whose_son_am_i | Meme-shenanigans and Continuations.

"So pretty" She kisses a line down from Loki's throat down between her breasts.

Christine just mirrors what she likes done to her when she kisses Loki's nipples one at a time.

"Thank you." Loki sighed out, letting Christine do what she wished. Soft brushes and touches against her mind. "For now, I think I shall be your toy."

"My toy." Christine grins, continuing to lavish kisses to Loki's breasts while her hand creeps between the other woman's legs to just barely tease.

Loki had shifted so she leaned on both her elbows, keeping her above Christine somewhat. The better for her lover to reach her breasts, or whatever she might want. It meant Loki could do little in response, and was open to whatever Christine wanted to do to her.

"Your toy." She confirmed as the others fingers teased, voice still lower, but feminine, and all but purred out. "Going to see if you can make me beg, again?"

"It's been a long time since I've been between a woman's thighs."

She kisses Loki's stomach and let's her fingers dance along Loki's center, her fingers circling the sensitive nub.

"If you want to, Sweetling." Loki's voice was slightly breathless. "Although you might be able to make me beg with just your fingers. Maybe." A playful challenge. One Christine knew that her lover was already capable of doing.

"I am well-versed in anatomy." Christine mutters against skin as she slips a finger inside Loki, curling it upward in a practiced motion.

Christine watches Loki for her reactions, to gauge exactly how she likes to be touched in this form.

Loki hummed in pleasure and answer, back arching slightly. It had been....a while since she'd been with a lover as a woman. Christine did know how to touch, as the arousal was a slow build.

"You are so sexy." That arched back is really stunning. Christine kisses lower bringing her mouth to Loki's core, starting with a teasing swirl around a bundle of nerves.

Laughter along their mental link, with overtones of pleasure and happiness. A low groan was Christine's reward, Loki shifting her hips slightly. Seeking more of the sensation, making sure she held herself steady.

Seeing Loki from this angle was quite a turn on. Christine added a second finger, still angling to where she knew a sensitive spot would be. Her mouth works with more intention, deliberate strokes with her tongue.

While it may not have been enough to have her begging, it was still highly enjoyable. The way a women's arousal built compared to a man's. Her back arched as her hips shifted gently. Neck bared, and hair falling over her shoulder, with her hands curling into the blanket.

Christine wasn't aiming for begging. Though she would charm her fingers to vibrate to make the sensation more intense for Loki. It's cheating in the best way.

"Ch-cheating, Sweetling." Loki managed to murmur around a lower moan. Perhaps it was because it was Christine, or because Loki hadn't been in female form with a lover in a while. Everything seemed more intense though, and she was enjoying it all as a hedonist does.

Never said I'd play fair.

Her mouth is entirely too occupied with bringing Loki to the edge before inching back. Christine gets the chance to torment her in the same ways she's been tormented before. Plus it will make the climax all that more intense.

You shouldn't where I'm concerned. Loki responded, a proud smile on her face while she simply felt. Letting Christine play as she wanted, and there was almost a growl when she pulled back from that edge. Morphing into low laughter, pleased and proud. "Enjoying yourself, my Christine?"

Christine looks up with a grin, and leaves a playful bite on one inner thigh.

"I am. You taste wonderful." Her fingers move a bit quicker, trying to add to the buildup.

"If you weren't mine I'd be very jealous of how gorgeous you are."

That bite brought a shiver down Loki's spine, and more laughter. Breathless laughter too. "I see." She managed to say, after a moment. "Once more, you only want me for my body." Playful in the breathless low tones, hips shifting in time to Christine's movements.

"Oh no, have I made it obvious again?" There's amusement and teasing through the link as Christine returns her mouth to Loki's center. This time she was going to make her shatter.

Loki couldn't respond verbally, given the low moan that escaped her with Christine's actions. Sweetling, I do remember you checking me out just after you'd patched me up. With amusement and affection sparkling against Christine's mind. And I remember how beautiful you looked that first night, spread on your bed. Indulging in a forbidden tryst.

It was a wonder Loki's thoughts managed to be coherent, as it was clear what Christine wanted. Nor did Loki see any reason to deny herself her pleasure, as her body moved softly with Chrstine's lead. Fingers curling and uncurling in the bedding with soft breathy sighs and low moans.

I didn't expect that tryst to last very long at all.

The link is flooded with love and affection at how they've grown together.

All those moans are incredibly hot, Christine uses all the knowledge of what she likes to push Loki over the edge.

You managed to captivate me. I'm pleased you did. Loki is unconsciously projecting again--a chaotic mix of adoration, pleasure, possessiveness, satisfaction, pride, and love. More chaotic than her emotions usually might be, given her lover was intent on driving her to climax.

It was a challenge, and yet wasn't nearly so difficult as that word might imply. Soon enough, Loki let out a low growl that faded into a groan, body arching and tensing in pleasure.

Christine continues, drawing out Loki's climax for as long as she can.

Loki is just as gorgeous and captivating when she climaxes as a woman as a man. Christine is completely taken by all of Loki.

So lovely. she sends back the view she's enjoying of Loki with her back arched and chest pronounced.

You are, and this is Loki replied, radiating satisfaction along their link. Once more, like a big cat, with a lazy stretch and short breaths while she basked in the afterglow. Falling to the side on the bed, sprawling. "Come here Sweetling." One arm raised in entreaty for cuddles.

Christine leaves a trail of kisses up the pale skin of her lover. Stopping to kiss the woman's lips before embracing her.

"That was very fun actually. I'll have to do it again sometime." Christine is realizing how fluid her sexualty is where Loki is concerned.

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