A/N – Well, the final vote was 29-8 in favor of no interruptions. So here we go. I will warn you, this chapter is chock full of smut. Smutty smut smut smut smut. If you want explanations, read the next chapter. I admit, part of the reason I wrote this chapter this way is that I just lost my job and am trying to cheer myself up. OBVIOUSLY NSFW. Dominance, possessive behavior, dub con, alternate alien anatomy/biology (look up the Alpha/Beta/Omega fanfic trope, I'm doing something similar, though not the same. Seriously people, alien nookie.), heat cycles, slight violence, and maybe even a warning for a teeny bit of bondage. You have been warned. If you cannot handle or do not like these things, do not read further, skip ahead a chapter or two. Hater posts will be deleted.
Pouncing upon her, he pulled her up all the way, put her on her own two feet, and pushed her up against the fridge. Devouring her mouth, his lips were smooth and cool and soft and firm all at once. He pinned her wrists to the front of the fridge on the sides of her head and pressed in close against her body.
He began planting kisses along her cheekbones, moving on to lick and nibble at the shell of her ear. Jane shivered, tilting her head to allow him better access, instinctual lust clouding over her normal reactions.
Loki kissed his way along her jaw to her madly beating pulse point, which was hammering as fast as when he'd first caught her. The memory of the chase only excited him further. Licking her pulse point, he then bit and sucked. Hard. His sharp canines were surprisingly delicate to her soft skin. While she could feel their sharp prick, they did not pierce her skin, but lent an air of danger and vulnerability that made her heart race in thready anticipation. She gasped at the sensation, arching into him.
He released her hands and she wrapped them around his neck, smoothing them over his bare cerulean shoulders and the ridges she found there. Red eyes bore into brown as he slid his cool strong hands down her sides to her waist.
Rucking her shirt up, he lifted the hem again and slid his hands around her tensed back. He pulled her tight against his body, and once again she felt him, pressing through his pants against her stomach and lower abdomen. Loki did not seem to be a small man. She shivered, nerves still rattled from agonizing over her decision, but the painful lust was overwhelming. The needs of her body overruled the cries of her rational mind.
"Kiss me Jane."
She looked up at him with big blinking honey brown doe eyes, glossed over with the black of intense arousal. Tentatively, she leaned up on her tiptoes, reached up and buried her hands in his hair, and pulled him lower so she could reach his mouth.
Jane paused suddenly, indecisive. He could still feel her reluctance to participate fully.
In a voice hard as steel coated with a velvet purr, "I said. Kiss. Me."
His command shook her out of her pause. She pressed her lips against his once, twice. The Liesmith just stood there, smirking down at her. The third time, she leaned up and tilted her head slightly to the side, running her tongue along the seam of his mouth. Finally responding to her earnest kisses, he tipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers hard, taking control and dominating. She had tormented his thoughts too deeply for him to hurry this along, though he was quite eager to get on to the main event and bury himself in her petite body, this was going to be a memory he cherished for so many different reasons. He refused to give in to the rampant demands of his body. For now anyway.
He pulled his mouth from hers and kissed along the smooth expanse of her throat, pulling her hair and forcing her head up and back against the fridge. He licked at her pale exposed flesh, and it was like getting hit in the face with the sweetest of pheromones; he could almost taste her scent rolling off her skin in waves of honey and lavender and raspberries. Growling again, Loki's eyes slipped shut as he nipped at her exposed throat and mouthed at the twitching muscle and tendons where her shoulder and neck met.
He tightened his grip around her waist and the fist in her hair, tugging her soft mahogany tresses, forcing her to tilt her head to the side. He nipped harder at the delicate skin and bit gently, sucking enthusiastically. He wanted to mark her, wanted to display a clear sign that she was his. His instinctive Jotunn jealousy reared it's ugly head again and he hissed, breathing heavily into her skin. Crimson eyes shot open and narrowed, staring at her inviting flesh. He bit down hard, sharp canines piercing her skin, marking her in a much more permanent fashion as she shrieked, jerking in his iron hold. Her nails dug sharply into the cool flesh and raised ridges of his shoulders, unable to pull away, pinned as she was between the appliance and Loki's hard body.
Well ok. Maybe he gave into the demands of his body a little.
Shivering in his grip, she whimpered as the sharp shock of pain dulled with his gentle kisses to the site, each a cool balm to the bitten skin.
"Shhh, my little one. It was just a sting. It'll heal up eventually. Though what a lovely battle scar. Shhh."
"Loki, " She breathed quietly, eyes closed. "Shut up."
He snarled and ground out harshly. "I said shush!" Releasing her from the tight hold against his body, she sagged slightly against the fridge door, the freezer still hanging wide open next to them blowing frigid air across their bodies. The Prince grabbed hold of the collar of her shirt, ripping downwards and out, popping off the buttons and shredding the fabric between him and his shivering prize.
The shirt, falling open, was ruined in the front, now displaying her heaving chest to him fully. Smoothing his hands up over her shoulders, he pushed the wrecked fabric down her arms. Pulling her slightly forward away from the fridge, he pulled her arms further behind her, trapping her wrists in one strong elegant hand. He did not, however, pull the shirt completely off her arms.
Knotting the shirt around her wrists, the thin bunched fabric was now keeping them held tightly behind her back. Jane struggled against the restricting bonds. She wanted to touch, to feel his cool blue skin and trace the ridges covering his body. Panting as she tried to wriggle out of the tangled and knotted shirt entrapping her wrists, she growled in frustration. She may not have liked it very much, but he was in charge, and would only let her do what he wanted her to do.
Pushing her back against the fridge, he kissed down her throat, past her collarbone, down the valley between her breasts. Pausing at the front of her bra, he ran his sharp white teeth lightly over her sternum, leaving fine red scratches. Cupping her breasts through the fabric of her bra, he thumbed her nipples, feeling them hardening beneath the satin fabric. She gasped, leaning her head back against the fridge, eyes rolling to the back of her head and falling closed. Jane could barely stand the overload of sensations rolling through her body right now. Her scientific and logical brain had been beaten like an old rug and shoved into a tiny box in the darkest recesses of her mind.
All she could do right now was feel, and oh god, was Loki making her feel.
He kissed and licked down her stomach, kneeling. Feeling the muscles jump and twitch under his touch, he reveled in the heat rolling off her. Jane rolled her shoulders and tugged on the bonds, trying to dislodge the flimsy fabric, but it just wasn't working. The petite scientist might have suspected magic had she been thinking clearly enough, but all she could acknowledge right now was that it was preventing her from exploring the cool expanse of his body, and it was unacceptable to her nearly instinctual brain functions. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. The heat was in control.
Loki bit lightly at her waist, first one side, then the other, sucking lightly at her soft curves. It tickled slightly. He obviously had a thing for biting. Jane had never had an opinion on it before, but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying it. His hands were on her hips, gripping tightly, digging into the fabric of her shorts. Bringing one hand around to the front, he splayed his hand across her abdomen, slowly twisting his wrist til his thumb dipped below the waistline of her shorts. She let out a hiss of air and tipped her hips into his touch, he was so close to where she desperately wanted him to be, yet beneath the overwhelming desire was the fear that he would actually reach there, and what that would mean. The heat was already driving her insane, and every cool touch, every icy lick, every nip was sending further jolts of molten heat straight to her core.
Loki, however, moved no closer to his eventual goal, skipping over the front of her shorts. His hands slid around to her curved backside and slipped up under her shorts, massaging the soft flesh. She moaned, and unconsciously her legs edged apart slightly. Jane leaned heavily into fridge, the appliance keeping her upright. The things Loki was doing to her body was weakening both her already beaten down resolve and her shaking knees.
Sliding his hands down to the backs of her thighs, fingers pressing lightly, he tormented the already heated, sensitive, trembling flesh. He gripped tightly and pulled her legs farther apart, smiling wickedly. Her thighs were wet, soaking through her panties and the thin fabric of her shorts. She whined in frustration, unable to work her hands free to position him where she wanted him most.
He tweaked the bottom of her shorts, grinning up at her from where he was kneeling by her navel. She growled at him, frustration growing to anger.
"Loki!? Stop!" she growled out at him.
"Why Jane, we're just getting started, and you want to stop the fun now? Do you really want me to stop, and let you return to your previous state?"
"NO!" She yelled too loudly and too quickly. In a much quieter, much more desperate voice, she whispered, "No, I mean stop teasing me…"
"What do we say Jane?"
"Don't make me beg…"
"Oh, but Jane, I think you will. I think I'll make you beg me to take you. Torture you with pleasure until you can take no more and scream for me." Privately, however, Loki didn't know if he himself would be able to make it that far, he was almost desperate to be inside her, and currently fighting his jotunn side for control.
He scratched his black nails down the backs of her thighs and down to her ankles. She whimpered and practically sagged, trying to pull her legs together to keep standing, to gain friction, anything to alleviate the need throbbing between her legs. Grabbing her thighs, he forced them farther apart, sliding his knees between her legs, preventing her from closing them. Leaning back slightly to look up at her heaving chest and panting breaths, Loki smiled up at her like the cat that ate the canary. She whimpered as he grasped her ankles, pulling her legs even farther apart and slowly tickling his fingertips up and up, circling slowly around her knees and creeping his way up her legs. He dug his nails lightly in to the inside of her soft thighs and she whimpered, again trying to close her legs and failing to get any traction. He dragged his nails around the back circumference of her thighs, finishing in front and sliding them up the button of her shorts, again coming close to, but never touching, her most intimate of places.
She practically whined, then whispered, "Please…"
"I'm sorry Jane, I didn't hear that. "
Louder. "Please"
"Please what Jane? Be specific."
"Please stop teasing me Loki!"
He growled with pleasure and stood, pressing himself against her chest and sliding his arms around her waist. He slid his arms up her back and plucked playfully at her bra strap.
"I do think this is in the way."
He unhooked the clasp and shredded the straps with his sharp black talons of nails, pulling the stray bits of cloth away from her shoulders and now bare chest. She shuddered, a small part of her screaming in the back of her mind that this was all wrong. His arms settled on her waist again. He leaned back, admiring her now bare chest, how her pert breasts were pushed up and forward with her arms tied behind her back, shoulders slightly strained.
The Prince of Mischief cupped her breasts again, her skin soft and heated. He thumbed across her very sensitive nipples, now laid bare to him. Leaning down, he pulled one into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue around the delicate nub. She wailed, pushing upward into him. He repeated the gesture on her other breast, not wanting it to feel neglected. His hands ghosted down the front of her body, finally landing on the button of her shorts.
Unbuttoning her pants, he pulled them slowly over her curvy hips and let them drop to the floor. Lifting her legs delicately one after the other to step out of her shorts, he then kicked them out of the way.
Stepping back, he admired her mostly naked form, breathing raggedly. Long hair falling over her shoulders and down her back, arms trapped behind her, shaking with want. She was absolutely beautiful. He could bear it no more himself. Kicking off his boots, he unbuttoned and stepped out of his own leather trousers. Apparently Loki went commando.
Pressing forward, he slipped his arms around her and pulled her bound arms tight to her back and her small body to his chest. Ducking his head, he pulled her face up and back by her hair, kissing her deeply. Grinding his hips against her, his erection pressed solidly against her lower belly, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
Slowly, Loki broke off the kiss and glanced quickly around, throbbing with need. He refused to fuck her on the floor, and the fridge was too unstable. The bed was too far away for his desperate need to be inside her right now, and he was too volatile to focus enough to teleport. Spying the island that separated the kitchen from the living room, he released Jane and stepped over to it. With several small crashes, he swept everything off the counter of the island. Pulling her sideways, he flipped her around and bent her over it. With her arms still bound, the little Astrophysicist couldn't catch herself and was pressed down onto the flat surface.
She whimpered, the countertop cool and rough against her oversensitive breasts, nipples scraping along the tile. He pushed a knee forward, forcing her legs apart again. One cerulean hand took ahold of her hip. Reaching down with the other, he ran a finger along the surface of her panties. She let out a loud "Ahh!" as he finally brought sensation to her fiery core. He cupped her sex through her soaked panties and she whimpered, thrashing her head side to side and trying to control her body's needful reactions.
Slipping his hands under the sides of her panties, he slid them off, exposing her rear to him. Loki dragged the small piece of fabric down and kicked them away. She felt exposed and vulnerable even through the haze of her heat-fuelled desire. Her hands flexed and tugged at the bonds, unable to support herself or claw into anything. Breathing raggedly, Jane squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for his next touch.
Rubbing along her hip soothingly, he could feel her shaking beneath him. Loki wasn't sure if it was in fear or want, but he didn't care - this was going to happen either way.
Taking himself in hand and easing his thick length forward, he pushed the blunt head of his member past her slick sensitive folds. She whimpered and writhed against the tiled counter surface. Loki groaned; she was tight, oh so tight as he worked his thick self into her narrow channel. And so very hot. Practically burning up inside, and it only made him throb for her more. Jane whimpered and writhed beneath him, trapped between him and the counter, her legs forced apart by his knees. She could feel him stretching her as her muscles clenched around him, fighting subconsciously against the intrusion. Slowly pressing his hips forward, deeper, he groaned again and ran into an unexpected barrier as he took her slowly from behind.
He hadn't expected this either. He would have sworn she'd have fallen to Thor's charms by now, or at least some adolescent dalliances. No wonder her heat cycle was so overwhelming, Asgard's Omegas reached sexual maturity at about forty years of age, but the first heat didn't usually come until they were close to one hundred. That left plenty of time for dalliances and experimentation of their own, supposedly leading to less serious heats. Less serious for Omegas anyway.
He growled in renewed desire and thrust his hips sharply forward while she wailed out in brief pain. Loki settled, holding still, letting her adjust to his size and trying desperately not to give in to his instinctive lust. She could feel him stretch her sensitive inner walls. Jane moaned in pleasurable agony. She could feel every pulse, every ridge, every twitch he made while inside her.
Loki pulled back and worked his way a few inches forward with a gentle thrust, panting heavily. He wouldn't be able to be gentle for long. The furious animal dominance of his Jotunn side, the knowledge that he was her first, that he was the one to break and claim her, it all meant he would lose himself in the sensation of her very soon. Perhaps even lose control completely, and then he would not be gentle.
This wasn't about Love. This wasn't about making love either. This wasn't even really about sex. This was about owning her, about staking a claim he intended to keep. Forever. Loki growled fiercely and proceeded to claim her.
Jane felt so full, felt as if he were nearly splitting her in two, but it was what her body wanted, what it was telling her she needed. She practically wept with relief. The glorious feeling of friction where she needed it most, the constant stretch and pull of his slow penetration of her, his hands gripping her hips so hard it would leave bruises.
Bent over her, Loki increased his pace, fisted a hand in her hair, and pulled up and back to put an arch in her back and hips so he could go deeper. His control began to slip just a little bit. The prince groaned as he began to pound into her, hips smacking wetly against her backside. Pulling her hair back harder so she was almost upright, he snaked a hand around and fondled her breast, thumbing and pinching her nipples, rougher than he had before. His control slipped a little more as she tightened around him.
She came suddenly, and hard, pulsing and clenching firmly around his cock as he thrust repeatedly into her, again and again and again. Maddeningly tight and so slick, he could barely hold onto himself during her orgasm.
Increasing his pace into her oversensitive channel, her cries reached his ears, and he tried desperately to regain some of his control. Slowing suddenly, he bent over her, strokes slow and measured. Pulling one of her hips up out of the way, he snaked his hand around under her belly to stroke her sex. She gasped, shaking and bucking as he stroked her slick folds as he once again increased his pace, loosening his control. Jane could feel it building this time, a slow coil tightening below her belly. Each flick of his fingers or furious plunge of his hips brought her closer and closer to that fabulous edge again.
Loki leaned over her, resting his forehead in between her shoulder blades where they were pulled up, her bound hands flexing and curling against his abdomen with every powerful thrust. Finally he could hold control no more and hammered into her, roaring. Losing control completely, he tilted his head and bit the back of her neck, clamping down hard enough to break the skin again.
She shrieked, but that little pulse of pain was enough to send her spiraling over the edge, coming hard and pulsing around his rock hard member. Her second orgasm triggered his own as she tightened down around him. His knot began to swell as he plunged himself as deep in her as he could, pumping his hips in a few short strokes as he emptied himself deep inside her, then held himself as deep as he could thrust while he tied with her.
Whimpering and squirming as his knot grew, the base of his cock was now buried and stuck within her, preventing any of his seed from escaping. He couldn't pull out now for at least a half hour or he would damage her, and the very thought of such damage to Jane's tender body made him sick inside. He flexed his hips experimentally and she yelped in surprise, he could feel the aftershocks of her own orgasm running through her, the tremors wracking her body as she lay panting beneath him.
Loki released the magic and shirt binding her hands then and she groaned, flexing her sore arms and bringing them under her so she could brace herself on the counter. Jane could feel the light touch of his cool lips all over her neck and back, followed by his powerful hands rubbing the soreness out of her shoulders and upper arms.
She tried to stand and squeaked, a noise Loki hoped to pull from her again at some point, at him still buried deep within her. He was not withdrawing. The thought that surely this was not normal drifted into her foggy brain and back out again before it truly registered, and an answering thought that none of this was normal followed it right out the coherent side of her brain as the fog rolled back in. She moaned as he pressed her down again against the cool tile countertop, gently rocking his hips forward, pushing, pushing, pushing.
His own instinctual lust was lessening, but was still an incredible influence over his rational mind. Smoothing his hands along the back and hips of HIS Jane, he leaned down, pressing his cool chest against her back and wrapping his powerful blue arms around her chest. Kissing and licking the shell of her ear, he managed to hoarsely whisper in his deep growling voice seven words that sent shivers down her spine.
"Oh my Jane, we're far from done."
He groaned, enjoying the delicious feeling of her muscles tightening around him, locking him to her with every contraction. Every push made his knot rub against the delicate cluster of nerves gathered in that particular spot in her channel, causing her to clench with every rocking thrust. It was enough to make a man hard all over again. And, well, it did.
Jane squirmed, trapped under him and very conscious of him hardening and filling her a second time. His rocking was rubbing in just the right place, and she arched her hips, surprised through her hazy thinking to find an ember of that slow fire building up again so soon, but so, so slowly this time. It just felt good with him inside her. Bent over the counter as she was, she was on tiptoe with his knees spreading her legs, and had no leverage there. She did manage to grasp the far edge of the counter, however. White knuckles signified the tense grip the little heat hazed scientist had on the island's counter, and to Loki's great surprise and pleasure, she began pushing back against him.
Jotunn instincts rushed to the forefront of his mind, trying to exert themselves, encouraging him to pound into her at an animalistic pace, but Loki, sated once already, was better able to control himself. Merely growling, he hunched his hips and pressed harder, deeper into her. It was almost too much for Jane, pressing places inside of her that she'd never even dreamed were there, touching her in ways she'd never imagined, feeding a slow burning need building inside of her.
Back muscles bunched and flexed along his spine, the artificial light dancing against the planes and ridges of his brilliant blue skin. He rode her slowly, his eyes fluttering shut and head dropping at the wonderful sensation of her squeezing his shaft. Gripping her waist with left hand, he massaged along her shoulders, back, spine, and hips with his right, his hand playing over her skin. Splaying his right hand over the porcelain expanse of her back, he tilted his head and studied the contrast of his ridged blue flesh against her pale soft skin. He leaned forward and licked and kissed the back of her neck along the livid bite mark, rocking his hips up and forward at a slightly different angle, drawing a high pitched keening noise from Jane.
She wasn't a screamer, his Jane, but she made the most delightful sounds.
Loki decided then that he was going to make it a personal goal to wring as many different sounds of pleasure as possible out of this trembling woman panting beneath him. The woman who now belonged to him. Marked now both in body and soul, broken, claimed, and thoroughly mated, he had guaranteed that Jane Foster, no matter what she said or did, was HIS Omega.
Minutes passed. His continued rocking built that small ember coiling inside her into a fire, and her consistent tightening/clenching/pulsing/squeezing teased him up to the very edge. But neither tipped over into that glorious realm of climax.
His face pulling into a smug, wicked smirk, Loki bent forward, sliding his hand under her belly to between her legs, and he began to stroke and circle her slick folds. Pulling out as far as he was able, he began to thrust back in rapidly, whispering into her ear as his weight pressed her back down into the cool counter top. He wasn't crushing her, merely very solidly pinning her in place.
"Oh Jane Foster, can you feel what you do to me? You've made me hard for you all over again. I can feel you pulsing, tightening around me with each tiny thrust. I am a GOD, yet I would worship at the altar of your body many times a night."
Growling as he thrust into her, again and again, faster, he ground out, "I am so deep inside you now, Jane. You can feel me stretch you, can't you. I can feel your muscles, still trying to fight me, to reject what I'm going to give you. Always the fighter Jane. Well this time, you're just going to take it. You're going to take what I'm giving you, and you're going to like it."
He groaned, nuzzling his face into the side of her head, his voice directly in her ear. "You like what I'm doing to you, don't you Jane. You like being controlled, dominated by me, and me alone. You like fighting, and yet losing, to me."
He leaned heavily on her as the pace of his thrusts and his hand circling her folds sped up as fast as he could go. "And now it's time to obey your Alpha, little Omega."
Grunting with the effort, he hissed in her ear. "Come for me."
Jane was lost in a world of sensation. The cool counter rasping over her sensitive nipples, the rapid stretch and pull of his thrusts buried deep inside her, the tantalizing pressure of his fingers dancing over her folds, it all added up to a single thing: She could not disobey his command.
Jane came apart at Loki's hands.
Loki didn't stop, forcing her to ride out her orgasm, lengthening it with every mad thrust of his hips until she was convulsing beneath him from over-sensitivity. With a final powerful thrust, his hands slammed hold of her hips and he arched his back, ramming forward and groaning out her name as he came.
His instinctual need to breed her satisfied for now, he collapsed on top of her, exhausted.
Jane was over-sensitive and fully worn out, twitching, but otherwise not moving, as he tried to pull his weight up off her. Loki stroked her back, then wrapped his arms tight around her, picking her up. He slid one arm tight under her hips, right below her hip bones. The other was up across her sternum and shoulders, held her tight against him as her arms hung loosely. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, her breathing light and shallow, nearing and exhausted sleep.
Now able to fully concentrate, the Master of Magic closed his eyes and teleported them from Jane's trashed kitchenette across the hall into the safety of his own rooms. Not until they were ensconced in his own well-warded room and lain gently across his green satin sheets did he release the wards that had surrounded Jane's room and focused the energy that had been maintaining them into redoubling the strength of the permanent wards around his chambers.
After checking and double checking his magic obsessively, he stared at his precious possession, now unconscious next to him. He didn't know what to think, he didn't know what to feel, except an enormous sense of smug satisfaction. She was his now. What else was there to think? He'd worry about his plans and schemes and if this would affect them at all in the morning. Now was time to rest after the exhausting activities of the evening. Enough time had passed that he was now able to pull out of her body, and did so, but did not move away from her. He, in fact, curled closer to her. Burying his face into her neck and hair, he wrapped his arms around her possessively, and finally allowed himself to sleep.