Silver and Scales

Chapter Two: The Garden of Eden

Loki led Vyperia through the garden, his hand lightly pressed into the small of her back. While it was an insignificant gesture to anyone else, Vyperia was smiling widely as she felt the small pressure against her body.

Their relationship was found on the brightest foundation of friendship and common ground, but there was an undeniable strength in the amount of passion that was always present in the burning fires beneath her stomach. It was always there, churning, waiting, boiled in anticipation. When she had risen out of puberty, it was obvious to her—since her prime specialty was the creation of Man—that the stirring sensations in her belly that quaked her being whenever Loki appeared before her was heavy urgency. Lust was always in her heart, merely lingering every hour that passed in Loki's presence. There was no denying that she craved the god of mischief daily, even if she solely denied it.

Loki's simple touch on the small of her back burned like coal ablaze in a fire. It was a spark to a waiting gas fume. Her smile was self-evident when they continued to walk through the garden, approaching closer to the castle. Loki glanced at her, noticing that she seemed to wear a permanent smile on her face whenever he was around.

He didn't pretend to misunderstand her apparent urgency. A smirk played on his thin lips in self-evident smugness. He relished the fact that a small bit of pressure upon her could set a fire in her belly. This was something that he prided in himself: he was the only one who could make her feel that way. Love was fine; they shared a mutual respect in it. Lust was something more than just rekindling a spark. It was a dominant trait that was expressed through a carnal competition of heated pleasure...and pain.

He felt it too.

"Vyperia, come with me."

She looked at him, startled.

"Your brother's coronation begins in less than two hours," she prompted him. "You should get ready..."

He grasped her wrist and shook his head, trailing her away from the path that led out to the walkway and up to the stairs. Instead, he wordlessly walked toward a veil—it was Asgard's private sector, a garden of Eden—if one believed in the theology of the Midgardians. Vyperia, slightly confused albeit sparked with excitement, didn't fight the hold that he had on her hand. She followed him as he led her off the path. When she conceded to his direction, he released her hand and led her beside him, his arm around her waist.

"Would you mind telling me what we are doing?"

"You will know soon enough," Loki assured her.

Her stomach dropped when she heard his voice lower to a tone that was enticing and hoarse. They passed through the long, sweeping branches of a willow tree; its vines symbolized a flowing, natural curtain. Asgard was a mystical place, full of exotic beauty—nature's trees, flowers, and scents were as mesmerizing as the architecture that made up the wonders of the country.

A Midgardian would have mistaken it for his Heaven.

When they could not be seen by physical eyes, Loki took Vyperia by surprise when he pulled her through his grasp and pushed her unceremoniously against the thick trunk of a willow tree. Vyperia uttered a startled cry before she was pleasantly silenced by Loki's assault on her mouth, kissing her smoothly.

He cornered Vyperia against the trunk with his body, hot and bothered. Her hands went almost limp at her side as she realized what this was, and wrapped her arms around his neck; she countered his kiss with one of a passion that had been restrained for days. His long fingers snaked up her side, caressing the small bundles of muscle along her stomach and light scars that followed up between her ribcage.

Vyperia's skin tingled beneath her clothes. She pulled away, only inches from him; he grinned mischievously as her tongue, slender and soft, slipped out of her pretty mouth to eloquently lick his bottom lip. Loki's skin crawled when he heard an unmistakable hiss emit from her, a viperous sound. He had heard this noise come from her before, and only ever heard it when she either was enraged or in desperate heat. He didn't fear it; but it caused a welcomed sensation to creep along his spine. The sound was ex-terrestrial...but beautiful.

"Surely, this is inappropriate..." she said quietly.

"There is nothing appropriate here," remarked Loki derisively.

"We cannot be seen doing this."

"We won't..." he whispered in a low, hoarse voice, holding her waist. The intensity and validity of his tone fed a lusty fire in Vyperia's belly, immediately wetting her between her legs. She closed her eyes when she felt familiar sensation tear through her stomach.

Loki pulled her body against his; she felt his insistence along her inner thigh, even through the barrier of their clothes. His lips fell upon the shell of her ear, hot breath steady against the trail from her earlobe to her neck. Vyperia's hands fidgeted along Loki's shoulders, quaking gently as if the Asgardian prince had her under some spell.

While one hand held her hip, Loki's other hand dipped between their bodies and slowly cupped Vyperia between her legs; she nearly lost her balance from his nimble touch if it hadn't been for his pressure against her and her back against the tree. Loki smirked as he drew a small moan from Vyperia's lips.

She wasn't at a loss. She quickly regained her balance. Her fingers trailed from his strong shoulder and dipped between their bodies as he had to her; Loki uttered a soft gasp when she grabbed him through his trousers. Vyperia caught his mouth with hers; her kiss was strong. He smirked widely when he withdrew, and saw Vyperia's tongue once more slip out of her mouth between her lips. Though her head was pressed against the bark of the Willow, her tongue elongated and met the length of his neck several inches from her face where any other Asgardian's tongue could not reach.

Her pride in such an elastic organ was evident on her face when her tongue receded back into her mouth.

"What are the stakes this time, love?" she asked. Her fingers wrapped around him tauntingly; though he countered her tactic by squeezing her clit with some force; she winced slightly at the sudden pressure, but a tantalizing smile played on her beautiful face. "What are competing for now, Your Highness?"

Loki didn't answer. Instead he took handfuls of her dress and hiked them up to her waist, revealing soft cotton undergarments. While he held her robes up against her stomach with one hand, his other wrapped around her throat—he didn't threaten, but extended his will of force upon her body. She didn't startle when his fingers grasped her neck. Instead, she recoiled delightfully at his dominant demand.

"Tell me, Vyperia," he instructed her.

When she said nothing, Loki's hand around her throat tightened. Vyperia's breath hitched. While he made it a tad more difficult to breathe, a simple grin appeared on her face. Her hand around his insistent bulge fell away to clasp his wrist that held her head steady against the tree by her neck. Loki's stare was heated and lustful as he watched her fingers wrap around his wrist.

"Say it." Loki said instructively.

Her other hand slipped to her undergarments, pulling at her cotton panties in retreat, dying from anticipation and lust.

Loki smacked her hand away.

"Say it."

"Please," she uttered from his tight hold on her throat. "Please."

"You'll have to do better than that," he drawled.

Vyperia's hips pushed forward, hinting her desire for him. While Loki's eyes shifted to her waist, he glanced up at her in amusement. Loki released her neck and unfastened his trousers. While his hand was occupied, attempting to release himself through a disarray of lust, Vyperia flung forward.

She pushed him to the bed of grass, pinning him down on his back. Loki looked up at her, at first shocked, then pleased. She pinned his legs down with her knees, his trousers unbuttoned but still concealing his apparent erection. Her arms claimed his elbows. He lay underneath her, pinned by his extremities, merely capable of moving his head. Vyperia's eyes glinted in obvious relish of his restrained position, a quirky smirk playing on her beautiful face.

"You have gotten a bit stronger since our last encounter," he uttered, though not unamused by his observation.

"That silver tongue of yours is always playing with my mind," she told him. "What good does it do you now while I have you on your back?"

"It really depends on what you do while I'm on my back," he answered.

She chuckled at his vague reply. Her lips parted and once more her tongue snaked out of her mouth like her very own pet viper. It fell to his exposed collarbone and gently caressed it. The faintest touch of her tongue made him quiver beneath Vyperia's stomach. Her tongue lingered around his neck as if she were investigating his skin carefully, scrutinizing him. The sensation from an elongated organ was bizarre, but he liked it. The obvious peril that he was placed in conjured something of a risk in his mind if she should decide to paralyze him with the venom that raced through her mouth.

It was intoxicating.

Vyperia chuckled. Her tongue slithered back into her mouth. She lowered her face to his and kissed him; this time, it was not rough with passion. It was sensual. He returned it affectionately. Vyperia released his body from her restraints. She pulled at his trousers and freed him from his garment-covered prison. While she rose slightly off her lover to pull down her panties, Loki struck forward and pinned her to the ground—he was once more in control.

She squealed in delight as he wrestled her to the grassy floor. In a quick fury of lust, Loki pulled off her panties. He wrapped his hands tightly around her ankles and pulled her back. Vyperia's cheerful smile and happy eyes were replaced with a gaze of burning need.

His hands held her legs on either side of him. The tip of his throbbing member was poised at her slick entrance, awaiting abated permission. He didn't ask it of her. He wanted her to implore him for such a need.

"Vyperia," he said in a deep voice.

"Please, Loki," she begged quietly.

Loki's hands made a light circles along her splayed inner thighs. It stoked a roaring fire in Vyperia's belly. She uttered a moan.

"Say my name."

"Loki."

"Again."

"Loki."

He leaned forward. Once more, his hand crept around Vyperia's neck and she uttered a delighted moan. His dominance burned her between her legs. She felt moisture pull through her nether region as if he had forced it out of her with some spell. His pointed fingers clenched around her throat in demand.

"Say my name, and beg for it."

Vyperia's grin told him that she enjoyed every single moment of his petty tortures.

"Please, Loki, I beg of you."

Loki smiled widely.

"Good girl."

He permitted it.

Vyperia cried out as he pushed his member through her slick folds; his breath hitched as he buried deep down to his shaft. Her walls clenched roughly around him. Loki pulled nearly all the way out and plunged back into her; she moaned his name, ravenous. His hand around her throat tightened as he rode her tormented arousal. Her hips bucked against him, meeting his firm thrusts. He lulled his head forward, uttering labored moans as he pierced her walls roughly.

"Mm...harder..." she hissed.

A wicked smile appeared on his handsome face, amused but willing to satisfy her soft plea. He released her neck to grab hold of her waist in a bruising grip. As he hurried his thrusts, he pulled her back onto him aggressively.

Her back arched as he hit her g-spot accurately.

"Oh, yes..." she whimpered.

Her moans carried him forward, penetrating Vyperia in split force. She clenched and unclenched unpredictably. A layer of sweat perspired on her athletic core; his hands reddened her hips, but it only spurred her on.

"Don't stop...please..." she begged of him.

"Are you close?" he growled; he met her quiet moan with a rough thrust. Her quiet moan ascended to one that was of sheer, recoiled pleasure and arched her back.

"Yes...yes..." she answered him.

"Then come to me," he uttered hoarsely.

A ghost of smile appeared on her face as she heard his command upon his deep, lust-covered voice. He even felt her orgasm close, for she became increasingly tight. He closed his eyes as her walls clenched around him in a delicious purge. He felt his own climax approaching.

"Yes, Loki...Oh, don't stop..."

The desire was thick upon her voice, begging him to continue. Her hands fell to his own. Her fingernails scratched insistently along his wrists as she grabbed hold of him in an anxious waiting of her climax to come at full throttle.

Loki felt her walls tighten with spontaneity and need; he moaned her name as he came with her orgasm. She seized beneath him as if someone had taken her breath away for a split second. Her eyes rolled back in her head; the grip around his wrists was so strong that he felt her fingers bruise him. Her constriction pulled him forward into an orgasm of his own. She cried out his name in released pleasure.

When their union slowly deliberated, he lay beside her, tired but satisfied.

Vyperia panted beside him, slightly twitching from her climax.

"This..." she managed through her breaths, a smile on her face. "This was a good idea..."

Loki uttered a laugh, nodding.

"I thought so..."

"We have to get back to the castle." Vyperia said, looking up at the heavens.

"Yes," he agreed.

They slowly rose to their feet, weak but able-bodied. Quietly, they clothed themselves accordingly. Vyperia pulled her hair over her shoulder. Loki glanced at her approvingly.

"What?" she said curiously, noting his appreciative gaze.

"You look like yourself now," he told her. He gestured to her hair, which had lost its appeal to how the other Asgardian maidens had tried to alter her appearance. She blushed. "I like it."

Loki motioned her to come forward. Vyperia uttered a happy "squee" when he pulled her in and kissed her cheek sweetly.

"Come on. It's nearly time." Loki adjourned.

He and Vyperia walked through the garden and headed straight for the castle, each looking properly cheerful than before.