Warning: Rated M for Mature. Graphic.
Standing just behind her, Loki took hold of the slender zipper of Hermione's sleek, plum colored dress. Easing it down, Loki smiled at the small gasp that escaped from her lips. She trembled, her flesh producing a rush of goosebumps as the fabric of her dress fell aside, revealing at full the peach colored flesh of her back. Loki reveled at the sight. A stirring filled him as he gazed upon her, his lips moist he placed a gentle kiss upon the base of her neck.
Glancing over her shoulder, Hermione flushed a pretty rose as she looked up at the man standing behind her. She was shy, but confident. He looked ethereal, standing in the dim light of the master bedroom. The four poster bed stood beside them, large and daunting. Not much could be said about the rest of the room. It was very plain and nearly empty. Ordinary wardrobe, night table, and lamp. A small writing desk, a simple chair. But before them, a large mirror stood, its reflection reflecting the whole of the room in one glance.
Loki caressed Hermione's hair. His eyes fixed upon her lips. The heat pooling within his loins burned with a magnificent fire. How he longed to touch her. But he waited, wanting to savor each taste. Each passionate touch.
"You may do your will, upon me, Loki." Hermione whispered, her body slowly turned before him. Standing tall she reached an hand up, guiding the fabric of her dress across her shoulders.
Her dress fell below her small breasts, traveling along her slender stomach, she pushed it along her hips until it finally fell gently against the floor. She looked up at Loki's eyes, his expression longing. He looked at her with such magnitude, he could hardly keep his cheeks from going the slightest shade of pink. Reaching out, delicately, Loki touched the curve of Hermione's collar bone. Trailing soft fingers across silken flesh, she traveled down her arm until at last grasping her hand with his, bringing her fingers to his lips he kissed them. His eyes closed as he did.
When he opened them again, a shaky breath escaping him. A tear, hot, rebellious to his emotions, ran along the length of his cheek. He turned Hermione around, holding her within his arms. Nuzzling against her, he held her close. It was here he was free. Free to be whom he wanted. No tricks. No pretenses. To his world, he was the god of mischief. To this world, to Hermione, he was Loki. Just Loki. A man. A lover.
"You are most beautiful, Hermione." Loki kissed along her neck, his hands caressing her flesh. When there wasn't a response, Loki looked up with emerald eyes.
In the mirror before them, he saw the creature he held, her eyes fixed upon herself. Half naked, vulnerable, for the man, the god who held her. Loki spun her around. His face furious. His eyes lethal. Hermione stood, terrified, before him.
"Loki?"
"Do not think, for a moment that you are displeasing in my eyes. I do not lie. Your beauty brings chills to my flesh. Arouses me to the deepest part of me." Loki held Hermione's cheek, his eyes sincere. Loki kissed her then, a passionate grasp. Holding her close. He touched her lower back, bringing her in closer to him.
Hermione felt through Loki's crisp, white dress shirt, the ripple of his muscles. In the thin fabric of his tailored black dress pants, Hermione gasped against his lips at the prominent bulge nestled against her stomach. She pulled back, to look at him with glazed eyes. He growled deep within himself, pulling her into him. Hungrily devouring her lips. Hermione felt the rush of power surge through her, heightening her senses. Kissing vigorously at Loki's passionate lips, she pushed against him until his knees hit the edge of the bed.
Breaking from the kiss, gasping hard, Hermione looked up at Loki, her eyes wide and fierce. Loki smiled wickedly at her. Feeling the excitement fill the space of the room. He sat upon the welcoming bed, its blankets warm and inviting. He leaned back upon his arms, watching as Hermione eyed his clothes. She started at the buttons of his pants, her lithe fingers causing Loki to moan as he let his head roll back. Impatience overwhelmed him but the eagerness Hermione showed stayed him from removing his clothes then and there with magic.
Loki's clothes lay in a heap upon the floor, his body laying naked as the full moon against the plush fabric of his comforter. He watched, with hungry eyes, the beautiful creature climb upon the bed towards him.
"Your dessert awaits you." Loki's hushed voice broke through the heated silence. His eyes smoldering against the sight of Hermione's youthful form. Spreading apart his legs, he welcomed Hermione, his erect manhood standing at attention.
Hermione gaped in awe at the god of mischief's sleek, thin and long erection where she knelt above his thighs. It wept from its eye, a shimmering liquid. Loki breathed even, watching Hermione as she looked upon him with astounding eagerness. She touched his every inch of flesh, from his calves, to the dips of his shoulders. Returning again to the curve of his slender waist before roaming the tender skin between his legs.
His breath hitched in his throat as she stroked the head, traveling down along the base, sending chills up his back. Loki closed his eyes, letting his head fall back, he let Hermione's warm hands stir the heat from within him.
When Hermione kissed the sweaty skin if Loki's bare chest, he wrapped his arms around her, turning her onto her side, cradling her within his arms. Hermione smiled, as Loki touched her hair, his eyes glazed over. He kissed her forehead, his hand roaming the length of her arm, up her thigh, caressing her stomach, before dipping his hand longingly at the place nestled just between her thighs. Loki felt a sudden surge of energy and excitement, when Hermione gasped at his touch. Clinging to his arm as he stroked her slowly, easily.
Loki's erection throbbed painfully, watching Hermione's face scrunch and release in pleasure as he slid his fingers gently within her. He loved the penetration, as he loved the effect it had. He rocked his body against hers, as she rolled her hips into him. She was hot, ready. In one swift movement, Loki pulled free his hand. Hearing a groan of disappointment from the tender lips of the girl at his mercy, he did not wait to let her say a word. In one glide of they hips, he slid deep into Hermione's tightened heat. Both gasping in shock and pleasure at the fitted feel.
He was slow, to begin with, easing her into his length. When he push completely within her, he pulled back within an inch of pulling out, he filled her again in seconds.
"Take all of me, Loki." Came Hermione's shaky gasp, as Loki pushed himself to the hilt.
He sweated to have her hard, rushed. The way he had all his Midgardian women. But Hermione was different. He didn't want to rush it. He wanted to savor every last feel. He felt something for Hermione deep within his heart and soul, no other human could ever reach.