When Loki woke up, it was because he heard knocking at his chamber doors. He got up immediately, still sleepy, and pulled the doors open a bit to find one of his chambermaids. This was the young one he'd dreamt about before.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. You've merely slept later than usu—" the young lady's eyes widened as Loki rubbed his, not yet fully cognizant.
"Is there a problem?" Loki asked, finally up, folding his arms across his bare chest. He looked down where the maid was staring with wide, shocked eyes.
"Oh," he said almost carelessly. The girl stopped staring and turned so that her back was to him.
"I—I'm sorry—I shouldn't be here—I shouldn't have knocked," she said, starting to walk away slowly. Loki grabbed her shoulder, earning an unsuspecting gasp from the maid, who turned her head slightly to the side as if to look, before swiftly turning her head back in front of her where she couldn't see Loki.
"Uhm…I'll just be a few moments. Wait here and you can tidy up once I leave," Loki explained, feeling a smile begin to creep across his lips. She had seen him completely, and he knew it. He began to feel a haughty confidence, reminiscing the look of shock on the chambermaid's face. Loki laughed pleasantly to himself as he walked into the bathroom to get ready for the day. When he finally left his room, he found the maid leaning against the wall in the corridor. Loki grinned and she blushed, avoiding eye contact. Loki flourished towards his open doors, beckoning the young maid into his room. Before she made it past him. Loki held her wrist; he wanted to get a better look at her. She still avoided eye contact until he began to speak.
"What is your name? Forgive me, I am not well acquainted with the young laymen," he said, feeling his arrogance swell. She began to stutter a little bit. She had big, deep blue eyes and a slight curl to her hip-length auburn hair. Her nervousness aroused Loki in some strange way. He started to believe it would not have been difficult to seduce her into his chambers after hours.
"Odette," she finally said sheepishly.
"Hmm, Odette," he said, thinking about all the things he might try to do with her. She smiled nervously. Loki grinned and then let her go and walked off.
He was summoned to have an early lunch with his mother, who he'd known would speak to him about yesterday's events, his absence from the festival. Loki sighed, pushing his empty plate away from him after explaining what had happened. Frigga smiled at Loki. He was hoping she wouldn't ask him any questions about Samaire, whether he liked her, whether he thought that she was beautiful.
"You must excuse me, mother, I apologize for being so abrupt, but there are some things I would like to attend to," he said. Before Frigga could ask Loki a serious question about Samaire, he left the table and started for the library. As he opened the door and closed it behind him, he started to wonder how he might meet with Samaire again. He shook his head discontentedly at the idea of having to inquire about her via Sif, but he knew not where she lived or whether she'd come back on her own accord. Loki paused, making his way to the table where he kept a number of books which he would constantly refer to. He thought a moment, then flicked through the pages until he came across the one concerning illusions. He'd successfully managed to project himself on his fifth try at this spell, but he had yet to figure out how to animate his illusions so that they might talk back. Thinking about this, Loki wondered if it might be possible to manipulate one such that it looked just like Samaire. And then he felt very excited; he could practice talking to her and interacting, just as he had the previous day. And then his mind wandered and he wondered if it might be possible to do more than this with an illusion, but almost as soon as he'd thought of it, he was reminded that illusions were not tangible fabrications; his hands would have merely slipped through her. Loki sighed and just as he was about to attempt to conjure Samaire, there was a knock on the door. He looked over, his heart skipping a beat. Nobody ever bothered Loki here most of the time, unless Odin, Frigga, or Thor wished to speak to him. Thinking it was just Thor, Loki continued to flip through the pages of his book, sitting atop the table.
"Come in," he said disinterestedly.
"Can't just follow me all day, cousin," he heard Sif in midsentence. Loki looked up and was surprised to see that Sif was being closely followed by Samaire. Sif was clutching her stain-free gown. Loki hid his disappointed look when he remembered that he hadn't gotten the chance to destroy it. Samaire stepped from between Thor and Sif and started towards Loki. She was smiling, and Loki felt the urge to smile, yet refrained from showing too much teeth. He didn't want her to understand, just yet, how enamored with her he was. He put the book down slowly.
"What are you going to do today? I was hoping I might be able to take a closer look at some of the volumes you have here," Samaire explained. Loki stood up off of the table.
"You have a guest, Loki," said Thor with this annoying smirk that Loki wanted to slap off his face.
"I noticed," he said sarcastically. Loki was further surprised when Sif approached him and clasped his free hand.
"Thank you for having this cleaned. I really appreciate it," she said with a small smile. Loki merely blinked at her as she turned and started out of the library. Thor gave Loki a look and a wink, and shortly followed after her. Loki was pleased to finally be alone with Samaire, who was still looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"Of course. You may read as many as you like," said Loki with a smile.
"What brings you here?" he asked.
"…Well, the books," said Samaire, laughing again.
"Oh, yes. You said that," Loki said, feeling stupid again. Samaire's purple gown was rather alluring. Loki felt his eyes trailing after her as she approached the shelves. He longed to embrace her, but kept his distance as she walked about.
"Is there anything in particular you'd like to see?" Loki asked, holding both hands behind his back tightly. She made him feel nervous, but in a very good way. Samaire stopped. She leant back against the shelf and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.
"I just needed to get away from everybody," she said. Loki admired her lush lips as she spoke, those sweet honey words dripping from her mouth.
"Sif is a bit older than me. She's very…protective, I guess you could say," Samaire added, finally opening her eyes again.
"Really? She sounded rather irritated with you when you walked in," Loki said.
"I asked to come back here. She didn't seem too keen about the idea. I'm not sure why," she said, narrowing her eyes a bit. Samaire inspected Loki curiously. He felt his cheeks blaze a bit.
"I'm surprised she let me come along. She never leaves me out of sight. Especially with men. If you weren't Thor's brother, she probably would have stayed," Samaire explained before sighing and looking a little red in the face herself.
"Forgive me if I sound brash. I have a tendency to—"
"Say what's on your mind," said Loki, finishing her sentence. Samaire nodded. She took a few steps towards him and he realized that she was close enough so that if he'd reached out, he could have held onto her. She pressed a hand to Loki's cheek, something he was sort of surprised by.
"Will you show me the flowers again, from the books, like you did yesterday?" she asked. Loki nodded and stepped around her somewhat oddly. He found the book and brought it over to the table where he sat on the top of it. Samaire leant back against the table right beside Loki. She was close enough that her arm was touching his. If he didn't know any better, he'd have thought she was flirting with him.
"Can you still conjure them?" Samaire asked, pointing to a picture on the page Loki had stopped on. He glanced at her to find that she was looking directly at him. He waved his hand over the page and the flower appeared there. Samaire laughed, picked it up, and put it in her hair.
"It suits you," Loki said kindly.
"Do these," she said excitedly as Loki turned the page. He soon found himself putting on a magic show for the girl. She would add the flowers to her hair, beginning to weave a wreath. When she stopped asking Loki to continue, he stopped, marveling at her as she sat up on top of the table.
"Others have said that to perform magic like this…is quite feminine, but even I am not capable of such mastery," said Samaire. Loki felt confident again.
"It's not that difficult," he said. "That's small stuff," he said. "…But I could teach you, if you'd like."
"Would you?" Samaire asked with wide eyes, hopping down off the table and looking up at Loki excitedly. She had so much energy, and her mood seemed to rub off on him. Loki hadn't felt this…happy in a long time.
"Well, all you have to do is picture what you want to see and concentrate," he said, pointing to the last flower he'd conjured. Samaire took the book from him and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled it, Loki leant forward so that he was inches away from her face, inhaling it. She smelled so good. She was kind to him. She seemed interested enough, yet Loki was still afraid to get too close. He quickly backed away again. Samaire opened her eyes at last to find nothing. She tried again, but when she realized nothing was happening, she grew discouraged.
"It's alright," Loki explained gently, hoping to comfort her, "It took me a few tries the first time. It gets easier with practice."
Samaire smiled, to Loki's relief.
"You must be right, Loki."
When she said his name, his heart jumped. He hadn't felt anything quite like it before. He liked it.
"May I see the garden again?" Samaire asked, turning her head. But she started going towards the archway leading to the indoor garden before Loki could properly answer. He followed her out there and watched her touch the petals of various flowers, sniff them, sneeze. He leant in the archway. He thought he might have a bit of fun with her and conjured up a change in the weather. Snowflakes began fall. After nearly half a minute, Samaire noticed the flakes. She turned around slowly to see Loki, letting out her hands to feel the real coldness. She smiled and laughed. Loki grinned, having impressed her yet again. A flower fell from the wreath she had fashioned in her hair. Loki had never seen a more beautiful sight. He stepped towards Samaire, who had opened her mouth to catch the snow, closed her eyes. There was something so innocent about her. Loki felt the need to touch her. It was beginning to drive him mad. He grabbed Samaire's waist when she had spun so that she was facing him. She gasped, and opened her eyes, looking to find Loki staring down at her. He wanted to kiss her badly, to run his fingers through her hair. He began to feel furious with his desire. He loosened his grip on Samaire's waist when he saw her eyes travel there and stare at his hands. He felt so reluctant, but let go of her entirely.
"I—I'm sorry. I thought you might fall," Loki said, quickly making up an excuse. Samaire readjusted the hair that had fallen into her face from spinning about.
"So kind," she said, looking up at Loki. He grinned, wishing she'd touch his face again…
Samaire had asked Loki again to help her learn to conjure, and he gladly spent the day trying to help her. The best that she managed were a few snowflakes, and after about three hours of reading and practising with Loki, she grew tired. Yawning, she stretched and made her way to a couch that was heavily and beautifully embroidered, taking the book with her. She reclined slowly, Loki watching her from where he stood.
"If you tire, you must be hungry. Should we go to eat now?" he asked honestly.
Samaire shook her head, "I wish to read a few more pages, if it does not bother you for me to stay," she said.
"No, of course not," Loki admitted. She had no idea how badly Loki wished to disrobe her. He felt such barbaric urges and mentally reprimanded himself, yet at the same time honestly admired her whims. She did not appear uneasy around him, except when he had grabbed her waist. He wondered desperately what was going through her head when he did such a thing. Loki sat and read silently for a few minutes. He stopped when he heard something drop on the floor. He looked up to find the book there. Samaire had drifted into a slumber. Hesitantly, Loki stood. He didn't want to intrude, but his urgency and curiosity for her body begged him to venture. He neared her, silently, stealthily, until he was standing over her where she lay reclined on the couch. Her sandals had fallen off on the floor. Slowly, Loki knelt and straightened them so that they were side by side, awaiting her delicate feet. Where he was stooping, he could see her feet, the legs somewhat exposed from under her dress. Loki nearly cried for want to touch her. The tension building up was maddening! He hatched an idea in his head, wondering if perhaps he might simply ask to touch her…but she was asleep before him. He said her name gently, but she did not stir. Loki knelt so that he was standing up on his knees. He said Samaire's name again but she merely breathed on in her slumber. Loki wondered how deeply she slept. He wondered if he might touch Samaire without waking her. He made a desperate low moaning in his throat. All he wanted to do was venture between those delicate thighs. Loki wanted Samaire's reactions to this, to see her face beneath him with ecstasy. Slowly, he reached for her ankle, pausing just an inch away from it. And then carefully, he touched her. The skin was hot. He looked to her face to find that she was still sleeping. He gently pulled his hand up her leg, pausing momentarily when he made it to the hem of her dress. He thought he should stop there, but as she slept on, he could not fight the urge to see a little bit more, particularly if she would never have allowed him to touch her in this manner while fully conscious of it. Loki lifted the dress slowly, his heart racing, determined to see that which was hidden away from his eyes. He tore his eyes away from her flesh and kept them on her quiet face as he slowly lifted the gown. She stayed sleeping and Loki looked back down to find what he had not expected; she wore absolutely nothing underneath. He had inquired about women before and knew the sex differences, but it was the first time he'd seen anything in front of him. He took in the sight of her. The skin between her legs looked so lush and soft, inviting. There was hair slightly hiding what he knew lay between those legs… She did not at all stir and for a moment Loki wondered how far he could get before she woke. He knew he must stop, as he had already deliberately violated her privacy. Even more slowly than as he had done while lifting the dress, he began to pull it back down over her legs, but paused. He looked up at Samaire's face again, and then boldly he pressed his lips gently on her thigh, inhaling the same sweet scent he'd smelled when she laughed. He smoothed out the dress quietly, leaving her seemingly untouched. Loki sunk back on his knees and looked down to find that he was extremely aroused. He sighed, imagining himself standing and taking Samaire right there on that couch, as roughly or as gently as he desired, the girl unaware in her sleep all the while. But he knew if he tried to go that far, she would no doubt wake. Loki pressed his hands firmly against his erection beneath his pants, straining not to undo the button and pleasure himself. He tried to will it away, but the urge only became stronger when his hands pressed there. He desired to know what it felt like inside of Samaire, whether he'd feel the same pressure engulf his length as he did when he'd relieve himself most nights. Would she produce the same secretions he knew had already begun to soak his pants? There was a knock at the doors and Loki stood bolt upright, taking the book Samaire had dropped with him. She slowly stirred and sat up, for a moment looking dazed as if she didn't know where she was.
"Come in," he said, turning away from Samaire and walking towards the door.
"It is dinner time, Loki. Your brother and company request of you," explained a servant whom Loki had not heard coming. He'd been too infatuated with touching Samaire as she slept. Loki turned to find Samaire coming after him.
"We must have lost track of time," she grinned.
"Must have," Loki echoed.
Loki almost feared that Sif and Thor knew his thoughts, and so he tried to keep his eyes away from Samaire as they all dined.
"Thank you again for my gown," Sif said, pausing with a glass of wine at her lips. Loki snapped out of his thoughts and turned to look where she was sitting.
"It's no trouble," he said again.
"Might I come back again?" Samaire asked and Loki followed the direction of her voice where she sat on the other side of the table.
"I feel I could get much further with spells if I have access to your library," she added. Loki felt triumph deep down that she wanted to come back, and perhaps spend more time with him. He answered her gladly.
"It is always open to you," he said. When they had finished and were talking idly, Sif finally decided it was time for her cousin to leave. Loki wondered why she felt inclined to order the girl around. He did not think she needed supervision, but perhaps it was the simple fact that she had taken interest in Loki. Sif must not have agreed. Loki pondered it and feared that she didn't want her cousin to become more reserved like Loki.
"Can I speak to you a moment, alone?" she asked Thor. He saw no reason to disagree and Loki fought the urge to roll his eyes as the two of them got up and disappeared. Loki looked in Samaire's direction to find that she was looking at him. His heart pounded.
"Might I escort you outside?" Loki asked. Samaire nodded and stood, Loki allowing her to follow him to the hall. They walked in silence for a moment, Samaire yawning.
"You may want to take great care in how much energy you exert. I can still teach you, but it will take time and practice. It can be…exhausting," Loki informed her. Samaire smiled and nodded. Once they made it outside, Loki waited there with her patiently.
"I…I've really had a good time with you today, Loki," Samaire said. He smiled. It was the first time he was hearing this from the opposite sex.
"I'm happy to entertain guests, always," he responded. Samaire looked at the entrance and then about the dimness. Loki thought that she was looking for someone, and then she closed in so that she could whisper without being heard. Loki was caught off guard when she pulled her hand through his hair, but he closed his eyes and reveled in her touch.
"The next time you want to explore my nether regions, I'd prefer you ask first," she whispered. Loki's heart raced and he felt himself blanche. Had she know the whole time what he was doing while she slept on the couch? She blew air teasingly against Loki's ear and a shiver went down his spine. He had both hands behind his back at that moment, but knew then that Samaire would not reject his advances had he dared to make them at that moment. She pulled away from him, no smile on her face. Loki was unsure whether she was angry or intrigued. She merely looked at him, and then nodded, answering his unspoken question. So she had known, and yet she hadn't stopped him. Loki was about to speak again when he heard Sif and Thor making their way to the entrance. Sif paused, kissing Thor. Samaire never broke Loki's gaze, and he was utterly shocked. Sif pulled her arm around her cousin's shoulder and she smiled at Loki as if nothing had just occurred between them and the girls disappeared.
"Are you okay?" Thor asked, cocking a brow at Loki. He wiped the expression and redness from his face.
"Yes, fine," he said hastily, making his way inside.
"…What did you do with Samaire? Is she as interested in reading all day as you?" Thor poked. Loki hurried away, leaving his brother suspicious. He had to get to his room. The erection he had suppressed earlier was coming back with a vengeance. Loki slammed his chamber doors and brought light to the torches. He hastily unfastened his pants, barely making it to the bed. He decided he did not want to make a mess of the quilt again and started for the bathroom. He stepped out of his pants and pushed the door open, scrambling into the empty bath. He looked to find himself nearly purple with surging blood. He gripped his member tightly, a painful moan escaping his lips, the feeling of Samaire's breath on his ear still present. She had meant to torment him, he thought as he furiously stroked himself, so fast that he thought he barely saw his hands moving. Finally he climaxed and watched a jet of white, heated fluid escape him, so strongly driven that it travelled over the length of the tub entirely and hit the wall. Loki sighed, panting, falling upon his hands, his body quaking with release. He did not believe that he needed to restrain himself the next time he found himself alone with Samaire. He laid hopelessly on the floor of the tub, catching his breath. He felt himself harden again and with an almost welcomed agony, he started at himself again. His hardness would not subside this time and he felt himself getting tired. If only she had been there to ride him herself. Would she have been willing? Loki stood, and trembling, cast an illusion, nailing it the very first try. Samaire stared back at him with a seductive gaze. Loki stepped clumsily out of the tub and approached her, but when he tried to pull the illusion towards his throbbing issue, his hands went right through her…
Loki awoke in his bed. The first thing he had to do was beat off. It was hard not to become aroused every time that Samaire entered his mind. He began to think that he was going insane. He had seen plenty of pleasing women before, but never had one had this effect on him. He would be inside of her soon, if it was the last thing he ever did…
Loki waited in the library, pretending to read. He had yet to see Samaire. He had woken up early, unable to sleep whilst tormented by Samaire. He couldn't stop thinking about what she looked like under that dress. It was nearly an hour before someone knocked on the door. Loki rushed over to it, and pulled it open to find Samaire standing there. Loki stood aside and let her in. For a moment he was unsure whether she wanted him to close the door. She turned around, not having heard it close. She walked over to where Loki stood and placed her hand atop his, forcing the door shut. She then reached down to the lock and turned it. Loki looked at her with utter surprise. She gave him a seductive smile, and he knew this time that it was no illusion.
"I apologize for yesterday. I should not have…"
"What, peeked?" Samaire asked quietly as Loki's eyes took in the sight of her. She was in a deep blood red gown today and the way it revealed her skin was already beginning to arouse Loki. She touched his cheek and he leant into her hand.
"You are not…undesiring of my touch?" Loki asked cautiously.
"You're kind to me, unlike many other men your age, Loki. I can forgive what you were doing, because you stopped. You could have gone much further than you did, but you didn't," she explained. Loki felt his heart racing.
"It does not anger you that I kissed you?" he asked, "Albeit, somewhere I have no permission to touch you?"
Samaire nodded. She then left Loki's cheek and made her way to the books. He begun to wonder why she bothered locking the door if she was just going to walk away from him like that. She stood at a shelf, her back to him. She was looking but she did not pull a book off the shelf. Loki approached her. He stood behind her quietly for a few painfully slow moments. He worked up his courage at last.
"May I touch you?" he whispered. Samaire raised her head, yet stayed facing away from Loki.
"…I'm sorry. It's…it's wrong of me to—"
She turned around and pressed her lips to Loki's, to his surprise. She kissed him rather strongly, which he had not expected. Loki found himself pulled against Samaire. Without thinking, he pulled her up so that her legs wrapped about his waist, and shoved her against the shelf where he returned the kiss, causing the shelf to quake and a few books to shower down over them. Samaire gasped and let her legs down, breaking the kiss. Loki immediately apologized, hoping she hadn't been hit too badly. The whole thing became awkward quickly.
"Are you alright? I shouldn't have done that," Loki insisted, pulling his hands behind his back again. Samaire quickly recovered, rubbing her head where a volume must have struck her. She shook her head, ensuring Loki that she was fine. She leaned in on him and wrapped her arms about him. Slowly, he held her back. This touch was innocent and Loki enjoyed the way she breathed against him. Soon, he couldn't suppress his excitement, and knew that Samaire could feel it between them. Slowly, she lifted her gaze to him and he was blushing madly. Loki feared she would pull away, but she stood on her toes to kiss him. Loki took the invitation to pull her waist against his, so she could feel how much she aroused him. Samaire gasped and pulled back a bit. Loki frowned.
"I…" he trailed off. Samaire continued to surprise Loki as her hand travelled down to his chest, unbuttoning the shirt to expose a bit of his chest. He didn't stop her as she kissed him innocently. She let her hands wander to Loki's waist and finally she brushed a curious hand over his manhood. Loki moaned and closed his eyes.
"Loki," she finally said. He looked down at her. He knew not what to say. Samaire put pressure on his hardness and he took it as consent. She began to unbutton his pants. Loki stopped her suddenly.
"N-not in here," he said, "Someone might come," he said, not caring that the door was securely locked.
"Where?" Samaire asked, her innocent eyes sparkling up at him. Loki grabbed her shoulders firmly and tried to calm himself. He grabbed Samaire's hands and led her to the door.
"My chambers," he said. He was quick to lead her and was happy not to run into anyone on the way. Loki opened the doors and let Samaire walk inside. He then entered and began to lock the doors. He could hear her sitting on his bed. When he went to join her, he pulled a hand gently through her hair. She kissed him and Loki coaxed her to lie down, gently placing himself on top of her. They kissed for a few minutes, but then Samaire pushed up on his chest and began to sit up. Loki looked confused and as she stood, he reached for her arm.
"Have I done something wrong?" he asked. Samaire merely smiled and slowly fell to her knees. She pushed Loki's stomach and he sat back further as she undid his pants. He felt a bit nervous, but he let her pull them off and when he found himself exposed to Samaire, he thought he might scare her off. The girl looked a bit surprised and took in the sight of him. Loki wanted her to do something immediately, but thought it best not to rush her, lest she decide she no longer wanted him. With shaking hands, Samaire reached for Loki's erection, and stopped. She looked up at him innocently.
"I have never…" she began, blushing then and avoiding his eyes. Loki grinned to himself.
"You can touch me if you want to," he said reassuringly. Samaire seemed a bit frightened then. She wasn't sure what to do.
"Would you prefer me to touch you instead?" he asked. She stood up and began to get back in the bed. Loki stood up and she watched him drop his pants, removing the rest of his clothes so that he was naked. He then pulled her legs towards him from under her dress and she gasped. He kissed her legs sweetly and gently. Samaire sighed, lying back. Loki looked down at her closed eyes there and he reached further under her dress until he found that she was wearing something underneath it this time. Cautiously, he pulled the undergarments down. Samaire let him. She sat up again and made room for Loki. He knelt between her thighs, pushing the dress back, awaiting to behold her entirely naked. He helped Samaire out of her dress and then laid her flat. He took her legs and pushed them apart, allowing himself to rest comfortably atop her. He merely kissed her for another minute, until his erection began to ache painfully and he needed to feel it inside of her. Loki reached down with his free hand and held himself. Samaire opened her eyes when he paused in kissing her. She waited curiously and once Loki was sure he'd found her opening, he pushed against it, and she cried out in pain. Loki paused, unable to slip even the head in. Samaire's legs slammed shut, but remained as open as they had been due to Loki's waist being between them. He saw a glimmer of pain in Samaire's eyes and she began to sit up.
"Wait, wait," she panted. Loki was taken aback momentarily, but the fact that he'd managed to cause her pain excited him in ways he hadn't felt before. He thought he had barely touched her and yet he had received such a reaction. Samaire looked somewhat confused, as if she had not expected this reaction herself. Loki had not expected it either.
"I hardly touched you," he said. He kissed her shoulder gently and eventually she laid down again. This time she did not spread her legs nearly as far. Loki gripped her kneecaps and guided himself between the girl's thighs. She stared up at Loki somewhat fearfully, but he liked it. Again he felt his tip at her opening. He hesitated, waiting for Samaire to stop him, but she didn't. Loki pushed forward and felt the tip of his girth impale her. He moaned but Samaire cried out in pain again, grabbing at Loki's abdomen. He wanted beyond reason to delve forth badly, but stopped right where he was. Samaire pushed at him and Loki pulled out. Samaire sat up, hugging her knees to herself and backing away slightly. Loki was disappointed by her sudden removal.
"I'm sorry," she said with embarrassment. "I don't think I can do this," she said, not allowing the tears that had welled her eyes to fall. Loki gave her a pleading look and she looked down at him again with some remorse. She had caused him to get into this state and was now unwilling to aid him out of it.
"I didn't mean to cause you pain," Loki said calmly. Samaire smiled, making her way towards him. She let her hands fall down Loki's smooth chest. He watched her touch him. He knew that she did not want to leave him like this. She paused at his waist and looked into his pleading eyes. She let her hand wander to his hardness and gently pulled up the length of it. Loki moaned, placing his hands atop hers and squeezing. He had done this himself many times, and he found her touch to be too gentle, teasing.
"I'm a virgin," Samaire admitted and Loki gazed down at her innocent eyes, "I doubt that I can please you the way that…others have."
"But I've had no one else," Loki admitted as well. She started stroking him, taking heed that he needed her to touch him with more force. She seemed intrigued by the way Loki groaned. It wasn't that what she was doing was not pleasurable, but Loki wanted more. He wanted to make love to her. He pulled her hands away and took her close to him. Kissing again he got her to lie down. Loki pulled at her knees and let himself between them again. Samaire stopped kissing back when Loki began to position himself on top of her. She went to sit up again and Loki begged by kissing her back down. She pressed firmly upon his lower abdomen when he tried to enter again, the pain still present. Loki sighed, rolling off of her and staring up at the ceiling. He had barely gotten inside before she stopped him.
"I'm sorry," Samaire said gently beside him.
"…It's alright," Loki responded, though he was thoroughly disappointed. She touched his hardness again.
"No, it's not the way I want it," Loki explained. She took her hand away.
"…I'll try," she said, feeling a bit guilty. Loki sat up slowly.
"You do not have to," he said carefully, though he was hoping she would feel obligated.
"I want to try," she said, looking at him. She rubbed his shoulders comfortingly and Loki sat up again. When he mounted her this time, her legs did not clench and resist him. But she closed her eyes and Loki gazed down at her as she braced herself. When he did nothing, she looked.
"Is something wrong?" she asked. Loki caressed her cheek. He tried again, taking her by surprise. He merely wanted her to be looking at him in that moment. Samaire squirmed beneath him and Loki felt his stomach make contact with hers. She was virginally tight, nearly resistant to him. Loki enjoyed this, even the way that her back arched and she mewled in pain. She didn't ask him to stop, nor did she press upon his abdomen as she had before. Loki eased himself into her moisture. He began to make a slow movement of his waist, and Samaire grasped his biceps as if to stop him, her eyes closing in anguish.
"If you do not allow me to continue, it will only hurt longer."
Samaire took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She looked as though she might cry, but she did not. Instead she grabbed Loki's shoulders and nodded. Loki moaned in ecstasy as he rolled his hips forth, yet still taking care to be as gentle as he could manage. Samaire's head rolled back and she gasped and panted, her legs tightening against his sides. Loki placed his hands firmly on her knees and forced them to part enough so that he could continue to thrust. She didn't speak again, but made noises which let Loki know that he was hurting her, and still she said nothing. He felt a bit of guilt which was quickly overridden by pleasure as he sped up, feeling Samaire's womanhood tighten around him with each stronger thrust. He barely noticed how tightly she gripped his shoulders. He felt a wet heat seep from inside her, easing his in and out movements so that he felt he was sliding. Her body was a pleasure unlike which he'd felt before. Pleasuring himself did not compare to the squirming young woman beneath him. Loki tried not to become too rough, but his primal side began to emerge as he felt himself growing nearer to climax. Samaire was no longer crying, but her sudden moans sounded somewhat painful, and still, Loki enjoyed this. When he came, he moaned so loudly that Samaire looked at him. She hadn't looked at him nearly the entire time, but as his eyes clenched shut and his body paused and shook, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She wiped them, having been crying silent tears. She couldn't quite express why she decided to let him continue. She had, perhaps, felt obligated after having gone so far when she could have stopped him before things became so intense. It was Loki's face she had envisioned. He was pale and lean in comparison to his brother, but there was something dark and sinister about him that Samaire could not quite place…her innocence had been curious, yet her curiosity had cost her innocence. She wasn't in so much pain now as she had been when Loki started. Finally he opened his eyes and blinked down at the girl. Slowly, he pulled out, eliciting a little squeak from Samaire. She felt bruised at the hips, yet her head was swimming with intrigue as Loki looked down at her with concern, tracing her lips and eyebrows.
"I hope I did not cause you too much pain," he said quietly, lowering his lips to kiss her again. Samaire shook her head and sighed, touching Loki's black hair. He was unlike many Asgardians she knew, and this is what had intrigued her.
"You can't tell anyone," she heard him say after a moment. She nodded, but wondered why he'd thought that she would. Loki was holding Samaire possessively, enamored entirely.