You can't escape me, my love: Chapter 2: A new life
(Disclaimer see chapter 1, I own nothing but the plot... there will be sex in this chapter, and if you don't like it then wait for Chapter 3..)
It had been three months to the day that Loki had taken Sychie to a planet that reminded him of Asgard, she was still under the love spell. Slowly, he would ween her from it in time, however
until then she will remain at his side. As she was meant to; the commoners would normally bow before her and before Loki, he was rarely without her around, in secret he had taken over the planet that
reminded him of Asgard to a point. And the people knew them as king and queen; and they would always bow before them, he knew how much it bothered Sychie, however he had told her that they were the
rulers of this world. Loki was thinking and pondering while he walking through the gardens, searching for his Sychie, he knew that she would be out there playing her violin or singing, there she was sitting
on a stone bench. She was humming and singing, and plucking a white rose with pink ends from a bush near her; Loki had stood there watching her, she was so beautiful and gentle and sweet. Tonight would
be the night that he will make her his, so that there will be no doubts about her belonging to him. Sychie had sighed and contuned to look at the beautiful rose, her somewhat now darkened hazelnut eyes, focused
on on the herizon. She had this nagging feeling that something wasn't right, something was telling her that she didn't belong here or anywhere else, getting up and walking over to the waist-length stone wall, Sychie was in a long
silk green dress that had tied in the back as ususal, while both her hair and dress were flowing in the wind, her shoulders were bare, as her long dark curls were flowing as well. And decorating her head was the crown that
Loki had given her prior.
Loki had slowly walked up to her; while conjuring a black silk, he had deliberately made a sound so that she wouldn't be scared. Sychie had turned around and there was Loki towering over her; and wrapping
the cape around her and gently guiding her back in the huge castle. As Loki was guiding her back in, with his hand on the small of her back; he was guiding her under his shoulder, while laying his head on her crown, Sychie.
He didn't want her getting lost or hurt; tonight will be the night that he would make love to her and make her his forever, after he would make love to her. After Loki would make love to her, he would always be able to find
her and know where she was at any giving moment of their lives. He knew it was an extreme thing that was going to happen between them both; not to menton it was happening too fast, as they were entering the castle, the servants
were bowing to the two. As they had gotten to their room, he had pulled one of the servants to the side, leaning down and whispering in the man's ear "My queen and I are to be resting, and we will not be distrubed, understand?'' The
man had nodded in understanding, and turning around and ushering the maids from his master and mistress's hallways. As the door closed Sychie was looking in the mirror, it was full length and the frame was decorated in silver and
green gems, the whole room itself was beautiful. It was covered in greens and golds and subtle black decorations here and there, Sychie had looked around the room while Loki was closing the door, her gaze had then leaped to the
windows. The windows themselves were of interesting stained glass and silver lined as well; always Loki would stay in this room with her and lay in the large four poster king-sized bed with her, while she slept.
And when she woke up, he would be laying next to her, staring into her soul. Loki would always find a reason... well any reason in the world to touch her, or to even kiss her. Not that his kisses were bad, she had felt her body
turn into a puddle of liquid desire. Sychie even met Frigga, his mother, and she had turned out to be nice and she liked the older woman: Frigga went so far as to lean forward and give Sychie a small kiss on her cheek, while taking her hand
and walking with her in the gardens until Loki came and walked them offering both of them his arms. Sychie had gasped when she had felt Loki wrap his arms around her from behind and gently pulling her tightly against him and kissing her
shoulder and the nape of her neck through her hair. Leaning forward to her ear, making sure that his lips were skimming her ear and her temple "Watch the mirror, love.'' He had whispered while his hands were gently moving her hair aside to
untie her dress. As her dress had pooled around her feet, her bare feet, while he had placed his hands on her hips and guided her out of the pooled silken material, as they had stepped closer to the mirror "At least make sure that you wear shoes,
love, you might get hurt.'' Sychie had sighed and met his stare as he turned her around to face him. Feeling Loki's lips move to her forehead, as he had tenderly clasped her hands and brought them to his chest "My Queen, as you know, three months
after our wedding you asked me to give you three months, and now we must make it offical, dearest.'' Sensing her fear of what he meant, yes she did ask him of that as he had tighten his hold on her a bit more.
"I know that you are scared, my love, however as King and Queen, we must uphold these traditions and lead as examples.'' Leaning down while guiding her chin with his index finger and giving a couple of soft kisses on her pouty full
lower lip. He loved tasting that sweet sinful mouth of hers, she was an unknowing blend of sexy and innocence, all for him. Sychie couldn't lie to herself, Loki could kiss, long slow and deliciously sweet "Our bath is ready, love, come undress me
so that we can explore each other better know each other and relax. Come love, undress me,'' Guiding her hands to his top, her hands were very inexperienced; she was shaking and very scared about this night. She did ask him to give her three months
after their 'wedding' looking at her ring, it was silver with three green gems in it, and when she looked at his hands, the same ring was decorating his left finger. As his hands had left hers and she had started to slowly undress him; his body was something
to look at. Sychie had to admit to herself that Loki had a body on him; he was lean and slender with a subtle muscle, as his mouth had latched onto hers, he was tasting everything her sweetness her innocence. Loki had picked her up bridal style and carried
her in the bathroom where their tub was. It was white with gold decoration, it was clawed with steaming hot water, the tub itself was big enough for three people- when he had stepped in and lowered them both in the water and held her tightly to his chest.
As Sychie turned around slightly to see the smallest thatch of chest hair that was somewhat near the center of his chest; she had gasped when his lips were brushing her neck as his hands were cupping her breasts "Feel me...'' He had whispered, while Sychie's
hand had reached and touched his long hair, his hair was soft and reached past his neck; Loki had guided her mouth to his.
Sychie had moaned in his mouth, while Loki's hand was playing at her breast, his other hand was doing an odd movement over her head. He was ampilfying her need for him, while the soft white bubbles were lapping seductively against their skin;
she had then turned around and met his kiss with more fire, her hands were dangerously close to his hard thick and large erection. Loki had moved his body up to the ledge of the tub and spread his legss a bit more so that he could have her between his legs, as
he gently guided her towards his erection that was surrounded with a medium thatch of dark hair. Sychie had looked up at his intense green stare; as he gently clasped her hair and towards the nape of her neck "Open your mouth, love...'' His voice was raw and
filled with hungry sexual need "Look at me...'' He had groaned when her hot little mouth had wrapped itself around him. He had moaned "M-Make your tongue flat... yes like that... suck in your cheeks.'' When she had obediantely done what he had wanted, he
had grabebd her up gently by her hair to where she was standing. The Loki had stood up and carried her to their bedroom, and laid her gently on their bed, as he had laid on the bed with her and began to kiss her forehead trailing down to her perfect nose, then
capturing her mouth. Her arms were wrapping themselves around his neck, as his mouth was latched on hers, as his arms had wrapped themselves around her body and lifted her up while his wonderful mouth had reluctantly left hers and travelled its way to her
pebbling nipples.
Sychie had gasped, her body was growing hot needy and restless. When Loki's mouth had locked around her breast, he had suckled greedily, one day their children will grow in her womb and they will feed from her breast. How Loki had longed to see
her stomach swelled with the life or lives that they would create; his hand would on her stomach feeling the baby kick and move. However he didn't want to share her yet, she felt so light in his arms, Sychie had whimpered as his mouth had continued to worship
his way down to her thatch of dark curl that was surrounding what was made to be his. Loki's arms had gently laid her down and gently opened her legs wider to accomediate his shoulders; as his arms had locked around her thighs and his face had buried deep.
He would make sure that she would feel pleasure unlike anything that she would think possible; Sychie had hid a scream while one of her knuckles had flown to her mouth, while her other hand had grabbed his hair with one hand, while her eyes were filling with
tears. When her hot cream had released itself, in his mouth, as he drank from her sweet necture that was made for him alone; Loki had travelled up her body and gently clasped the knuckle that was in her mouth, he had leaned down and licked her kuckles and placed
small and tender kisses along the path of her teeth marks. All the while, Loki's intense hungry green eyes had bored into her head "Do not ever hurt yourself like that ever again, let me hear you my song bird...'' He had whispered against her chin, as his length had buried
itself deeply in her untouched virginal folds. Sychie's body had tensed, and Loki had held her with his hands clasped on hers, as his mouth was busy devouring hers, her body was starting to relax itself, as his thrusts were becoming deeper and more possessive, and more
needy and hot. Loki had reared back and buried himself harder inside of her "You are mine,'' He growled and kissed her hard "L-Loki!" She had cried out, as his thrusts were becoming more demanding, as his hands had skimmed down and grabbed her ankles and put her
legs in the air and pounded into her.
Loki was loving the way that her tight hot wetness was surrounding him and clamping down hard and hotly on him. When he had allowed her legs to wrap themselves around his waist as he thrusted deeper and harder into her "Come with me, my love...'' He had
growled harshly into her ear, "Let me feel you come undone...'' With one final thrust, both Sychie had Loki had came, as he kissed making her feel his passion and his emotions that he had felt towards only her, both were drowzy and sweaty and sated. As Loki had allowed her
hands to slip away from his and wrap themselves around him to hold his mouth to her breast, as her legs had then continued to slide down from his waist to his thighs. After a few moments, Loki had reluctantly separated their bodies and he saw proof that she was no longer
a virgin; she cried. Loki was there pulling her to him, and holding her tightly while he was guiding them on their sides facing each other "I will never allow you to leave me, I hope that I didn't hurt you.'' He knew that he didn't hurt her, he had felt her pleasure, and he knew that
she had felt his pleasure. When he had kissed and licked her tears away, and uttered a spell that would have her sleep, she would never defy him or leave him, their children will grow inside of her womb. That won't be for another couple of years, as his hand had lain itself on her
stomach, a soft green light had spilled from his hand. Now he had made sure that she would carry his child two years from now, but he would always be able to find her...
(End of Chapter 2, Read and review!)
