whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"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.

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.

That silver tongue is very good.

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

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.

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.

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?"

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.

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

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"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.

"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.

"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.

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.

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.

He hadn't nudged her once this entire time. There had been no need, and it would've felt like cheating to him. Studying her for a moment and the lovely curve of her neck and back. "Beautiful." He praised. Then moved to join her, pressing against her. His legs shifted just enough to nudge her own further apart while one hand moved to her hip and held her steady casually. Then he was bowing against her, his other hand coming to support him right by hers.

"Patience, Sweetling. Hold this position for me." Murmured against her ear, but with that same commanding tone. Shifting his hips, to brush his arousal deliberately against her own--teasing to bring him to full hardness. At the same time he gently nipped her ear, before moving to kiss along her throat. He'd leave marks, this time.

She presses back to him as he is against her. Christine is only a bit weak in the legs, but she knows he is able to keep her steady.

She dips her head back as he strokes himself against her. She doesn't mind the marking, she will smile in the morning when she asks him to disguse the bruises with magic.

He could and would keep her steady, and it didn't take long to bring him the rest of the way to full hardness. Not when she was so very ready and projecting at him unconsciously. Continuing to mark her, he moved to her shoulder. Timing it so that he was at that delicate spot where neck and shoulder joined as he shifted to seat himself in. Joining her, and not holding as he would normally--but moving straight into a deep and full pace that was only gentle enough to not break her.

It might be good that they're so far away from other people right now because Christine is not quiet. The way she moans when he enters her is loud and uninhibited.

She likes the little sting of pain and a jolt of arousal flows though their link.

It is a good thing indeed although he wouldn't have cared. Well--maybe he'd have cared only because this was supposed to be secret. As it is, she can feel his amusement through their link--her moans are music to his ears. He is also not so quiet, low groans of his own and half-murmured words of praise for how good she feels, how well she's doing.

Loki had every intention of her needing a good soak and massage after this. He might even let her have them...

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