incomplete: Goddess of Empyrean『fem!OCxLoki』

Artifact

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Leaning her head against his shoulder, the brunette tries to catch her breath. Gentle Loki caresses her, "Exhausted already, pet? But there's so much more I will do to you tonight. We have weeks to make up for, darling."

Intoxicated by his words and his touch, Haizea moans lowly at his statement. Her breath hitches as he withdraws from her depths, one hand still caressing her.

"Ready for another round, darling?" he asks, voice smooth as if to soothe her.

Haizea lifts her head to press her lips on his, a passionate kiss evoking a new flame in both of them. Carefully, the God turns both of them around, walking them to the displayed Frost Giant artifact and coming to a halt when she flinches from the cold material touching her skin.

With a mischievous grin on his lips, Loki pulls back from the kiss. "Do you think you can handle it, pet?" Placing his hands on her waist, he gently turns Haizea around. One foot set between hers, he gently kicks one of them to the side and she obliges, spreading her legs for him.

Unsure if the answer is yes, the brunette settles her hands on the artifact first. Knowing Loki can give you a hell of a good life, but also painful, malicious thoughts and scenarios. Though the material is cold, it doesn't burn her hands. She swallows, nods and lets her hands glide to the side, landing on the platform.

Still grinning, Loki places his left hand between her shoulder blades, gently forcing her naked form to lean down. She hisses as her more sensitive skin meets the artifact, but with Loki behind her, already lining himself up with her entrance again, she hardly cares about the slight pain surging through her body.

His own seed mixed with her wetness allow him to slide in even easier than before, a groan leaving his chest. Free hand finding its place on her hip, the Prince presses her down a bit more. Painfully slow shoving his length into her core and withdrawing, leaving only the head inside, teasing her. Though she does moan, it's clear this isn't nearly as exciting for her as it is for him. Seeing her like this always gives him some sort of high, but with the artifact underneath, infusing just a little amount of pain for her? His own body temperature much lower than usual because of something with the same heritage as him being so close? This could hurt her and therefore him, but the adrenaline turns him on more.

"Fuck," he groans, burying himself completely in her and retreating again.

Haizea pants, "Please stop being a fucking tease, Loki."

Another grin spreads across his lips, "So needy and pathetic today." His hand wanders down her spine, pressing her middle even more against the artifact. "You will tell me if it's too much, Haizea?"

"Of course," the smile on her lips from his worry is evident in her voice, "Loki."

One hard thrust erases her smile, a moan parting her lips, her eyes closing. He's still just teasing her, but she'd lie if she'd say she dislikes it. The Prince takes a firm grip on her hip and holds her against another strong thrust. Slow but steady increasing his pace, not once losing any force in his movements. Underneath him, still pressed to the frosty curio, Haizea tries to hold on to the platform for some stability, losing it with every new action. Anew her moans and cries fill the room, echoing off the walls. His name falling from her lips, worshipping him. And fuck, did he miss it. He missed her voice, the feeling of her body, her heat, how her walls desperately try to hold on to him. His hand wanders up again, freeing her hair from the tie and wrapping it around his palm. Whilst his hips slam against her ass, he yanks her up, earning a lustful cry from her. He doesn't lose any time, almost instantly kissing and sucking on her skin, his right wandering from her hip to her abdomen. Applying pressure to her clit, making her writhe and push her hips against his every impetus. Due to their previous orgasms, Haizea feels her muscles tense already as for Loki can relish the warmth surrounding him. Biting her shoulder, he sends her over the edge and feels her shudder around him, crying out his name. Though a pain shoots through her spine, it gets exchanged by pleasure rather fast. His own seed running down his length together with her bliss as his hips still.

"I love it when you make those piteous sounds," Loki presses a kiss on the bite mark, his voice low.

Haizea sinks against his bare chest, closing her eyes. "I love it when you make me do them."

What both of them really mean is "I love you".

"As much as I think you belong here, with the other treasures," gently he crouches down to pick up her dress, one hand on her hip to keep her standing. "We should move this to my chambers."

His hands feel oddly warm, brushing over her skin to put her clothing back on. Letting her underwear vanish with his magic and using it to put his own apparel on. It's not unusual for her to stay in a haze for some time, and it amuses him whenever it happens. Knowing that he has such influence and control over her.

Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, Loki waits for her to be ready to go. Then he wraps his arm around her waist and leads Haizea through the hallways. She's smiling like an idiot, leaning into him, glad that he's there to hold her up.

The doors to his bedroom open, the God softly shoves her inside, closing the doors behind them and locking them. Haizea reaches her hands out, grabbing Loki's sides and pulling him back.

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