To say that Loki was seething, was putting it mildly. In fact, it was a monumental understatement.

He was absolutely fucking furious.

As she could've predicted, he was quite thoroughly and lengthily pissed off by her bold proclamation.

"You've got to be kidding me." He said stonily, his voice like barbed wire now rather than crushed velvet. Yet something about the harshness of his tone did unsettling things to her girly-bits.

He was hot when he was angry.
Even hotter than usual.
And boy, was he angry.
She could practically feel the barely contained, boiling rage that was bubbling beneath his exterior. And yowza....it gave her a clit hard-on!

Valkyrie already had a plan in mind to help diffuse his fury, as well as alleviate the simmering sexual tension that was rapidly reaching boiling point.

"You think yourself clever don't you?" He hurled at her haughtily, frustrated at having been outsmarted.

In his haste to indulge in a perverse game with a Valkyrie, he'd inadvertently allowed himself to be outwitted. He reasoned with himself that perhaps the promise of sampling the delights of her pussy had made him slow in the head.
His silver tongue had never failed him so badly before, and he silently cursed himself for not having chosen his words more carefully.

"Suck it up, buttercup!" She mocked, and he was about to deliver a curt reply, when suddenly she snatched the blindfold roughly from his eyes.

He blinked rapidly, his pupils taking a moment to adjust to the light.

"There....are you happy? Please tell me that will stop you from whining like a little bitch."

Loki's gaze came to rest on her exquisite form, which served to temporarily silence and appease him.
The sight of her curvaceous hips, her pert breasts, her shapely ass, far surpassed his already high expectations.
She was everything he'd fantasised she would be....and then some.

He watched with growing curiosity, becoming increasingly aroused, as she took hold of his belt, the one she had used to spank him with, and slinked towards him with determination in her large almond eyes.

Ah.
He could see where this was going.
The lovely Brunnhilde did have a kink for her men to be bound and helpless.
And he would run with that, he decided. Well, for now at least. Although she was sorely testing his patience and pushing him to the limits of his endurance.
His need to ravage her was growing with a rapid intensity.

"My my, Brunnhilde. You look ravishing."

"Save it, silver tongue. I'm not interested in your false flattery and pretty words."

She made short work of attaching his belt to the one that was already binding his hands, and affixed it to the headboard with relative ease.

"I see you've done this before." He grinned crookedly, but she did not bother responding.
She clearly had her mind on other things, as she stared down at his erect cock with hungry, glistening eyes.

It soon became apparent that he needn't have fretted over her not allowing him his turn yet, as all at once she was grasping his swollen shaft in a tightening, almost possessive, grip.

He let out a breathy gasp, as she proceeded to work him expertly with her small hand, her wrist movements fluid as she pumped away at his length, and his hips bucked almost imperceptibly in rhythm.

"Aren't you going to return the favour?" He rasped, choosing his next words deliberately, challenging her. "Though I doubt you could take me. You'd be at risk of dislocating your jaw."

Valkyrie's eyes narrowed in suspicion. She was far from naive, and he sensed that she knew he was attempting to goad her.
But she wasn't the type of girl who could resist a challenge, and that was the beauty of it.

"You have such a high-fucking opinion of yourself, lackey. I'm surprised you managed to find a helmet that fits your head." She remarked disdainfully.

"My helmet?" He sniggered like a schoolboy and she rolled her eyes, but then licking her lips, she swooped down and opened her mouth as wide as it would go in order to accommodate as much of him as possible.

Loki growled in appreciation. Plundering her sinful, warm, wet mouth in such a way was nothing short of a boyish fantasy come true.
Knowing that all Valkyrie's made sacred vows of abstinence, had always intrigued him, and his sexual deviance was to seduce one into temptation.

He began thrusting carefully in a shallow rhythm, his narrow hips flexing forward. To his immense satisfaction she appeared to be enjoying herself, as she sucked away with unbridled enthusiasm. Her eagerness was contagious, and he let out an utterly masculine groan, as she attempted to deep-throat him.

Valkyrie was turned on by his reaction to her efforts, though as his thrusts grew quicker and more frenzied she feared she may inadvertently do him a damage with her teeth, in spite of her taking great care not to.

Also, he was ludicrously large.
It took a great deal of concentration to work passed her gag-reflex, breathing through her nose. And even then she wasn't able to swallow his full length. She was convinced he was almost touching her tonsils.

"Fuck, yes!"
He snarled crudely, and his use of explicit language had the strangest affect on her. Making her wet all over again.

With one hand busily pumping at his shaft, she instinctively clasped her free hand to his balls, gently rolling them in her palm, and sinking her nails into the soft, smooth flesh.
He hissed through his clenched teeth, sparks shooting through his tensing limbs, as she fluttered her tongue over the little ridge of skin on the underside.

She was greedy for him, the little minx. He watched closely, mesmerised by the erotic sight of her lips stretching around his thickness, fingers squeezing and stroking what she couldn't take in her mouth. Her appetite for him stirred his arousal all the more, and when she moaned softly it sent electrifying vibrations along his cock. He squirmed, a humiliating whimper slipping from his lips. The muscles in his sinewy arms flexed as he strained against the belt that kept him restrained.

Valkyrie sensed he was getting close. She tasted the bitter-sweet liquid of pre-cum on her tongue, and as tempting as it was to suck him dry on the spot, she would not take the necessary steps in order to satiate him.

Pulling back abruptly, she sat up gasping for breath, leaving him painfully unsatisfied.

"What....what are you doing?" He panted, piercing eyes of iciest blue glaring at her from beneath black brows which were drawn together in a deep scowl.

"I don't want you to come yet." She replied bluntly. "Not before I've had you at least."

Loki's expression darkened considerably, but his tone was laced with an unmistakable mischievousness that was quite at odds with his angry countenance. "My dear Valkyrie, you underestimate my capabilities."

And in the next instant, before she realised what was happening, he was suddenly free from his restraints, having used his magical abilities to get the better of her.

She squealed in surprise as well as frustration, as he moved faster than what seemed naturally possible, flipping her over onto the bed with alarming ease, as though she weighed no more than a handful of feathers.

"Fucking trickster!" She spat, as she found herself trapped beneath his solid, unyielding body.

"That is precisely what's about to happen." He countered with a sly grin, displaying his perfect teeth. "I'm master of this fucking game, and I won't stop until I hear my name being moaned on those devilish little lips of yours."

In defiance, Valkyrie brought her hand up, slapping him hard across the face, and she tried to take advantage of him being temporarily stunned, by attempting to push him off of her.

To no avail.

Loki's arms went rigid as he held her shoulders pinned back against the bed beneath him. "Oh do pretend to fight me, Valkyrie..." He sneered, bringing his face closer so they were almost nose-to-nose. "....your resistance only quickens my blood and makes me harder still."

Tilting her chin, she swooped up, catching him off guard, and kissed him squarely on the lips.

God, he actually was like some type of crazy, addictive drug. She just couldn't get enough.

Loki's body came crushing down on her, their bare skin, warm against cold, stinging with the contact. She arched into him, the sensation sublime, pressing her breasts into his bare chest, as all the while his tongue dove deeper with heightened excitement.

She had been swept up by Loki's erotic charms and raw sexuality, those divine lips made her forget who he was, who she was. They explored, aroused, and took. And she would willingly let him have it all.

Rolling his groin against hers, he let out a guttural moan as he felt the wet, scorching heat of her core burning against him.
They were both more than willing to engage now, surrendering to the maddening lust which subjugated them.

The agonising want pinned Loki like a tethered animal enslaved by instinct. He was driven by a primal need to have her. She brought out his feral, animalistic side.

She whimpered in protest, heart palpitating in her chest as he clenched a large fist around her constricting throat.

"Are you ready, Valkyrie?" He growled fiercely into her face, and the sound of his venomous voice caressed her senses, causing the small hairs to raise at the nape of her neck. "I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before."

Her hands tried to grasp in desperation at his arm, but he refused to loosen the chokehold he had on her. There was certainly nothing gentle about the way he was holding her, so fiercely yet erotically, which lit a fire of arousal, low and deep.

She had never experienced anything like it before. The bizarre sensation of fear mingled with desire, caused her clit to thrum in sync with her pulse, and she quivered in anticipation.

Moving his head back a few inches, his eyes narrowed, and he grinned wolfishly, displaying his teeth and the tip of his wondrous tongue. It was quite unnerving, seeing his animalistic, predatory expression, and she felt like a rabbit caught in a trap.

She also felt something else. The tip of his cock, pulsating hard and needy, probing at her entrance, which was slick with her arousal.

"Well, well....aren't we just full of surprises?" He crooned, his cool breath caressing her cheek. "It would appear that my rage excites you. You're most fortunate that your wet pussy will prevent this from being too painful...but still, I shan't be delicate."

The sound of her own pulse beating in her ears, was almost deafening, but his seductive, harsh tones sent tingling vibrations along her skin, and the sexual tension became almost painfully unbearable.

But she couldn't let him get away with thinking she'd fall into a state of submission quietly.

"Are you going to talk about it all night, lackey?" She choked-out in defiance. "Or are you going to shut the hell up and fuck me?"

The hard look in his eyes almost made her come right there and then, as he affixed her with an evil, death-stare.

Then all at once he surged forwards, mounting her like a stallion in heat. With one brutal thrust, he drove his entire, sturdy length into her, filling her so suddenly and fiercely that she cried out in pain and shock.

Gasping, he threw his head back, tossing his luscious cascade of raven hair. "Fuck! You're so very, very wet!" He said huskily. "And deliciously tight."

She was most definitely trapped now, between the mattress and Loki's warm, beautiful chest. Impaled on his impressive cock.

The pain was excruciating, it actually made her eyes water, but the sensation of having him deeply implanted inside her, balls-deep, was gloriously sinful and euphoric.

Valkyrie inhaled deeply, and for a few moments he remained irritatingly, absolutely still, as they stared into each other's eyes, breathing in rhythm.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he immediately took up a punishing rhythm right from the start, and she was convinced she was going to come apart at the seams, as he fucked her with a vicious, rabid intensity.

The tightness of her pussy was exquisitely painful, but keeping up the brutal pace he had set, he felt her walls contract around his cock, stretching to accommodate him as he plunged rapidly in and out of her languid heat with alarming ferocity.

Oh, holy shit. She thought.

The guy fucked angrily, with a vigour that bordered on mania.
This sex was raw and primal, rough and frenzied....just as she suspected it would be. But even still, his sexual aggression was sobering. Especially because, she hadn't expected it to feel so damn good.
In fact, it was proving to be one of the most sensuous, exquisite experiences she'd ever had.

As a result, she came almost instantaneously, the sweet tension imploding in a sudden, unexpected orgasm, which rendered her a writhing mess of shuddering limbs beneath him.

Loki felt her come, drenching his cock with her warm juices, and grinned lasciviously, as he continued to plunder her sex.

She could feel every inch of him deep inside her, filling her so completely she no longer knew where he ended and she began.
It was sublime, but deeply unsettling, because she'd never felt so utterly complete. As though he was the missing part she'd been searching for all these years.

He relinquished the hold on her throat, replacing his hand with his lips, placing hot kisses along her neck, and all over her breasts. Latching onto each nipple in turn, he suckled until they hardened into small pebbles, then his teeth nipped and tugged at her flesh, leaving his mark on her beautiful skin.

Her eyes slid shut to cope with the sensations. With the sweet friction of him riding her, and she rocked her pelvis against him, meeting his thrusts. He groaned his approval, and quickened his pace further, pounding into her unapologetically.

Completely lost in the moment, she brought her shaky legs up, crossing them at the ankle behind him, enabling him to plunge deeper. All the while they kept on moving with mesmeric synchronicity, and she wrapped her arms around his flexing back. Her fingers traced every curve, every detail of his sharp shoulder blades, and rolling muscle.

"Mm, Valkyrie. Your exquisite little cunt feels like a vice clamping around my cock." He proclaimed vulgarly, as the bed frame began to shift and shake alarmingly due to the strength of his fluid motions.

Snaking her fingers across the toned curve of his buttocks, feeling his rhythmic thrusting beneath her touch, as well as deep inside, made her almost lightheaded. Never before had she felt more in tune with her own body, with someone else's body.

Panting heavily, no matter how hard she fought it, Valkyrie could no longer contain herself. A loud moan escaped her lips, followed by another, and then another, until her noises grew steadily louder, morphing into screams of absolute ecstasy.

She never realised she had the ability to be so erotically vocal before.
But this was Loki, after all.
And he most certainly fucked like a God,
He was, quite frankly, screwing her blind.

"Scratch me!" He ordered gruffly, as his hips lunged on in a consistent, forwards-thrusting motion.

Obediently, she sank her nails into the soft flesh of his shoulders, dragging them down his back.

He hissed like an angry cat, the pleasure melding with the pain, which only served to excite him further, and he rewarded her by skilfully moving his pelvis in a tight circle.

She gasped, feeling her pulse beat perceptibly in her throat, and where they were joined. The feel of his cock moving in and out of her, so smooth, so slick, reminded her of two well-oiled pieces of machinery. Designed to fit together perfectly when conjoined, working in perfect hydraulic harmony.

Loki was relentless. His muscles and nerves tensed, as he kept on thrusting, his hips moving in a steady pace against her, creating perspiration where they touched.

He was hitting just the right spot to send her hurtling headlong into another climax, and it ripped through her body like a tsunami, making her toes curl, as wave upon wave of pleasure hit, threatening to wash her away

"Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!" She keened, clawing at his skin, clinging onto him like a desperate, drowning victim of his prowess.

"Open your eyes,....open them and look at me!" He commanded, his voice ragged with need, making him impossible to defy.

She forced her heavy lids open, and tried to focus on his perfect features, now shimmering with sweat, and contorting with his own pleasure.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" He rasped, and carefully taking her right leg in one of his large hands, he placed it on his shoulder. "Can you see what you do to me? You're going to make me come, so fucking hard. I'm going to fill you."

Loki felt the length of his shaft harden further and swell inside her cunt, as he was now able to reach even deeper. Each dive inwards resulted in an enormous outward rush of pure pleasure, and the need for release almost tore his length apart.

The new position afforded each of them with a provocative view from a different angle, of his long, swollen, pulsing shaft, glistening with her arousal, pumping away at her smoothly, and the room became filled with soft, wet sounds, created by their fucking.

Hot damn, he felt so so good.
She was lost, but didn't want to be found.
Lost to the natural, sensual movement of their bodies, to the wild beauty of what they were doing to each other.

"Say my name." He managed, with great effort.

Valkyrie's eyes latched onto his, and something about the intensity and eroticism of their lovemaking made her comply.
Albeit unwillingly.

"L-Loki." Is what she tried to mumble between desperate breaths, but her words dissolved into an inaudible squeal.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that." He flashed a wicked grin, deliberately slowing now, even though his muscles bulged with the effort of his restrained sexual aggression.

He knew what he was doing the smug bastard. The inimitable sweet tension was building again, and it was though he somehow sensed the onset of her orgasm.
And he was delaying on purpose. Denying her release until she did his bidding.

"Loki." She repeated resentfully, but much louder this time. No longer caring about her pride, instead, surrendering all conscious thought to pure physical sensation.

"That's better. Now, keep your eyes on me, and say it again." He instructed.

"Ooh, oh...Loki." She wailed, teetering on the very brink, as he drove into her with such force it made her teeth clatter.

"Say. My. Name!"  He repeated, punctuating each of the words with excessively forceful thrusts, which she felt strong and deep.

"Aah, ooh...fuck....LOKI!" She screamed, losing all inhibitions to a wild state of abandon. "Fuck! I want you to come....I want you to come so fucking hard!"

Her lustful words pushed Loki over the edge, and with one more ruthless thrust, the ferocity of which made them both cry out, the surging heat and intensity of his orgasm sent hot shards of contractions splintering through his body.

A pained groan ripped from his chest, and the powerful, distinct sensation of his release merely added to the intensity of the moment, as he come deep inside of her.
To his delight, he felt, and saw her own climax claim her almost simultaneously, deepening their sinful exchange even further.

She felt his liquid heat fill her in hot spurts, and this time Valkyrie was convinced she was going to pass out, as stars studded her vision.
This orgasm was deceptively longer, erupting magnificently slowly from the very core of her being, filtering outwards until she felt it in her very soul.

He thrust two more times, ensuing he was completely spent, before his body shuddered violently, then his tall frame went slightly limp and sagged against her. She took this as a clear indication that he was now satiated, engulfed by the heady euphoria of his release.

Oh fucking hell.
She had just been well and truly fucked, by the notorious God of Mischief.

His hands grabbed at the sheets around her head, and his arms tightened around her protectively. She could hear him muttering a string of muffled expletives against her shoulder, his breath hot and racing across her skin, and she couldn't help but smile contentedly into his hair, which tickled her nose.

Succumbing to the blissful, haze of post-orgasmic sleepiness, he manoeuvred his tall body so that they lay curled against each other, tangled in each other's limbs and the twisted sheets.

"Well..." She murmured, still a little breathless.

"Well indeed." His deep voice reverberated against her sweat-slicked skin.

What she actually wanted to say, was that he was an incredible lover. That he was very good at sex. That it had been perfect, in a very frenzied, rough, explosive way.
She would've liked to have added that she very much hoped this wouldn't be their first and last encounter, and that she found him passionately magnificent.

But of course, she wouldn't tell him that, no more than he would be willing to tell her.

Although, she had to admit, even though she had thoroughly enjoyed him screwing her senseless, this....this closeness, this tenderness, felt equally wonderful.

Because like him, she secretly yearned for that closeness from time to time. And she recognised that in him now, in the way he was holding her so fiercely yet tenderly in his strong arms.

He wasn't devoid of feeling, any more than she was.
The act of sex wasn't just an outlet for his anger, his stress, his need to be in control.
Like her, he also craved a connection. An emotion. A chemistry.

And to her surprise, they appeared to have found that in the most unlikeliest of places.

In each other.