Friday
The next morning, they awoke together. Jensen was sad to see him disappear off to wherever it was he went during the day, but she knew it was good thing he did, because it would make him want her even more. She had a lot to prepare for. She went through and chose her leather cuffs carefully, choosing her special green ones, and she put those on, along with choosing her favorite riding crop, the one with the wide leather piece, for tonight. She kept her wardrobe simple, with a black mesh bra, black mesh panties, and a black lace garter belt with fishnet stockings, and black thigh-high boots. She put her hair into loose curls, and had on blood red lipstick.
She went and hid in the bathroom, and waited for Loki to find the note. She carefully orchestrated her playlist for the night. Soon enough, she heard him come in, mumble a little, and fall silent as he read her note. She faintly heard "Change" playing, and heard the familiar sound of him settling into the chair. She stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed the crop off of the table, and smacked it against her calf.
"Have you been bad, Sir," she growled at him. "I did say I'd make you beg for mercy twice. I meant it."
"Oh, are we having a power play tonight?" he drawled. "Because you will lose."
"I highly doubt that," she retorted. With two swift steps, she crossed the distance and had him pushed back against the chair, making his eyes go wide. "My, my, what big eyes you have."
"Oh really," he whispered, and stood up. This pushed her off balance, and he used this moment to pick her up and throw her on the bed. He pinned her face-down on the bed, using his body weight to hold her down while one of his hands explored her body. Every time he brushed against a hot spot with his fingertips, she'd gasp. Finally, he got tired of beating around the bush, and he flipped her over. However, he took too long in repinning her down, and she pushed him up and off the bed as a result. She pinned him down by laying with one leg between his, and by grinding her hip into his groin. She captured his mouth with hers, and forced her tongue into his mouth. While their tongues battled for dominance, their hands where everywhere, shredding clothes, popping buttons, until they were both completely naked. Hoisting him up to a sitting position, she pulled back, admiring the view. His cock was huge, not just in length, but in girth.
"You are mine," she huskily said as she darted her head forward to bite his earlobe.
"Oh really?" he asked. "I was really rather under the impression that it was the other way around."
"You're mis-AAAAAH!" she moaned as he shoved his cock into her soaking wet pussy.
"That's what I thought," he growled into her ear.
Jensen lost her senses for a brief second. She surrendered completely to the pleasure that he had given her, but didn't get lost in it.
"Like I was saying," she moaned into his ear, "You're mistaken."
With that, she slid off of his cock, and stood, towering over him in that moment. "Now that I have your attention, slave, lick my fucking cunt. You want it that badly?"
"Yes, Mistress," he moaned out, surprising even himself. "I would like to lick your pussy for you."
With that, he flung both her and himself back onto the bed. He began to lap at the juices forming around her pussy. Working methodically, he went from the outer edges, and then went in for the kill: he attacked her clit with a force to behold. Her soft moans became screams of desire. It wasn't long before she came, harder than she had done so before. She flooded Loki's tongue with her juices, which he continued to lap away vigorously.
"That's right," she groaned, coming down from the heights of orgasm. "Worship where your cock will later rest."
"Yes my Mistress," Loki moaned even louder. "Please mistress, have mercy. I need you. I need you to ride me, to make me release, to make me come. Please mistress."
"Well well well," she drawled, "I told you you'd beg for mercy twice by the end of the night. I suppose you can have your wish, since you asked so nicely."
The animalistic look came back into Loki's eyes, and for a brief moment, Jensen wasn't sure if she was going to make it out of this alive and unscathed or not. He got up, slowly and deliberately, and looked down at this woman sprawled out before him. The things that she's done to him, made him feel about her, he was going to get payback. He roughly flipped her over, and then grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her. She let out a moan, both from pain and pleasure. Wrapping his left hand around both of her arms, he used the other hand to continue to mercilessly rub her clit. She began to thrash around, moaning louder and louder.
"Oh gods!" she screamed out.
"No," Loki replied. "Just one. ME!"
He stopped his ministrations, and got up from the bed. He went over to his chair and sat down, looking at her with cold hatred.
"I found that golden orb, along with the instructions on how to use it, in your bag you slut. To think," he continued, coldly, "that I thought, even for an instant, that you actually had feelings for me. You're just one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s puppets, strung along by it's master."
"Do you think I actually planned on using it on you, you goddamned son of a bitch!" she shouted back, tears beginning to form. "I fucking care about you! I care more for your happiness than my own!"
"Then what were you going to do with it?" he asked sarcastically. "Use it as a centerpiece?"
Crying now, she whispered, "No. I was going to give it back. I wanted us to be together, not separated by cold metal, where I can't see you, or even touch you. I never asked for this. I was told to do my job, and then it got complicated. That fucking prophecy. I wish I'd never heard it."
"You know of the prophecy?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I know that it's a double edged sword that cuts both ways, too. The only person that can use it is the person that is your one true love, but then you get taken away from them at the same time."
She started to sob in earnest. "It's not fair. From the moment I saw your picture, I wanted you. I knew you'd be interesting sexually, but I never wanted this."
"You never wanted to fall in love with a murderer," he sighed. "From the first day you walked through those doors, I wanted to tear your clothes off and have my way with you. Over and over again, until you and I were hoarse from the panting, the moaning, screaming. You stripped for me, though you knew who and what I was from the beginning. You shared my bed. You fingered yourself where you knew that I could see and hear you. I have never touched myself in that way, before that day. None of the other women here raised my interest, not like you."
She got off the bed and walked over to where he sat, and took him by the hands. She tugged gently, and to her surprise he let her pull him up.
"I know what it is you want," she said quietly. "What you feel, what you need, what you crave. Right now, that's me. You won't let yourself feel anything but anger and sadness though. Come back to bed with me. Let yourself love. If not me, at least love yourself. You and I are both out of time."
She walked him over to the bed, and turned him around and made him sit on the edge of the bed once he was there. She crawled up onto his lap, straddling his legs, and she began to kiss him again. Her being on top of him reawakened the animalistic spark of lust in his eyes, and he stood up and flipped the both of them over so that now she was laying down on her back and he was on top of her. He pulled her face to his in a lip-crushing kiss. When he went to pull away, she knotted her hands into his hair and hungrily pulled him back down again for more. She took his lower lip between her teeth and bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to elicit a noise that sounded like a hiss and a moan.
"You're going to pay for that," he growled in her ear. "Slowly, and painfully."
To make his point, he raked his nails from her knees to just below her slit, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Do you like that?" he breathed in her ear. "Or do you want more?"
His questions dropped like a red-hot ember through her stomach. She reached out under his arms and dragged her nails down his back, leaving firey-red welts in their wake, leaving him groaning and causing him to become harder.
"More," she hissed at him as she lunged forward to bite his neck.
He moved out of the path of her teeth as they gnashed sharply together. He flipped her back onto her stomach, pausing to marvel at the curve of her ass, the way she fought against him all the way. It was then that he noticed the leather cuffs around her wrists, and that there were snaps to fasten them together.
"Oh, my, my, my," her murmured. "What a surprise this is. Aren't these cuffs oh-so-pretty? Why don't I just snap these together for you?"
Jensen realized then that, for the first time, she was beaten. For the first time, she gave herself up completely to another person, and she was okay with it. She didn't even struggle as she felt her arms being bound together.
"Aren't you just a submissive little cum-slut?" Loki whispered to her, as he bit down on the side of her neck. "Now then, where did that crop go? Hmm...Ah! There it is!"
He brought down a sharp blow directly in the middle of her right ass cheek, which sent tendrils of fire over her skin. Another blow lands on her left cheek, and then her thighs, back, ass again, back again. With each blow, she cries out louder and louder. She feels the warmth between her legs growing more and more until she shrieked out his name in orgasm, just from the pain alone. It wasn't the first time she had ever cum this way, but it was the first time at the hands of a man.
"Now that you're all warmed up," he said, throwing the crop to the side, "I think we can really get started."
He hoisted her up so that she was on her knees but still had her face in the covers of the bed. He lined up his cock with her soaking wet entrance, took a deep breath, and shoved it in up to the hilt, causing her to cry out. He allows her time to get adjusted to the size, which allows him to revel in the silkiness of her, and slowly starts to withdraw again. Before he got to the head, he shoved it back in again, which makes her moan. He begins to pull out, but only makes it out halfway before she shoves her ass back to meet his hips, making him groan. He grabs her hips and begins to pound into her mercilessly, which makes her moan louder and louder. Just as she gets close to release, he pulls out completely and pushes her onto her side, causing her to frown.
He gets down, right in her face, and says, "Oh don't frown, lover. I'm just switching positions is all. I want to see your face as you scream my name, over and over again."
He picks her top leg up, and straddles the other, and plunges his cock back down into her folds. He grinds against her clit, making her gasp for breath.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he cooed at her. "I don't think I caught that. It sounded like you were just trying to say my name."
She shook her head no, trying to choke back her moans.
"Well that's so disappointing," he drawled. "It looks like I'm going to have to try harder."
With that, he thrust into her as hard as he could. She fought hard against her impending orgasm, but there was only so much she could fight. He was fucking her the way she had always wanted it. She had always wanted it hard, fast, and wantonly. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
"LOKI!" she cried out. "OH! LOKI!"
"That's three times you've shouted my name now," he looked at her through lust-filled eyes. "But that's not enough for me. And besides, I haven't had my own release."
"Well then stop teasing me and fuck me already," she snarled back.
"Oh gladly. But first, let me free your arms," he said. "It looks as though I've made my point."
How Jensen was able to hold still for that long, she will never know. He was moving far too slowly for her liking. As soon as she felt the last snap come free, she whirled around and pinned him down up under him. She smiled a cruel smile, which caused a small sliver of fear to drop into Loki's stomach. She sidled down to his erection, and wrapped her hand around the base. Licking her lips, her eyes started to shine from her excitement. Opening her mouth, she slid her long tongue out and over the purple head of his cock. This caused his eyes to roll into the back of his head, and encouraged her further. She slid the head of his cock into her mouth, and taking a deep breath, slowly worked it further into her mouth until she felt as though she might gag.
She began to keep a constant suction on her lover's member, and bobbed her head up and down, lips and hand gliding over the skin with ease. Before long, Loki began groaning from the intensity of the blow job he was receiving. It was hard to believe that a mere mortal was able to bring that much pleasure to him. He began to thrust upwards into this woman's face, causing her to hum around his cock, and the vibrations felt like heaven. This started to set in motion what she'd been plotting since he first restrained her. She carefully worked her cuffs off her wrists and placed them around his. He was too distracted to notice what she was doing to him, at least until it was too late. She finally decided he'd had enough, and took her lips away from him with a slight pop. He moaned at the lack of warmth.
"Oh, now don't be that way," she teased. "After all, you were so kind in restraining me, so I thought you deserved to have the favor returned to you."
She motioned to the cuffs which had been attached to sparkling silver chains on the bed.
"Those chains are special. Nick specially designed them for me. They're designed to be able to hold anything, even a god."
She picked up her crop from where Loki threw it away. It was her favorite crop. Silver threads wound up the shaft, and the leather was as black as pitch. She laid it down beside him, and went back to the briefcase to grab one more thing: a green ball gag.
She walked back and placed the ball in his mouth, saying "Now then, the Prince of Lies can tell no more tales" while buckling it behind his head.
I'm down to do this all night, I'm gunna beat it upright.
What a perfect song for this, she thought to herself. She picked up her crop, took a deep breath, and swung it down hard onto Loki's thigh. Again on the other. A blow to his side, the undersides of his feet. Another blow, another muffled groan. She lifted the leather up to his face, caressing it, dragging it across his lips stretched thin across the gag. He was breathing heavily, from both the pleasure and the pain. Here he was, thinking he had overtaken this whirlwind force of a woman, and here he was, silver tongue silenced, and tethered like a common animal. She placed the crop on the floor beside the bed, and swung her leg over his body, hovering just above his cock.
"And now for my next trick," she whispered into his ear before slamming his cock into her waiting hole.
His cries for release were muffled against the ball gag as she slowly began to gyrate her hips in time with the music. As his breathing sped up, so did hers. Fuck it, he thought to himself, and he thrust upwards as hard as he could into her waiting pussy, causing her to loudly moan. Taking the hint, she sped up her rhythm, riding him hard and fast until they were both covered in a sheen of sweat. He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head, and could feel his balls roiling, ready to explode. This just made her ride him faster, and finally she felt him shudder under her, letting out a high pitched moan that not even the ball gag couldn't muffle. With two more thrusts, she felt her own release, moaning out his name for the final time before she collapsed.
They lay there like that for a minute, trying to catch their breath. Finally, Jensen was able to get her wits about her and she reached behind Loki's head to undo the restraints still holding the ball in his mouth. She then slid off of his cock, now spent, sending a shudder through his core. Before she could collapse beside him, though, he grabbed her behind her head and brought her down for a breathtaking kiss, trying to put every emotion he was feeling into it.
The door came splintering in. Through the doorway stepped Nick Fury, the Hulk, Iron Man, Black Widow, Hawkeye, and Thor, all with their respective weapons pointed at the tangle of limbs on the bed. However, once they realized that there was no immediate danger to be had, they lowered their weapons, and allowed the couple to finish basking. After roughly five minutes had passed, Natasha cleared her throat. Both Loki and Jensen gave a pitiful wave, signaling that yes, they were aware that they weren't alone, but they didn't give a damn who saw them in their birthday suits, because they were happy, damn it. The final straw was reached, however, when the Hulk tried to drag Loki away from his lover.
All utter hell broke loose. Jensen threw herself across Loki, sending long scratches down the Hulk's hand. This caused him to throw her backwards into the wall, shattering the sheetrock and causing chunks of wood framing to splinter off into her back. Upon seeing this, Loki flew into a rage, knocking everyone back with a spell as he fought his way over to her. The damage that had been caused to her was too great for even him to heal, and all he could do was cry as his only love began to die in his arms.
"Please," he choked out. "Please save her. How can we get to a portal from here, brother?"
"What do you plan to do with her?" Thor asked.
"What do you think? I'm taking her to father," Loki sobbed. "I need her. I have to save her."
"I can try to contact Heimdall," Thor said. "I hope, for your sake, we get her there in time, if the journey alone doesn't -"
"NO! Don't you dare say it!" Loki shouted.
"You have to realize," Nick reassuringly said, "mortals are more fragile than you give us credit for. She might not make it, and I don't want this to be the final breaking point that begins an all-out war."
"I love her too much for that," whispered Loki. "I wouldn't tarnish her memory like that. Since she came here I stopped all contact with the Chitauri. There was going to be no war. For all they know, I'm still imprisoned."
"I contacted Heimdall, and he's opening the portal where you're kneeling," Thor said as he strode back into the room. "I hope you're prepared to face Asgard in the nude. You don't have time to get dressed."
"I'd go through Niflheim with my skin flayed off," growled Loki, "if it would help save her."
Turning his attention to the woman cradled in his arms, he whispered, "If it kills me, I will save you. I promise. Now, what I'm about to do is going to hurt."
"Oh good," Jensen chuckled weakly. "More pai-ARGH!"
She let out an ear-splitting shriek when Loki picked her up. She whimpered as the shards of wood dug further into her flesh. By all accounts, she was lucky one of her lungs hadn't been punctured yet.
"If I make it through this," Jensen began, but she never got the chance to finish what she was saying. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and her head slumped backwards, so that she was hanging limply.
"Oh no," Natasha whispered.
Nick walked over to where Loki was cradling her limp body. He grabbed her wrist to check for a pulse. It was weak from blood loss, but it was still there, still steady.
"Good news, lover boy" he said. "She's still alive. You and your brother need to hurry though, if you want any hope of saving her."
"HEIMDALL! DO IT NOW!" Loki shouted. "PLEASE! OPEN THE GATE!"
There was a blinding flash of golden light. Once it had subsided, the brothers and the mortal girl had vanished to the next world.
In Asgard...
"Heimdall!" Loki exclaimed. "I could kiss you! Where is father?"
"He's already almost here," the gatekeeper replied. "If you don't mind my asking, where are your clothes?"
"Err..." he looked pointedly at the nubile woman in his arms. "I was half distracted when my brother and his comrades showed up."
"Say no more," the gatekeeper said. "We've all been there at one point in time or another."
"Indeed," Loki half-heartedly said, unsure of whether he wanted to know or not.
Suddenly, Odin flew into the Bifrost. He regarded his son and his condition, but decided it wasn't worth the fight. He moved to take the woman from Loki, but that just caused him to cling to her tighter.
"My son," Odin said quietly. "I cannot heal her while you cling to her so. I know you don't trust me, but please, you have to let me help."
Nodding, Loki handed her over to him. Jensen finally started stirring once she realized she was being jostled around to where she was getting fresh pains shooting through her body. She looked around, and realized where she was and just who was holding her. She moaned from the pain.
"My girl, you're lucky to be alive," Odin told her as they started across the Rainbow Bridge. "You caught the attention of probably the most dangerous being in the nine worlds, and I wonder if that's probably the most unwise thing you've ever done."
"Everyone deserves to be loved," she snapped back weakly.
Jensen started violently coughing, and flecks of blood appeared on her chin. Odin had no choice but to set her down on the bridge.
"Look at how beautiful it is," she whispered, staring up and into the starry abyss.
"Stay with me," Loki begged, pushing through to her side. "You're here now. You're safe. Please don't leave me.
A single tear escaped, and fell down to hit Jensen's cheek. It glowed a silvery green, and disappeared as though it never were. Suddenly, a glow seemed to engulf her entire body, and she floated up from her resting place on the bridge. The shards of wood went flying from her body, making sickening noises as they went. In their place, though, there were no bloody wounds, just flawless, unmarked skin. Loki looked at his father, but Odin looked just as astounded as he was.
"What is this, father?" Loki asked.
"A magic far older than any of us," Odin answered. "Love is a powerful thing, and those that are older than us decided to bless yours."
She floated gently back down to the bridge. Her hair was fanned out around her, like fire. Everyone watched for a long, tense moment. Finally, the woman began to stir. She opened her eyes, and looked at everyone around her. Then, she looked down at herself.
"Holy hell!" she shouted. "I'm naked as the day I was born. You couldn't have at least brought a blanket or something? ...wait, why are you naked as well?"
"Well, my love," Loki started as he began to pick her up again, "I really was more worried about keeping you alive than your modesty. Besides, father has seen it all."
"Indeed I have," Odin acknowledged. "But I have never seen two people more in love with one another. You are going to eventually have to decide whether you want to return to Earth or not. In the meantime, we shall get clothing for you both. Loki, take her to your room. I doubt you'd let her stay anywhere else, anyways. If you do decide to make your stay more permanent, then we shall discuss the methods of your transformation."
"Yes father," he smiled down at the woman in his arms.
"Thank you Allfather," she whispered.
It was just beginning to be sunrise in Asgard. Loki thought more about what had transpired in the past week, and he decided that it was time for him to change for the better. He had wrongs that he needed to right, and because of the woman in his arms, he realized that he had what he needed all along.