Silver and Scales
Chapter Sixteen: A Different Game
Vyperia's head lay against Loki's chest as they lay in their bed, joined together as husband and wife as any regal couple should after having consummated their love and affections. Her silky, honey-blonde locks fell over her back and puddled along Loki's mid-riff. Such long hair was loose and supple, lost in the green and golden sheets that tangled around Loki and Vyperia's limbs. Her lips emitted a relaxed sigh in her deep sleep.
Loki looked at her. He felt the soft breath escape her mouth.
His hand fell to her neck and affectionately rubbed along her shoulder blade. His gentle touch was delicate and passive. As if to answer his fingers, Vyperia's arms wrapped around him and she huddled against his naked body, pulling him closer to her. Loki's eyes watched a small smile appear on her shining red mouth.
The silence in the bedroom was tender.
He watched her sleep.
He could feel his own heartbeat as she lay her head against his chest, and wondered if she could hear it too.
He could never deny that while she openly felt the strongest of urges around him, he always burned for gratification. Even as the emerald green sheets tangled between her legs, and her naked body clung to him during a founded slumber, Loki wanted Vyperia as much as the next Midgardian who could look upon her—his buried lust was there, carefully stoked by just the small looks that she would grant him: the little smirk that would play on her lips when she caught him in a prank; the exasperation on her face when she scolded others for doing something wrong. Even as she huddled against his body for protective measure...he craved her affections.
He didn't compete for her, merely because she was there if ever he needed her. Her willingness to bend for him was euphoria in its own right. It was a depreciated ability of hers: to make him feel like he stood above all others, when no one else seemed to sit below him.
To be clear, he would not share her with anybody else. That was for damn certain.
As Loki gazed at Vyperia, he didn't have to question where her loyalties had always lain. When Vyperia's eyes always fell upon him, he would always see that faithful glow. Obviously love was ever present there, but her fires always burned for him. He could feel heat radiating from her every minute; there was not a second that she wouldn't jump at the moment of consent for a nightly tussle—a midnight romp—under the sheets.
She had succumbed in the washroom; she had done so hours earlier.
Vyperia stirred. The soft whine in her voice turned his stomach pleasantly as she roused from her peaceful dreams. Her hands brushed against the start of a growing erection as she unwrapped her arms from around his waist. Even lying beside her, Loki felt his muscles tense. A throbbing ache peaked between his legs.
After last night's encounter, he would have given into the eternal slumber of Valhalla, exhausted. However, this morning, without any rest, he felt immediately rejuvenated as he gazed at the woman that shared his bed—his lust burning anew. She met his eyes, and as if she had read his mind, a devious smirk relayed to her pretty mouth.
Loki searched for her hand under the sheets. He found her wrist and guided her fingers to stiff erection—the sheets accorded to the moving limbs, hidden from view, but the bulge was unmistakeable as Vyperia's fingertips brushed against him.
Vyperia's stomach dropped, immersed in arousal as if she had been dipped into hot water. She felt a gush of moisture slip pass the barriers of her walls. Her king lay beside her, his muscles contracting from the sweet agony. Vyperia shifted in the bed. Her naked body, heated from oncoming hot flashes of stimulation, rose from underneath the sheets—the soft material felt from her naked breasts and flat stomach. Loki gazed at her as she pulled the blankets away from Loki's thighs, revealing to her the appealing cause of his distress.
"The mornings after are always the most reckless, haven't they always been?" she drawled, hovering over him confidently. Her hand left his throbbing erection to set comfortably with her idle companion, positioned on either side of his head. She towered over him, though his cock merely fell into the crook between her pulsing heat and her inner thigh. She smirked with knowing intent, relishing his restraint as he stared up at her.
"Never," she told him lightly, leaning forward, "do you ever need to wait until I wake before you satisfy this craving. It is always my pleasure to sate your appetite...and mine," she added and lowered an inch to place a pleasurable, teasing kiss upon his lower lip.
Loki raised his hand from his side and cupped Vyperia between her legs. His fingers felt the wetness along the hairless bundle of nerves; her tension was at its greatest peak.
Vyperia's eyes that watched him with a seductive delight lit up. He riddled through her words with ease. The two of them knew that the appetite for either god was never truly satisfied: merely made dormant. Vyperia's hand on Loki's left fell from his line of sight. She uttered a soft purr as her fingers stroke his cock. The heel of her hand didn't touch him, just those taunting fingertips there merely measured him from base to head.
Vyperia lowered her head to the crook of his neck. Her tongue licked the connection between his neck and the beginning of his shoulder.
Loki's chin raised to grant her more access; a small chuckle from her lips created a sweet vibration against his throat as she trailed her tongue from his collarbone, up the smooth column of his neck...
Her concentration faltered when Loki traced an erotic path from the entrance of her swollen sex to the pulsing bundle of nerves of her clit—his slender fingers never deterred from the path, merely stroking the exterior with enough pressure for her to feel it but never sliding in to seal the deal.
Vyperia moaned.
Her dominant race of power had ended that moment. Loki took his chance; he maneuvered her from her hovering position to shift her onto her back. The illusion of having some self-control was broken as Vyperia weakly wrestled in his powerful grip. He lay on top of her heated body, pinning her legs apart with his own; yet he never penetrated her, even though he had enough strength in his will to do so and his own body practically was screaming for release.
He delayed it for a while longer. He could do that. He would. Vyperia, although she had seemed to be the one to instigate the entire thing, wriggled underneath him with a revived, wanton, desperate need.
"Writhing beneath me like a snake caught beneath the paw of a lion," muttered Loki in a deep voice. It was a low drawl; Vyperia looked up at him as if he had merely fondled her with his words.
"Always, Vyperia," he said as her hips buckled beneath his waist, attempting to conceal him inside her walls, "I have given you such leniency in the palace. It's a different game that we play here."
Loki secured her plying wrists and pinned her hands above her head.
"Please," Vyperia begged him. Loki stopped her pleading abdomen with his hand, resuming his hold of her before he had pushed her onto her back.
As weakness, Vyperia's thigh contracted to close—not from unwillingness—but because his touch was so tender, her body clung to whatever could pull her over the edge and satisfy the gorging fires in the pit of her stomach.
Loki shifted, making it easier to appropriate his grip on her wrists and to stop her legs from closing in on him. He raised her left thigh so her leg could prop on his shoulder. Vyperia's eyes widened with arousal as he towered over her with the superior look on his face.
While she could feel his erection along her thigh that remained on the mattress, he didn't give in to his carnal pleasures as immediately as she had hoped.
No. He wanted to tease her.
While her stomach probed with anticipation and frustration, a flickering grin appeared on her face as Loki showed her that he was the dominant king in their bed. This was what she wanted—she wanted him to make her beg for him, make her whimper with such a flaming desire that it caused her pain to do so; but it was what she wanted. Loki knew this.
His fingers resumed their sweet taunts upon her heated mound of nerves. His middle finger tested the wetness along her inner thighs. She had become increasingly wetter after their little struggle. Loki smirked at this.
He felt her hands writhing in his grip. She didn't want to be released from her tantalizing captivity, but she longed to touch him. He would grant her that small privilege in time.
"Tell me what you need," he told her calmly.
It was always a fantasy of hers that Loki would treat Vyperia like a common girl, one that did not deserve a beautiful palace in Asgard. Actually, it was a dream—a little fun role play—for Vyperia to be one of the Midgardian women upon Earth whose mere dream was to be manipulated, fondled, fucked at the hands and body of a god. Loki intended to fulfill that little image in Vyperia's mind, and he would enjoy it all the same.
"I want you to touch me," she said breathlessly, growing weary of battling his soft touch with brutish thrusts. Loki merely brushed his fingers against her—she wanted him to take her roughly, with no intention of making it easy for her to come. Her insistent hips didn't make it any easier on her to sake her desire for Loki's rough mannerisms. He didn't answer her wetness with prodding fingers.
The back of his slender hand barely even brushed against her skin as he spoke to her in that low voice.
"Tell me what you need from me, pet," said Loki.
A soft laugh came from Vyperia. It was not meant to be in amusement, nor was she entertained. It was the sound of one being manipulated, knowing of aforementioned manipulation and liking it.
This time was different. Vyperia liked his strong, superior persona in bed. She noticed something, though, that he never was actually—by the definition—rough with her to the point where she felt physical pain. It was more like a warning that greedy intercourse was about to take place; and the pain that she felt was more out of pleasure and need rather than a sadistic pledge.
However, as Vyperia uttered that small laugh, Loki's grasp around her hands tightened around her wrists. He pushed her fingers into the mattress, causing her arms to become strained. She winced at the small discomfort; but she didn't plead for him to stop.
Vyperia liked this even more.
His confidence had heightened in this play, and it was very attractive...even if it tired her forearms at the angle in which she was displayed.
Loki's eyes watched her as a ghost of a smirk appeared on her face. Upon seeing that smile, Loki's fingers dipped along her soak entrance. He felt her tense against his hand as he placed a long finger against her slick folds; his thumb probed against her clit.
Vyperia's back arched upon his light flick of her clit.
"What has gotten into you?" she asked through a breathless moan, looking at him with wonder. She approved of this side of him. He took pleasure in seeing her struggle underneath him. His dominance had become one that she would like to see in an every day situation—Vyperia stared at him, fascinated at this small but noticeable change about him.
Loki didn't answer her. He merely chuckled.
He captured her mouth with his own in a furious kiss, taking what was his before she could react. His tongue parted her unsuspecting lips, engaging into a passionate battle. Vyperia's closed eyes tightened, furrowed with meager excitement as Loki pulled her into a new level of submission.
Loki's hand between her legs insisted a moan from Vyperia's mouth; she moaned into the kiss. Her leg upon his shoulder slowly fell from its rank, bent with restraint against his close vicinity from his kiss. Loki released her hands to grab her falling leg. He wrapped it around his waist, guiding his hand from the back of her knee to her inner thigh. Loki broke the kiss.
His middle finger coaxed against her entrance, motioning against her skin in a come hither motion. Vyperia uttered a small cry of desperation as his hand was covered in her arousal, slick against her clit. Her hips pulled and pushed under his weight, silently screaming for him—either his hand or his throbbing erection—but he didn't recant to either prayer.
"Vyperia," he told her through a surprisingly water-calm voice, "I will do nothing if you say nothing."
He smirked at the expression on her face, taking in the delight of such a pretty goddess squirming with such a childish pout upon her lips.
"I know what you want," he told her. "I know what you want me to do."
"Loki, please," she squealed as his thumb nudged against her clit. "I can't take much more of this."
"You don't have a choice..."
Even though his words dictated a promise, Vyperia smirked in heightened arousal.
"Make me come," she said helplessly.
"I'll do better than that," he breathed.
"Oh, what could be better than that?" she said rhetorically.
He leaned forward, smirking, and his lips met the shell of her ear. Loki's middle finger slowly slid into her aching core. Vyperia moaned his name. He buried into her, sending hot surges through her body.
"You will have your fantasy fulfilled," he told. His voice brought Vyperia to a state of euphoria. Her eyes fluttered. "You will writhe beneath me, as much as you are doing now, and scream my name. Do not hold back from me," he whispered into her ear. "Don't bite your tongue. It is your duty to your king to show me just how much I can make you squirm."
As Loki spoke to her, his hand occupied her fires, stoking them as if he hadn't touched her in ages. Her hips eagerly met his slow thrusts. A second finger occupied the first, slipping through her folds and caressing her walls simultaneously.
"Oh..." Vyperia's hands clung to his shoulders. "Oh, yes..."
Her sounds turned Loki's stomach, constricting his blood to his strained cock. He winced as renewed pain tore through his member. It was harder to restrain himself this time when no other session had been a problem. He uttered a sigh to keep himself composed; though it was an endured will to keep himself from abandoning all tortures to sake his own unbearable lust.
Vyperia whimpered in pleasure as his two fingers continued their malevolent thrusting.
Loki lowered his lips from her face to kiss her neck...her collarbone...
His unoccupied hand cupped her swollen breast in his hand as his mouth dipped between the valley of her chest. Vyperia clenched around his head as his thrusts urged forcefully. Her moans weakened to shallow breaths as she came closer and closer to orgasm. Loki descended from her breasts to her stomach. His fingers left her breasts to fall upon her hip. Loki pushed her leg around his waist to the bed.
Her rocking hips ceased as his fingers pulled out of her—
Her beseeching cry from his withdrawal turned to one of surprised delight as Loki's silver tongue slipped through her damp folds. His arms pulled around her legs to keep her constricting thighs from closing him into a vice-like grip. Vyperia moaned loudly as his tongue slid through her entrance, bargaining his name to fall out of her mouth as he tasted her.
Her hips persisted against his mouth, meeting his torturous thrusts with vigor. Loki looked up her sweat-slick body to see that she had covered her eyes with her hands, immersed with lust as he began to pull her over the brink.
"Oh," she breathed, "oh, Loki...yes..."
He could feel her walls clench around his exploring tongue. She was getting very close.
"Oh...oh..."
Vyperia's back arched in delicious strain.
"Oh!"
Loki replaced his tongue with his fingers, plunging into her with deliberate force. He looked up at her, engaging her reaction. She was coiled in a hot mess. Her hands buried into her hair as her body squirmed before Loki.
"Come to me," Loki instructed her.
"Yes, my lord..." she whimpered through her heavy panting. "Yes..."
"Now."
On his word, he forced a third finger inside her; she cried out in pleasure and her body seized around his hand. Vyperia thrashed in front of him as her orgasm consumed her. Her own heavy breathing was restricted as she convulsed into a tight spasm.
When she had calmed down, Loki reached forward and grabbed her roughly by the hair. Her hand wrapped around his wrist instinctively but she did nothing as he pulled her to up-right position. He claimed her mouth with a dominant kiss. Vyperia's arms wrapped around his neck, responding positively to his aggression.
He withdrew from the kiss first. Vyperia smirked at him, her chest rising and falling from exertion, but pleased.
"Let me return the favor," she said hoarsely. She palmed his aching erection in her hand. Loki moaned—his hunger yet sated. Vyperia bit her lip as she felt him strain in her fingers.
It was intoxicating to her to know just how aroused that he was from his small tortures that he had made on her body. They had reached a whole new league in bed...
Loki entangled his fingers into her long hair. Vyperia knelt down in front of him, lowering to her hands and knees. She didn't need an order from him to know what he wanted her to do. Vyperia's lips encased him into her mouth. Her prehensile tongue slid around his cock, spiraling around and around to engulf him in a constricted coil. Loki's face contorted to one of pleasure as she sucked hard. Her jaw elongated like a cottonmouth snake to take him further, burying him to the hilt. Her eyes closed as she heard him moan "Yes..." under his breath.
A wave of heat sequestered between her legs, renewing the ache and hunger that had only been dormant for a brief five minutes.
His hips slowly moved against her moment, insistent but controlled thrusts. Vyperia's tongue unraveled around him, returning to its normal state. Vyperia breathed through her nose, never leaving his cock to breathe out of her mouth. Loki's hand tightened in her hair as his thrusts became more vigorous and desperate. His other hand settled against the nape of her neck, encouraging her to keep going.
Loki moaned her name.
Vyperia answered to him by sucking harder. Her hands left the bed to hold his hips, pulling him in closer.
"Do you serve your king?" Loki asked her, his voice hoarse with lust.
Vyperia affirmed with a sound of acknowledgment, her muffled voice audible with rectified arousal upon hearing him speak. Loki closed his eyes, feeling his climax approaching.
"Moan for me," he said to her.
She obeyed him with a soft moan upon her lips.
"Oh, I know that you can do better than that," he said derisively.
When this only suited him ill, Loki reached from under Vyperia to slide a finger into her soaking entrance. A well-put moan, louder and more vibrant, was pulled from her lips as her head bobbed up and down against his thrusts.
"Good girl," Loki retorted, pushing his fingers into her again.
She widened her stance to invite him to move more freely.
Loki felt his climax approaching, so close.
He pulled Vyperia off him and pushed her onto the bed. Loki parted her legs, kneeling in front of her as she looked at him with eager surprise. He grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him with one sweeping motion.
Loki hesitated for a brief second before sliding his cock into her sopping entrance.
The connection made Vyperia's back arch, and her hips welcomed him with urgency. Loki felt her walls constrict around him with appropriated pressure.
"Oh, god, Loki, yes!" Vyperia cried out with mirth, her hands clawing and digging into the sheets.
Loki grinned deviously as he buried her to the hilt; a well-deserved moan left her mouth. Their hips smacked together, pulling the both of them into a feverish, robust romp in an otherwise silent room.
Loki drove into her with rough thrusts, each more vicious as the next. The pain ran through Vyperia's womb to her stomach, but she whimpered in pleasure as well as it only goaded her to oncoming orgasm. The more that it hurt, the closer she came.
Vyperia's breath hitched in her chest and she uttered a low, sinister chuckle. Loki's hair on his neck stood on end as he heard that low laugh leave her mouth. She looked at him, obviously wrapped up in the steam and the passion of their romp.
"Make me scream," she said with a wide grin. "Or you aren't worthy to be called 'king'..."
Loki leaned forward and wrapped his around her neck—he didn't strangle or choke Vyperia, but the pressure around her throat made her devious laughter cease and she smiled at him in approval.
Loki's rough thrusts became harder and deeper.
If the woman in his bed had been a Midgardian, the force of the pressure that Loki was putting on Vyperia would have had the woman screaming rape. It was a bull-driven instinct that brought Loki to pound such animal vigor that as he did so, he felt his own orgasm approach at faster speed.
"There he is," whimpered Vyperia, leering at him in approval as he claimed her for his own.
She wrapped her arms around his waist and carried through the motions, weakly meeting his thrusts as they came. Their breathing became heavy with anticipation and from approaching exhaustion.
Vyperia's back arched. She screamed his name, but her high-pitched shriek was immediately toiled by her orgasm which ceased her breathing. Her walls constricted Loki to near agony, which forced his climax. He shuddered and collapsed onto her body, their voices restricted by prolonged arousal that plowed into them with brutal force. Vyperia curled underneath him, her orgasm pulling her limps into a tight ball.
When the pressure subsided...when their gasps for air silenced...and the mere sweat on their bodies and their soft panting was the only evidence of rough sex, Vyperia turned to look at him appreciatively. He glanced at her.
They smirked at the other, speechless to say the least.