Silver and Scales
Chapter Twenty-Two: Curves
Loki traced the curve of Vyperia's body with a finger—from the back of her shoulder, along the dip from her breast and her hip, to the bump of her buttocks, and down the back of her thigh. The gentle touch stirred Vyperia from her noiseless sleep. Loki cradled her in his arms, her back pressed gently against his chest. Vyperia's eyes remained closed, though a subtle smile appeared on her lips as he redrew the line down her body: her shoulder, breast, hip, waist, and down the end of her spine. His hand held fast along the beginning elastic line of her underwear and dipped over to her stomach. He felt the familiar muscle beneath his fingers; she flexed involuntarily. Loki smirked to himself as Vyperia moved beneath him.
Vyperia exhaled slowly.
Loki placed his mouth along the crook of her neck.
"I know that you are awake. Your mind races," he told her.
She didn't respond, but the tension in the room settled heavy in the air. She could hear his voice and feel his delicate fingers touch lightly along her half-naked body. The contact was romantic and seductive, difficult to resist. He was difficult to resist.
His lips met her neck with a butterfly kiss—precious, sweet, but hidden with a means to lull her into his embrace. Vyperia's breathing quickened; her abdomen tensed beneath his fingers once more. She was consumed with lust, and she tried always to desperately hide it; but her mind could not block him from knowing it. Her body betrayed the will to refuse; she would always fall before him like a meek mortal.
"You know me so well, don't you?" she said into the still silence.
Loki uttered a noise of confirmation. She took gracious pleasure from his small acknowledgment. His lips continued to kiss her neck—soft, naked kisses upon her tender flesh. His fingers pulled her close to his waist, her body trapped between the delicate contact of his hand and the stiff muscle that flexed in his lean core.
"We are like animals in heat, you and I," Vyperia whispered breathlessly; she felt her heart pounding in her chest as he showered her with kisses—each more tender, more slick with seduction than the next.
A warm pool of lust formed in the bottomless pit of her stomach, ever burning and always hot with need. Her toes curled in delicious torment when Vyperia felt Loki's tongue politely lick the connective tissue between her neck and shoulder.
"Animals have no purpose to lull their mates into desperate need, pet," he allured to her in a deep, rolling voice—the same erotic tone that could be switched on and off whenever the situation called for it. Vyperia's eyes closed as his lips moved against the back of her shoulder as he spoke,
"And why not have a bit of fun? Would you have me stop?"
He didn't seek an answer from her. Rather, Loki's dipped between her legs. That was his answer. Barely inaudible, just a breath of a beautiful noise—but Loki heard his queen moan softly as his hand cupped her clothed arousal. He could feel the obvious evidence in her panties.
"Look at me," he said steadily.
Vyperia turned her head to meet his eyes. He was pleased to see that her gaze was heady and glossy. He rewarded her obedience with a passionate kiss. He intruded her mouth with a quick tongue; Vyperia inhaled sharply as if she had been doused with cold water.
She met his kiss with bottled ferocity. Loki released a small moan into her mouth. Her tongue was athletic, unbridled by passion and wanton tension. Vyperia's kiss was a drug to him. He taunted her body with his touch, knowing very well that her orgasms came so easily by his hands—even if he never disrobed, this was her greatest weakness. Loki, however, felt himself slowly come unhinged from her lips, her tongue, and such bottled need. While it was evident that he would never refuse to bed Vyperia, he could take simple pleasures from her kiss.
Vyperia's hand flew from her side to entangle her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss from her angle. He moaned as he felt her fingers pull his head back.
From his fingertips, lightly grazing the outer material of her cotton panties, he felt renewed warmth against his hand.
Just the sound of his approval was enough to have her ready for any intimate act, and he felt empowered by this.
Loki broke the kiss, pulling out of her coils. Their breathing came heavy. Vyperia smiled at him, knowing all too well about his lip-synced weakness. Her teeth shined bright against the moonlight that reflected off her body.
"Animals in heat—no," Loki told her, "We are gods without restriction."
"Restraint is what I like," she returned.
Vyperia set her head back on the pillow, faced away from him. He pondered her words swiftly. His lips curved into a scheming smile. He placed his lips against the shell of her ear,
"I have a bargain."
"Ooh," Vyperia muttered with peaked interest. "What is your deal, my lord?"
Loki's fingers weaved light circles along the gentle lines of her underwear. He felt her muscles tense beneath his fingertips, but she uttered not a word.
"Restraint," he told her, "is your greatest weakness. You can only hold out for so long, my pet; and I can break you."
"Is this your little test?" she returned, though even as she spoke, she felt moisture gush between her legs as his fingers pranced along the damp length of her cotton panties. Loki's lips grazed the underside the soft skin of her neck.
Loki's grin widened.
She loved to play the game that was full of rules—restraint and refusal were coined playful and hot factors. However, as much as she would always abide by those rules, he would eventually have her succumb—and she would writhe in sweet bliss. The suspense, the pleading, and the overall torment that he would place on her would have her crawling to him every time. Vyperia was competitive, but she would gladly have him win every game.
"If you," whispered Loki slyly against her prickled flesh, "can resist my touch—which right now, you're doing a marvelous job at doing that"—his voice was dripping with sarcasm as he prodded with intention against the line of her panties (she moved against him with difficulty)—"then you can claim your prize."
"Sounds like fun," she retorted weakly.
"If you win, if you refuse to come to me in the end," said Loki quietly, "then our roles switch; and I can play your game…"
Vyperia smirked at his last line. Loki matched it as he saw the recognizable taste upon her lips. It was a very good idea.
"However," sighed Loki, "I think that we both know who will end up on top tonight. What your body won't tell me," he added, "your mind will."
"Mm, that's cheating."
"It's my game, my rules…" Loki said to her.
Vyperia smiled in despite of this.
Without another word, Loki's hand hooked beneath the waistline of her panties and dipped below to cup her naked flesh in the warmth of his hand. Loki smirked as Vyperia's legs twitched against his body, and he felt renewed arousal pass through her walls. His hand was slick with her fluids. Vyperia uttered a small whimper.
"Are you sure that you want to make good on your word?" he taunted her playfully.
"Mmm…" her answer was nothing more than a well-placed moan from his benevolent fingers, caressing her hairless mound of nerves as if she were an irritated cat.
His thumb strayed from her slick folds to roll over her clit. Vyperia's hands came to the sheets in front of her, threading her aching fingers into tight fists. The light touch ignited a roaring fire between her legs. A delighted squeal of arousal pulled from her lips.
Loki chuckled, pleased.
"Sit up, pet."
Loki shifted on the mattress to lean his back against the headboard. Vyperia followed his measures. Her back gently pressed against him; her knees bent accordingly to his hand poised between her legs. Loki sat next to her to better see his ministrations upon her body. While one was occupied between her heated core, his other hand lightly grazed the column of her pale-skinned neck. Vyperia set her head against his shoulder.
"Isn't this better?" he asked her, his voice slick with mockery.
"I think that you're manipulating this game to your advantage, Loki," Vyperia remarked with veiled lust, though an apparent grin was on her face. Her green eyes opened to flash a glossy look at him.
While her tone was vibrant with the sense of being pulled into his torturous game, he could tell that she was enjoying herself all the more as he assaulted her with his fingers.
Her focus rested on his touch, ever inviting him in as she spread her legs to better accommodate the fire roaring in the pit of her body; however, he did nothing to satisfy the ache that steadily pained her. Loki guided his middle finger along the swelled opening of her heated sex, ever playful and provocative. Her breathing came with difficulty, torn between anticipation and the yearning to resist him. Loki watched her fingers dig into the heels of her palms, holding onto a small amount of patience and control that was still left in her spirit.
Her will to resist any sort of torture was actually impressive. If an army could capture her and torture her for hours with pain, she could never succumb to such threats. However, Loki knew that her weakness was—and always had been—the lightest of petty torments. Bashing her across the head, breaking her fingers—that was child's play. Vyperia was the goddess of guardianship: one would throw her into an ocean of carnivorous sharks and she'd never quake from the loyalty of children or those whom she loved.
Her weakness was not pain.
It was this. It was desire, ache, want, and need.
Her weakness was Loki.
"Your restraint is formidable, Darling," Loki told her, "but how long do you think that you can resist? I can feel your body tense, and I barely have to touch you."
"You speak because you know that I like to hear you talk during," Vyperia remarked. "Why do I feel like you've challenged me to this only to see me fail?"
"Do you think that I started our little game because I like to see you writhe against me because you want me, pet?" he asked her with the faintest of sardonic wit.
She uttered a gentle scoff, knowing that he was sarcastic by nature.
"You're a schemer, Loki," she replied. "You always have a plan…"
His thumb stroked her clit, causing a deliberate friction against her body. His strayed middle finger felt the familiar tensed flex of her sensitive muscles, and he smiled against her neck.
"I like to see you this way," he drawled.
Vyperia uttered a small moan as his middle finger slid up and down against her entrance; but never did he pass her threshold. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Her lips parted in pleasurable anguish.
While her hips never succumbed to meet his appealing fingers, her chest rose as her back arched—her dire need searched for another outlet. Vyperia bit her bottom lip to sequester a pleading moan. It emitted from her anyway, causing Loki's stomach to churn in prideful approval. Even as he saw her slowly become unhinged, Loki's arousal grew apparent. Hearing her softly call out to him, seeing his mannerisms gently quake over her face…Loki understood this from the beginning that fighting his own desires would be difficult.
He was certain that he could have her crying out to him in desperation before he could plummet to his own urges.
"You ache," he told her, his words quivering on his breath as his erection prodded against her thigh. "I ask you: do you succumb?"
"No…" Vyperia hissed, smiling as she felt his growing arousal along the side of her leg. "You ache for me as well…"
Loki kissed her neck.
"I always do."
Vyperia uttered a wanton cry upon hearing him speak with such honest lust; Loki smirked as he felt renewed warmth cloud his prodding fingers.
Loki hooked his fingers along the line of her underwear,
"Take them off."
Vyperia didn't question him; she obeyed his order. He watched her numbly remove her panties from her thighs. Even watching her made him throb against his boxers as she unceremoniously tossed them over the bed on her side. While she had come fully undressed, he did the same. Both naked upon the sheets, Loki reached for the blankets to cover their lower extremities as the night began to grow cold.
Vyperia's fingers stroked his erection with the lightest of grace, merely to point out the fact that he yearned to have his own urges released. Vyperia resumed her position against him as they had been previously; although, now, Loki was resisting the desperate urge to bend her over on her hands and knees and take her then and there. He emitted a shaky sigh before setting his fingers along her slick opening.
The coy smile on Vyperia vanished to an expression of primal need.
"You're doing better than the last time we played," said Loki considerately.
"It's not easy," she muttered, her eyes pinched closed.
"You can always give in like last time," he suggested.
The idea had crossed Vyperia's mind, but she didn't relent to it. She shook her head slowly.
"Very well…"
Loki held fast to her left thigh, securing her in case she should become reckless.
Without much more suspense, Loki slid his middle finger through her slick folds. Her hips bucked to his slight movement.
"Ah!" Vyperia's cry was sudden—He stopped her legs from closing, as was her natural instinct whenever she felt immense pleasure. Vyperia's muscles had tightened and tensed around his finger.
"Easy, pet," he cooed against her ear. "Remember our little game…"
"I remember," she replied forcefully through clenched teeth.
"I'm not so sure that you do."
She lay still, poised vulnerably at his clutches. She was hot to the touch, slick against his fingers. Vyperia uttered soft moans as he continued his intrusion, sending sparks through her body. Loki slowly pumped his finger into her, and her walls clenched and unclenched around him. She wriggled restlessly within his grasp.
"I know that you are just beyond the brink of relenting, Vyperia. You're barely holding on…"
"I'm still holding on, though," Vyperia growled, though even as she said this with forceful conviction, she felt her need grow tirelessly painful.
Loki's brow furrowed as he himself began to feel the repercussions of their contest. His erection throbbed against her leg. Vyperia moaned as his Loki prodded her walls; when she silenced, he added a second finger—it spurred her on. Vyperia uttered a stream of squeals, as he pumped his fingers into her quickly. Her hips answered his fast thrusts. Vyperia opened her mouth to let out a reckless moan.
"Oh…Loki…"
"You're close, pet; do you still want to fight me?" he asked her in a rough voice. "I can give you what you need."
"Ah!"
Vyperia bucked her hips against his fingers.
"Please, Loki, please."
"Tell me that you relent, and I'll give you what you need."
Vyperia growled under her breath.
Loki was taken by surprise as she turned around, pulling away from his grasp—she straddled his hips. Her hands seized his wrists and pinned them roughly over his head. He was stunned at first then he moaned her name as she mounted him.
Vyperia's hips rocked against him. Her slick walls invited him in fully. His throbbing erection met the warmth of her body as she cradled him inside her; Vyperia moaned in gratified pleasure.
Loki's face contorted to visible pleasure. His head fell against the headboard as she rode his erection, her pelvis thrusting along his full prostate with talent and mirth.
"This wasn't part of our game," he growled.
"It's your game," she hissed, "but you're mine."
Vyperia's released his wrists as she slowly became unbalanced with passion. She had to use his shoulders to gain the needed support. Loki took hold of her beautiful hips, pulling her down on him with rough thrusts up into her wet opening. She moaned loudly as he drove her to ecstasy.
"Yes!" Vyperia pled aloud as her pace quickened. "Ah! Mmm…"
Loki felt his tension rise, knowing that he was approaching climax. Vyperia didn't seem too far behind him. He grabbed her roughly around her bottom and fought her to her back. She peered up at him, taken by pleasant surprise.
"Ooh, a dominant king," she relished, smirking at him.
Loki pulled her legs around him, sliding back inside her without a moment to spare. He groaned as her thighs constricted shut and her legs coiled around his waist.
"Oh, god, yes," Vyperia moaned. "Oh." She chuckled with maddened lust on her tongue.
Loki drew deeper into her—
Vyperia cried out as he hit her sweet spot with brutal force. Her back arched up against him. He didn't let her soothe out her oncoming orgasm. Instead, he pounded faster and harder. Her moans were loud.
Surely the guards would hear her.
"Scream, pet," Loki hissed at her. "So the world will know that you belong to me."
Loki took her wrists into his hands and pinned her arms on either side of her head. As she was put into a vulnerable, helpless state, this merely increased her arousal tenfold. Vyperia wriggled beneath him.
"Yes! Yes! Ah!"
Then her back seized. Loki winced as her walls closed hard around him as her orgasm hit hard. Vyperia's breath hitched as she gasped for air, succumbing to its dire ache. Loki leaned forward as her vice-like grip purged him into climax. His seed spilled into her.
He collapsed on top of her. Vyperia still felt the aftershock of such a release.
They panted in the silence of the room. Vyperia smiled weakly as Loki rolled off her to lie on his back.
"Okay…" she managed with difficulty. "You win…"
Loki smiled that handsome smile, alight with charm.
"That's right," he told her breathlessly.