The story so far: even though loki and Cephera have been dreaming about each other for 200 years neither of them turned out to be what the other expected and both found themselves disappointed. Loki had a harder time with it then her. He took to insulting her creating a rift between them before they had a chance to even talk things over. In the end they made a truce to attempt to get along better.

Sorceress of the trees: yay! You like this Cephera. Me too. I find it fun to write her a little less calm and mellow. :p

Loki's dreamer: he is quite the bastard right now.

Doctor Loki love: perfection...why thank you!oh this won't be easy for the two of them. Hehe

Sidney love fiction: I loved your bang comment. desire for next tab...did you lose it at some point! Oh my god - Lol I try my best at making their relationship different each time.

Kat snowstorm: you have a beautifully evil mind. You and your BFF. Lol

Poodle warriors: the sexual tension is hard to live with when they current don't like one another.

Chapter 5

It was late night and her room was pitch black. Loki couldn't help but grin as he made his way to her bed. Her sleeping form under the thin sheet showed him she wore nothing in the way of a nightdress. Carefully placing one knee on the mattress, he slid his hand over the curve of her hip and down her leg a little ways. He enjoyed the feel of her curves as he came back up over her hip and over her waist. He trailed his fingers over her elbow and up her bare arm that rested on top curved up to lay under her cheek. She looked peaceful.

Loki leaned forward more and placed a kiss to her bare shoulder and her eyes shot open. She sat up quickly making the bed bounce ever so slightly. Her wide eyes stared at him with the unspoken words of 'what are you doing here?' But she didn't speak them. Loki reached forward brazenly and placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her toward him. She tensed a little but accepted his kiss. He grinned and pushed his tongue forward tasting her closed lips. She opened them and joined his tongue with hers. Her hand resting on the arm that was supporting him on the bed.

Her feather like touch on his skin sent a shiver up him. He pressed his body forward and she fell over, her lips were still locked with his. All apprehension in her body waning the longer their kiss lasted. He turned his head and tasted her deeper. When he broke away he wasted no time attacking her neck and shoulder leaving marks in his wake, both from his teeth and sucking. He licked those marks and yanked the sheet from her body.

She gasped but he gave her no time to recover. He quickly licked her breastbone and then sucked on her perky nipples squeezing and playing with her beautifully delightful mounds making her sigh. Her eyes were now closed and her head tilted back. She was squirming and he knew she must be wet. He slipped a hand down between her legs and bypassed her clit. He dipped two fingers inside her easily. She was beyond wet. Loki was a little surprised when she sat up abruptly and pulled the ties of his sleeping pants to loosen them making it easy to thrust her hand into his pants and grip his length. He groaned while she began pumping his erect length. His fingers pumped into her a while longer before he removed them and grabbed her by the arm, then tossed her to turn from him.

She yelped but he ignored her and grabbed her hips to pull her ass up toward him. Easily and roughly he pushed his pulsing cock into her dripping womanhood. She cried out in pleasure as she took his thrusts. He purposely pulled her back to meet each thrust embedding into her hard and fast. She mewled and cried out in pleasure even while his hands bruised the sensitive skin of her hips. Soon she was pushing her own hips back to meet him pumping in. He bent over her humping against her and biting down on her shoulder.

Her hand found the one now bracing him from falling on her completely. She grasped it and dug her nails in tight. Loki felt his mounting climax. He yanked his hand from her nails causing him to retrieve long scratch marks across his knuckles and once more placed his hand between her legs only this time he played with her clit. He was determined she meet her end as well. He flicked and rubbed her till she was a medley of sounds and when she came he enjoyed her walls squeezing him and he let himself go. He thrusted deep and exploded everything he had to give inside her still throbbing heat.

Loki woke and groaned. It seemed though they had finally met he still dreamt of her. Loki rubbed his temple and as he did the only other sounds he heard from his slightly ajar bedchamber door was a loud frustrated scream and something shattering. He couldn't help but grin, apparently she too still dreamt of him as well. Loki threw off his blankets and pulled on his pants. He made his way to her room and walk on in.

Her head jolted up and as soon as she saw him she glared. "Out!" She said forcibly.

"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" He asked her his grin splitting from ear to ear. His expression only seemed to irritate her further. In the far side of the room, he could see a broken glass strewn on the floor and it's previous contents spilled over the wall and mixing with the shattered remains. He looked back at her and she was holding her sheet up over her which amused him. Like his dream she seemed to have gone to bed naked. "Don't worry I've no plans to touch you...unless of course you've changed your mind and want me to."

"Don't hold your breath." She uttered looking slightly less miffed but more defeated. "I thought they would stop." She said chewing her bottom lip.

"As did I." He watched her face contort into several expressions before looking at him with renewed irritation.

"Is this your doing?" She asked heatedly.

"Why would I bother?" He asked back.

"I don't know. You are the prince of mischief." She all but growled.

"I can assure you I'd not waste my time on you when I am sure there are other, more worthy women to bed." Right after he'd said it he knew he'd regret it. It seemed insulting her was hard not to do considering his mind set about humans. Their truce was based on him keeping such insults to himself and he already, in less then eight hours, had failed. His usual silver-tongue was nothing but traitorous when it involved her.

"Out!" She said after getting to her feet. Her need to keep herself covered no longer applied as she approached him in anger. "I've had enough of your insults to last me a life time. Out!" She said again. Loki was more amused then afraid. It was true he had limited magic at the moment but she didn't scare him. He let her get as close as she dared. Apparently she must have thought he would have turned tail by now because she stopped and looked unsure of her situation. In the dim light he could see her shoulder and neck littered with hickeys and bite marks. His marks, the same ones he had given her in his dream. So she did indeed feel moments of real life repercussions.

Loki held up his hand so that she could see his wrist and knuckles. With his movement her eyes fall on his hand indicated and she looked over the marks made by her nails. He watched her reach her hand in front of her and inspect her nails for blood but found nothing there. "I don't understand." She said shaking her head and her anger once again dying off. She was easily distracted. He was learning much about her in a very small amount of time. Loki took her moment of distraction and snagged her wrist pulling her forward into his waiting arms and spun to pin her tightly to the wall. She cried out in surprise and attempted to push him away.

"We are not meant to fight this." He said to her. "You feel it as I feel it." He said taking in her scent.

"Yet you claim to not want me because I'm mortal. I'm not worthy." She growled back still pushing. Loki savoured the feel of her breast against his chest as he used his whole body to pin her. He was amused she hadn't used her magic to get away. A part of her was having trouble resisting.

"A set back but one I am willing to overlook." He told her licking her ear. She disappeared then and he only kept grinning.

"Overlook so you can make a whore out of me to be discarded once you've had your fill. I'm not worthy to marry, not worthy to court, according to you I'm not even worthy of the title of mistress." He had pushed that switch in her again. He wasn't trying he just seemed naturally good at it. "I'm only saying this one more time. Get...out." Her voice had dropped and so had her eyes.

Conceding Loki decided to savor the moment he had pressed against her and stepped out her bedroom door he hadn't had a chance to close since he walked in. "Tell me...did you bleed the first time I took you? Do you still hold your virtue or did I already reap that reward?" With a glare the door slammed in Loki's face with the force of her magic and he chuckled. He mused all the way to his room how different it actually felt to feel her flesh on his for real. Though the dreams felt real while within them, once he woke the feeling of realness would vanish. But feeling her soft skin outside the dream was intoxicating and it was hard to deny he wanted more and the proof was the raging erection that was currently in his pants.

Cephera woke to the sudden bright light that beamed in on her face from the curtains being pulled open to their fullest. She couldn't remember falling back to sleep but she had only had the one dream of him and she was thankful for it. She groaned and looked up to see a young female servant now bent to clean up the mess of glass on the floor. "Sorry." Cephera apologized about the mess. "I was having a nightmare."

"No bother milady." She said politely her eyes cast downward. At home on Mechanova she was used to having servants and so Cephera didn't bother her further and let her go about the job she had been assigned to. Cephera stood and found the dress she had worn the day before gone, a different garment laid out in its place.

"The prince Loki insisted your other clothes be cleaned and you to wear this." The girl pipped up as she saw Cephera inspect the soft material. She frowned after finding out it was something he wanted her to wear but it was also all she had. She slipped into it and found it fit her waist nicely. The sleeves were only small pieces of fabric attached at the wrists with golden like bracelets and it swooped in the neckline revealing a little of the swell of her breasts. The servant girl helped lace up the back making her breasts perk up more and a sash of violet went about the waist to offset the rest of the dress which was white. Only he would know her body type this well. He'd traveled it enough.

She felt heat rise in her cheeks as she remembered the moment last night he had her pinned to the wall and to him. Her heart had been beating so fast she thought she might die. Her mind had been unable to focus on anything but his touch and even though he barely touched her otherwise she had grown very wet with excitement. She felt ashamed of her bodies immediate reaction. She needed to be more careful around him. She needed to remember this was not a man who loved her but one who meant to use her.

"You look beautiful ma'am." The girl said and walked back to her work. Cephera looked at herself in the mirror and begrudgingly agreed. The dress did give her a sense of beauty. He had good taste. She combed her hair and tied it half up with a piece of ribbon and then stepped out of the room.

"I was wondering when you'd finally get up. The poor servant girl was frightened to enter without your permission. I practically had to shove her inside." Loki said. He was leaning against the wall with one foot bent behind him and his arms crossed lazily.

"I didn't know you were waiting for me...if I had I would have made you wait longer." She said but not in anger. Her anger had subsided since she actually managed to sleep Loki free for a few hours. However she remained weary of him.

"Don't tempt me. I will come in and fetch you myself with or without the servant watching." He warned her but he too seemed in a good mood. Cephera took a brief moment to look him over. He looked just as her dreams made him out to look. He was handsome and regal looking. She briefly wondered how he had viewed her before finding out what she was. Did he think she was beautiful? Had he wanted to marry her before her humanity killed it for them? "It fits." He said eyeing her in return.

"Yes." Cephera couldn't help but smooth her hands over the fabric. "Thank you." She said politely. She saw a smile twitch at his lips before he stood straight.

"You're welcome." He said and offered his arm toward her. "Shall we." She looked at his arm a moment and decided it could be worse. She circled her arm in his and allowed him to lead her away. It would be unfair of her at this point to not give him a chance to prove himself a different man then the one she originally met just the day before. So far she was pleasantly surprised by his calm, polite demeanour.