning. I bristle faintly as I try to control myself.

Perhaps I should have picked my targets better. If I actually wanted to feel cared for, I would have shopped around, dated, and been normal. I had enjoyed being sought after, enough to be easy, enough to just throw myself at Loki because while working the bar might be good for me, I can't help but feel unfulfilled.

Fool that I am, no wonder I used to kind of dig manic pixie dream girls. It would have been convenient and just be able to be open and receive affection.

"And it spills everywhere, how embarrassing, to be so premature." I laugh at myself, intentionally playing with words to chastise myself for being so eager to gush and feel despite how my heart aches. "Sorry, this is exactly what I have been looking for, the complicated taste of life. I want you to show me what it means to feel alive, I want you. If I offer you my ass will you pop my cherry.~"

"There we go…" Loki's grin turns predatory as we sink into the heat of lust "you've stopped thinking about everything but being used."

I shiver as I nod and shimmy to slide near her, my body dragging across the bed as I grin and grab her thighs to anchor myself as I move to clamber up her lap. "Ha~... I am to used to winning, won't you give me a taste of sweet surrender.~"

I jolt as she swings her hips under me, my face flushing as I grin madly as I feel the scrape of the slick strap on my face burning brighter as it sinks in the presence isn't simply going to be polite or go away.

I feel her finally get the angle, stretching me apart and holding me open and feeling I hadn't felt in so long, due to living in a world war era world and being young for the most part.

That swollen feeling of being pierced. That invasive fullness thrilled me and made my mind blur with a kind of panic, an irrational fear I was feeling a parasite or something fit for Termina still.

"Since I am the Master in this arrangement, I suppose I must simply give ya a lesson in passion." Her hips lock against my skin, refusing to pull away as she slowly rolls and grinds.

"Yeah. That's. Better..." Not feeling it slide around, not thrusting is genuinely helping me not fucking lose my mind. "I would really like to just be normal. Haha…" Her body presses me down into the bed, the friction between us builds as rolls making the bed shift as she keeps pressing into my reaching my weak spot with a constant shifting massage.

"Ya would be too boring for me if ya were." I laugh a shocked burst of illicit delight. Her hands allowed no distance, running over my side warm against my skin as she didn't pull away once as she felt my thighs, slides up to my chest, before landing to firmly grip where my shoulder meets my neck.

"That almost sounds like permission. You really- Gods, Gods just crave feeling too don't you. You want to not feel… so untouchable, separated from the exhilaration of life huh." I reach back feeling her as our arms run parallel like support struts as I guide her face closer as the distance becomes more intimate.

Her hips move harder, more demanding seeking to break me down as she begins to growl about my attitude "Wordy little bitch. I didn't ask for commentary. In fact I am not asking.~"

Using her hands to guide the movement she pulls me from my hips down to meet her hips. I gasp and rock against her settling on her as I arch my back and tremble "But~ I-I was working up to talking about a popular metaphor for life being a peach~ then I was going to offer you my peach~" I laugh madly as my legs brush the covers as I struggle to angle myself, my control over my own body. Ambidexterity and my conditioning was mostly utility based. I admit with the perspective of a second life I intentionally became something of a 'fuck boy.'

Though I edge a bit closer to twunk range than I would prefer if I was truly living in an 'ideal' body.

Her movements had become more precise, just as hard as they drew up an in but filled with conviction. The motion calls to mind the term 'bouncing.'

"Ohhhh like that? Yeah~ that's right~ I want ya to break for me. Ya are going to learn to come apart~ get real used to being handled and used by your Goddess~" My eyes shoot open as she leans in to kiss me. I gasp against her lips as I am able to do little else but press back into the firm contact.

Feeling myself bounce against her as I gasped and felt her press down on the sensitive point inside my ass, it made me jolt and made my breath short after the kiss turning ragged as the rhythm and weight of the movement was sublime.

I was a battering ram signaling the end to a siege with the force of its percussion at the final stronghold of my composure.

The snap snap snap of her hips, the percussion of her meeting my ass in heated need chasing the peak.

"I-i'm gonna cum." It felt almost embarrassing to admit it somehow, I guess how long a guy can last is normal to worry about. Crazy maybe but not that crazy…

"Is that so?" Her hips slam forward with sudden force to hilt inside me, before slowly drawing back out of me. All to rocket back again with a sharp clap as her hips collide once more with bruising force.

"Hnnngk." An aborted wet sound is caught in my throat as heat blooms over my cheeks again.

"Such a pretty fucking show~!" Loki seizes the moment with urgent powerful strokes to accompany each word to squeeze more sounds from me as I squeeze her as she pegs me.

I throb and clench my body curling as I gasp for breath. I toss my head as the moment lasts for a heavy long moment.

Messy tacky heated seed is forced out as Loki giggles and punishes my prostate as my head swims. I feel an acute sense of everything on my skin, Loki's body as she slides out of me, the dripping rivers of cum, and sweat on my brow.

As my vision stabilizes I see Loki again near the bedside table. Then I see the glint of the knife and I move before I can think.

I slide forward to grab her in a headlock as I swallow roughly only to hear "Ohhhhh~ gonna punish your Goddess right back?" Her words are casual and playful, I blink as I look at the knife- I briefly consider her being into some real crazy shit in the bedroom before the context of this world reasserts itself.

"Oh. That's for the Falna." I let go, pulling back and disentangling from her back. I exhale long and hard as I tremble and rub my face with a hand.

"Bwahaha~ Oh did I scare ya~ might need to give ya~ safe little comfort word from here on don't I?" She treats it casually enough the social faux pas of reacting badly to live steel feels like something I am not trapped under.

"Yeah yeah, just don't treat that 'cute little scare' like an embarrassing story for when I was a baby." I was going to say baby pictures but then retract as I am not sure if 'Cameras' exist even at the upper limits of spending on luxury.

"No promises~ don't worry blackmail is best used as a threat anyway~"

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AN - Ultimately Loki is someone I have a faint interest in. But someone who is less loving than would be necessary to get me to be fully at ease around.

This AU might have more mental illness, dunno I don't know if I will want to revisit it. I kind of liked the idea of a less intimate more immediate dominance but I think im not a 'switch' enough for Loki. I feel like Loki would be best served by that flirty back and forth both sides working an angle type relationship where we're talking but that isn't intimacy or romance to me.

When I said composure, I realized my disco stats are high composure as well (in addition to encyclopedia) it is why I could probably handle a bunch of isekai shit even if it doesn't make me the best writer… Well it may help to be objective I suppose.

Anyway feedback for first time putting out smut would be nice.