A/N:Why thank you, dearest reviewer! I hadn't intentionally planned to leave the last chapter the way i did, that is just how it sort of worked out. Lol. So glad it's going smoothly! Here is the newest chapter, no lemon just yet but a steamy little gift nonetheless. *winks* Reviews are fuel!

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I Write Sins, Not Tragedies

3.

Hesitating for a moment, Thyliase tilted her head up and the god answered without fail, leaning down to kiss her immediately. The gentle caress of his lips sent a shiver down the shifter's back, coaxing a small moan from her. Loki hated when women attempted to stifle their pleasure. He was very prideful after all, so the louder his companions were the better for his ego.

Not that he had anything to worry about, of course. He loved to please, and he was damn good at it if he said so himself. The shifter reluctantly broke the kiss, pleased that the god had answered her with fever though she couldn't help but ponder.

Loki dipped his head as dark, defiant, lust glazed eyes regarded him in question.

"Am I being punished, Loki of Asgard? Have I done something to ups-s-s-set you?" Thyliase murmured against his lips.

Loki felt the full puckers against his own curl into a smile, his own body beginning to react on its own accord.

"You have done quite a few things, actually." The god replied pointedly, breathlessly.

"Oh my, then you will have to forgive me, Loki of Asgard." Thyliase said, pressing her lips to the god's once again.

The kiss was warm, as Loki slid an arm around her trimmed waist to bring her closer to him. Her hands ghost over the curves of his muscled shoulders through his tunic, sliding into the soft mass of his dark hair. The god's tongue is hot, wet, and everywhere all at once- tasting and memorizing.

Trained lips part, trailing kisses down the smooth, copper length of her neck. He suckled here, nipped there, and even bothered to scrap his teeth over the sensitive patch of skin just where her neck branched off to her collar bones for good measure.

Loki couldn't remember the last time he'd been so thorough.

The last time he'd been so patient.

Thyliase whimpered, and her nimble fingers suddenly take a grip in the hair she had been so mindlessly combing through. Loki tears his mouth away from the now moist skin upon hearing the barely audible sound, catching the dazed look in her eyes.

"Not so brave now, are you witch?" Loki breathes a quite chuckle, his eyes boring onto the shifter intently. He tucks a tuft of wild curl behind the shell of her ear, his lips curling into a predatory smile. The god began to kiss a trail down her neck as he spoke, "Come, speak up."

"Touch me, Loki of Asgard… pleas-s-s-se touch me." Whispered Thyliase. Her hands wound between their bodies, enticing a satisfied groan from the god as the tips of her fingers lightly traced the outline of his Adonis lines.

Yes, this was much better.

"As you wish." Loki groaned as he moved down the lithe form beneath him. He knew it would be only a matter of time before the silken flesh of the shifter would be covered in sweat, his name rolling effortless of her tongue in a desperate mantra as she was impaled onto his length.

He would take his time getting there…

Or maybe he'd plunge right in and take what he claimed as his…

No… no… he'd wait.

She wasn't like the Asgardian women he'd spent his time with in the past.

There was something about Thyliase that set her apart from the others before her; there was something in her that made her special.

"Loki," Thyliase breathed. "Wait."

The god paused on his quest towards her neither region to glare down at her in question. "Yes?" He asked, impatiently.

He didn't have time for this.

"We… how do you s-s-say… have wondering eyes?"

His lips curled upward into a smirk, "I care not." Said Loki. "Let them all watch."

Dark eyes stared up at him, laced with mischief. He could honestly lose himself in the depths of the unsaid passion and lust he saw within them.

"Are you attempting to prove a point, Loki of Asgard?"

"I am," He admitted, rather matter-of-factly. "You, a Xaneomian witch, have been claimed by a prince of Asgard. And that touching you in any way I see unfit will result in an untimely demise."

Loki, after he made his intentions crystal clear, went back to his previous ministrations. He nudged her legs further apart with his shoulders with no protest, inhaling the sweet scent that was her collecting juices. Along the lining of her pelvis were silver scales that trailed quietly to her vulva. He pressed his face close, lightly licking where her leg joined her pelvic area- where she had the most scales. Thyliase gave another whimper at the sensation that sprang forth without warning. They were smooth despite their appearance against his slick muscle. The shifter gave a hiss as the god's lips brushed over her slit, slightly parting her lips to expose her clit. The bundle of nerves was taunt, glossy. Loki ran his tongue up and down, gently brushing against the sensitive nub but not quite so; her hips rising off the cot to meet the delicious friction he was creating. Her hands twisted in his dark locks, as she strained to get more of his mouth, desperate to feel more of his tongue and lips closer to her clit.

"Hmmm… Loki…" She moaned, her back arching lightly. Her breathing grew labored as she rocked her hips into his face.

Thyliase cried out as Loki's tongue slipped inside her core, thrusting in a fashion that mimicked his cock. Her back bowed almost completely as she gave a cry of his name, and Loki himself couldn't help but smirk. Her body began to tremble as she pushed her rear off the cushioned top and towards his face. But the god drew back suddenly, licking the traces of her essence from his lips as he gazed down at her. He wouldn't allow her to cum from his tongue, not something so inferior compared to other parts of him. Thyliase whined in protest at the lost feeling of him against her.

"Not yet, my pet." Loki chuckled deeply. "Not when there is so much more I want to do to you."

Thyliase hissed as she grabbed a hold of him, bringing his face back to hers in an attempt to seal their lips. "You egotis-s-stical little shit." She glared through hazed eyes. "Let me show you how we mark our men on Xaneom, Loki of Asgard."

Thyliase pushed the god back onto the cot, crawling into his lap. Loki stared at her amusedly, aiding the shifter as she went to lift the tunic he wore. Every inch of him was perfect, she noted. His pale chest heaved with excitement as he watched her eyes lower slowly, taking in the details of his build. He was lean, muscled in a way that worked for his stature and his alone. The tips of her fingers traced his outline, his pectorals, his abdominals, before settling at the elastic band of his trousers. With no warning she bit into the god's shoulder, her rather sharp incisors sinking into his soft flesh. Loki groaned in discomfort, taking a firm grip on her waist as he pulled her closer to him. She slid over the rather prominent bulge in his trousers slowly, enticing a few choice moans from the god as she released her hold on him.

"What was that for?" A primitive growl erupted in the god's chest as he narrowed his eyes in a glare. He wasn't too big on pain being given to him when he is so used to causing it.

"We Xaneomians mark what is ours, which I understand is a custom in all worlds. A small portion of my venom now courses through your veins," She pointed to the now forming mark of a serpent against his alabaster skin. "I will know if harm comes your way, you will know if anything happens to me. We are synced, in a way. Now all of the universe will know you are claimed, Loki of Asgard."

Loki allowed himself a small chuckle. "My… what a clever little witch you are," He said. There was a moment's pause. "What are you doing?" He inquired with a raised brow as the body above his shifted.

Thyliase choose it would be better to show than explain, remaining silent, as she forced him to lie upon his back. Nimble fingers peeled away the confines that were his bottoms, pleased when his cock sprang forth. Loki released a content sigh as the coolness of the cell met his heated girth, his eyes slowly closing. He was endowed, which was no surprise to the shifter. Her nose rested in the soft patch of dark curls at the base of his cock that mirrored the hair on his head. She gripped him at the base, bringing her lips to the warm, taunt skin. Loki groaned throatily as the shifter's tongue traced up the base of his cock, licking up the trail of precum that was making its way down to his balls. The tip of her tongue teased the slit of the slick head, relishing in the slight buck of his hips. Loki gasped aloud as she consumed him slowly. His fingers threaded through her curls as she began to suck him off.

Heavens…

How long has it been?

Her lips were among the first things he noticed about her. Supple, rosy in color. And now they were wrapped around his cock in the most enticing way, sending his mind blissfully afar. Her cheeks hollowed out as her head continued to bob, and for a split second their eyes locked. Among the blue there were small, but apparent hints of green. They were beautiful, just as the rest of him was. The stoic coldness he once emitted towards her was now long gone, replaced by something he hadn't felt in a long while.

A sense of want.

A sense of belonging.

For the first time he finally had something- someone- that was his and his alone. Someone whom could grow to eventually love him, and had in fact marked him in return. He still had no idea whom the witch was his mother had sent his way, and quite frankly he no longer cared. She was there; she was with him, and damnit he was determined to hold on to the small glimmer of happiness the universe granted him for as long as he could.

Loki fisted his hands into her curls tightly, holding her head in place as he began to thrust his hips upwards. Losing himself to his lust completely, his jabs lost all control as he neared his release, erratically thrusting into the warm cavern that was the shifter's mouth. With a deep, animalistic groan, Loki's hips jerked one last time before his warm seed shot forth. His vision grew white as he came down slowly from his libido high, soft lips working to slowly clean him off as his cock grew docile.

Loki released his hold on her hair, motioning to sit up after a few moments had passed. He got up quietly from the cot, making his way over to the large basin of clean water. He took hold of the washcloth, nothing but the sound of sloshing water now filled the cell.

Thyliase cut her eyes away so that the god could clean himself up in peace. Wasn't exactly how she planned on spending her first evening in a solitary box but she had no complaints. She pulled her hair over to one side to examine her right shoulder. Being a shifter didn't come easy, nor without wear on certain parts of the body. She often hated shifting from one form to the next, and as she rolled her sore shoulder it became all the more apparent why.

"It doesn't hurt too badly?"

Thyliase turned her head to find Loki watching her intently, his gaze shifting between her face and the rather dark bruise that stretched from her shoulder blade towards her back. His face had returned to the stoic façade he prided himself on, but he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes.

"Not at all." Not a complete lie. Nothing would hurt more than her first few shifts. "It would be a lot worse if I was younger. We Xaneomians have a strict set of rules we must live by. One of which being we must reach a certain age before we are allowed to shift. For if we don't, the damage done could be irreversible."

"If it is so painful, then why shift?" Inquired the god, blandly.

Thyliase answered with a bashful smile, "Shifting gives us an entirely different view of the world, literally. It will always come with some form of discomfort, mine is the blades of the shoulders. My sister has pain within her joints, it's different for all of us. Shifting is our rift between that is reality, the present, and our past. We are able to see just how much our kind has evolved over the passing years. It is was what sets us apart from other beings."