Serious erotica/smut in this chapter, some dom/sub action. NSFW.
As Loki glanced down the street, a gentleman was standing outside of his house, staring at the cloudless sky above. But he did not look in their direction as they bustled noisily down the cobble-stoned path - in fact, he did not flinch at all. How peculiar, Loki wondered.
"This way, Your Grace," Cipriani said, waiting for him at a corner down the road. If she noticed the still man, she was not at all fazed by him. Loki warily walked toward her, looking over his shoulder to see if the stranger broke his stance - he never did. "Something the matter?" she asked when he met her.
"I am a Prince of Asgard, bound against my will, following a maiden I only met the night before who, for all I know, could be leading me to my demise." His smile became crooked. "Why, what could be the matter?"
Cipriani got close enough that her chest was grazing his. "My Prince has such little faith," she said, her forefinger tracing a line from the top of his throat to his chin. "If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it when I was tying you up - quite easy, I might add."
"Is that so?" Loki asked, his brow raised as he suppressed a chuckle. "Well, how much further? I can only handle so much suspense."
"We are already here, Prince Loki" she said, nudging him aside as she unlocked the door that was just to his right. "It's no Palace, mind you, but it's home," Cipriani added, as she stood against the knob, giving him space to pass and enter.
What he walked into was a giant room - a bed along one wall, a wood-burning stove against the opposite, with a wooden table and pair of chairs in the middle. It was simple, hardly any personal effects at all: a trunk at the foot of her bed, a couple plates and mugs at the center of the table, a cabinet in the corner. My bedchambers could swallow her entire house, he noted, his eyes sweeping over the modest furnishings. He turned to face her and could tell she was studying him, waiting for his reaction.
Loki cleared his throat. "It is no Palace," he observed, shaking his head as he glanced at the ceiling, "But, it's humble - one quality the Palace can't boast of."
He gave her a half-smile and Cipriani looked relieved as she leaned against the door, shutting it with her body. There was a moment of silence as their gazes focused on each other. She arched her back, pressing her hard nipples against the thin, charcoal fabric of her dress - Loki feebly attempted to swallow the lump in his throat.
"You look warm," she noted, her stare shamelessly roaming up and down his figure.
Loki stuck his bottom lip out. "I don't feel warm." In fact, there was a chill in the room from the open window over her bed.
"No, I definitely think you're too warm in that attire," Cipriani insisted, a glint in her eye that was not at all innocent. She advanced towards him, striding if she was a hungry lioness and he was her meal. She circled around him, a finger keeping contact with his body and eyes trained on his. "Let's make you more comfortable, my Prince."
Suddenly, Loki found himself on her lumpy mattress, his hands tied on the frame above his head. He glanced down at his pale, fully-exposed body that contrasted with her dull, gray sheets. "So much for the slow reveal, hmm?" he asked, smirking at the purple flames of her eyes that so easily ignited a fire within him.
"Oh, I undressed you slowly," Cipriani admitted, as she stood at the side of the bed. She shook her ebony hair free from it's bun with her hand - it fell to her tanned shoulders, a thick, unruly mass of curls. "There's just something about watching the clothes slowly come off a man that I find incredibly..." Her forefinger tugged at a corner of her berry-colored lips. "Arousing."
All his bodily functions stalled and Loki could feel the blood rush to his groin. His wrists ached against his bristly constraints, yearning to grab her and punish her for her wickedness. "Are you trying to seduce me?" was all he managed to get out.
"Trying?" Cipriani asked incredulously, looking down at his growing excitement. "Succeeding."
"You're bad," he growled, though he couldn't deny just how satisfying that revelation was.
"You like it," she countered. "An even match for the God of Mischief."
I'd hardly say an 'even match,' but I will let her think it. She crept onto the bed, just below his feet, and knelt before him. Cipriani cocked her head, a corner of those wine-colored lips curling as she fully appreciated his naked form. She elevated herself, raising the bottom of her flimsy, cotton dress over her head before tossing it aside. She was a vision in bronze, glowing before him just as she did the night before - but there was something else behind that sultry countenance, a new trait he had not yet seen in Cipriani, though he couldn't quite figure out what.
She got on her hands and knees, with a leg on either side of his body, crawling until her head was level with his. Cipriani stayed above him, her two forefingers making a slow run from his temples and past his cheeks, finally meeting at the tip of his chin. The end of Cipriani's nose brushed against his and he raised his head toward her, his lips desperate for some contact. She backed away smiling, unwilling to give in to his silent wishes.
Her lips ventured to the side of his head, gliding down the curve of his ear while she exhaled hot air into his canal. "How do you fare, dear Prince?" Cipriani asked, her voice raspy.
His nose was deep in the midst of her hair, oxygen mixed with sandalwood filling his lungs. "Why must you tease me so, Temptress? It is your mouth I want, on mine - it's rightful place."
She giggled, her lips tickling his lobe. "My mouth will go where I want it," she said as her face again hovered over his, her eyes a pair of hyacinth daggers. "And it has a long journey before it reaches your lips, Prince Loki."
"Your Prince commands you," he said through his smirk, "It would be in your best interest to comply."
Her mouth dropped as it stayed just above his, aggravatingly still out of his reach. But any consideration of his demand faded into a look of amusement. "Your title has no power here," Cipriani replied, her hands gingerly grazing the rope that secured him to her bed. "I do."
Loki shifted his jaw, painfully aware her gentle tugs at his tied wrists were just a ploy to rile him. "Release me and I will make it worth your while," he vowed.
Cipriani chuckled as her hands clutched the roots of his hair. "Of that I have no doubt," she said, "But my way will be much," she paused to lightly kiss his forehead. "More," she added, traveling down and placing another on the hook of his nose. "Fun," she whispered, her cruel smile hanging just over the thin line of his mouth, careful not to fall into his limited range.
He sighed, knowing his objections were falling on deaf ears. "Well, it looks as if I'm at your mercy, little bird," Loki said with a shrug, her purple orbs holding his gaze. He lowered himself back to her firm pillow, and relaxed the arms that hung above his head.
She grinned as she lowered her head and nibbled the skin at his neck. Cipriani's breath was warm as she plucked him with her lips, sucking gently. A wet scrape of teeth across his collarbone increased the swelling between his thighs and he bucked his hips against her. Her hands ran down his chest, taut due to his bondage - and where they roamed, her mouth soon followed.
Her movements were slow and steady, but effective. She cupped his pectoral muscles, gliding over his nipples, before her fingers slid lazily down his ribcage. Loki held his breath at her motions - the combination of her gentle strokes and soft kisses tickled and excited him. The slow gyrations of her hips against his waist was only adding to the intense pleasure coursing through him. He caught her almond eyes a few times in the process - she was enjoying this, torturing him, watching him suffer. That little minx.
As she pecked a line down the center of his torso, Cipriani's hands wandered down to his legs, her fingers swerving between his inner and outer thighs. He inhaled sharply as her lips descended below his navel, stopping at his protruding erection. She eyed him once again, her lips slightly parted and breathing shallow, as she wrapped her hands around him.
Her palms were warm and slightly clammy which gave the right amount of friction when she glided up and down his shaft. Cipriani performed a delightful combination of twists with varied pressure - first slow and sensual, then fast and unrelenting. Loki bit his cheek, straining to keep the groan building him inside him at bay - the binding rope was getting more and more irritating by the minute.
Her gaze fixed on him once more, and she didn't break contact as she guided his member into her mouth. It was like entering a hot spring, his own exclusive getaway. It was maddening to not have use of his hands, when all he craved was to have them entangled in her raven locks, setting her pace.
Even without his aid, Cipriani maneuvered his entirety in and out of her mouth with great ease, as her tongue expertly caressed his ridges. The suction felt at his mast's head, the bobbing of her head, her faint gasps for air - simple actions that stirred a brilliant sensation within his abdomen. He could sense a hot lava bubble inside him, flowing towards the brink, ready to spill over. It was then that Cipriani withdrew her head, breaking their physical connection and eye contact. Loki did not bother to hush his displeased growl. What Hel is this you brought me to, you vile woman?
She straightened her body so her face met his again, mocking his limited mobility as she chomped at the air over his mouth. Cipriani shifted her weight and eased herself onto his throbbing staff. He could see her wince as her body adjusted to his form, and he reveled at the sight. Her walls acted as a sheath around his sword, and her wetness was polishing him with every plunge.
She eventually molded around him and bounced up and down his shaft. Cipriani was absolutely tantalizing, with her caramel breasts jiggling and beads of perspiration lining her brow. Her eyes closed and her hands were roaming up her torso, around her mounds, through her frizzy mane, going places deprived of his hands - they twitched in annoyance in the confines of the rope.
Her body's rhythm changed to a steady rock and she circled her hips against him. Her eyes fluttered open and her amethyst orbs consumed his appearance, as her palms greedily fondled his abdominal muscles. It suddenly occurred to him what had changed in Cipriani - she was rich with confidence. Perhaps there was credit to her being home, in her natural element, where she didn't need to put on a performance, or maybe it was the knowledge of his restriction that gave her the courage to act this way. Did he prefer the shy damsel from the night before or the dominating vixen riding him now? Loki could not tell - he usually enjoyed a particular style, but Cipriani kept broadening his interests, and he was more than willing to explore further.
Her fingers roved down his ribs and blazed a trail behind her, where she latched her hands to his knees. Her body arched forward as she gyrated left and right, back and forth, diagonal, and free. Cipriani looked liberated as she tossed her head back, staring at the cobwebs that decorated her ceiling. Her cries mingled with his grunts, getting progressively shorter and faster with their sustained romp.
Cipriani's hand shot past her dark curls to her core, her timid strokes advancing into crazed circles. He could see her face contort as the pleasure intensified - a sight that churned the molten lava inside him, the familiar feeling that crept through his body and rolled through his arms and legs. Wafts of sandalwood and musk scented the air as her head lurched upward and leveled with his once again. She searched his eyes one last time before crashing her lips onto his, her warm breath and wild tongue finally welcoming him into her mouth. Her hips continued to grind aggressively against his waist - if this was a race, she was sprinting to the finish.
Then a moment came when everything went still and silent, the only movement was her fingernails digging into his shoulder as she clenched around him, and the only sound was the shuddering moan she expelled into his mouth.
Through her bated breath, Cipriani hoarsely whispered, "My Prince, my God, my Loki." Her teeth clutched his bottom lip, tugging it away before releasing it.
That was his breaking point - Enough games, he told himself, this ends now. As quick as Thor's lightning, his hands became free of his bondage and they immediately ran down her back, cupping her behind, before they skidded up her ribcage and fondled her breasts. Oh yes, much better.
The dreamy high Cipriani was riding came to a staggering halt, and her eyes widened in shock and fear. "You could free yourself the whole time?!" she exclaimed.
"Basic rope cannot contain this beast," Loki snarled, "Your way did indeed prove a fun start... now, let me bring it to a spectacular finish."
His lips engulfed hers, effectively silencing any retorts, and his hands roamed free along her sweat-slick body. Loki seized Cipriani at her hips, keeping her body stable as he pumped wildly in and out of her. Cipriani's panting resumed and filled his mouth with hot puffs of air as her simple wooden bedframe banged against the wall behind them.
Each thrust made the magma rise higher inside him, a slow burn that spread through his entire vessel. Loki's hands traveled to her rear and he dug his fingernails into both of her cheeks, holding onto her for dear life as he continued his pounding.
The heat was getting unbearable as he neared his peak. Cipriani brushed his ear with her lips before lightly pulling his lobe between her teeth - and he erupted inside her, his volcanic explosion finally unleashed. With eyes tightly shut, he felt his release ebb and flow through him, like a molten river made free of its dam.
"Valhalla!" He groaned loudly as his body relaxed and fell to the mattress, Cipriani rolling to his side.
He was in a dreamy daze when he felt a hand creep down his left arm and clasp his. Loki turned his head toward her, and he stared at her scrunched eyes and the lines that creased her forehead. When Cipriani opened her eyes, they briefly glowed an incandescent violet before returning to their normal state.
The city seemed to come out of it's stupor, as the outside chatter buzzed through her window - typical noises that sounded quite foreign in so long of an absence. Cipriani gave his hand a firm, reassuring squeeze before drifting off to well-deserved slumber.
She had not expected him to stay the night. Asgard's own Prince was sleeping in her bed, the morning light warming the royal toes that peeked out from under her gray cover. Cipriani wondered if it was all another illusion, if he would fade away the second she touched him. For as attractive as Edin had been, he did not hold a candle to Loki's striking countenance. The slow rise and fall of his chest mesmerized her, along with the soft sighs he expelled with every exhale. Cipriani resisted the urge to brush a loose strand of hair away from his cheek. He was so peaceful in his sleep with his usually hard features now relaxed - it was quite calming to observe him without his knowledge. A naughty grin curved her lips as she peeked under the covers at his flaccid manhood.
"If you're going to feast your eyes, be sure to get your fill," Loki stated coolly, his voice startling Cipriani back to her pillow.
"You're awake!" she exclaimed, once she caught her breath.
"I am," Loki replied, his eyes made brighter with a mischievous twinkle.
Cipriani raised her face toward him and lowered her tone. "You stayed..."
A quiet moment passed between them. "I did," Loki said.
"Why?" Cipriani asked, "You didn't have to - I'm sure you have your royal duties to attend to."
"I felt there were more pressing matters here to deal with," Loki closed the space between them as his body molded with hers. He placed some loose hair behind her shoulder and ran a hand over her upper arm. "Tell me, would you rather have Traegor here, sharing your bed?"
Cipriani propped her head up with a sturdy fist. "Traegor's just a friend, I've known him practically my whole life. He's more my brother than anything."
"A friend you give birthday kisses, a friend who wants to marry you...a friend who would probably be livid if he saw us together." He mirrored her pose, his elbow digging into the pillow.
"A friend who's mad about me, then - we've never shared more than an innocent kiss and he knows how I feel," she admitted. Loki rolled his eyes and looked away from her, which made a corner of her lips twitch. "Why, would you be jealous if I called him my lover?"
Something flashed in Loki's forest green pools and his features considerably hardened. "No jealousy, just curious." His jaw clenched underneath the fist pressed against his cheek. "Speaking of being curious, why did you fly off like that, the night of the Peace Festival?"
Her gaze left his and stayed on the ceiling, searching the cracks for an answer to his question. "I...I just figured that when you finished with me, I would be of no more use to you." She chewed her lip, trying to find the easiest wording. "I just wanted to end it before you ended it for me."
"I see," Loki said, his focus somewhere past her shoulder, looking somewhat distracted. "How did you manage it? Slipping away?"
Ah, there it is. The question Cipriani had been waiting for ever since she met the pale Prince. She smiled, knowing exactly what the next few minutes would entail. She sat straight up, the sheet falling to her lap, letting her breasts bask in the sun. "Well, Your Grace, would you rather I tell you or show you?"
Loki remained still, blinking at her illuminated chest, before slowly nodding. She grinned at his vague response and sprang out of bed - Cipriani had no idea why she was so excited when she had done this demonstration many times before. I finally get to reveal everything to him, she figured, no more secrets. She ran her hands up and down her arms as the cool morning air nipped at her bare body.
A jade, silk robe materialized on her and she looked back at the God in her bed. "My dear, green is your color," Loki said, smirking at her attire. "You look ravishing."
Cipriani turned away from him, an attempt to hide the immediate flush in her cheeks. She tried to forget his compliments and the soft fabric that tickled her skin and instead concentrated on the task at hand. She grabbed a mug off the table and went to the cabinet across the room, filling it with the water she kept stored.
When Cipriani returned to the bed, she handed Loki the mug. "Now," she said, as she sat on her legs, "Toss the water out, preferably over our heads."
He furrowed his brows as he peered down at the clear liquid. "Toss it? But what's the point, it'll just make us wet."
There was a small smile on Cipriani's face as she gripped his knee. "Trust me." She gave Loki a tight squeeze. "Besides, I could use a good washing - you'd be helping me out."
Loki still looked unsure, which only served to widen Cipriani's grin. He must despise when he isn't in control of the situation, she mused, sliding her hand to cover his left one. He gave a sigh and shrugged his white shoulders, looking from the cup to the roof one last time before flinging the water into the air above them. Cipriani had closed her eyes and a tight hold on the Prince's hand, but when she opened them and released her clutch, she saw him focused upward and unblinking.
Cipriani followed his eyes and smiled to herself - she stood on the bed and held a hand out to Loki, inviting him to join her. He accepted it and rose up, a black robe covering him right when he took his place. The water hung in mid-air, the sun's rays making the droplets sparkle like diamonds - it was her own chandelier, reflecting beams of light to random corners of the room. They stayed still for a moment, admiring the levitated liquid as if it was a piece of art.
Cipriani stepped forward, sticking her tongue beneath the nearest hanging droplet and curling it into her mouth. Loki looked at her actions, wide-eyed but silent, and poked at a low-lying ball with a cautious forefinger - the clear orb floated a short distance away, and for the first time since the exercise began, he cracked a smile. She took it as a good sign and sighed with relief.
She corralled a nearby droplet and flicked it in the Prince's direction - it soared and splashed against the edge of his eye, and misty particles hovered in the area in the aftermath. His mouth dropped and he let out a single scoff, sending a glare that made Cipriani question if she crossed the line. Loki gathered many spheres together, forming a large water ball between his enclosed palms, before tossing it straight at her face. She used her fingers to wipe her eyes dry before opening them and finding the God of Mischief riddled with quiet laughter, clutching his sides.
"So, what is this power?" he asked when he finally caught his breath, "Some sort of water maneuverability? Telekinesis? Creative ways to entertain yourself?"
Cipriani bit her lip to keep her smile from spreading. "Something like that, Your Grace," she said, pointing her chin at the open window behind him.
Loki turned and looked out of the open square as Cipriani stood by his side. A small sparrow perched on the edge, its nest safe in the corner of the windowsill, and still enough to be mistaken for the tiniest statue. Loki reached out and waved a wild hand in front of it - when it kept the stance, he slid a slow finger down the feathers of the bird's back. Something caught the Prince's eye and he looked beyond the sparrow and out at her neighbors who were stuck in the middle of their morning activities - men stopping mid-step, women posing with open mouths and still expressions, children on pause halfway through their skipping.
Loki stepped back and examined his hands, wiggling his fingers. "What is this sorcery?" he asked, his tone collected but confused.
When they locked eyes, Cipriani grabbed his hand and held it at her heart. "I can stop time," she finally confessed. The grasp on him tightened and within a second they felt the water behind them fall onto the crumpled sheets and heard the scene outside start like business as usual.
Loki studied her in a most curious fashion, and a smirk broke his face. "Oh, pretty bird, how could you ever think I would end this?" he asked, pulling Cipriani into his chest. "We are going to have such a good time together."
Cipriani burst into a fit of laughter as he dragged her arm down, ebony and emerald robes disappearing before they even hit the mattress.
A/N: BLAH! Sorry I took OVER A MONTH to get this chapter up. I am blaming it on school, life in general, and my lack of focus when it comes to writing. I also wrote a one shot featuring Tom Hiddleston (which can be found on my AO3 or Tumblr, for those who like raunchy RPF) that ate up quite a bit of time as well. I also have a couple more RPF one shots lined up, so it might be some more time before Chapter 4 is up (though hopefully not a month!). Feel free to follow me on Tumblr - link on my profile - or message me on here and tell me to get my ass in line.
ANYWAY, hopefully you're not sick of this lovey-dovey, cutesy-wutesy stuff yet, because there is gonna be more drama than you can handle in a few chapters! ;) Thank you for all the feedback! Your reviews/subscriptions/favorites give me life!