Loki hadn't said a word to her all morning, much to Darcy's irritation. She had hoped that there would be something, some innuendo or flirting, even a hello would suffice. Now that everyone was awake, they were all gathered in the vast dining hall for breakfast. She toyed with a slice of fresh fruit on her plate as she stared at Thor and Jane across the table; the scientist was giggling at something that the blonde god was whispering to her. Their little visit seemed to be going very diplomatically indeed.
From down the opposite end, she heard Volgstaff's booming voice as he related a tale to the other Warriors while cramming slices of pork into his mouth. Seated directly beside Darcy, Loki remained a silent, taunting presence in black leather. Gods, she loved that damn leather. She viciously speared another piece of melon with her fork and ate it, hoping that the vitamins might improve her mood. Her other hand rested on her leg beneath the table. Darcy had a habit of putting her elbows on the table in childhood, which often prompted her mother to jab her with a fork as a reminder that 'ladies' didn't eat like that. This somewhat violent overreaction had served its purpose, and Darcy was always cautious to mind her manners, especially now that she was in a palace. Suddenly, she felt Loki reach over under the table and rest his hand over hers. Her eyes flew to his face, but the god stared ahead passively while he moved her hand, bringing it against his crotch. Feeling the hardness swelling beneath her fingers, she flushed, feeling startled, aroused, and furious all at once. Oh, the audacity. Mmmm, yes, the audacity indeed.
His hand covering her smaller one, he prompted her to gently begin to rub him through the fabric of his pants. Thankfully, everyone else was oblivious, chatting and eating. Feeling bolder, Darcy took the initiative and began to cup and squeeze, trying to stroke, wishing that Asgardian clothes were not so cumbersome, despite their aesthetic appeal. Loki seemed pleased at this, if she wasn't mistaken, his breathing quickened and his eyelids fluttered the faintest bit. Good, Darcy thought to herself, proud that she'd disarmed him a little after everything he'd done to her. Abruptly he halted her motions, grabbing her hand and setting it back on her own knee, still looking straight ahead.
Loki was an infuriating creature, yet Darcy could not help but be attracted to him, and whatever game he was playing only made her blood hotter. The fact that she couldn't figure him out at all only made him more alluring. Her pussy still tingled from the memory of the previous night, the quiet dream-like fucking that she'd received. It had been, hands down, the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced.
His silence continued on throughout the day, in fact he mostly ignored her, expect for that strange tactile interlude beneath the breakfast table. This left Darcy feeling more than a little bothered. Now it was later in the afternoon and Jane had gone off somewhere with Thor, leaving her alone. She already felt like third wheel, and abandoment just confirmed it. Though it was an incredible experience to be on another world, she hadn't anticipated the loneliness. Deciding to stop feeling sorry for herself, Darcy went on a long walk around the palace grounds. Finally she arrived in a vast and beautiful garden surrounded by a stone wall. It was filled with exotic plants and flowers, the colors seeming so much more vibrant than those on Earth. Her eyes caught on a large blossom with oval shaped magenta petals that shimmered with an attractive iridescence. Captivated, she bent down and reached out a hand towards it.
''I wouldn't touch that if I were you,'' said a deep voice from behind her. She whirled around to see Loki standing there watching her as he leaned casually against a tree. A small smile flickered at the corners of his thin lips. ''Why not?'' she asked breathlessly. ''It is poisonous?''
''No, not as such, but it is a powerful aphrodisiac, often used in love potions. They say it can render one witless. On second thought,'' he said, cocking his head to the side and studying her, ''touch it all you like. Apparently it works topically, the active chemicals are slowly absorbed through the skin. As a matter of fact,'' his tone grew very wicked and his eyes darkened, ''why don't you rub it all over your body, see if it renders you witless for me.''
She flushed deeply, and then all of her restless irritation swarmed to the fore. ''Ok, what is it that you want?'' Darcy demanded, putting her hands on her hips.
The god moved closer so quickly that it seemed he was standing beside her in less than a blink. ''Too many things to name, pet,'' he replied.
''I mean, more specifically, what do you want from me? You want to fuck while I'm here, that's fine, just so long as we're on the same page.''
''I doubt that you and I will ever be on that same page, mortal,'' he told her with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes. ''Oh, here we go with the godliness, kneel before me, pitiful mortal-''
Loki gripped her chin, silencing her and forcing her to look up at him. ''I like you better when you're sleeping,'' he said.
''Me too!'' Darcy shot back.
He raised one dark eyebrow. ''Oh, really?''
''Yeah, not that I don't love this scintillating conversation and all, but you're a lot more bearable when you have your cock inside of me.''
The pupils of his blue-green eyes widened and then he laughed. ''Oh, I'm sure. But I want you to have to wait for it. We're better at night. Besides, I want you to be aching and needy, so much so that you do whatever I say, that you melt in my hands.'' Loki slid around to stand at the back of her, stroking his hands over her shoulders. Then he ground his hips into her and Darcy could feel his hardness against her lower back. Those searching hands slipped round the front of her body and up beneath her shirt, skimming over her belly then higher until they closed over her breasts, which were covered by the lace and wire of her bra. ''I hate these stupid garments,'' he complained, and then, just like that, her bra had vanished. Darcy really hoped that it wasn't irretrievable, it was one of her more expensive items of lingerie.
That thought soon fled from her mind as she felt the god's cool touch directly on her skin, cupping her tits, pinching her nipples. ''I have to say, you are exquisite,'' he admitted as he fondled her. ''I've thought so from the first night I saw you lying there, naked and inviting. You responded so very eagerly to my touch. I couldn't wait to get these in my mouth, wondered what they'd look like splattered with my seed.''
This talk was beginning to make Darcy very hot; she could feel the familiar damp throbbing start between her thighs, her skin felt tight and oversensitive, and every time he pinched her nipple it sent shockwaves straight to her clit. Generally she wasn't a fan of guys coming on her, but for some reason the thought of Loki doing it pushed all her buttons the good way.
''Also I think I want my cock between them,'' he continued, lazily still rubbing his considerable hard-on against her. ''And in your lovely mouth, of course. I wonder if you felt me pressed against your lips last night.''
She did, and a slight tremble ran through her at the memory.
''Oh, liked that, did you?'' he whispered against her ear. ''That was just a taste. I can't wait to give you all of it, see how pretty you are with me down your throat.''
Darcy's head swam as she imagined it, as she let all his filthy words wash over her, painting heated pictures in languid smoke. It wasn't until she felt the warm breeze on her skin that she realized that Loki had pulled down the front of her top, and now her breasts were completely exposed. ''Hey!'' she hissed, ''what if someone sees?''
''What if they do?'' he replied nonchalantly. Then he spun her around and lifted her up, pressing her against the stone wall of the garden. She was wearing a skirt, and when she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him close she could feel him solidly against her through the thin fabric of her underwear. Though Loki was still fully clothed, his hard length offered an inredible amount of stimulation. Putting her arms around his neck, Darcy pressed into him; he rocked back against her in response and they started a nasty, grinding rhythm. The oddness of the situation was not lost of her: she's certainly never thought that she'd find herself on another world, dry humping with a god like a couple of horny teenagers but her life had never exactly been conventional. Darcy moaned and wriggled her hips, the drag of his covered prick against her clit was driving her wild. Her breasts were the only part of her that was bare and as Loki rutted against her he'd lean down and flick at them with his tongue. The motion of his hips grew more insistent, and she felt her orgasm building.
''Close your eyes,'' he demanded. She didn't want to, but this seemed to be a key component in their...interactions. So she did. ''There's my good girl, so sweet,'' he crooned as she relaxed her body, which only increased the stimulation. Darcy felt those pleasure-fireworks starting to go off in her swollen clit and she gasped and whimpered as he drove her up into climax, her legs clutching tightly around him. He pressed into her, bucking hard against her orgasming pussy, then gripped her and moaned as his hips jerked and she felt a vague spreading dampness. Eyes still closed, Darcy acknowledged a deep sense of satisfaction and delight: there was something very hot about knowing that she'd made him come in his pants.
''You little demon,'' Loki whispered, his breath hitching slightly. Then she felt his mouth against hers. ''Tonight,'' he promised, darkness coating the words, making them sticky-sweet. He set her down and she rested on somewhat wobbly legs then opened her eyes. She was alone in the garden.