To Love A God
Chapter Nine - Lost In You
Loki and Rika spent the remainder of the day in each other's arms. She couldn't stop running her hand over his bare chest, constantly reassuring herself he was truly unharmed.
She had confessed to him all she had dreamt, even the last bit, reluctantly, of course. Her face blushed at the thought of it again, being so open was not something is was good at.
"I can't bear the thought of losing you," she said softly her lips pressing gently against his pectoral muscles.
"I fear," Loki replied in the same level, "I am in the same sort as you. I do not know why, but I feel at a loose for words when it comes to the feeling that surges through me at the thought of you."
"Oh?" Rika questioned.
"It is almost maddening," he confessed as he absently ran his finger tips up and down her back, the fabric of her indigo satin and black lace night-gown cool against his hands.
"How do you mean?"
"I cannot allow myself the luxury of feeling," Loki admitted as he stared start-up at the ceiling, one hand behind his head, "Not now, most of all. All it would take is once, one hair's breath of distraction, and it could be the end of everything.
"Yet, with you," he looked down at her, his green eyes truly seeing her, "Feelings, emotions, overload me. They swarm without mercy. The emotions hit me wave after wave, colliding into me until I am blinded with it. From fury to desire to lust," he brought the hand that was behind his head down to caress her cheek, inching her closer to him, "Emotions I have no name for, having never experienced them before. Rika, you have awoken something in me and I know not what that may be. Only that it wants to take you and put you somewhere you can't get hurt."
Rika's silver eyes darkened as she watched Loki's mouth as he spoke, mesmerized by them, blushing when she remembered the feel of them against hers.
"I was terrified when I could not reach you," he said further, emotion causing his voice to become deeper, "I felt as if you were gone, completely cut off from me. You would not respond to me or call me into your dreams when I called out to you. It was then I knew. . ."
Rika waited, anxious to the point she could hear her heart beating in her ears. What was he going to say? She wondered as she nibbled on the inside of her lips, searching his eyes, willing him to finish.
"But that is for another time," he said and smiled softly, a gesture that already made butterflies spring to life in Rika's stomach. Could this really be happening? After the long twenty-five years she had waited, was this really what falling in love was? She had no answer, never having felt the emotion.
Rika stopped her hands repetitive movement on Loki's chest, "Loki?" she ventured ever so softly.
"Hm?" he replied.
"What are we?" she had to ask. Not knowing was driving her crazy. Were they a couple? She almost laughed at that notion. Her, a mortal, Loki, an immortal. It was almost too absurd to think on.
"I haven't exactly figured it out just yet," he murmured as he leaned in to tenderly press his lips against hers, hoping she would not turn away from him.
A delicate sigh came from her as she returned the kiss, moving her lips against his, putting both hands on his chest as he gingerly moved atop her, one hand on her face, the other holding himself up on his elbow above her. Rika's hands moved up, wrapping around Loki's neck only to travel further to run tem through his soft, thick, black hair. She couldn't stop how her heart quickened at the site of his green eyes watching her, boring into her, as if he could see straight into her soul. His eyes darkened as she drew him nearer, her breathing increasing as her lips inched towards his.
Their lips pressed together and she felt as if her world shook. She felt her heart lurch, beating at the inside of her chest, as if it were trying to join with Loki's. Heat enveloped them, covered them, and Rika couldn't stop at just the kiss. She had to have more, she burned for more. More of his hands on her skin, not just touching her through the thin fabric of the satin nightgown she wore, Rika wanted to feel his hands on her body, all over her body.
She pushed herself against Loki, begging him for more with her body. His hands gripped her hip, digging his fingers into her thighs, pulling her tighter to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat up, pulling her on his lap. She felt him against her inner thigh, felt the size of him pushing at his sleep pants. She couldn't stop herself from rubbing against it, moaning as little shocks of lightning shot through her whole body and settle in her womb. She could feel her need for him pooling between her legs. A blush crept up her chest to color her face as Loki ran his hands up under Rika's nightgown, caressing her butt before gently squeezing it.
Loki growled deep in his chest, deepening the kiss, when Rika gasped and dug her nails into his back, pressing her breast tighter to his chest. He almost couldn't control the urge that welled up inside him, lighting his insides on fire, sending shots of acid through his body, burning him with need from the inside out. He wanted to possess her in the worst way; lay her down there on the bed, pinning her arms above her head, and take her, marking her as his, claiming her in such a way that every male would know she was his and his alone. A bon fire erupted in his stomach and he swore he could feel the waves of heat move his insides. His member jolted, timing with the pounding of his heart.
She couldn't catch her breath as it was, but when Loki stripped her of her satin gown and laid her back on the bed, she felt like she wasn't breathing anymore. Her heart was pounding, and a blush darkened her already pink cheeks. She moved to cover her chest, feeling too exposed, but Loki grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms aside. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Don't cover yourself," he murmured to her, "Not in front of me. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen."
The blush darkened even more and Rika bit her lip, "But," she whimpered but Loki crushed her words with his lips. She whimpered into his kiss and lost herself in him, the way he made her feel, in way he seemed to consume her.
He pinned both her arms above her head and held them with one hand whilst the other traveled, learning its way over Rika's body, mapping her flesh. He gently caressed her breasts, softly rubbing her left nipple with his thumb. A sensation she had never felt welled up in her, an intense, overwhelming feeling. It filled her chest, traveled down and settle in between her thighs where she began to ache, needing his touch there more than anything. It built and she thought she would explode from it when he replaced his thumb with his mouth. She had no idea that part of her body was so sensitive. She almost couldn't bear the hot wetness of his mouth that stroked her tender nipple. She tried to tell him to move on, to stop tormenting her, but all that came out was a string of unintelligible sounds that only led to Loki doing just what he was, only to her right nipple instead.
Her hips bucked unvoleenterly, showing her eagerness. Loki moved his hand lower, grazing her belly and running across her lace panties. Her gasps and cries of ascent where muffled by Loki's lips, again consuming the sounds, like he were feasting upon them.
She was soaked through, literally soaked through her panties, and slickness of her nearly made him lose his control. He groaned, lightly nipping at her bottom lip, loving the little sounds she made, the light whimpers, tiny gasps, soft moans, all saying she wanted him. As if the moistness between her legs wasn't a dead give away. With a wave of his hand, he dematerialized her underwear, and slowly, easily slipped into her folds, lightly easing his fingers over her clit.
There was no stopping the cry that came from her at this, he knew it when she remained breathless as he softly stroked her. She shook, her whole body trembling as he saw to her needs. He slowly slid closer to her entrance, testing to make sure she did not resist. When he saw she was more than compliant, he carefully slipped a finger inside of her.
Her gasp was loud, and heat rushed over them, making a sheen of sweat develope all over Rika's naked form. Loki paused, he eyes growing wide as he realized just what she had tried to say.
"Why did you not tell me I was your first?" Loki asked softly, truly curious how this woman had gotten away her whole life without ever enjoying one of the greatest things in life.
Rika turned her head, a blush reappearing on her face, "I tried," she smiled lightly, "But you silenced me before I got the chance."
Loki was touched, truly. He had never had a virgin before. He would not ruin this for her, he would make their first coupling one to remember. Though he hoped, he finally realized, this would not be but the first of many more nights together.
"Rika," he said lovingly.
She turned and met his eyes and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips, one filled with the love he finally realized he felt filled his soul. A love for the woman laid out before him, for him and him alone. He finally understood that he was God Called, by Rika, part goddess herself and part something else just as unique and wonderful. How had he gotten so blessed? After all he had been through, after all he had discovered, how could something so good have happened to him? She was soft, hot, welcoming under him. All that she was, all that she was giving him, screamed for him. How could he deny her this one thing? He gingerly began to move his finger, slowly in and out, adding a second and groaning as her tightness made his member ache, throbbing for her, to feel her around him, clenching him as she came. He thought he was going to lose his mind thinking of her.
Rika couldn't take it, she felt like she was going to combust into flames and turn to ash if he didn't speed up, if he didn't do more. She knew he was doing this to torment her, she just knew that had to be it, make her enjoy every bit of it. She tried to rock her hips, move this way to make him catch on. But a grin spread across his face, no, he would do it his way. As his fingers worked their magic, moving in and out of her, his thumb began its work again, making her scream his name, surrendering to his power, as she secretly desired to.
When she came it was like a dam breaking inside of her, all the pleasure that had built up, all the sensations that made her body hot, her breath ragged, caused her heart to race, all the pressure exploded in her, flooding her body with a something she had never felt before.
She screamed Loki's name as the orgasm hit and was breathless as the waves of ecstasy washed over her, making her jello, a Rika-goo so to speak, in Loki's arms. Emotion overtook her and tears poured out her eyes as Loki held her, whispering soothing words into her ear. She soon calmed and lay, like a satisfied cat, naked, in the arms of the man she knew she loved.
They drifted, together, naked, holding each other, between awake and asleep when Loki spoke, "Rika," he said softly as he drifted his hands across Rika smooth flesh.
"Yes?" Rika asked slowly, her body refusing to really work after the orgasm.
"I think I know what we are now," he smiles.
Rika grins, "What?"
"We are destined to be together."
Rika looks up at him, putting a her hand on his chest, her eyes shining, "Loki, there's a custom here on Earth," she said and kissed his chest, smiling against him warm skin as his breath hitched, "I'd like to honor that custom. I mean, I've gone this long without having sex and I'm twenty-five, what's a little longer going to hurt, you know."
"So you are asking what exactly?" he questions gently running his hand through her hair.
"Well, on Earth we have a custom, one that many don't really follow anymore," she began, "But I'd like to be an odd girl and follow it. See, on Earth, men and women used to wait till they were married to have sex. I know it's rather old-fashioned, but I'd like to wait. That is, if you plan on staying with me."
Loki smiled down at her and kissed her gently, his heart jolting at the little feminine moan that came from her, "I would do whatever you wish of me, Mate," Loki said against her lips, "I am your God to command, I will do anything to make you happy."
Rika blushed hard and laid on his chest, "Thank you, Loki," she smiled.
Loki sat up suddenly causing Rika to squeak in alarm. He sat on his knees and pulled Rika's naked form up to him, holding her hand, "Rika Hawthorne -"
An alarm sounded through the ship, making Rika jump and panic, falling into Loki's arms on instinct.
"All hands report to command deck at once," a voice said through the intercom system.
"It seems as if that must wait," Loki said under his breath then looked at Rika, "We must get dressed, my Caller."
Okay, guys, AUTHOR'S NOTE HERE!
I'm so sorry these last few chapters have been taking for every to get out to y'all, my computer charger has decided to hate me and has gotten a short, so I have no laptop currently. I'm having to use my dads and it just got formated, so I'm having to use WordPad, which I have never used before, so it's slow going right now. I'll try to have the next one up soon, I promise. Hopefully my computer will have it's life source reunited again! Cross your fingers!
