Page 30 of Daddy's Justice

Chapter Nine

Morrigan

Every nerve in my body was aware of the giant sitting behind me. The level of sexual arousal I felt with him nearby was distracting. I needed to find a way to turn it off. His mere presence had my nipples tightening and my pussy gushing, which is exactly what happened when he joined me in the tub, using my breasts as handles to situate me where he wanted me, between his legs, naturally.

As our conversation commenced, my frustration tempered my passions.

My poor mother had to be distraught. We spoke every day, multiple times. She would be worried sick. I closed my eyes and thought about what was happening back home in Chicago. By now, my disappearance would have been noticed. Monica would have alerted the police, who, because of my closeness to the serial killer case, would have contacted our FBI counterparts. An entire team would be out searching for me, trying to trace my last steps.

Of course, they wouldn’t find anything. No DNA, nothing on cameras, no witnesses… there never was. The fact that Forseti had used some sort of power to get me here meant their checking at toll booths, train stations and airports would be a total waste of time. Everyone would be freaking out. Damn it. I fought back tears thinking about it. I wouldn’t want to cause anyone pain or anxiety and Forseti was being unrelenting with allowing me to contact them. I needed to get word to everyone—the resources needed to be used on our real victims, not on a nationwide search for me.

Why did dark elves have to be chasing me? What the hell were dark elves anyway? The name didn’t conjure images of fear. When I thought about dark elves, I imagined Keebler elves dressed in black leather and laughed.

“What is so funny?” Forseti asked.

“I was just imagining dark elves.”

“Oh? What image came to you?”

“Keebler Elves dressed in all black leather with black eyeliner and lipstick.”

He chuckled. “If only that were the case. Dark elves are feared, only in part for how they look. They are more feared for what they do. Dark elves can suck up the light of the world and plunge entire realms into a deep depression of all-consuming darkness. They are the oldest known species in history. They are the cruelest of all known beings and their end goal is to thrust the universe back into the darkness from which life emerged. They are tall, not small like humans have decided to classify them, and although thin, they are master combatants. Their appearances are frightening, like something out of a human horror movie. Often, they will have silver-forged masks over their faces.”

“Well, they sound…” I grasped for the word. “Demonic?”

“The images of Christian demons are mild compared to dark elves, believe me.”

“How did Loki get them to do his bidding?”

“I am not entirely sure,” he admitted. “That is one question I want answered myself. He is the king of trickery, manipulation and deception. Loki also shape shifts often. Many end up doing his bidding without ever knowing it was him they were dealing with. The thing to remember about Loki is that he is a narcissist.”

“Isn’t he your uncle?” I tried to remember my Norse history.

“Aye, Odin adopted him after killing his father.”

“How nice of him.”

“It is a lot more complicated than that, little goddess.”

“Try me.”

“Loki has always greatly resented the fact that Thor was loved more than he was as a child, although my grandparents would argue that wasn’t the case and simply how Loki saw things. I will say, I do think my grandparents could have been more loving to Loki. His lack of love and attention is what eventually led him to stray off the path and become a villain.”

“I’ve known of foster children with similar situations. Lack of love, positive role models and attention, and they end up in a lot of trouble.” I was starting to feel sorry for Loki. Adopted by the person who killed his father, never truly accepted and loved for who he was. A lost little boy in need of unconditional love and acceptance.

“I see that look.” Forseti chuckled, shaking his head at me. “Don’t feel bad for Loki. Remember, little goddess, he isn’t a human. He is a god and everything is different in our realm. He is searching for you and sending the darkest forces known in all of existence to track you down and kill you. They will wipe Kara and Edda off the face of the world without a second thought to get to you.”

His words penetrated. Not only was my life a danger to my family, but to my new friends as well.

I knew then what I had to do. I had to leave. I couldn’t be the reason that Forseti, Kara and Edda were put in danger. I would go home to my parents’ house and say goodbye to them and my siblings before arranging a meeting with Loki to negotiate my surrender. Maybe I could convince him that I wasn’t dangerous, that I wasn’t a threat to him. After all, I was the only one of the chosen valkyries left, the only one not slaughtered by his forces. Surely, alone, I had no power over them. My mind made up, I decided to enjoy this one last night with my straight-out-of-a-romance-novel Daddy Dom. It might, after all, be my last.

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Forseti

I felt Morrigan relax in my arms after my declaration. I wondered briefly at her sudden show of submission, but chalked it up to her finally comprehending the gravity of the situation. After unbraiding her hair, I reached around her. I draped my arm across her breast, grabbing the shampoo and cup from the corner of the tub. I scooped up the warm water.

“Tilt your head back,” I commanded, happy when she obeyed immediately. We were finally getting somewhere. The water poured over her long blonde hair, and I got to work massaging the shampoo into a lather. I rubbed her head firmly, circling my fingertips on her scalp. A low moan escaped from her lips, the sound arousing me, my manhood becoming erect. I glanced at her reflection in the faucet. Her eyes were closed, her lips were slightly parted. I reached around again, this time lingering a bit on her bare breasts, brushing my hand over her nipple, flipping the switch to allow the water to drain and then turning the water on. I filled up the cup several times and worked on rinsing the soap out of her hair.

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