Sometimes he wonders what it would've been like if he'd been able to know her before his redemption. He thinks that at least physically they still would've been a match, but the intensity he felt about pretty much everything back then, good or bad, would that have intensified things? Was that even possible? Or would she have had the power to transform him, even back then. He suspects if anyone could've gotten through to him then, it would've been her, especially with the reaction he did have from the little contact they had had.

Right now though, there's about as little thought in his head as there ever has been. He's running on pure, physical reaction. His skin feels like it's on fire, his balls are tight and they ache as his erection drips with want. Every single muscle in his body is tight with his attempt to keep control as that magical toy continues to drill and vibrate within him, driving him mad with lust. Each and every touch, from the softness of her lips to the scratch of her nails drive him closer and closer to his end. It's a miracle he's hasn't already come, but his last bit of resolve is all for her and her commands.

Loki cannot hold back the sob that leaves him when she finally gives permission. His whole body goes rigid, his back arching and limbs straining as he lets go. At first, there are no words, just mindless moans and gasps as he ejaculates in long streams. If not for the pillow, he likely would've come hard enough to spray the headboard of her bed. Then the words flow from him like he couldn't stop. "Oh Norns Natasha, I wish this pillow was your face, your breast, any hole you would allow me. I want to fill you and coat you, mark you as forever mine."

His hips continue to move, thrusting between the pillow and snapping back onto the toy, not wanting it to end.