For the good of all

Kneal

Loki swallows. His piercing stare holds mine. He quivers almost unnoticeably, and lowers him self to the floor. Softly, his knees hit the ground and he lowers his head, looking up at me. I smile, pleased. Picking myself up, I leave his bed and walk slowly towards him. As I approach, I notice his forehead still glistening, and his breath is heavier than before.

"Good," I reward. Lightly I brush my fingertips across his back, tracing his upper spine. Magically his robes melt away into the air, part of the charm. Hairs raise across his skin, and he flinches, tugging the delicate and impenetrable chain behind him. The charm is only as strong as Loki's desires, and it seems to be manifesting fast. Quickly I step back as he lunges from the reflex. Firmly I grip his jaw and tilt his face to me, leaning my body slightly over him. His brown eyes reflect my glistening skin. He tenses against my palm and I lean down to his face.
"No one knows of this, swear on me," I snarl.
"Swear on you," he obediently answers, and spits on my inner thigh. He struggles against the chains. In response i taste him, licking his hot face down the side of his neck. Loki nips at my shoulder but I'm already swaggering back to his four post bed, leaning over his gold silken bed spread, giving him a direct view. Slowly, I arch my back and grin in satisfaction as I hear the chains rustle as he tried to break free. Loki grunts softly as I lay flat down and stand on my toes, extending my rear. Lazily I turn to my side and gaze at him, his head and hair fallen sticking to a sweaty brow. I cup my body in my hands, running them across my curves down and up. Petting myself. Finally dangling my legs off of the bed and lying on my back, still stroking. I sigh and turn my head to see the prince's stare burning into me and his chest heaving. He looked almost, uncomfortable, until I looked down and saw why. He leaned his knees in together, hiding his expansion. So the rumors were true, he is not Asgardian. No wonder he's never been satisfied, he's ashamed. Poor thing. I have my work laid out for me now. I part my legs and prop myself up on my elbows. I trace my fingers over my nipples and lean my head back.