Chapter 10: The Lion Ruts Tonight

I gasped, heat coursing through me. His nostrils were flaring and when he opened his eyes again I swear I could see fire burning within their dark depths. My fingers gripped my sheets tightly and I tried to concentrate on anything besides the fact that a half naked man was lying next to me. At least the blankets covered most of his body, only leaving the top of his bare chest and shoulders visible to my eyes.

What the heck was he doing here anyway? Had he been watching me the whole time? Judging from the look on his face he had. Even his breathing seemed to be uneven and slightly ragged. And what the heck had he meant, 'I smell good…' What was that supposed to mean? Could he possibly smell… I mean… there's no way he could… could he?

"What just happened?" he asked, leaning towards me.

I watched him inhale again and I shied away, sliding a few inches back on the bed. I didn't trust myself right now… memories of my dream lingering too closely to the surface of my thoughts. "Wh- what do you mean?"

He rolled to his back and lifted his arms up to cradle his head as he looked up at the ceiling. "You just… well umm… I don't know," he said and then turned his head towards me, his eyes searching out mine with a slight flush spreading across his cheeks. "I feel funny Luce."

He feels funny? I was the one who just had an amazing, orgasmic dream. I was the one whose heart was still beating rapidly inside my chest as erotic images of Mest still filtered through my head of him thrusting wildly inside of me and pushing me to the limits of my pleasure.

"Natsu, what are you doing here?" I asked.

My body was alive with desire. This was bad… really bad. I had to get away from him.

"Natsu, get out," I said before he could answer, annoyed with myself when my voice cracked.

"But Luce…," Natsu started and I quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, shaking my head. His lips pressed against my palm and I quickly snatched my hand back, clutching it with the other as if I'd just been burned.

"Get out!" I screamed again and this time Natsu scrambled from under the covers. I was lying between him and the edge of my mattress so he had to climb over me, clumsily falling on top of me and scrambling up while I tugged the blankets over my head. As soon as I felt the bed shift and knew he was off, I eased the blankets back down and looked at him.

He was standing beside the bed now, a hand scratching the back of his head while the other rested on his hips… his hips, oh my God! My eyes went wide and instantly my face started to flame. The only article of clothing he was wearing, his shorts, were tented impressively and my eyes fastened to the area.

"Eh? Lu… WAHHHH!" Natsu yelled and jumped back, his hands immediately grabbing at the offending area while his face took on the same shade as his hair. He smiled weakly at me and then turned, disappearing a moment later in my bathroom.

I stared after him, still in shock and then I laughed, what else could I do?

It was almost noon when I made my way to the guild and the place was on the quiet side, only a few people hanging around. I was thankful, not really in the mood for the chaos that the guild was usually in, especially lately. Everyone knew about my dreams now, even people I rarely spoke to. The guys certainly found it entertaining, some even going so far as to fight over who was better… like it had been real rather than just a dream. For the most part I was amused if not turned on by some of the reactions. Gray and Lyon had put on a hell of a performance the night before in honor of one of my dreams and Gajeel had been pretty persistent in offering his "services" ever since. Even people I hadn't dreamed about were getting involved, hoping that they'd be the next fantasy. I'd be disappointing one such blonde haired guild mate again today.

I found my favorite girls, sitting towards the back of the room and I made my way over, smiling as I approached.

"Hey Lu-chan!" Levy said, waving happily from where she sat with a thick book opened up on the table in front of her.

Cana was nearby, looking slightly hung over and she slid over towards me as I took a seat on the bench opposite Levy.

"You're looking bright and cheery today. Must have been a better dream," Cana said and then took a large gulp from her beer mug. Before I was even able to answer, Mira was there, taking a seat beside Levy and leaning her elbows on the table, propping her head up on her hands and waiting expectantly for my story.

"Jeez! Is that all you guys think about now? You know, we were friends before I started having these dreams," I said, huffing in annoyance but I couldn't keep a straight face and started giggling.

"Spill…" Cana said and I took a deep breath before I started laying out my latest erotic dream, thankful that no men were hovering around to listen for once.

"He teleported… inside? I'd never thought of his magic ability that way," Cana said, her eyes going vague as she started to disappear into a day dream. "Maybe I need to get myself in trouble."

We laughed and Mira stood up, shaking her head as she walked back to the bar, "You have some imagination Lucy."

Levy and I both giggled and then I turned when I heard the front door open. Standing in the entryway was Gajeel along with Lily and when his eyes found mine a large grin spread over his handsome face and I quickly turned away and said, "I need a girl's day. You guys wanna go out?"

I couldn't have asked for a more perfect day. Levy, Cana and I had spent the entire afternoon, walking around town shopping. We'd had lunch in a small café then spent the rest of the day at a local beauty parlor. It had been exactly what I'd needed, a reprieve from the curious stares and wild antics of the majority of Fairy Tail men.

The three of us walked inside the now lively guild, my spirits restored somewhat and I was ready to face the chaos that most likely awaited us. Sure enough, the moment we walked inside, every eye in the place was on me. I spotted Natsu in the back, seeming to be arguing with Gray. For a pair who claimed they hated each other, they spent an awful lot of time together… though of course, 90% of that was fighting.

He made eye contact with me as the girls and I worked our way back to an empty table and even from across the room I could see the embarrassed flush spread over his face and he waved a moment before Gray tackled him to the ground.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go use the restroom. I'll be right back," I said, leaving Levy and Cana at the table and making my way towards the back of the room. I didn't notice a certain figure getting up and following me till I was out in the hallway and a hand grabbed my waist, pulling me back against a rock solid body. I gasped, my entire body going rigid.

"I haven't heard any rumors today…" Laxus's deep voice whispered beside my ear, making a shiver travel down my spine. A moan slipped up my throat and it nearly tumbled out of my mouth but thankfully I caught it in time and took a deep breath instead.

"I'm sure that won't last long," I answered.

His other hand settled on the other side of my waist and I struggled to resist the urge to lean back against his masculine frame. "Why don't you just tell me now?" he persisted. His fingers were slowly making tiny circles where they rested on my waist and his body was pressing intimately against my hips. He was so impossibly large and I could just imagine what it would be like being captured beneath him in bed.

I inhaled deeply and then took a step forward, his hands releasing their grip on my body. "It'll only disappoint you," I said in answer and walked away, turning into the ladies room and then sagging in relief when I was finally out of sight. That man was simply overwhelming in every sense.

I walked out a few minutes later, checking the hallway first to make sure no one was hanging around and then made my way back to the girls. Cana had already claimed a keg of beer for herself and was busy guzzling it down while Levy talked animatedly about something with Mira.

"I knew you were into cosplay," Bickslow said with a smirk on his face as I passed his table. The rest of the team was there as well, Freed with an uninterested look on his face, Evergreen with a slight scowl and Laxus with a frown which creased his forehead.

I didn't know how to respond to that so I just smiled shyly and kept walking, not used to Bickslow talking to me at all much less teasingly. I took a seat beside Levy and listened while she and Mira talked about a new novel that had just come out. For some reason, a wave of exhaustion passed through me and I felt my body slump, a sudden desire for a relaxing evening with a warm blanket and a good book filling my head. When Gajeel caught my eye from across the room and winked at me I gave it up and leaned towards Levy. "I'm gonna head home. I'm tired," I said and stood up.

"Are you ok?" she asked, looking up at me as I slung my bag over my shoulder.

"Yea, I'm fine. I'm just gonna relax this evening. Cya tomorrow!" I smiled and waved good bye then headed out of the guild hall, breathing a sigh of relief when neither Natsu nor Gray stopped me on the way.

When I finally got home I let my bag fall to the floor and then poured myself a glass of water before grabbing a book and plopping on my sofa. I pulled my throw blanket off the side of the couch and draped it over my legs and then leaned back, opening my book and wiggling into the cushions till I was comfortable.

'Ahhh, this is perfect!' I said to myself, smiling as I started a new story.

I was several pages in when a bright flash of light appeared next to me and suddenly Loke was sitting on the opposite side of the couch. His signature suit since becoming my spirit was missing and in its place he wore a fitted green t-shirt and faded jeans. Even his tinted glasses were missing and his hair was cropped short like how it was when I'd first met him the day I'd joined Fairy Tail.

"Hey Princess," his smooth voice said across the short distance, a casual smile spreading over his handsome face.

"Loke, what are you doing here?" I questioned, pulling my feet beneath me so they weren't peaking out from under my blanket.

"I'm just here to visit. You haven't had need of me much lately and I missed you," he answered with a genuine smile.

Inwardly I groaned, not really wanting any company at the moment. I'd come home so that I could be lazy and just veg out. I didn't really want any company but he was right, it had been a while since I'd seen him. And maybe it would be nice to talk to someone who didn't know about my dreams. Lately that's all anyone spoke about, even my closest friends. At least Cana and Levy hadn't said much during our time together today but even they made mention of it a few times.

"How are you?" I asked, leaning back into the cushiony back of the sofa.

"I'm good. Would be better if I saw you more often though," he said, grinning.

I smiled ruefully back, "I've been busy I guess. Sorry." Ha! Busy? Could having an active imagination count as being busy? …Probably not.

His answering smile was warm and carefree. "Don't worry Princess. As long as you still know that I am always here for you."

"Thanks Loke, I do know that," I replied.

"So what are you doing at home?" he asked, draping a casual arm over the back of the couch. He was completely at ease sitting here and I felt myself relaxing as well.

"Just relaxing. The guild has been a bit… excitable lately," I answered, leaning back and stretching my legs out a little, careful not to kick him on the other side of the couch.

Loke laughed and leaned back as well, resting his booted heals on my coffee table. "When is it not?" he said and I had to agree with him though lately it's been at an all time high.

"Hey, get your shoes off my table," I yelled, reaching my hand out and smacking his leg.

"Yikes! Ok!" he said, laughing and then kicked his shoes off to the floor. "Now you get to see my sexy toes."

"Oh yes," I said, giggling when he wiggled them. "Very sexy."

This was nice. A normal, laid back conversation with a good friend. Even the slight bit of flirting was fun.

"Here, give me your foot," Loke said, reaching under my blanket with his hand and grabbing my ankle. I yanked it back quickly and cringed.

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, tucking my feet back underneath my body.

"Trust me. It'll feel good," he said, holding his hand out.

I bit my lip nervously, amazed that I was even considering it.

"Oh come on. I promise… no funny business," Loke said.

"Errr, I don't know." It seemed harmless enough but I was still hesitant. I mean, rubbing someone's feet was awfully intimate. But the lure was… tantalizing. And he did promise no funny business. I knew I could trust him. He was my spirit. We shared a bond no human to human could ever imitate. "Promise?"

"I promise. I won't touch you inappropriately at all," he said and when I tentatively slid my foot out from beneath the blanket he smiled and reached for my ankle. "Just relax Lucy."

He pulled my foot up on to his lap and slowly started to rub the arch. I was tense and uncomfortable. No one had ever touched my feet before, much less rubbed them. It felt weird. It was a struggle to not yank my foot back.

"You're not relaxing," Loke said and I groaned.

"I'm just, not comfortable with you... touching me… like that," I said.

"Alright, I won't touch you then," he said and stopped rubbing his hands over my feet. I tried to pull my foot back but he grabbed a hold of it first and said, "You can rest it here. I don't mind."

Silently I thanked him and leaned back against the arm of the sofa. It definitely was more comfortable this way with my legs stretched out and slightly elevated.

"So what's been going on lately? How's Gray and Natsu?" Loke asked, turning his body as well so that he could face me, both of my feet now in his lap.

"They are good… same as usual. Not a whole lot is going on really," I answered.

"You said earlier that everyone has been… excitable. What did you mean?"

I sighed and groaned. Did I dare tell him why? I didn't need another person knowing about my dreams. "I'd rather not say."

He quirked a brow and dropped a hand into his lap. His fingers brushed casually against my foot and they rested there but he didn't move them again. "Alright then."

"How about you? What's going on in the spirit world?" I asked.

"Not a whole lot," he said and shifted slightly, lifting an arm and propping his head up with his hand which was held up by his elbow leaning on the back of the couch. "I thought about you a lot."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Yea, I'm sure."

"I did!" he said, chuckling at my answer. "Actually, I miss everyone from Fairy Tail."

"They miss you too. You should visit more often. You obviously don't need me to bring you out," I said, laughing.

Suddenly I noticed that his hand was moving, slowly rubbing up and down the inside of my foot. How long had he been doing that? The gesture was innocent enough, almost like it was just a subconscious endearment. I was surprised that it didn't seem to bother me. If anything, it kinda felt… good.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It actually felt really good and I let myself relax and enjoy it as his caresses grew bolder and soon he was fully massaging my foot.

"See… didn't I say you would enjoy it?" Loke said with a soft chuckle.

My only reply was a groan as his fingers began rubbing my toes. Oh man, this was great. It was so relaxing but at the same time, a strange feeling started swimming through my body. It was like my nerves were all affected by his touch and my whole body was being caressed and massaged.

"Loke?"

His low voice almost purred as he answered, "Hmm…"

"Maybe… maybe this wasn't a good idea," I said. My eyes were still closed and I could feel his fingers drifting over my ankles then sliding back down to my feet.

"Why do you say that? Don't you like it?" he said quietly, grabbing my other foot and repeating the same torture.

"Well, I don't know. I just… feel funny."

"Funny, how?" he inquired.

I shifted a little on the couch, the arm digging into my back. "I don't know." How could I tell him I was getting slightly aroused? Was that weird? Was there something wrong with me to find something like this erotic?

"I can stop," he suggested and my first reaction was to say yes but something held me back. I don't know if it was all the dreams lately or just the wonderful ease of tension I was feeling but I suddenly didn't want him to stop. If anything, I wanted him to do more…

"No, its ok," I said simply and closed my eyes.

His fingers continued to work magic on my feet, his hand stroking further and further up my ankle till he was rubbing my calf as well. I knew I should put a stop to this. I didn't like the way I was feeling. Or rather, I liked it too much. I didn't trust my body. Not after the way I'd been feeling lately. Sex had become a nearly constant thought on my mind and it was clouding my judgment.

Still though, it was just Loke and he was just massaging my feet for me. He hadn't done anything bad. It was me having all the erotic thoughts. It didn't help that for some reason, Loke looked really good right now. He was always cute with his boyishly handsome face and killer charm but right now, there was something oddly sexy about him. His t-shirt was just tight enough that I could see the outline of his pecs and it laid flat over his tight stomach. I liked being able to see his eyes without the sunglasses and his hair was just the length I liked so that it looked like he'd woken up and only ran a hand through it to brush it.

"What are you thinking about?" Loke asked, interrupting my train of thought.

A blush spread over my face and I quickly grabbed my glass of water and took a sip, hoping to hide my cheeks. I groaned when I found the glass nearly empty and I dropped it back on the table.

"Want another?"

I nodded my head, hoping that having him away from me for a little bit would ease my churning emotions. He unfolded his legs and stood up, leaning over to grab my glass before walking past me and into the kitchen. My eyes followed his progress, admiring in his lean form and easy stride. When he disappeared into the other room I took a few heavy breaths, concentrating on erasing my wayward thoughts. This wasn't good. I could feel my body changing, my stomach growing warm. And what was I thinking anyway? He was my spirit. I couldn't take advantage of a relationship like that.

"Here you go, Princess," Loke said quietly behind me, startling me as he leaned down and placed the glass beside me on the coffee table. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled as he moved behind me again and I could feel his breath on my neck. "You didn't answer me before…"

I shivered and gripped the cushions on either side of me in my fists. "What didn't I answer?" I asked, gulping. His hands gently rested on my shoulders and he started to lightly caress my skin there.

"You never told me what you were thinking about."

"Oh," I said and moaned when his fingers traveled up and down my bare arms. I was wearing a tank top so there was a lot of exposed skin which he seemed to touch every bit of. The tips of his fingers were feather light, drifting over my shoulders and then around the front of my neck. I leaned back, letting him continue the path and then finally answered him. "I was thinking about… some dreams I've been having."

"Anything good?" he asked. He was so close that I could smell his exotically enticing scent.

"Umm, yes actually," I answered. My blood was heating up, traveling out to every limb and making me tremble.

"Care to share?"

I shook my head. "I shouldn't."

He leaned even closer and I could feel his breath against my ear. "You can tell me," he whispered and then his lips pressed against the side of my neck.

I gasped and then moaned, melting.

"…please."

I opened my mouth and before I realized it, words were spilling out as his lips leisurely traveled over my skin. "They've been sexual dreams."

"I see," he said. While his lips continued to press lightly against my neck, his hands gathered my hair and pulled it up above my head so that he could have better access. "Craving something?" he asked. His mouth moved around the back of my neck and then found the other side. I felt his tongue poke out and he slowly licked a trail up to my ear.

I wanted to scream out yes but instead I licked my lips and turned my head slightly to the side. My eyes met his and a strangled moan slipped up my throat. I wanted him. I couldn't help it. I didn't care about the reasons anymore or whether it was right or wrong. I just knew that I wanted him and that if he wanted me, he could have me.

Slowly his lips descended, his eyes open slightly. His fingers gently grabbed my chin from the side and he angled my face further, bringing his lips so close to mine that I could feel the air passing through his mouth against my lips. My lips quivered, anticipation gnawing at me. Every ounce of my being was focused on his hovering mouth. I could feel my throat constricting with need and when his lips finally pressed against mine a strangled sob slipped out of my mouth. He was so patient, lightly brushing his lips over mine. My mouth parted, wanting more but he just continued his tortuous journey of exploring my lips. The angle I was sitting left me completely powerless, giving him total control on the pressure of the kiss. When his tongue finally slipped out, he ran it across the seam and I groaned in desire.

My tongue eagerly met his, sliding along greedily into his mouth. I leaned back to try to deepen the kiss and Loke leaned over me more, allowing my intrusion. His hands were still moving over my shoulders and arms, sliding up and down sensually and invoking strange sensations throughout my body. I wanted to touch him as well but all I could do was clutch the fabric of the couch in frustration.

I heard a low moan rumble in his chest and then his kiss deepened, his tongue thrusting hungrily inside my mouth. I answered his need, reaching a hand up to grab the back of his head and pulled him closer. Our tongues battled. My body started to writhe uncomfortably on the sofa and I couldn't take it any more. I wanted to touch him, wanted to feel his hard body against mine.

With a sob I turned over, releasing his mouth briefly so that I could position myself to kneel on the couch and immediately our mouths connected again. He climbed over the arm of the sofa and knelt in front of me, our bodies finally pressing firmly against one another's. My arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. His hands gripped my waist. I let my fingers delve into the thick strands of his hair and I nearly expired at the sound that he made when I lightly raked my fingernails over his scalp.

"Oh Princess, I've wanted you like this for so long," he mumbled against my lips and then reclaimed them.

My body was on fire, desire pumping through my veins. His hands started to slide down from my waist, smoothing over my hips and I pressed myself against him. I couldn't believe the way I was reacting, the way I was wantonly moving against him. I couldn't seem to control myself.

My hands went to his chest and I started rubbing over his muscular pecs. He was so well built, every plain and angle perfectly sculpted. I didn't even notice his fingers sliding beneath my shirt until suddenly he was caressing my skin over my lower ribs and my entire body went tense. Instead of stopping him though, I moved my own hands to the hem of his shirt and slid beneath, feeling his skin against my fingers. His waist was toned and his flat stomach was ripped with muscles. I moved up his body till my fingers rested where his rested on my body. Our lips were still connected, both of us moaning. Slowly I slid my hands up, barley touching the tips of my fingers over the lower part of his pecs. His own hands followed, brushing at the underside of my bra. His touch sent tingles zinging through my body and I moaned even louder in his mouth.

"That sounds so good," Loke said, pulling his mouth from mine. His fingers moved again when mine did and I moaned like before, arching into his touch. "Oh God Lucy, you are incredible." His hands fully cupped my breasts now and I rolled my head back and surrendered to his touch.

Suddenly the urge to see his skin washed over me and I clumsily grabbed at his shirt, trying to tug it over his head and finally succeeding when he assisted me. Mmmm he had such gorgeous skin. Every inch was perfection. It seemed like my gesture was an invitation for him to do the same to me because a moment later his hands were on my shirt and he was pulling it up my stomach…

"Wait…" I said, halting him. Was I really doing this? Was I really going to let him see me like this?

His hazel eyes stared questioningly into mine and I easily relented. I wanted this. I couldn't deny it… not even a little bit. He must have seen the decision in my face because his hands continued to pull my shirt up and then I was lifting my arms to help him as he tugged it off and threw it to the ground beside us.

"Princess… you are…," Loke started to say and gulped while his eyes made a journey over my body which was only clad in high cut shorts and a light pink bra. "… beautiful."

I felt my face heating up at his words but even more so from his appreciative stare. I had to admit, it felt good to be so openly admired but it was also slightly embarrassing. And why was he not touching me anymore?

I reached out and grabbed a hold of his hips, yanking his body against mine and sealing my lips over his. Mmmm… this was better. He moaned loudly and an instant later his hands were all over me, sliding up and down my back and then gliding up my stomach to my thinly covered breasts. My nipples were tight points of pleasure and every time the tips of his fingers brushed over the sensitive peak, a shiver would jolt through my body. I barely even noticed when his fingers deftly unclasped my bra but when my bare breasts rubbed against his bare chest, the sensation made me gasp while at the same time, a similar reaction erupted from his mouth and then I was being lifted and pushed back against the cushions.

I was lying lengthwise across the couch, staring up into Loke's handsome face and I reached up desperately to bring him down over me. Our lips connected in a fierce kiss. My legs parted instinctively to allow him to settle more fully against me and he stretched out over my body. His lips moved to my neck and he started to gently suck on the flesh beneath my ear then began making path over my collarbone and then to the rise of my breasts.

I waited breathlessly for what was to come, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. His lips made a circular trail around my nipple and then his warm lips surrounded the sensitive nub. I gasped, thrusting my breasts into the air. He groaned as he sucked gently and then his tongue flicked over the peak, eliciting tiny breathless moans to slip from my throat.

"Oh Loke… that's… ah!" What it was was amazing. His mouth pulled at my nipple, drawing it out then flicking over it again and again with his delicious tongue. He repeated the same treatment on my other breast and when he finally raised his head I grabbed his hair and tugged his mouth up to mine. Our lips collided, tongues sliding together. My hands moved over his body and my fingers desperately sought out every inch of skin I could reach.

His body started to move over mine, grinding erotically over my core with his hips and I could feel the hard bulge straining against his pants. His hands slid down my body to the waist band of my shorts and abruptly he stood up and yanked them over my hips and off my legs. I was slightly startled by his blatant need and the hungry look in his eyes but I was also extremely turned on. I'd never seen him lose control like this, his usual cool demeanor nowhere in sight. "I want to make you come over and over again till you scream for me to stop," he said and I sucked in a heavy breath. Holy shit! Had he really just said that?!

His body sank between my spread legs and then his mouth pressed against my belly. As his lips trailed down the center of my stomach I watched his decent from my elbows and moaned when his tongue slipped inside my navel. His eyes were watching me watching him and when he reached the top of my panties his fingers curled under the waistband and he slowly started to pull them off while his lips pressed tiny kisses to my lower belly.

I couldn't believe this was happening… that I was letting this happen.

"Loke?" I started to say and then his tongue slid between my feminine folds. I jerked and cried out, unexpected pleasure ripping through my body. His tongue licked over my clit and my hips lifted off of the cushions, thrusting into the air.

"So hot!" he said and then began stroking my clit with his tongue. His warm lips captured the tiny bud of pleasure and he hummed and sucked, all while still staring up into my eyes which were riveted to his face. The image was beyond erotic, his beautiful face buried between my spread thighs and his hands smoothing up and down the inside of my bent legs. His tongue fluttered over my clit then slowly rimmed my slit. I could feel an orgasm bearing down on me, my body climbing towards the pinnacle of release. My thighs were tense and trembling, my chest heaving. "That's it Princess. Give it to me. I want to see you as you come."

His words sent me flying over the edge and I screamed, my back arching off the couch. My eyes were still glued to his triumphant masculine face and when his mouth covered my pulsing cleft again, my head thrashed back and forth on the cushions. "Loke no. I can't… not again!" I said but he only smiled and dipped his face down again.

"I told you I'm going to do this over and over again. I want you to think about me whenever you touch yourself here," he said and then surrounded my throbbing clit with his warm, wet lips. The pleasure was so acute I almost couldn't stand it. One of his hands smoothed up my thigh and then his finger traced the edges of my opening. "Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"

I moaned at his words and then moaned again when he lips recaptured my clit. His finger passed around my entrance again and I nodded my head. "Yes, I want it," I said, my feminine muscles clenching in desperate need.

"So sexy," Loke said and then slowly slid his finger inside my opening. We both moaned and then his finger retreated, pulling out and then thrusting back inside. My muscles clenched eagerly around his digit and then he slid another finger inside me. "You're so wet and tight. Come for me again." His mouth sucked at my highly sensitive bud while his fingers worked expertly on my body. He found a rhythm that soon had me lifting my hips towards him, shamelessly begging for another orgasm and then my body exploded, tendrils of pleasure spreading throughout my limbs. His fingers were still stroking inside of me, his mouth rhythmically sucking my clit. I reached down for him with my hands and grasped several tufts of hair.

"Please," I begged, wanting something he was withholding from me.

He shook his head and blew a stream of air over my quivering wet flesh. "Not yet. One more time; I need to see it one more time."

A sob slipped up my throat and I knew I couldn't take any more. "Loke, I can't!"

His free hand lifted and a single finger pressed against my lips. "Shhh, yes you can," he said and then slipped his finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it, my tongue licking circles around the slim digit. I heard him groan and I increased the pressure of my sucking. I imagined it was something else pushing between my lips and sucked even harder.

All too soon my body started pulsing, a deep throb making my body shutter and climax again though not quite as intensely as the other times but somehow it was more mind blowing. He left my cleft with a last deep lick from his tongue and then crawled up my body, sealing his mouth over mine. I could taste myself as I sucked on his tongue and I listened to him moan as I licked greedily inside.

My hands eagerly drifted down his chest and stomach and then found the large bulge beneath his pants. I cupped him, squeezing my fingers around his steely length and wondered agonizingly why he was still wearing clothes. I fumbled clumsily with the fastenings of his pants and jerked the fabric over his hips, tugging down both his pants and boxers. I freed his throbbing length and then grasped it in my palm.

"Ah shit. That feels so good," Loke hissed and then pressed a hot kiss to my lips. I whimpered in protest when he pulled away from me and sat back on his heals. He made quick work of his pants, tugging them the rest of the way off his legs and then immediately moved back over me. The wide crest of his erection slid between my dripping wet folds as he hovered above me and I gulped audibly, knowing there was no going back after this. He must have seen my hesitation, the uncertainty in my face and he leaned forward, his hard length sliding slowly inside till he stopped to whisper beside my ear, "Don't worry, it's only a dream."

My eyes widened and then his thick cock plunged inside of me, filling me completely in one deep penetrating thrust. I screamed, my hands grasping at his sweat covered back. A dream, it was only a dream. I knew he wasn't lying, somehow finally realizing for myself that it was a dream. The thought emboldened me, making any nervousness disappear and suddenly I wanted him so badly that I found myself lifting my hips off the sofa to meet his insistent thrusts. His hips pounded against mine, his arms balancing himself above me. My gaze was locked with his, watching his beautiful face as he filled me over and over again with his hard length. His hazel eyes were so dark with lust they were nearly black and he started mumbling my name over and over again.

I clenched around him, loving the feel of him deeply seated within me. His hips swiveled expertly against me and he hit some amazing spot inside of me, pushing me towards release… again.

"Oh God, Loke… fuck me!" I screamed and my words must have sent him into a frenzy because he suddenly locked his arms around my body and began driving into me with powerful pumps of his hips, lifting my backside off the couch with each thrust. His wildness enflamed me and another orgasm ripped through my body, making me tremble and shake while his entire body hardened and tensed. He was clutching me so tightly I could barely breathe, his hips impaling me and then he shouted my name as he shuddered and came inside of me.

We held each other close for the next several minutes, our lips gently pressing against each other's shoulders and neck. When Loke finally lifted his head he smiled down at me and said, "Time to wake up Princess."

Couldn't let her spirits not get in on the action. I hope you all enjoyed! Stay tuned for the next chapter which will be posted on Deathsembrace137's page.

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