It's true, she will start at the beginning and go through all her stories with him, right through to the endings she doesn't even know about yet. They will live their lives together when they are through being sated in ways never before thought possible. Only he even knows how to touch her outside and inside like this. It astounds her. Sure, others have touched her body, ran their hands over her skin--but she's never felt it so deeply before. It's like his hands were made for her, and now that she knows it, she feels it on an even more personal level. Every touch and stroke bind them closer together, tying them in stronger knots for whatever journey lies in front of them.
Perhaps that is why his touch feels so purposeful, so wonderful. Maybe it is the words they need done in the strokes of their fingers, the shifts of their bodies. Magic has done wonderful things and if the universe has brought them together -- maybe this is a part of how its felt proper to bind them. Natasha is incredibly responsive to his touch, and as he pushes inside her, she moans and slides back against his fingers. Her hand slowly runs against her clit to up the stakes. It's enough to make her drop her head down to the cold edge of the tub.
Warm water from the edge curls against her neck and the humidity culls her pores. "Loki..." She sighs. Yes, their marks will help, but Natasha knows she will never stop needing him-- even in public, she will crave his body, and find ways for them to sneak around what's proper and right, but they will also learn to live normal lives when needed, of course. "I will want you in all your forms." She knows it's true as well, even though she's never desired another woman, she can't wait to dive into his female form, and have her with as much relish as he's tasted Natasha, or let his Jotun form take control over her however its needed. Natasha loves Loki in every single form there is already. She loves him for who he is, for every part of him. "You too have all of me Loki, I give you my control, for that is the greatest thing I can give any other person. It is my mind, my body, and my soul. It is the core of who I am. I trust you with everything, and I desire you take it and wield it as you will, and trust you to do that, as you walk beside me the same. "
She moaned, as she offered him what amounted to the same as wedding vows. Turning her head, she barely lifted it when he began to slip out of her. His words made her smile deepen, her own eyes darkened with lust -- there was love directly behind it, but she needed this, wanted this. "Fuck me, my love, make love to me, take me and feel my tight muscles, like no one has before you." Leaning back, she lifts her head now and slowly begins to take in the enormity of the cock behind her. The sting of it robs her breath, but also fills her with a deep pleasure that she can't describe. "Fuck. Me." She mutters, biting her lip through till she tastes the sting of copper. "God your huge."
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Date: 2024-04-04 08:35 pm (UTC)Perhaps that is why his touch feels so purposeful, so wonderful. Maybe it is the words they need done in the strokes of their fingers, the shifts of their bodies. Magic has done wonderful things and if the universe has brought them together -- maybe this is a part of how its felt proper to bind them. Natasha is incredibly responsive to his touch, and as he pushes inside her, she moans and slides back against his fingers. Her hand slowly runs against her clit to up the stakes. It's enough to make her drop her head down to the cold edge of the tub.
Warm water from the edge curls against her neck and the humidity culls her pores. "Loki..." She sighs. Yes, their marks will help, but Natasha knows she will never stop needing him-- even in public, she will crave his body, and find ways for them to sneak around what's proper and right, but they will also learn to live normal lives when needed, of course. "I will want you in all your forms." She knows it's true as well, even though she's never desired another woman, she can't wait to dive into his female form, and have her with as much relish as he's tasted Natasha, or let his Jotun form take control over her however its needed. Natasha loves Loki in every single form there is already. She loves him for who he is, for every part of him. "You too have all of me Loki, I give you my control, for that is the greatest thing I can give any other person. It is my mind, my body, and my soul. It is the core of who I am. I trust you with everything, and I desire you take it and wield it as you will, and trust you to do that, as you walk beside me the same. "
She moaned, as she offered him what amounted to the same as wedding vows. Turning her head, she barely lifted it when he began to slip out of her. His words made her smile deepen, her own eyes darkened with lust -- there was love directly behind it, but she needed this, wanted this. "Fuck me, my love, make love to me, take me and feel my tight muscles, like no one has before you." Leaning back, she lifts her head now and slowly begins to take in the enormity of the cock behind her. The sting of it robs her breath, but also fills her with a deep pleasure that she can't describe. "Fuck. Me." She mutters, biting her lip through till she tastes the sting of copper. "God your huge."