Silver and Scales
Chapter Fourteen: A Bath for Two
Loki sat down along the stone steps of the water's edge as Vyperia slid into the soothing waters of her drawn bath. While Loki's eyes primed her naked form, she sat under his gaze with little to no shame as he smiled at her.
"You certainly have lost your shy nature," he said in observation.
She was a goddess in a human's form. While not particularly flawless as her other Asgardian female competitors, Vyperia's skin was near smooth and practically irresistible to touch. Her hair fell from her head like a released curtain of honey; it simple rolled down her neck and covered her full breasts, hidden from Loki's view. The only hair on her body was the beautiful locks that fell from her head. Because her skin could immediately turn to scales, Vyperia's pubescent regions remained hairless...
She never had to shave in her entire life.
Loki, while still composed as a gentleman, felt the bubbling stir in his stomach as he peered as his naked—now—wife. The mere fact that he could have her at anytime he pleased was practically a high; though he had more fun taking her in the garden without time's permission than rather having the duty to do so as he pleased.
Vyperia looked at him as she lowered into the bath waters. The surface picked up her blonde locks that had been sheltering her breasts. Even beneath Loki's gaze, she felt her cheeks burn—not from embarrassment—but from obvious pleasure. She liked it. That supple glaze in his eyes was easy to notice, even if he was attempting to conceal it.
Lust was there, hiding but noticeable.
"You can always join me, my lord," she suggested with a small smile.
"What happens when I join you in the basin will counteract the reason for you to taking a bath, Vyperia."
"What if my reason was to tempt you in the first place?" she said.
Loki looked at her carefully.
She straightened, her body rising from the immersible waters, and turned to him. She crossed her arms on the edge of the tub and lowered her head atop of them, looking at him expectantly. Vyperia's smile—pearly white and ever coaxing upon shining red lips—stirred Loki's fire within the bottom of his stomach.
"If I asked my king," she said, her words salty with charm, "would he oblige?"
He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. He motioned for her to stay there. Vyperia watched his retreating back curiously. Loki stood beside the door. He spoke to the guard that was positioned outside,
"Let no one inside unless I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my lord. Would you like one of hand-maidens to draw you a separate bath, Sir?"
"It's not necessary."
Vyperia smirked at the silence of the guard, who obviously understood the situation that was to follow. As if he was given a look from Loki, Vyperia heard the guard clear his throat nervously and acknowledge the king's protocol,
"Yes, my king. I understand. I shall stand guard, in the case that you should require anything from me."
"Excellent."
Loki closed the door behind him.
"Such demands His Majesty requires from his guard," drawled Vyperia, leering at him, as he strode toward the tub. "I wonder if he is as commanding with his new queen as he is with the staff."
Loki scoffed at her, though wearing a handsome smirk.
A clear grin of excitement appeared upon her pretty face as he disrobed in front of her.
His pale skin was a treat to Vyperia, who never understood the appeal of a dark tan upon a soldier. She bit her bottom lip as Loki's tunic rose above his waist line, revealing a lean body that was tight with muscle and agile bones. As he pulled off his tunic, Vyperia could see his war-chiseled stomach flex as he breathed.
Loki lowered his leather trousers, pulling the dark material below his beautiful hips and further down his thighs. Vyperia's coy smile played upon her lips when she noticed his erection already tense; though she expected that she could make harden and throb just by touching him.
As he tossed away his robes, Vyperia pulled back toward the other side of the basin, allowing his space to enter the waters.
He slid under the water with one great sweep. His head bobbed below the surface for a second.
Loki emitted a small sigh of relief as the waters warmed him in one motion.
The tub was large and spacious, equivocated to the size of what Midgardians called a "jacuzzi". It was hand-made for several soldiers to bathe, rinse, and walk out in swift haste if ever the call of war was upon them...
Though during the years of the truce between Jotunheim and Asgard, it had become a bathing basin for royalty.
Vyperia floated toward Loki.
He looked at her, amused, as she literally slithered on the water like a snake toward him. Her legs touched his as a way of touching home, and she sunk back down to his level. Vyperia and Loki exchange smoldered glances, each feeling the same sexual tension in the air between them.
The splashing of the water between them and the heat that rose from the bath enhanced the scenery around. It was like a steaming cloud of lust and passion that had been bottled since that time in the garden—seriously restrained by the Jotuns' intrusion to Asgard, Thor's exile, and Odin falling into his catatonic sleep.
Now, with everything as it should be, it was as if the world had melted away to hand to the new king and queen some time alone to rekindle what had been broken during the excursion.
Vyperia broke their gaze as her mouth met his, slipping her tongue between his lips. His hands slipped under the bath waters and wrapped around Vyperia's slick hips. Her fingers entangled in his matted hair and pulled his head back, giving her the proper angle to deepen the kiss.
Loki grabbed one of her legs and pulled her around his waist; she straddled his thigh. The feel of sudden pressure against her throbbing clit claimed her tongue, and she uttered a weak moan through their kiss. She felt his lips tightened into a smirk.
Vyperia's legs sequestered to an unbearable urge; she lightly grazed her clit along Loki's thigh, slowly grinding against him to restrain an irresistible heat that was slowly probing the bottom of her stomach. Loki move his knee to meet her probing push against him. His eyes, glazed with lust, watched with relish as she uttered a wanton moan. Her hands grabbed the nape of his neck as she rubbed against him eagerly. While it provided her with delicious surges to every extremity of her body, it didn't satisfy the burning fires in the core of her womb.
Even through the rising and falling of the water's heat, Loki felt her burning lust against his naked knee. Loki slid a hand around her waist, gripping her slick body with eminent force to pace her dry thrusts. Her eyes closed as she embraced his bruising grip along her hip; it was painful and delicious at the same time. She craved his forceful touch.
"Tarry not, my queen," he whispered to her, his voice hoarse with demand and buried lust. "Delaying your gratification will only make it more satisfying..."
Hearing his quiet command and his address to her as his queen sent shivers down her back. His demand was the delicate, delicious median between respect and dictatorship, and she loved the balance of both. Vyperia lowered her head, and her hands followed suit as her fingers snaked down his shoulders to graze his flexing muscles.
"Make me beg for it," her words hissed along his neck, her lips grazed his skin delicately.
Loki heard her words and smirked at her torturous play.
"Oh, but we are equals," he taunted her. "Why should I allow my dearest to fall to the ranks of those less deserving?"
Vyperia's lips kissed his neck. He closed his eyes when he felt her tongue slither teasingly along the ridges of his collar bones. The image was almost demonic as Vyperia's prehensile organ slipped here and there along his body, elongated and slender as a viper's forked tongue between her thin lips. It precariously retreated into Vyperia's mouth. He looked at her: he thoroughly enjoyed her little tongue play, though it still mildly irked them...though he didn't seem to mind it.
"You will have me beg you to be forceful with me? Is that it?" Vyperia asked coyly.
She ceased her incessant grinding against his leg.
Loki watched her move so easily in the water. Her hands used his shoulders as leverage as her body lifted up into the water's reach. Her skin gleamed from the light of the candles that lit the room as her shoulders, back, buttocks, legs, and feet reached the surface. She left Loki's body without any trace of her heated core, only her fingers pried into his flesh as petty torments.
Amused by her little trick, Loki leaned forward.
To her surprise, he pushed hard against the frame of the tub behind him and sent he and Vyperia's flying through the water until they reached the other side. The effort sent several pints of water to splash out over the edge. Vyperia stared at Loki, stunned, as he pinned her to the tub's wall, no where to escape.
His sudden close vicinity sent her mind racing, and she looked with that excited spark in her eyes.
"Oh, you take my gentlemanly manners so leniently." Loki told her hoarsely. Vyperia's smile widened. "I should make you scream my name tonight."
Loki rose to his feet, the water merely splashing along his pelvis. He took Vyperia by the arm and pulled her to meet him.
"Turn."
Vyperia turned in his grasp, her back against his chest. Loki's hands took their position: one held her hip—his long, pointed fingers barely reached her bikini line, and it immediately urged a painful throb between Vyperia's legs. His other hand delicately splayed underneath her breasts; his fingers merely sat against the underside of her swollen breasts, just to tease her.
Loki's erection insisted against Vyperia's thigh, and she longed to take him into her—even for a brief second—just to have him pound into her as if she were one of the worthless servant girls in the castle. Loki treated her graciously all the time, respectful and so gentlemanly. It was often in their rummage under the sheets that his pleasurable, charming side switched off into a rogue whose passion was unbridled into a near...well...rapist's wit. It was an instant turn-on when he was forceful with her...
Except this time, his fingers didn't roam her body in a demanding outbreak, searching for her erogenous zones to see just how much she craved him. Nothing. He stood there behind her, his fingers there at her most sensitive details but never moving those talented hands.
She grew restless in his grasp, though at the same time barely in his grip.
"Impatient, are we?" he asked against her neck. "Beg me. Beg me to touch you."
Vyperia's small frown slowly turned to a smile.
Well, he was living up to her request.
"Please," she uttered.
Even as she spoke, Loki emitted a small laugh.
"Oh, you will have to do better than that." Loki hissed into her ear. His breath was upon her skin, warm and steady.
Though while he was calm in his voice, Vyperia felt his erection throbbing against her leg. He was enjoying this as much as she was.
"Touch me," Vyperia whispered. "I ache..."
Loki's hand around her hip left her idle waist. He seized her right hand, which had balled into a clenched fist from the lack of unbridled passion. Loki smirked. Her restraint was rather impressive. Loki's long fingers interlocked with hers.
Her head leaned back against his chest, waiting for his next move. He guided her numb fingers to his neck. His hand below her breasts pressed her close to him, steadying her through the motions. He trailed her fingers along his neck, to his shoulder blade, and then along her neck. While Vyperia's hand groped her own body, she felt small repercussions as his own fingers passed along her body. Loki dipped her Vyperia's hand along her breasts, her stomach, her inner thigh.
Vyperia inhaled sharply.
His fingers left her hand to cup her clit fully in his palm. Her concealed arousal was exposed to his fingers as he prodded her damp mound of nerves. It was evident that his ministrations were making her extremely wet. Loki's mouth fell upon her neck.
"Ahh," he drawled, "you do ache."
"Please, I beg of you."
"Oh, you do?" he asked her. "How could I be certain that you really mean that?"
"I'll do anything," she returned. "I ache..."
"You crave for your own satisfaction, but do you ache for mine?" he said into her ear. "Would you delay your gratification to sate my desires?"
Vyperia smirked, hearing the slight tease in his voice.
He carried out his part very well.
"Let me show you."
"Show me? What will that prove, hm?"
His words were dripping with sardonic taunts. Even if she offered the whole world to him, he was merely toying with her.
While Vyperia felt irritation goad, she couldn't deny that his withdrawal of her needs aroused her even further. Loki's fingers lightly grazed her clit with immeasurable strokes; they neither penetrated her heated core nor slipped between her folds. It was an unbearable sensation that he gave her, but it pulled several different points of ache, desire, desperation, and sadistic satisfaction within Vyperia's very mind.
He knew exactly how to play her, just like a puppet.
Vyperia felt a gush of moisture spread through her barrier. Loki's fingers passed it, and he uttered a sigh of approval. She uttered a small plea, though her words were incoherent.
Loki's fingers lightly creased her folds with delicate pressure. How light they were, but Vyperia's body ceased with notable lust.
He lowered her to the tub's depth. He set her on his lap like before; she straddled one his thighs for proper measure.
She uttered a well-deserved moan when she felt his middle finger slip through her slick folds to slide through her walls with ease. She leaned forward, deliciously tormented by his intrusion and used his shoulders for leverage. Loki's eyes watched her pant from such a motion, but her surprise was replaced with utterances of pleasure; it fed a fire in his belly as he watched her face—usually so complacent, composed, and calm—become undone with a contorted look of one delving into a life-time long addiction.
"Oh, yes..." she moaned against Loki's neck.
Loki shifted in his position, making her body hover over his hand. His finger prodded inside her, sending tremors through her body as nothing could give her such equal vibrations of lust. Her legs squeezed his thighs, a proper reaction to his hand as his finger inserted deep—but perpetual—thrusts.
"Oh...oh."
"Say my name," Loki said into her ear, his demand soft but firm.
Her fingers buried into his shoulders; her lips echoed beautiful moans of ecstasy against his neck.
"Say it," he said sternly. Upon his demand, a second finger penetrated her slick walls.
"Loki..." she uttered in response.
"Tell me what you need." Loki said; his fingers quickened their paces as her hips bucked against his shallow thrusts.
One of her hands passively fell to his chest to regain some composure.
When she said nothing, Loki forcefully prodded her with his two fingers at the same time. Vyperia cried out in surprise and pleasure. Loki felt his erection sturdy as he heard her moan. He liked it.
"I need..." she uttered through heavy panting. "Loki, I need..."
It was very clear on what she needed as her hips buckled against his hand in sweet urgency. But Loki wanted her to say it through her frustration, to cry out in desperate want that it was only he who could stop her throbbing between her legs.
"I need you to fuck me," her words callously slipped from her mouth in simmering frustration.
Loki grinned at her turn of phrase, but complied.
He grasped her leg and pulled it to straddle his thighs.
Vyperia uttered a hiss, the same venom that had passed her lips in the garden. If that wasn't the sign of aching hunger, what was?
His throbbing cock pulsed before her soaked entrance, and she waited with agony in her eyes. Loki's hands gripped her shining hips; his long fingers pressed indents into her skin, which would become apparent with light bruising. Vyperia's hands clenched his shoulders, feeling every tension hard in his muscles. Loki lowered her onto his shaft, and she leaned forward with inhaled pleasure.
"Oh..." Loki breathed an audible moan of sweeping gratification as she buried him up to the hilt. He leaned his back against the edge of the tip, and closed his eyes tightly. Vyperia gazed at him, a breathless smile upon her face as she peered down at the king of Asgard.
Vyperia pulled up, riding his inflamed cock slowly at first. The pace was torturous, but she felt her spine tingle with the hottest of sensations. She saw the sweet agony upon Loki's face and smirked at him, satisfied to see his own tricks pulled on him.
Loki met her thrusts with urgency and force; it pulled a simper from Vyperia's mouth as her walls clenched hard around his swollen member.
"You wanted it rough, Vyperia," he uttered through a quake of his own wave of satisfaction. "Don't be gentle, now."
She straightened her back to gain leverage against him. Loki chuckled in amusement as her hands seized his wrists and pinned his arms over his head, onto the steps that led up to the tub. While she thought that she had the upper hand, Loki leaned forward.
Vyperia moaned in guilty pleasure as his lips paid attention to one of her swollen breasts. His hips made forceful thrusts upwards. It shattered her restraint and she hissed a list of expletives. His name passed her lips after another thrust.
Loki felt his climax start to build; Vyperia wasn't too far away.
"Say my name, Vyperia," he instructed through a fragile moan.
It was almost a drug to hear him moan her name as she towered over him, riding him aggressively against his forceful thrusts.
"Loki," she uttered softly.
He pushed upwards roughly. Her breath hitched in her throat and she cried out his name more loudly, falling forward against his chest. Her hands left his pinned arms to fall to his shoulders as she tried to regain lost composure.
"Oh..." But said composure was swept up by the winds of heat and waves of rising passion. "Yes...yes..."
His own moan came from his mouth, and it sent shivers up her spine.
"Again," she uttered quietly against his neck. "Don't hold back with me, Loki," she said through clenched teeth. "I can hear it in your voice."
With rising endurance, Vyperia's fingers entangled in his hair and pulled his head back, her eyes boring into his. He made a faint smirk. Even as she tried to take control of the situation, her own climax was building strongly between her legs; it made it that much harder to control him.
Vyperia's hips bucked against his.
The water splashed around them like torrents of a hurricane, rising and falling to the sway of their bodies in the warm water and the steam around them. Vyperia claimed his mouth, kissing him roughly. Loki met her match and returned it. His hand grabbed a handful of her wet mane and pulled her toward him. Their tongues battled for dominance, their heavy breathing in sync with their rough hips colliding against each other in a mad scramble for control.
Loki moaned into the kiss.
That sent Vyperia over the edge. Her breath hitched and seemed to fall forward against him. Her walls clamped around him in immeasurable constriction; Loki moaned Vyperia's name as they rose to a passionate climax, each succumbing to pleasure and undeniable lust.
The waters calmed around them. Vyperia panted against his neck, weak. Loki pulled out of her, his stamina and strength attempting to recover from the excursion and force of her body. He wrapped his hands around her as they waded in the tide pool of the wash tub, exhausted and out of breath.
"You were right," Loki panted.
"About...what?" Vyperia returned, faintly smiling.
"I'm very certain that you undressed in front of me in order to tempt me."
"It worked," she said.
"Was that your true intention?"
"No," she sighed. "I could never resist that look in your eyes, though..."
"What look? I always watch you with scrutiny."
"I know," said Vyperia, smiling up at him. "It works every time."