whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

She let's out a breath she had been holding when he finally makes teasing contact with her core.

Letting Loki loom over her, looking very powerful is insanely erotic, if only because she knows how dangerous this view would be for someone else.

It would still be dangerous for her if he hadn't made it clear he was protective of her. But she had felt that possessiveness tied to protectiveness (and other emotions) directly. And it was near-impossible to lie via emotions.

She'd just been given that teasing contact before his touch had moved on. Stroking along her thigh, brushing just under her knees. Down one leg, back up the other, before moving to cup her center directly. "Stay silent until I tell you otherwise." Another order, with an eyebrow raised in challenge. Brushing such delicate skin with his thumb, trailing around her most intimate opening. Savoring it, before one finger entered her just as surely as he often did himself.

His emotions tell her quite a lot and they really do keep her feeling safe around him.

She nods. It's a challenge that she will likely fail, given how good he is at getting reactions from her.

He didn't say anything about being mentally quiet, so there's a little gasp through their link.

Found the loophole hmm? All smug overtones and pleased emotions. Affection and desire and satisfaction in their link.

One hand remains holding her down still, while his other teased her. Swirling his finger slightly, before curving it slightly as he withdrew. Only to plunge back in, and repeat it. Setting a steady pace, eventually letting two fingers move to fill her.

You didn't specify. And Christine will always challege and find those loopholes to keep things unpredictable.

He knows how to play her body, to tease and work her up.

Oh I prefer you be clever and intelligent.

Teasing and working her up is just what he had in mind. By the time they did get back to Earth, he planned to leave them both pleasured and exhausted. He'd also said nothing about her movements--all he was doing was keeping her prone while he teased and aroused her. Letting his thumb move now, seeking to overload her with sensation.

She moves her hips a bit, unable to resist the temptation to move against his hand.

Christine reaches to trail a hand down his arm, she can't reach very much of him, but she can touch some.

Good. Loki is smiling at her, proud and pleased and fond. Studying her and how she's spread before him. Committing it to his memory. Ensuring his touches and pace is enough to tease her more, build her higher--but never quite high enough.

"I wonder which of us will break first." He mused, but didn't say she could speak either.

If I'm able to break you from this, I will be very proud.

She looks properly debauched. Her hair spread out on the bed, legs splayed with his hand between them. Her skin is flushed and her breathing grows erratic every time he brings her close.

Someday she very well might be able to break him--especially if her Empathy is what's strongest, like he suspects. She'd be able to make anyone do what she wanted and be very dangerous.

I look forward to you trying to make *me* beg.

"You look beautiful." He praised aloud, continuing his teasing.

I also want to make you beg. And to kneel.

The idea of Loki on his knees pleasuring her is really a lovely one. Especially with his fondness for trying to get people to kneel.

She squeezes his forearm, desperately holding on to what little of him she can reach.

Then learn how, Sweetling. It's every bit as much an order as if he'd said it out loud.

"I could do this to you for hours, I think." Said lazily, musing almost. "Would you like that? You may answer yes or no."

I intend to. If she can learn to make him kneel, the average person would stand no chance against her suggestions.

"No" she groans, "you know well enough it gets frustrating to not come."

She's pushing the limits of being allowed to speak.

That eyebrow raises again. "Too many words, Sweetling." Loki murmured, with only a hint of displeasure. "Am I frustrating you? Again, you may answer yes or no." He hasn't stopped teasing her throughout this.

"Yes." She wants to climax, she's absolutely soaking wet and her nerves are all fired up. Her hips move against his hand.

"Say please." Imperious, amused. She wanted rougher and more dominant, she's getting it.

"Please, Loki"

She may be frustrated now, but she also knows her climax will be absolutely incredible from the way he kept bringing her right to the edge.

"Good." The hand holding her down shifts as he leans up and kisses her fiercely. Sealing his mouth to hers, not gentle but wanting and full of desire. Now he strokes that fire higher and keeps going. Teasing her center, curling his fingers inside her.

That kiss and him finally pushing her further has her very quicky breaking.

The link is flooded with her raw desire and passion, she couldn't hold it back.

It is a very good thing he's as strong-willed as he is, because that rawness of her desire and passion is strong. Almost overwhelming--and he was certain she had no idea she was projecting. As it is, it brings a low sound half-way between a groan and growl from him. Kissing her thoroughly, plundering shamelessly. Still teasing her, doing what he can to prolong her orgasm. Aware himself that he wants out of his clothes soon...

my prince He is able to keep her trembling against him for sometime.

She never leaves his mouth, her breath is just ragged against his.

He lets his mind caress hers, wrap around it and hold it safely while she trembles in the real world. He's not breathing quite as raggedly, but she is doing a good job of stealing his breath too. Being certain she is thoroughly debauched, it's sometime before he removes his fingers and hand from her. Only then does he stop kissing her, leaning on his free arm while still above her, and bringing his fingers up to taste her. Blue-green eyes watch her, mischief and heat in their depths.

She doesn't think she could ever grow tired of feeling that warm mental caress.

"Fuck." She mutters watching the way he licks his fingers and the heat in his eyes. He's looking at her like he's prepared to devour her completely.

"That is where this is going, Sweetling." Low voiced and full of promise. Fastidious in cleaning his fingers and hand too. Then he's shifting himself down her body. Hands going to her hips to hold her down once more, keep her steady. Moving to kiss and love against her center now where his hand had been before. No demands made on her, and no permission asked, simply intent on driving her mindless again.

He might be the death of her. She hadn't had anyone so capable of giving her so many orgasms.

"Oh god, Loki." Her hands weave into that glorious hair of his.

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