Pain/Sensation play with Wartrophy!Nat (what a twist!), body shots, chains, collar, Dom!Loki

Nat couldn't help but smirk up at him. Ever since the last time she'd brought Thor into the bedroom Loki had been biding his time, trying to do everything he could to butter her up. She could see through his plans as easily as she'd seen through them on the Hellicarrier. It was just a matter of time before he acted on them, so when he had her on her back, her hands over her head, and the tight chains that she'd once had Thor wrap around his wrists had materialized over hers, her lips twisted into an easy smirk.

"Classy. If I'd have known you'd wanted me tied up I could've just gotten a pair of cheap handcuffs."

"Ah, but those won't hold you like these will," he purred in her ear. He brought his hands to her breast, palming her through the fabric, and in half a heartbeat they disappeared. His flesh was cold on hers, making her gasp quietly as he tweaked one of her nipples, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger, before he leaned down to flick his tongue over the sensitive bud. She couldn't help but groan, shivering as she turned her gaze to follow him, turning pensive when he pulled away. Strange, he wasn't usually so-.

And then the collar materialized around her neck, heavy, the metal cold against her collarbone and making her cheeks flush bright red as a chain connected the manacles around her wrists to the heavy metal circle around her throat. He dragged his finger over the edge and she was sure he was ensuring his name was etched into the metal. Oh. Well then, that was new and exciting. She hadn't expected him to be so similar. Collaring hadn't been his thing, she thought, though judging by the erection pressing hard into her thigh she wasn't exactly right.

"You're mine, Natasha," he purred. "All mine. And you'll be so good for me, won't you my little spider? You'll be an obedient little pet, won't you?" He'd brought his lips up to caress the side of her face, breath hot against her ear as he traced a finger lazily around the edge of the collar. When she didn't answer immediately he pulled away and his finger caught on the loop so he could tug her up until her nose practically could touch his. The weight of his words hit her, making her gasp quick as the metal of the collar bit into her neck slightly.

"You're my trophy, aren't you my little one?" He asked, the words making his eyes light up, cock pressing even harder against her. Oh, that was how he wanted to play, was it?

"Y-yes, sir," she stammered, bringing her eyes down. Fine. She could play the obedient slave if he wanted it. No problem, she supposed. Though rules were laid down to be broken, especially when it came to Loki.

As it was he grinned and let out a slow chuckle before letting her lay back down and turning her over. He placed her hands far in front of her, pulling her hips backwards, and told her to hold fast to the headboard. "And stay quiet. If you don't I'll be very cross with you," he growled. "You don't want to upset me pet."

Well, when he put it that way. Wet, warm fingers pushed into Natasha so slowly that it felt almost like agony, even as he spread them to brush against her walls, finding the sweet spot within her almost immediately so that she whimpered and pushed her backside closer to his hand. She didn't let go of the headboard, though, refusing to give in so easily. Above her, Loki whispered how good she was, how plaint. Easy. All the while he stroked her g-spot, pressing a little harder every time until she was biting the blanket beneath her, tears beading in the corners of her eyes as she tried not to say a word. The pleasure was almost too much, making her limbs tremble and her knees quake as she bit harder and harder to keep the moans and squeals trapped in her throat. She wasn't going to give in, not yet. Wasn't going to-.

She wasn't expecting her first orgasm to rip through her, not that hard, as a strangle shout was torn from her throat as though the hands of the god were pulling everything from the deepest part of her soul, the noise mangled and muffled, but still more than he'd told her to make. A sharp smack spread across her ass, the pain mingling with the pleasure she still had coursing through her veins, making her head twist to look back at him. A tear or two stole down her cheek and he leaned forward to wipe it away before grabbing her by the jaw.

"What did I say about making a sound, little one?" He demanded, voice low and gravely as he glowered at her, cock still buried in her.

"To not," she whimpered as best she could with his hand holding her jaw. She'd have bruises there, but it wasn't as though she minded, especially when the slight pain of the collar was making the pleasure of having him still inside her much better.

"And what did you do? Answer me, pet," he growled as he tugged a little harder, rattling the chain that connected to her wrists. Resolutely she held on even tighter to the bed frame, though it seemed as though he was doing all he could to pull her away.

"I was loud, sir," she said, bottom lip quivering a little as she looked up at him with her best wide eyes. Once more he chuckled.

"Your tears aren't going to save you, pet. Turn over onto your back," he said after releasing her and giving her backside another hard spank, this one strong enough to jolt her forward a little. He pulled out of her before stepping to the edge of the bed. She watched, turning over, as he summoned a thick, gold goblet and took a sip of whatever was inside it, smirking as he watched her acquiesce to his orders. She licked her lips, anticipation thrumming in her veins and making her heart beat all the harder for it.

"As before, you're not to move. Am I understood?" He asked, kneeling once more between her legs. "And not a sound. Don't even think about it."

"Yes sir," she murmured, watching as he took the goblet and dribbled some of the liquid into her navel. She barely bit back a hiss, tipping her head backwards as her nails dug into the wood of the headboard. The liquid, mead she guessed by its color and smell, was hot, almost too hot, making her toes curl and her body clench. She felt it slosh in the small dip of her stomach and instantly froze up. Above her Loki laughed. His tongue dragged alongside her navel, teasing but not removing the liquid from her. As he finally moved his head closer, ignoring the way her body tensed to try and keep herself calm, he blew very lightly at the liquid. It chilled almost instantly. Her eyes flung wide as she watched him watching her, smirking and looking to make her react. Chills ran up her spine as she tried not to shift, tried to ignore the discomfort sinking into every fiber of her being as she quelled every impulse to turn over and spill the mead, dry herself off and make the shaking that had started stop.

They went on like this for some time. Loki would alternate between heating it up or cooling it down, watch as she'd sweat or shiver in turn, as his fingers roved up and down her skin, only making it more difficult for her to stay put.

"It's not so easy when you're chained down to not do anything, is it?" He purred against her skin, nipping at her tender side. That was it. Her hips jerked, trying to get away from his teeth as she struggled to keep the laugh inside, not wanting him to think she was mocking him, but she couldn't help herself for moving. It was too much, far too much. Pain, physical torture she could take. Sensations and the like? Not as easy to compartmentalize.

His reaction was swift, gripping her by the collar once more to lift her up. Her hands moved in front of her, unable to help herself even as she tried to hold on with all her might to the bed frame, sure this was all just another part of the test.

His lips crashed against hers when she was close enough, arms brought over and around his head to wrap around his shoulders as he sat her up on his lap. She was still wet, making it all the easier for him to press into her. "You just cannot follow the rules, can you pet?" He demanded, voice harsh as he moved his mouth to bite her throat, leaving marks up and down her skin where his teeth had been. "Can't stop disobeying me. Is this what you want, my fury? My passion?" He drove his hips harder into her, making her suck in a quick breath to keep from moaning. "We're far past that, pet. You've disobeyed me already, now I want you to scream."

And scream she did. When he'd had his fill of her on his lap, his hands having wrapped around her hips so he could slam her down onto his cock over and over again he'd laid her out on her back. Nat was sure there'd be a hole in the mattress from how hard he'd pounded into her, but it had been worth it. As before, he kept her on the edge for what felt like an eternity, though this time she was free to scream to the heavens and whoever else was above them in pleasure, her nails biting into her palms.

"Mine," he growled more than once, sucking on her bottom lip before kissing his way to her ear, "Mine. Mine."

"Yes-whatever you want, I promise." She gasped as his pace stuttered, a bit of his finesse lost. She tightened where she'd wrapped her legs around his waist, shifting her hips just so in order for him to brush up harder and harder against her g-spot. She wasn't going to last much longer, but knew at this angle he wouldn't either. "Please, Loki-."

"Come then. Come for me, Natasha," he hissed in her ear, setting her off like a powder keg. She wailed around him, meeting his hips with small thrusts of her own, trying to pull him in even closer. He followed not long after her, burying his head in her shoulder as he stilled above her, just barely holding himself up on all fours atop her. She kissed her way down his neck and collar, wherever she could reach, and when he pulled away she felt the water collect where his head had been, suddenly cold. She frowned to see him red-eyed above her.

"Loki-what's the matter?"

"I'm sorry-I didn't mean to-." He breathed deep. "I get possessive sometimes and I know it must be taxing."

"God, Loki. Don't apologize. I'm yours," she promised, allowing herself a small smile. With the faintest of pressure on the back of his head she managed to nudge him down to kiss her. "And I always will be. All yours."

A/N: Welp. Let there be feels.

Also this is it. Ch. 30. Where the heck did all the time go? It doesn't even seem real that I finally finished all the prompts-it all seemed so daunting.

Basically thanks so much for the support and putting up with my crazy, ridiculously twisted smutty mind. This fandom is beyond amazing, and you guys rock so much. =]