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Darcy's Dark Side	By : miladygrimm Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 10377 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor nor any of the characters from it. This is a work of fanfiction and I make no money from it.

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((For Witch of the Wilds, thank you for your nice words. They are appreciated.))

Her skin was cream colored silk beneath his fingers. She lay there on her bed of deep oranges and burgundies; her arms stretched and tied above her. She reminded him of an offering of old. When backward thinking peasants gave up a daughter to the gods as a gift. But those peasant girls had come from starving circumstances with nothing resembling cleanliness. This creature beneath him was a lush contribution of curves and still damp skin. For all she was human she was round and supple to behold.

She was a snarky little thing too. Without the tie in her mouth she'd been exceptionally verbose if a little unskilled at witty repartee. She had some spirit. But only a little. She'd already given in to her lust; spreading her legs for him like a dockside trollop. Rarely was there anything as lovely as a woman begging for it. He wanted more. Had to see more of her. He wanted her wet, whimpering, and his. His? Hadn't Thor been here first? His eyes dropped to that willing slit and he resisted an urge to growl. For a moment it was all too easy to picture those thick thighs opening need fully to his brothers own cock. The thought had him gripping her breast till it puckered around his fingers.

She cried out.

“Did you fuck my brother?” He growled at her.
“Mph?” She inquired through the gag. He squeezed harder.

“Did you fuck Thor!?” He demanded. She slammed her head from left to right in a 'no' motion. One look in her eyes told him she spoke the truth. He was an excellent liar...she was not. “Good girl.” He whispered the anger leaving him in a rush.

He released his grip on her breast leaving behind five halfmoon shaped indentations. His brother was a fool. With such a pretty bounty of mortal to have and That had done what? Smiled at her? Showed off his muscles, perhaps? Idiot. Now this wench would be Loki's first. She'd groan out his name and pledge herself as his. Oh yes, he liked idea that very much.
“Spread your legs.”
She acquiesced, her knees spreading a few inches more.
“Further,” he growled, “reveal your womanhood to me. Show it to me.” He pulled back and kneeled between her knees. She positioned her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips up until her slit was level with his gaze. She was a delicate peach shade that faded to a deep rose pink at her center. Already wetness covered the smoothness of her lips. Perfection, or at least as close as one like her could attain. She was no Asgardian woman. Her beauty was passing and would fade in a few years. But now, tonight, she was worthy of taking his orders and his cock.

He lightly ran one finger across her slit, finding her hot and soft. She strained to push his finger closer to her body.

“Oh do you enjoy being touched here?” He asked pressing his digit firmly against her clitoris and giving it a circular rub. Her thighs flushed pink with her enjoyment even as the muscles of her thighs shivered to keep the odd position of her lifted body. “Na-uh-uh,” he chuckled pulling his hand back,

“There are rules for tonight my pet. They are quite simple, easy enough for your delicate mortal mind to comprehend. You'll be rewarded for good behavior and punished for unwanted behavior. Is that clear?”

She nodded.

“Good.”

He dropped his tattered jacket to the side leaving him in a sleeveless tunic and breeches, “Now roll over.”

It took her a moment to do so, with her wrists tied and the wraparound her mouth she had to leaver herself and shift her weight over. He sat back and let her do the work. Her hips swayed in a most alluring fashion as she rolled over on the bed revealing a pert round ass.

“There we go.” He licked his lips as his cock strained in his breeches. If ever Loki had a weakness it was for well formed backsides. He ran his finger tips over the backs of her thighs and up to cup the roundness of her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze. “It will do.” He told her. “Lift your ass to me.”

She paused as if unsure how to lift herself without the help of her arms. He growled and brought his palm down on her ass if a firm swat. The sound echoed through her room right along side her cry of surprise. He watched as the skin textured itself with goosebumps around a bright red print of his hand. “I said lift!” With a squirm of her knees she shifted to a kneeling position on the bed, Her cheek against the covers but her rear lifted up towards him.

“Much better...very good.” He purred as he kissed the hand shaped welt. She made a pleased sound against the sheets. Intrigued he kissed her other asscheek and she made the sound once more. He stilled there, his lips a few inches away from her buttocks and tried to control himself. She liked it. She liked being kissed there. She liked something he desperately enjoyed. Oh this was going to be a perfect night.

He laid his lips across the lowest curve of her rear and then slide his mouth slowly up, barely touching her skin. He heard her breath hitch. He continued on the other side, right until he got to the red welt. He wrapped his mouth around the thumbprint and began to suck feeling the flesh pull between his teeth he could not resist giving it a bite. She quivered. He pulled back to place his hands on either cheek, pulling until he revealed her holes to him. Her slit was wetter, a droplet of her juices clung to the outer lips, her other hole was a tight rosette, and brought to his mind all manner of perversions he couldn't wait to inflict.

The first involved his tongue.

He leaned forward and licked between her spread cheeks, not touching either of her holes, just licking that ultra soft line between her cheeks. He let himself languidly enjoy the sensation of her movements. He could feel her body twitch with his touch and he reveled in it. He let go with one hand so his fingers could slide downwards to her wet hole. He felt her go still.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, “To feel your hole stuffed with my fingers? Feel my tongue on your ass?” She swayed her ass, whimpering softly, an edge of hope tingling the sound. “If you so desire, wench.” His fingers sank into her slit the same moment the very tip of his tongue found that rosette of a hole.

She gave a wild loud cry, the sound muffled only by the silk wrap and her bed covers. Her wetness wrapped around his fingers softly pulling them deeper like an eager little plaything. He felt every twitch of her hole as he buried his digit knuckle deep within her. He pumped his fingers in and out, pulling at her wetness even has his tongue darted across her backside.

“I want you to cum. I need you to cum.” He rammed his fingers deeper. His free hand slid up and smacked across her still red cheek. His wrist became a blur as he pushed them in and out of her, deeper and deeper till she was whimpering. Her toes curled, a sheen of sweat built along the small of her back, making her pale skin shimmer. “Come on, wench. Cum...cum NOW!” He felt it before she cried her pleasure. He felt her clenching around his fingers her legs growing taut with the sensation. She was cumming...all for him.

She cried his name with her mouth full of silk.
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