Bondage, "virginal sacrifice"

He grinned as he undid the buttons of her blouse slowly, his fingertips soft and gentle as they brushed against the white lace that covered her breasts, the swell of them threatening to spill over the edges. When he undid and slipped her pants down her legs after having thrown the blouse across the room he barely stopped himself from growling with pleasure as he noticed her matching set, the white panties laced with gold, stark and bright as snow against the black satin sheets of his bed, though she was so pale they nearly blended in with her skin.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look so . . . virginal," he teased, leaning forward to kiss her collarbone, biting his way across it so that she moaned and shuddered underneath him. "All flushed and panting as though we've never done this before." He liked it very much, pants already becoming uncomfortable as his cock strained against it.

"Virginal, me? Why doesn't it surprise me that that's the first thing you think up?" She asked, breath hitching in her throat as he bit again. Oh, that was nice.

"Well, you remind me of the women that Thor and I had . . . not sacrificed. Given? Offered?" He bit down on her shoulder this time, soothing the pain with the softest of kisses, fingers trailing down between her legs.

Natasha tried not to laugh. "You two had virgin sacrifices to you? Really?"

"Most of them weren't virgins."

"Loki!"

"They tried to act it," he smirked at her skeptical look. A pause, then he moved her hands out to the sides. Ropes came out from underneath the bed to wrap around her wrists, forcing her to stay spread out as he worked his way down to her breasts, kissing the tops of them before pushing back the white fabric and wrapping his lips and tongue around one of her nipples. She gasped and bucked her hips against his, now positioned just above hers, and he chuckled quietly. The feeling was exquisite, all fire and passion and pure, unadulterated need. She loved every second of it, growing wetter between her legs in reaction, and whimpered in protest when he pulled away. "Just like you try to act it, pretend like you've never been touched by a man before. I know you," he teased and smirked against her skin as he kissed his way down her taut stomach. He felt her muscles undulate beneath him, the power subtle yet he knew more than sufficient to pull out of the bindings if she wished. She tested them, but didn't budge from her place, staring down at him.

"My lord," she managed, voice hoarse. "I swear to you I haven't been with any other man. Please don't hurt me-please."

"I'm your god, not your lord," he reminded her, a thrum of excitement making his heart quicken and cock throb. One of his hands tapped against her hip, making her squeak in surprise, a noise he knew he'd never hear if she wasn't playing along. For that he couldn't have been any more pleased. "And I'd have you address me as either that or your king, girl. Though I don't expect you'll be doing much speaking tonight. I think I have much better plans for your luscious lips." He leaned up to kiss them, his own hard and demanding she yield to him. To his great surprise and pleasure she did, moaning and opening up for him, presenting him with the sweetness of her mouth for him to revel in. His tongue sought every crevice of her mouth, every last inch of it explored and tasted as though he couldn't get enough. He couldn't get enough of her, ever.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured against her lips. "I only hope the rest of you is as sweet and succulent, my little mortal."

"My king-please, I'm still a maid-."

A low chuckle. "Of my sweet young mortal, my darling plaything, that makes no difference. You'll be mine, and mine alone, to have when I choose. You've been given to me, and I intend to keep you until you break." His eyes glinted at that, making Nat's breath catch in her throat. This time he moved straight past her stomach and to her cunt, bringing his lips to it and letting his tongue trace her outer folds, lapping at how wet his words alone had made her until he was sure she would lose her voice from moaning so frequently.

"Keep it up, my darling mortal. I want to hear you, and hear my name on your lips when you come for me. Say who you belong to," he purred as he licked a long, slow stripe up her slit.

She shuddered and shouted, unable to stop herself: "You, my king!"

Oh he liked the sound of that very much. He grinned and bit the inside of her thigh before setting his tongue to spreading her open again. Two fingers worked into her, stretching out her tight walls and pressing hard into her cunt, bending and rubbing in just the right way to force her to shout again and again. All the while he praised her, lapping at her clit or else murmuring how good she was against her skin. He bit and sucked at her thighs, marking her as his own, promising her pleasure beyond all she could imagine as he finger-fucked her into oblivion. When she finally came, body taut and shivering, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, he grinned and positioned himself over her. Her eyes were lidded, mind half conscious, the other half overcome with lust and an endorphin rush only an orgasm from a god could bring.

"My turn."

A/N: Thanks for reading!