ON YOUR MOUTH LIKE LIQUOR: A PORN FI(ght)C-ATHON BC IT'S NOT A BATTLE
myself and magisterequitum were very sad that the porn battle wasn't happening this year so we talked about having a mini ficathon focused on well... porn. so that's what we did. BOW CHICKA POW.
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The sighs and breathy moans are leaving her mouth quicker now and she finally lets her hand find her clit, the pleasure of it drawing her eyes open again and she sees him.
Loki sits stock-still next to her, his book still held in front of his chest. But now the tome is forgotten completely, his attention fully captured on her hands. On her.
Sif smiles at the sight of his mouth open slightly, his breath audible and works her hand faster and breathes his name. His eyes meet hers and she shudders at the sight, desire painted across his face. Lightning quick he shifts to kneel beside her, his book carelessly dropped to the sheet in a crumpled mess, she notices with satisfaction. His eyes dark with lust, he reaches for her.
“No,” she snaps and his hand pauses. “You declined this. You are only allowed to watch, unless I tell you otherwise.”
He groans, dropping to the mattress beside her. His hand hovers near her hip but he obeys. “Sif,” it is a desperate sound, a protest and a pleasure.
She shakes her head. Perhaps it is cruel of her but that is the nature of War; vindictive and vengeful. Of course her lover has the right to decline her, but she will make him loyal to his word.
Looking into his eyes, she continues to touch herself, drinking in the agony in his face, hearing the hitches in his breathing, feeling the heat of his body so near her. She can practically feel his desire rolling across her skin. The heat in her belly twists higher, she knows that she is close and tries to slow herself, breathing deeper, making it last.
She considers giving him only this, but she is feeling generous and lifts one hand to him, offering, and he does not hesitate to take her glistening fingers into his mouth, groaning as if he is the one on the edge of climax, tonguing and sucking at her skin. It is like lightning to her cunt. She moans and her other hand moves with quicker strokes, swearing she feels the heat and wet of his mouth between her legs. Her back arches and she cries out her release, the steady rhythm he knows she likes best licked against her knuckles as she shudders through waves of hazy pleasure.
When she comes back to herself again, she pulls her hand from her prince’s mouth, stroking a hand against his face flushed bright with hunger. She leans in for a kiss, quick and draws back to turn away from him onto her side. He chases. Pressing to her, his hands running against her waist, his breath on her neck, she can feel his stiffness against her back. “Sif,” his voice is like silk, deep and desperate.
“Hmm?” she hums, reaching for her own book of war tales from the bedside table and opening it to her mark, settling against her pillow. Loki freezes behind her. “Sif?”
“Not tonight, Loki” she sighs, licking a finger to turn her page.
“You cannot be serious,” his voice sounds nearly frantic, and she lifts her book higher to hide a smile.
“I’m exhausted. I plan on sleeping very well tonight.” Her voice is final.
Loki whimpers behind her, flopping back against the bed.
(why not put it on ao3 too)
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