Page 29 of Loki

Nik stomped out after her. "If this is more pointless accusations, after you did not arrive last night, I will not listen. You have one last chance. Tonight."

Loki wet his lips, letting the little pink tip of Jorunn's tongue tantalise the man the way it did him. Of course, this man would never know the sheer pleasure of Jorunn's tongue as she ran it up the length of his cock...

"I was afraid. I've never...been with a man before," Loki said.

Nik's eyes widened, then got greedy. "I'll be your first?"

"I wanted my first time to be special. On the beach. Can we...go down to the lake? With a blanket? So we're alone?" Loki pleaded. "After everyone's gone to bed, and the moon's up. It'll be more romantic in the moonlight."

Nik snorted. "You silly Aussie girls, with your romance. Tonight, I will teach you everything you need to know about romance." He gave a curt nod. "Meet me by the lake at midnight. If you are late...I'll see that Karl sends you straight back to Australia on the next plane."

Loki ducked his head, trying to appear subservient while actually hiding his smile. This man was so boringly predictable. "Yes, Dr Fridolfsen." He trudged back to Jorunn's tent, waiting until he was inside before he dropped the illusion.

"Did he agree?" she asked.

Loki nodded, peeling off his clothes. "We have until midnight, and I mean to have you in every way possible before then, so that you are sound asleep when I go to seduce that fool of a thief."

Their frenzy of lovemaking was over too soon, and Loki did not want to leave her for the chilly night air, but he could not let her tormentor get away with his crimes, either. By the time the sun rose, he swore, the man would never bother Jorunn again.

Loki stepped out of her tent, clothed in the illusion of a gown he'd found in the bottom of her bag. Thin silk that hid little of what was underneath, even if it reached his ankles. He'd added a coat and a pair of fur-lined boots for warmth, which the real Jorunn would need, though he did not.

He arrived at the lake first, as he'd planned, and laid the illusion of a blanket on a particularly deep patch of ice, which was flatter than the surrounding rocks.

Offering a silent apology to Jorunn, he cast a magic bubble on the air above the blanket, invisible but warm. This wouldn't work unless he could get the man to take his clothes off.

A quarter hour after midnight, the man finally appeared, swaggering down the slope as though he'd stuffed a feather pillow down his pants where his balls should be.

He stopped at the edge of the blanket. No greeting, just staring. "I want you to get naked," he grunted.

"Can I see you first?" Loki asked timorously. He even managed to make his voice tremble.

The brute shrugged out of his jacket, and set it aside. "Your turn."

Loki removed the illusion of a coat, placing it on the blanket beside him. The sheer silk gown beneath fluttered in a non-existent breeze, plastering it against Jorunn's illusory curves. Loki even poked pretend nipples through it.

Nik let out a grunt of approval, then dropped to the ground to remove first his boots, then his pants, until he sat on the edge of the blanket in just a tunic, within arm's reach of Loki. "Now you."

He'd left her feet bare within the boots, but he hadn't bothered with stockings or hose beneath the gown, and he didn't intend to change the illusion now.

It was Nik's turn to remove his tunic, so Loki just sat there and waited, but the man didn't move. Instead, he said, "Get on your hands and knees."

Glad he was still wearing his boots and trousers beneath the illusion, Loki did as he was bid. He heard the man drop heavily to his knees behind him, before he grasped the gown with both hands and tore it away.

Loki fought to hold the illusion as the man tossed the ripped gown onto the rocks. He prayed Jorunn would forgive him for allowing this brute to see her naked form, even if it was only an illusion. Then the man's hands came down on his hips and...

Loki shifted, dropping the illusion entirely.

Before he clocked the man with his antlers, sending him sprawling face first on the ice. He waited to see if Nik would get up, but the man stayed down.

Good.

Then Loki began to rub the man liberally with reindeer musk, fresh from the glands of the female reindeer he'd transformed into. One in full oestrus, of course. Occasionally, he stopped to let out a mating call, grinning when he got a response from a male not far away.

Finally, Loki ran out of musk, but it didn't matter. He didn't need it any more. He let out a reedy bellow, like a young male reindeer who couldn't believe his luck, right in the man's ear.

The stunned man woke with a start.

Just as the herd arrived.

---