"Don't come!" he growls, fingers roaming up her skirt as she bounces on his lap.
"L-Loki!" she pants, nails buried in his shoulders. "I c-"
"Come, and this will be your last fuck for the remainder of our trip." This is a dirty lie, but Loki finds enjoyment in pushing her buttons.
Natasha bites down on her lip until she can taste blood. Her bouncing stops as she takes in Loki's entire length.
"I never said to stop!" he hisses, slapping her ass.
A pleasured whimper escapes her throat. Her walls clench around him as her hips move in slow circles. "I need to come," she whispers, her lips grazing his collarbone.
"Then make me come!" He smacks her ass again, earning a high-pitched shout.
Natasha peels his dress shirt past his shoulders and begins clawing at his chest. "Please come." Her desperate and watery eyes gaze into his.
"Natalia…" His voice drops to a warning tone. "Don't stop."
Her knees dig further into their private jet's cushioned seats and she nods. She keeps her motions slow as her body screams for release. A hot strike to her rear forces her to clench around him with a gasp. "Loki!" she keens. Her walls grip him as she rides him and now it's Loki's turn to moan. "Fucking come," she groans. "Fuck, Loki…" She reaches behind her and blindly reaches for his balls.
He hisses, his voice strained as a vein in the side of his neck becomes more pronounced.
She gives his balls a light squeeze before continuing to ride him as he wraps his arms around her. "O-Oh!" Her belly seizes as her orgasm takes hold of her.
"Don't stop!" Loki urges.
Natasha forces herself to keep going on sore and shaking knees, but slows when she feels the slickness dripping down his cock.
"You… came after," Loki exhales.
Natasha rolls her hips against his. "Sorry… my King."
Loki straightens their clothes and cleans up the mess they made as the jet nears the ground.
Natasha rolls up the sleeves of the dress jacket Loki gave her and smoothes her skirt as she rises from her seat. "Do you mind if we separate while I get a read on Schafer?"
"I shall join you," Loki declares.
"It could take a while," she warns.
"Iridium comes first," Loki advises.
Natasha links arms with the god as they tour the city. "We're newlyweds," she quietly mentions as they walk. "Refer to me only as Natalie. You're Luke."
Loki wonders how long it took her to come up with this scenario.
"Luke Rowling. We're from New Jersey."
He nods and clutches his staff that he made into a golden cane.
Natasha checks a slip of paper that contains a set of coordinates to her target's base. She's longing for the help of a smart phone, but an old-fashioned type of mission is just as fun. Natasha finds a tourist map and notices that she can read it as if it's in plain English. She glances at Loki as he gives her a knowing grin. He's more useful to her than imagined. They happen to pass by a sign welcoming scientists to a special gala. She recalls Schafer being a man of science and she wonders if he'll attend. "Loki… I have a plan…"
Natasha straightens the scarf draped across Loki's shoulders and tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear. "Formal. Classy… You remember his face, right?" she asks, reaching for the new phone Loki snagged for her during a tour of the city.
"I do." He unzips the front of her catusit to expose her cleavage. "You're sure that you wish to work in this?"
She nods. "Remember to call me once you learn where he keeps the iridium. Then come straight back here."
Loki arches a brow. "You think yourself so high and mighty to order me around?"
Natasha pats the front of his black overcoat. "The faster we get this done, the faster we get back to fucking." The past two days spent awaiting the gala primarily consisted of them humping like rabbits. Natasha still feels an itch for his body, but she knows her mission needs to come first. "You can work the phone, right?"
He winks and gives her a long kiss on the lips. "I will call." He reaches for his cane before he leaves Natasha alone in their hotel room.
She blankly stares at her phone as a sequence of numbers comes to mind. The number is Clint's, but he's not the one she longs to talk to. Little Lila with her twin braids comes to mind. Natasha recalls her promise to visit, but Loki's voice at the back of her mind tells her that it's unnecessary. She sets the phone aside as Loki's imagined command wins her over. Her eyes close and she lies on the bed, her fingers tugging at her suit's zipper. She imagines Loki's grin as he drags the zipper down to her navel. Natasha forces herself to stop daydreaming and focus. Her King won't be pleased if she misses his call. Iridium is far more important than her own carnal needs.
Loki casually checks his phone and compares the photo Natasha sent him with a man standing to his far right. He saunters over to the group Schafer is telling a story to lets his false chuckle mix with the group's. "Dr. Schafer," Loki interrupts in flawless German. "I've been a fan of your work for years. You are quite an inspiration." Natasha's recommended conversational banter drives Schafer's company away, leaving Loki to speak with the scientist in peace.
"Pleasure to meet you, Mr…" He pauses, awaiting the stranger's answer.
Loki lightly taps his cane against the man's chest. "I need the location of the Iridium," he hisses.
Natasha receives her king's directions and leaves the hotel room in a long black trench coat. She uses her phone's GPS to take her to Schafer's base after a twelve mile search through the city. The building has a guard blocking the entry, but Natasha easily takes him out with a narcotic launched from her stinger bracelet. She steals the guard's badge and allows herself into the building. It's empty, but it's late, making her job that much easier. She slips out of her coat and checks a text from Loki to affirm the room housing the iridium. When she reaches the door, she finds that the lock isn't supported by a pin code. Those she can easily navigate, but not a retinal scanner. She reaches for her phone and holds her breath until Loki answers. "I can't get to it. Retinal scanners," she quickly explains. "No eye, no entry."
Loki observes Schafer in his peripheral vision. "Give me a moment… I'll be sending something your way shortly."
"An eye?"
He ends the call as a desire for bloodlust overcomes him. This party is far too bland for his tastes… Loki saunters towards Schafer and seizes his neck. People around him begin to shout, and Loki gives them a reason to scream when a blade forms at the tip of his cane. He drags Schafer over to a marble table and throws him down. Security guards make a run for the psychopath, but an invisible barrier encases Loki. He brings the blade close to Schafer's eye and makes a sloppy incision from his waterline to cheek. His thumb and forefinger delicately reach into his skull and yank the eyeball from its socket with a gruesome snap. More screams erupt and Loki licks his lips as he takes in the hundreds of appalled faces. He lifts his crimson stained fingers and the eyeball disappears in a cloud of green fog.
Natasha feels something wet her closed palm. She unclenches her fist and her face contorts with disgust as a lone eyeball emptily stares back at her. Loki's lucky she has a strong stomach. Natasha carefully brings the eye up to the retinal scanner and she's allowed inside. A case conveniently labeled with her element beckons her, and she gladly trades the eye for the iridium. She flees the building and makes a call to Loki's S.H.I.E.L.D. base. "I've got what Selvig needs," she informs Loki's servant on the other end. "Prepare the jet and remember these coordinates…"
She waits in the hotel room for half an hour. There's still no sign of Loki, and he isn't answering his phone. She struts towards the bay window overlooking the city and wonders what lengths he took to get that eyeball...
An hour passes and Loki still fails to answer his phone. She can barely keep her eyes open, but she's anxiously awaiting his call. Sleep easily wins over, so she adjusts her phone's volume to its highest setting and places it on her pillow while she drifts off to sleep.
"Natalia…"
Her eyes flutter open and she bolts upright. She glances around the hotel room, but Loki is nowhere in sight.
"Leave without me, Natalia," Loki's voice urges.
She immediately checks her phone, but there aren't any messages. "Loki?" she breathes.
"I've been taken into custody by the ones you call Iron Man and Captain America."
"Captured?" She leaves the bed to stare out the window. "Where are you?" she demands aloud.
"Find Selvig," he orders. "Have him track the energy readings from my scepter."
"He'll know how to do that?"
"I trust his intelligence."
Natasha is quiet for a moment. "Have they hurt you?"
"No," he answers. "You needn't worry about me quite yet. Get the iridium to Selvig. I will be waiting…"