***WARNING*** - The following chapter contains mature content. It features graphic depictions of sexual acts that may be inappropriate for young readers.
Born to be a King
Chapter 2
Barbara reentered the chamber, holding a cup in one hand and a small scroll in the other. She was pleased to find Loki had managed to revert back to his own form.
"Much better" she teased "somehow the idea of spending the night in the arms of my own evil twin didn't seem quite appealing"
He chuckled, and took the steaming infusion she offered. He downed the herbal concoction, tasting its sour bitterness and feeling the unmistakable tingle on his tongue below the honey that made the potion bearable.
"Extract of the poppy with leaves from the sokurra tree" he admired, watching the cup and licking his lips "you've learned your potions well"
"I had a great teacher" she winked at him "how do you feel?"
"Better" he sighed, feeling the dizziness start to dissipate and the pounding in his temples slowly begin to ebb. He watched her as she removed her robe before straddling him on the bed, then she turned her attention to the scroll given to her by Thor upon leaving.
"What is it?" he asked. She smiled while she read the few lines of text, then she handed it to him.
"A note from Sif. She will personally come and drag me to the training grounds if she doesn't find me there tomorrow"
"Hmm" he replied, placing the note and the now empty cup on the table next to the bed "sounds like someone is in need of comforting company"
She said nothing, watching her husband lay back against the pillows, but remembering how it hadn't taken her long to notice the hidden devotion Sif held for Thor. She and Sif had developed an unlikely yet very close friendship. They enjoyed each other's company and sought to spend time often, much to the disapproval of Loki, who insisted that she would soon turn Barbara to her own self-righteous ways. But the two warrior goddesses of Asgard were nigh inseparable. Now the only man her friend held in high regard was about to wed another. She needed her.
"You know" Barbara now said to Loki "he's going to do it, no matter what you tell him"
"Oh, I know" he said, tugging at the hem of her small nightgown "the fool isn't even hiding it. Everyone knows it, and they know that she's human"
"They won't care. They didn't even question when a year passed and he still hadn't wed. At least you kept with tradition"
"He's as half-witted a king as there ever was, but he's the golden son of Odin. All his shortcomings are instantly forgiven" he said, rolling his eyes.
"Well, forget him for the night. He has no place in our bed"
She kissed him, reaching for the bindings and straps of his coat and freeing him from it. The vest came next, then his plates, then his tunic. Her lips ran over every inch of skin she uncovered, leaving a trail of kisses and the most gentle love bites. His hands roamed under the satin of her nightgown, groping and caressing her thighs, her hips, her waist, her sides, and the silky skin of her back. Her gown was now up to her chest and she lifted her arms to allow him to remove it completely. It now joined her robe and the rest of his garments on the floor. She threw her head back when he cupped her breasts and knead them before hungrily taking a nipple into his mouth, then the other. She moaned loudly as he suckled and licked the taunt peaks, teasing and taunting her while his hand traveled down her middle to the juncture between her legs.
She gasped when his fingers parted her, then plunged into her, curving inside. He continued to torment her deliciously, his mouth ravishing her breasts, while his fingers thrust and rubbed that special place in her frontal wall that sent her shooting to the heights of ecstasy. She rode his fingers, grinding her hips against his hand and her own fingers fisted in his hair. When she came, she came with the fury of a hurricane.
"Ahhhhh!" she screamed repeatedly as she nearly drowned in the waves of her orgasm "aaahhhhhh! Lokiiiiiiii! Ahhhhhhhh!"
He laughed malevolently when she collapsed against him, panting and spent. He dislodged his hand from her thighs and ran his moist fingers across her open lips. She lapped at the digits, tasting herself on them. Then he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean.
"Delicious" he purred, licking his lips and then bending down to ravish hers. Their tongues danced against each other's, tasting of wine, her womanly juices and honeyed potion. She pulled away and their lips made a loud smacking sound. She looked at him with the most devious of smiles.
"Leave Asgard to the care of its own" she purred as she kissed her way down his neck "you don't need it. Soon you will taste powers greater than any imagined" she now worked her way down his chest and torso "you will leave all this behind and become what you truly are: A god king"
He looked deep into her eyes that suddenly began to burn bright. Any mention of power caused her eyes to become aflame. She hungered for battle. She missed it. She craved the rush of metal against metal. She was a fierce creature, a savage wild beast, and she had starved for far too long.
With one quick yank, she pulled off his boots and threw them on the floor. With great urgency, she undid his breeches and removed them. Then she dove in. Loki could only suck in a breath when he was suddenly engulfed by the wet heat of her mouth. Instinctively, his hand grabbed a fistful of the bedding while the other became lost in her hair, holding her head.
She sucked him vigorously. Her lips curled tightly around the head of his cock and her hand around the base, working him with a slow and steady stroke. She licked that especially sensitive spot right under the head, she lapped at the precum that oozed and licked her lips as if tasting something delicious. She teased his throbbing shaft with her teeth, gently scraping up and down and around before bringing her head down, taking him all in her mouth. Saliva dripped freely down her chin and down his balls, trickling down his thighs. She tortured him to her leisure, enjoying the sound of his panting and moans, and feeling his cock throb and twitch under her ministrations.
"Fuck, woman" he groaned deep in his throat "what greater power than the one you hold over me?"
She came up, popping the head with her lips, causing him to almost spill and shocks of pleasure to shoot through his veins and upwards into his skull. It left him breathless and momentarily immobilized. All he could do was throw his head back and fight against his orgasm that threatened to spill. She growled, seeing the abandon written on his features.
"Ride me" he panted with desperation "by the Norns, just ride me already"
She obliged immediately, straddling him and slamming herself down upon him. They both cried out, and his hands instantly gripped her hips. His hold on her was almost bruising and she dug her nails into his pectoral muscles as she brought herself down onto him again and again. She rode him fast and hard, he thrusting upwards to meet her halfway. The room echoed with the sounds of their hips smacking loudly together, the creaking of the bed, the moans, gasps, sighs and exclamations of pleasure. For the umpteenth time, she was glad that they were the only ones occupying the top floor of the residence, and thankful that the walls and floors were thick.
"So close" she breathed "so close!"
Suddenly, she froze, he sat up and they both stilled before yelling out in unison as they plunged off the edge. They held onto the other for support, for anchor, trembling and shaking before collapsing in a heap in the plush bedding. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, her legs were tangled with his, and the moons shining down upon them caused their glistening bodies to almost glow under their silver light.
"A god king?" he laughed when they had caught their breath "you're so sure of victory even when we still lie here as prisoners"
"We're bad people Loki. Selfish and cunning, you and I. We bide our time, we take our chances and grasp the few opportunities given to us. And all who stand in our way ultimately get fucked over"
"Mmm" he mused in approval. Then without warning, flipped her over so she lay underneath him and he loomed above her. He nuzzled her nose, his lips ghosting over hers.
"That they do. But tonight my pet, it will not be our enemies who lay helpless beneath me. It will be you, and when the night is over and the sun rises you will still lay here, breathless and completely fucked out"
"Oh god" was all she could say before he dove into the task of proving it to her.
End of Chapter 2
