What is only minutes feels like days, weeks, months or years have gone by in the way of time that has brought them both to this point of crossing intimacies. Natasha has never let another soul in this deeply, neither man nor woman, nor would she want to. There's no one that has ever felt like this to her. It's like his body is a perfect match for hers, everything lines up with the perfection the gods, or Norns made it to be. Her hips cling to his, and match every dip and sharp line with her curves. They softly glide along to fit up against him in a way no other body can. He might be lover of both man and woman-- but she feels mated to him at a greater level. It's wholly unheard of, and she doesn't understand a single moment of it.
Did they skip to some other dimension completely where the earth has been taken over by people who believe in star-crossed lovers, for Natasha has never once in her life even believed she was completely worthy of love, and now she's alive and being filled with a man who accepts every single moan, and drinks up all that she has to offer, wanting her exactly for the woman she is. She thinks, and feels in her bones that she's not alone in this. If she had her say, she'd drag him off and never let go of him again. This is it, it's all it takes.
"Loki, oh my Loki." She cries and buries her head against his shoulder. She can feel her body get to that point, and she rolls upward, pressing down against his large erection so that he fills her completely. "There, please, oh fuck,yes. Don't, change your hips. Just fuck me, harder." She cries out louder, and then drags her nails up along his back in long red rivulets, thrusting tightened hips forward, ramming herself down on his perfect cock. She comes and comes, and doesn't stop as the rapture continues to twine through her body as long as he continues. Finally she falls back minutes later, panting. "Oh Jesus, fuck. Loki. You are so amazing. No one has done this to be before. You are the only one, my darling. You. only you. You're all I want. Mark me. Please." She begs, and rolls against him, knowing that after all that, he probably isn't too far from his orgasm now.
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Did they skip to some other dimension completely where the earth has been taken over by people who believe in star-crossed lovers, for Natasha has never once in her life even believed she was completely worthy of love, and now she's alive and being filled with a man who accepts every single moan, and drinks up all that she has to offer, wanting her exactly for the woman she is. She thinks, and feels in her bones that she's not alone in this. If she had her say, she'd drag him off and never let go of him again. This is it, it's all it takes.
"Loki, oh my Loki." She cries and buries her head against his shoulder. She can feel her body get to that point, and she rolls upward, pressing down against his large erection so that he fills her completely. "There, please, oh fuck,yes. Don't, change your hips. Just fuck me, harder." She cries out louder, and then drags her nails up along his back in long red rivulets, thrusting tightened hips forward, ramming herself down on his perfect cock. She comes and comes, and doesn't stop as the rapture continues to twine through her body as long as he continues. Finally she falls back minutes later, panting. "Oh Jesus, fuck. Loki. You are so amazing. No one has done this to be before. You are the only one, my darling. You. only you. You're all I want. Mark me. Please." She begs, and rolls against him, knowing that after all that, he probably isn't too far from his orgasm now.