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Whispers in the Night	By : Evanscent Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 5552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel 'Verse (the Avengers, Thor, comics, movies, series, nada), nor do I make any profit from this. This is purely a fan based writing.

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S/D: Do not own Loki. Do not own Marvel 'Verse. Making no money from this website.
A/N: I want Loki to be dirty. I hope you do too.
Whispers in the Night
Siobhan shook the snow from her hair and hat and stomped her feet at her front stoop. Winter here was a constant flurry of bad weather. From ice, snow, freezing rain and hurricane gale winds, some days weren’t worth getting out of bed. Today, she made it to work to find no one else there and the building locked. Wouldn’t it have been nice for someone to have called her beforehand?
She shut her door and began to peel the layers of warm clothing off methodically. Loki, always looking forward to going outside, barely even noticed the door opening and closing. Even he didn’t want to go outside in the horrible snow. The wind howled. It shook at the roof and whistled down the chimney. Windows whined as they took the beating wind and snow. The weather began to get worse. The sky began to darken.
Clapping her hands together, Siobhan made her way into her small kitchen. She microwaved some hot chocolate and warmed up some toaster pastries and plopped back down into bed. Loki, shuffling sleepily, fell into his warm dog bed and immediately began to snore on his back, legs twitching in the air. She smiled at her goofy dog. His jowls fell open and fluttered with his snorts.
Like yesterday, Siobhan began to reread her favorite novel. She knew exactly what chapter she wanted to go to. The prince, not exactly Prince Charming, had found his princess and was to consummate his love whether she was a willing participant or not. Of course she truly wanted to be with him, but he was such a naughty man, and she was such a good woman, she was supposed to resist him. She had reread this chapter dozens of times. The sex was powerful. The emotions were palpable. She wanted to taste sweet release at the hands of a prince who may or may not cause her to bleed in the throes of passion. She wanted to feel owned, desired, craved.
Currently, she was in her dry spell. Dating had been hard recently. For some reason she couldn’t find a guy who didn’t have kids or a wife and neither of those types of baggage were ones she was willing to deal with. The few men she had found were dismal in life and mostly dismal in bed. Perhaps she needed to move to another area and try again.
But a dry spell for her didn’t mean she had to forego pleasure. She was more than capable and happy to please herself when the mood struck her just so. Maybe that mood was too often. Maybe she had reread this particular chapter a few times too many.
With a sigh, she tossed the book aside. It fell open to its oft used place and slid to a stop. Tugging the blankets up to her chin, she curled up and decided now would be the perfect time to nap.
A voice, so soft at first, wound its way to her. Her eyes fluttered, her body moving as consciousness threaded back into her. She struggled with it, wanting to remain in her dreams. “Dream, dear mortal. Dream.”
Instantly awake, she sat up in her bedroom. The windows were dark. Loki was still in doggy dreamland. The weather rattled and whined outside. Satisfied that it was all in her imagination, Siobhan lay back down, tugging the blankets back around her in a warm cocoon. She closed her eyes and hoped to find herself where she left off.
“Such a delicate thing. So easily scared. Do not be frightened of me. No, not yet.”
Her eyes fluttered again. This time she refused to wake entirely. She rolled onto her back, tugging the blankets with her.
“Tell me what you crave, mortal. Tell me your darkest desires.”
She paused, her breath hitching in her chest, her heart beginning to quicken. “My prince,” she breathed, feet digging into the bed. Siobhan’s imagination took hold of her. She was surrounded by dark mists, bedded in dark emerald silken sheets. She wore nothing. She writhed in the slick covers, a sheen of sweat forming on her brow. Her breasts, tipped with jutting, aching crowns, heaved as her breath deepened.
A form, a shadow, stood at the foot of the bed. No face; it was made of darkness.
“My prince,” the dreaming Siobhan whimpered out. Her hands reached for him, grasping at the darkness.
“Touch yourself. Show me the pleasures of your body.”
Her hands, cold to even herself, slid to her breasts. Fingertips, familiar and quick, edged along the stiff peaks of her nipples. A soft groan of pleasure fell from her open mouth. Her back arched, her heels digging into the sheets as she squeezed her breasts firmly.
“Lower. Do not hide yourself. Bare your sweetness to me.”
A flush heated her skin from head to toe as those words swirled around her. Her teeth captured her lower lip as she hesitated.
“Do it, whore.”
A riot of emotions twisted inside her. Overwhelmingly, she found herself wanting to please this demanding voice. Her legs parted, her hands finding her feminine center. With one hand, she spread herself wide, with the other, she eased a single finger along the tender, moist folds. She found herself wanting, needing. She ached in a way she had not ever experienced. She felt hungry, greedy. Her pussy was slick, sticky with proof of her need.
Somewhere, the voice sighed. She could hear the tightness of his throat. Her body shivered. Knowledge that she was pleasing her prince filled her. Her fingertips found her clit and her shoulders pressed into the bed below.
“Cum for me, pet.”
The words, the voice, the pressure, the heat, the silk, the need, it was all too much. Siobhan rubbed furiously at her clit. Lights flashed upon the backs of her eyelids; fireworks burst through her veins. A cry was wrenched from her throat as her body spasmed, muscles twitching and contracting, her body coming to a rest gradually upon the damp silk beneath her.
“Delicious. Rest well, mortal.”
Siobhan awoke in a tangle of covers. Her dog’s big, black head rested on the corner of her bed. “I’m okay, you big lug. Just had an intense dream, I guess.” Sitting up, she found herself in a wet spot she created in her bed. A blush burned across her cheeks. “Intense indeed.”
He waved a hand at the mirror and locked eyes with his reflection. Naked from the waist up, Loki shifted in his seat, knees falling open. Deft fingertips undid the stays of his pants, the supple leather flapping open as his hardened length sprung forth. He watched himself in the mirror, his long fingers wrapping around his cock, as he stroked up and down his length with a deliberate slowness.
His thumb smoothed over the swollen knob, spreading the single drop of pleasure that leaked from its tip. His head rolled back, eyes lidding, as he began to pump up and down on his length in earnest. His hips began to rise with each motion, his body now thrumming with the need to release. His lips curled back from his teeth, his vision filled with the images of the young mortal woman, teasing her wet cunt till she came as commanded. Loki grunted, his cock twitching as he came, his body tensing and shivering.
He sat for a moment, panting, the air in his chest burned. He didn’t realize he had been holding it. The sticky fluid dripped down his stomach and chest as he stood before the mirror. He stood eye to eye with himself, his pants barely clinging to his hips, hair in disarray, and found himself unsatisfied.
A/N: The questions is: are you satisfied?
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