Again, sorry for taking so long! It would appear I've forgotten how to write sex scenes, but I hope you enjoy this nonetheless. This is the end of this particular storyline, (not the story itself though, I'm not ready to leave them!) and I do have some other ideas about what I'd like to do with the characters, but I've been thinking that I might enjoy writing from prompts/requests, if you have any? Maybe message me or something. It'll increase the frequency of updates at any rate, and if I don't think it fits in I can always put it in a new fic.
A familiar shiver ran down Amora's spine as Loki smiled his mischievous smile. They were standing close, but he moved nearer still, until she could feel the gentle breeze of his breath. He looked down into Amora's eyes, and laughed quietly as he felt a familiar pull in the back of his mind. Amora was casting her favourite spell on him. During their time together, she would use her enchantment spells on Loki in order to break tension or end arguments. It amused them both that the spell simply wouldn't work on him, and reminded them that they were as equal as any two Asgardians could ever hope to be. Loki was the only person her spell had ever failed on. Not only that, but Loki enjoyed the strange feeling of her being inside his mind. However ineffectual it might be, the sensation of an outside force attempting to change his thoughts was a uniquely intimate experience.
"Well" he growled playfully, "if you're going to be like that..." Loki brought his hands up so that his palms were facing Amora's torso, and flexed his fingers outwards. No light came from them, but the air between her body and his hands distorted slightly. She was thrown backwards across the clearing at great speed, but Amora noted that there was a difference between the spell Loki had cast, and any normal spell of such force. Usually the sensation of being thrown back was hard, violent and painful- the magic slammed into one's body like a wall. Loki's chosen spell was from his new repertoire, and instead of a crushing force, Amora felt as though she was being carried away by the wind.
"How very dull, Loki" she said, her voice carrying across the clearing. "I do hope you have not been tamed in all your areas of skill"
Loki did not respond verbally, rather Amora saw his hand flash towards his hip, and in less than a second a knife had almost reached her. With no time to react, Amora's muscles tensed instinctively, and she gasped as the knife cut into the fabric covering her stomach, but then, as if connected to Loki by an invisible string, snapped back towards him. He caught it, replacing it in his belt.
Amora looked down at the torn fabric, noting that even though her clothing was skin tight, there wasn't the faintest mark on her skin. "Interesting enough for you, Enchantress?" Loki murmured into her ear, suddenly behind her, pressing his body against Amora's, with his powerful hands pulling her hips against him.
"I knew I could never get you to fight me properly" She replied, leaning into him, half reluctantly.
"What did you expect from me, Amora? For me to treat you as I did when I hated you? How could I do that again when I..." Loki cut himself short, twisting her round to face him. He pressed his forehead against hers, and they both drew breath shakily, feverish with intense desire, before their lips crashed together in a passionate, desperate kiss.
They were standing at the very edge of the clearing, and Loki tore himself away from their kiss to pull Amora into the forest. Pushing her against a tree, she ran her fingers through his hair and drew their lips back together. Loki was pressing himself against Amora, with one hand on the tree trunk for support. His other hand stroked over her hip, but as they hungrily kissed, memories swimming hazily in their minds, he took her free hand in his, and squeezed.
Both were trying to savour the sensations of this reunion, every graze of their tongues, the softness of one another's lips, but soon instinct took over and they could stand it no longer. Amora began to grind her hips against Loki's, and a spasm went through his muscles as their kissing became ferocious and intense- both hands wrapped around Amora's waist, pulling her close, her arms were around his neck, pulling him down.
Magic was beyond them both now, so Loki grasped the fabric of Amora's trousers and tore them from her body. Still desperately kissing, he pushed his knee between hers, using it to roughly spread Amora's legs, while fumbling with the clasps of his own trousers. Freeing his cock with a trembling hand, Loki pushed himself inside Amora without a second's hesitation or preparation.
Amora gasped at the familiar feeling of pleasure deep inside, and her wide eyes looked into Loki's for a moment before closing in ecstasy as he began to thrust into her, hard and fast. Amora's legs went weak, so pressing her firmly against the tree, Loki ran his hands underher thighs and lifted her legs around his hips.
This change heightened the sensation for both of them, and their breath came in pants, as Loki pressed his forehead against Amora's again, snatching kisses where he could. As he got closer to the edge, Loki moved his head down to her neck, and kissed her there as his fucking became harder and more desperate. Amora began to cry out with every thrust, and Loki joined her, moaning into her neck. His hands dug deeply into her thighs as he got closer, and his whole body shook when he came, with an animal sound, shamelessly loud and unreserved.
Loki's head lay on Amora's shoulder as they caught their breath, both faces damp with sweat. Holding him close, she lowered her feet to the ground, and resting her head against his, Amora smiled.