Author Note: I'm nervous about this chapter as I've not written anything really like it before. Please be kind if you leave feedback.
Warning-This chapter contains Non-consensual sexual actions
A woman with bronzed wrinkled skin and a creaking back entered the room. The way she held herself was as if she hadn't stood upright in a hundred years. She was introduced as Dorcus, one of the powerful of healers in Asgard.
Without any regard to their social standings, the healer, with shooing motions and an unyielding voice chased Loki and Thor from the room. The princes complied, showing their respect for the healer.
"Now girl why are you so flushed?" the healer placed a cold hand on Keira's forehead. "No fever here… oh but I think I know." She chuckled hoarsely, "you were in here alone with Prince Loki, yes, yes he is a handsome one…a charmer." Her face then turned more somber, "best be careful though dear he's broken many hearts and scorned many women here in Asgard and who knows what other worlds.
The woman ordered Atla to get fresh water and something for her mistress to sleep in. "Lying here, buck necked with her hair still damp she'll catch her death. No good to heal a woman who's just going to die of cold a moment later." She insisted Keira drink some dark hot tea, that reminded her of chi but much spicier. It made her drowsy and pleasantly warm.
And so it went on, the two women attending the seer for the next hour. Finely Dorcus left when Keira had drifted off into a sound sleep.
Late into the night, long after Atla had retired, Loki slipped into Keira's bed chamber. The brilliant moon sent slivers of silver light through the small parting in the window coverings.
Loki did not need light to see, his magical ability allowed him sight even in the darkest of places.
For a long while all he could do was gaze down at her. Her red lips parted slightly she gave a light snore, then rolled onto her back, the covers just coming up to her chest. He enjoyed the mortality of her, the display of her right then. Eyes closed tightly, they fluttered, as she must have been dreaming.
And what dear Keira do you dream about I wonder. Feeling pleased of the control he was gaining over smiled in the darkness.
Using a bit of his roguish magic to send her into a deeper slumber, he sat down next to her on the bed. His enchantment was powerful enough to reach inside Keira memories, to make her believe this was all a dream. See my dear I have many ways of getting inside you. You aren't the only one with such powers.
First he threw off the dark cobalt and silver bedding that covered her; she moved and turned to her side. Loki made room for himself next to her on the huge bed. With silent strength he rolled her body on to its back.
He seated himself in such a way as to be able to take as much advantage of her form as he could.
Considering his first moves, he studied the uncovered body. She wore a thin burgundy night dress, it's satin material embroidered with humming birds in silk thread gave form to her contours. Beautiful as it was, beautiful as she looked in it, the gown was in his way. The garment vanished with the wave of his hand.
Keira was laying on her back completely naked, Loki took a deep breath, his mind reminding himself not to hurry, how charming her defenselessness is, how I wish to savor moments.
Her skin was the color of peaches and cream. A few small freckles spread about her chest and stomach. There was a scar, about 4 inches long on her lower side. He frowned not liking the idea of anyone but him hurting her.
Using his left hand to prop himself over her, it left his right hand free to do as he pleased."Oh Keira I'm going to enjoy getting to know you better… so much better." He softly whispered into her ear, his breath warming her soft cheek. She stirred with a faint sigh, still lost in her spellbinding sleep.
From her foot he made his way, like a venomous serpent, up her leg. He was taking his time, watching his hand's fingers gracing her flesh then looking to her face too note her reactions.
Her cool skin was coming alive with every inch of progress he made. She shifted and lifted her left leg up bending it at the knee. It seemed to open her up even more.
Up and up he went with his steady hand. This time when Loki reached the top of her thigh there was no teasing her. Slipping in, between her legs, he found her most intimate of places. As his long finger traced a small circle around her clitoris, the god brought forth, the most alluring of moans from Keira's parted lips.
Pleased with her response his hand continued onward smoothly over her belly. The prince stopped at her bared breast cupping it in his hand. He molded it softly at first but not getting a strong reaction from Keira, he started to hold it more harshly. Firmly he pinched her nipple and it became hard and inviting. The seer let out another moan this one a more hearty, louder than the first.
Fiercely kneading her breasts, he was cherishing her reactions. Pinching at them, molding them, conscious not to leave any defined marks. He didn't intend to leave any physical evidence that this encounter had been real. He wanted to fool her into believing she'd only had an erotic dream, nothing more. She'd never know just how real her "dream" had been, how he had in truth been there with her. His mischievous nature enjoyed the secret of it all. The dark nature of him wanted to use her desire as a tool to dominate her.
What better way to gain more understanding as to what made her quiver and cry out. Knowledge is power, one of the keys to effectively rule over another.
Loki's hands explored all over her, touching her neck, face, chest, shoulders, arms...Caressing, grasping, and fondled her in different ways. At times his hands were as light as a feather, teasing responses out of her. At other times his motions were fierce and demanding. All the while he took note as to what seemed to get the most reaction. With Keira it seemed the fiercer the better.
He could smell the spiced wine on her breath as it became labored by his touches.
Once satisfied with his exploration his hand descended down to her center. Once he touched her damp flesh, she gasped loudly. Slowly and with great lust in his eyes, his fingers started to enter her one by one, his thumb massaging her clitoris. The wet softness of her made him euphoric with a stiff desire.
He started to rhythmically thrust his three fingers into her. She answered willingly, matching his thrusts with her own small movements. Laying there, bare, venerable and very turned on, Keira reached down with one of her own hands. Loki, slyly smiling looked at her flushed face to find she still slept. This move was a natural response and he let her take over the motions, his hand on hers, following her movements. All this helped to immerse her more into the fantasy. To let her believe she had control.
The energy became quicker, harder, more forceful. Each time he thrust forward entering her he saw the passion swelling in her face. She gave into deep moans and hoarse cries.
She removed her hand up to her breast, giving him control over the rhythm again. He knew it would not be long before she lost herself in pleasure.
As Keira let out a loud cry, she arched her back moving her hips forward off the bed to meet his hand more fiercely. Trembling she gave into the passionate release they had both craved. Neither of them was disappointed.
Keira responded so fully to Loki he felt a kind of pride in himself, in his ability to rouse her pleasure so completely.
As her orgasm faded away a wave of pleasure fell upon her as he withdrew his hand and kissed her sweaty neck. He moved a finger over her lips, but never kissed her. The look on her face was contentment and bliss, she glowed with it.
The scent of violets and her damp musk filled the air.
With another wave of his hand her night gown appeared on her again. He covered her with the comforter and smiled at the results of his deed.
As Loki started to leave the room, a still sleeping Keira whispered his name out loud.