Chapter 37

Cephera waited for Mako to leave the room to make sure she did leave the two inside by themselves before she went back to the party. She was looking for Diana, but couldn't find her. She might have already gone to bed. Cephera spied Loki dancing with some pretty noble girl and made her way toward him.

"Excuse me, sorry," She said putting a hand to Loki's shoulder to stop him. "Have you seen Diana?" She asked right before Loki let go of the woman he was dancing with and swept Cephera into his arms instead. He began moving her about the floor while the noble girl narrowed her eyes and walked away.

"Our daughter left the party already. To where I do not know." He replied smiling. "Does such an event have you wishing it was you?" Cephera looked up and pursed her lips before answering.

"I would like to get married someday, but I'm in no hurry. I'd have to find a man first." She told him following his movements.

"I must admit the thought of another man touching you the way I do makes me angry." He glared at the thought before twirling her and pulling her back to their original dance position.

"Then you marry me and you won't have that problem." She joked.

"I'm not the marriage type." He replied almost seriously.

"Then I guess someday you'll have to stand here dancing with another woman while I'm off sealing my marriage just as our son does now," Cephera said tempting his anger just a little to see just how jealous and angry the thought really did make him. She watched Loki's face shift to a narrowed dark look. "I'll have to teach him I suppose, teach him how to touch me in the ways I enjoy that you taught me about myself." Cephera gasped when everything turned dark and she was pressed hard to a cold wall.

They were no longer among the party goers, but instead alone in a room with only the moons light spilling in through the half open curtains. Loki's body was what pinned her to the wall. She could feel his deep breaths. He had not moved nor spoken since teleporting them there. "Loki?" She asked unsure what she had started.

"Tease me anyway you like, but do not tease me like this. I will not hear such things come from your mouth about how another may touch you. I do not wish to think of the inevitable future when I can no longer have you as I like." Cephera could hear the strained sound of his voice.

"You do not have me now as you would like to." She pointed out her own breathing heavy now in this intense situation. Every emotion she had toward him lingering on the surface wishing he would just tell her he felt the same. That he wanted her for himself now and always and that he would never cast her aside. She didn't need him to marry her, she just needed to know he wanted her and only her forever.

"No ...but every once in a while you allow me to have you and I have been ok with that," he said. "I've not bothered with others in between our unions as your touch is all I seek and all that can quench this lustful thirst inside me. Until I no longer feel this addiction to you I will seek you out even as other men attempt to touch your heart." Loki finally moved pulling her skirt up with one hand while bending his head down and running his lips along her jaw. "Until you find this man you seek who will love you, and marry you as you deserve I will remain selfish and chase you and take everything you are willing to give me in the times you allow it."

Cephera slowly turned her head so that his mouth finally came to meet hers. His words effecting her in a heart wrenching way as they were both heart breaking and alluring. She was flattered that he was determined to have her in his arms as much as he could while he could, but saddened that still this arrangement was temporary in his mind and that he had no plans to make her no more than what she already was. She was just the mother of his children and his sometimes lover. He did not love her he only desired her.

At that moment she knew she shouldn't give in, but it was too late. His kisses had her sighing and both his hands managed to pulled her skirts all the way up for his hands to slide down around her hips and over her now naked buttocks. She knew what he meant to do and she used her own hands to undo his pants and let them fall to pool at his ankles. In one easy pull he gripped her butt and yanked her off the floor only to press her to the wall with his hips. His length between her thighs. He rocked his hips rubbing it along her clit and outer lips.

He shifted to bring her to slide on a slight angle before he probed her entrance a couple of times before she was slick enough to glide in. He filled her to the hilt making them both groan against the others lips. In soft, but eager movements Loki began to thrust into her to his own pace. His lips moving from hers to her jaw and her neck back to her lips. Cephera clinging to him with her legs wrapped around him and her arms around his shoulders. The way he pressed into while panting across her ear at times felt possessive.

They went from the wall to the bed, his bed. He lasted much longer than she thought he would which told her he had at least touched himself at some point that day. The problem with allowing herself his company was that his touched consumed her and she had trouble letting go of the moment once she was in it. This was why in these moments she just let herself completely go. No thinking, no turning back. After all, for her it was too late.

She loved Loki whether he would return the feeling or not didn't matter as it would not change how she felt. It would have been different had he been cruel to her, but he wasn't. He was up front with her about everything and so her feelings were her own choice and no burden for him to bare. Until morning she would let herself just be completely happy and delusional. Until morning Loki was hers.

(Loki)

Loki hadn't known a time he had fucked so long that he could no longer cum, but that was what happened once he had Cephera back in his room. Together they took their time. Peeling the clothes off one another and enjoying the touches the other had to offer. Loki helping Cephera along with the things she was not well-versed in. Showing her how to please him better. She too had certain things she liked better and found her own voice to tell him. So far, this had not been something they had openly begun to do in the bedroom, but once Loki had his quick fill of her the first time they slowed down to enjoy more.

The second time had been long as it had been so soon after the first. The third took place an hour after. Between the second and third he had led down behind her, his hand between her legs from over her hip touching her clit and stroking her to orgasm while he waited for his own length to find the strength to continue. The third time had been the slowest. He took her still lying on his side behind her. One arm under her knee to hold her leg up slightly as his hips pushed his cock into her in slow steady beats. His lips showing affection to her shoulder and sometimes biting down to leave red welts and teethmarks in their wake. At those times she would cry out, but she never protested.

The third time had taken a shorter time than the second, but his seed was very little. The fourth time was his last. They moved from one position to the other both knowing at this point they were just enjoying the feeling of the union. The knowledge he was inside her and the revelation of the way it felt. No, Loki could not find this kind of satisfaction anywhere and it was mind-boggling and driving him insane that only she could seem to draw it out of him. What was he doing wrong that he could only think of her? How could he change his circumstances?

Loki didn't dwell on such questions as they both finally gave in to their exhausted bodies. She collapsed beside him and he pulled her close. He enjoyed the feel of her soft skin pressed to him. Her small breasts just touching his side and then his chest as she settled herself up on it. Her ear to his breast listening to his heartbeat until she dozed off. Loki himself remembered little after that as he too fell asleep.

(Diana)

Archery was not the safest thing to do when some one was drunk, but as everyone was at the party that was exactly what Diana left to do. She tired of all the flirty men, and the tireless dancing. She just wanted to have fun of her own kind. She had stumbled to the practice rows of straw targets with a large jug of mead under her arm and a mug in her hand. On her back was her bow and arrows.

She settled down on the far row placing her jug on the grass and filled her mug, taking a long drag before putting it down against the jug. She fixed her quiver strap across her chest and pulled the bow off her shoulder. She pulled out an arrow and drew it back against the string. She held it close to her cheek as she was shown and adjusted her arm position. She carefully let the feathers release from her fingers and not surprisingly the arrow missed the target completely.

Diana knew she was drunk, but thought if she could handle hitting the target in any manner drunk she would be able to at least do so after a head wound. Silly, but one day could save her life. Diana loved battle. She didn't know why, but something about facing an opponent drove her blood to boil in an exciting way. Much more so than she had ever felt from any date with a guy had.

Diana pulled out another arrow and another until she finally managed to hit the target by rearranging where she looked. She smirked when she heard the thud before she drew another. She let the arrow fly and frowned when she missed again only this time she gasped in shock when she heard a cry from behind the target. Diana moved forward keeping her bow in hand just in case. She looked over the small hill behind the targets. Even in her intoxicated state she knew she had hit a person and that they were just another party goer.

Diana jumped down the grassy hill and felt a slight panic over the fact she might have killed someone. "Are you dead!" She cried reaching the fallen male.

"I certainly hope not." He choked rolling over. The arrow was sticking out from his shoulder. Diana knelt beside him as he sat up putting a hand to his wound.

"You idiot," Diana said no longer feeling worried after seeing his wound wasn't life-threatening. "Who the fuck stands behind a target range?" She scolded.

"You sound like my sister." He chuckled looking up at her at last. "Hey, I know you. You're the prince's daughter." Diana rolled her eyes. She was getting sick of being recognized for that and not for simply being her. Diana stared at the boy a moment pondering whether to leave this idiot's ass there to fend for himself or to help him to the palace healers.

Thank You's

- Vulcaniumx: haha. Thanks. Thought it might be a nice teasing spot. Yeah I never know how long my fics will be unless I have them complete written and even then they are subject to change. Haha. Lots of hate for Mako it would seem.

- Twifan 1987: haha they are indeed.

- Otaku-Mae: oh there will be more between Devian and Shiva. :) lots of time for character development between everyone. I cut the scene there mainly because it felt awkward to write the full smut between them. But pillow talk is an option. :P I also think they are cute together.

- Poodle Warriors: Diana still had some self development to do. Out of the two of them she is the one who is more childish and still growing mentally. She hasn't completely come into her true self yet. And yup, Devian is now a husband!

- Loki's Dreamer: Devian is the best kind of man I think. Kind and considerate. Thoughtful and wise. :P he's a good mix between Cephera and Loki.

- Akera Writer of the Night: I thought the awkward would lighten things up a little.

- Short Haired Me: She is quiet and I'm enjoying writing her actually. She was never part of my original story outline. Lol

- Benfan1: a lot of people are enjoy Shiva and I'm glad. :) and you should be afraid ... Be very afraid.

- Melpomeme of Tragic Olympus: I'm doing my best not to change Loki drastically. He will probably end up a little off canon later as he develops throughout the plot, but hopefully not to off. Thanks a bunch happy to have your attention!

- Guest (not sure if you're one of my regulars or not): I can and I did cut it off there. Lol. Truthfully it's as far as I got before it began to feel awkward to write. Smut usually only come easy for my through Loki. Diana was left behind for a bit mainly because of everything that was happening. Thanks for the compliments! I'm happy I've kept your interest and have seemed to live up to your expectations towards this fic. :D

- Reneemm: he's very caring. He understands she's afraid.