This chapter corresponds to chapter 33 of "Sophie of Midgard".

Sophie's back hit the soft mattress, her hands still clutching Loki tight, her legs refusing to relinquish their hold on his body. Loki's lips moved from her lips to her neck. Sighing, Sophie leaned her head back and shivered with desire at the new sensation. She really loved it when he did this. His mouth felt hot against her skin, burning a trail down her neck to her décolletage. When he encountered the fabric of her dressing gown, Loki undid the tie at her waist impatiently and pulled her up against his body, flinging the offending garment to one side with his free hand. He was pleased to discover she was naked underneath. While he had her there, he kissed her, simultaneously feeling the soft skin of her back with the tips of his fingers.

The feather light touch sent a shiver down Sophie's spine, and she arched her back. This lifted her behind off the mattress just enough for Loki to slip a hand under her and squeeze her ass. Sophie suddenly found herself on her stomach, bent over the edge of her bed. The transition was so quick, it actually made her head spin. She glanced behind her and found Loki was lowering his pants just enough to free his dick. With the light of the fire behind him, much of his features were cast into shadow. The exception was his eyes. They glittered with wicked intent as he pumped his cock with one hand, the fingers of his other hand gliding over her entrance.

"You get wet so quickly," Loki smirked.

"Shut up and fuck me," Sophie responded.

His grin only grew wider.

"Gladly."

Sophie moaned as he entered her swiftly. His thrusts were rough and fast, almost demanding, and she embraced every second of it. Doggy style always was her favorite sex position. At first, he kept a handful of her hair in his fist as he hammered her mercilessly, forcing her head back, which made her back arch, that in turn lifted her ass ever so slightly, allowing him a more favorable angle and enhanced friction. Sophie soon found herself on the tips of her toes as he drove into her, her legs spread wide to accommodate him. Heart pounding, she clutched the blankets desperately in her fists, exhilarated to resign herself to take every inch of his cock that he gave her.

"Please..." Sophie realized she was whimpering, "Yes..."

Loki groaned, gripping her hips tightly in his hands, slamming her back onto his cock as he fucked her tight, wet heat. Biting her lower lip, Sophie moved eagerly with him, so that he didn't even have to control her movements – she was thrusting back towards him all on her own.

"That's it, kitten," Loki said, his usually smooth voice gone rough, "Arch your back, move your hips, moan as you impale yourself on my cock. Yes...just like that..."

He groaned and leaned his head back, closing his eyes to fully appreciate the feel of her sliding back and forth on him. Sophie glanced back at him over her shoulder, and the sight of him in that moment was nearly enough to make her find release. Loki opened his eyes when he felt her remove herself completely from his dick. She was standing and turning to face him, placing her hands on his shoulders as she turned them. Loki gazed at her, amused, as he found he was the one on his back with Sophie kneeling astride him. He sat up suddenly and rolled, putting her back against the soft mattress instead. Sophie's mouth made a thin, determined line, she hooked her legs around him and rolled them over again, coming up on top. She grabbed his hands and pinned them against the mattress, looking down at him sternly.

"I will fight you for the upper position if I have to," Sophie insisted.

Loki grinned, showing too many teeth for it to be friendly. In an instant, he was on top again.

"Don't make me restrain you," he threatened.

"Go ahead," Sophie retorted, her eyes spitting fire, "Though you'll have to find something stronger than rope, if you recall Samhain."

The likelihood of him forgetting the time she cursed at him in Shiväialkei while she beat him with a pillow and forced him from her bedchamber was practically non existent. He paused and looked at her thoughtfully as he considered the suggestion.

"Would you truly allow me to do so?" he asked.

"Yes," Sophie breathed, her hazel eyes clouded with desire, "Do it. I want you to."

For an instant, he contemplated her request. Then he conjured chains, and yet she still didn't flinch. In fact, she moved into the position he dictated quite willingly, the metal shackles cool against her heated skin. Loki fought to appear calm, but the truth of the matter was that while he was erect before, his arousal with this newest development caused him to be almost painfully hard. Now unable to close her legs or touch him, Sophie pulled against the restraints and was delighted to discover that she couldn't get out of them. She made a mental note to ask what kind of metal this was later as he resumed fucking her, this time with even more ferocity, which was something she hadn't thought possible. She encouraged him with gasps and moans, begging him with her eyes to keep going. With a slight growl, Loki wrapped a hand around her throat, his eyes boring into hers. Sophie didn't flinch or cringe. She held his gaze with hers, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Loki got the message clearly, though he didn't have to have her speak to them through their mental link.

Yes.

Her trust in him drove him over the edge, and watching him lose himself in ecstasy was what sent her tumbling after him. He knew what he was doing, how to squeeze the sides of her neck and not the front, not too hard, just light enough to deprive her of air as he fucked her through her orgasm. Loki enjoyed the way the chains snapped taut as her body went rigid while she climaxed, he almost imagined he could hear her wordless cry of pleasure that surely would have actually reached his ears should she had breath to voice it, if the way her mouth gaped was an indication. When she went limp, collapsing onto the bed, Loki ensured the chains vanished back to where he'd conjured them from. Smiling, he relaxed beside her, pulling her against him and kissing her temple as he did so. In the aftermath of such intimacy, such intensity, there was only one thought in their minds.

Wow.

That soon gave way to more complex thoughts, however.

"In case you hadn't noticed, I am very, very into bondage," Sophie whispered.

Loki chuckled.

"I might have picked up on that," he smirked.

"Would you do other things along that line? Such as...spank me?"

Loki grinned, his eyes shining with wicked delight.

"I'd be glad to. But there's more, isn't there?"

"A bit. I... I want to explore a few things with you."

"I'm certainly open to exploring the depths of mutual desire."

Sophie smiled. She thought he might be... They talked late into the night about how this arrangement would work between them. They were both eager to get into it, but it would have to wait for another time. It was late, and they needed to sleep, as they each had their own worlds to rule over in the morning.