The Enchantress

19: I Love You, I Swear

Frigga and Thor finally let us go.

To be honest, I'm not proud of what- No I lied, I'm very proud of what followed.

We'd finally returned to his room, for the second, maybe third time that day. So much had happened so quickly, so I stopped counting.

"The ring looks beautiful on you my dear." Loki complimented me, kissing the ring on my hand.

"Thank you Loki. But it wouldn't be there, so beautiful, if you hadn't made it and asked me to wear it." Despite all the time we'd spent together, he still managed to make me blush.

Shaking his head, he came closer to me and pulled me to him. Our bodies were pressed together as he used his hand to lift my chin.

"I love you y/n." Loki spoke, kissing me slowly. A romantic, sweet kiss. Not a quick one shared in passing or assurance. It felt like the first. It reminded me that I loved him too.

"I love you more Loki." I kissed him again, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He smiled into it, I could feel his lips against mine.

When we part for air, he slips my dress off. I remove the shirt that he was wearing as he fiddles with his pants, not breaking the kiss this time.

We walk backwards in sync until the back of my legs make contact with his mattress. I fall back and he crawls on top of me. He breaks the kiss and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.

"Do you want this?" He asks, and I nod eagerly.

"Words my love." He kisses my nose while he reminds me.

"Yes." I breathe out, kissing him again.

He stands back up to take off his pants, and I adjust myself further on the bed.

Once they're fully off, he comes back on top of me. He pulls his finger under my bra strap and slowly pulls it from my shoulder, doing the same to the other side.I flip him over once they're off. I straddle him and lock him in place with my arms on either side of him.

"I so love this view of you." He moans while I grind into his hips.

"Y/n-"

There's a voice outside the door.

"Shh." I put my hand over his mouth. I don't want whoever's there to hear us.

The voices continue outside, but as Loki looks up at me though his lashes my thoughts turn darker.

I roll my hips into him, watching as he struggles to be quiet. His eyes squeeze shut while he concentrates. I take my hand off his mouth, and his jaw slacks open, breathing heavily but low.

"D-darling..." As much as he tries to silence himself, a low groan continuously escapes his lips.

"Want me to stop?" I ask teasingly.

He nods frantically,"No n-no."

Taking advantage of his lack of words, my hands travel lower and slip over his bulge. I move off him slightly, resting on his thighs while he whines at the loss.

I slip off his boxers, and move back over him. His hand comes to my hips and he lines himself up. When I lower myself, a string of groans spill off his tongue.

"Oh gods.." I take a moment to adjust, then I start moving. Slowly dragging myself up and down, Loki begins panting. As I increase my pace, the voices outside return, louder than before.

"Can you keep quiet baby?" He doesn't respond, and I slow down, almost coming to a complete stop.

"No, I-I'll b-be quiet, p-please j..just." He starts to catch his breath, but I start again, rutting against him. His hips lift into mine and he arches his back.

Loki throws his head back, leaving his neck exposed. I lean down and suck his pulse point, moving to his shoulder. He was reduced to a moaning mess. Unable to keep himself quiet, he waves his fingers and I can no longer hear the voices outside. I assume he did some sort of spell so he could be louder.

As I suspected, his groans and pleas got louder, the volume of them filling the room.

"You're doing so good love." He whimpers at the praise. I don't know how much longer I could last, my own release so close, but as he pawed at my hips I knew he was right around the corner.

His hands gripped the sheets next to me and his hips stuttered.

"Y/n i'm so... so close." I swivel my hips and his breath quickens. I sink down again and he thrusts back up into me.

"Loki.. right thereee." Both of us reach a fast pace, drowning in each other's pleasure. Loki's thrusts grow more frantic. I grip his shoulders and I bring my face down to kiss him. My release builds and I can't help but pant with desperate breaths. I lower my hips to him and my thighs shake as I finally snap. At the same time I feel Loki reach his end, a mixture of our arousal dripping out of me.

We both stop to catch our breath, the hot liquid soothing the throbbing between my legs.

"Good boy." I kiss his forehead when I finally recover, the slight movement making him jerk a little.

"Don't move, please." He says, holding my hips in place.

"Are you okay?" I ask, slightly concerned.

"I'm better than okay, just.. Sensitive." I barely move and he groans.

"What if I move anyways?" I tease, roll against him.

"Then this is going to last a lot longer." He speaks, as if he's warning me.

"Is that such a bad thing?" He closes his eyes in ecstasy while I continue.

His chest heaves while I rotate my hips gently.

"Oh-oh Y/n. Gods like that. Just like thattt."

He continues to moan and breath heavily until I feel him close again. Purposefully clenching down on him, I feel him come again.

"One more baby. I know you can." I edge him on for a third time, not giving him time to recover from the last.

He chokes on his words, my torturously slow pace staying the same. He whimpers while I let my hands travel down from his shoulder along his stomach. After another few moments of him begging me to speed up, he's throbbing inside me and reaching for my hips.

"Give me one more love. You're right there." Loki, not yet used to the praise and sweet words, snaps, his entire body shaking with a lewd moan.

As he catches his breath, I slowly pull out of him and walk to the bathroom for a towel. Using the faucet, I dampen the rag and come back to Loki. I wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead and then I clean off his shaft. I clean off myself and transport it back to the bathroom in one of the hampers.

"Was that okay?" I ask Loki, making sure I didn't hurt him.

"More than Enchantress." Loki smiles lazily, tired and recovering from lust.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" Now, slightly embarrassed of what I did, I grew worried he was lying to me.

"If you did, I would've loved it."

(Loki's POV)

I look up at her as she asks, "I didn't hurt you, did I?". Her cheeks flush pink.

"If you did, I would've loved it."

If she wanted to burn me, I'd hand her the match and sit still. If she wanted to cut me I'd make her the most beautiful knife and surrender myself. It was getting rather dangerous, the extents I'd let her reach, but I'd cherish my death if she was the one to cause it.

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Y/n is very proud of what followed 

Also, super sorry for the delay, I was working all of yesterday, and I'm pretty sure (100% sure)  I pulled like two muscles 😃

- Zoey <3