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Author's Note: Thank you to those who read and followed :) This is the second part I wrote after I got good feedback from my friends, and since a few of you are actually reading and have expressed interest I decided to put this up too. This has only been edited by me, and not very closely since it was just written to be read by my friends so please forgive any mistakes. I've been working on the 3rd part for a while, so maybe there will be another update (eventually). Thanks!
Alice felt him shift against her as they both exhaled. He rolled off and to the side, one arm still pillowed underneath her head. She felt her shoulders stiffen as the reality of the situation sank in; not only had she just had the roughest, kinkiest (best) sex in her – admittedly short – life, it was with a stranger. And that stranger just happened to be Loki. It wasn't anything she hadn't imagined doing with him before, or had tried to experience with a few other fumbling boys; it was the fact that not only had she done all those things, but that it had felt so right. She wasn't thinking about the weird mark on her stomach she hated, or how her body must have looked at this or that angle, or if she was 'doing it right'. Being completely under his spell was … well … liberating.
She lifted her head in an attempt to put some space between them, his stillness and the silence letting self-consciousness begin to sink in. She felt his fingers curl around her shoulder much to her surprise, holding her in place and against him.
Alice looked over at him, taking in his profile. The dark eyelashes, long and pointed nose, the strong jaw, dark hair fanning out against the pillow. His eyes were closed, one hand on his chest, his breathing still coming down. She swallowed and looked back up at the ceiling, blinking. And then she broke into giggles.
Loki looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, half irritation, half curiosity.
He'd never actually been with any of the people who wore his charms over the centuries he had been making them. Sometimes he'd use them to control mortals, or to keep track of particularly important ones; during the days of old he would occasionally gift them (and a few of his powers) to those priests and priestesses who were particularly faithful.
The amulet had seemed to combine her pleasure with his own, had thrust him inside her mind, her thoughts, her memories. Fucking her had allowed him to experience something rare after almost 1500 years of existence, and he was lying to himself if he thought he didn't want to experience that again. He could feel the pull he had over her, her utter want and devotion. He saw her anger, her quirks, her passion. She had heart. In spite of himself, he found himself liking her a little bit.
Despite her inane giggling.
"Hush," he shushed her, intentionally sounding more irritable than he really was.
Alice let herself sink back into his arm, taking the possessive hand at her shoulder as permission to press herself closer into his side. Loki raised himself up onto his elbow at that, looking down at her. He had half expected her to be a fumbling, quivering mass of tears or regret or hysteria. Was he disappointed? Or perhaps impressed …
A trail of bruises was beginning to develop on her skin, a road map of their previous activities. He let one lazy finger trail over the marks across her hip, feeling her shudder at the contact. Up, up, he dragged his hand, feather light touches over her stomach and around her sides before smoothing fingers over the red circle around her neck and jaw. His skin was so cool to the touch, raising the hairs at the back of her neck and making her sigh.
"I like you like this," he murmured, letting his fingers drag through the hair at the base of her skull before bringing his hand back down to rest on her chest in between her breasts, feeling her heart hammering beneath. "Marked as mine." Alice noticed again the growl that seemed to permanently reside in his voice and she thought how it could make even the most innocent of words carry a dark edge. She shuddered and she was certain he could feel it.
"I like me like this too," she whispered, laying her own hand atop his own, idly playing with his fingers, feeling his uncertain gaze on her face. She felt as though he was sizing her up, getting ready to pounce – whether that pounce was pleasant or not, she wasn't so sure.
Loki held her gaze, unwavering, challenging, and she felt him place his hand deliberately between her legs, the palm of it pressing firmly against her clit while long fingers ghosted around her entrance, teasing. Alice felt her sharp intake of breath, nerves jumping at the touch in both pleasure and pain. She wanted nothing more than for him to take her again, to keep him here and happy as long as she could, but fuck, it hurt.
Loki saw her wince. He smiled, all teeth, watching her face wash in the alternating sensations. He entertained the idea of forcing himself on her, watching her squirm for a different reason. He'd reached the crux of his experiment. That he was going to use her had never been a question, rather, how? He had watched her in the weeks since she found his charm, something at the back of his mind tugging every time she thought about him hard enough – especially when she was laying in her pathetic excuse of a bed. Loki had considered taking the necklace away from her simply so that he wouldn't be bothered by her constant, unknowing harassment; but the more he watched, the more he realized how much he liked to watch. Try as he might, Loki had to concede to himself that every stroke of her fingers against herself was a stroke against his ego as well. What struck him really, however, was how pure her want of him was; she knew so much about him, from the Midgard coverage of his attempted invasion to the legends scrawled in books for centuries – his true parentage, his failures, his triumphs, his cruelty and mischief.
And still she wanted him. Perhaps loyalty deserved rewards.
He kept his hand working against her, slowly, but relaxed the firmness of his ministrations. Dipping his head, Loki kissed the sensitive skin beneath her jaw before he allowed himself to watch her face again, feeling her body begin to wriggle against his own. She was whimpering now, pleading both with and against his insistent fingers. Loki felt himself smile against her throat, sadistic playfulness reaching his eyes and making them crinkle at the corners. "Does it hurt?" he asked innocently, as if he didn't know, a mocking lilt under the husky gravel of his voice.
Alice nodded yes, but made no move to stop him. She was sore and tired but it felt good in spite of the pain. She didn't really know what she wanted. If he left now, was that it? Would he kill her? Would she ever see him again?
"Shall I stop?" Loki asked, one dark brow arching, sensing her inner turmoil. "I forget how utterly frail mortals are," he mused..
"No," Alice mewled, surprised at her own whine. "Please, it feels good, I just -" she started to explain. Her fingers had found their way wrapped around his wrist, holding his hand in place between her legs and alternatively tugging it away when pain would layer over the pleasure. She craned her neck so that she could watch the flex of his fingers against her, how sure and steady he was. Watching him be in utter control of her seemed somehow to heighten the sensation of it all.
She was wet, but Loki allowed her a moment's reprieve as he brought his hand up to his mouth, licking at his fingers, eyes still locked on her hers. He watched her breath hitch, saw her pupils dilate ever so slightly. Her lips curled into a small smile when she realized what he was doing, and he resisted the urge to smirk back down at her. Loki moved his hand back and Alice pushed against him, spreading her legs to give him greater access. The hand not wrapped around his own tugged at the layers he was still wearing. She felt so warm, she couldn't imagine anything better than feeling his cool skin up against her own. She wanted to watch the rest of him move, too.
Loki allowed her to pull at his clothes uselessly, frustration wrinkling her brow. He in turn continued to leisurely stroke his index finger up and down her slit, skin only just skimming past skin, the ghost of a touch. He felt her press against his hand more urgently and only then did he allow his fingers to seek out where she really wanted, rubbing the wetness from his mouth across the sensitive flesh in a firm press before circling her nub once, twice.
Alice shuddered and Loki felt her breathy moan against his neck as her body curled against him, legs spreading further apart, hot skin hitting cool air. He nipped her neck again, burying his head against her shoulder and seeking out her thundering pulse beneath her skin and placing slow, deliberate kisses against it. Alice arched her head away from him, silently willing him to keep his attention where it was. He kissed around the bruising, biting when he felt like it and making her jump.
The fingers against her shifted and he lessened the firmness of his touch, instead sweeping across the sensitive bundle of nerves with one practiced finger, back and forth, back and forth, quicker and quicker, the only sound in the room her ceaseless panting. He would slow when he felt her body begin to tense, letting his fingers trail down to her opening to push and tease, allowing some pain to mix with her pleasure, before moving back up to her clit and resuming his maddening pace. "Let me hear you," he commanded, his whisper only underlining his harsh urgency. She felt how hard he was against her knee and confidence bloomed in her chest. "Tell me how much you want it," he coaxed in time with his fingers.
Alice ground her hips against his hand as much she could as he bit at her neck one last time, a strangled moan escaping her lips. She would definitely have marks. Loki raised his head so that he could watch her as he worked her to her peak, her mouth hung open in pleasure while her brow knitted in pain. He smiled as he pulled her from the edge before she could fall, again and again. Alice wanted to cry at the frustration of it. Over and over she felt that familiar heat pooling low in her belly, her insides contracting in pleasure at the smooth slide of his fingers only for it all to suddenly stop as he quit his torment just seconds too soon. She was groaning now, half pleasure/half pain.. She pulled harder at the leather covering his chest, "Fucking take this off," she growled. If he wouldn't let her come, she could at least get something.
Loki rewarded her with a playful smack against her mound, the sting of it making her writhe, her insides contracting. "You do as your told, not I," he said, thumb swiping over her clit hard enough to almost hurt.
Alice was beginning to love his brand of punishment and she resisted a smile at the roughness in his voice and the promise it held. She held his eyes for a moment, defiant, contemplating if she should purposefully make him strike her again. "Please," she moaned, switching tactics and running her palms over his chest, moving her hips in time with skilled press of his fingers. "Please, I want to feel you." She felt him regard her with a look that was acutely observant.
"That's better," Loki murmured, moving so that his body more fully covered her own. "Perhaps such a simpering thing as yourself can be taught." She felt him sink in between her legs, the delicious weight of him pushing her into the mattress, trapping her between it and him. "Shall I keep you?" he asked. He moved his hands to either side of her head, resting himself on his forearms, his face intimidatingly close. "Should I give you what you need?"
She could barely look him in the eyes, but doing so fanned the heat low in her belly. "Yes, please, sir," she all but begged, delighting at the secretive smile on his face that disappeared as quick as it came.
Alice felt his lips press into a bruising kiss, crushing with their intensity but controlled. She sighed into him, opening her mouth to let her tongue seek his own. The pace, like everything else he had subjected her to tonight, was slow and maddening and utterly out of the realm of her control. Alice arched up into him, breasts pushing against hard leather and tangling her fingers into the thick blackness of his hair. She tried in vain to force his kiss deeper, to nip at his lip, but Loki kept a steady hold against her own, hands keeping her head in place.
She saw from behind her closed eyes a green hue that sparked and then faded, and when she opened them the last remnants of the magic were glittering out of sight, fading across his skin. She gasped against him as the sudden cool touch of his now bare skin from the waist up against her and he chuckled into the kiss before breaking apart and eying her with smug satisfaction.
Alice watched him begin to move down her body, unhurried, dropping kisses down her neck, across her chest, her stomach. She closed her eyes and smiled as he settled between her legs, hoisting her thighs over each shoulder. She felt her heels already beginning to dig into his back, a silent plea.
She felt her legs shaking as he skimmed his fingers across them, over her hips. He was alternating soft, wet kisses and painful, sucking bites on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. He had been playing with her for so long, she was so close and so sensitive and so frustrated. "Please," she groaned, taking all the strength she had left not to force his head where she wanted it. Deep down she thought he probably would enjoy a little domination himself, but she wasn't about to do anything foolish enough to get her killed, or worse - discarded.
He looked up and met her eyes, watched her mouth twitch in that becoming-familiar mix of pleasure/pain as he nipped at her one last time. "You know so much about me. Tell me, what do they call me?" he asked, all innocence and provocation as only Loki could.
Alice thought, mind scrambling for a moment before she wriggled between his hands. "Silvertongue," she moaned, finally.
She felt his breath against, hot and tingling. "Good girl," he replied. "Let me show you why." Alice felt herself tense in anticipation and apprehension, hands fisting in the sheets.
She felt his tongue dart out to touch her, one swift swipe before he replaced it with another, this one longer and harder, the flat of his tongue running along her. He reached the apex of her sex but avoided her clit, dancing around it instead before lowering his mouth to begin the torturous drag against her again and again. Alice wanted to howl. She felt her hips start to rock against his mouth in a vain attempt to bring him closer, harder, faster, legs clenching against the firm fingers that held her in place, bruising and pushing.
Loki shifted, lifting her hips slightly so that he could work on her at an angle, holding her in place and allowing him to look down at her. Alice was fascinated watching him, the slow bob of his head, his unflinching and heated gaze. He was inside her in every way she could have imagined. It was overwhelming and she felt herself contract in pleasure. She swore he was smiling, and the glint in his eye assured her that he was.
She threw her head back, humming her pleasure and desperation when his tongue finally sought out her nub, drawing it into his mouth and worrying it. Alice felt her release closing in, as if she was standing on the shore, watching waves drawing nearer and nearer to finally breaking against the cliffs. She was panting his name now, a constant and breathy prayer. Without realizing it, her fingers had wound into his hair, pulling as hard as she could, satisfaction hitting low inside her at the feel of the hard tug against his scalp. She wanted to hurt him, scratch, bite, pull, whatever she could. The thought of it only pushed her higher.
Loki took his time against her, holding her pleasure where he wanted it as he had all night. If he intended to keep her, she had to understand that only that which he wished would ever come to pass – he could deny her the rest of her natural life if he felt so inclined. The rush at the realization drew another muffled moan out of him and into her, the hum of it running through his tongue and making her squeeze tighter at his hair. Unbeknownst to her he was using his considerable power to hold off her own orgasm, preferring instead to keep her in this wanton state. When he had begun, he had intended to rile her up only to leave her, wet and unsatisfied and delirious in frustration and pining for him to return – perhaps for an hour, or a day, or a month – Hel, maybe even a year.
But she had been so good. And he didn't want to drive her mad; not yet, anyway.
Loki lessened the hold of his power over her and Alice immediately gasped as she felt herself jump impossibly close to her own undoing. She was writhing against him now, legs locked around him as she rode his tongue, hands holding his mouth firmly against her cunt, heels bruising against against his hips as she used the leverage to buck against him. She felt him blow gently against her hot skin and kiss her once, twice, before he pulled the flat of his tongue across her clit and that was it.
Her hands held him still, keening moans filling the room in time with the ripples of her orgasm flooding through her. She felt Loki's eyes on her as she let the wave pass, legs going slack against him. She was sure she was smiling like an idiot.
Alice reached up for him in a haze, fingers going for his waist; his arousal was evident and she was not about to let that performance go without a little reciprocated appreciation. Gods help her, she still wanted him.
Loki grabbed her wrist before it could reach its target. "No," he said.
"But-," she began to protest.
"You haven't earned that." He was over her again, gaze boring into her own. "I'll be watching. If you even think about touching yourself outside of my presence you will never see me again. Mine are the only hands that will pleasure you, do you understand?"
"Yes, I-"
And he was gone.
