Right now, Natasha knows so little about Loki or about what's happened to him. All of this is merely conjecture and she truly can't wait to hear his tales about where he's been and what's gone on. The title of Queen is still a glimmer in her eye, with no true understanding as to what it means, or how he wears the title of king. It will be such a surprise for her to learn of the life he's been leading and how it all came about. The battles that he has fought, and the near misses will have her ever thankful that they have managed to be here at all.
For she is, she is more than grateful to feel his fingers as they press across her skin, some of them soothing over her back and hip while he places a finger inside her in a place where no other male has done before. One day they will talk about all his forms, and she will tell him how much she loves every part of him, and will be with him in any form he takes. There is no part of him that she does not love, no single sight of him that she can not bring herself to adore with her entire being. It almost startles her to realize how much control she's happy to give away, especially trusting him to enter her this way, but she wants it.
Exactly the same way she desires his mark. There's this part of her that she held on so tightly to, that she bled and fought to hold onto that she realizes was never truly hers. It was always there for the right person. "No one will ever have this either. My body is yours, as is my love and my mark. I am all yours, you've already taken a part of me that no other person has even seen, my love and I never thought i'd be willing to give-- " She pauses when his second finger presses in and moans, closing her eyes to breathe through the new stretch.
"Fuck, your fingers feel so amazing. I don't know what it is, but there's a whole different type of a pleasure. i feel like it's up against another part of me, the back wall, and it's deep. Fuck you are going to go so deep, I can tell you will. I want you to fill me, and i want you to feel how tight I'll be for you." She stays still even if she wants to roll her hips and ride that second finger like she did the first. Fucking him comes so natural, no matter where his cock, or fingers may be. She reaches back as he is fingering her and begins to play with her clit. This causes her to whine, as he fills her, tossing her head back and letting her damp tendrils fly.
Soon, once they have exhausted their need for each other’s bodies, he will tell her everything. No detail will be left out, even ones he does not like to remember. He will tell her everything, from when he found out his true heritage right through to how he came to be King, the God of Stories, the keeper of all timelines. He wants her to know him in away no one else does, just as he is learning about her in the same way.
As his fingers breach her, slowly opening her and preparing her to be truly filled, his free hand roams over her soft skin. It is as if they can speak to each other through touch and perhaps they can. Perhaps this is why they have connected so deeply so quickly. They do not need words, they simply need to be in each other’s presence to know how the other thinks and feels. The will still use words, of course, for more of the details. But the true understanding comes from simply being with each other.
It also explains why the sex has been so intense and why the idea of wearing her mark brings such an intense desire to him. He feels a need to be as close to her as possible at all times and he thinks that the mark will aid in that. Otherwise he might end up needing to do inappropriate things with her in the company of others. “In turn I have given you something no one else has ever truly had of myself. My body will always be yours for the taking, in all its forms. I want you to explore all of me, whether when I am female or when I am in my Jotun form, but more than all of that, I give you my heart and my mind. Fully and completely.”
A smile crosses his face, eyes dark with lust as he continues to work her open. It’s not just her words that let him know how much she is enjoying this, but how her body reacts as well. “You will not know true deepness until I am fully buried within you. I will show you just what it truly means to be filled. This will be an experience I hope you never forget.”
Slowly, he pulls his fingers from her, unable to wait any longer. “Lean back on me, it is time. But go slowly. I wish for us both to savour this.”
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."
It is like he’s spent his life learning how to play an instrument only to find he’s been given the wrong sheet music until now. It feels as though he’s known her his whole life, his hands dancing across her skin with the skill of knowledge and experience. It’s a deeper feeling, as if he’s more in tune with her than anyone he’s ever known before. They are connected on a much deeper level and he feels awed that this is even happening.
There is definitely magic happening here. Not necessarily the same kind he wields himself, but there is something in the air, something electric between them that he recognizes as fate. The Norns have seen fit to bring them together, and now as they get ready to join physically again, it feels as if it is so much more than what it appears to be. This is not merely a physical bonding, two people coming together in love and lust, but something that will tie them together just as much as the ceremonies they have already planned. They will truly belong to each other once this night is finished and the vows and branding will seal it all, forever keeping them together.
Loki has never felt more excited for the future. He wants to make this the most special, wonderful experience for her, the most memorable, because to him, he has sealed his fate with her now. This is his pledge to her that he belongs to her for all eternity and beyond.
“I will cherish all of you for the rest of time and more. I shall ensure you never regret giving me such a priceless gift. You shall be adored for all time. And in turn, I am equally yours, in all ways known to all living creatures, I am yours.”
He goes as slowly as he can, not wishing to cause her any undue harm, though he remembers well the first time he was in her position and knows the sting well. “Relax further, my love, and I will take you to the depths of pleasure.” He keeps one hand on her hip, steadying her as his other holds his cock at her tight entrance, pushing with just enough force to finally have the head of his cock enter past the tight ring of muscle. He gasps at the tight heat of her, and needs to pause for a moment as her heat grips him so perfectly, he worries he might come right then and there. “Slowly sit, I want to feel every inch of you as I fill you. I want you to feel everything in return as I fill you deeply. I know you can take it and I wish to give you it all.”
Even though Natasha holds no special magical senses of her own, she already knows by how her heart twists and moves that this is beyond normal and that there were outer forces at play. Normally she'd be beyond herself at the thought that someone or thing outside herself had any control over this, but when it turns out that Natasha can't find any fault in what's been offered to her how can she -- this is all that she's secretly hoped for since childhood; it's her heart's song, To turn away would be foolishness of the utmost order, and Natasha is certainly no fool.
All that he promises is open and there's no one thing that she looks forward to than any other, for right now the most pressing part (in more ways than one) is to be present in this very moment with him. Natasha wants to live her entire future out with him, but she also wants to be here with him now, focusing on exactly what they are doing, because despite all else this is the first thing that brought them together, and tied their hearts so closely, and she will always focus on every thing that centers between them and not the far off because here is the truth.
It's difficult to harm someone who delights in measures of pain the way she does. Natasha's never known the true meaning of the word 'sub space' because she's never been a sub, but she's been to that place of perfect peace brought on by a certain amount of pain-- and she would probably relish learning how to enjoy it as well as deliver it with the right person, but only under conditions that didn't resemble those that tortured her before.
This is nothing like that. This is beautiful and bright, and the burn that grounds her to him is wonderful. It reminds her that she belongs to Loki. "I want it all, my love. I want to know that I am yours and the burn of it, only reminds me of that like the pleasure does. You are both sides, the fire, the ice. You bring all the things I like in one. Fuck, it feels like I've never been more alive when you push into me. " She brings herself back like he asks, and gasps at the feel of him. Nothing has felt more large, more intense in her life She has no choice but to move slow as he stretches her open. There's a few times she has to move forward to sit back further.
"Loki..." She moans around his name, saying it as it's meant to be said in the most grand pleasure. "I have never felt like this." Finally she meets his lap and can feel him inside her. Curling her arm around his neck, she slides forward some and breathes deeply as she does, almost not wanting to release him from his deep purchase in her body.
Many believe that there is no magic in their world, or at least that they have no contact with it, but even those who cannot wield it have contact with it. They are simply not connected with it the same way someone like himself is. Natasha is no witch or mage, that is for sure, but magic is still all about her. She was made for him and that alone is quite magical. The Norns always knew what they were doing and that is no different now, with how they’ve brought them together.
Being present in the moment has always been difficult for Loki. He’s spent much of his life looking forward, trying to get what he wanted for the future because of how unhappy he had been in the present. All that had started to change when he’d found purpose with the TVA, and now he feels like he’s become complete by meeting Natasha once more. How they are now, even after only one evening together, is the perfect conclusion to his redemption and has led to him being solely and firmly in the present moment with her. It’s not just the sex, though it is quite wonderful, but it’s more about connecting with each other in every way possible.
If she ever asks, he would gladly submit to her. As this is the first time she’s ever let anyone have her like this, though she is aware of the pleasure to be found with it, Loki feels the same way about submitting to another. It is something he has always desired, but has never found anyone he trusts enough to give into. He’s just as happy being in charge, so it never bothered him much that it is missing from his life, but with her, he thinks maybe they could try all sorts of new things they both had always been curious about.
Natasha’s words burn through him brightly and he shivers in pleasure, his hips pushing up, causing him to push a bit further into her before he intended. Then he manages to relax as she does as he asked, slowly sitting, shifting, moving perfectly and almost delicately as she takes more and more of him in.
“You feel absolutely perfect around me, love.” His words are gasped, breathless as she moves, sitting back further and further. Just as he hoped, he feels every inch of her as she takes more of him inside her. She is so tight and hot and yet it is like he fits perfectly inside her. She truly was made for him.
When she is fully seated, he needs a moment to catch his breath. The feeling of having her like this is completely overwhelming and he buries his face into her neck as his hands slide down her sides and over her stomach. “You are perfect, my love. Nothing has ever felt this good before, nor will again. Only you could take me like this.” He’s harder than he can ever remember being, and he wonders if she can feel his cock twitching inside her. They sit like that for some unknown amount of time, just feeling the extent of the other’s body.
“Whenever you are ready, you may move and I will show you new heights of pleasure.”
It appears that their sexual life will be as magical as their real life. There will be time to talk about all things between them, and nothing will be held back. Natasha is rather open and she enjoys discussing things that have to do with sex and pleasing her partner. If they both wish to sit and collar one another at different times, if they wish to bring anything into this life of theirs -- that is for them to decide as long as they do it and decide on it together. For now Natasha is enjoying all that Loki is bringing her now, and her heart beats for the day when they join together in all finality soon. These are the little things that are hoped and dreamed about. All of it will be done in time.
No matter how deeply he drives himself into her, she finds only pleasure. The depth of it burns like a showering firework, brilliant and colorful as her body accepts every part of Loki that he gives her. She was made to take him in every part of her. He will find that there's nothing that she would not do for him, no where she will not fit. "I love you.." She whispers, gasping at the finality of depth he's reached inside her.
This is a place no other person has been before and she knows that it's because she's waited all her life for Loki. Swallowing deep, she leans back into him, and runs her hands back along his body where she can reach, anxious to always be touching. "You, this was made for you. I was made for you and no man has been inside me like this, because I was waiting for you. I know it now." She slides forward slowly and gasps at the way it feels, moaning softly the further she pulls off of him, almost loathing the feeling of losing his depth.
Like never before in his life, he knows he will confide everything to her. Even the parts of his life he isn’t proud of. He wants to explain to her why he did some things she is aware of and even more that she is not. Beyond everything, the good and the bad, it doesn’t matter, he wants her to know him fully, on a deeper level than anyone has ever known him before. She deserves nothing less. And that alone is nothing short of magical. He’s never felt like this about anyone before, never trusted anyone like this before and telling her everything is just the first step to showing her just how much.
The way she moves against him and over him is surely the greatest thing he’s ever experienced. They fit together so perfectly and he can’t help but push into her deeper and deeper, needing to feel like he’s fully encompassed by her. He’s fully buried now and for a moment all he could do was shudder in pleasure as he wrapped an arm around her middle, holding her close as he bites gently at the back of her neck. “I love you more than you could ever know, my darling.” His words are breathed out over the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Yes, my love. You fit me like a glove. I shall thank the Norns for the rest of time for you. For it it not just physically that this is true, but mentally and emotionally. I do not know what I did to finally have you in my life, but I am forever thankful to have you like this and in all ways.”
The arm around her middle tightens in response to her last words and he uses his strength to lift her just enough that he can thrust back up into her. He’s not particularly gentle, but he knows she can take it. He uses this action to both thrust into her and have gravity do its job and let her fall back onto him, taking her deep and hard and fast. His free hand comes around to play with her clit before slowly slipping a finger inside her pussy, wanting to touch her everywhere at the same time.
Already, it feels like they've known one another for longer than its been and with the splash and swirls of water around their body, Natasha knows that she would drown were it not for him. Her life is finally beginning and parts are ending all at the same time. There are chapters and walls that had always been like stone around her, that have shattered and opened to this man, this magician from both Asgard and Jotunheim. He's a prince in both places and now a King of time and owner of her heart. With him inside her how, what chance does she stand.
Although, she was gone long before this. Love swells and overflows, exactly like the way they force the water out of the tub when Loki pulls her back onto him and uses that momentum to take her deeper than before. She moans at the way he bites the back of her neck, wanting him to mark her as many times as possible so that her body will be a reflection of the time that they've had together. No matter if they'll constantly be together from this point forward, Natasha can't help but feel a bit desperate to have herself covered in his possessiveness. It's something she's never needed from any person before in her life, and yet now it's all she can think of.
"Oh god, fuck, this is amazing. I can't even tell you the different ways my body is starting to build." At this point, the way he's fucking her deep and hard, she has a feeling that she might even orgasm this way. Then the attention to her pussy is building another, completely different feeling. It's a rush of energy, all directions rolling in and boiling through her. She runs her hand along the arm at her middle, and turns to try and catch his mouth for a kiss if possible, wanting, hungry to feed from his lips as she is from his body.
Maybe they have known each other for longer. Loki knows better than anyone how many different possibilities there are when it comes to time. Perhaps they have crossed paths like this so many times in other worlds that they know each other without knowing each other. It would only make sense seeing as they were meant to be together. It would hardly surprise him if there were other times when they were naturally drawn to each other.
The water splashes around them as he continues to revel in how good it feels to be this connected to the most wonderful person he’s ever met. There is something truly special about Natasha and he can feel that so much more intensely when he’s with her like this. Their connection is so deep, so strong, it’s almost overwhelming. He’s all consumed by the feel of not just her body around him, but her spiritual energy invading him on a much deeper level. He feels exposed and torn asunder, but also wants and needs this from her so much, it’s like he’s been blessed.
He groans before sucking a mark into her neck as he continues to drive into her. Later, he will worry he’s gone too hard, that this has been too much, but right now all he can hear is how much she is enjoying this and feel how perfectly her body takes him. With each thrust he buries himself fully. The next time they do this he wants to have a better angle, a better position where he can really drive into her, but this is still beyond perfect. Everything with her is beyond perfect. “I cannot explain to you how good you feel. How much I love you and how much I want to have you feel nothing but the absolute heights of pleasure.”
As he speaks, he continues to thrust, but now adds a second finger to her pussy, finding he has an insatiable need to fill her as much as he can, in every way he can. As she turns to kiss him, he eagerly pushes his tongue into her mouth, claiming her again in yet another way.
The possibilties of other lifetimes, and branches of time that pass by and nearly miss are still so foreign to Natasha. It would be like life to put them together over and over, given how strong their connection is. Maybe they are two souls destined to be together in a million other lives. If there have been fated couples since time began who have been cycling through bodies to be together, why can't there be two people who were destined to be together in timeline after timeline, falling through the twisted passages made especially for them to happen upon one another in the exact perfect moment so that when they finally do come together, it's pure magic.
Because it is, and Natasha's body already knows the frame that fits so ultimately against hers, and no matter how he takes her-- how deep, how powerfully, it will never be too much. He could do much of anything, dress her up as his little pain slut, and she would become that for him. Her trust in him is absolute, and he is now the alter at which she worships. His body is what she wants to pleasure as much as he does hers. It is a double edged sword of perfection made and tied between them.
There's another cry when she leans back and he fills her again. Every action is repeated as the pleasure builds. She can already tell that something new and different is building. It's deeper and resonates in a different place from where her orgasms normally do. There's no way to describe how it feels, other than she doesn't want it to stop. The added pleasure of his fingers have her panting and begging for more. She tosses her head back.
"Fuck, baby. This is... I don't even know. Don't stop. I'm going to come, but then once I do, don't stop, cause I won't be done..." How can she tell him that she's got two orgasms, two different types. The first hits her hard and she has to pull from his mouth, least she bites his tongue. Biting at her own lip, she presses through until she tastes blood, groaning deep and low-- the anal orgasm is low and deep and spreads like an electric bomb through her body. It's a quake that doesn't stop until she's panting. Then she's back to pumping against him and rolling her hips into his fingers-- building up what else he's started. "Fuck me Loki, oh lords, fuck me. Harder."
The longer they are together, the more they come together both physically and emotionally, the more he believes all that to be true. Kang did his best to keep them apart in his design for the Sacred Timeline and Loki has to wonder if he knew that he could not face them together, their force too great, or if he simply did not know beyond a certain point. Either way, it is clear now that nothing would keep them apart. It’s like the moment they met face to face that night, they became locked together, bound by an unseen force that blessed them both with true happiness and a connection so deep nothing could touch it.
Now she is his and he is hers. As much as he could do whatever he wants with her, the same is true in reverse. She could be his pain slut and he could be her whipping boy. Never before in his life has there been anyone he would kneel for, but he would kneel for her. After they were done here, he knew they would have to speak in detail about what was required of him, and by extension of her since she was going to be by his side now, but beyond that he also would like to talk more of how they will play in their downtime. Because no matter how much work they have, he knows that they will always want each other in all ways and he wants them both to know everything the other wants and needs.
Loki has made many people of all genders come before and he would like to add he believes himself to be very good at it, but absolutely nothing compares to making Natasha come. “I will not stop, my love.” Is all he manages before he could swear he feels her orgasm as her body practically ripples around him. He pumps into her harder and faster, his hand still working her pussy, though he’s starting to run on auto-pilot as her body squeezes around his cock. He watches her arch and moan, her body stuttering and thrusting against him in the wake of pleasure rolling hard through her body.
It takes everything he’s got not to come deep inside her just at the sight.
She slows, but only just slightly as she continues to rock back on him. He doesn’t let up, still thrusting deep into her ass while adding a third finger to her pussy. He knows she’s going to come again. He brings up his free hand then to pinch and roll at one of her nipples, feeling how hard it is between his fingers. Loki does exactly as she asks, his hips moving harder and faster now, pushing all the way into her with each thrust, burying himself fully in her without thought or worry. He drives his fingers into her as deep as they will go and does his best to curl them, wanting to hit her spot but unsure if he has the correct angle.
“Come for me again.” He whispers, voice deep and low. “I want to feel all of you tighten around me while I fill you with my seed so deep you may have it within you forever.”
It certainly would have been a feat to see Kang try and take on both Loki and Natasha. Then again, it wasn't needed in the end. Life had taken the course that was needed, and the outcome was even more sweet this way. The souls destined to be together as fate has wound it finally managed to find one another, despite whatever forces fought against them. Love fought for them, and it always did seem to conquer all, didn't it. It broke through a hold that brought two together that never would have found it in themselves to probably find one another under normal circumstances.
This was beyond that and above it all. It would be marvelous to see what was in store for them as they continue to move forward in all seriousness and in their downtime. Natasha is certain as Loki is, even now as her body continues to move and flex around his. He's masterful at his craft. She couldn't have chosen a better lover if she'd sat down and attempted to -- then again, she did happen to choose a man who had been doing this for thousands of years, manipulating those of all genders, and kinds. She fell apart around his body, and while she gripped at his sides and did her best to continue to try and hold on, Natasha knew she didn't have much longer until she fell apart again.
When Loki adds yet another finger inside her she swears that he's filling her with two of himself. She cries out for him and arches against his body, coming down hard on his cock at full force when her second orgasm-- this one a full grade g-spot internal orgasm has her body arching and quivering, as she tightens everywhere. His finger on her nipple makes her clit throb and she can even feel a hit of that as she comes and continues to ride wave after wave. "Come inside me, fuck loki. Now." She's nearly screaming his name as she tries to move against him, but it's too hard. Her orgasm has made motion almost impossible. She stuck riding the fingers he's got inside her, begging them to keep rubbing her until she's drowning in the most incredible wave she's ever felt.
Falling down from it all, she only stops and draws slack against Loki when she is certain that he's lost himself inside her as well. She knows that only he could have taken her to that height of pleasure, and nothing will ever compare to being with him ever again. "I love you." She whispers, and turns her head to touch her lips to the closest piece of skin she can find.
There had been a time when Loki had thought that he would be alone forever. Even as he started to make friends, he never imagined he could really have this. For a long time he believe it wasn’t something he deserved and being told that Kang’s plan for him was to fail so that others may succeed hadn’t helped that. Of course, now he knows better. He knows that all of this did happen for a reason, that somehow he is the chosen variant, the one able to break free of the chains of the Sacred Timeline and set everything to right. There is a version of him that is meant to live that original life, and a million more that live millions more, but he’s the one that has allowed that to happen and though she is really so much more than this, Natasha is certainly a prize for having done such things.
Prize seems like the wrong word. But Loki does see that him being allowed to be with her is something that is special and why else could he be so deserving? He also thinks that this version of her must have similar reasons for wanting and receiving him. Just another way in which he believes they are truly equals. All versions of her are brilliant and worthy in his mind, but he also believes that it’s possible she has done something different that allows her to see beyond his past and accept him so fully.
All thought is wrenched from him as he hits the correct spot and feels her arch and hears his name on her lips. He doesn’t let up, pressing firmly against that spot inside her as he holds onto her, ensuring he remains fully buried as she pushes back hard onto him. The only motion for a moment is his fingers massaging her spot while his thumb rubs at her clit. He gasps out her name as she comes harder than he’s ever made anyone come before.
Instincts take over as she calls for him to come. He couldn’t deny her if he tried and that is the last thing he wants. How could he with her body gripped tightly around him like that. Using the last of his strength, he lifts her with his free arm and drives her back down onto his cock for one last thrust as he feels himself erupt inside her. All his senses feel numbed as all he can focus on is how it feels to be buried inside her tight heat. His body tenses and he grips her tight to his chest, pleasure rolling through his whole body in overwhelming waves for what feels like an eternity. He’s never come like this before, never been so fully entranced by his partner that he couldn’t see or feel anything but her.
Loki has no idea how long it’s been when he comes back to his senses. Natasha is almost limp against his body and he’s still buried inside her, though both hands are now wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly to him. He can hear her words of love and it touches him so deeply he worries for a moment he might cry. As she turns to kiss him, he moves into it, awkwardly capturing her lips as best he can and holding onto her as if she is the most precious thing in the world.
Where there is great sacrifice there is also great reward. They've both come from places where they've done a variety of grievous acts, and somehow turned themselves around into beings that were both willing to sacrifice anything for the greater good, both for the universe-- obviously Loki for the multiverse as a whole. It looks like their offerings were not given in vain. Maybe Natasha has not made hers yet, but the willingness is there in her heart and it is already known to time.
What a shame her life might have been to never have found this love, this rich aspect of her heart-- to know that she's capable of allowing every wall to fall around her heart and soul, things she's kept locked for so long. Within such a short span it's all come unchained and here she is filled and still quivering, throbbing with the fierce pleasure that wracked her entire being. Tethered to Loki as she is, Natasha leans back heavily and laps across his mouth the best she can.
It feels like a sin that she should move and release his body, but it's also not exactly the most secure position to hold onto for much longer. "I don't want to let go of you." She sighs, and lets her head drop back across his shoulder, opening her neck to him. Lolling it to the side she kisses his neck, and tastes mixed bits of water and sweat. It seems like they need to sink in the tub to rinse off this latest bout of lovemaking before crawling back out to rest and then most likely talk about all the wonderful worlds of life that await them. Hands slip down the sides of Loki's thighs and knead along them. Fuck, she loves this man. She loves him so much more than she ever thought possible before finding him.
She is right, of course. They both have done both truly awful and truly wonderful things. It’s just one of the many reasons why they are so perfect for each other. The best people, in Loki’s opinion anyway, are those that have have dealt with the good and the bad, who have had horrible things happen to them and done horrible things as well, but they had come out the other side, better people in every sense of the word.
Loki can’t imagine a world in which he doesn’t love Natasha, though he’s very aware of worlds in which she does not love him. None of that matters though because this version of him and this version of her were meant to be. They were meant to work together to keep the multiverse safe and to be with each other for all time. He’s never been more sure of anything before in his life. He’s sure that he will always feel this way and perhaps always has felt this way, but it is even more intense as they kiss while still joined, their bodies, hearts and souls all intertwined as one.
He knows what she means when she speaks again. The idea of them physically parting is tougher to manage than he originally thought. As much as he feels connected to her in all ways, the addition of the physical makes everything so much more intense. “I know love, it is all right though. We will never truly be parted again.” He licks up her neck before pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin there before shifting to she can do the same in return. He’s truly never felt anything like this before. He sighs happily as she runs her hands over his thighs. Even as they remain connected, he conjures up some more soap and returns to washing her body almost reverently.
"I never imagined what it would be like to fall in love like this." She looks at him after he conjures up the bar of soap to begin washing her. It's still a marvel to her that he can do such things. In her mind she's always known of his magical powers and she's seen them several times already, but it will take a while before they lose their wonder, if ever they do. He's a vibrant rainbow of mystery and excitement and honestly, this day has been the best start to a relationship she could ever ask for.
Laughing softly, she wets her lips and softly admits something she's not sure either of them have considered. "You know. You're the first person I've truly dated. I've never let anyone in so far to be at one with them, and now you and I are not only together, but engaged in a manner of speaking. I mean, I intend to be wed to you by one ceremony or another. I guess we do nothing small. The universe wanted us for one another in a grand way, didn't it." Her fingers steal some of the soap from her body and begin running it along Loki's body as well. At least the parts she can reach.
"I can't wait for all of it. I feel like we should do it all right now, you know? I know reasonably there's all the time in the world, but my heart is soaring. My body is so alive, and you. Gods, I love you. I want it all instantly." She laughs then, and grins. It's been ages since she's felt so light and free. He does this for her and she's never been more thankful that she can give herself over to a King that will love and cherish her-- that will allow her to be herself in every way, and that is strong enough to be either dominant or submissive as she needs, as she will be for him. They are truly meant for one another in every way.
“I never imagined I would ever fall in love at all.” There had been Sylvie, but it really hadn’t taken long to see how he’d been mistaken about that. She was more representative of the parts of himself that he liked as opposed to a separate person who complimented him. Now he sees her as his sister and one of his closest friends. Someone who he can trust to call him on his shit, but when it comes to a love like what he has with Natasha, it hardly holds a candle.
Honestly, he hopes she keeps her wonder when it comes to his magic. He’ll certainly never tire of impressing her with it. It’s something that is very special to him and showing her his magic any time would always be something he would love to do.
“I can’t say I’ve ever dated anyone before either.” He’s never had any sort of serious relationship. It hasn’t seemed like something very important, not until he met her and felt how connected they truly were. “I am sure there will be some who question us on this. They will think something nefarious is happening because it will seem too quick to them, but they are wrong. I have been waiting for you for over a thousand years. That is hardly quick.” He smiles then and kisses her neck once more. “I think we should commemorate this with an actual date. I should take you to dinner.”
He understands how she feels as he feels the same himself. It’s a tough decision really. Part of him is responding just like she is, and wants it all now, as fast as possible, but another part of him wants to show her off. Have both of their friends and family watch as they join together in matrimony. “What if we do both. What if we have one ceremony as soon as we can, make it official and then we plan for an epic celebration where we can invite everyone we care about to celebrate with us.”
"I was the same. Who would love me. I could never let anyone close enough, or even think about love. It was not something I saw ever. Dating or love." Natasha shook her head. The closest she'd come had been Clint-- who had rescued her from her life in the Red Room. Her heart soared when he did, and they cared deeply for one another. There was much between them, but she couldn't give him the family he wanted. It wasn't meant to be, and so they kept the feelings they shared as familial. He was the closest person in her life, but it would never be this-- no one would ever love her, at least that's what she thought until now. This was far different, far deeper and grander than anything she'd ever known. This was what her soul had always desired.
"It's good to know that we are in this all the way together then." Listening she nodded, but shrugged. Natasha didn't care what others thought. Those that cared enough for her would accept it, or if they didn't then they would figure it out when she disappeared, and came back with him as time grew. They would prove their love. "I haven't been alive that long, but I will be with you for the next thousand. I can't believe it in some ways now, but if you say it's true, then I believe you. What our friends believe and think is on them. They will see our love is real in time. Those that know me will see it in my eyes, and know my walls are gone between us."
Turning to gaze at him sideways, she nods. "I would love a dinner date. I happen to like food." She laughed softly, running her hands along his legs. She hated sitting like this. It was not her favorite thing, but she sighed and moved up and took herself off of his softening cock with a small whine. Then she turned herself around and sat back down in his lap facing him. This way she could wrap herself back around him as they talked.
Seeing him face to face, being able to touch him again meant so much. "We did decide on two ceremonies, one to mark one another and then one for our friends. We can do the marking one right away, and the other later. That way we are joined and bound to one another, then we can wait to do what we want with those who are close to us later. We can handfast during our marking as well. I think that is more than enough. I want to be yours completely, not that I'm not already." She knows she is full well his, and that he is hers. Leaning in, she sets her mouth on his and kisses him slowly, full of lingering passion and delight in their love.
On one hand, Loki thought it was a true tragedy that Natasha would ever feel like that. She is a strong, intelligent, beautiful woman who deserves nothing but the best in life. To think she had felt like she had to give up on something is an awful thought. On the other hand, Loki likes that she truly was meant for him and only him. As selfish as that may be, it is still rather true. Neither of them had known true love until this and as much as it hurt Loki to think that Natasha had felt such loss he is happy to truly be able to call her his own.
“There is no one I would rather have by my side.” It’s not that he doesn’t miss his time with his friends, as he’s sure she misses some of hers, but being with her has filled a hole in his heart he thought would be left gaping for all eternity. One that was only made wider when he had to leave his found family to take care of the multiverse. But now time has passed for him and he knows how to do his job and take time away for himself. He’s figured out how to have it all and though he will of course spend time with his friends, his heart only belongs to Natasha. “You are correct, of course, but I suppose I simply hope they see the truth right away. I do not wish our union to cause any friction with those you already care for.” Not that it will stop him from doing it, but he does care about her and doesn’t want her to feel any pain as a result of him and what others think of him.
As Natasha shifted off him, he couldn’t help but sigh at the loss of contact, though he was much happier seeing her face. “Well then, my dear, do you have a favourite cuisine or restaurant? I will happily take you anywhere you wish.” He smiles at her, his hands gently running down her arms before sliding around her waist.
“Yes, that is the perfect plan. I think we should rest for a few hours first, but otherwise, I am good to start the marking and handfast as soon as possible. The sooner I can show you as mine, and vice versa, the better.” The idea excites him so much he feels an energy running through him. To know that not only will they fully belong to each other, bonded for life, but everyone else will know it too. He will proudly show her off to all the Nine as his and he cannot wait to do so.
How deep the well did bubble inside her. No love hath grown in a day than it did between them. Her cup flowed over and Natasha was realizing what it was to be sated in all things. The deepest of her friendships would respond in the best ways and that's all that mattered. All she truly needed was Clint to support her and she would be most happy. He understood and knew the joys of being married. Perhaps this wasn't the ideal candidate for her love-- but he also knew that she wouldn't trust blindly.
"I know that where it matters, we'll be fine and I really only have very few close friends. My sister won't care and be happy either way, and Clint will see it in my eyes. That's the important people. I hope that you will find a little support where it matters as well." She nuzzled him now that they were face to face. Thinking about the dinner, Natasha ran over what she'd most recently been having. It was so rare that she got out. Being recognized was easy and so she only went to small, out of the way places or more expensive venues where she'd be afforded the luxury of anonymity.
"You know, there's this darling Japanese restaurant cross town. I do so love a good vegetable hibachi. I can taste the garlic now. You have to have some as well, the garlic that is so that I do not overwhelm you in a kiss" She laughed, because the sauce was quite strong. It could even luxuriate through a person's pores a day later through a shower.
Continuing on, she ran her fingers through Loki's hair. "Yes, rest and I'd like to put together something a little special. Let me string up lights, or make a make-shift something for us to do our handfast in. Then I want to wear something nice for the marking as well. I also have to make sure that I have a tool. I want this to be special. It's not every day a woman is married to her soulmate."
In all things, Loki trusted Natasha and he would trust her in this. Of all the people he knows she is close with, Clint is the one that worries him the most, for obvious reasons. However, Loki is also determined to prove himself to anyone he needs to. He understands why Clint will likely be concerned about Natasha's union with him, even if he does trust her. No, the problem there would be that he doesn't not trust Loki, and that is not something he can blame him for. But he will do everything in his power to show Clint that that was the Loki of the past and he would never do anything to harm Natasha. In fact, he intends on making her life the best it could possibly be.
"I must admit, I am quite excited to meet your sister. She is quite the interesting character." Loki only knows a little of Yelena from his time watching the multiverse, but she definitely stood out to him. "You do not need to worry about my side. My friends from the TVA will definitely support us both and be quite happy for us. I am unsure how Thor might react, but he was always my biggest supporter, even when I did not deserve it." Loki is actually a little nervous about contacting Thor again. Too many times his brother has thought him dead only to find out it was another one of Loki's tricks.
This time, it truly wasn't a trick, but he isn't sure that Thor will believe that.
"That sounds perfect. I actually rather enjoy garlic so I believe I am up to the task." For someone who spent a long time thinking of Midgard as beneath him, he's found he quite enjoys much of the cuisine here. It's one of the things that helped him see this world differently (though that change was really much more complicated than simply cuisine).
Loki smiles softly at her, tilting his head into her hand as she runs her fingers through his hair. "That sounds lovely. Though I am sure you will look beautiful in anything you wear. I will be sure to dress my best as well. Anything you need, ask and I will procure it for you."
"It will take me a few minutes to get ahold of her. She is often off the grid, but since we aren't having the larger ceremony right away, that shouldn't be a problem. Thor will be fine, or I will tug on his hair and step on his toes. He will fall in line too. Plus, I do know he loves you." Natasha grinned. She's listened to the complaints about Loki that only a brother would have about his sibling-- ad one he loves. It was probably partially in listening to Thor that Natasha began to realize all that she felt. Only the start of it, obviously.
"Excellent. Maybe we should climb out of the bath then. I do love it in here, but my skin does wrinkle after a time. I'm not as perfectly made as you are my love." She teased, and ran her hands down his beautiful stomach, tracing the lines of his abdomen with particular care. There was such admiration in her eyes for how he was made. It was not only his heart that she loved, it was every part of him-- from his outward creation inward. He was absolute perfection in every way. She saw him through the eyes of true love.
"Thank you. I will find all the pictures, and then will let you know so that we have it as quick as possible. Maybe we can even port somewhere lovely for the ceremony, or create a little spot for us overnight. I don't know. I'm reaching, but my mind wants everything for us."
"We have nothing but time. Do not worry about that. Though I could probably find her rather easily if you need me to." He does something he doesn't think he's done in quite some time and blushes slightly as she speaks of Thor. He knows, finally after all this time, that his brother does love him. It took a lot of convincing. Loki had very low self-esteem for most of his life and he'd found it hard to believe that anyone liked him at all. Those feelings had only plummeted when he'd found out about being Jotun, but after his time with the TVA, Loki is now well aware and if he's honest, excited to see his brother again. He hopes to find him with his new daughter. He very much wants to meet her.
Loki chuckles at that. "Oh my dear, you far surpass me in perfection, I assure you." The muscles of his stomach twitch under her touch and he shifts a bit, a small giggle escaping him. Okay, so maybe he's a little ticklish, but he'll never admit to that.
"Do not worry about location. Tell me what your criteria and I will be able to find the perfect spot." Of course, he would add in his own preferences, but with the multiverse literally at his fingertips, he had not worries about giving Natasha everything she could ever want.
It's so hard to pull herself away once again. It's only in knowing that they are merely moving to the bedroom that she can do it. Wrapping her body around his tightly, Natasha secures herself and kisses his chin before dislodging herself. She knows that if she were to ask he would port them, but it's only a few steps and she will take the time to do things like dry herself off as a human, and fluff her hair about. "Mm, It's strange to not be so close to you for a few seconds, although I do like to take the time to stare at you my love." She looked back at him as he exited the bath as well.
Wrapping a towel around her, she ran a brush through her growing red hair and pulled it up off her neck to braid, but didn't tie it off with anything. It would fall loose easy enough if tugged on. She figured Loki might want to later, so she let him decide how he wanted it later. "Should I put something nice on for you to take off of me later?" She moved to her closet door, and stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the entrance to the rather large showing. It was one of the other things she prided herself on. A large collection of lingerie. The clothing was second showing to her lingerie collection, funnily enough.
While she thought about their wedding, she looked back at her husband to be. "What if we do it outside, under the stars and twinkling lights, or lanterns at night. The handfasting part, just us. I mean we can have the larger part for our friends outside as well, but our part. We can do it under a tree, or arbor. Then maybe build a small place for us to lay, an alter for us to use while we give one another our sacred marks and tie us closer together. I feel like it's an even greater bond, the marking... I mean, I'm silly enough to want a ring, but I know the mark will be my true bond."
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For she is, she is more than grateful to feel his fingers as they press across her skin, some of them soothing over her back and hip while he places a finger inside her in a place where no other male has done before. One day they will talk about all his forms, and she will tell him how much she loves every part of him, and will be with him in any form he takes. There is no part of him that she does not love, no single sight of him that she can not bring herself to adore with her entire being. It almost startles her to realize how much control she's happy to give away, especially trusting him to enter her this way, but she wants it.
Exactly the same way she desires his mark. There's this part of her that she held on so tightly to, that she bled and fought to hold onto that she realizes was never truly hers. It was always there for the right person. "No one will ever have this either. My body is yours, as is my love and my mark. I am all yours, you've already taken a part of me that no other person has even seen, my love and I never thought i'd be willing to give-- " She pauses when his second finger presses in and moans, closing her eyes to breathe through the new stretch.
"Fuck, your fingers feel so amazing. I don't know what it is, but there's a whole different type of a pleasure. i feel like it's up against another part of me, the back wall, and it's deep. Fuck you are going to go so deep, I can tell you will. I want you to fill me, and i want you to feel how tight I'll be for you." She stays still even if she wants to roll her hips and ride that second finger like she did the first. Fucking him comes so natural, no matter where his cock, or fingers may be. She reaches back as he is fingering her and begins to play with her clit. This causes her to whine, as he fills her, tossing her head back and letting her damp tendrils fly.
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As his fingers breach her, slowly opening her and preparing her to be truly filled, his free hand roams over her soft skin. It is as if they can speak to each other through touch and perhaps they can. Perhaps this is why they have connected so deeply so quickly. They do not need words, they simply need to be in each other’s presence to know how the other thinks and feels. The will still use words, of course, for more of the details. But the true understanding comes from simply being with each other.
It also explains why the sex has been so intense and why the idea of wearing her mark brings such an intense desire to him. He feels a need to be as close to her as possible at all times and he thinks that the mark will aid in that. Otherwise he might end up needing to do inappropriate things with her in the company of others. “In turn I have given you something no one else has ever truly had of myself. My body will always be yours for the taking, in all its forms. I want you to explore all of me, whether when I am female or when I am in my Jotun form, but more than all of that, I give you my heart and my mind. Fully and completely.”
A smile crosses his face, eyes dark with lust as he continues to work her open. It’s not just her words that let him know how much she is enjoying this, but how her body reacts as well. “You will not know true deepness until I am fully buried within you. I will show you just what it truly means to be filled. This will be an experience I hope you never forget.”
Slowly, he pulls his fingers from her, unable to wait any longer. “Lean back on me, it is time. But go slowly. I wish for us both to savour this.”
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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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There is definitely magic happening here. Not necessarily the same kind he wields himself, but there is something in the air, something electric between them that he recognizes as fate. The Norns have seen fit to bring them together, and now as they get ready to join physically again, it feels as if it is so much more than what it appears to be. This is not merely a physical bonding, two people coming together in love and lust, but something that will tie them together just as much as the ceremonies they have already planned. They will truly belong to each other once this night is finished and the vows and branding will seal it all, forever keeping them together.
Loki has never felt more excited for the future. He wants to make this the most special, wonderful experience for her, the most memorable, because to him, he has sealed his fate with her now. This is his pledge to her that he belongs to her for all eternity and beyond.
“I will cherish all of you for the rest of time and more. I shall ensure you never regret giving me such a priceless gift. You shall be adored for all time. And in turn, I am equally yours, in all ways known to all living creatures, I am yours.”
He goes as slowly as he can, not wishing to cause her any undue harm, though he remembers well the first time he was in her position and knows the sting well. “Relax further, my love, and I will take you to the depths of pleasure.” He keeps one hand on her hip, steadying her as his other holds his cock at her tight entrance, pushing with just enough force to finally have the head of his cock enter past the tight ring of muscle. He gasps at the tight heat of her, and needs to pause for a moment as her heat grips him so perfectly, he worries he might come right then and there. “Slowly sit, I want to feel every inch of you as I fill you. I want you to feel everything in return as I fill you deeply. I know you can take it and I wish to give you it all.”
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All that he promises is open and there's no one thing that she looks forward to than any other, for right now the most pressing part (in more ways than one) is to be present in this very moment with him. Natasha wants to live her entire future out with him, but she also wants to be here with him now, focusing on exactly what they are doing, because despite all else this is the first thing that brought them together, and tied their hearts so closely, and she will always focus on every thing that centers between them and not the far off because here is the truth.
It's difficult to harm someone who delights in measures of pain the way she does. Natasha's never known the true meaning of the word 'sub space' because she's never been a sub, but she's been to that place of perfect peace brought on by a certain amount of pain-- and she would probably relish learning how to enjoy it as well as deliver it with the right person, but only under conditions that didn't resemble those that tortured her before.
This is nothing like that. This is beautiful and bright, and the burn that grounds her to him is wonderful. It reminds her that she belongs to Loki. "I want it all, my love. I want to know that I am yours and the burn of it, only reminds me of that like the pleasure does. You are both sides, the fire, the ice. You bring all the things I like in one. Fuck, it feels like I've never been more alive when you push into me. " She brings herself back like he asks, and gasps at the feel of him. Nothing has felt more large, more intense in her life She has no choice but to move slow as he stretches her open. There's a few times she has to move forward to sit back further.
"Loki..." She moans around his name, saying it as it's meant to be said in the most grand pleasure. "I have never felt like this." Finally she meets his lap and can feel him inside her. Curling her arm around his neck, she slides forward some and breathes deeply as she does, almost not wanting to release him from his deep purchase in her body.
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Being present in the moment has always been difficult for Loki. He’s spent much of his life looking forward, trying to get what he wanted for the future because of how unhappy he had been in the present. All that had started to change when he’d found purpose with the TVA, and now he feels like he’s become complete by meeting Natasha once more. How they are now, even after only one evening together, is the perfect conclusion to his redemption and has led to him being solely and firmly in the present moment with her. It’s not just the sex, though it is quite wonderful, but it’s more about connecting with each other in every way possible.
If she ever asks, he would gladly submit to her. As this is the first time she’s ever let anyone have her like this, though she is aware of the pleasure to be found with it, Loki feels the same way about submitting to another. It is something he has always desired, but has never found anyone he trusts enough to give into. He’s just as happy being in charge, so it never bothered him much that it is missing from his life, but with her, he thinks maybe they could try all sorts of new things they both had always been curious about.
Natasha’s words burn through him brightly and he shivers in pleasure, his hips pushing up, causing him to push a bit further into her before he intended. Then he manages to relax as she does as he asked, slowly sitting, shifting, moving perfectly and almost delicately as she takes more and more of him in.
“You feel absolutely perfect around me, love.” His words are gasped, breathless as she moves, sitting back further and further. Just as he hoped, he feels every inch of her as she takes more of him inside her. She is so tight and hot and yet it is like he fits perfectly inside her. She truly was made for him.
When she is fully seated, he needs a moment to catch his breath. The feeling of having her like this is completely overwhelming and he buries his face into her neck as his hands slide down her sides and over her stomach. “You are perfect, my love. Nothing has ever felt this good before, nor will again. Only you could take me like this.” He’s harder than he can ever remember being, and he wonders if she can feel his cock twitching inside her. They sit like that for some unknown amount of time, just feeling the extent of the other’s body.
“Whenever you are ready, you may move and I will show you new heights of pleasure.”
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No matter how deeply he drives himself into her, she finds only pleasure. The depth of it burns like a showering firework, brilliant and colorful as her body accepts every part of Loki that he gives her. She was made to take him in every part of her. He will find that there's nothing that she would not do for him, no where she will not fit. "I love you.." She whispers, gasping at the finality of depth he's reached inside her.
This is a place no other person has been before and she knows that it's because she's waited all her life for Loki. Swallowing deep, she leans back into him, and runs her hands back along his body where she can reach, anxious to always be touching. "You, this was made for you. I was made for you and no man has been inside me like this, because I was waiting for you. I know it now." She slides forward slowly and gasps at the way it feels, moaning softly the further she pulls off of him, almost loathing the feeling of losing his depth.
"I need it, show me. Please, show me."
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The way she moves against him and over him is surely the greatest thing he’s ever experienced. They fit together so perfectly and he can’t help but push into her deeper and deeper, needing to feel like he’s fully encompassed by her. He’s fully buried now and for a moment all he could do was shudder in pleasure as he wrapped an arm around her middle, holding her close as he bites gently at the back of her neck. “I love you more than you could ever know, my darling.” His words are breathed out over the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Yes, my love. You fit me like a glove. I shall thank the Norns for the rest of time for you. For it it not just physically that this is true, but mentally and emotionally. I do not know what I did to finally have you in my life, but I am forever thankful to have you like this and in all ways.”
The arm around her middle tightens in response to her last words and he uses his strength to lift her just enough that he can thrust back up into her. He’s not particularly gentle, but he knows she can take it. He uses this action to both thrust into her and have gravity do its job and let her fall back onto him, taking her deep and hard and fast. His free hand comes around to play with her clit before slowly slipping a finger inside her pussy, wanting to touch her everywhere at the same time.
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Although, she was gone long before this. Love swells and overflows, exactly like the way they force the water out of the tub when Loki pulls her back onto him and uses that momentum to take her deeper than before. She moans at the way he bites the back of her neck, wanting him to mark her as many times as possible so that her body will be a reflection of the time that they've had together. No matter if they'll constantly be together from this point forward, Natasha can't help but feel a bit desperate to have herself covered in his possessiveness. It's something she's never needed from any person before in her life, and yet now it's all she can think of.
"Oh god, fuck, this is amazing. I can't even tell you the different ways my body is starting to build." At this point, the way he's fucking her deep and hard, she has a feeling that she might even orgasm this way. Then the attention to her pussy is building another, completely different feeling. It's a rush of energy, all directions rolling in and boiling through her. She runs her hand along the arm at her middle, and turns to try and catch his mouth for a kiss if possible, wanting, hungry to feed from his lips as she is from his body.
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The water splashes around them as he continues to revel in how good it feels to be this connected to the most wonderful person he’s ever met. There is something truly special about Natasha and he can feel that so much more intensely when he’s with her like this. Their connection is so deep, so strong, it’s almost overwhelming. He’s all consumed by the feel of not just her body around him, but her spiritual energy invading him on a much deeper level. He feels exposed and torn asunder, but also wants and needs this from her so much, it’s like he’s been blessed.
He groans before sucking a mark into her neck as he continues to drive into her. Later, he will worry he’s gone too hard, that this has been too much, but right now all he can hear is how much she is enjoying this and feel how perfectly her body takes him. With each thrust he buries himself fully. The next time they do this he wants to have a better angle, a better position where he can really drive into her, but this is still beyond perfect. Everything with her is beyond perfect. “I cannot explain to you how good you feel. How much I love you and how much I want to have you feel nothing but the absolute heights of pleasure.”
As he speaks, he continues to thrust, but now adds a second finger to her pussy, finding he has an insatiable need to fill her as much as he can, in every way he can. As she turns to kiss him, he eagerly pushes his tongue into her mouth, claiming her again in yet another way.
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Because it is, and Natasha's body already knows the frame that fits so ultimately against hers, and no matter how he takes her-- how deep, how powerfully, it will never be too much. He could do much of anything, dress her up as his little pain slut, and she would become that for him. Her trust in him is absolute, and he is now the alter at which she worships. His body is what she wants to pleasure as much as he does hers. It is a double edged sword of perfection made and tied between them.
There's another cry when she leans back and he fills her again. Every action is repeated as the pleasure builds. She can already tell that something new and different is building. It's deeper and resonates in a different place from where her orgasms normally do. There's no way to describe how it feels, other than she doesn't want it to stop. The added pleasure of his fingers have her panting and begging for more. She tosses her head back.
"Fuck, baby. This is... I don't even know. Don't stop. I'm going to come, but then once I do, don't stop, cause I won't be done..." How can she tell him that she's got two orgasms, two different types. The first hits her hard and she has to pull from his mouth, least she bites his tongue. Biting at her own lip, she presses through until she tastes blood, groaning deep and low-- the anal orgasm is low and deep and spreads like an electric bomb through her body. It's a quake that doesn't stop until she's panting. Then she's back to pumping against him and rolling her hips into his fingers-- building up what else he's started. "Fuck me Loki, oh lords, fuck me. Harder."
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Now she is his and he is hers. As much as he could do whatever he wants with her, the same is true in reverse. She could be his pain slut and he could be her whipping boy. Never before in his life has there been anyone he would kneel for, but he would kneel for her. After they were done here, he knew they would have to speak in detail about what was required of him, and by extension of her since she was going to be by his side now, but beyond that he also would like to talk more of how they will play in their downtime. Because no matter how much work they have, he knows that they will always want each other in all ways and he wants them both to know everything the other wants and needs.
Loki has made many people of all genders come before and he would like to add he believes himself to be very good at it, but absolutely nothing compares to making Natasha come. “I will not stop, my love.” Is all he manages before he could swear he feels her orgasm as her body practically ripples around him. He pumps into her harder and faster, his hand still working her pussy, though he’s starting to run on auto-pilot as her body squeezes around his cock. He watches her arch and moan, her body stuttering and thrusting against him in the wake of pleasure rolling hard through her body.
It takes everything he’s got not to come deep inside her just at the sight.
She slows, but only just slightly as she continues to rock back on him. He doesn’t let up, still thrusting deep into her ass while adding a third finger to her pussy. He knows she’s going to come again. He brings up his free hand then to pinch and roll at one of her nipples, feeling how hard it is between his fingers. Loki does exactly as she asks, his hips moving harder and faster now, pushing all the way into her with each thrust, burying himself fully in her without thought or worry. He drives his fingers into her as deep as they will go and does his best to curl them, wanting to hit her spot but unsure if he has the correct angle.
“Come for me again.” He whispers, voice deep and low. “I want to feel all of you tighten around me while I fill you with my seed so deep you may have it within you forever.”
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This was beyond that and above it all. It would be marvelous to see what was in store for them as they continue to move forward in all seriousness and in their downtime. Natasha is certain as Loki is, even now as her body continues to move and flex around his. He's masterful at his craft. She couldn't have chosen a better lover if she'd sat down and attempted to -- then again, she did happen to choose a man who had been doing this for thousands of years, manipulating those of all genders, and kinds. She fell apart around his body, and while she gripped at his sides and did her best to continue to try and hold on, Natasha knew she didn't have much longer until she fell apart again.
When Loki adds yet another finger inside her she swears that he's filling her with two of himself. She cries out for him and arches against his body, coming down hard on his cock at full force when her second orgasm-- this one a full grade g-spot internal orgasm has her body arching and quivering, as she tightens everywhere. His finger on her nipple makes her clit throb and she can even feel a hit of that as she comes and continues to ride wave after wave. "Come inside me, fuck loki. Now." She's nearly screaming his name as she tries to move against him, but it's too hard. Her orgasm has made motion almost impossible. She stuck riding the fingers he's got inside her, begging them to keep rubbing her until she's drowning in the most incredible wave she's ever felt.
Falling down from it all, she only stops and draws slack against Loki when she is certain that he's lost himself inside her as well. She knows that only he could have taken her to that height of pleasure, and nothing will ever compare to being with him ever again. "I love you." She whispers, and turns her head to touch her lips to the closest piece of skin she can find.
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Prize seems like the wrong word. But Loki does see that him being allowed to be with her is something that is special and why else could he be so deserving? He also thinks that this version of her must have similar reasons for wanting and receiving him. Just another way in which he believes they are truly equals. All versions of her are brilliant and worthy in his mind, but he also believes that it’s possible she has done something different that allows her to see beyond his past and accept him so fully.
All thought is wrenched from him as he hits the correct spot and feels her arch and hears his name on her lips. He doesn’t let up, pressing firmly against that spot inside her as he holds onto her, ensuring he remains fully buried as she pushes back hard onto him. The only motion for a moment is his fingers massaging her spot while his thumb rubs at her clit. He gasps out her name as she comes harder than he’s ever made anyone come before.
Instincts take over as she calls for him to come. He couldn’t deny her if he tried and that is the last thing he wants. How could he with her body gripped tightly around him like that. Using the last of his strength, he lifts her with his free arm and drives her back down onto his cock for one last thrust as he feels himself erupt inside her. All his senses feel numbed as all he can focus on is how it feels to be buried inside her tight heat. His body tenses and he grips her tight to his chest, pleasure rolling through his whole body in overwhelming waves for what feels like an eternity. He’s never come like this before, never been so fully entranced by his partner that he couldn’t see or feel anything but her.
Loki has no idea how long it’s been when he comes back to his senses. Natasha is almost limp against his body and he’s still buried inside her, though both hands are now wrapped around her middle, holding her tightly to him. He can hear her words of love and it touches him so deeply he worries for a moment he might cry. As she turns to kiss him, he moves into it, awkwardly capturing her lips as best he can and holding onto her as if she is the most precious thing in the world.
Which she absolutely is.
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What a shame her life might have been to never have found this love, this rich aspect of her heart-- to know that she's capable of allowing every wall to fall around her heart and soul, things she's kept locked for so long. Within such a short span it's all come unchained and here she is filled and still quivering, throbbing with the fierce pleasure that wracked her entire being. Tethered to Loki as she is, Natasha leans back heavily and laps across his mouth the best she can.
It feels like a sin that she should move and release his body, but it's also not exactly the most secure position to hold onto for much longer. "I don't want to let go of you." She sighs, and lets her head drop back across his shoulder, opening her neck to him. Lolling it to the side she kisses his neck, and tastes mixed bits of water and sweat. It seems like they need to sink in the tub to rinse off this latest bout of lovemaking before crawling back out to rest and then most likely talk about all the wonderful worlds of life that await them. Hands slip down the sides of Loki's thighs and knead along them. Fuck, she loves this man. She loves him so much more than she ever thought possible before finding him.
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Loki can’t imagine a world in which he doesn’t love Natasha, though he’s very aware of worlds in which she does not love him. None of that matters though because this version of him and this version of her were meant to be. They were meant to work together to keep the multiverse safe and to be with each other for all time. He’s never been more sure of anything before in his life. He’s sure that he will always feel this way and perhaps always has felt this way, but it is even more intense as they kiss while still joined, their bodies, hearts and souls all intertwined as one.
He knows what she means when she speaks again. The idea of them physically parting is tougher to manage than he originally thought. As much as he feels connected to her in all ways, the addition of the physical makes everything so much more intense. “I know love, it is all right though. We will never truly be parted again.” He licks up her neck before pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin there before shifting to she can do the same in return. He’s truly never felt anything like this before. He sighs happily as she runs her hands over his thighs. Even as they remain connected, he conjures up some more soap and returns to washing her body almost reverently.
She is his queen and he will worship her forever.
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Laughing softly, she wets her lips and softly admits something she's not sure either of them have considered. "You know. You're the first person I've truly dated. I've never let anyone in so far to be at one with them, and now you and I are not only together, but engaged in a manner of speaking. I mean, I intend to be wed to you by one ceremony or another. I guess we do nothing small. The universe wanted us for one another in a grand way, didn't it." Her fingers steal some of the soap from her body and begin running it along Loki's body as well. At least the parts she can reach.
"I can't wait for all of it. I feel like we should do it all right now, you know? I know reasonably there's all the time in the world, but my heart is soaring. My body is so alive, and you. Gods, I love you. I want it all instantly." She laughs then, and grins. It's been ages since she's felt so light and free. He does this for her and she's never been more thankful that she can give herself over to a King that will love and cherish her-- that will allow her to be herself in every way, and that is strong enough to be either dominant or submissive as she needs, as she will be for him. They are truly meant for one another in every way.
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Honestly, he hopes she keeps her wonder when it comes to his magic. He’ll certainly never tire of impressing her with it. It’s something that is very special to him and showing her his magic any time would always be something he would love to do.
“I can’t say I’ve ever dated anyone before either.” He’s never had any sort of serious relationship. It hasn’t seemed like something very important, not until he met her and felt how connected they truly were. “I am sure there will be some who question us on this. They will think something nefarious is happening because it will seem too quick to them, but they are wrong. I have been waiting for you for over a thousand years. That is hardly quick.” He smiles then and kisses her neck once more. “I think we should commemorate this with an actual date. I should take you to dinner.”
He understands how she feels as he feels the same himself. It’s a tough decision really. Part of him is responding just like she is, and wants it all now, as fast as possible, but another part of him wants to show her off. Have both of their friends and family watch as they join together in matrimony. “What if we do both. What if we have one ceremony as soon as we can, make it official and then we plan for an epic celebration where we can invite everyone we care about to celebrate with us.”
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"It's good to know that we are in this all the way together then." Listening she nodded, but shrugged. Natasha didn't care what others thought. Those that cared enough for her would accept it, or if they didn't then they would figure it out when she disappeared, and came back with him as time grew. They would prove their love. "I haven't been alive that long, but I will be with you for the next thousand. I can't believe it in some ways now, but if you say it's true, then I believe you. What our friends believe and think is on them. They will see our love is real in time. Those that know me will see it in my eyes, and know my walls are gone between us."
Turning to gaze at him sideways, she nods. "I would love a dinner date. I happen to like food." She laughed softly, running her hands along his legs. She hated sitting like this. It was not her favorite thing, but she sighed and moved up and took herself off of his softening cock with a small whine. Then she turned herself around and sat back down in his lap facing him. This way she could wrap herself back around him as they talked.
Seeing him face to face, being able to touch him again meant so much. "We did decide on two ceremonies, one to mark one another and then one for our friends. We can do the marking one right away, and the other later. That way we are joined and bound to one another, then we can wait to do what we want with those who are close to us later. We can handfast during our marking as well. I think that is more than enough. I want to be yours completely, not that I'm not already." She knows she is full well his, and that he is hers. Leaning in, she sets her mouth on his and kisses him slowly, full of lingering passion and delight in their love.
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“There is no one I would rather have by my side.” It’s not that he doesn’t miss his time with his friends, as he’s sure she misses some of hers, but being with her has filled a hole in his heart he thought would be left gaping for all eternity. One that was only made wider when he had to leave his found family to take care of the multiverse. But now time has passed for him and he knows how to do his job and take time away for himself. He’s figured out how to have it all and though he will of course spend time with his friends, his heart only belongs to Natasha. “You are correct, of course, but I suppose I simply hope they see the truth right away. I do not wish our union to cause any friction with those you already care for.” Not that it will stop him from doing it, but he does care about her and doesn’t want her to feel any pain as a result of him and what others think of him.
As Natasha shifted off him, he couldn’t help but sigh at the loss of contact, though he was much happier seeing her face. “Well then, my dear, do you have a favourite cuisine or restaurant? I will happily take you anywhere you wish.” He smiles at her, his hands gently running down her arms before sliding around her waist.
“Yes, that is the perfect plan. I think we should rest for a few hours first, but otherwise, I am good to start the marking and handfast as soon as possible. The sooner I can show you as mine, and vice versa, the better.” The idea excites him so much he feels an energy running through him. To know that not only will they fully belong to each other, bonded for life, but everyone else will know it too. He will proudly show her off to all the Nine as his and he cannot wait to do so.
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"I know that where it matters, we'll be fine and I really only have very few close friends. My sister won't care and be happy either way, and Clint will see it in my eyes. That's the important people. I hope that you will find a little support where it matters as well." She nuzzled him now that they were face to face. Thinking about the dinner, Natasha ran over what she'd most recently been having. It was so rare that she got out. Being recognized was easy and so she only went to small, out of the way places or more expensive venues where she'd be afforded the luxury of anonymity.
"You know, there's this darling Japanese restaurant cross town. I do so love a good vegetable hibachi. I can taste the garlic now. You have to have some as well, the garlic that is so that I do not overwhelm you in a kiss" She laughed, because the sauce was quite strong. It could even luxuriate through a person's pores a day later through a shower.
Continuing on, she ran her fingers through Loki's hair. "Yes, rest and I'd like to put together something a little special. Let me string up lights, or make a make-shift something for us to do our handfast in. Then I want to wear something nice for the marking as well. I also have to make sure that I have a tool. I want this to be special. It's not every day a woman is married to her soulmate."
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"I must admit, I am quite excited to meet your sister. She is quite the interesting character." Loki only knows a little of Yelena from his time watching the multiverse, but she definitely stood out to him. "You do not need to worry about my side. My friends from the TVA will definitely support us both and be quite happy for us. I am unsure how Thor might react, but he was always my biggest supporter, even when I did not deserve it." Loki is actually a little nervous about contacting Thor again. Too many times his brother has thought him dead only to find out it was another one of Loki's tricks.
This time, it truly wasn't a trick, but he isn't sure that Thor will believe that.
"That sounds perfect. I actually rather enjoy garlic so I believe I am up to the task." For someone who spent a long time thinking of Midgard as beneath him, he's found he quite enjoys much of the cuisine here. It's one of the things that helped him see this world differently (though that change was really much more complicated than simply cuisine).
Loki smiles softly at her, tilting his head into her hand as she runs her fingers through his hair. "That sounds lovely. Though I am sure you will look beautiful in anything you wear. I will be sure to dress my best as well. Anything you need, ask and I will procure it for you."
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"Excellent. Maybe we should climb out of the bath then. I do love it in here, but my skin does wrinkle after a time. I'm not as perfectly made as you are my love." She teased, and ran her hands down his beautiful stomach, tracing the lines of his abdomen with particular care. There was such admiration in her eyes for how he was made. It was not only his heart that she loved, it was every part of him-- from his outward creation inward. He was absolute perfection in every way. She saw him through the eyes of true love.
"Thank you. I will find all the pictures, and then will let you know so that we have it as quick as possible. Maybe we can even port somewhere lovely for the ceremony, or create a little spot for us overnight. I don't know. I'm reaching, but my mind wants everything for us."
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Loki chuckles at that. "Oh my dear, you far surpass me in perfection, I assure you." The muscles of his stomach twitch under her touch and he shifts a bit, a small giggle escaping him. Okay, so maybe he's a little ticklish, but he'll never admit to that.
"Do not worry about location. Tell me what your criteria and I will be able to find the perfect spot." Of course, he would add in his own preferences, but with the multiverse literally at his fingertips, he had not worries about giving Natasha everything she could ever want.
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Wrapping a towel around her, she ran a brush through her growing red hair and pulled it up off her neck to braid, but didn't tie it off with anything. It would fall loose easy enough if tugged on. She figured Loki might want to later, so she let him decide how he wanted it later. "Should I put something nice on for you to take off of me later?" She moved to her closet door, and stood there for a few minutes, leaning against the entrance to the rather large showing. It was one of the other things she prided herself on. A large collection of lingerie. The clothing was second showing to her lingerie collection, funnily enough.
While she thought about their wedding, she looked back at her husband to be. "What if we do it outside, under the stars and twinkling lights, or lanterns at night. The handfasting part, just us. I mean we can have the larger part for our friends outside as well, but our part. We can do it under a tree, or arbor. Then maybe build a small place for us to lay, an alter for us to use while we give one another our sacred marks and tie us closer together. I feel like it's an even greater bond, the marking... I mean, I'm silly enough to want a ring, but I know the mark will be my true bond."
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