Agent A: Displaced

Just Us

He laid her gently down on the bed, kneeling between her open legs. "No magic you say?"

"Nope, none at all," she grinned.

"Well, I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way then." He tugged at the silky tie and smiled as the robe fell open. He eased the silk from her shoulders and she sat up to allow him greater access, which was rewarded with a lingering kiss to her neck. His fingers traced the lace that edged her breasts before pulling the slip down to her waist.

"You know I didn't mention anything about going slow when I made my request."

"Fine." Loki grasped her hips and flipped her over, pulling the slip completely off her body.

"Erm, Loki, this feels like a power play," she said, her face buried in the pillows.

"What do you mean?" He asked innocently.

"You're breaking the rules, trying to dominate me."

"I'm not breaking any rules. I'm merely seeing how my gift looks on your lovely ass." He stroked the band of her thong with his thumbs, hands keeping her hips still.

"And how does it look?

"Exquisite." He ran a thumb between her cheeks, following the lace as it hugged her curves. It was a light touch, but enough to make her moan in anticipation. He flipped her back over, crawling between her legs and planting a deep kiss on her lips. She responded hungrily, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"You're very eager," he purred. "You're very teasing," she countered.

"Oh I think we both know I could tease you much more than this," he trailed kisses down her chest and stomach as she giggled, trying to hide her excitement.

He brought his mouth to the damp crotch of her underwear, pressing his tongue firmly to her clit. She pressed against him, hungry for more. Eventually, he gave in, pulling her panties aside and fucking her with his tongue. Her moans rose to strangled screams as her orgasm flooded her, sending her head reeling back and her juices flowing onto his eagerly waiting tongue.

He kept his mouth pressed against her as she fought to catch her breath, occasionally licking her clit leisurely. "Do you want more?" He asked.

"Always," she gasped, raising her hips so he could pull her panties clear. He chuckled, unbuckling his trousers. Now naked, he lunged forward, ready to thrust deeply into her.

"Wait," she cried, earning a confused and frustrated glare from Loki.

"What now?" He growled.

"Not like this," she said, earning a frustrated huff from him. "Lie back," she whispered, arms around his neck as his weight pulled her down on top. She straddled him, slowly wriggling her hips down until they hovered over his crotch.

Loki watched her cautiously, as if trying to hold himself back. She manoeuvred herself over the tip of his cock and slowly pressed him into her, gasping as she widened to accommodate him. Her fingertips grazed his abdomen in an attempt to maintain her balance as she sunk down onto his full length.

As she found her rhythm he gently brought his hands to her hips and started to move with her, thrusting faster as the irresistible ache between his legs grew sharper. They moved through positions, exploring each other's bodies, each new angle bringing a different dimension to the pleasure swimming through their bodies.

She could barely see straight when Loki laid her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs and arranging her body so her ankles were up by his ears. Her pulled her hips close, entering quickly. It was deeper than she'd ever experienced, the angle of her hips allowing his cock access to even more sensitive parts of her core. She moaned at the burning pressure inside her and grabbed at his hands for a bit of support.

He pounded into her, leaving black spots on her vision and pleasure crashing over her like waves on a helpless shore. He came with a strangled cry, pressing into her roughly as he emptied himself.

He held her in position for a few moments longer, tracing the bruises he'd left on her hips, inner things and shoulder. She looked completely undone, lying on the bed before him, barely able to catch her breath. He pulled out and curled his body around hers, resisting the urge to bring her around with magic, just patiently waiting for her to come back to her senses.

She sighed as he stroked her back. "You back with me?" He asked.

"Mmm, nearly." She turned and buried her head into his shoulder.

"Would a donut help?" He asked mischievously.

"Mmm I think it would," she smiled, rolling over onto her back. He fed her pieces of a sticky, cream-filled bun, letting her lick the filling from between his fingers once again.

"Your tongue is magic Little One," Loki murmured as she licked off the last of the cream.

"Is there anywhere else you would like me to clean with it?" She asked, eyes wide with a look of carefully staged innocence.

She didn't wait for an answer, just wriggled down so her head was level with his crotch. He rolled over to meet her parted lips.

She could taste both their juices on him as he eased between her lips. Working her tongue around his shaft, she allowed him to press himself deeper into her. He came quickly, still sensitive from their previous encounter. When she'd swallowed him down she gave him another once over with her tongue, just to make sure she'd captured every drop.

They lay entwined on the bed, each lost to their own thoughts until sleep claimed them.