Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

[whose_son_am_i]

This post will be for Meme-continuations for drpalmer

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[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

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

[whose_son_am_i]

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

[drpalmer]

"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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

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...

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

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.

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

"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.

[drpalmer]

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.

[whose_son_am_i]

Yes? He hummed against her in pleasure, but continued teasing and winding her up. Still holding her steady so he could do as he pleased.

[drpalmer]

That silver tongue is very good.

She's in a position to truly appreciate his skills. She draws her nails lightly along his scalp.

[whose_son_am_i]

She can feel and hear the low chuckle against her body, centered where she needs it. Never staying in one spot too long, teasing and tasting. Even an occasional hint of teeth. He is quite enjoying himself, and rewards her own actions by teasing her more fully.

[drpalmer]

She's accepted that she very much wants to be his. She will continue the scratches against his scalp.

She's so sensitive from her first orgasm that a second doesn't take long to reach.

[whose_son_am_i]

She can likely feel the wicked smile against her. Before moving to taste her and just as fastidious as he had been with his hand. Lightly teasing now, caressing her skin with his mouth. Thumbs brushing her hips where he held her steady.

Only when he's satisfied that she is truly boneless, does he move again. Trailing kisses up against her skin, to rest on his elbows above her. "Need a break?"

[drpalmer]

She is very boneless. She wouldn't be able to get out of bed at the moment.

"Would you actually give me a break?" She's leaning up to kiss him now that she's able to again.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Perhaps. I'm not merciless." Not with her anyways. Kissing her lazily, holding that heat back. Besides, he had ideas.

[drpalmer]

"You're very sweet where I'm involved."

That kiss has slowed the pace a bit and it does give her a bit of a breather.

[whose_son_am_i]

"Feel special." With a bare hint of that commanding tone he'd been using underlying affection and a casual possessiveness. Letting her rest a little bit, and while he rested above her, he kept his body from pressing against hers. Still clothed versus her bare state.

More lazy kisses with banked heat, a slower tasting and wind up and then he moved. Shifting away from her entirely, to stand by the bed. Still with that mischief and heat in blue-green eyes that watched her. Deliberately teasing. "Stay there. You may not touch." Came the order, as Loki moved to the loose overtunic he had belted on. Much as she had, he proceeded to strip out of his clothing. Never taking his eyes from her while he did.

[drpalmer]

"I very much do." She knows how lucky she is to have that possesive affection of his.

She nods but props herself up on an elbow to watch. Her eyes following every little movement of his.

[whose_son_am_i]

It's a nice little show; with the overtunic pulled off, once more his shirt laced up and he took his time unfastening it. His slacks were once more of a modern Midgardian cut and style, and he slid them and his underwear down long legs. Pleasantly semi-aroused already, he crossed his arms and considered for a moment while watching her.

Before smiling wickedly again. "You did want me to be not so gentle, Sweetling." Lower voiced, silken toned. "On your knees and turn around." There came the order.

[drpalmer]

She does enjoy the show, it's obvious with the way her eyes trail over his body.

She sees that switch coming, the way that look comes to his eyes. And she can't resist, he doesn't need to nudge, she kneels and turns all on her own.