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***WARNING*** The following chapter contains mature content. It depicts graphic depictions of sexual acts that may be inappropiate to young readers.
Game of Shadows
Chapter 8
"Dammit" Selvig cursed, as the sparks died out, leaving only a burned metal shell on top of the small platform.
Barbara barely stood, leaning against the wall to support her weak legs. She groaned as she rested her spinning head on the concrete. They had been going at it all afternoon. Trial after trial of stabilizing the engine for the Doctor's device had failed. They had tried every element in the platinum family: From Platinum itself, to Rhodium, to Ruthenium, to Palladium. Now Titanium had let them down. At least she hadn't seen her captor since her return.
"I don't get it" Barton said, arms crossed and looking at the destroyed engine as if it were an abomination "you said it was one of the most corrosion-resistant elements on the planet"
"It is!" Selvig replied "but its thermal conductivity is obviously pitiful" he said as he retrieved the small wreckage. He tossed it into the pile of other failed trials in the corner of the room.
"It's not dense enough" Barbara interjected, putting her head up "It has a high strength-to-weight ratio, but it is 45% lighter than other metals. You'll need an element dense enough to sustain bursts of heat higher than 2000°C"
"Got any more bright ideas?" Barton snapped. Barbara ignored him. Her legs threatened to give way at any second, and the throbbing ache between her legs had not subsided. She had not eaten or drank anything since before they arrived at the base, causing her body to tremble with hunger and weakness.
Loki approached and stopped at the door, listening to the trio discuss their latest failure. His eyes instantly settled on Barbara. Her back was to him, but he could clearly see the shudders that rattled her body. He knew it wasn't just weakness and hunger that caused her to tremble; it was the earlier predicament she had suffered at his hands. His mind instantly went back to what had occurred between them: Her cries, the scent of her, the warmth of her skin, the feel of her as he touched her from inside. He felt himself stiffening in the confines of his trousers.
Just then, he saw her nearly fall to the floor but she caught hold of the wall to steady herself. He knew she needed tending to and sustenance, or she would collapse before her purpose had been served. He called for a woman tapping away at a computer, and the two guards serving as Barbara's chaperones.
"Take her to her quarters" he demanded.
Barbara almost screamed at the sound of his voice. She jumped and instantly put her back to the wall. She did not dare look up at him and barely noticed his presence by looking no higher than his boots. A woman approached her and put an arm around her shoulders as the two guards stood on either side. As she walked by Loki, he put an arm out, and wrapped it around her stomach. He pulled her close and put his lips to her ear.
"Tend to yourself, Barbara. You'll need strength for what's coming" he purred as his lips brushed the skin under her earlobe. She wanted to cringe in fear, but she managed to nod meekly in acknowledgement. He let her go and she disappeared down the hall with her escort.
Barbara was thankful for the solitude she was finally having. Upon return from the work area, she had enjoyed a hot microwave meal, a hot shower she was surprised to find already drawn up for her, and had changed into a fresh pair of pajama shorts and a cami with the aid of the lady who helped her walk back to her living quarters. The bummer had been when the same woman had suddenly handcuffed her left hand to the steel headboard of the bed as she got into bed. When asked why, she had stated that she was given specific orders by the leader. Without saying anything else, she left her.
She shifted on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position despite her restraints. With her free hand, she adjusted the pillow before resting her head. She closed her eyes and tried to find sleep, but only images of Loki yanking at her, biting, tormenting and hurting her filled her mind. Not even losing her virginity years ago had been as painful or traumatizing. He had deliberately enjoyed giving her pain as much as he had enjoyed breaking her will.
She had been so lost in her recollections that she didn't notice the figure that suddenly stood in her room. Only when she felt cool fingers run up her leg and over her knee did she gasp and turned to see Loki standing next to her bed, scepter in hand. The dim light in the room made his eyes seem as if they were aflame. His burning gaze ran the length of her exposed legs before going up her midsection, past her bosom and up to her eyes. She instantly looked down before he put a finger to the chin, tilting her head up to look at him.
"Do you know why I'm here, Barbara?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper as his finger left her chin and ran down her jaw line.
She gave her head a gentle shake in response and refused to meet his eyes, keeping them fixed on the wall in front of the bed.
"Do you fear me?"
She hesitated.
"Of course you do. Don't try to fight it, I can see the fear in your eyes. Acquiesce to me. Say I'm your king, your master, and maybe then I will ease the ache between your legs" he whispered as he ran his hand over her shorts and on top of her sore, throbbing sex. She flinched at his touch and looked up at him.
"Say it" he demanded
"You are… my king… my master" she whispered as she bowed her head down, settling her eyes on his chest.
"Good. Now you shall come undone"
He placed his scepter on the dresser and tossed away his overcoat. As he watched her lying on the bed he unfastened his arm braces and tunic. He crawled over her form and with one tug tore the cami in two, exposing her breasts. He cupped a breast with each hand before he descended and took a nipple into his mouth. She let out a loud gasp and he began suckling, his teeth and tongue circling and nipping.
A new kind of throbbing invaded the area between her thighs. A tingle began to form over her delicate area as he continued his ministrations, taking turns with each breast. She put her free fist to her mouth and bit down to suppress the moan forming in her throat. He groaned into her flesh, sending a ripple of sensations through her body. She shuddered and the moan she fought hard to control escaped her lips.
His mouth left her bosom and his tongue slowly traveled south, leaving a wet trace down her middle to just below her belly button and the waist of her shorts. Her legs parted in obedience and settled on either side of him just as he brought his head up, and he pulled her shorts down her legs. He discarded them and brought his gaze to her now completely exposed sex.
"Your body betrays you, Barbara" he purred as he ran two fingers over her sopping, wet heat "you're wanton with desire for me and it frightens you. Your countenance is flushed while your body trembles and begs for my touch. You crave subjugation. You crave it so immensely I can smell your quim's readiness for my attention"
In an instant he was free from his trousers. Barbara admired him as her eyes ran down his length. Loki took her free hand and guided it to his member. She ran her hand up and down and he sucked in a breath as his eyes closed. She continued to please him with her hand for a moment before he pushed it away and handcuffed it to the headboard. She now lay completely defenseless under him, clutching the chains of her cuffs, bracing herself for what was coming.
"Lift your hips" he commanded with a hard smack to her backside "open wide, mortal. Take me in"
She obliged and he grabbed his length, running it up and down her slippery sex. When he heard her gasp, he began dipping himself into her, each time a little deeper.
"Oh my god" she squeaked as he became fully sheathed inside her.
"Yes" he moaned as he began a slow, steady rhythm.
Pleasure overrode pain. She wrapped her legs around him as he continued to move within her. His pace picked up as he buried his face in her throat. The moans he elicited from her were loud and delirious. He ran his hands up and down her sides before settling on his forearms, anchoring him deep into her thighs. This sudden pressure set Barbara's hips to rocking in unison along with his, their moans and groans melting into a symphony of lust, as ancient as time itself.
Loki felt Barbara begin to clench around him, and he put a hand between them to rub at her swollen nub. She threw her head back and gripped her chains so hard that her knuckles turned white.
"Come for me, my pet. Let me feel that sweet release" he looked down at her as her back arched and her eyes closed in ecstasy.
"Oh… LOKI… MY KING!" she screamed to the heavens.
Her proclamation of surrender and the feeling of her walls clamping around him was enough to drive him over the edge. He thrust into her a few more times before he found his end, groaning and moaning into her neck. Satiated and still inside her, he collapsed on top of her small frame. He unclasped one of her handcuffs and she buried her hand in his hair, twirling his raven locks between her fingers. She continued running her hand through his hair as he lay atop her, eyes closed and panting in contentment.
"You're amazing" she braved to say. His eyes shut open and he wrung himself from her, leaving the bed. Not a second later, he was fully clothed and he grabbed his scepter. He unclasped her other handcuff and without a word he was gone.
End of Chapter 8
