Doesn't Play Well With Tricksters

16 - Carried Away (WARNING -EXPLICIT)

Loki set his book aside, raising a questioning brow as the others ushered Rachael inside.

"I told you," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. "I feel fine."

"That's what concerns us." Stark answered.

"What happened?" Loki asked, drawing their attention his way.

"Loki," she purred, her eyes clouding over with a light red fog. She pushed the others aside and stalked toward him with a look on her face that bordered on preditory.

Loki's eyebrows shot toward his hairline.

"You can teleport, right?"

He nodded mutely.

She wrapped his tie around her hand and pulled until their faces were all but touching. "Your room. Now."

A swirl of glowing green mist appeared where they once stood, leaving the team gaping in shock.

Seconds later, Loki returned, his tie missing and a surprised, but questioning, look on his face. "I'm not complaining," He smirked. "But what the hell happened on your 'ten minutes or less' mission?"

"She didn't tell you?" Stark asked.

Loki's image flickered for a moment. When it became solid again,  his shirt was torn open and several buttons were missing. "She doesn't seem to be in a talking mood."

Stark snickered. "She was hit with a magic sphere of some kind. It didn't seem to affect her, so we brought her back to get looked at."

Loki flickered again, this time coming back without his coat, shirt or belt. "What color was this sphere?"

The team exchanged curious glances.

"Answer!" Loki yelled, doing his best to hold his image together.  "I am running out of time here."

"And clothes." Stark mumbled.

"Red." Rodgers answered.

Loki disappeared altogether, this time not reappearing.

"What just happened?" Rodgers asked.

"We'll explain it to you when you're older." Stark joked.

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Loki did his best to still Rachael's hands before he could lose any more clothing. "You're under the influence of a spell."

She took his hands, moving them to her ass. "Does it matter?"

He groaned, "It does to me, and it will to you once you're back to your senses."

She made a frustrated sound deep in her throat and raised onto the tips of her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and press her body more firmly against him. "I want you." She ground her hips against his. "And I can tell you want me."

He murmured something about all the self control in all the nine realms before capturing her mouth with his own.

Rachael's eyes fluttered open as the spell lost its hold on her. She had just enough time to see the light red fog cover Loki's eyes before he picked her up, wrapping her legs around him as he walked them toward the bed.

"Uh, Loki?" She whispered, as his mouth moved to her neck, his lips brushing lightly against her sensitive flesh sending a shiver of pure heat straight to her already overstimulated core.

He lowered her onto the bed and, as soon as the plush green comforter hit her back, his hands started exploring her body, sending delicious tingles of awareness across her skin.

For the briefest of moments, she thought the spell was reawakening, but it wasn't. This was no spell. This was pure, unfettered Loki.

He's under a spell. Her mind piped up reminding her that, like when he hesitated when the curse had hold of her, she had to consider what would happen when the magic disapated.

But, damn, it was hard to think of anything else when their clothes disappeared, leaving his hands free to massage her bare breasts. His long, nimble fingers tweaked, rubbed, and pinched her nipples until they stood in eager, needy attention.

"Shit," she gasped, lacing her fingers in his hair when his mouth moved to take over his hand's work.

If she thought for even a moment that she had any control over what was happening, she would feel guilty as hell for reacting so wantonly when he, if her own experience with the spell was anything to go by, was so helpless to resist.

"Loki," she reasoned. "You're going to regret this in the morning."

"I highly doubt it." He smirked, locking his red fogged eyes on hers while his fingers slowly traced a path from her breast, down her abdomen, toward the sensitive area between her thighs.

"Loki, I-" her breath caught in her throat when his long, agile fingers reached their goal, rubbing against her clit in a way that had her all but begging for more in a manner of seconds. All thoughts of protesting were quickly forgotten as his nimble fingers dipped lower to rub against her folds while his thumb rubbed a tight circular pattern around the sensitive nub.

She threw her head back as her hips thrust up against his hand as if they had a mind of their own. She couldn't resist this. She couldn't even remember why she ever tried. The man was magic in more ways than one and it wasn't long before she was clutching him closer, begging him not to stop.

"Rachael?" He asked, drawing her attention to his eyes as the fog started to fade.

She moaned, closing her eyes to try and calm her raging hormones now that he was back to his senses. A part of her wished the spell had lasted just a little longer, that she could have continued toward what she was sure would have been the most mind-numbing orgasm she'd ever had.

Her eyes sprung open as his fingers started moving against her again, gently teasing a reaction out of her body while holding her gaze. "How much would you hate me if I didn't stop?" He asked, leaning over her, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Don't." She begged, her eyes darkening with desire.

He hesitated, watching her eyes to make sure the curse wasn't taking over again. When he didn't see the slightest sign of the fog crossing her eyes, he shifted his hand, sending two fingers deep inside her.

She screamed his name and threw her head back as the feeling took over completely.

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AN:: Holy Shit...
So, this time, I'm going to stop here.
If enough people comment and vote I'll edit to include all the fun, but for now, I thank you all for reading and I promise I will update again soon.