A/N: Thank you for the reviews, favourites and follows! My heart soars with glee.
Loki shall revisit Jane in Chapter 4. Tonight, I am introducing a second OC to you, a fiery redhead with a thirst to be quenched. Also, I took into consideration the reviewer who suggested the cell idea. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Made to be Ruled
Chapter II: Dungeon Flames
Loki looked upon his captive woman with pride. In the candlelight of his dungeon, she looked young – she couldn't have been older than twenty-five. That was a mere quarter of a century, compared to his centuries of life. Hundreds of years ago, when he first began to conquer women, he had voraciously pursued nearly every one he caught whiff of. But these experiences only served to refine his tastes. Today, he was much more selective.
And yet his appetite remained just as rapacious, just as insatiable, as it had always been.
The young woman's eyes fluttered open. She felt like she had been drugged and was waking up from a coma. Her mind tried, in vain, to make sense of her current surroundings.
Haphazardly strewn on various ledges on the gray brick walls were candles, ablaze with relentless fire, the only source of light; there were no windows. The ground was cement which feverishly sucked the heat from her knees and lower legs. She realized she was sitting with her feet tucked under her bum, and that her arms felt numb. She wiggled her wrists around and felt that they were confined in iron cuffs, chained to the wall above her head. She was trapped in a corner of the room. Then she looked down at her body and realized why she was freezing cold.
She was completely naked.
Loki grinned, watching the young woman's breath quicken as confusion spread across her face. He had been waiting, sitting on the bed, shrouded in relative darkness. Before his captive began to panic, Loki snapped his fingers. The fireplace at the foot of his bed suddenly erupted in blue flames, illuminating his lithe body. He was wearing pants but had decided to leave the rest of his smooth, flawless skin bare. The glow of the firelight kissed his elegant cheekbones and clavicle.
The woman looked at the new source of light, then at the bed and then, finally, at her captor. Her eyes widened at the sight of the man's beautiful eyes and wicked smile.
Loki kept his gaze steady with the woman's unblinking stare. "Welcome to my dungeon," he said, his voice cool, as if he was hosting Sunday brunch. His eyes wandered down to her breasts, which looked as succulent as the inside of an apple. Her nipples were unabashedly erect. "Are you cold?" Loki teased.
It was not the sound of his voice that irritated the woman. No, the sound of his voice was like warm brandy poured over creamy dessert.
It was his tone. That arrogant tone of voice irritated her instantly.
Her light eyebrows knit together and her lips curled into a snarl. "Fuck you," she said.
Loki laughed, standing up. "I see I've captured a little spitfire," he remarked, slowly striding over to her. He stood directly in front of her. She had to crane her neck upwards, past his dark pink nipples and the efficient muscles of his arms, to avoid staring right at his crotch. Loki reached his hands out to toy with the auburn waves cascading down the woman's shoulders. "You're as fierce as the hue of your hair, aren't you, Red?"
"My name," the woman said, "is Quinn."
"Despite your weakened state, you still demand respect. Admirable," Loki said. He gave her hair another caress before grabbing it and yanking her head into his crotch. "But futile."
His pants were low slung, so her forehead pressed against the bare skin of his lower abdomen. Both his abs and the bulge in his pants were hard as granite.
Loki released Quinn's head, finally, allowing her a chance to breathe. He kept his eyes fixed on her face, analyzing her reaction to being pressed against his larger-than-life male organ.
"Now you know," he said, "how desperately I need you." His slender legs bent at the knees until his gaze was parallel with Quinn's. The colour of his eyes seemed to shift from green to blue, or was that the candlelight playing tricks? Quinn wondered.
Loki placed his hands on her knees. "Bring your feet forward," he commanded.
Quinn untucked her feet from under herself so that her bum was on the floor. She lengthened her legs directly out in front of her, on either side of Loki's bare feet. She noticed the graceful arches of his feet. The big toe of his left foot pointed inward ever so slightly. His toes were immaculate. Quinn felt a strange urge to suck them.
Loki rubbed his thumbs lightly on the inside of Quinn's legs, just below her knees. Then he massaged her calves slowly, the friction warming her skin.
"I don't know if want me to relax, or what, but it's not working," Quinn said, her toes curling.
One corner of Loki's mouth turned up. "I don't want you to relax, Red…" he said, a tiger biding his time. He continued to massage her legs, slowly pushing them further and further apart. He began to lower his face to the ground. Then –
He pulled her knees up and wrapped her legs around his neck. "I want you to come." He buried his face between her legs.
Quinn gasped at the feel of his warm, wet tongue flitting like a hummingbird against her. It felt as if he had an army of tongues, licking her in the spot other men had never seemed to discover.
Quinn felt as if she were slipping back into her drugged coma, her eyelids falling shut. Loki's mouth was magic, whispering silent spells to her center. She began to heat up between her legs and moaned as the warmth spread all the way to her fingertips. She gripped the chains that fastened her iron cuffs to the wall.
Loki hummed, sending more vibrations throughout Quinn's body. He began to rub the insides of Quinn's thighs with his hands. He drank in the sweet taste of his captive woman, pleased that he had got her going in such a short time.
Quinn pressed herself into Loki's face. Her high voice escaped her throat as she felt a slender finger enter her, slipping in easily. She forgot about the iron cuffs, forgot about the brick walls and the fireplace. In her mind, she was approaching a cliff and preparing to dive out over the edge into a lush field of flowers and honey and feathers and…
A cold draft grazed the wetness between her legs. Startled, Quinn's eyes opened and she was shocked to see Loki was no longer between her thighs but, instead, sitting on the bed with a smirk. How the hell did he get over there?
That smug look on Loki's face absolutely infuriated Quinn. Once again, she was alone on the cold, hard floor. "No-o-o," she cried.
Loki watched her hang her head as he reveled in his own power to reduce a woman to her carnal instincts. He licked his lips, savouring the taste of her excitement. "Day after day, you sweat and toil, striving for merely the illusion of freedom. Give up that life. Surrender yourself to me," he said. "And I will give you the release you truly need."
Quinn brought her head up to look at him.
Loki waved his hand in the air, magically releasing the cuffs from Quinn's wrists.
Quinn dropped her arms, grateful for the blood flowing back into them. She stood up, wobbly at first. She ached in places she didn't know could ache. She felt so empty.
She needed Loki to fill her.
Loki held his arms out to receive Quinn as she took one tentative step towards him.
And then she was running. She jumped onto him, pushing him back on the bed and straddling him. Loki was stunned for a moment, which was all the time it took for Quinn to throw her arms around his neck and kiss him ferociously. Her tongue slid between his lips, past his teeth, and played with his tongue, the tongue that had been against her center, teasing her, only moments ago.
Loki unzipped his pants and quickly wiggled out of them, tossing them aside. He needed his hands free so that he could grab those breasts that he'd been craving this whole time. He shoved his face between Quinn's breasts and pressed them against his cheeks, as if he were trying to drown himself in her softness.
Quinn felt his organ sticking straight up, the tip of it grazing her center. She slid back and forth on it ever so slightly, hearing Loki's muffled moan. She smiled, enjoying the idea of being able to tease the God of Mischief. "Finish me first. Then you can have it," Quinn said.
Loki's face reappeared. "I will be the one deciding when I can have you," he said, flipping Quinn onto her back. He grasped her wrists and anchored them above her head, amidst the locks of her hair fanned out on the black silk sheets. Quinn wrapped her legs around Loki's waist and raised her head, trying to kiss him again. Loki kept his face out of reach, frustrating Quinn.
With one fluid motion, Loki was inside his woman. He smiled down at her as she arched her back and squeezed her eyes shut. Excruciatingly slow in his movements, he began to twist his hips in the shape of a figure-eight. An infinity symbol. You will forever be my prisoner.
Quinn was not resisting his grip on her wrists in the slightest. Loki let go of her wrists and trailed his fingers down her arms. He slid his arms underneath her shoulders, wrapping her up tightly so his hard chest was pressed against her soft one.
He licked a spot on the side of her neck, then brought his lips down and sucked gently. He listened to her moaning, knowing she couldn't stand the slow pacing of his movements. She was pressing her hips up against him.
Loki brought his lips to Quinn's ear. Merely listening to him breathe was enough to provoke another tidal wave of anticipation from Quinn's center. "Oh my God," she moaned, her lower lip quivering.
Loki kept moving inside her at his teasing pace. "Tell me, my prisoner, why you deserve to be released," he said. "Why should I give you what you so desperately crave?"
Quinn whimpered, cursing his name. "Because... Loki…"
"I'm afraid that's not good enough," Loki said. Slowly, he began to pull himself out of her center.
Quinn felt the emptiness wash over her again. She was almost in tears.
And then Loki thrust deeply inside of her, filling her completely. Quinn screamed, the white teeth of her grin glimmering in the candlelight. Finally, Loki was giving it to her.
His pace was more forceful, faster now. Quinn's voice had turned wild; she was moaning and cursing loudly. She completely lost herself in the joy of being taken by a man who knew she wasn't fragile, who knew just how hard she needed it.
Her voice was melodious to Loki's ears. He watched as a drop of sweat dripped off his chin and landed on her neck. Quinn's eyes opened and she saw the beads of sweat produced by Loki's wild activity. She buried her face in his neck and rubbed her chest against him, trying to cover herself with his scent.
Loki began groaning, almost inaudibly compared to Quinn's screaming. He was giving himself to her so forcefully that Quinn's head was nodding up and down involuntarily, her breasts bouncing in time with his rhythm.
Quinn exposed her neck invitingly. Loki opened his mouth and bit into the side of it, scraping her flesh raw with his teeth. He devoured her, a hunter enjoying his fresh kill.
"Loki," Quinn screamed. "I'm going to…"
Loki played with Quinn's nipples as he continued to bite viciously at her neck. Quinn's voice bounced off the walls of the dungeon as he felt her spasm wildly around his organ. He glanced at her lightly freckled face, which appeared to be in pain.
More than half a minute went by, and Quinn was still coming. Loki felt pride surge throughout his body at his accomplishment.
Because he knew she could take it, Loki bit her shoulders and neck even harder, drawing blood, until finally Quinn went limp underneath him.
Save for Quinn's ragged breaths, the dungeon was now quiet. It was as if she had died underneath him. Loki was a master at delivering life-shattering orgasms.
He grabbed a fistful of Quinn's hair. Giving it a tug, he said, "Now get back in the corner, prisoner."
Quinn's eyelids opened, but the rest of her remained still. Impatient, Loki stood up and slid his arms under Quinn, one arm under her back and the other under her legs. He picked her up easily and carried her over to the iron handcuffs on the wall.
He set her down facing the wall, on her knees. Loki snapped each cuff in place over her wrists. "Stick out your ass, Red. Unless you want a spanking."
Quinn obeyed, and placed her hands on the brick wall to steady herself. Loki delivered a brutal spanking anyway, marking his possession with a red hand print. He gripped her waist and pulled her against his pelvis, sliding himself all the way inside her. Alternating hands each time, Loki continued to spank her as he found his rhythm.
Quinn's ass was numb, her wrists were sore, and her knees hurt. She was about to shatter into pieces for the second time that night.
Loki recognized her telltale screaming, her voice going hoarse. He continued to pound her with authority, watching her ass bounce mercilessly against his pelvis. His own voice began to chime in with Quinn's. At last, Loki lost himself, his mouth forming a perfect O and his gaze floating into another realm.
Quinn twisted her head around to look at Loki. His black hair was now wavy due to the humidity they'd created. His cheeks were flushed, contrasting with the colour of his eyes. "Come here," she said.
Loki pulled himself out of her center and brought his face forward, close enough for Quinn to inhale his breath. She lightly brushed her lips against his and then sucked gently on his lower lip.
Loki released the handcuffs. He stood up and walked over to his bed. "You are free to go," he said, gesturing to the door. He fluffed the pillows, pulled the bedcovers open and got in.
Quinn smiled, walking right behind him. "I know," she said.
Loki held the bedcovers open for her as she slipped in and nestled beside him.
