Loki sat in a chair just feet from his bed staring at the sleeping figure on it. His day had come to a not so satisfying end and he had found Cephera nowhere he expected her to be.
The last place he'd looked was his room and had been surprised to find her dozed off, clearly not meaning to slumber. He'd left her there so he could think. He'd gone to his daily meetings with frustration eating at his thoughts.
It made for a stressful day for both himself and those who decided to see him about petty things.
The longer he stared at her, watching her breath moving her chest ever so slightly, he found himself feeling calmer than before.
He moved carefully from his chair to crawl up onto the mattress, hovering over her sleeping form. She stirred but he was careful not to wake her. Not yet.
He'd thought of ways this moment might pan out. He imagined a full blown argument that could possibly turn her against him. Once he'd managed to calm himself a little he imagined an argument that was less intense if he played his cards properly.
Now that he was here he'd decided that perhaps fighting was not the answer. So instead he brushed the stray strands of bangs out of her face and kissed her until he felt her wake.
At first she stiffened in surprise, but almost as quickly she relaxed. Her hands lightly touched the fabric of his sleeves.
Loki released her lips and stared down at her. She was wide eyed with curiosity. After a moment of deciding what to say he decided to say nothing and it would seem she decided the same.
She slipped her hands under his coat and pushed it back off his shoulders. Loki aided her efforts and shrugged the garment off himself, followed by his top.
Her fingers ran over his chest, a smile playing on lips.
"Stand," he told her, tugging her to her feet so that he could rid her of her dress that was now spoiled with wrinkles. He made quick work of the laces holding the back of the dress shut and let it fall free of her body.
He watched her small breasts bounce when she gasped and jumped. Using his magic he'd formed a second version of himself, a very solid version, right behind her. The second Loki began nipping at her neck and shoulders, his hands wrapped under her arms to grasp her breasts causing her to moan.
His fingers pulled at her once smooth nipples until they were hard.
Satisfied he had complete control over his second self, the real Loki bent to his knees pulling her underwear to her ankles. Her legs were far too close together for his liking, but she parted them when he caressed her thighs with both his hands.
Her womanhood moist, though not enough to his liking. Loki took one long taste of her cunt before beginning a steady dart against her clit. She moaned and squirmed as both of them assaulted her body in ways he knew would drive her mad.
"Sit," Loki commanded, as usual he was in control. It's how he liked it.
She whimpered at the loss of both touches as she positioned herself to sit on the bed her legs spread over his shoulders. For a moment he had to shift his thoughts to his clone so that he would remove his pants, freeing his erection.
This was the first time Loki had enough power to try such an intriguing sexual game. The ruins that amped up his magic certainly were going to pay off tonight.
Kneeling near her head, Cephera took the hint as Loki's cock was presented. She turned her head and licked it, grasping it with her hand to hold it down so she could suck the tip.
The real Loki closed his eyes and groaned. Even though his pants were still on, he could feel what she was doing to his clone. His cock strained against the cloth of his pants and he quickly discarded them.
Enjoying the sensation of her sucking his other cock, Loki proceeded to return his attention to her clit. He licked, and lightly sucked the sensitive button. Each time she moaned he felt a tiny vibration along his shaft.
Her legs squeezed his shoulders, her ass lifting off the bed as she grind herself against his face. She was dripping wet now. More than ready, but he wouldn't have her till she came.
He worked furiously on her cunt. Enjoying the taste and the scent as her arousal grew. Cephera cried out some inaudible word, losing her concentration on sucking for a moment while she came hard.
Loki smiled and wiped his mouth. His smiled widened when she rolled onto her hands and knees of her own accord, as if she read his mind.
His clone took its place in front of her as she seemed to expect. She quickly covered its cock with her mouth all the way to the base, sucking vigorously for a second and then slowing to a teasing crawl.
Loki growled at the sudden change of tempo. He mounted the bed on his knees behind her and with a single well aimed thrust he buried his throbbing cock into her womanhood as far as he could go.
Cephera's moan was load and the force of the thrust sent her forward on the second cock. The double sensation had Loki almost near an end already, but he managed to hold back.
He started slow with his movements allowing her to continue her ministration along his shaft. Swirling her tongue around the head before sucking him to the base.
Loki groaned again, louder this time. His ability to hold back was slipping away with each passing minute. Every thrust made it harder to control himself. Soon he was all but grinding into her, his hands pulling her body back by her hips to slam against him.
His climax came fast and when it did his clone disappeared completely, unable to hold onto the illusion as his cock twitched and spilled his seed inside her heat.
Loki felt winded. He hadn't expected that to bring him as much pleasure as it had. The next time he tried it, he'd have to remember to have already cum at least once so that he could last longer.
He bent forward over her body, kissing her back before he slid from her womanhood and flipped onto his back on the bed.
"I didn't know you could do that." She told him, smiling.
"That's the first time I tried." He admitted. "But not the last," he added.
"I enjoyed it," she said softly stroking her fingers along his flaccid length. Loki grinned up at her and pulled her down next to him. This was a much better way to handle his anger than what he'd originally been thinking. In this moment, the argument he'd been dreaming off seemed petty and he was glad he hadn't come storming in to wake her just to argue.
Maybe he should resolve any future arguments this way.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
The fic has been so dark and bleak I just couldn't let you guys have more of that for the holidays, so enjoy some well needed smut instead. :p