Oh wow. It's been forever since I updated, but I've received so many great reviews that I thought I should reward them by reviving this fic. This chapter is pure pornography, and I can't write smut very well. You have been warned.

Also, I would love to hear some ideas from you guys as to where I should take this story, what you would like to read etc.
My muse is busy writing a strange Game of Thrones/Thor crossover story at the moment, hence why this chapter is just sex.

Thank you for reading :)

Life During Wartime

Chapter 11

They had been in the bath for so long that the water had gone from swelteringly hot to luke warm, Loki still lay behind her, his hands possessively gripping her thighs. Frances lay deathly still, too confused and frightened to make any sort of movement. The setting seemed too surreal, like a hazy recollection of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, Frances couldn't seem to properly comprehend what Loki had done to her. Her neck felt sore, her body weak after the intense orgasm she'd experienced at the hands of the man that sickened her.

She felt a cool pair of lips press themselves to the sore spot on her neck and her stomach gave an anxious flip. "You are mine," he whispered in her ear. She turned her head away from him and gritted her teeth together, trying to reign in some of the anger she felt. He had forced himself upon her, touched her in the most intimate of ways, and here he was telling her that she was essentially nothing more than his play thing. Although the thought of being reduced to a sexual slave went against everything she had ever fought for, she couldn't help the pang of desire that rushed through her body as his breath tickled her ear. Behind her, he was all wet, sticky, solid muscle, his arms encircled her strongly and pulled her even closer to his body.

"Tell me you're mine," he asked, his voice taking on a desperate tone. She stayed silent, her mind focused on trying to distract herself from the way he felt behind how. One hand left her thigh and pulled roughly on her hair, forcing her to tilt her head back onto his shoulder. She gasped as she was tugged back, her back arching, he laughed softly.

"Tell me," he whispered as his other hand stroked up her body to cup her breast.

Still, she said nothing. He took her right nipple between his fingers and squeezed, eliciting a shriek from her lips. "That hurts you fucking asshole," she shouted as she struggled in his arms.

"Tell me," he repeated.

"Never," she mumbled as he continued his assault on her other nipple.

His teeth nipped at her neck, he dragged them over the mark he had made earlier and the pain was almost too much for Frances to bare. "Fuck you!" she screamed. In a sudden movement he slid out from under her, her back hitting the bottom of the bathtub. He straddled her, his hands gripping her wrists as he pushed her under the water.

"You will learn to respect me Frances," he commanded as she struggled against him. After a few seconds he released his grip on her hands and she emerged from the water, coughing, tears streaming from her eyes. He looked at her with an empty gaze, his eyes showing no emotion. He sat back and stared at her blankly, she attempted to cover her breasts with her hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious. As expected, he dragged her hands away as soon as she moved to cover herself, leaving her exposed to his eyes.

"I wish you wouldn't fight me Frances, it'll only be more painful for you in the long run," he said, his tongue slowly licking his lips.

"Just say you're mine, I'll give you everything you desire, you will be my Queen," he continued, a hand stroking her face.

"I want to go home," she said calmly, staring at him directly.

A flash of pain danced across his eyes for a split second, so quickly that Frances wasn't sure if she had seen it or imagined it. "Frances, I highly doubt you have a home left," he said coldly, his gaze focused on her body.

She glared at him, knowing that he was probably right, "thanks to you," she spat.

He ignored her, seemingly too interested in her body to listen to the vitriol she had to spew at him. "I'm going to fuck you Frances," he spoke, his voice expressing his most carnal desires. Frances shuddered slightly and shut her eyes, if she tried hard enough perhaps she could make all of this go away. A cold hand snaked it's way down her body, ghosting over the curls that framed her sex. Two fingers entered her swiftly and she groaned, Loki moaned as he jammed his fingers in and out. "So wet for me Frances, all that fighting and still your body betrays the vicious words that fall from your lips," he said seductively, entering a third finger, making her mouth fall open.

As his fingers pumped in and out of her, he leaned in to capture her lips in a kiss. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, the kiss was another display of the dominance he had over her. With his skilled fingers bringing her close to orgasm, his lips owned her completely and she couldn't help but surrender to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure as he rubbed a thumb over her clit.

Without warning he withdrew his hand and broke the kiss, she mewled and writhed in the water, desperate for more contact. "Look at you Frances, where is the strong willed girl now?" he taunted as she bucked her hips.

"God I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she chanted, closing her eyes.

Loki gripped her thighs and spread them wide, "you are mine Frances, tell me you're mine," he said as he pointed his erection towards her opening. Her eyes opened wide as he slid in slowly, "fuck," she groaned.

"Tell me Frances," he shouted as he slid further inside her, inch by inch.

He was so big that Frances was sure he'd tear her apart, she looked down at where they were connected and she groaned. Loki was half buried in her, sweat dripped from his brow as he tried to control himself. Although he wanted to dominate her, own her completely, he didn't want to tear her, he wanted to open her up slowly to take all of him.

Frances spread herself even wider for him, her eyes still enraptured with the sight of Loki slowly entering her body. After a few minutes, Loki drove himself to the hilt, completely sheathing himself in Frances' wet heat. She panted, her hands gripping on to Loki's strong shoulders as he began to move inside her. He went slow at first, giving her time to get adjusted to his size. When she began to move against him, he began to increase his rhythm.

The water splashed around them as Loki grabbed onto her hips and fucked her for all he was worth. He fucked her so hard it was almost violent, his fingers would definitely leave bruises on her hips and she doubted she'd be able to walk properly tomorrow. But none of those thoughts really mattered much right now, with his cock rutting in and out of her body at a pace that was almost maddening, all she could think of was how in this moment she well and truly belonged to him.

Loki grabbed her ass and tilted her upwards slightly, from this position he was somehow able to fuck her more deeply than before. He angled his hips in just the right way that he touched something inside of her that made her scream, "fuck, Loki, please," she panted, her hands leaving his shoulder to stroke her own breasts.

"Do you like that Frances?" he asked with shaky breath, his thrusts increasing.

She tilted her back and dragged a hand down to her clitoris, desperate for release.

"Make yourself come France," Loki demanded as he pumped her vigorously.

Frances stroked her clit manically, her other hand finding it's way to Loki's neck to pull him down for a kiss. Loki smiled, a real smile as he kissed her softly.

"Tell me," he whispered against her lips.

She groaned as her orgasm finally arrived, she constricted all around him, drawing a loud moan from his lips as his release found him.

"I'm yours."