Coercion - Part 6 [Loki/Romanoff] NC-17
Now’s her chance.
Natasha doesn’t take it. She can’t. Not when she’s got a quivering, shaking, whimpering Loki above her. She reaches up to brush her fingernails through his hair, moving it back from his face.
“Loki?”
“I…I intended to bring you with me. I apologize.” Loki says quietly, opening his eyes to bore into the emerald ones beneath him.
“S’alright. I’m not going anywhere.” Natasha purrs back, lifting her head to kiss Loki’s lower lip and wrap her legs tight around his hips when she feels him start to withdraw. “Don’t pull out. I like how you feel.”
“Ugh, okay. Kinda sensitive though.”
They roll, and Loki marvels at the vision above him as Natasha sits proud atop him. Her hips start to rock, and he groans throatily. Her heat is equally perfect and torturous. He wants deeper and wants out. She doesn’t let him recover, and Loki supposes she’s probably lusting after her own climax again.
“Mmm alright, come to me.” he growls, surging up and wrapping an arm around Natasha’s waist. He buries his face to the sweet smelling junction of her neck and growls for her to lift up a little. Just enough so he can kneel beneath her, just enough to give him some leverage.
“Hold onto me.” he groans, taking two handfuls of Natasha’s hips and ass and lifting her up. Their mouthes meet sharply, and Loki’s eyes damn near roll back into his head when Natasha latches onto his tongue. It sends the blood rushing to his cock and he starts to rock towards her heat, eager to feel her climax.
“Why…does this feel…so fucking good…” Natasha pants after a few heated moments, forehead resting on Loki’s, her eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. “You’re a monster...murderer…evil…”
And damnit but they’re BOTH enjoying hearing that.
“That I am, and so much more.” Loki purrs, hands gripping tighter till he’s certain he’s leaving bruises. “You feel so good Natasha. So warm and wet, so welcoming…”
“S-stop it…”
“No. Never.” Loki hisses, pulling the writhing assassin down and his own jaw clenching as he buries balls deep in her. “C’mon woman, use me. Spend your need.”
Nails rake into his shoulders, and Loki lets Natasha go. He can feel the change in her, can see how feverishly she’s burning. So he reaches behind him for the covers and hangs tight, head thrown back as she starts to ride him without finesse. There’s no technique, no real rhythm anymore. Just the friction and sweat and blinding need; the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh, the increasingly frantic yelps from her, the stuttering grunts from him..
Natasha convulses, draws blood from Loki’s shoulders and slams her hips to his as her orgasm creeps up on her. Like an iron knot in her belly that she can’t burst and she desperately delves a hand between them to touch herself, only to feel his dexterous fingers get there first. The coolness of his thumb on her sensitive clit is all she needed, and she keens long and loud at the chamber ceiling as she explodes into a billion pieces, bucking against the Asgardian over and over till she can’t take it a second more.
Vaguely her body registers that he’s come too, again, but she can’t bring herself to care. Can't find the ability to care that she’s leaking his fluids and hers onto their thighs in a god-awful mess, nor that she tastes sweat when she licks her dry lips. They rest together a while, till Loki lifts her off his softening length and deposits her with more tenderness than she expected onto the non-damp side of the bed.
Content and deeply sated, Natasha stretches her body out on the covers and smiles as a cool hand slips between her thighs to cover her throbbing, swollen pussy.
“I’m not ready to go again.” she murmurs, eyes hooded.
“Nor am I, but I’ve been told this helps a woman feel more secure.” Loki murmurs back, taking his place beside her and tucking his other arm under his head. He can’t take his eyes off this female. Even flushed and sex-rumpled she’s utterly ravishing. Even more so with his semen leaking out of her into his hand, and he breathes in the musky, sweet smell of her.
“Will you send me home now?” Natasha asks, turning onto her side and trapping Loki's slender hand between her thighs.
“So eager to leave?”
“SHIELD will be looking for me, and I do have work to do.” Natasha says with a small smile. “Barton will be wondering where the fuck I’ve gone. I was supposed to meet him for dinner...”
Loki hums and buries his nose into the soft red curls so near to his face. She’s having dinner, and possibly relations with another male. The very thought of it makes his blood boil, but then again, he’s really not surprised. Her beauty and murderous charm was what drew him to her afterall. He shouldn't be so angry that other males can see what he sees in her. Still...
“…but I wouldn’t mind being kidnapped again sometime.” Natasha whispers, snuggling up to Loki’s chest and drawing nonsensical patterns into the smattering of dark hair on his pectorals. “Say, twice a week?”
Loki just smiles.
“I think that could be arranged.”
Natasha smiles back.
Coercing him always was easy.
Fin
Natasha doesn’t take it. She can’t. Not when she’s got a quivering, shaking, whimpering Loki above her. She reaches up to brush her fingernails through his hair, moving it back from his face.
“Loki?”
“I…I intended to bring you with me. I apologize.” Loki says quietly, opening his eyes to bore into the emerald ones beneath him.
“S’alright. I’m not going anywhere.” Natasha purrs back, lifting her head to kiss Loki’s lower lip and wrap her legs tight around his hips when she feels him start to withdraw. “Don’t pull out. I like how you feel.”
“Ugh, okay. Kinda sensitive though.”
They roll, and Loki marvels at the vision above him as Natasha sits proud atop him. Her hips start to rock, and he groans throatily. Her heat is equally perfect and torturous. He wants deeper and wants out. She doesn’t let him recover, and Loki supposes she’s probably lusting after her own climax again.
“Mmm alright, come to me.” he growls, surging up and wrapping an arm around Natasha’s waist. He buries his face to the sweet smelling junction of her neck and growls for her to lift up a little. Just enough so he can kneel beneath her, just enough to give him some leverage.
“Hold onto me.” he groans, taking two handfuls of Natasha’s hips and ass and lifting her up. Their mouthes meet sharply, and Loki’s eyes damn near roll back into his head when Natasha latches onto his tongue. It sends the blood rushing to his cock and he starts to rock towards her heat, eager to feel her climax.
“Why…does this feel…so fucking good…” Natasha pants after a few heated moments, forehead resting on Loki’s, her eyes squeezed shut against the pleasure. “You’re a monster...murderer…evil…”
And damnit but they’re BOTH enjoying hearing that.
“That I am, and so much more.” Loki purrs, hands gripping tighter till he’s certain he’s leaving bruises. “You feel so good Natasha. So warm and wet, so welcoming…”
“S-stop it…”
“No. Never.” Loki hisses, pulling the writhing assassin down and his own jaw clenching as he buries balls deep in her. “C’mon woman, use me. Spend your need.”
Nails rake into his shoulders, and Loki lets Natasha go. He can feel the change in her, can see how feverishly she’s burning. So he reaches behind him for the covers and hangs tight, head thrown back as she starts to ride him without finesse. There’s no technique, no real rhythm anymore. Just the friction and sweat and blinding need; the wet slap of flesh-on-flesh, the increasingly frantic yelps from her, the stuttering grunts from him..
Natasha convulses, draws blood from Loki’s shoulders and slams her hips to his as her orgasm creeps up on her. Like an iron knot in her belly that she can’t burst and she desperately delves a hand between them to touch herself, only to feel his dexterous fingers get there first. The coolness of his thumb on her sensitive clit is all she needed, and she keens long and loud at the chamber ceiling as she explodes into a billion pieces, bucking against the Asgardian over and over till she can’t take it a second more.
Vaguely her body registers that he’s come too, again, but she can’t bring herself to care. Can't find the ability to care that she’s leaking his fluids and hers onto their thighs in a god-awful mess, nor that she tastes sweat when she licks her dry lips. They rest together a while, till Loki lifts her off his softening length and deposits her with more tenderness than she expected onto the non-damp side of the bed.
Content and deeply sated, Natasha stretches her body out on the covers and smiles as a cool hand slips between her thighs to cover her throbbing, swollen pussy.
“I’m not ready to go again.” she murmurs, eyes hooded.
“Nor am I, but I’ve been told this helps a woman feel more secure.” Loki murmurs back, taking his place beside her and tucking his other arm under his head. He can’t take his eyes off this female. Even flushed and sex-rumpled she’s utterly ravishing. Even more so with his semen leaking out of her into his hand, and he breathes in the musky, sweet smell of her.
“Will you send me home now?” Natasha asks, turning onto her side and trapping Loki's slender hand between her thighs.
“So eager to leave?”
“SHIELD will be looking for me, and I do have work to do.” Natasha says with a small smile. “Barton will be wondering where the fuck I’ve gone. I was supposed to meet him for dinner...”
Loki hums and buries his nose into the soft red curls so near to his face. She’s having dinner, and possibly relations with another male. The very thought of it makes his blood boil, but then again, he’s really not surprised. Her beauty and murderous charm was what drew him to her afterall. He shouldn't be so angry that other males can see what he sees in her. Still...
“…but I wouldn’t mind being kidnapped again sometime.” Natasha whispers, snuggling up to Loki’s chest and drawing nonsensical patterns into the smattering of dark hair on his pectorals. “Say, twice a week?”
Loki just smiles.
“I think that could be arranged.”
Natasha smiles back.
Coercing him always was easy.
Fin