This chapter corresponds to "Sophie of Midgard" Chapter 35.

Once Loki's lips met hers, Sophie melted. She leaned back onto the blanket slowly until she lay propped up on her elbows, Loki followed her, never breaking the kiss. Before too long he moved his mouth to her neck, which made her shiver with desire despite the heat of the summer air around them. While she wished for him to continue kissing her neck, Loki slowly made his way downwards instead. Impatiently, he pulled off her clothing and tossed it to one side. For an instant, Sophie glanced around, anxious that someone would spot them in plain daylight on this beach. But there was no one around. At least, no one that could be seen. As soon as she felt his mouth on her there, every thought vanished from her head.

Gasping at the sudden, glorious sensation, Sophie lay flat on her back on the towel, the only thing separating her from the sand. Her back arched and her head tilted far back as she whimpered with the pleasure Loki's tongue delivered. She felt, more than heard, the low chuckle that started in his chest and reverberated outward. This feeling...whatever he was doing...it was indescribable. Her head turned from side to side rapidly as she fought the rising tide of pleasure in her. It was impossible to resist. He just – the very tip of his tongue barely touched her at one point, it was the tiniest flick against her swollen clit, and it made her scream with bliss. Still, he didn't stop.

Instead, that only seemed to encourage him. Loki slid his arms under her and grabbed handfuls of her ass, pulling her closer to him and keeping her still. It was only then that she realized she had been wiggling her hips, thrashing around. She still bucked desperately against his mouth, but he kept her firmly in place, holding her still, for the most part. Distantly, she realized she had grabbed a fistful of his hair near his scalp and she was clenching it in her hand for dear life, but he didn't appear to mind, so she didn't let go.

Sophie bit her lower lip to stifle the sounds she was surely making, but she doubted it did any good. Her legs came together, her ankles locking together behind his head, trapping him between her thighs. Yet he seemed to be rather content there. She groaned in a mixture of frustration and determination as she ground herself against his mouth. She was so close...and then he latched onto her clit and sucked, his tongue flicking against her rapidly. That did it. She didn't care who heard her when she screamed this time. Her body locked up as it always did when she orgasmed, and she only relaxed once it was over. She stared at the sky, dazed with post climax fog brain.

"Damn," she murmured, "Gives a whole new meaning to 'silver-tongue', doesn't it?"

Loki chuckled.

"Now you know the duality of the appellation," he drawled, smirking, "I'm going to have to do that again soon. Not only do I like to hear the sounds you make, but I enjoy the sweet taste of you."

"Oh, please. I do not taste 'sweet'."

"Not at first. The deeper I delve though...yes. And I am ravenous for more. But perhaps you merely need evidence, so that you may judge for yourself."

Sophie was already starting to sit up as he spoke, intent on seeking out his pleasure next. He met her with a kiss, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Sophie made thoughtful sounds as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She was loathe to admit it, but perhaps he had a point. Loki stood suddenly, hoisting her up with him so that their lips didn't part for long. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he held her up with his hands under her ass as he walked, carrying her into the ocean. The sudden coolness of the water meeting her skin made her gasp. That was when she realized he too was naked. When did that happen?

This is why he's dangerous, Sophie thought to herself, He gets me so entangled in pleasure, in him, that I can't think of anything else. Yet if he means to drown me...at least I'll die happy.

She gasped as she felt him push inside her. He was half standing, legs spread wide in the chest deep water. Sophie sat facing him, her legs supported by his thighs. And this! This way, in the water, what was it that made the fit feel so much tighter?

How has he not fallen over yet?

The thought was in the back of her mind. She was simultaneously amazed and unimpressed at this miraculous feat of his. Did it truly matter, after all? As long as he didn't stop, that was all she cared about in this moment. She could inquire about the logistics later. She moaned in pleasure as she moved her hips with him, eager for more delicious friction. Her nails dug into his back, tearing red stripes down his flesh. Loki snarled at the pain and pounded her harder. Sophie bit his neck harshly in retaliation, elated at the primal, ferocious turn this had taken. She felt his hands squeeze her ass hard, gripping her almost savagely. She was sure to be bruised later. She hoped.

"Yes," Sophie whispered in Loki's ear, hoping to encourage him to be even more brutal, "Mark me, drive into me, fuck me, Loki."

If she was any judge, her words had the intended effect. Only moments after the intensity of his thrusts increased, they both cried out. Sophie clung to him, shivering, as her second orgasm slowly subsided. Smiling wryly, she turned her face into his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Her second, in the same session. Neither of her previous partners were successful enough to make her climax once, never mind twice in one sexual encounter. Neither of them made her mind to blank with pleasure, either. Her smile faded, however, when she noticed the angry red mark on his neck that was already darkening.

"Oops."

She kissed the forming bruise, as if that would help anything. Or perhaps as an apology, as close as she would get to expressing one, anyway.

"I love how my kitten turns into a puma during sex," Loki murmured.

Sophie buried her face in the crook of his shoulder.

"Shut up," she muttered, unable to put the proper spirit into it at the moment.

Loki chuckled and carried her out of the water. It was time to return to the palace.