By the time Loki and Myrkr made it back to their chambers, they were both drunk and exhausted, though one of them still had plans for that evening. As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, Loki pulled his wife into a tight embrace and kissed. It was the first truly passionate embrace they'd shared since before they'd left his home.
"Mmmngh," Myrkr moaned softly against his lips, her arms lazily wrapping around his shoulders while his hands started to knead her hips. "Oh, this is lovely, but-" she began but he cut her off.
"You're exhausted," he finished for her, his tone chiding as he started toward the bedroom.
She nodded, feeling guilty.
"This heat really does take a lot out of you," he mused. "All that excitement, and on top of that coming back to an inhospital climate. It's understandable that you're a bit worn out."
"I'm sorry. Tomorrow, I promise-" she tried but he pushed her down onto the bed. She blinked up at him in stunned surprise as he crawled up onto the bed, pulling her up toward the top as he went.
"You've been very authoritative the last several days," he noted, taking her hands in his as he moved to straddle her hips.
She felt dizzy and blushed a little. "I suppose I have. I hope you're not-"
Again he cut her off. "I actually found it quite attractive," he said as he leaned over. He kissed the side of her neck, down to her collarbone, across her chest, and back up the other side of her neck. He felt her shudder and lazily squirm beneath him.
"Th-That's good," she managed. Her hands twisted in his for a moment, but when she realized he wasn't going to let go, she just held his tighter.
"But after everything that's happened, I've been left wanting. I hope you don't think me selfish, but I fully intend to bed you tonight, regardless of how tired you are," he said in a low voice that tickled her ear before nibbling on her earlobe.
"If you don't care how tired I am-" she began but stopped short, making instead a sound of sudden pleasure when his knee slid up between her legs.
"Actually, your lethargy only makes it easier for me to take charge of our little situation here. As you might imagine, being passive and agreeable for so long has fed into a desire to be a bit more dominant than usual," he told her earnestly, and saying his desires aloud made butterflies rise up in his stomach.
This was the most vulnerable that she'd felt with him in a very long time, possibly ever. She was weak, tired, and intoxicated. She had no idea what he might want to do with her, but he had never given her any reason not to trust him, especially in the bedroom. So she bit her lip and nodded. "Alright, I consent," she said plainly.
Loki's lips spread into a victoriously lecherous grin. "You are absolutely lovely and far more indulgent that I deserve," he said as he started undressing her.
He carefully unlaced her dress and slid it down her body, once she lay naked before him, he pushed her arms up over her head. It took her a moment to realize that after he'd wrapped her hands around one of the shorter posts that made up the head of their bed frame, he used his magic to hold them there. Her eyes grew wide and she trembled a bit when she tested her magical bonds and found she couldn't move her hands.
"Shhh," he said softly as his fingertips gently trailed down her arms.
Another shudder ran through her body, but this time it was because of the way he was gently caressing her breasts, running his fingers over her soft skin and testing their firmness. It seemed to take him forever before he reached her nipples.
"Can you believe some of your comrades actually flirted with me while we were on your world?" he distractedly mused.
Myrkr was already in her own little world and barely heard what he'd said. "You're surprised?"
Then, he leaned over her again, teasing her puffy areolas with his lips.
Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't quite understand how this was him being dominant, but she wasn't going to question it. "Some of them were actually very tempting. There was one man in particular who seemed up to the challenge," he chuckled, then flicked his tongue out, slowly pushing it into the slit where her nipple was hiding. "If you hadn't made such a big deal about our marital commitments, I might have taken him up on that," he teasingly accused.
She made a little sound of pleasure mixed with disapproval.
"Oh, I'm not angry or anything. I fully anticipate that once your people have gotten more comfortable with us, they will be more than willing to help me explore that aspect of your culture," he taunted.
That actually made her a little angry, and she tried to kick him.
"Aht-ah!" he scolded as he grabbed her ankle before she could actually make contact. "You don't want your feet bound too, do you?" he threatened.
She frowned. "This isn't fun anymore," she complained.
"Oh? I'm rather enjoying myself," he said switching to her other breast.
Myrkr's skin flushed with angry arousal. "What you're saying... You're making me-" she tried, but couldn't quite get the words out.
"I speak only the truth to you, my Lady, and you are my Lady, my one and only lover. Do not take offense when I am honest with you because you're the only person with whom I am completely honest," he told her seriously.
Her brow furrowed, and she nodded.
"Either way," he shrugged, "I very much missed the feeling of your skin, the taste of your lips, and the sound of your pleasure." That seemed to relax her a little, so he leaned over again and started to suckle and tease her nipples alternatingly until they popped out and stayed out. He was in no hurry and could feel that she'd soaked through the knee of his pant leg by the time he'd accomplished his task.
He looked up and she seemed absolutely dizzy with pleasure. "You are so lovely," he said. He gently ran his hand down her side and was surprised when she flinched. "What's the matter?"
Myrkr bit her lip and turned away. "It's nothing. Carry on what you're doing," she tried to encourage.
He gave a disapproving frown and turned her face to look her in the eyes, where she was least able to hide her anxiety. "What's the matter?" he asked again, this time in a tone that he hoped would elicit a real answer.
"It's my understanding..." she began, but had to swallow to push down the lump in her throat, "that when one partner is dominant, that the submissive partner tends to suffer at least a bit. You're being so gentle... It feels like you're preparing me for a bait and switch," she said, hoping that he wouldn't be angry.
He chuckled and pushed her hair out of her face. "So you're expecting what? Some pinching and spanking perhaps?" he proposed, rubbing his hands together. He couldn't help having the image of her bent over his knee from entering his mind.
"At the least," she meekly replied.
"And you'd let me do those kinds of things to you?" he pressed hopefully.
She winced a little but nodded just the same. "I would, and for you, I'd even try to enjoy it if I could," she replied.
"Oh, you sweet thing," he crooned. "As interesting as that might be, I have no desire to hurt you," he said.
"Then why say you want to be dominant and bind my hands?" she asked. She was so confused now that she was almost at the point of panic.
"Shhh," he eased her again, this time placing a gentle hand on her forehead and using his sorcery to help ease her anxiety. "I want you to completely lose control of yourself," he said plainly. "Can you do that? Can you let go and trust me like that?"
She whimpered and nodded.
"Good," he said, moving back down her body, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. When he got to the mark on her chest, he held her hips down with his hands and pulled his knee away from her crotch. She had been very close to orgasm before they started talking, and he wasn't quite sure how close she was still. He didn't want to take any chances as he kissed the bruise, tracing its outer rim with his lips before sinking his teeth in the same spot.
Myrkr gave a choked out groan, her body arching toward him as best she could while he clamped onto her skin for a long moment before releasing her and gently lapping at the renewed bruise. She panted heavily and was so distracted that she didn't realize he'd let go of her hips so that he could resume teasing her breasts with his hands. She gripped the headboard even more tightly because she couldn't let go. She wanted so badly to touch him back, and before she realized that she'd moved, her legs were wrapped around his, her hips lifting upward to grind against him.
Loki smiled at her newfound abandon. He let it go on for a short while before reaching down and gripping her beneath her knees. He felt his cock pulse at the heated gasp she made when he slowly and purposefully spread and lifted her legs until her knees were pinned on either side of her. Her toes curled and her feet instinctively kicked.
His smile faded when he finally let himself take a full breath of her scent. She was as intoxicating as she was intoxicated, perhaps more so. It took all of his self control not to taste her right away. instead, he continued his trail of kisses until he reached her navel. He allowed himself to taste the few drops of sweat that had pooled there and even that was almost too much for him. He growled and nipped at the flat of her stomach just above her pubic hair.
Seeing the ripple of pleasure that caused in her helped Loki reign in his self control enough to take his time in gently kissing the outer lips of her womanhood. Though, he barely kept from chuckling with delight as she ineffectually tried to strain toward him. He could see her starting to glisten and twitch with arousal.
"Ah, Loki," she gasped when his lips skated past her most sensitive spots without actually making contact. Now, she was starting to understand how he was being dominant without being overly aggressive.
He made a low sound of satisfaction before taking pity on her by slowly running his tongue along her slit. Just that small taste made his eyes roll. "There is something about the taste of you that drives me absolutely wild," he told her. "Is that why Jotuns don't use their mouths to please their partners?"
She gave a weird little laugh. "I don't know," she barely answered. "I don't have any experience with that, remember?"
He licked her again, marveling at how her back could still arch up off the bed with her legs pinned as they were. "I bet that's why. If you lot did this sort of thing, no one would get anything done. Everyone would just be rolling around licking and humping each other," he joked.
Instinctively, she tried to hit him for that remark, but her magical bindings prevented that, leaving her to growl in ineffectual frustration. "Wouldn't that be paradise for you?" she sniped.
He smiled up at her, pleased that she seemed to be getting into the spirit of the game. He wanted a bit of verbal play before she completely lost all sense. "I think you would enjoy it too, if you gave that sort of thing a chance," he chided. Then, he licked her again, this time pushing a bit deeper, spreading her lips with his tongue.
"You're already more than I can handle sometimes," she confessed breathily.
He didn't reply to that, though he did take it as a compliment. He just kept up his slow, determined movements with his tongue until he had coaxed her womanhood wide open for him, a sight that made him ache to be inside her. Then, he blew a steady stream of cold air up and down the length of her opened slit until she started to buck and twitch, her moans dropping an octave, at which point he stopped.
Myrkr's eyes grew wide, and she let out a groan of anguish.
"You were very close just then, weren't you?" he asked earnestly.
She whined as she bit her lip and nodded.
He made another sound of appreciation and moved back up to her chest, making sure not to make contact with any more of her than he had to in order to keep her pinned while teasing her breasts with his mouth.
"You're going to make me go crazy!" she half-complained as he once again coaxed her nipples out.
"That's the plan," he assured.
At that, she couldn't argue. If she was ever going to lose her sanity, this way was certainly preferable. She knew they didn't call her husband the silver-tongued devil simply for his rhetorical abilities, but tonight he was definitely earning his reputation.
Once he was satisfied with how eagerly her nipples stuck out at him again, he pulled back to admire his work so far. She was sweating profusely and her eyes were nearly glazed over. He pulled her legs apart a little further as he moved up to kiss her. She groaned against his lips as she tasted herself on him. It was an unusual feeling, but one that she appreciated. She kissed him back eagerly, feeling the need for as much physical contact as possible from her limited position.
When he finally broke away so that she could breathe more easily, she said in a panting voice, "I want to touch you so badly."
"I know," he said, nuzzling her cheek with his own. "But you can wait, right? For me, you can wait," he said into her ear, making another shudder ripple through her.
She made a strange little sound because now it felt like he was barely touching her but at the same time like he was all over her.
"Good because you're almost always so collected, so self-contained. I need to see you completely lose it," he confessed as he slowly pulled back.
"Ah," she gasped, "Don't-"
"I'm not leaving you," he said surely. "I'm simply sitting back to undress myself."
She hadn't even realized that her eyes were mostly closed until she turned to focus on him when he said that. As he let go of her legs and raised up onto his knees, his skin remaining blue even after they stopped touching, she realized that this was the first time he'd stripped for her in Jotun form. Just the thought made her lips tremble.
Loki chuckled a little when he noticed how fixed Myrkr's eyes were on him. He could almost see them glowing in the dim light of their bedchamber. She watched his nimble fingers unfasten his dress armor and toss onto the chair on his side of the bed before unlacing the neck of his green tunic.
Myrkr's legs slowly slid shut as Loki pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his pale blue chest, where his most intricate line patterns were located, patterns that she had memorised. When her mind wandered, she often found that her fingers would trace those patterns on whatever they found. She tested the magical bonds on her hands again, but to no avail. When his hands started to untie the laces on his pants, her belly quivered with anticipation.
He stopped once they were unlaced and hooked his thumbs in the top of his pants. "You know, I completely understand why you like to wear so little while in Asgard. These clothes are absolutely suffocating. Honestly, I'm surprised you don't wear less than you already do," he mused.
Myrkr twitched a little. The little bit that was left of her logical mind, the small piece that hadn't been overwhelmed by heat and exhaustion and lust and alcohol, told her that he was messing with her. The rest was mentally screaming about why he wasn't naked yet. She was so upset by his dallying that she didn't realize that she had started to rub her legs together. She did, however, feel the pressure building in her once again as she watched him slowly slide out of his pants, leaving his weeping erection to stand proudly out in the open air. She even gave a sympathetic little moan when he gently stroked himself at the sight of her behaving so desperately for him.
She was on the precipice of release before she knew what was happening, and Loki knew it. He could see it in her face, hear it in her voice, and smell it in her scent, and at the last second, he pried her knees apart. It took more of his strength than he was expecting, but he was able to manage it, and she was furious.
She bucked, kicked, and writhed in his grasp, screaming obscenities at him all the while. It took a few moments for her calm down enough to notice that he was just sitting there beaming down at her with one of the most victorious grins she'd ever seen. She started to shake and screwed her eyes shut. She had been so close, and she could still feel the throbbing in her abdomen. It was almost unbearable. She knew that even the slightest touch could send her over the edge.
Loki watched with fascinated admiration as his wife's mouth opened. It looked as though she was about to speak, but all that came out was a strangled little moan of denial. His eyes slowly moved down her body, from her impossibly dark and dilated eyes down to her neck and heaving chest, over her taut stomach and finally to her dripping womanhood. He stared at her for a long moment before looking back up at her face to see that she was wincing.
He cocked his head as he watched her slightly pained expression to determine whether he was reading it right. When she saw how intently he was observing her, she yelled at him. It was an unintelligible sound that was a mix of frustration, desperation, and pleading. He had done it. All her sense and propriety were gone, and if it didn't look so incredibly uncomfortable for her, he would have sat back and enjoyed it a little longer.
Instead, he let go of one of her legs, licked two of his fingers, and swiftly slid them into her. Her expression changed almost immediately. It turned to a hopeful sort of shock, and she said something that sounded like, "If you stop now, so help me-"
She didn't get any further than that before she starting to come. When Loki saw how hard she was straining against her magical bonds, he released them and a moment later, she was curled around his arm, her fingers digging into whatever parts of him she could reach. She growled into his chest and made all manner of strangely erotic noises as he fingered her as steadily as he possibly could with how she was clinging to him.
Her peak lasted an inordinate amount of time, but her grip on him didn't wane. Before long, he felt the need to see her face. He tried to coax her chin upward so that he could look into her eyes, but she didn't respond, not out of defiance, but because she was so out of it that she didn't notice what he was trying to do. So, feeling especially bold, he grabbed her hair, taking a firm grip close to her scalp so as to cause the least amount of pain should she fight him for whatever reason, and slowly pulled her head back.
The pleased groan she gave in response was encouraging, so he pulled her head all the way back, making sure his movements with his other hand didn't falter. It was very much worth it. Her eyes were still rolling and her mouth hung open, letting her sounds of pleasure easily escape. Her face was completely flushed and beads of sweat were starting to run down the sides of her face. Without thinking, he kissed her.
That kiss brought her partially out of her pleasure-induced stupor. She grabbed him around the back of the neck with one hand while pulling him down on top of her. Once she was laying down, she pulled his hand from between her legs and grabbed his cock.
"Now! Take me now!" she demanded.
He knew the only answer to that was to do what she wanted. It only took a second to position himself before he was inside her, and it was heavenly. She was so wet and responsive. He made a mental note to try to keep her from rushing foreplay in the future. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and she pushed back with every bit of strength she had left. It wasn't much, but the effort turned him on even more.
Loki bit his lip as he leaned down over her, pressing his body against hers and pushing her even harder into the mattress. He found her abandon contageous and ended up thrusting into her harder than he ever had. Her near screams of pleasure titalated him and fueled his lust for her and her voice had started to fade into a hoarse groaning by the time he finished with a forceful grunt before stopping to catch his breath.
She panted beneath him, her hands tracing the light patterns on is arms, before he rolled onto his side next to her. They were silent for a long moment after that, holding each other close in spite of the oppressive heat. Once he had started to recover, Loki looked into his wife's eyes. He could see that her sense had returned, and she seemed to be waiting for something. He smiled and kissed her forehead.
"What is it, darling?" he asked softly.
She quirked a wry little smile. "Are you going to let me finish a sentence now?" she teased.
He pursed his lips and gave her an impishly guilty look. "Yeah, you can say whatever you like. I'll let you speak."
She smirked and pushed him down onto his back, climbing on top of him and looking her square in the eye. "That was pretty great," she told him seriously. "Just what I needed in fact. Are you sure that was for you?" she mused.
He smiled up at her. "It was for both of us," he conceded. "It's only fun if we're both enjoying ourselves."
She gave him a dizzy smile and fell off him, giggling like an idiot. As she recovered from that little fit, she noticed something. "Our sheets are an absolute mess," she complained.
"Considering the circumstances, I can't say I mind," he said turning his head to take a whiff of her sweat soaked pillow, smiling lecherously as he did.
"Would it be too rude to ask for them to be changed?" she asked guiltily.
"It would further fuel the rumors about our intimacy if we did," the warned.
She laughed. "At this point, I can't bring myself to care. Yes, it is a bit annoying to know that people are whispering about what happens when we're alone together, but at least the things they're saying now are generally more positive."
"Then I'll send for a maid," he decided as he found a clean pair of pants and changed back into his Asgardian form. "You know," he said just as he was about to step out to find a servant, "People are probably going to start asking you about having children now."
She smiled wryly. "Yeah, I know. Can we talk about that later? I'm really tired," she tried.
"Of course," he agreed. It wasn't a discussion he really wanted to have at that particular moment, just something he knew she should think about.
In the short time he was gone, she'd managed to find a light robe to wear while she sat in the window sill and waited for their bed to be redressed. The servant didn't say anything of real consequence to either of them, but she did seem a little too pleased to be doing such a task at such a small hour of the morning. She also took an extra few seconds to gather their dirty laundry while she was there. Once she was gone, the couple crawled into bed, pulled the curtain, and quickly fell asleep.