Part 3
'like you never had wings'

A sea of cyan eyes stared through her.

SHIELD slaves scurried about the derelict catacombs in a flurry of activity, carrying crates and cases and cables around a metal structure glowing in a nest of jerry-rigged tech. Ants, she thought.

A steel grip snared Sigyn's elbow.

Loki wasted no time in tugging his companion down a dilapidated passageway. Sigyn was steered through a door that opened onto a decrepit room lit by a brass candelabra, otherwise bare save for a kingly bed dressed in forest green sheets and draped in furs. She licked her lips.

Her bloodthirst now slaked, other appetites were reawakening more rapidly even than usual - fuelled on the fumes of what she knew were Loki's long-neglected needs. By the time she set eyes on the bed, her heart pounded at the prospect of the thrilling match her new mate would make in the wrestle to be the last to lose control.

Until the moment the door thudded shut, when the Asgardian swung Sigyn by the arm and hauled her against a wall that crumbled dust down over them, backing her up with a hand collared at her throat.

The tip of the Scepter pierced the vampire's larcenous heart and flashed with Loki's will - instantly draining the tension from her tendons and the shock from her features as her eyes glazed over with cobalt cataracts, limbs going limp and leaving her hanging marionette-like in his grip.

'What do you want?' Loki growled out,stare boring suspiciously down into hers from where he towered over her.

In that instant the entirety of Sigyn's world constricted into one captivating thing: the word of the sorcerer holding the Scepter. Everything was about him and for him to the exclusion of all else. The simplicity of this existence muted the maelstrom of their memories in her mind to a blank peace she found herself having no wish to fight.

Her concerns about the Scepter were insignificant. This was freedom.

'You,' she gave, gazing up at him in the kind of thrall she'd only ever hypnotised from her mortal victims. A fog had fallen over every one of Sigyn's senses, blinding and deafening her to any notion of resistance to his command - her allegiance stripped bare of any agenda of her own that might deviate from Loki's.

'What about me?' he pressed shrewdly, still glaring with distrust.

Truths tumbled from her entranced lips. 'Your blood.'

'And?'

'Your power.'

'What else?'

Sigyn's eyes smoldered through their glacial veil. 'Your heart -'

Loki scoffed a derisive sneer, only for his jaw to slacken at a creak of leather on leather when she shifted beneath him, and he glanced down at the restless movement of her thighs rubbing together.

Only her raw desire for him was left intact. She was melting in his grasp, suspense searing down her spine uninhibited. His potent blood had poured into her every cell, plumping her lips, swelling her folds and soaking the lace between her legs.

'Your cock,' admitted the reverent revenant.

Had he stolen her breath or her his?

Loki's eyes crept back up to Sigyn's, dilating with feral lust.

So long. It had been so long since he'd known the slick grip of a woman. Since he could remember pleasure - a phantom sense he could scarcely recall the sight nor sound nor taste of. He was certain this peculiar creature's anatomy could accommodate him suitably. Now he would find out.

The Scepter hummed ominously between them then, as if in warning - staying his hand at his impulse to unleash the vampire from its possession.

Because … her faithfulness was still unproven. She might be honest in her affections, but she was certainly mistaken in them. And he couldn't afford her change of heart when her loyalty was tested. Just like everyone who claimed to love him only to cast him off, a higher wisdom whispered. No ally could be trusted. No trust could be risked.

The vampire's thieving pulse thrummed under his thumb; her pale cheeks flush with his stolen blood. He recalled her condescending comments, her cavalier violation of his mind - and whitehot ferocity flared through his muscles. She deserved to pay for her arrogance.

Loki slowly lowered the Scepter, trailing the tip in a single cold line between his captive's cleavage and down her sternum, hooking on her waistband like a silver talon that sent a frisson of excitement straight to her core. His eyes were eerily luminous now, gleaming in the candlelight like starlit ice. His voice was frosted gravel.

'Show me.'

The staff was thrown down and the hand at her throat shoved Sigyn to her knees.

'Your turn.'

She landed hard between his boots, choking on a gasp as long fingers twisted into a fistful of her hair, bringing her face to face with the bulge stretching his breeches.

'Prove just how much that greedy little mouth can take,' Loki goaded, sinuous fingers nimbly unlacing his fastenings. The leather unfolded, loosing his thickening length.

This wasn't what she bargained for.

The thought sank into silence as swiftly as it surfaced and Sigyn found her traitorous hands sliding obediently up his maille-scaled thighs to clasp his manhood. As too did a distant realisation that this wasn't the Prince from the memories she drank - her question drowned under a molten wave of lust evoked by his slack-jawed sigh at her touch that servitude had never before conjured in her.

Sigyn took what she wanted when she wanted it. Always the predator, never the prey. Her sire's bite was the first and last time she had ever been held down by a man. By now she would've climbed her quarry and ripped off his clothes, flipped him on his back and ridden him to her own release. But now the only pleasure she sought was her King's worship.

His sac was swollen taut, painfully plump under the pad of her thumb. It must have been pitifully long since he'd had relief. When his prick had surged to a succulent spear in her stroking fingers, a slow tug at her scalp lifted her lips to his cockhead.

This wasn't what she -

Without hesitation Sigyn clasped his hipbone and ducked to lick along the shaft, delicately at first and gradually flattening her tongue to broader sweeps as she went until his breath shivered from him in shallow pants from above. She took her time tracing over every ridge and vein she found, venerating each imperial inch.

Loki did not tolerate her teasing pace for long before he shook her by the hair and gruffly commanded, 'Suck.'

This wasn't -

When she obeyed, savouringly suckling the head into her mouth, gliding her lips over his frenum, Loki released a gasp and braced himself on a hand pushed into the wall. The fist in her hair pulled impatiently, sliding his cock further down her tongue, stuffing himself deeper until her jaw was stretched full and she coughed out an awed whimper through her nose.

Sigyn tightened her hold and stirred him with swirls of her tongue. Foreign curses hissed between his gritted teeth that cracked into strained moans as she sucked over his length, so pained with pleasure that her quim ached with empty envy and she clenched her thighs together, trying to relieve an edge off the throbbing tension.

Carefully though she worked, at another insistent yank on her hair from Loki she slipped, and an errant fang scraped his tender skin.

Sigyn winced still at her mistake, only for him to give an intrigued growl and purr low in his throat down at her.

'Let me feel those teeth, kitten.'

This was what she was for.

She complied, treating him to little nicks and scratches while she worked him until the taste of salty dew leaked onto the back of her tongue.

The moment she felt him throb in her throat, Loki abruptly wrenched her off his cock.

Sigyn was hoisted to her feet and knocked back against the wall as he rent open her corset in one rip. Her breasts fell heavily into his groping hands and he measured their weight, rolling one nipple to a peak between the pluck of a thumb and forefinger - before they roved down her waist and into the back of her pants, clawing the leather down her hips and knees until she was stripped bare, thong torn off, her boots vanishing in a blink of lime light.

The temperature in the room might have been numbing for all she knew, but she barely felt the air for the torrent of heat in her veins and the arousal radiating off her skin.

Loki spun her around under an appraising stare, emitting an approving hum as he pet her ass, kneading a supple globe of flesh while he kept hold of her shoulder. When a pair of long fingers delved between her cheeks and probed the pool of slick awaiting him, a gasp burst from Sigyn's lips at the contact and he breathed a dark chuckle.

'You want to be my Queen?' Loki taunted and dragged her across the room, where she was flung onto the mattress. 'This is all the use I have for a Queen -'

Sigyn rolled back onto the furs as he followed her down, prowling up her pliant body and kneeing her thighs apart.

'A bitch to breed my heirs.'

His fine, cruel mouth callously bypassed hers to descend on her neck, biting vengefully into her flesh until she squealed - releasing just before the skin broke. Tongue replaced teeth, soothing over the grazed flesh as he tasted his new toy, and the shot of pleasure chasing the pain was so sweet Sigyn writhed under the delicious weight of his iron frame, grinding hungrily after the pressure of his hips between her thighs.

She dutifully reached into his coat in search of fastenings, but he smacked her hands away and wrapped one of his own around her wrists, pinning them over her head.

'Did you think us equals?' he continued to mock, his lecherous gaze not straying from her body as he bent his head to lap over the swell of her breast; she sighed and squirmed in assent. 'You're of no more value to me than a pet, Midgardian, trained to perform any trick of my choosing. No matter your pedigree.'

Leather croaked, the scaly texture buffing her bare skin, punctuated by the chill kiss of metal accents, the long overcoat cloaking Sigyn in the heady musk of his scent. The Prince slinked over her with sinuous, serpentine power as he greedily pawed and pinched and licked and sucked over every inch of her fresh flesh like she was a thing to be devoured; hands cool and grasping as they studied the shape of her, painting a bright flush onto her skin.

She arched when agile fingers plunged between her aching lips, mewling at the relief of finally being filled with something. He stoked her heat with deft strokes, testing her responsiveness, readying her cunt for him until she was gasping and grasping for something bigger but he denied her, thumb relentlessly playing her pearl until she shook and sobbed out her shuddering release. She could move only to cant her hips for more, riding his fingers until they came away webbed with glistening strings of her wetness that he brought down and smeared over his cockhead.

Before her last spasms even began to fade, Sigyn was flipped prone and mounted, a heavy hand arching the small of her back and another spreading her cheeks apart.

When the blunt tip of his prick dragged through her quivering slit, her face sank into the furs, smothering a moan, having needed nothing more than this in her three hundred years of life, before she knew she needed it. He gripped her hip tighter and nudged into her slick little sleeve with questing pumps, sharp breaths rasping out into a long sigh of relief at the tight, smooth slide into her yielding sheath.

Loki caught his breath long enough to lean over and nuzzle into her neck. 'I've so much seed saved up for you, my thirsty creature,' he slurred slyly, nipping at her earlobe, biting over her shoulder. 'I'm going to butter that cunt so thickly you won't remember a man before me.'

Sigyn heard herself beg in a simpering whisper. 'Make me yours -'

At that Loki grabbed her hips and dragged her back onto her knees. The fetter on her will had utterly dulled her mind, leaving her mindlessly mesmerised by his majesty while she was pushed and pulled this way and that, Loki positioning her as he pleased like a rag doll. He found the right angle of fit and was soon stroking himself off in her lush clutch, ramming her harder back onto him with every grunting thrust. He took his pleasure like a man possessed, pistoning arms pumping his consort's sleeve over his length by fistfuls of her ass in time with his ragged ruts.

Her body betrayed her in every heartbeat, damned her with every heatwave, tightening that coil at her core with every minute he used her. This was for every time she'd pushed, wanting to be shoved. Every time she scratched just to be bit back. Every man she'd savaged until the day she was ravaged.

Ecstasy crested, broke, and crashed over Sigyn in rippling waves and she was keening into the sheets when Loki swore under his breath with an agonised fury she didn't understand and jerked his cock from her still seizing quim.

Sigyn sooked at the sudden loss, her needy whine wilting to a whimper when he dealt a string of open-handed strikes across her ass that shook her cheeks.

He pushed her back down with a growl and stabbed his shaft back into her silken depths with a squelch of flesh, driving a wanton cry from her throat. That thwarted need began to build yet again and Loki worked them both to the edge once more, his snarls becoming more savage until the hell of holding back burned worse than the heaven he feared.

Sigyn was wrecked with a third rapture, her vision blurring with blinding bliss - and this time, her wail was answered by a guttural howl as at last Loki relented. He sank deep, a hot burst of cream coating her insides. Skin slapped as his bruising grip on her hip slammed her over him, until her thirsty sleeve had slurped every spurt of seed he had to spare.

Sigyn slumped, her sweat soaked skin slipping from his grasp into a boneless stretch of limbs. Their flesh came apart with a soft suck, releasing a warm rush down her thighs. Loki buckled over her, his hands landing alongside hers to brace against the furs.

She could feel him quaking through the blankets now, head hung low, still panting; hoarse heaves of breath gusting across her back and wafting wild strands of his hair that spilled onto her shoulder.

When his breath started to shake, Sigyn frowned. Had she not pleased her master?

When his breath dampened with sniffles, borrowed memory bled into her heart.

Pain so prolonged it had estranged him to pleasure. Made it just as unbearable.

She gently curled her pinky finger over his thumb.

Almost immediately, as though it scalded him, Loki wrested his hand from her touch.

The dip of his weight in the mattress sprang back up and within moments he had adjusted his armour and strode out the door in a whirl of leather, leaving her dazed and dripping with cream that didn't stop coming.

Hours later Sigyn would startle to the sputtered puff of candles extinguishing, plunging her in darkness. She rolled from the wall to face the door and a shimmer of green dazzled her eyes for a moment, scoring stars on her sight.

Then a long expanse of pressure crawled in behind her. The figure reclined heavily against the pillows, sinking into a leaden repose with the deadweight drop of a man succumbing to crushing fatigue.

Minutes ticked by before he moved, rolling to his side. An arm - bare, sinewy - hooked under her waist and curled, vicelike, bringing her back against a chest ridged with muscle rather than metal. Lean, nude legs locked through hers. His skin was smooth and cool as marble, molding to hers with a kind of binding conductivity that stoked and soothed in equal measure. A deep exhalation ghosted through her hair.

Sigyn blinked into the black. He didn't think she was awake. Didn't know she didn't sleep.

Didn't know she wasn't fertile.