Choices

Chapter 73
Loki noticed the exchanged between Cephera and Thor. He'd been watching her as he danced. He'd left the situation alone, Cephera could take care of herself and there was no talking sense to Thor when he was drunk. Thor had shown up to the announcement already half intoxicated and both Loki and Cephera knew that he would be complicated.
Still Cephera looked to be having a good time. Fandral had swung in to pull her back to the dance floor. There would have been a time Loki might have felt jealous of Fandral having his hands anywhere near Cephera. Fandral had been quite the womanizer in his earlier days, but lately he had calmed down.
He'd developed a sense of respect for those he slept with and even an amount of discretion. Loki wasn't worried about Fandral treating Cephera disrespectfully.
Loki finished his dance with the latest woman, and swiftly changed to his betrothed. He didn't regret IT his decision to marry her. It felt right, it felt meant to be. Perhaps the Norns had planned for this. To deliver Cephera to him. King Yorin could have chosen any outer realm to ally with, but he chose Asgard. Had that choice been different, Cephera and he might have never crossed paths.
He couldn't imagine it, a life without her. How things might have been different without her. The direction things would have gone, it was unfathomable. He could still be with Amora, or somehow had ruined the life of Sigyn had it come to that. Perhaps, his children wouldn't exist, or maybe they would. Loki didn't care for what the past could have been, he was glad it was what it was and he wouldn't change a thing.
He'd had time to think about it, and Cephera was right in her own way. These children they had now might be the only ones they'd ever have. At least she had that experience, but Loki hoped that someday the fates would allow them to make a child between them both. He knew Cephera would like that.
She could have that experience of being heavy with a child. Giving birth, holding them for their first time. He'd love to give her that, but he knew the likelihood and so they just left it to chance and they didn't speak about it much. Most couple could plan a child, but they didn't have that luxury.
"I cannot wait until tonight ends." Loki whispered against her ear, pulling her close.
"You act as though you never have me." She muttered a smile playing on her lips.
"The days are long, I feel as though it's been weeks." He replied and listened to her giggle.
"Then maybe we'll retire early," she said right before her twirled her beneath his arm.
"The perfect solution." He murmured against her hair. He'd become blinded, no one existed in the room aside from them both, had he no sense he might have thrown her down on a table and had her right there. But though all he took notice of was her, he knew there were people surrounding them.
The night seemed to drag on. They couldn't leave too early and risk insulting anyone. After all they'd all come to celebrate them. His mother had worked so hard to make this day special that he wouldn't want to waste it..., not that being alone with Cephera was a waste.
When at last they could spirit themselves away they bid their guests goodnight, and to Fenrir's delight, allowed him to stay if he wished. Guards would let him into his room when he was ready to go.
Loki had Cephera by the hand all the way to their bedroom. He pushed open the door and kicked it closed. He pulled her against him and kissed her, pressing her back to the wall. Gasps of air were found in between swift kisses. Her hands already blindly searching for the straps to release his new armor. Even Loki wasn't well versed with it and so his help didn't make things faster.
Still, they managed to unbuckle it. The shoulder piece hit the rug below with a dull thud. She hadn't even waited for it to reach the floor before she'd pushed his coat off his shoulders and off his arms altogether.
This reminded him of their first time. Rushed, needy. Just the raw need to be one, but he wouldn't have her so quickly. It was rare instances where he would allow their coupling to be so quick and this would not be one of those times. He wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her. He turned to his right and planted her ass up into the small table there. A vase clattered to the floor, missing the rug and shattering.
"Leave it," he muttered, his lips dragging along her jaw. She hadn't moved to get it, but he still issued the command.
He'd unlaced the back of her dress leaving it loose. He kissed and nibbled her neck pulling her dress from her breasts as he went. Bent over only slightly, the table helping for height. He was careful to leave no marks where anyone could witness them. He waited until he'd reached the flesh of her breasts before biting her and then suckling her nipples until she moan and squirmed.
Her hand clutching and pulling at his tunic, but Loki wouldn't relent. He would have his way with her first before he'd allow her to have her way. She got her way often enough, but tonight would not be one.
He devoured her breasts one and then the other. Kneading, sucking and biting them before he ventured lower shoving her skirts up over her knees. She abandoned his tunic and instead decided to help hold her skirts in place.
Loki fell to both knees placing kisses along her calfs and then up along her thighs. His fingers finding the edges of the underwear below. She hoisted her own ass up so he could remove them with ease. He tossed them carelessly behind him and planted soft ticklish kisses along her soft shaven pubic area. She preferred it this way, though Loki wouldn't have cared either way.
She sucked back her giggles, trying to concentrate on the pleasure she was about to receive but he grinned at her stifled laughs and teased her more. "You are evil." She gasped when he gave her only a single flick of his tongue directly where she yearned for it most.
"You're impatient." He retorted.
"Only because I know how good it's going to be." She groaned running her fingers through his hair. He remembered the days it took him forever to get her to say things like that. To tell him what she wanted and where. She'd been so shy. The change was nice though, it would have ben silly for her to stay shy forever and perhaps even become annoying.
"Well when you put it that way...," he didn't finish his sentence before he kissed her outer labia before darting his tongue along her clitoris.
"Oh yes," she moaned her back sinking against the wall with eased pleasure. He sucked lightly at her most sensitive bud, flicking his tongue back and forth across it while it was between his lips. Her hands reflexively grasping and letting go of his hair in intervals of her pleasure.
Sometimes her legs would squeeze shut and her hips would rise when he hit the spot just right. She grind against his face and tongue, her moans becoming cries and her breath coming in pants. He knew what he was doing, he could make her cum as quickly as he wished. Already he could feel how wet she was. How slick she was.
Two of his fingers inserted inside her entrance with ease and he stroked that beloved spot inside as well. She would explode for him soon. All her pleasure screamed into the privacy of the bedroom and her juices would no doubt soak his clothing, but he didn't care.
Cephera was susceptible to different forms of orgasms. Clitoral was the most common, g-spot came second but mostly for his fingers. The only time it would happened upon his cock was when one of them moved in just the right direction or were in the right position. He had, on one occasion forced from her four orgasms, in which she lay spent and panting after.
He'd worked hard for those and relished every one.
No sooner had he begun to tease her g-spot, did she quiver and scream. Her legs shaking and clutching him close. Her arousal dripped down his hand and of course, as he predicted, wet his clothing. He smiled kissing the insides of her thighs while she came down from her euphoric high.
When she opened her eyes to look down at him, her face flushed and still heavy with lust, he pulled his tunic off and pushed his pants to his ankles, kicking them aside. He pulled her off the table and turned her to bend over. "I'll have you in that dress." He told her licking her ear.
She had no words for him. She hiked her skirts back up, spreading her own legs just enough. Loki's cocked already stood rock hard. He slipped it up and down her wet slit before pushing inside her. They both moaned as her heat engulfed him and she squeezed her muscles.
Squeezing her internal muscles had been something she'd become good at. Given the right rhythm, she'd sometimes squeeze just as his cock got to the beginning of her entrance to squeeze the head and the feeling left him moaning and pushing back in harder.
Her first squeeze and he realized he'd made himself so horny that he may not last long. All the better though, it only meant round two would be longer. Usually round two meant experimentation with new things. Positions, movements, speeds. Anything to add to an already good night.
He held her hips, his fingers sinking into some of the silk of her dress. The sight of her bent over with her dress half hanging off was intoxicating. It made him feel bad, like they were trying to get something over with before they were found. It was thrilling.
She braced her hands on the table once he had a grip on her skirt to keep them out of the way. When she was ready he slid all the way back out before thrusting all the way in. Cephera groaned and pushed her hips back at him causing a smacking sound between their skin.
Loki groaned too but more so for the fact he was already so close to losing himself. He'd hadn't cum this fast in a long time. He was usually better than this, usually had more control. He supposed it was the excitement of the night and the need to get away from the party to get her here.
Soon enough she'd be his wife, and he'd never be without her by his side.
He growled. He'd been standing still a moment and when she'd gotten eager she squeezed him again within her walls. It was no use holding back, he pulled out and slammed back in grunting and swearing as he began to thrust into her with reckless abandon. Only several strokes later and he was shuddering, his seed squirting forth and filling her.
Loki stumbled back a step. His cock slipping free and his cum adding to the wetness between her thighs. Cephera turned her skirt falling to cover her. She stripped off the rest of her clothing, smiling. When she'd finished getting undressed she fell to her knees before him. Her tongue licking up along his shaft and he twitched at how sensitive the tip felt.
She licked him again as he began to soften, but soon enough he was becoming hard again. The sensitivity he'd felt slowly diminishing with her tongue and lips working him. Before long she was able to stroke him with her hand and suck the head hard. "Mmmm, good to go." She told him looking up with a sly look on her face.
"And we can start with continuing that." He told her grabbing a handful of her hair.

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