Glorious Chaos

Sweet Temptation (Smut!)

Loki pov-

I stood at the entry to the kitchen, watching Lorelei flutter about. She was unaware of my presence, as I hadn't yet stepped into the kitchen, and that made watching her that much more delightful. She was flustered as she worked, moving from place to place in a scatterbrained hurry, continually forgetting what she had just been doing moments before, and starting to do something else, before ultimately remembering her first task, and rushing back to it. I almost felt bad for what I had caused. Keeping her on the edge of her ultimate pleasure. Almost. I'm certain she believed that once I was gone, the pleasure would fade too, that she come down from that almost high. But that was not the case. It had now been two days since our encounter in her bedroom, and the pleasure hadn't ceased for a moment. It was cruel of me, I was well aware, but now she would understand just a breath of what I've felt around her since she walked into the compound two years ago. The constant torment she kept me in, with her obscene thoughts, and longing glances, that she thought I hadn't noticed. I was the one with the magic, and yet it was she, who bewitched me. I didn't take kindly to being off kilter, and she had made it to where I can't go a moment without her filling my mind. Despite the torment of her body, her mind seemed to be at peace for the moment, as she forced herself to focus on her cooking, rather than that intense pulsing between her thighs. I would be lying, if I said I hadn't made it more intense every now and again these past few days. Making the feeling stronger every once and awhile. It could be considered torture, sure. But her mental fortitude, and the sheer power of her will, kept her from going insane. I was in awe of how strong her self control was. How easy, and care free she seemed to be, despite the agonizing lust she must be feeling. It may be petty of me, but I felt as if she seemed just a little too relaxed. We can't have that, can we? I smirked to myself, as I walked further into the kitchen, wondering how long it would take her to sense my presence now. Despite her seemingly full focus being on folding chocolate chips into cookie dough, she seems to forget sometimes, that I can read her mind. She felt me, the second I crossed the threshold into her culinary domain. She was ignoring me. Adorable. I didn't bother speaking, there was no point. So I rounded the counter, sitting at the table so I was facing her. I watched her muscles tense under my gaze, saw the trembling in her hand, that caused a few chocolate chips to scatter out of her bowl, and across the counter. I half expected her to blame me for the mess, to make some quip about how annoying I am. She didn't, but she didn't need to. Every thought that passed her mind fell on my ear like a soft melody.
"—why does he have to sit right there? He's trying to get a rise out of me, as if he hasn't made me miserable enough. I have a box of rat poison under the sink. Does rat poison affect asgardians? Probably not, with my luck. Fucker.
I chuckled at her string of thoughts, ever so fascinated by how her mind worked. Despite what she believes, I don't access her entire mind. I do believe that some things are personal, and private, and should never be touched without consent. It didn't work that way most of the time anyway. I couldn't see her childhood memories, or her password to her laptop (though that one had been an easy guess.) Reading her mind was more like listening in on a private conversation, and only hearing one side of it. Most of the time I don't bother reading anyone's mind, and instead just blocked it out, and went on with my life. But with Lorelei, that was impossible. No matter how hard I tried to block it out, her thoughts slipped through my mental blocks, like water through a fence, seeping her way into any opening. I'd never met someone with that ability before and it was shocking at first. What's more shocking, was she seemed entirely oblivious to this ability. Something like that should take lifetimes of practice, and countless hours of training, and yet she did it mindlessly, and with astonishing ease. It felt very much like reverse mind reading. Instead of reading my thoughts, she was simply putting her own in my head. A gift like that was a beautiful thing. If properly trained. She could make people think whatever she wanted, while they believed the thoughts were her own. And she could even possibly be taught to reverse it, and actually read other thoughts as well. I could've have told her about her gift ages ago, and I probably will eventually, but not yet. I'm still enjoying these games we play, and once she becomes aware of her gift, the more she'll learn to control it, and will be able to shut me out eventually. My attention was drawn from my thoughts, as light twinkled at her throat, a deep satisfaction swelling in my chest, seeing the golden snake fall over her neck line.
"You look exhausted. You poor thing." I informed her with a smile that was dripping in faux sympathy.
"Wonder whose fault that is." She grumbled under her breath, her brows pinched in annoyance. Hmm, she's feisty when she's denied her pleasure. Feistier than usual. That's not surprising, but incredibly useful knowledge for me.
"Your pouting is quite adorable." I assured her, as I grabbed a berry from the bowl on the table, popping it in my mouth, the tartness of it, no comparison to the sour look she threw my way. "You're only torturing yourself, Lorelei. Your problem can be easily corrected. All you have to do is ask."
—I'd rather slam a meat mallet again my hand repeatly. She thought, being sure to imagine very gruesome, and detailed imagery of how exactly an event like that would look, so I knew what she was comparing it to. Yeah, I hope you saw every detail of that, dickhead.
My fists clenched against my thighs beneath the table, her hateful barrage of thoughts, stinging more than I presumed they would. Until, her thoughts continued. And her real reasons for hatefulness started to show through like they always did.
He probably wouldn't eat that either. It's not like he eats anything I make around here anyway. Then again, that's not exactly what I meant when I said he could eat me...oh, god, gross. Shut up. There's gotta be a reason they call him silver tongue, though. I'm sure his head skills were amazing...shut uppppp. God I need therapy, or so much tequila I can't walk straight...
I felt the corners of my lips tugging, a wave of pride swirling through me, as I stood up. Her eyes flicked to me, watching me cautiously as I walked closer. She backed up, her steps matching mine, as I followed her movements closely until her back came in contact with the counter, and there was no space left for her retreat.
"Loki...." She swallowed, her hands trembling as they grabbed the edges of the countertop, bracing herself for what may come. The sound of my name on her lips igniting urges in me that I usually keep on a tighter leash. Watching her torture excited me, but it was no less torture for me, to know she merely an inch away, her whole body aching to feel even the slightest touch of my hands.
Push him away...he's going to leave anyway...I don't want him to leave. They always leave, it doesn't matter what I want....it's better to push him away first. Then he can't hurt me.....
Her thoughts were in a place I'd never been before, not in her mind anyway. Those thoughts ricocheting around in her head, pained me to hear. Was that why she pulls away from me? Why she denies herself even the slightest pleasure? Why she pushes me away? I caught her hands moves in my periphery, my reflexes fast enough to catch her wrists, before she could do what her mind was saying to.
"Do...not." I warned, feeling her muscles relax under my instruction. She stared up at me, those forest green eyes swimming with fear, confusion, lust, and desperation. How exhausting it must be for her, having her own thoughts working against her, as if she were her own enemy. I raised my hands, resting her palms on my chest, before my fingers found the charm on her necklace, toying with it mindlessly. "Do you know what this means?"
"No...." She spoke below a whisper.
"Snakes are a symbol of life and death. Of chaos and order. They are my personal symbol." I told her softly, as she watched me with a curious caution. "This is my mark. You wear my mark, don't understand?" I searched her eyes for her answer. "By baring this mark, you belong to me. I am a selfish god. I will not let others touch what belongs to me. But I do cherish it. I will not leave you, now or ever. You will walk by my side so long as air is drawn into your lungs." I assured her, as my hand resting over her throat, feeling to cool chain of the necklace under my palm. "Your fear of me leaving, it is a futile thought. Nothing will make me leave. Not even you. You could kick, and scream, and demand I go, and it would not make a difference in the world to me."
I could tell without even reading her mind, that this was hard for her to hear. Hard to process. But it needed to be said. Even if she didn't know it, she needed to hear that reassurance. To know that I would not let even her own mind, bully her into believing she did not deserve to take what belongs to her. And I did belong to her. As much as she was mine, I was hers as well. Her brows furrowed, a look on her beautiful face that said she had decided something, and in this moment I would not press her to see what that decision was. Though I didn't have to wait long for an explanation. In a breaths time, she stood on her tiptoes, her lips pressing to mine in a ghost of a touch, from the height of difference. The kiss was soft, timid, but, it was her way of saying she accepted these terms. And I'd never felt so much relief in all my life, as I did when her lips met mine. The control she held onto for dear life, was slipping away, as I leaned down to her, making it easier for her lips to slot against mine. Her lips tasted of peaches, and vanilla, and sent my mind swirling into delicious chaos. A whimper fell past her lips, as her hands slid into my hair, the feeling more than welcome, as the kiss grew more heated. I needed her, needed to taste more of her. I bit down on her bottom lip, her lips parting in a pained gasp, giving me the perfect opening to roll my tongue against hers. I was not ashamed of the feral groan that tore its way out of my chest, as I tasted the sweetness of her tongue, mixed with the peace and vanilla on her lips. She was delectable in every sense of the word, and I wanted her to just how much of an effect she has on me. My hands fell the her waist, her body always feeling so small under my grasp, and I hoisted her onto the counter, feeling her shin into our kiss, as I stepped between her thighs, the supple limbs being shoved apart further than most, to accommodate my size. A few more moments of enjoying her lips, and then I pulled away, earning a whimper of discontentment from her pretty lips. "Loki."
"Hush, darling." I mused as I pushed her copper curls away from her face, finding a great satisfaction in the needy pout that adorned her stunning feature. "I'm about to show you exactly how I was named Silver tongue."
Her eyes widened in shock, as it dawned on her, exactly what I meant. A snap of my fingers, and her bottom half was bare, her voluptuous thighs widened around me still, her slick arousal glistening under the fluorescent lights. Her face and chest reddened with anticipation, as I knelt down before her. I am not one to kneel, but for Lorelei, I spent the rest of my knees tasting her if I could. I looked up at her, finding her watching me with a lust filled fascination. "Look how pretty you are, perched up there for me, like a feast ready to be devoured. So beautiful, my darling. She didn't speak, but the clench of her muscles between the apex of her thighs, told me all I needed to know, about how much she enjoyed my praise. I grabbed her ankle, my hand wrapping follow over the thin joint, as I placed it on my shoulders, watching her carefully, as I placed a kiss against the arch of her foot, and continued the wet trail up her ankle, her calf, her thigh—she moaned defiantly, as my mouth inched closer to glistening slit, but went no further, and instead started the same pattern up her other leg, until they were both successfully resting on my shoulders. The scent of her sex was intoxicating, and sweet, making my mouth water as I drew closer. Pressing her knees further apart, I could resist her no longer, and delved in, flattening my tongue against her, licking a long selfish stripe of her center. Her knees trembled, as a moan like nothing is ever heard before, rang about me, urging me into to do it once again. She tasted sweet, and metallic, and addicting. My self control vanished with every pass of my tongue, until I was devouring her like a rabid beast, my tongue lapping, and swirling, and curling, making my cock grow harder by the second. Soon. Soon, I would be sheathed inside of her, hearing her cries and pleas of pleasure, begging me to stop because she'd endured too much pleasure, and I'll continue to pleasure her until cries, and then again, some more, until I've had my fill. But not now. Right now was about her, it was about relieving the burden she had placed on herself. My tongue teased, and furrowed the tiny bud of nerves, watching her back arch, and her head fall back, as pleasure jolted through her. Something was wrong....ah, yes. Without a moment to waste, I snapped my fingers, vanishing the rest of her clothes, so nothing else could block my view of this beautiful creature writhing before me. Seeing her pert breasts, watching them rise and fall with her short breaths, had me groaning into her, making her squeal from the vibration. I had to admit, her reaction were absolutely addicting. I stayed between her thighs, though I needed to touch more of her. My hand slid over her mound, across the soft plane of her abdomen, until it rest between the most gorgeous pair of breasts I'd ever laid eyes on. Her inner thighs began to tremble as I devoured her as promised, the muscles in her lower tummy starting to twitch, and her breaths grew shorter beneath my palm. I could feel her heart hammering, I could taste her juices flowing down my tongue and chin. She was going to cum....or she thought she was. But I couldn't decide. Do I want to see her so desperate for me, she comes crawling to me on all fours, begging for release. Or do I want to watch the glorious moment that she cums for me, that she has denied me for so long. I didn't have to think long to decide, as her breathless whimpers made the decision for me.
"Loki, please...please...." She moaned, her body quivering, like the most breathtaking earthquake. A women in the throes of pleasure was an exceptional sight, but Lorelei.....I would give every bit of my life to see this moment for her over and over again....