Silver and Scales

Chapter Twenty-Six: Forgiveness

"You heard me. Kneel."

Vyperia wasn't surprised to know that her furious pleas had lit a subtle fire in his stomach; though she was reluctant to understand that he wanted such an open display of dominance in an easily-intruded chamber hall such as the throne room. The appeal, though, of pleasing her king was ever more alluring than it ever was in the closed quarters of their bedroom.

Loki gazed at her, pleased to see that she was astonished by his simple order. He didn't have to read her mind to know that she was more than willing to appease him in such an intimate act, though the discretion was sure to fly out of the bargain in a room such as this. It was part of the act, though—his wife, his queen; his pet would display the utmost allegiance if she abandoned her pride to display to him one of the greatest acts of selfless pleasures.

Vyperia bit her bottom lip, easily becoming aroused as she gazed at his clothed body upon the throne. It was one of many circumstances that she found him irresistible, if not the most arousing that she had ever seen. Her eyes undressed him as Vyperia searched his gaze for some sort of cruel joke; but it was folly. She had seen that restrained penetration in his eyes several times before; it was very clear what he demanded of her.

He didn't ask. He didn't request it.

It was an order.

The sensation of one being doused with hot water overcame her senses. Her palms flashed warm. Her cheeks reddened when swift images of him gasping from ecstasy flashed through her mind. Upon hearing the vacant, lucid moans in her head—rampant, wanton expressions upon his authoritative face—Vyperia stepped forward and slowly lowered to her knees.

Loki's eyes followed her as she knelt down in front of him.

"What will you have me do, My Lord?" asked Vyperia.

Although her voice was quiet, it was thinly veiled with eagerness. At the end of her sentence, she bit her bottom lip in order to contain the hidden zeal that now jumped in the fiery pits of her lower belly.

Loki said nothing in response, but his hands came to loosen his trousers. Vyperia seized his hands around his wrists to stop him; she smiled weakly at Loki as she pulled away his fingers. She scooted forward between Loki's knees to obtain a closer control in front of him. Loki merely gazed at her.

"Let me…?" she requested softly.

He nodded his acknowledgment. Vyperia loosened her grip around his wrists and numbly unbuttoned his trousers. He watched her apathetically, though his stomach churned with ire as he watched Vyperia undo the restraints around his throbbing member. Her submission was the root of his arousal. While her anger had been the instigation of Loki's sudden craves of human contact, he found that he really liked how easily she had switched from being an enraged queen of Asgard to a compliant, domesticated servant.

Vyperia pulled at his trousers inch by inch. She placed one of her prying hands along the inside of his clothed thigh. Loki felt her other hand slip down his trousers to free him from his restraints; he uttered a pleased sigh as she grasped him with a generous open palm. Vyperia sucked her own bottom lip to keep her bottled urges in check.

Vyperia's stomach churned with rough desires as her eyes gazed upon his throbbing cock in her hand. She wanted to mount him instantly, to show him just how willing she was in order to do what was necessary—but, selfishly, her own build up was becoming painful and she needed that same release.

"You will beg for your forgiveness." Loki told her calmly. "I will give it to you once you have earned it."

Vyperia smiled at him.

Her fingers wrapped around him and stroked him gently, a tantalizingly slow up and down motion that had Loki part his mouth; his jaw lowered in obvious torment, though it was a beautiful sight to see as it was apparent that this was something that he liked. Vyperia relished his expression.

"Tell me what you need me to do," said Vyperia obediently. "Tell me, and I'll do what my King asks of me. I will comply."

Vyperia's eyes trailed from his face to see his hands grip the edges of the throne's arms. His knuckles paled around the wooden frame. She smiled slightly as she turned her head to see him close his eyes. Vyperia leaned her head forward and slid her tongue along the underside of his cock.

Loki uttered a small groan of approval.

"Show your King how obedient you really are," he said with closed eyes. His voice was thick with arousal, a deep roll that stirred Vyperia's burning pool of need. "Beg for your forgiveness."

"Please, My King," said Vyperia…

Loki's eyes tightened as her mouth met his throbbing cock in her hand. Against the head of his erection, her lips moved against him as she spoke,

"Forgive me, My Lord."

Vyperia stole a glance at his hands that gripped the arms of the throne. Her mouth upon the head of his cock tendered for a swift moment, relishing in his obvious need as she teased him with her moistened lips.

"Vyperia." Loki's voice was stern with demand.

Vyperia smirked, but relinquished her taunts. Her mouth enveloped him fully.

Loki uttered a clear, concise moan as her lips wrapped around the base of his cock. Vyperia's hands fell to inner thighs, heeding him still as she played the part of an obedient servant. Loki's hips teetered upon lying still and moving to meet her bobbing head.

She uttered a small gasp when one of his hands left its cramping hold upon the arm of the throne to hold fast in the tangles of her blonde hair; his fingers pulled her head forward for better gravitation as her playfulness hardened him further. He clenched his teeth as he felt her cheeks suck in; the space in her mouth grew limited and she tightened around him.

"Oh, yes…"

His words left his mouth in restrained bliss, but they were very audible. Vyperia felt herself become immediately wet upon hearing words of ecstasy escape his lips.

Vyperia tongue lashed around him greedily as she came up for air. Her hand replaced her lips, stroking him with her aching fingers.

"Oh…good girl…" Loki moaned when he felt the transition from her hungry mouth to her fast fingers.

She felt her cheeks redden with longing. Vyperia's tongue peeked across the corner of her mouth with edging eagerness. She reveled in his pleasures, watching him with delight as his expression of power turned to one of little control.

"Tell me what you need," she whispered.

His hips began to jerk beneath her hand. Vyperia bit her bottom lip once more to stop herself from wanting to mount him and cure her own urges. Loki's hand that was grasped roughly in her hair pulled her down; upon knowing his need, Vyperia wrapped her lips around his cock once more. Loki moaned her name.

Her hand that caressed his inner thigh bruised him as she heard his call to her.

Vyperia felt throbbing pain between her legs.

"You know what to do," Loki said hoarsely, buried by a needed release. "Show your King just how much you want to please him."

He guided her mouth up and down his cock; his hips made slow, steady, controlled thrusts into her mouth. His eyes watched her with anticipation, drawing close. His breath left its shallow pace and became labored as he edged toward his release. Vyperia moaned as her mouth sucked hungrily around him. Loki's lips parted as the vibrations of her voice pulled him toward the extra inch.

Loki's heavy breathing ceased. Vyperia tasted his seed that spilled into her mouth as he came, and she readily swallowed. Doused in a fervor that now pooled between her legs, Vyperia licked the remnants of his arousal from around his erection and then her reddened lips. She withdrew to smile at him.

"Am I forgiven?" she asked sweetly.

Loki scoffed. He reached forward to grab her rough by the shoulders.

"Not until I say that you are. Come here, pet."

Vyperia rose to her feet upon command.

"Take off your robe."

Vyperia obeyed without question. Loki watched with a wide smirk as she untied the sash around her waist and properly shed the only piece of clothing that hid her curvy body. The robe fell to the floor with a swift flourish. Vyperia stood before him, poised with an elegant sheen of sweat on her body. His eyes scrutinized every inch of her with hunger. Vyperia's felt a stir in her stomach as his gaze landed just above her waistline.

He gestured for her to step forward.

Vyperia placed a knee on the seat between his legs; her other foot held her balance as she hovered over the arm of his throne. Loki's hand settled underneath her heated mound of nerves. The brush of his fingertips along her wet folds nearly drove her to utter madness. She bit down hard on her lip to conceal a breathless moan as she felt his hand cup her between her legs.

"You are nearly ready to welcome forgiveness, pet," said Loki with a mischievous gaze. "Never are you truly satisfied, are you?"

"Nor are you, My Lord," Vyperia answered breathlessly.

"Satisfaction is not in my nature." Loki retorted evenly.

"I could get you close to that, Sir," Vyperia remarked, looking down at him coyly.

Loki's hand separated as a single digit taunted her wet opening; she uttered a small cry of wanton need as he teased her.

"Are you so confident in your abilities that you can wager that?"

"I beg for forgiveness, isn't that what the stakes are?" Vyperia breathed.

"You are forgiven when I say that you are: not any time before then."

"Then must you taunt me so?" she replied with evident ache in her voice as his single finger barely grazed through her wet entrance.

It sent delicious shivers up and down her spine and her legs.

"Please," she begged him, gazing at him. "Please, let me satisfy my own need…"

"What will you learn from that, pet?" he asked her.

"I ache…" she whimpered.

Even as she spoke, Loki could feel that she spoke the truth as a slow gush of moisture slicked his fingers as he teased her.

"Yes, you ache. You ache for me, and only me."

Loki raised a hand to her face; he palmed her chin and brought her forward to kiss him fully on the lips. His tongue slipped between her parted lips. She moaned into the kiss. Then she cried out into his mouth as two fingers pushed through her wet barrier to slide against her naked walls. Vyperia's hand held his shoulder for support as she bore down hard against his hand. Loki broke the kiss to watch Vyperia mount his fingers in ecstasy.

"Oh, yes!" Vyperia moaned aloud as her hips pushed roughly against his prodding fingers. He tended to her dire need like a king who rewarded such a willing servant. Vyperia's hand along his shoulder gripped hard.

"Is that what you want from me, Vyperia?" he asked her, his eyes engrossed upon her engaged reaction.

"Yes…Yes…"

Loki shook his head.

"No."

He withdrew his fingers pulling a disappointed groan from her beautiful mouth. Loki moved her with demand. She straddled his waist. Vyperia's moans increased in volume as he forced her dripping sex upon his rejuvenated, hardened cock. Loki leaned his head against the back, feeling her walls tighten hard around him. Vyperia's hands held tight to the neck of the smooth throne, holding it for much needed support as she rode his furious thrusts.

"Ride me," he hissed at her.

She needn't much more persuasion.

Vyperia cried out as her hips danced against his pelvis. Loki's lips parted in pleasure as she pulled him closer to release. Vyperia's breaths came labored; her entire body shook with craving as she hungrily mounted him.

"Oh, Loki, yes!"

She felt her own orgasm coming on…

"Don't make me stop…please…Don't make me stop, My Lord…"

Loki's fingers gripped roughly around her hips.

"Whatever you do, my pet," he moaned as his thrusts became less controlled…"Don't stop."

Vyperia took that order with the greatest of sincerity.

He made a vindictive thrust as he pulled her hips down onto his; she cried out in surprise, pain, and unrestrained rapture as he sent her over the edge. Vyperia's walls constricted around him painfully; and he winced as they closed shut around his cock. Vyperia's hands fell from the neck of the throne to hold fast to his shoulders. Vyperia unclenched and clenched traumatically around him. Her tight hold pulled him over his edge and his release came steady.

Vyperia uttered a small chuckle in his ear.

She lowered her head to place her forehead against his. Their breathing synchronized as they slowed to small panting, eyes closed.

"You are forgiven, my pet." Loki whispered softly.