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"I really don't see why it has to be my house." Valkyrie's duffle hit the floor with a loud clang. More weapons than clothes.
"It is not my fault you chose to live the furthest from the village." Loki shrugged. "It's the safest place to keep her."
Val crossed her arms and frowned. Hard.
"Perhaps I could bunk with Loki and you could stay here?" Thor offered.
Alera couldn't hide her grimace. If Thor bunked over Loki would probably banish her back to her room. Judging by the look on Loki's face he was having similar thoughts.
"Excellent idea brother. I'm certain my mortal could use help with her morning chores. There are quite a few she prefers to accomplish before dawn," Loki lied through his teeth.
Picking up what he was putting down she added, "Oh yes that would be great. How are your skills with a toilet brush?"
At the Thunder Gods pained expression Val rolled her eyes and cut in. "It's fine. It's fine. Thor can stay but there'd better be food."
Mumbling something about guacamole Thor shuffled off to the kitchen.
"Perfect," Loki said with a broad smile. "I have warded the house so that when she wakes Silas will not be able to escape and if she attempts to meddle with my spells I will know."
"She'd better not destroy my stuff."
"I make no guarantees."
The two glared at each other for a moment before Thor came barging back in with a bowl and bag of chips, breaking up the little standoff. "Good news I have enough for everyone!"
Alera cut a pleading glance over to Loki. She really didn't have it in her to spend hours reminiscing over ancient battles and how they compared to whatever video game Thor was currently playing.
"Unfortunately, I need to retire to my work room to prepare something for the interrogation tomorrow."
"Then Lady Alera is welcome to stay. Have you heard of a game called The Division Two?"
"Actually, I will require her assistance with my project."
"I bet," Val drawled.
Thor seemed to accept the excuse but looked so let down it actually tugged at her heartstrings and Alera found herself promising to listen all about the game another time. The queen however looked relieved as they went for the door. Guess she wasn't a fan. Who knew? Alera snorted softly as they stepped out into the cool summer night.
They made their way down the small path, Loki in the lead, their way lit only by the brightly shinning stars in the moonless sky. They captivated her. Loki knew what lay out there, what lay beyond her simple realm. A realm she knew he barely tolerated. How could she blame him when he came from a world of myth and legend? Would he ever get the chance to travel the universe again?
It was depressing to think of someone so extraordinary being trapped on Earth forever, trapped with her. A mortal and a not very interesting one at that. Having once been described as exceedingly ordinary she had no allusions of her own grandeur. What would happen if…no… when, he found a way back out into the stars? Would he leave her behind because he'd grown bored with her? Or worse, because by then she was too old and crippled to follow him? The idea of it made her stomach drop. In her mind she saw him as he was now, perfect, as she wrinkled and aged until she finally found herself alone and abandoned.
Caught up in her rapidly spiraling thoughts Alera failed to notice when Loki stopped ahead of her and slammed into his body. It was like walking full speed into a wall and she stumbled back at the impact, heel catching on a stone, she began to fall.
Strong hands caught her.
Loki's long fingers wrapped tightly around her biceps and she found herself looking up into his face. His eyes were darker than usual, and his hair had fallen foreword to frame his face. Even in the dark of the night his skin glowed.
"You're thinking dark thoughts. What are you thinking about?" A statement, not a question. Alera briefly considered denying it but who was she kidding? He was the God of Lies and tied to her very soul. He would know before the words left her mouth.
"About getting old while you stay the same. About if I'd ever see the universe with you or if you'll get bored with me and leave me behind once you finally find your way back out into the stars. For all I know I'll be too old by then, or dead."
Gripping her tight enough to hurt he said, "Do not think such things."
"How can I not?"
Her own mortality was a glaring reality.
Loosing his grip from her arms Loki cupped her face in his large hands, thumbs grazing her jaw, and dipped down to lay his lips against hers.
He kissed her deeply, pulling her body into his, crushing her to him. Alera's heart leapt at the touch, out there in the open where anyone could see. It seemed foolish considering his reluctance to let anyone know about their relationship.
"Someone could see," she gasped as he broke the kiss.
"Does that excite you? The prospect of being discovered in my arms?" His voice was low.
"Yes." The word slipped out of her mouth.
The night seemed to close in around them at her revelation and the winds picked up, blowing away the nearly unnatural stillness from before. Loki's scent washed over her as his wind tossed hair danced across her cheeks. Knees going weak she clung to him. Drowning, she was drowning in…him. His scent, his burning emerald gaze, and possessive touch overtaking her senses.
"You are mine and I do not simply abandon that which is mine. Do you doubt me so easily?"
Fingers digging into his leather clad arms she whimpered, "I'm scared."
Once again, he claimed her lips before pulling away. "You should be."
Before she could clear her mind enough to delve into that the God of Mischief had her by the hand, his fingers entwined with hers, pulling her quickly into their home.
The door slamming shut behind ther did wonders to snap Alera out of her fog. She jumped at the sound, heart slamming against her ribs, and fought the urge to back away as Loki looked down at her with predatory eyes.
Bracing his arms against the door behind her he caged her in with his body.
"Loki?" She fought the urge to ask if he was still in there because it very much felt like he'd been replaced by something a bit more feral. "If you start offering to end my suffering, I'm going to stab you."
He chuckled. The sound deep and rumbling. "No worries pet I have not succumbed to that particular darkness."
Licking her lips, she pressed her hands into his chest, felt the heat radiating off of him even through the layers. How could he be so hot in this form and so cold in the other? The man was such a dichotomy. She didn't dare ask now though, sensing more than knowing that mention of that part of him would turn the tides of his moods like flipping a switch.
Instead, she asked, "What do you want?"
"Undress me." He stepped back and gestured to the cold fireplace. A low fire crackled to life casting strange shadows and illuminating the near darkness of their home.
"I don't know how," she admitted, eyeing all the complicated layers of his Asgardian wear.
Alera knew she looked like a scared rabbit, huddled against the door, watching him as he paced closer to the fire before crooking a finger at her. "Come here little one."
Her heart stuttered. He'd never called her that before. Something about those words tweaked things low in her body. Alera's mouth went dry as she considered her options.
"You could run if you like." Loki offered. "I enjoy the chase and your punishment will be splendid."
Yeah, that'd be a no. Nope. No way. Especially given the look in his eyes. A bolt of fear went through her. Not exactly the bad kind, more like the kind one felt right before the rollercoaster went over the edge of the first drop.
Taking a cautious step forward she cleared her throat and asked, "What is this?"
He held out his hand to her, reminding her of the first time they'd met. "A game. One in which I offer you the release of control and in return you gift me with your trust. There is no sweeter power than that which is freely given."
In a blink she found herself before him, her feet having found their own way across the room while her mind digested his admission. "What if you do something I don't like?"
"Choose a word and if you wish to end something then you simply speak the word and whatever it is ends. I swear it."
She heard the truth between the lines. At the end of the day the power was hers, to give and to take back. His control of her perfunctory to her acquiescence and now he was talking about a safe words. Just how deep of a rabbit hole was she getting herself into? What sort of debauchery was Loki into? She didn't know but judging by the slowly growing warmth between her legs she wanted to find out.
Thinking back on one of the more ridiculous novels she'd read Alera decided to go with the same system those characters had used. It made sense to her at least. "Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good. Will that work?"
"Perfectly." Heat laced that one word.
Slipping her hand in his she breathed deeply. "Then tell me what to do."
The smile that stretched across his face was worth the pain that was sure to come. It was an honest smile, bordering on real happiness. It was a look that Alera had yet to see upon his face. Drawing her hand over to his free arm he laid her fingers on the buckles to his bracer.
"Start here."
The burnished gold plating was heavier than she'd assumed as she undid the buckles and caught it before it fell to the floor. Setting it on the nearby coffee table Alera started on the next one.
When it fell into her hands, Loki took it from her and tossed it. "They won't break pet. The shoulder plate now. Loose the buckle and slide the strap through."
This buckle sat just above his left hip, once released she reached for the plate at his shoulder and pulled it free. The leather strap slithering through the opening on his coat. Following his last example, she gently heaved the heavy piece over with the bracer. It landed with a metallic thud.
Wordlessly she went for the coat next, the choice obvious, and ran her hands underneath the leather. Going up on her toes she pushed it off his shoulders. It caught slightly as it fell down his arms to pool on the floor. That's when things got confusing. His undercoat was a series of crisscrossing layers running over a chest piece inlaid with gold all laid over top of at least one other tunic. How complicated were his clothes?
"There are lacing's in the back."
"How do you get this thing on?" she asked, moving around behind him.
"Magick."
She could hear the smile in his voice.
The laces were tied neatly at the center of his back, the edges of the overcoat pulled tightly together. Magick indeed. Losing the knot, she pulled the lacing free. If he had to dress like a normal person she didn't have a clue how he'd manage this one on his own. Coming back to his front she hooked her fingers in the undercoat and pulled it forward and down until it joined his outer coat on the floor. His chest plate was buckled at the sides and he gently guided her hands to them. Loki then bent at the waist as she pulled it free, grunting slightly.
"Its heavy," she complained.
He smirked, "I'm strong."
She rolled her eyes and dropped the armor to the side. Underneath she found that he wore a high-necked leather vest over a soft as silk green linen tunic. The vest closed with a series of small, annoying, buttons. What was it with Asgardian fashion and these tiny little buttons?
Loki watched her intensely as she worked them free. What was he thinking? Did he notice how badly her hands shook? Probably. The god very rarely missed a beat when it came to her. There was something absurdly intimate about undressing him, a piece at a time, under his gentle guidance. How many people had he let undress him before? At over a thousand years old she knew it had to be a lot. Realistically if he only had one partner a year that was a ridiculous number. The thought caused her to frown, her hands stilling near the last button at the bottom of the vest.
"You're thinking dark thoughts again," he accused. She shook her head hoping he would just leave it but this was Loki and of course he couldn't. "Tell me."
A command, but she already knew of his penchant for those. Before she answered she finished unbuttoning the vest and took a moment to enjoy the feeling of the fabric below it before pushing the leather from his shoulders. Still ignoring his demand Alera grabbed handfuls of the fabric at his waist and pulled it free from his leather pants. She reached for the short lacings that kept the tunic closed around his throat but he captured her hands in his. Saying nothing he held her in place. Her stomach churned; she didn't want to ruin the mood any more than she already had.
Finally, she said, "I know you're around fifteen hundred years old and I know it's unreasonable, but I suddenly find myself jealous of the hundreds of lovers you've likely taken over the years. I can't help but wonder how many you've had? How many hands have undressed you, touched you? How many have you touched?"
"I do not know how many. Dozens, yes but there was always the fear of being trapped into marriage and I had no desire to father bastards, so I was more selective than most would assume but there were lovers aplenty. Women found that if they could not have the first son the second would do and men find me equally as enticing but for separate reasons," he spoke softly, as though he were trying not to spook her. Alera fought to keep her face blank. "Now, ask me how many have been there to witness my nightmares? Or how many have seen and touched my other form?"
"How many?" Mouth dry Alera reached for the ties at his throat. He let her hands slip free from his and watched in silence as she opened the collar of his tunic. Heart hammering, she waited for his answer.
"None. Save you."
Her heart clenched in her chest and she felt dangerously close to saying something stupid but bit back the word and asked instead, "Why me?"
He gave a very French shrug, one that could have meant everything and nothing. "Does it matter?"
It might eventually, but in that particular moment. "No."
He let her pull his shirt over his head, revealing the smooth pearlescent skin of his torso by inches, marred only by the dark line of the scar left by the Kursed. Closing her eyes Alera pet him, dug nails into his chest, and savored the feeling of his flesh beneath her hands. When she made to sink down to remove his boots stopped her.
"That enough for now."
"But-"
He cut her off with a shake of his head and she whined. The temptation was right there, so close she could touch it and now he stopped her? Why? Loki didn't give her long to ponder as he seated himself in the middle of the couch and with a grand gesture ordered, "Undress for me. To your undergarments."
Red faced and a little miffed at the turn of events Alera went along with the game. Unbuckling her sword and daggers before peeling off her own layers of leather and cloth until she was left standing in her grey lace panties and bra. Feeling less than dignified after having to hop around on one foot to get her boots off she kept her gaze on the floor. Silence filled the room, broken only by the crackling fireplace. It went on so long Alera began to wonder if she'd missed some cue and finally looked up.
Once she met his eyes he spoke. "Come here."
Cautiously she moved forward, climbing onto the couch as he pat the space beside him, only to have her world tip as he grabbed her wrists and pulled her across his lap. Alera stared into the fire, breath quickening, a small jolt of fear going through her. Loki tugged at her panties, yanking them between her cheeks exposing her butt to him and pulling the cloth painfully tight against her already swollen sex. Everything happened so fast she hadn't had time to do more than let out a girlsh squeak.
"How many strokes were we up to pet?" She couldn't remember and shook her head in response. He clucked his tongue at her. "Then let us say an even ten, shall we? Rounding up for both your forgetfulness and your doubt in me. Arguing will add to the tally, do you understand?"
At his warning she quickly closed her lips, biting back her snarky retort.
"Answer me," he demanded.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
Her mind turned. What, what? He was obviously looking for something specific, but she wasn't sure what and didn't want to add further to her punishment. Unfortunately, she would just have to roll the dice on this one. "Yes, sir?"
"Hm." He began rubbing her buttocks, kneading them with his strong fingers. "Not entirely what I was looking for, but I will accept it."
"What would you prefer?" she asked, truly curious. "Your highness, your majesty, my lord, sire, prince…king? You have so many titles and I haven't even gotten to your deifications."
He squeezed harder on her steadily warming cheeks making her gasp. "Cheeky little thing. I do enjoy it, but I truly am your prince, or have you already forgotten? I was born to rule you. When we play these games, you may use my title or the term sir to address me as I find I like the sound of it upon your lips. Do you understand?"
It hadn't occurred to her until then this additional ramification of her blended heritage. She was one of his people and as such she felt the need to acknowledge that to him. "Yes, my prince."
Again, he made that deep humming sound in his chest. "I'm going to start now. You will count each blow, if you make a mistake we start over. Do not be afraid to stop me if needs must."
Alera briefly wondered how he even knew that term before the thought was driven abruptly from her as he brought his hand down across her buttock with a sold slap. Yelping she shot him a scathing look over her shoulder and reached hand back to cover her butt. This was ridiculous, she felt ridiculous.
"To enjoy this, you must surrender to me. Trust me. There is pleasure in pain, peace in submission."
Looking up at him she saw the heat in his eyes as he looked down at her, she could feel his need coursing through her veins. She could do this, she could give this insanity a try even if she felt embarrassed but if she hated it he was going to need to figure out a new kink. Nodding ever so slightly she gave her assent.
"Thank you," he said. "Fold your arms behind your back and hold onto your wrists and do not release them until I say otherwise. I could tie you but part of my pleasure in this is your willful obedience." Having made her bed now Alera knew she had to lay in it and did as instructed. "Also, you forgot to count so we will begin again."
Huffing she rolled her eyes and tensed waiting for the blow. Chiding her Loki once more told her to relax. Grumbling to herself she did her best to follow his direction, forcing her muscles to ease until she lay pliant in his lap, but her heart still pounded in her chest.
This time when his hand landed, she was ready for it. "One, sir."
"Good girl," he praised her.
Another blow fell and another as he switched cheeks in between. Alera continued her count as her world narrowed down to the jolt of pain and the slowly growing warmth radiating from her assaulted flesh. As he worked Alera gave herself over to him as he asked and felt something in her shifting, slowly sliding into place as he controlled her. The unnamed feelings swelled inside her, confused her. She clinched her thighs together at the tingling there. How could this be turning her on? Another blow pushed that worry from her mind. At eight he paused briefly, massaging her heated flesh.
"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to do this with you," he murmured softly. Delving his hand between her legs he stroked her clit through the fabric. Alera whimpered at the contact, her body an open nerve. "Afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself, to curb my strength." He nudged her legs further apart urged her to spread her thighs for him. She obeyed, opening herself further to him. "But I find that my concern for your wellbeing overrides all else. I simply can't lose control with you." He slipped his fingers beneath her panties, sliding his fingers through the wetness he found there. Loki let out a groan and she felt his erection dig into her side as it strained against his pants. "My beautiful, delicate, lover. You are stunning when stretched across my thighs, wet for me, wet from my punishments. Look at me and do not look away."
His voice was hypnotic. Loki liked to talk and Alera found she enjoyed listening. Craning her neck, she twisted slightly so she could look up at him. Pupils blown wide he looked at her with such raw desire that it made her breath hitch. Eyes still locked on hers he slowly slipped a finger inside her, stroking her.
"Loki please," she whined, needing more.
"What did you say?"
She corrected. "Prince Loki."
"Yes, little one?" His tone was light but Alera could feel his excitement coursing through her. Try as he might to look unfazed, he couldn't hide from her.
"More. Please." She couldn't keep the need out of her voice.
He withdrew from her instead. Tears threatened. "Making demands of me, are we? Naughty girl. I will only give you release once you have learned the lesson I'm trying to teach you."
"What lesson?" she asked, confused.
Loki didn't answer and there was a sparkle in his eyes that made her nervous but before she could say anything else his hand fell on her again. The blow was lower this time, at the crease of her thigh and butt cheek. The pain sharper, clearer and her mind blanked out momentarily. It took all the focus she had left in her not to break eye contact with him, not to let go of her wrists. She so proud of herself when she succeeded that she nearly smiled but then Loki chuckled darkly, and she realized she'd forgotten to count.
"You were so close but now we must start over. Which is good, you need more time to learn." Gripping her wrists tighter Alera fought back tears of frustration but her efforts were futile, they fell despite her best efforts. What was this lesson he was suddenly talking so much about?
Loki cupped her face, brushing at the tears with his thumb. Catching them he raised them to his mouth and licked them up with his tongue. "Don't fight it. Let go. Here with me you can be yourself, you can cry and rage, and scream. For all the pain and sadness in your life, for all the times you were left alone wondering why you felt different, wondering why you didn't fit in, why you weren't good enough. All your tears can be given to me now, because I have found you and you belong with me. You are not just my mortal, not just my priestess or lover, but one of my people. I will protect you, care for you, always." He pet her hair gently. "You may look away now."
Hiding her face against the couch her tears began to fall in earnest. He was right of course. Her life before had been so boring, so ordinary, and filled with the pervasive out of body experience that she didn't belong. She was different and had no one to confide in, no one who understood her. Her concerns written off as those of an angsty youth.
Loki's hand fell again, and she began her count.
She'd been so alone.
Another blow fell.
Lost.
"Two," she gasped.
He continued his work, the pain light, tugging that confusing place inside her. Somehow, he'd known, he'd known even though she hadn't. Because he knew her better than she knew herself. They were connected in ways that went beyond this boring mortal world.
More blows fell.
She had been lost, and alone. Hollowed out. No one to trust, no one to care for her, her life tedious.
But she'd been found.
"Five!" she screamed out as the next blow fell. Her mind slipping into incoherence, her thoughts becoming garbled. Alera floated, no longer connected to her body, the count falling robotically from her lips. The only thing grounding her was her connection to Loki. To his calm control, she could feel his confidence, his pleasure, rolling through her. He was in control and here she was free. It was the finest high she'd ever felt, she never wanted it to end.
"Harder. Please," she heard herself beg from a distance. Shocked at her own words but unable, unwilling to take it back.
"No." His voice was firm as he denied her.
Her body begged for more, her mind demanded it, but she accepted his decree with only a whimper her thoughts once more falling to pieces.
The punishment continued, but was it really a punishment? No. It was a gift.
"Ten," Alera's voice broke over the last number and his hand stilled.
Loki ran gentle fingers over her heated flesh gently petting her before he carefully tugged her panties back in place. "It's over. It's done. You've done so well Alera. Come now pet, release your arms." Alera unfolded her arms, her shoulders protested the movement, and she groaned as blood began to flow in them again. Nimble fingers found their way to her sore shoulders and began massaging away the stiffness. After moment he gripped her around the waist and in a display of strength effortlessly turned her over and bundled her in his arms. Cradling her upper body against his, his free hand brushed her tears from her face. "You are so beautiful. So strong. Do you understand now?"
Coming back into herself she realized she was sorer than she'd thought, just the gentle scrap of his leather against her butt hurt. Shaking slightly, she curled into him. "Trust. It's about trust."
She felt rather than saw him nod against her. "I need your trust, crave it, and in giving me your trust you are freed. How do you feel?"
Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the sensation of his fingers as they ran up the length of her thigh, brushed over her needy lace covered sex before answering. "Safe."
"Do you trust me to take care of you?" he asked.
"Yes."
The answer seemed obvious, but she was beginning to realize Loki needed to needed to be reassured.
His fingers slipped below the edge of her panties. "There is so much more I can show you, teach you, so much more pleasure to be found. The highs we can reach so much greater"
She looked up at him. His face was a mask of concentration as he assessed her.
"Are you mine?"
"Always."
Long fingers found her entrance, she was more than ready for him as he slipped two fingers inside her, grinding the heel of his palm against her clit he fucked her with his hand. Clutching at his shoulders she began to pant her thighs shaking she felt like a live wire. Taught and ready to snap. Her whole body shaking as sweat broke out across her already flushed body. Burying her face in his neck she found herself once more overwhelmed by him, by the scent of him, so dark and forbidden. Loki was that which one wasn't supposed to have, to want, yet he was hers and she wanted him more than anything. The pleasure between her legs built in a nearly painful swell, the orgasm cresting but refusing to break. Close. She was so close. The ached deep inside her nearly unbearable. She suddenly afraid of the power of the release. She was going to break from it. It was too much. Her body arched in a hard line against him.
Words soft he said, "Do not be afraid. I have you. Come for me."
The wave broke. The orgasm tore through her in a nearly painful explosion, her wetness pouring out of her soaking them both.
She screamed.
She shattered in his arms.
But Loki held her together.
Alera came apart and was rebuilt, irrevocably changed.
There was no going back.
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Loki's chair creaked as he sat back with a sigh. His study, his work, had been a momentary solace to him but the potion he'd been working on for the morning's interrogation was finally finished. Leaving him without a proper distraction from his thoughts. Thoughts that centered on one being.
Alera.
When she had given herself over to him so completely he'd felt it in his very soul. It frightened him so badly he'd fled as soon as possible, leaving her curled up on the couch sleeping it off at her request. Apparently she enjoyed the fire.
Hadn't she done exactly what he'd wanted? Wasn't this what he'd hoped for? Yes, but he hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her. Such acceptance.
Emotions flooded him. His already possessive instincts toward her switched into overdrive. The dark voices in his mind screaming that she was his, his alone. The universe could burn at his feet before he would ever give her up.
Why did she have to be mortal? Why hadn't the Asgardian in her bred truer?
Alera was everything he had ever wished for in a consort. Strong and smart, willing to challenge him, brave but not stupidly so. Loki didn't want a mindless slave to his whims, and he enjoyed her fire, she would not be broken. Though he was afraid that once she came down off her high, her sense fully restored, she would be terrified of him. It was a possibility, a risk he'd known and taken. The result had been beautiful.
He groaned as he remembered the look on her face as she came undone in his arms…pure ecstasy, pure submission. She'd given herself over to him, to his desires, to his control. Her skin heated and slick with sweat and when she'd came, she gushed. Her orgasm spilling across his hand to soak into his leathers. Impressive. From beginning to end. Even the way she'd oh so sweetly, nearly innocently, undressed him in the beginning caused his heart to race but he had been forced to stop her mid-way. When she finally went to her knees before him it wouldn't be to take his boots off.
As expected, she'd been pliant as he cared for her afterwards, unbraiding her hair before getting her to eat and drink. Slipping his own shirt over her head. Her emotional grid sedate, but he knew that, that was a temporary. Just as caring for her helped ease him back from his own being cared for would help her transition back to a normal state.
Of course, nothing they'd done had helped the raging erection he still sported but sinking into her tight, wet, body would have been wrong while she was so exhausted. What they'd done was both mentally and physically demanding. Still…it had taken all his control not to sit her up and impale her on his cock, rutting into her until he filled her full of his seed.
Pinching the bridge of his nose a grimaced before using a bit of seidr to turn the lights down until the room was more shadow than light. Seeing as how the last few hours of concentration had failed to kill his raging hard on it looked like he would be relieving himself once more. A temporary fix to the problem but better than nothing.
A sound stilled his hand just as he reached for his laces.
Perking up he turned his attention out of his study and out into the house. Alera was awake and on the move. She ascended the stairs slowly. He could feel her anxiety as she approached the closed door to his study. Could she sense him as clearly as he could her? It would explain why she bypassed his bedroom and come straight to him.
Her shadow darkened the line of light beneath his door. She froze, unmoving for several moments. He fought the urge to call out to her, to ease her nervous and end her struggle, to tell her she had nothing to fear from him. No. As always, the choice needed to be hers to come to him or not. The need came from a selfish place. He thrived on her loyalty to him, every time she came to him of her own freewill it brought a spark of light to his dark soul.
Finally, after an interminable eternity, she knocked.
"Loki?" she paused. "I know you're in there."
With a small bit of magick and a wave of his hand he opened the door from where he sat.
She still wore his tunic. It made her look small, delicate, despite her strong build. It was a subtle reminder of his size, his strength, in comparison to hers. It was good to be reminded of such things.
"No room is barred to you here," he told her as she stepped inside. "You needn't beg entry."
Another gesture and he closed the door behind her. Casting them into near darkness.
"It's just the polite thing to do."
"Hmm."
Alera came around to him, nudged her way between his thighs and leaned against the edge of his desk, arms crossed. She cocked an eyebrow and looked down at him. "So, are you going to finish what you started?"
"No running away?" A slow, sly, smile spread across his face. "No screaming in terror?" He leaned forward, elbows on his knees to look up into her face. "Accuse me of being a monster?"
"If you're a monster," she drawled softly. "Then so am I."
He stood up in a rush, lifting her up onto the desktop slammed her down atop it and he wedged himself between her thighs. Books, pens and other accoutrement went flying, crashing to the ground in a riot of sound.
Alera arched into him, grinding herself against is erection.
She was perfect, too perfect. Like every other instance in his life when he'd been even briefly content, he feared that at any moment it would be snatched from him. Shoving aside that fear, that doubt, Loki grabbed a handful of her fiery red curls and crushed his mouth to hers.
Hands tore at his pants. His…hers…he wasn't sure who finally freed him from his confines, but it was Alera's hand that wrapped tightly around his length and guided him inside her. Thought fled as he sheathed himself inside her. So tight. So wet. Grabbing the edges of his desk Loki slammed into her.
Her legs went around his waist, pulling him in tightly, she clung to him.
With each thrust he lost a little more of himself. Her voice egging him on as she begged him in whispered words for more, as she praised him, encouraged him. Her small nails scratched trails down his back, and across his ass.
Clenching his teeth, he fought against the orgasm rapidly tightening his spine and reached between their bodies to grind his thumb into her clit to push her over the edge.
"Look at me," he growled. Her eyes and she came, her muscles clenching tight around him.
She screamed his name.
It was too much. He came so hard his vision went black. He was lost.
He was ruined.
And there was no going back.
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A/N: Well, I hope everyone enjoys this and please forgive me for the time it took to get this out. I am in the military and just had to move across the country so that really slowed down the production of this chapter. Let me know if you enjoyed this or not? It was a bit difficult for me to write for a variety of reason and I'm a little nervous about how it turned out. Feed this starving artist with reviews/comments if you have a moment! Thank you all.