"Again." I sighed, trying to calm my nerves as I did.
"Please fuck me sir. Please I need to feel you in me." My voice was almost a whisper as I spoke, unable to speak with the conviction he perhaps wanted. With a permanent crooked smile on his face, he walked over to me slowly, my eyes never leaving his even as I felt like I should avert my gaze.
"How is it that one of the most skilled sorceresses I've ever met, one who would stop Mjølnir mid-flight, is embarrassed by her desire?" He crouched down in front of me and now I did attempt to avert my gaze, but he brought his hand under my chin, forcing me to maintain eye-contact. "You who could, and almost did, bring Gods to their knees with desire, should never hide behind embarrassment. There is no shame in asking for what you want." Moving his finger from under my chin, he brought it across my cheek before tucking my hair behind my ear. "So, again." He commanded. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I tried to tell myself this wasn't giving in to him completely. There was no way I would trust him outside of these encounters. Here at least his actions and motivations were somewhat clear. This I could trust him with.
"Please fuck me. I want to feel you in me, sir. I need you to fuck me."
"Stand." I followed his commands, which seemed to please him even more. He brought his hands to cup my face and pulled me to his lips. He remained so controlled, but his passion and force allowed me to get lost in the moment. I hadn't realised how hesitant I'd become, but now my desire washed over me completely. It was calming, all worries and thoughts becoming lost in the kiss. I sunk into him completely, bringing my arms around his shoulders as I happily let him take what he wanted from the kiss.
As my passion rid my mind of all embarrassment I started pressing into the kiss harder, trying to gain a sense of control. To my surprise, he didn't fight against it, instead moaning into my lips. One of my hands pulled at raven locks whilst the other held the back of his neck, securing him firmly in place and making sure he wouldn't retreat from the kiss. In response his hands graced down my body, freely exploring my curves. Eventually, he grabbed at my hips and pulled me off of the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried me to the bedroom without his lips leaving mine. We fell together onto his mattress. My hands left his head and neck and began to run over his muscular back. Remembering how he reacted from my nails before, I scratched firmly down his back. His lips stopped moving in response as a deep groan left him. In a quick movement he captured my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged at it. With a moan, I pushed my hips up to his, moaning at the pressure when our groins met. Frustrated he was still dressed, I moved my hands to the waist of his trousers and went to tug them down. Before I could move them at all, his hands found my wrists and pushed them roughly above my head, pinning me beneath him. I groaned at the feeling, flexing my hips again. Another smile crossed his face before he pressed his lips to my neck, kissing and licking my skin in a downwards motion. When he reached the skin on my upper breast he pulled it into his mouth and began to suck and bite harshly. It felt different to when he would do the same to my neck, but still just as pleasant. I tried to prevent my hips from bucking beneath him and held them firmly against the mattress. As a result, he pressed himself firmly against me, the weight of his body and his hands still around my wrists pinning me against his bed.
When his mark was left he stared up at me and I met his gaze after briefly studying the mark. I couldn't help but get even more aroused at the sight of his mark on me, and he smiled at my thoughts.
"I've learnt quite a bit about you after observing you these past six months." His hands moved off of my wrists, but I did not move my arms which caused him to laugh deeply and seductively. Both of his hands grazed across my breasts before cupping them softly. "You crave roughness." His fingers pulled at my nipples almost painfully before rolling them in his fingers. A deep groan left me as my eyes fluttered closed and I threw my head back further into his mattress. "You enjoy how pain can add to your pleasure, it's one of the things that drew me to you." When his fingers let go I tried to steady my breathing slightly.
"You couldn't have possibly known that." He laughed softly at my words before groping my breasts rougher than last time.
"I had a very high suspicion. You ignore your pain in training, meaning you have a high tolerance for it. When we spared at the beginning of the year the grip I placed you in should have been vaguely painful. Still, you pressed yourself into me. That brings me onto three other realisations." In a flash of green, I felt a material at my wrists before they pulled my arms above my head. I recognised the roughness of the rope as it grazed my skin and when I tried to tug I couldn't move my arms. His right hand moved from my breast, and he ran his thumb over my bottom lip. The fact I was bound should have panicked me, given my past, but feeling helpless beneath him was so erotic I couldn't help but moan at the thought of him fucking me while I was completely bound.
"As I thought, you enjoy being restrained." His hand left my lip and moved down across the front of my neck. I tilted my head as much as the bed would allow instantly, providing him access. In response, his hand wrapped around my throat and my lips parted as I began to pant at the feeling. I remembered how it felt when he cut off my air as I built before and how it increased the pleasure of my orgasm. "You love this. It's an interesting one, something I didn't know I would enjoy doing until you so willingly exposed it for me." With a flash of green, I was unbound, and his hands were off of me. I whined, actually whined, with the lack of contact. I watched as he moved to the other side of the bed and settled down with his back against the headboard. He moved his legs so there was a space between them and then beckoned me over with a finger. I moved, sitting between his legs, and enjoying the feeling of his chest on my back. He brought his hands back over, fondling my breasts once more.
"What was the third?" I asked, my voice giving away my neediness. His right hand grazed over my nipple and down my body before finding my clit. My head closed the little distance between us, settling just under his collar bone, as he began to stroke my clit expertly. Through my closed lids I saw a spark and opened to see a green burst before his dagger appeared. I moaned, remembering how it felt on my skin before.
Mirroring his actions from January, he graced the cool metal down my cheek and across my throat. Part of me realised how utterly helpless I was in this moment, his hand on my clit and a dagger to my throat. How many men had I killed in a moment like this? And yet I felt peaceful, I knew he wouldn't hurt me, even if I didn't fully trust him. This wasn't a threatening gesture, instead it was intensely erotic. Then, not pushing it further, he vanished the dagger, settling his left hand back over my throat.
"There is so much we are going to explore, pet. Now you've finally admitted your mine." I went to protest that I didn't really do such a thing but didn't voice my opinion. Partly because the truth was my body was his and it was futile to pretend otherwise, especially in this moment. Mostly, because he was edging me closer and closer to an orgasm and I was still yet to feel him inside of me. He chuckled, hearing my thoughts, before ordering me onto my hands and knees. I complied, excitement and lust making me obey his commands. I noticed a small glow of green fill the room before I felt him against me and moaned loudly as he pressed against me. The tip of his cock pressed directly against my clit before moving down my pussy slowly, pausing at my entrance. I tried my best to stay still, but when he went to move back up towards my clit I bucked my hips to try and get him where I needed him.
"Something you want?" I rolled my eyes slightly at how much he was enjoying this. I had thought it had been because he just enjoyed teasing me, and I was still sure that was a large part of it, but perhaps he also just enjoyed someone giving themselves to him over and over again. He moved against me again, cutting off any coherent thoughts.
"Please... please." I whispered, trying to buck my hips again until my movements were cut off by his hands on my waist. Before I could beg again, he pushed the tip of his cock into me, and my words were replaced with moans. I felt him push past the initial tight band within me before slowly pushing further and further. I groaned at just how good he felt in me, especially in this position where it felt like every movement was amplified. I pressed my cheek into his mattress as I focussed on keeping my body still for him. When I felt him flush against me I groaned at how full I felt. The tip of his cock pressed deep inside me, and any movement was almost unbearably pleasurable. He slowly pulled back out almost completely before he slammed back into me. I screamed in pleasure as he continued to slam into me again and again, hitting against the spot deep within me. I was unable to form any thoughts past the unbelievable pleasure he was giving me.
Through his groans of pleasure, he was whispering words of praise, telling me how good I was being and how well I was taking him. It was pushing me further and further towards the edge as he relentlessly pounded into me. Then he brought one of his hands into my hair and pulled it, so my head arched backwards. It allowed him to push somehow deeper into me, filling me to my absolute limit. As he did I screamed his name before he pushed my head back into the mattress. A large slapping sound rang out as his other hand spanked my ass in one hard movement. The pain seemed to only make everything better as the sting was elongated from him slamming against me.
"You're mine." He hissed quietly as his thrusts became quicker and less controlled. I could only moan in response and his hand reached around and began to stroke my clit. "Come for me, Kaya." He groaned as he continued thrusting into me. The feeling of him hitting the spot deep within me again and again combined with the pressure on my clit was enough to push me over the edge. I came saying his name almost incoherently over and over again. I felt myself tighten as I did and he thrusted into me a few more times before coming inside of me, my name echoing around the room as he did.
When he finished he stayed inside of me for a few moments before eventually pulling out and pulling me into his arms. I was completely exhausted and entirely relaxed as I sank into his side, and he wrapped his body around mine. I seemed to fit perfectly against him, my back lining up against him so completely. I'd never felt more secure or safer, even if it was Loki I was with.
"Thank you." I murmured as my panting died down. He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss into my hair as my exhaustion threatened to push me into sleep. He muttered something in a language I didn't know before gently brushing my hair back with his hands. Sleepily, I turned around and felt him stiffen as I wrapped my arm around his waist and buried my head into his shoulder. He was incredibly warm and the hum of our magic through our skin felt so peaceful. Eventually, he relaxed, resting one arm around me, and using the other hand to continue playing with my hair. And at that moment I couldn't care about anything else. Not about how he wasn't trustworthy, or about how I should definitely fall asleep next to him. Neither could I care that people would hate me if they found out. Instead, all I could care about was how utterly perfect it felt pressed against him and how blissful this moment was. I wanted it to last forever. Spending evenings coming undone because of him and then nights falling asleep in his arms. But nothing good seemed to last forever. And this would barely last a day.