11. The Laughter of Loki
Lucia lay on her usual marble slab, waiting for the nightly seduction. Natasha tore off her own ridiculous robe as soon as she entered the room, since tattered silk was a sad contrast to such cybernetic luxury. "Are you ready?" Lucia murmured.
"I thought we'd do something different tonight. Close your eyes." Natasha whipped the sash off her robe and tied it over Lucia's eyelids. She wanted complete freedom to play out the erotic possibilities she'd discovered while memorizing the tech manual to Lucia's physique.
"No pain play, please – I'm not Kronsteig…" Lucia's voice died out as Natasha found one diplode antenna hidden under NuFlesh behind the left ear. The agent blew on it to evoke an upstroke, the first step to heightening Lucia's sensitivity to the brink of her machinery levels. "Natasha – what are you doing?"
"Shh." Keeping an eye on Lucia's readout levels in the slab, Natasha opened a drawer to remove the vial of oil and poured some on her fingertips as well as between Lucia's legs. The thick liquid coursed slowly over the sensor plate acting as the woman's clitoris. Lucia gasped and reared as the oil dripped between the globes of her derriere. Natasha grinned; she was ready to get to work.
She slipped two slick fingers into Lucia's rear entrance and found a tiny button, a switch for Lucia's piezoelectric energy harvester. Lucia's legs began to move, tilting her pelvis up, and the NuFlesh over her pelvis and abdomen trembled. The cyborg's self-recovery system kicked in, but Natasha was ready to whisker right and left on the button, establishing a parallel connection to a secret resistive load.
Lucia screamed as her sensor plate swelled and grew, changing into a more phallic shape. "What's happening?" she shouted.
"Lots of good stuff." Natasha got up on the slab, kissed Lucia deeply, and felt the cyborg's vibrating tongue against her neck and nipples. "Ooh, Lucia – your mouth is so lovely."
"What – what – Natasha – climb on top of me…" she begged.
"Say the magic word." Natasha's grin turned into a laugh as Lucia gabbled her pleas and reached for her. She slid down the smooth body on the plinth, found Lucia's newly-swollen sensor plate, and slipped onto it, the oil making penetration easy. "Woah, that feels incredible."
Lucia still had a few tricks of her own. Somehow the cyborg accessed the vibro action in the sensor plate. The cylinder began to buzz inside Natasha's quim, making her eyes roll back in her head with pleasure. In response she tightened her walls and fluttered her flesh around the sensor plate, and Lucia, for the first time since Natasha had started to service the cyborg, clutched the spy and rose up from the marble slab. "Fuck me," she begged, standing with Natasha wound around her waist. "Fuck me, please, god, just do it now I want you I want you..."
"Well okay – oof!" Lucia slammed them both against the far wall and thrust into Natasha at breakneck speed. Already little dribbles of oil cascaded down their legs. "Hey, slow down. We have all night if you want."
"I can't – can't slow down…" Lucia's words were lost as she howled and bucked between Natasha's thighs. There was a slight click, and the sensor plate – now more of a tube – started to whine.
Overload. Natasha reconfigured the venation filter exchange accessible at the top of the spine. Lucia's material yield stress had to stay at 11MPa so her thermoelectronics wouldn't go open loop or develop a fatal error. "Let's take it slow," Natasha soothed. "You're so brilliant a star, Lucia. Kronsteig wheels around here showing off his superiority, but you remain quiet. Elegant. And in the end it's you who is completely in control."
Lucia's breathing rate slowed to more normal levels. At the same time, her pupils glittered, and she slipped one hand around Natasha's neck to pull her in for a long, deep kiss. The cyborg's lids closed, and Natasha pulled them back to the marble, where Lucia climbed onto her lap. In that position Natasha was able to find the mercurial helm just under the skin by the spine and stroke it in a 1-0-11-00-10100 pattern.
There was another, nearly imperceptible click. Lucia expelled a gentle sigh and cupped Natasha's face. "Oh, I love you," she said. "I'm in love with you, 5."
"I love you too," Natasha lied. The words came easily, the old habits returning like a comfortable shirt still warm from the dryer. "I love you, Mistress von Bardas."
"Lucia. Call me Lucia. Kiss me…"
Natasha complied, tasting Lucia's tongue. "So elegant," she repeated. "So intelligent. It's just a guess, but was it you who designed the baths system?"
"Of course. Are you impressed?"
"It's amazing." Natasha nibbled Lucia's neck. "And the entire energy system? The Spiders?" She reestablished their connection, and the sensor plate swelled again, making it possible to rub her slit over it like a slightly erect cock.
"5," Lucia moaned. "You're so beautiful."
"Am I? But will you always know me?" Natasha pressed Lucia down and climbed on top, sliding onto the sensor plate and swiveling her hips. "Always?" She picked up speed and thumbed Lucia's nipples.
"Always." With passionate fervor the cyborg kissed her neck, her lips, her breasts.
"Even if I ate the feast downstairs and became one of the Spiders?"
"Of course – oh, 5. It feels so soft, so ticklish…"
"How?" Natasha insisted. "How could you tell it's really me?"
"Your solitude," Lucia said. "Even in a crowd you seem to be alone. I would know you right away, even in a crowd of my Spiders."
"Right." Natasha was edging towards her own orgasm, but it was too late. Lucia spilled forth into her, shooting jets of some hot liquid from the sensor plate into the spy's body as the cyborg shook, screamed, and vowed her love.
"Tell me once again," Loki laughed. "She actually spent inside you?"
Natasha waved the tech manual at him. "This was the charm. I was able to access her subtlest orgasm as well as her love. Well, the electronic version of it, anyway."
"Quickened heartbeat? Warmed body temperature? Shivers under the skin?" he guessed.
"Yes."
Loki made a sudden movement and flung one leg over her, pushed her back on the bed with his face close to hers. "Was it satisfactory, loveplay with the wind up doll?" he hissed. "Did she kiss you, bring you to your own mortal version of release? Did she whisper words of love?"
"Shut up, Loki. It wasn't about that." Natasha struggled, but he held her tighter.
"What then?" His face was very grim.
"I went to get information – and as a matter of fact I got it."
He moved his face closer so they were a hair's breadth apart. "Tell me."
"Not if you're going to keep acting like a jackass."
"But you like this," Loki said. "I can sense your heart, speeding up under my touch, just as Lucia's did for you. Your pupils have dilated, and your eyes look huge with longing. Did she leave you wanting, Natasha?"
"Thor." She wanted to shut him up, and with satisfaction Natasha felt Loki rear back in surprise. "I discovered how to find Thor – and Clint, of course."
"Find. Not rescue."
"That's next."
"If you can manage it." Carefully Loki touched his tongue to her neck, blew on the damp spot.
"Oh, I'll manage it," Natasha purred.
"You still need satisfaction," Loki said suddenly. "You worked her up to the highest peaks, a sensation that should have taken hours to explore, and she crumbled under your touch too quickly. You were left vacant, still needy."
She held his gaze, refusing to give in. "What is it with you?" Natasha demanded. "Did your own mark get off too fast? And why is it always about sex when we have our little chats…"
Loki captured her lips with his in a hard, demanding kiss before he answered. "That royal fool said he wanted hours of punishment, yet he begged for mercy after mere moments. I have yet to find the lover who can keep up with me."
She raised her eyebrows. "Is that so?"
"I could give you pleasure right now," Loki whispered into her ear. "The hour is late – no one moves in the castle. You and I might be the only ones awake. I could suckle your skin until the sun rises."
Natasha just managed to stop shivering at the thought. The truth was the session with Lucia had left her keyed up, and the promise of languid, drawn-out caresses with Loki sounded far too good. "It's not right," she said weakly. "We pleasure others as a job in this hellhole – I don't want to be a job for you, Loki."
He turned, pulling her with him so they lay on their sides facing each other in the bed. There was a long silence, dotted with moths beating against the glass of the window among the ivy tendrils. "You will lay with me one day soon," he said in a low voice.
"On the island, as I said. If we can get there, I'll give you everything you want."
His face sparkled with a sudden smile and another panting laugh. "It has just become my most important quest: to get to this island."
Natasha grinned with him and they fell silent. Her heart thudded in her chest, and she could see where the skin of his neck jumped with his own anxious pulse. "Loki," she whispered.
With a groan Loki closed the distance between them and kissed her lingeringly. "Yes."
"Loki, we'll never go to sleep like this."
"I know." A wicked gleam entered his eyes. "What do you suggest?"
Natasha winked back, sat up, and took off the tattered robe. She tugged on his shirt, and Loki pulled it off, pushed down his breeches to reveal a very impressive erection. They lay back down together, and he whispered, "What are you going to do to me now?"
"Nothing," Natasha whispered back. "You're going to do it to yourself."
Loki's eyes fluttered and his mouth opened in shock; she took his lower lip between his teeth. "And what will you do?" he asked.
"The same thing." Natasha licked his tongue and pushed her hand down between her legs, her saddle already slick and ready for it. Loki moaned again and deepened their kiss as he grasped his hardness and started to manipulate himself; she could feel the muscles of his arm as he moved. "Don't hold back," she murmured against his lips. "I want to see it all – everything you hide from everyone else."
"Oh, Natasha…" Loki smoothed a slick bead of clear liquid from the slit of his head over the tip and shaft. "But I want the same thing," he insisted. "You must reveal every secret urge to me."
Oh, God. It was quite the exciting game she had just created for them, more electric than she had bargained for. Natasha could feel his prick pushing against her belly with his strokes, and she covered her breast with her free hand, twisted the nipple, moaned into his mouth. Her clit snapped, buzzed with desire. As they kissed, under his tongue she felt exposed like never before. "The first time you discovered yourself? How did it happen?" Loki panted, his lips touching hers.
"In the bath, under the water from the tap. Oh, I want it – oh, it feels so…"
"Don't you dare release just yet," he ordered and seized her fingers. Natasha flattened herself against him and bit his neck.
"And you? When did you discover how to pleasure yourself?" she demanded when she had recovered somewhat.
He brought his lips very close to her ear. "With Thor." Such a revealing whisper, filled with forbidden things of the night.
Natasha looked into his intent gaze. "That's kind of turning me on," she admitted, and a slow smile curved his lips.
"You are filled with mischief." Loki wound one arm around her waist even as he resumed his vigours with the other. "I never met anyone else who could match me, Natasha." His words were jerky, peppered with breathy sighs.
"May I touch myself again?" she moaned.
"Wait." His face trembled as he let go, and the hard shaft slapped against her belly. "Now, slowly."
"Oh, okay." She liked the idea of taking turns. Natasha circled her clit, making the lovely feeling flutter in each part of her, as though her entire body had became laced with fluttering nerves. "Now you – but slowly."
She felt his hands join hers, and filled with desperation they ground their mouths together, whining with delight and want. "So close," he gasped, and Natasha nodded.
"Me too." She licked him, tasting the delicious flavor of his mouth. "That's it – I can't…"
Loki reared back and spurted onto her, strong gouts of seed that felt strangely cool on her belly and legs. The sensation made Natasha lose all control and she shook with her own orgasm, tumbling against his chest to spend. Their bodies writhed together with the last of the paroxysms.
Several minutes or hours later, Natasha had no idea how long it was, Loki rose and cleaned them with his shirt. His smile seemed very depraved in the candlelight of her little room. "You are filled with mischief," he repeated.
"I hope you don't think we're done here," Natasha retorted.
She lost count of the number of times they did it, with finishes that arrived gently, soft as a whisper, or climaxes violent enough to shake the bed. It was so forbidden and yet completely natural at the same time, as though everything had been leading to that night. At last Natasha lay in Loki's arms, shivering slightly with aftershocks and feeling him tremble next to her. For the first time in her life she felt utterly relaxed, completely sated.
"You were the first," he whispered into her hair, "the very first who could keep up with me. You were like fire, Natasha, burning me with your heat."
"That was fucking amazing." She fell asleep suddenly to a wicked, merry sound: the laughter of Loki.