With a moan, Annalise woke to a delicious, insistent throbbing between her legs. Her knees were spread wide and her husband lay between them, his face buried in her pussy.
"Fuck," she mumbled with an arch of her back.

The girl could feel the vibrations of him chuckling against her wet, flushed skin. He sucked one of her folds into his mouth with a wet slurp, then pulled his mouth away with a smack of his lips. His green eyes flickered with devious self-satisfaction as Loki gazed up at her from between her thighs.

"Good morning, little Queen."

Clearly disinterested in further discourse, he returned to his treasure. Annalise was sopping wet from both her husband's contributions and her own juices. Her mind was numb with pleasure. She shivered as he traced his nose against her sensitive inner thigh, and when he nuzzled at her clit, her hips rose up off the bed and she moaned. Shushing her, he placed a large hand on her lower belly to hold her in place. He was enjoying himself and wouldn't allow her to ruin his fun. He took another lick, then stared intently at her flushed, swollen cunt.

"You are so sweet," he murmured offhandedly. "Just like a little peach."

The Queen moaned as he disappeared again. His tongue moved so slowly she could scream. Up, down, licking between this fold and that, dipping inside her, flicking at her clit. Despite his hand pinning her down, Annalise dug her heels into the mattress in yet another attempt to push up and arch her pelvis at him. The girl was deliriously desperate for more.

When he slapped her thigh she stilled, but only after huffing loudly at him. Her pout was interrupted when his tongue played at her entrance, drawing tight little circles around her hot core.

Annalise groaned in frustration and tried arching her hips again, only to be met with the same slap. It was the closest thing to spanking he could give her in such a position and it was nearly as effective. Though she shuddered when he lazily fucked her with his tongue, she otherwise stayed still.

The King's fingers danced along her tummy, her muscles fluttering as he toyed with her. At some point her fingers buried themselves in his silky hair and Loki grunted in appreciation as she tugged. His soft, strong tongue leisurely entered her and then withdrew, repeating the actions over and over. Eventually he lost interest in her entrance in favor of her clit, as it pleased him when she twitched each time he stroked his tongue against the little pearl.

By the time he could no longer ignore the cock straining against his trousers, Annalise was beside herself. The King fumbled with his breeches and pulled out his length, stroking firmly as he tortured her. She'd exhausted herself tugging and pulling and whining at her husband to fuck her, or at least let her come, but he had ignored her pleas. With a lascivious grin he finally suctioned his lips around her painfully sensitive clit and began suckling, his tongue laving against her nonstop.

With a scream she came, and this time he allowed her taut body to bow off the bed. Loki rested his chin on her thigh as she came down, chuckling. Still panting, Annalise glared adoringly.

Pushing his trousers the rest of the way off, he climbed onto the bed and crawled to her. Before he so much as touched her, his Queen dove for his mouth, kissing and licking herself from his lips.

With a growl he wrestled her into his lap, her back against his front. Easily he lifted her, causing her to squeal. He spread her legs open on either side of his thighs, rendering her almost completely immobile. The King guided her down onto his cock, both sighing in satisfaction once he was buried to the hilt. Though still mostly incoherent from her first orgasm, Annalise rocked her hips impatiently, earning a groan from her King. He wrapped a long arm around her chest and gently gripped her neck from the front. He brought his mouth to her ear.

"Patience, little peach," he rumbled.

Obstinately Annalise thrust her hips and though Loki chuckled, his grip on her throat tightened. Slipping his free arm around her trunk he lifted her several inches and he leaned back against the headboard. Knees bent for leverage, he began to piston into her from beneath, causing the poor girl's head to fall back as she saw stars. Loki loved fucking her after using his mouth on her. She was so incredibly responsive to his touch.

He played with pace, torturing her with long, slow strokes, fast, almost violent pumps and a mixture of the two. By the time she was writhing in his gasp she was back to her orgasm-hungry self which prevented him from reasoning with her, no matter how tight the grip on her neck. He lowered her back onto his cock, and dragged his other hand teasingly down her body, settling it between her legs.

His Queen arched against him when his fingers dipped into the slick juices that wept from her cunt, then made their way to her clit. Delicately he ran the tip of his middle finger around the hard little bud, chuckling when his wife grunted and tried to thrust her hips wantonly. She was stretched open, each of her thighs spread over his, and when she started thrashing he knew she had realized all power had been taken from her.

With a smirk he held her tightly by her throat, ignoring the greedy hands that scratched at the arm between her thighs. He murmured false sympathies in her ear, cooing and reassuring her.

"I know, sweet one. I know how much you need it. It feels so good, does it not?"

Completely incapable of forming a sentence, she simply whimpered, nodding her head.

"You can fight and you can scream, but you know I will only let you come when I want you to. Your orgasm belongs to me," he hissed in her ear.

Her nails dug into his forearm in response.

"Please!"

"Soon," he purred.

Gently he tapped her clit and she groaned in angry frustration. Abandoning her assault of his arms, she moved a hand above her head, digging her fingers into Loki's hair as if her grip was the only thing keeping her sane.

The King shifted so that they reclined slightly and angled her face so that she could see him thrusting in and out of her, the finger that had been on her clit just far enough away to give her a good view.

"Do you see how perfectly you take me? You were born for this, my little Queen. Come," he growled.

With a shriek Annalise came, bucking wildly to the best of her ability given her position. Annalise's walls squeezed and fluttered around him as he thrust up into her, coaxing every last whimper and groan from the girl as Loki continued his frenzied pumps. Her jaw trembled as she came down, stars still impairing her vision.

Post-orgasm delirium hit the Queen and she melted back against him. Her King smirked and scooped an arm beneath each of her knees, effectively lifting her from his lap by several inches. Without warning, he hammered violently up into his wife, making her scream as his heavy sac smacked against her over sensitive clit. To his delight she came yet again, squeezing him tightly enough that he lost complete control and let loose, pounding against her brutally as he chased his own orgasm. With a roar he erupted inside her, hot come painting the inside of her as he growled.

For several minutes they lay in a sweaty, panting heap. Annalise scrubbed her face with her hand and tried to get up, failing miserably. Her legs were still Jell-O. Loki chuckled and she elbowed him. She may have been gaining Asgardian strength through her "daily pumpings," but it took much more than a tiny elbow to phase her husband. Gingerly he picked her up off of him and tasked himself with cleaning her.

He had just finished and had the nerve to start nibbling on her neck yet again while she swatted, too delirious for more when voices raised outside their bedroom door. The King rose and donned a robe while Annalise clutched the sheet to her chest.

"Enter," commanded Loki.

She could hear the scuffle of feet as Loki's guards moved out of the way to allow the visitor through.

A huge gray-black Chitauri scuttled into their bedroom, bowed and removed his helmet. Annalise couldn't hold back her gasp as he revealed his grotesque, skull-like face. It chattered at the King and Loki responded in English.

"Keep searching."

The general nodded, bowed once again, and left.

Annalise was too busy glaring at her husband because he'd almost let another man see her naked to recognize the solemn look on his face. He frowned.

"The Chitauri can no longer contact the Other. It appears he has retreated back into space."

"The who?"

Loki sighed impatiently and turned to face his wife. He paced alongside the bed.

"The Other. The… entity that gave me the Chitauri army. I bartered the Tesseract for them."

She propped herself up on an elbow.

"That's the blue thing?"

"Er, yes. It is the big, glowing blue cube that powers the other blue things. Like my men and the golden staff."

Annalise rolled onto her back and stretched languidly.

"You should let your blue-eyed SHIELD men go. Or at least make them normal. I bet they'd stay," she mentioned with a yawn.

Her husband caught her off guard when he loomed over her, grabbing his Queen's chin with uncomfortable firmness.

"Listen, Annalise. This is very serious."

Flushing that he'd resorted to treating her like a misbehaving child, she nodded and met his gaze.
"The Other could prove to be an incredible problem. He is very, very strong. If I did not have the Tesseract in my possession, he would be more powerful than I."

The girl swallowed hard and nodded jerkily.

"I understand," she breathed.

He let go of her and she pulled away, experimentally flexing her jaw where he'd held it.

"I must locate and dispose of him."

Loki perched on the side of the bed.

Annalise rose on her knees and crawled behind him, pressing a kiss against his bare shoulder.

"Or… we could just continue on as we have been. We're going to have enough problems with humans adjusting… The summit was one of many that need to happen. There is so much to worry about here, why take on another problem?"

"Because he will come for it at one time or another. He wants revenge. I do not want that possibility looming over my son's head."

She quirked an auburn brow and rubbed her belly.

"Son?"

Loki nodded matter-of-factly.

"Son. I have a feeling."

She laughed.

"The Mighty Loki has a feeling, so it must be."

With a growl he was on her, her throat grasped tightly in his hand once more.

"Say it again."

"What?"

"My name, say it again," he hissed.

She groaned, biting her lip in anticipation.

"Loki."

With a rumble his mouth was on hers. He kissed the breath from her, her heart beating rapidly at his sudden change in demeanor. God, she loved him like this. Aggressive and possessive.

He cupped her jaw and crawled over her, his hardening cock brushing against her thigh. Without putting up a fight, she fell backwards, her knees spreading open for him automatically. The King surged forward, sheathing himself in one thrust. She was sore and sensitive from their rigorous fucking, but she couldn't help the burn that reignited in her lower belly. Loki released his grip on her neck and instead took each of her hands in his, weaving their fingers together and pinning her arms above her head. She tried to raise off the mattress in search of his lips but he tutted her and shook his head.

"When you are on your back with me inside you, you belong to me, you obey me," he hissed.

She couldn't keep the whimper that slipped from between her lips, or the extra firm contraction of her cunt around his cock. The corner of Loki's mouth quirked.

"I know. It pleases me as well," he purred against her ear.

It could have been the over sensitivity, or the nasty things he was whispering to her, or a combination, but that was all it took for Annalise to arch against him, her hips wildly seeking his. With a groan her husband released her hands and rose up, fucking her firmly through her orgasm. Tempted to draw yet another one from her, Loki debated putting off his own pleasure. But, he quickly decided against it and began battering her pelvis with his own. The King's head fell back as he came with a silent shout, flooding her cunt once again with his seed.

Despite feeling the culmination of their pleasure dribbling down her thighs, Annalise held Loki to her when he began to rise. She wasn't ready to part. With an incredibly self-satisfied smirk Loki rolled them to the side, spooning his wife as he stayed buried inside her as they both drifted back to sleep.