Enchanted Pencil Loki x Reader 1

As the average writer, you took any type of inspiration you could get. Well since you were the starving writer. Sometimes you would go on long tidious walks out of towns to other towns in terrible weather. Your feet hurting like hell.

You tried everthing to sell your stories. You gone to pull if libaries putting your work on the Internet and still that held no promise for all that did was give your story idea to someone else to copy and plagerize. You even gone to publisher companies and all they did was laugh in your face.

The only thing you were thankful for was that you had no child to look after. You trudged through yet another blistering hot day. Your sleeping bag, and personal items were probably all sizzling hot to the touch. Right now, you did not care all you wanted was for shade, water, and possibly shelter. Your eyes were too dry to tear-up from how many times you cried last night.

Why was The Lord against you, you did nothing wrong, all you did was write stories about a fake god, known as Loki taking over the cosmos. Kidnapping a priest daughter to become his personal sex slave, then for the daughter to later fall for the god of mischief and find happieness.

Seems there was a book already done on that, you did one on Loki as an unfortunate wizard who finds out his powers and goes to a school... Agh already been done. You tried everything. With Loki as your main character. One publisher even said, come back with a story without the character Loki and we might actually look at the manuscript instead of just the title.

You guess You have no talent, when You was growing up people loved your stories, You had such a unique mind. People thought You should become a writer.

The sun finally hid behind a bunch of gray and dark clouds. 'Yay, no more hot sun.' You thought till rain began to pour.

You ran for the nearest shelter till you found what appeared to be a smallish looking tower. Might as well have been a blacksmith shop. And it was. You pryed open the door. The dust was so thick in here you might as well get wet.

You started a fire, and sat down. It was warm and there was a bed and desk. Upon the desk, you noticed a peculiar shiny opject. Dusting it off, it was a golden case, for some pen, maybe or pencil? A message was on the bottom:

Write to your hearts delight but be forewarned for what may seem good in your head maybe your undoing!

You opened the case to find a pencil, a silver pencil... Well couldn't hurt to try. So you took out your journal and began to write. For sometime now you have been in need of sexual release and well you wondered what would it be like to have pubs. Then many ideas popped into your head, you could get back at all those jerks who laughed at you, and those people who stole your work. So you began to write... A story about how a maidan was being watched in a tower... You heard a howl, then the door was destroyed, a raven black wolf entered the tower, glowing green eyes staring at you. Ready to pounce. You were scared, you had no idea the pencil would bring into exsistance a wolf. He pounced on you, slashing and tearing your clothes, began to lick at your exposed flesh, you felt something prod your soaking clit. The wolfs stiff length. You pleaded with your eyes for him not to enter you. You thought you saw a smirk, when suddenly a shock wave of unbareable pain entered your core. The massive cock began to rip you in two as it trusted in and out at a such painful velocity; it just went deeper inside you with every rock of his hips. Your screams became chocked sobs as the pain soon turned into pleasure. The cock hitting your g-spot every time. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you felt your cunt conpulse on him. Screaming in escasty as he filled you whole with his seed.

Once the raven black wolf emptied himself inside you.

To be continued...