As much as the red room graduate wanted to slip a word in
to give him a bit of a clue to the things she had up her sleeve.
For now she held her tongue, feeling the grip of his fingers
along her jawline. Despite his lack of muscles his grip got
tight and that hurt but it was a pain she was all to use to. Yet
she did not flinch nor give off any physical sign of it.
â Keep thinking that. â
Suddenly, he found this utterly and entirely boring. The lack of reaction from her meant his games had been repetitive to the point where she could see through him. What was the point of this if he could not provoke a reaction from her? These thoughts came to the point of his grip on her jaw entirely releasing, his arm returning to his side. No word left him at this point, emerald hues cold and calculating. He was thinking on how to turn this to his favor again.Â
Oh how they where both so stubborn. Playing these little games with
each other as if they had been partners in this childish thing people
called love. Even with the gentle place of his hand against her skin it
had been like two lovers embracing each other in adoring glances to
outsiders but to each other they where glares of sass and trickier pushing
buttons no one else dare to push.
â like Iâd slip up and just tell you. â
     âAs if you have anything I could not simply...take.â
That smile of his was vile, emerald hues flashing with delight as he tightened his grip upon her jawbone, as if he intended to lift her from the ground with that grasp. While he was not as muscular or strong as his brother, he was stronger than a mere mortal. He wondered how she would respond to this. A touch of fear in those eyes, perhaps? Or a bit of shock? His guess was that she would act as if nothing was happening, even as he started to lift her upward.
Emeralds starred heavily upon the mischievous god, there distance so close she could feel his breath. Her smile as sly as it was stuck upon her visage. She could see it clearly, he was close to breaking, the way his hands moved behind him, created the tension she was looking for.
â Well then there goes both of our rewards. â
That sly smirk, she thought she had him cornered. Those emerald hues of his softened, hands unclasping from his back. Slowly, his right arm moved so that his hand was palming her cheek, thumb gently sliding along her skin in a soft touch that could have been mistaken as adoration. If one didnât know him all that well.
     âWhat could you possibly have for me?â
She has always regarded herself as a PROPER daughter, of course, forever COURTEOUS in her fatherâs presence, always DELIGHTED by his appearances within her life. Well, perhaps not ALWAYS. Here, on this street, she is merely HAPPY with her fatherâs familiar form. Her ever-present joy at the sight of Loki cannot be the end of her newfound WORRIES.
The Liesmith is LOOSE. Hel expected no such thing, let alone that he be so CLOSE to her while she wanders Midgard. Loki settles HEAVY within her mind, each thought SCRAMBLING to make sense of him, of what he is DOING here, of what he MIGHT DO in this realm. She has asked for NONE of this, wanted only to try and take in the sights around the constant THROBBING that the living induce in her temples.
âFATHER,â is a slow word on her tongue, drawn into its own eternities. Her smile falters at the edges, and she knows she should not be so CONCERNED. Not all of his mischief be so BRUTAL, if even he is present to pursue it. This could be some grand ADVENTURE. The thought does not find Hel holding her breath in anticipation. âWhat a SURPRISE it is to find you here.â
There was ever a scheme brewing within his mind. Ranging from a minor trick to amuse himself, possibly others, to the overturning of a throne, in order to place himself upon it. His mood dictated which it could be more often than not, thought lately he sought a throne more-so than the soft laughter of others to a trick used to undermine a singular entity. As such, he was oft in thought, considering his next steps before he even made the precursor.Â
However, the singular call of âfatherâ caught his ear, recognizing the tone and timbre of the voice in question. His head turned, emerald hues gazing over his shoulder to find of all people, his daughter standing there. Her words earned a chuckle from him, turning to half-face her now rather than remain staring over his shoulder.
     âA surprise, indeed.
   Might I ask how you managed to make your way to Midgard?â
The god questioned, lips curled slightly into an inquisitive smile. From his memory, his last distinct knowledge of his daughter was that she was within the realm named after her. Helheim. And there she was bound. Yet, here she stood. My, like Father like Daughter.
The Russian red headed smiled up at the mischievous god
who almost closed off the space between the. Only inches
apart now Natalia couldnât help but hold a smirk  at his words.
Teasingly the spy gave a sly smirk.
â No, Iâll keep it to myself.â
   âNow, isnât that a shame.â
The god looked down at the woman as she closed the distance between them, emerald hues meeting similar as she shot that sly smirk. Temptation to grasp at her throat and drag the words from her rose, especially as she spoke. His grasp at his own wrist tightened, keeping arms bound behind him. No need to give her the satisfaction of a rise, not yet.
     âI would have... rewarded a proper response.â
Emerald hues regarded the woman as she let that smug scoff pass her lips. It was simultaneously endearing and annoying, though her couldnât necessarily pick which one he favored more. Lips curled into a half-smirk, hands clasping behind the small of his back as he stepped toward her smaller frame.
       âAnd yet you havenât.
     Something else you would rather say?â
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He knew her, in a way no one else did. Stubbornness and all, like if theyâd been something when theyâd simple just been this. Feelings? There where no feelings in this, they didnât speak, spill emotions or care. Every action he did was like to push her towards a breaking point, pushing her to satisfy her, he knew thatâs what turned her on. Testing her limitations as she where training in the red room yet this, this was way better then that. This was pleasure, purely pleasure and pain. A pain she enjoyed more then one should.
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It was ever so entertaining to use her as he desired, and she just let him do so. She never fought him, only sometimes she had her own requests. They used each other to ends others would consider strange. But for the two of them, it was an exciting venture for the both of them. They regarded nothing but their own pleasures, and that was all. And Natalia was rather interesting, for a human. She knew her place next to a god, and he had to commend her for that. Emerald hues flickered over the woman as she stay below him, in her rightful place. On her knees.
The sensation of her lips around the shaft of his cock was wonderful, fingers digging into those wonderful red locks and pulling as he kept his handhold nice and tight. Soft noises of pleasures left his lips, along with that light smile of his plastered on his lips. His gaze never left her own, and she seemed not to care that he was abusing her throat as he pleased. In fact she seemed to be relishing the fact that he was demanding her body.
He continued to repeatedly make her lips meet his pelvis, keeping himself sheathed fully inside of her throat. He could feel the muscles working around his shaft, swallowing and convulsing in the attempt to breathe. He pulled back, letting her suckle on just the head of his shaft, before fucking her throat as ferociously as he could.Â
      âYouâll have to suck harder if youâre to make me cum.â
He taunted her, just a bit. The rough pulling at her hair and bucking of his hips would have convinced her to do it even if he hadnât spoken anything at all. Natalia was ever so good at doing what was required of her, even without him saying a thing.Â
           âNatalia, come now.
        Finish the job so we can move on~â
The gasp that fell from her lips was delicious, delightful. His fingers continued to sink into the flesh of her backside, gripping her rear as if he never desired to let go. Why would he want to, while this woman was close? It would be tantamount to giving up a kingâs ransom. He continued to grasp at her flesh as her tongue and teeth assaulted his flesh, feeling her marking up his neck at her leisure. It was interesting to wonder just how she would leave her signature in bruises and markings up to his earlobe as her hips worked down against his own. Only to then be replaced by her hand. He could feel her digits sliding along his length, teasing him as her teeth lashed at his earlobe.Â
      âMmm, my desire for you can not be measured~
        But we shall see if it can be shown~â
His smile grew, his left hand leaving her rear, only to strike it a moment later. Even through the clothing she wore, he could feel that flesh jiggle, shift at the strike, just enough. His hips lifted to her touch, pressing against her hand hungrily.
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Why stop? Why beg for passionate sex?, anyone could give her the pleasure of that. No one could dominate her, force her to do things with out feeling some sort of remorse or worry for her being, She didnât need that, didnât need the sorry feelings or even feelings to enjoy the rough sex. The nature of Lokiâs actions alone made him the only man up to pleasing the womanâs standards. She wasnât a person to want to snuggle after sex, wasnât one to drip in emotional love and neither was Loki, thatâs why this this was perfect what ever this was.
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She was ever so stubborn, and she rather enjoyed taking her time to show that she was doing what he wanted because she wanted too, not because he demanded it. Emerald eyes flickered hungrily as she sucked on her teeth, that sound of annoyance filling the air. So she wished to be difficult did she? Well, there were ways he could fix that, but he couldnât lie to himself of all people. He enjoyed how difficult she was. She listened, in the end. But having her blindly follow his commands would have been boring. But that thought was reserved towards her alone. He would easily kill any others who did such a thing.
A smile took his lips, throat producing what could be a noise of pleasure as her silky lips finally parted at the head of his cock, and she easily swallowed him. The warmth of her mouth was particularly enjoyable, her tongue writing beneath his shaft, the veins pressing against flesh in all directions. His hips shifted as she managed to take him down to the very hilt of his shaft, plush red lips encircling his cock as she kissed his hips. And he made sure to have her nose pressed tight to his skin as well.
      âI do not know why you resist.
       Quite obviously you enjoy swallowing my shaft.â
He chuckled lightly, not making a comment about how her saliva was building up, as if in excitement. Provoking her at this point in time wouldnât end well, though she might not do what she could threaten. Ether way, it was not worth the potential risk. So instead, he decided to continue on with what he had planned, rather than have her sitting there sucking his cock as if it were a candy treat.
His grip tightened on her hair, pulling it tight so she would have no place to escape him, his hips grinding against her face. No doubt she could feel his cock shifting about in her throat, just as he felt the walls of her throat closing around his cock. So he began to buck his hips, none to kindly nor softly. From suddenly making her take his entire length into her mouth to fucking her throat in no time flat, he was certainly enjoying himself. And he figured she was a fan of the rough treatment anyway.
He was rough, dominate even for a man who was always
second best to the mighty Thor of Asgard. It pleased the
Russian assassin who had been tested for years of her
strength in the red room, not to let anyone over power her.
She enjoyed that, enjoyed the one person who would over
power her if even just slightly. It made her feel weak, and
human unlike the monster she had been created to be.
Sheâd never admit it to him, that he was the one person who
made her feel normal a man of mischief made her feel like
this. Instead sheâd let him, sheâd allow this man to take
advantage to take his lust filled desires out on her body.
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Emerald hues watched the reactions she gave carefully, judging whether or not his assaults were enjoyed. More often than not, each strike or mark he left upon her flesh was welcomed and often accompanied by a desire for more. And thus he continued to be more and more aggressive with her. And never had she told him to stop. Even as she grunted from his assault on her ass, she never said to stop. He enjoyed that he could take her as he pleased, not worrying whether or not she would be able to handle it. That was always something the Asgardianâs seemed to worry about. How gently they could handle a partner. It was disgusting. Why coddle in the throws of hunger? Of desire? No, he was of the mind one should always go all out.
      âThere are better things your lips could be doing
          rather than talking.â
His cock throbbed in her touch as she followed his insistence, watching her kneeling before him. Of course that was a bit of a turn on. Having her kneeling at his feet and pleasuring him was a bit of a position of power. Emerald hues kept on hers as she stroked him, his left hand tangling in that red hair, getting a good handful of the locks. If she was going to make him direct her properly, she was going to regret it. That patient smile appeared on his lips, one that seemed to signal that he wasnât at all patient at that moment.
She had learned quickly so far, but she seemed to fail to grasp the concept that he wanted her lips and not her hands. Well, not necessarily. He preferred her mouth to her hands, but they were surprisingly soft when she wanted them to be. That seemed to be a thing for her. She seemed to be hard and rough, but when the mood struck her she was supple and soft. He had to wonder if that was part of the training she had been through, but he didnât care enough to ask. After all, they were only interested in the fucking part of whatever this was.
His smile grew as his other hand joined on her head, this one gently running through those locks of hair, his hips pressing forward despite the grasp she had on him, the bulbous head of his cock pressing to those rather lush lips of hers. He said nothing at this point, watching her expectantly. If she wasnât to open willingly, he could easily make her. All it would take would pulling her hair or cutting off her air until her mouth opened to make a sound of discomfort. It wouldnât be difficult, and she knew that.
It was easy, losing herself in these moment with him.
He made her small, weak, vulnerable and fragile in his
arms, a feeling never thought to exist inside her. It wasnât
comforting, it was excitable, having someone like him, not
afraid to dominate, to have his way. Each time was something
different, some new game he played with her body, testing her
tolerance for pain. If it wasnât the hungry was his lips connected
with hers then it was defiantly the way his fingers dug into the
skin of her rear end that said what was too come this time around.
Natalia smirked softly within locked lips nipping the manâs flesh
stuck against her own. Her person feeling every movement of his
muscle. Tightening when his fingers curled, loosening when he
relaxed tension in his body. It was always for the first few moments
the asgard was so tense before he allowed himself to relax with her
and show her his desires, ones no one would see, not while the two
had this arrangement with another.
The red head just gave a smirk at his words,
there was nothing to be said there. He would
very much do as he uttered, his words where always true.Â
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Abuse. That was quite the word to put to what he intended to do to her. There would be marks on her, as there was every time. He would leave his brand, his mark on her to claim her as his own. The hunger that she pressed into him was cycled back into her. They fed off the lust that the other had, growing and escalating with every passing second, and they enjoyed it. They enjoyed the animalistic fucking that they went through almost every day. Loki felt surprised that the woman was still able to function at her supposed espionage with the amount they went at it. But he had no reason to question it, no want to. He kept the kiss going, for now. He wanted to devour her lust.
His fingers tightened on the flesh of her ass, squeezing it hungrily. If his nails were claws he would have sliced her flesh to ribbons, but lucky her, he had human hands. His left hand left her flesh, sliding up her back ever so slowly, the right starting thing off with a smack to her flesh that without a doubt would leave a handprint on her ass. That would fade before the night was over, but he would leave other marks that wouldnât.
As she pulled his cock from his pants, and bucked her hips up to his, he groaned into her lips, his shaft pulsating against her flesh. She always knew just how to tease him, he was actually impressed at her ability to read him. Though he would never let on to that. His hips rolled against her own, rubbing his cock against her hips as he spanked her again. The sound of his hand smacking her flesh was echoing around them, feeling the reverberations of his assault as his hand sunk into her skin. Her ass was able to bounce lightly from the attack, not being all muscle after all.
Then his left hand sunk into those red locks, pulling her back from the kiss, peeling her head away from his own. His emerald hues started down at hers, hungrily taking in her expression with a small smile of his own. Everything about them was hunger, and the desire for it to be sated.
     âOn your knees.â
The words were barely out of his mouth as he peeled his fingers off of her ass, and started to shove her down, giving her little choice in the matter. And he knew she enjoyed being forced down, dominated. It was after all, the nature of humans.
Moments within seconds seemed longer then they
had been. Clothing fell swiftly to the eyes of outsiders
but to her, to them it was too slow much slower then
the first time. Nothing beat that time, the high of the
time, of being forced. Having clothing torn apart gave
such a wonderful high, a night that made every night
after slower then the last or what it seemed. These
nights gave the same addicting high they couldnât get
enough of. A womanâs needs needed to be met but with
anyone else it wouldnât be, no it had to be the god who
knew no limitations who cared not of injury or pain
conflicted. She needed this, needed the rough nature
of a careless man.
His chest bare exposed had colored eyes turn from his to
the pale skin, it was like he said a new experience every
time they where together. The man had tricks, she knew
this and quite a lot up his sleeve for this specific area. An
appendage extended, palm pressed to his cheek as she
leaned in pressing her chest against his. Lips scrapped
across his own, just allowing rose tiers to touch pale lips
as her words remained soft but demanding.
â Stop. The nice thing. It doesnât suit you. â
Finally she allowed her lips to fully press to his, her body
tensed only for a moment as his extremities dug into her
ass, put claimant on her. Nothing new. Every time sheâd
leave the bedroom with something he claimed the last time
a few hickies the first time a few sore muscles from his tight
grip on her wrist. Things she didnât mind, its what fueled these
moments. Her heart raced as her bare chest pressed to his
pulled so close to him she could feel his own heart beat sink
with hers. This was no passionate kiss, no passionate hold it
was pure lust and need to satisfy their own needs selfishly.
It was always interesting to provoke the animalistic nature of sex within the woman. Ever since their first encounter, where in a moment of pure desire he had taken her in a forceful manner. That had been the start of it all. She had never denied him after that, any never had he restrained himself with her. Whatever he wanted to do to her she accepted without complaint, even at times offering her own wants into the mix. It was always interesting to see what it was she would throw in. It wasnât often that he found a human interesting to any extent, but she seemed to have found a way to peak that interest, and he fully indulged it when he so desired.
His gaze followed hers, watching as she took in the sight of his pale form. He was by no means his adoptive-brother, his form was more lithe, much like her own. There was muscle yes, but it was not bulk. He was thin and agile, relying on wit to outmatch brawn. As her hand reached forward, cupping his cheek, his emerald hues lifted her from her body to meet her gaze again, that sly smirk on his lips. He liked this from her, feeling her pressing into him, her chest against his own as the brushed her lips to his and spoke, demanding of him. How bold.
    âI merely figured it would do to soften you momentarily.
      Due to the fact I intend to abuse you for the rest of this day.
    And perhaps some of the next.â
The way her lust was portrayed then was delightful, feeling her heartbeat slamming against his own chest. Their lips met hungrily, devouring one another in anything but a passionate way. This was a vile sating of lust, one they both were familiar with. So why deviate from it? The way she tensed as his fingers dug into her ass was noticeable, and he took advantage of it. Both his hands were now latched onto her rather supple rear. She had a surprising amount of curvature for a woman whom was supposed to be a heavily trained spy. Perhaps it made her feel more like a woman than a machine, but he cared little. He just enjoyed the fact she even had the curves. His left hand dug into her ass hungrily, lifting her hips so she could feel the growing bulge against herself, right hand striking at her other cheek hard enough to leave a handprint already, and an echoing smack to please their ears. He would not be holding back.
This wasnât new, Loki and her. This was old, yet
still it felt fresh, exciting and wrong a good wrong
but she wasnât sure what this was exactly. Frankly
it didnât matter, hadnât mattered as long as this stay
-ed secret they didnât have to explain what this was.
Nor did they have to discuss it, thatâs not what they
did they didnât have deep conversations about a
relationship it was just them and things like this.
Emeralds starred into matching ones, her person
besides his for a moment before pulled right into his
chest. A soft huff fell from behind rose tinted tiers, digits
curled around the fabric of his clothing sliding against his
chest along the armor, theyâd done this so many times by
now taking apart the armor was second nature.
â Youâre trying to butter me up, Loki.
Iâm not that type of woman. You know that. â
Her words where whispered but it hadnât stopped her fingers
from dancing across his body removing those pieces of armor
separating her skin from his. She knew why he was here, he
hadnât come all this way from his realm to hers for a conversation.
The matched emeralds continued to gaze into another, his smile remaining plastered upon his lips. He made no effort to comfort her, nor did he intend to ever do so. This thing between them was mostly physical. They sought one another to sate a natural desire of living beings, not quite caring what the other thought about the situation. Such was the nature of them, and they neednât do anything else. As that soft huff left her lips, he felt her digits curling around the fabric of his clothing, the jacket he wore being removed quite easily by her as she sought to strip him down in turn for seeing her as such.
The whispered words pulled a hum from his throat, watching her as her digits danced along his armor, removing the pieces of armor that hid him from her. She wasted no time, there was no reason to. They both knew what was going on here, neither of them cared for what it could end up being. So long as it remained between them. She was a spy, and he a master of illusion. No one would find out about them unless they desired it so.
     âNever said you were.
      Just thought Iâd point out what I saw.â
The words were nothing more than his desire to express his desire for her, letting her strip him down without another word. His torso was bare within moments of their limited conversation, emerald hues narrowing lightly as his digits slid from her hip down to her rear. There digits curled in, digging into her flesh as a bit of a tease to her, his grip was almost possessive in nature. His claimant on her. Every time they met, he would mark her in a different way.
At the first word she uttered, he knew he had been discovered, though he had made no attempt to hide himself from her. Greedily those emerald eyes of his looked to her, taking her in. They had met many times before as this, his hands had roamed her body, and still he found pleasure in watching her disrobe.Â
He stepped towards her as her head snapped to his direction, not stopping until his form was beside her. Digits trailed along her side, right hand coming to a rest along her hip. The bare skin of her was a delight to feel, often finding his hand wandering her when they were alone. Without much reason, ether. Their entire being was unknown, and he didnât much care to find why.
      âEach time seems like a new experience, Natalia.
        Youâve such a way with your body.â
He hummed the praise in such a way that it could almost be taken as insult, his grip tightening on her hip, aiming to draw the woman closer to him. She could claw his armor off, for starters.
     âHumor? I think nothing of the sort.
   I merely think that if you so enjoy the view,
      It would be better if you partook in it as well.â
   Her shoulders lifted at the sound of his distinctive footsteps, turning her head to see the prince approach her with that self-assured smile of his. A smile of her own graced her lips, doing her best to hide how smitten she was with him. To be finally returned with his affections was relieving, and Sif was more than happy to be the center of his interests.Â
   âFlattery will not distract me from your delay.
       But I do appreciate the effort, my lord.â
  She curled a finger under his chin and commanded him to rise with her focused gaze. How she enjoyed the warmth that his lips brought to her cool hand, but it was his voice calling her name that warmed her heart.
   âAnd what kept you? Any longer and I thought
   I would see the summer pass before my eyes.â
It was always interesting to see the way her face lit up at the sight of him. No matter the fact it was his brothers visage he wore. As much as Sif and the Warriors three claimed to be one of his kin as well, they never afforded him much more than the secondary glance in comparison to the love and friendship they allowed his brother. So, he took what he could. Damn the rest.
      âFlattery? Nay.
     Simple statement of fact.â
He gave that smile again, that self-assured, structured smile that promised that he was merely telling her how he saw her. At the sensation of her finger curling beneath his chin, he rose, taking a step to close the distance between them once he was at full height. Those blue eyes were gleaming with the delight of seeing her.
      âI did not desire to keep you waiting.
     But Father felt the need to speak with me.â
He neednât give any more of an explanation than that. None refused the All-Father when they were called. Even when they had to meet with someone they were trying to romance.
          âAm I worthy of your forgiveness?
       Or shall I prove myself in a battle for you?â
The words were spoken sarcastically, still keeping that smile. Loki knew that if she took him up on that the ruse would become far more difficult to maintain. They would have to pass by Heimdall in order to get anywhere, and maintaining that illusion would be exhausting under that gaze.
