Dangerous Bonds

by fox gully (Vivalaraptor)

Summary:

“He watched in deranged glee as her eyes began to cloud over. Her mouth parted, and at his touch, she whimpered. He watched her chest rise and fall harshly, her breathing coming out in rough gasps.”

Loki has hunted Taenya for years, and he finally has her in his grasp.

Notes:

This fic is dedicated to Team Damon, who wrote the BEST Loki/ofc in existence, Ruin. They haven’t updated in years, and I wanted some Loki smut. So I decided to write my own 😇

Chapter 1

Bells were echoing throughout the compound, sounding an alarm to the scrambling Kree. Chaos was upon them, and most rushed towards the armory, not knowing what was going on. An elder Kree screeched in anger, trying to control the growing panic.

Thick boots clicked against a metal floor, the pace increasing with every step.

“You’re sure, we’ve got her?”

“Yes, your majesty, we have her contained.”

A wide smirk made its way onto Lokis face, the picture of triumph. He turned to the Kree grunt beside him, not slowing his gait as he did so.

“Good. And how badly injured is she? Will I have to wait to play with my toy?”

The Kree shook his head, “Only minor injuries she sustained during the attack. A broken rib, possible concussion, nothing that would stop you from enjoying her.”

Loki damn near started skipping when he heard the report. They had been hunting her for a long, long time. Those fucking Avengers, including his idiot brother, had kept her hidden for too long. They knew who she was, and what would happen if Loki got his hands on her.

Loki and the Kree stopped in front of a heavy steel door, barred and designed with intricate magic seals. Loki grinned and rubbed his hands together. It’s finally time.

He could hear her straining against her chains the moment he opened the door. The alarm bells had ceased, leaving the compound quiet besides the grunts attempting to get control. The battle was won, quickly, and Loki had his prize.

He stepped inside the room, more laboratory than jail cell, but it would fit his captive just fine. She was sitting upon an exam table, chained at her wrists, ankles, and neck, with a metal collar sitting above her collar bones. She stopped trying to escape from her bondage as he laid eyes on her.

She was small, smaller than he expected, considering how many of his men she killed. Her eyes were sharp as she pointed him with a glare that might make lesser men tremble. He was not lesser men, and he was only excited by her hatred. Her silver hair was a mess, and she had blood staining around her mouth and temple.

He could work with this.

The Kree stepped towards the machine connected to the woman, inspecting the screen, “Her signal is very low at the moment, but that checks out. Once she’s healed, the energy will return and you can harvest it.”

Loki barely heard what the grunt said as he prowled closer to the woman, slowly, as to not spook his prey,

“I have been waiting a very long time to meet you. You know who I am, correct?”

The woman tilted her head back as far as the chains would allow and spit at the floor under Lokis feet as a response. Her lip was raised in a snarl, and her face was twisted with hate.

Loki laughed, a genuine delight present on his face, “Oh, you are going to be so much fun.”

His expression turned darker and he moved closer to the woman. For all her bravado, her eyes betrayed her terror. Her pupils blown wide, nearly covering the blue of her iris. He stopped himself just far enough away that he could smell the blood caking in her hair, but not close enough to touch.

He leaned down close, his lips inches from her ear, “You know who I am… Do you know who you are?”

The woman was trembling now, the distance between them closing in fast. Loki lifted a hand and twirled a loose strand of her hair between his fingers. The woman flinched with a hiss through her teeth.

“Come now, if we’re going to work together, you’ll need to answer my questions, little one.”

The woman took in a shaky breath, keeping her eyes firmly on the ceiling and not on the man in front of her. She bit her tongue and he watched conflict flash over her face.

“I will never work with you, scum.”

Loki pulled harshly on the hair he was fingering, making the woman gasp, “That’s not how things are going to work around here. You forget yourself, Taenya, you’re the one who’s captive.”

He stepped back, a cheshire grin covering his face, “And you know exactly what will happen if you fight me.”

Taenya grimaced at his words, she knew exactly what would happen, it was obvious. He would touch her, and how terrible would that be?

Loki paced in a small circle, his eyes never leaving hers, “I want to harness the energy your body creates, and you don’t want me to experiment with our bond. If you’re good girl, maybe you’ll make it out of this.”

She flinched at the mention of the bond, and Loki stopped pacing, his arms caging her against the table, his face inches from hers,

“I knew it. You know what you were made for. Did your mother tell you before she died?”

Taenya recoiled sharply, fury once again overtaking fear,

“Don’t you ever fucking talk about my mother! I wasn’t made for anything, especially not for you.”

Loki had enough of this cat and mouse game for the time being. He brought his hands up to her throat, gripping lightly before before lifting her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look at him.

He watched in demented glee as her eyes began to cloud over. Her mouth parted, and at his touch, she whimpered. He watched her chest rise and fall harshly, her breathing coming out in rough gasps.

He flicked his fingers away from her chin and stepped back to watch her face. The fog lifted from her eyes, and the wanton look was replaced with loathing.

“Levels lifted as soon as you touched her, your majesty.” The Kree he had nearly forgotten about spoke softly from the corner.

Loki turned his predatory gaze back to Taenya, “Did you hear that, little one? All is progressing as it should. You were made for me, whether you like it or not.”

Taenya didn’t respond, pointing her gaze upon the floor. She was shaking now, visibly. Loki tsked softly, bringing his fingers back under her chin.

“I said, did you hear that little one?”

Taenyas eyes were once again glossy and unfocused as Loki touched her. Her chains rattled as she attempted to lift her arms. Loki was star struck, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Yes… Heard… Please…” She murmured, trying to get closer to him. He rewarded her ministrations with a hand on her thighs, spreading her legs so he could step between them.

“Loki…” She mewled as he pushed even closer.

His mind was spinning as he tried to decide if he should keep pushing or let go before he became effected. He read about her kind so long ago, pouring over any texts related to his heritage. There were few texts recovered from Jotunheim, and even fewer about the link between his royal lineage and Taenyas race.

He read them all, over and over and over. Vowing to find this creature that was born for his pleasure alone. She would acquiesce to his every whim, his touch would override her body with lust and she would be unable to fight.

There was nothing in the texts about how his body would react, however, and he felt winded. Loki stepped back suddenly, his fingertips dragging along her inner thigh.

He grinned sharply, wanting to quell the thumping of his Jotun heart.

“Whether you like it or not, you were created to warm the beds of Jotun royalty. Your body betrays you, as does your blood.”

There was a hot red blush spread over her cheeks and neck, her lips trembling. She turned her head away from him, trying to get her body under control.

“What are you going to do with me.”

She said it without emotion, but he could hear the agitation creeping in.

Loki stepped towards the Kree by the large, beeping machine connected to Taenya. There was a jagged red line that was flat before he entered the room. It was now jumping high upon the screen, increasing each time he touched her.

“What am I going to do with you? Whatever I want.” He leered down at her, “How lucky for me that you have an extra bonus along with your body. A Josum made especially for me, determined before you were even born. But you also emanate electromagnetic energy, of which I can use for… Well, like I said, whatever I want.”

Taenya said nothing, still trying to avoid looking at him.

He gripped her chin roughly and yanked her face towards him, “You’re going to enjoy this a lot more if you listen.”

The third time he touched her, he watched the machine as Taenya reacted to his touch. She might hate it, but her body craved him, her blood sang out to him, begging for him to claim her.

The red line shot up the moment he touched her, and continued to raise as she strained against the chains to touch him more.

“Interesting…” he thought, as he tried to keep her body still, “It looks like the more I touch you, the more of your energy I can collect.”

Taenya, still under his thrall through his fingers, moaned as Loki caressed her cheek. “Mmm, yes. Loki… Please.”

Loki grinned, his eyes feral and directed solely at Taenya. “You can’t even speak full sentences when I touch you. How embarrassing, little one.”

Loki looked towards the Kree, who nodded and gathered the papers the machine printed out. He made his way to the door, waiting patiently on the king.

Loki took one last moment to run his fingers through her hair before stepped back, “I have what I need for now. I’ll be back to see you soon.”

He watched only for a moment to see her eyes clear and a glare form on her lovely features. He turned towards the door motioning for the Kree that it was time to leave.

He shut the door behind them, relocking the seals and metal bars. Loki hadn’t been this satisfied since he conquered these Kree and made them his. He had her, finally, after years of hunting. She would have been his from the moment he was born if Odin hadn’t destroyed the Frost Giants.

The information he had on the Josum people was scarce, but he still remembered the way he felt when he read her name for the first time.

“Taenya.” He whispered, letting the name slide off his tongue. It tasted good, and he couldn’t wait to put his next plan into motion. She was his, and he would never let her escape.

Chapter 2

Taenya hung her head and sighed as the door closed behind her captor. She pulled at her chains, more out of comfort than hope that she could remove them. She had used every ounce of her strength to try and bust them before that cocky ass hole had entered. It was no use, she couldn’t break out.

The prongs of her collar pricked against the skin on her neck, almost like a reminder of what was yet to come. She forced her heart to slow, knowing panic would not help her here.

Looking around the room brought more fear than she anticipated. The walls were sterile white, the beeping of the machine she was connected to reminding her of what she was. A specimen.

There was a bed shoved into the corner of the small room, and a door to the far right. Hopefully, she thought, leading to a bathroom. The bed gave her pause, her mind disobeying and flashing images of what Loki was going to do to her there.

She grimaced, shaking her head and chastising herself. Taenya had survived years of homelessness with her mother, the subsequent death of her mother, and then 10 more years on the run. She would not let this narcissistic ice clown break her.

Another thought occurred to her, one she was in denial about before. Where were her friends? A drop of sweat beaded upon her nape at the thought. They wouldn’t have just left her, something must have happened.

Taenya cursed through clenched teeth, “Damnit!”

It wasn’t her idea to try and remove Loki permanently, but it might as well have been. She was the reason they were acting so soon. Tony had made his case, they couldn’t hide Taenya forever, the best course of action was to attack before he found her.

Even Thor, her sweetest friend, had sadly agreed. He didn’t want to hurt his brother, but he knew what needed to be done, especially as they heard rumors of what he was gathering.

It was a tactical move on the part of the Avengers, she knew it wasn’t their worry for her. They hadn’t been able to use her excess energy, or her full strength, while she was in hiding. Killing Loki would allow them to harvest her energy safely, without alerting her tormentor.

“Well,” she thought lightly, “Mostly it was Tony who needed the power…” He had been ecstatic when she was brought aboard, immediately holing himself up in his lab to design new weapons she could provide a power source for.

That was before he realized they couldn’t use her power without alerting Loki. Such, the plan was born. They would arrive in the dead of night, in and out, and Taenya would be free.

Tears burned at the corner of her eyes, but she forced them back. They couldn’t be dead, there was no way. Their plan was simple, she had no idea how it went so wrong. Somehow, Loki was expecting them.

She lost sight of Steve and Clint first, almost immediately. Some sort of bomb set off as they entered the compound, filling the air with thick, harsh smoke. She kept Thor at her back, but she lost him in the chaos next. She was systematically separated from each of her companions, lost in the haze as she was attacked from out of sight enemies.

Her hands were coated in blood after fighting off the Kree, using her energy as a gauntlet in her palms, crushing heads like cantaloupe. They surrounded her in the end, locking her hands behind her back and forcing her to her knees.

Taenya shifted uncomfortably, her wrists chafing from her earlier attempt to escape. At least she fought until the very end, knocked out with the butt of a rifle to her temple. She hissed as she thought of her head wound, the pain returning with a fury.

She had awoken in this creepy blank room, chained to a table with the horror of knowing what was to come next. Taenya inspected the wires attached from her skin to the humming machine to her left. Shivering, she hoped those weren’t permanent.

The collar was going to be her biggest hurdle for escaping. It was thick platinum, laying heavy on her clavicle. There were tiny prongs on the inside, pushed into the soft skin of her neck. She had no want to find out what those prongs were for.

She turned her attention to the door, next. Humming in thought, she attempted to memorize the symbols carved into the metal. Maybe if she figured out what magic Loki was using, she could reverse it.

At the thought of her captor, Taenyas lips curled unconsciously, baring her teeth. He was filth, he was vile, he was not worthy of licking the soles of her boot. He was the reason her mother died, and she would kill him with her bare hands when she was free.

Resigned to wait for a more opportune moment, Taenya settled for making escape plans in her head. She knew she wouldn’t be leaving today, the enemy was on far too high an alert for that.

“But I will be leaving.” She murmured aloud to herself, hating the shake in her voice. Steeling her resolve, Taenya adjusted to a position that was almost comfortable, and began to plot how she could escape and kill her enemies.

———

 

The sound of metal screeching on metal roused Taenya from her dozing, immediately washing her clean of drowsiness. It could have been hours or days she was left to rot in this sterile room. The bars must have been removed, for the door swung open and showed a young Kree woman carrying a tray of food.

Taenya sized the woman up, attempting to gauge her level of danger. Almost immediately, she could tell the girl was terrified, keeping her eyes only on the ground, shaking so much a spoon was clattering against a mug of dark liquid. This was not a threat, this was another creature under the thumb of Lokis power.

The woman scurried forward, nearly tripping over her own feet, “Ah, this one is s-so sorry, excellence, I hope this m-meal is to your liking.” The pink skinned Kree set the tray on a small table near the bed and turned to leave.

Taenya smiled at the alien woman, clearing her throat to get her attention.

“I apologize, miss, but I won’t be able to feed myself.” She lifted her arms a fraction, showing the chains were taunt, “If you could help me eat, I would be very appreciative.”

The Kree woman turned around quickly, fearfully prostrating herself, “Please forgive this worthless one for being so blind, I am so sorry, excellence.”

Taenya shook her head, making sure to school her features as softly as she could, “Please stand, I don’t wish to hurt you. What is your name?”

The Kree bounded to her feet and snatched the tray, bringing it towards Taenya, “This one is named Del-Kem, excellence.”

Del-Kem tore off a piece of bread, raising it hesitantly towards Taenyas lips. Taenya smiled again and opened her mouth to accept the assistance. She seemed to calm down after Taenya made it clear she was friend, not foe.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you calling me excellence?”

She looked up from the tray, confusion evident, “Well, because his majesty said so. You are his excellence, after all.”

Taenya faked a gag and snarled, “Loki is a depraved, monstrous disgusting little man. I want nothing to do with his filth. I would like it if you called me Taenya, please, not excellence.”

A look of shock and panic washed over Del-Kem’s face, and Taenya immediately regretted speaking so harshly. This poor thing was probably ripped from her home, much too young by the looks of her, and forced to serve Loki. Taenya took a deep breath and dedicated herself to not losing her temper in front of her.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I know you still have to serve Loki, and I put you in danger just by stating my feelings about him out loud. I won’t let any harm come to you.”

The pink Kree turned even pinker as she shrugged and looked away shyly, “This one will call you Taenya, if that is your wish.”

Taenya grinned, her first real smile since being captured, “Thank you. Your English is immaculate by the way, I didn’t know the Kree spoke it.”

Del-Kem shook her head, “No, we don’t. This one was learning to be a scribe when we were conquered; English was the sixth language I learned. This one was chosen specifically to attend to your exce- Excuse me, I was chosen to attend to you, Taenya, because I am one of the only Kree here who knows the language.”

That was a surprise, even if because Del-Kem looked so young. Taenya would have pegged her as around 14 years old. As she finished off the potato’s, Taenya smiled brightly at the young girl,

“That so amazing!! Six languages, truly? You must be incredibly intelligent, I’m impressed, Del-Kem.”

The girl smiled timidly, “A-actually, this one knows 12 languages, English was just the sixth.”

“12 languages! I hope you’re proud of yourself, because you should be. I am very lucky to have you looking after me.”

Pink skin shaded to red as the young girls bashfulness won out, obviously pleased but unsure of how to take the compliment.

“Thank you, Taenya.” She said softly, wiping up the last of the gravy with a haunch of bread. She popped it into Taenyas mouth, who chewed happily.

“You have been a life saver, Del-Kem, thank you.”

The Kree nodded quickly, “O-of course! It was my absolute pleasure. Is there anything else this one can do to serve you?”

Shaking her head, Taenya grinned at her, hopefully, new ally. She almost joked about setting her free, but Del-Kem would most likely not appreciate that jest.

“No, and thank you again. Mostly it was just nice to talk to another person.”

The young girl nodded again, a tender look in her eye, “This one hopes I have pleased his majesty and will be allowed to speak with you again. I will pray to be given the opportunity to serve you from here on out.”

With a knock upon the massive door, it was opened just enough for Del-Kem to scamper out with the tray, throwing one more shy smile behind her.

The room was silent again, apart from the rhythmic beeping of the machine she was connected to. Once the door closed again, Taenya let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Okay, this could be worse, she could possibly turn Del-Kem against Loki and have her help with the escape.

Taenya chewed on her lip for a moment, thinking hard. She couldn’t play her cards before it was time, or she risked ruining everything. If she pushed the young Kree too far, she would crumble under the pressure. She needed to get to know her more, hopefully earn her trust.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening slowly, metal scraping against metal. Chest tightening, she steeled herself and awaited whatever was coming.

A Kree man entered, avoiding her gaze and instead focusing on the clipboard he held. He walked quickly to the machine, scratching notes to himself. Taenya sighed, she would happily deal with the grunts, as long as she didn’t have to see-

“Hello, little one.”

Loki sidled through the door, making his way towards her.

“Fuck, shit, shit…” She thought to herself, fear gripping her limbs and making her tense. She hated this man and what he could do to her. It was like she disappeared when he touched her, replaced with a stranger whose memories she could barely parse after the fact.

Loki stopped a foot away, that predatory glint in his eyes every present. He looked her up and down, his eyes reaving over her skin.

“You could do with some cleaning up. Maybe it’s time we loosened those chains.”

Taenyas heart was in her throat, trying not to hope. This had to be some trick. There’s no way he would allow her that much freedom. He knew her strength, was he really just that cocky? Before she could finish her theory, his hands were on her neck, not removing the collar, but unlocking the chains. And touching her.

Every coherent thought was gone in an instant, her belly filling with heat and desire. She needed him, needed him to touch her, gods, she wanted him now.

She wrenched her arm as Loki went to release her from her bondage and wires, desperate and needy.

She faintly heard him chuckle, “So impatient, little one.”

As soon as her arms were free, she wrapped them around Lokis neck, digging her fingers into his scalp and pulling him towards her. He seemed surprised when she crashed her lips against his.

Oh gods, yes, this is what she needed. She whined into his mouth, her breath hitching as he pushed between her legs. Loki grasped a hand in her hair, slanting his mouth against hers.

Despite her legs still being chained, she ground her hips against him, feeling him hard against her. Loki gasped as she circled her hips, desperate for him to take her. He growled deeply, reverberating through both of their bodies as they pressed hard against each other.

Loki reached his hand down blindly, grasping at the chains connecting her legs and unlocking them. As soon as her legs were free, she wrapped them around his torso, pulling him closer.

Taenya moaned obscenely as Loki’s mouth moved to her now mostly free neck. “L-Loki, please…”

Her voice seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in, and he left one last bite against her throat before attempting to move back. Taenya however, had a desperate grip on him. Her mind was roaring, and she whined as she caught his sinful look. 

“Fuck…” She heard him whisper against her mouth, and her heart thrummed as he bit her lower lip. Abruptly, he roughly grabbed her face, pushing her away and holding her at a distance.

Taenya whimpered at the space, her fingers grasping in his long black hair and trying to drag him back.

Loki took in three shuddering breaths before he could let go of her and step back from the table.

The lust filled haze she was swimming in started to disperse, her mind becoming clearer and her own again. She was breathing hard, her heart pounding so fast she thought it might stop. She could feel a burning sensation where his mouth has nipped at her neck, and her mouth was raw.

As soon as she was able, Taenya furrowed her brow and glared at the man in front of her. He didn’t look as unaffected as he might want to portray. His lips were slightly parted and also red from the harsh make out session. Taenya realized with horror that she had done that to him.

But he was distracted, staring at her with a strange look on his face. This might be her best chance. She sprung forward, taking care to not touch Loki. She whipped to the side, her bare feet skidding on the tile. The door was open! Running forward, she was inches from the threshold when a savage bolt of electricity ran from her neck down to her toes.

The shock left her dazed and on the floor, limbs twitching in sporadic tremors. Loki walked over to her, much more put together after her stunt. He looked so smug, Taenyas blood lust roared in her ears.

“Did you think it would be that easy? Really? Come now, I thought you smarter than that.”

Taenya flexed her muscles, trying to quell the shakes and ignore the man standing over her. She didn’t anticipate the gods damned collar electrocuting her. At least she knew what the prongs were for, now. Despite the shame and humiliation she felt, she raised herself to stand, ignoring Lokis offered hand. She would need to get rid of the collar before she could escape.

He didn’t speak for a few beats, his sharp gaze making her feel naked. He then turned to the Kree in the corner of the room that Taenya completely forgot about.

“You can retrieve her things, I know the collar works perfectly on her now.”

That bastard knew she would try to run. He unlocked her chains just to test if her collar worked. Her vision flickered red as she grit her teeth.

The Kree scuttled out of the room, returning moments later with a box of toiletries and towels. He laid them all on the bed and retreated again, after bowing to his king.

Lokis eyes were locked on hers, and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. He had such a queer look on his face, his mouth twisted into.. A snarl? A grimace? A smirk?

He broke her from her thoughts with another piercing smile, “Clean up, little one. We’re moving tomorrow.”

Chapter 3

The shower turned out to be very nice, considering the circumstances. Taenya was able to clean the blood from her hair and let the hot water soak her aching muscles. The collar, it seemed, was waterproof. She had a moment of terror the first time it touched water, but her fear was for naught.

When she returned to her lab slash prison cell, there was a dark blouse and soft pair of pants folded on the bed. The fact that panties weren’t offered made her throat tighten. She shook her head, ridding herself of those thoughts. Panic would not help here, she could handle whatever happened.

She dressed carefully, checking the clothes for what; she didn’t know. The bed was pillowy, softer than Taenya would have expected. She couldn’t even tell if she was exhausted or sleepy. It was impossible to tell what time it was, her internal clock was so scrambled.

“If we’re traveling to a new location, that might mean we’re running.” Taenya thought to herself, her heart soaring at the implication. It was possible her friends, or at least some of her friends, escaped and were planning a counter attack to get her back. She made a face, guilt nibbling at her heart. “Why should they risk their lives for me?”

“Because of the eternal power supply I could give them…”

Moping and wallowing were only damaging to her resolve, and she fought to clear her mind. She was going to escape, and needed to stay driven, not doubt herself and her friends. Loki would not win.

She leaned back, resting her head against the satin pillow. She would hope for sleep to take her quickly, but hope was a fragile bird and she was sure the machine beeping plus her salacious, intrusive thoughts would not lull her into dreamland. 

She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. She may not sleep, but it would be good to rest. Eventually her heartbeat slowed, even if the aforementioned indecent memories still played in her head.

Someone unceremoniously ripped the blankets back, making Taenya recoil. The amount of time she was asleep could have been ten hours or twenty minutes, she was unsure. It sure felt like twenty minutes. She looked up, squinting at the Kree man who had a needle in his hand.

“You must be unconscious while we travel. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

Taenya took a moment, contemplating the thick needle and the collar around her throat. She shrugged and leaned back against the pillow, knowing a fight would only injure her further. Another double edged sword.

“Just get it over with.”

The Kree nodded, regarding her with an emotionless mask, “That’s a smart decision.”

Taenya rolled her eyes, forcing herself not to flinch when the needle pierced her skin. The liquid was spreading cold through her as it entered her bloodstream. She shivered and fell back into slumber.

 

 

~_~

 

 

With a groggy groan, Taenya began to come to. She opened her eyes only to shut them again, a headache blooming in her skull. She took a few short breaths before looking at her surroundings. The now familiar tone of the medical machine they had her connected to reached her ears. Sitting up with a grunt, she noted the bedsheets and pillows look the same, as did the exam table.

Taenya groped for the collar, sighing in frustration when she felt it still tightly wrapped around her neck. There were very few differences between the rooms, but she was sure this was a different place. She stood on barely shaking legs, wandering towards the bathroom to check it out. It was small, but clean, same as the last one.

The sound of grinding metal stopped her in her tracks, heart rate increasing. Did he know she was awake somehow, or was this a coincidence? She scanned the ceiling for cameras as she slunk out of the bathroom.

Just as she expected, Loki was standing inside the doorway, eyebrows furrowed before he saw her. He smiled confidently, his long legs reaching her in a few short steps.

“How did you sleep, little one?”

Taenya glared with all the venom she could muster in her sleepy state and spat, “Fine.” Before taking a few steps back. Loki returned the gesture and walked forward, pushing her towards a wall.

“Good. Do you want to know how I slept?”

“No.” She answered quickly.

Loki raised a hand up to her face, but hesitated and did not to cup her cheek yet. Taenya nearly began shaking, his presence lighting her nerves on fire. His usually bright eyes were dark, half lidded. He licked his lips and leaned forward, lips just brushing her earlobe.

“I slept perfectly. I dreamt about you. I was fucking you while you were on your hands and knees. I got to pull on that beautiful hair off yours.” He slipped his fingers through a few silver strands, as if illustrating a point. “You were circling your hips and thrusting back on me, but you wanted it harder.”

Taenya could fell her heartbeat increasing just as she felt the heat grow in her belly. He had only just brushed his skin against hers. She knew he was trying to rile her up, and it stung that it was working, despite the lack of full touch.

“And I gave you harder.” He rasped.

Taenya could no longer move backwards, Loki’s wolfish approach having trapped her against the wall.

“Do you want harder, Taenya?”

Goosebumps rose on her skin, giving a shiver as her only response. Loki grabbed one of her hands and pinned it up high, her vision flickering with pleasure at his touch.

She wrapped her free arm around his neck, curling her fingers into the hair at his nape. At her ministrations, he dug his fingers into the small of her back, wrenching her to him. His mouth was insatiable, parting her lips with wet ease. Her mind was a whirl of cloudy thoughts, racing by so fast she couldn’t hold them. All she could focus on was his lips; his tongue, his fingers. Her back hit the wall and she was lifted, legs wrapping tightly around his hips, desperately grinding against him.

His hands were everywhere, carding through her hair, pulling on her blouse, grasping her hips like a lifeline. He pulled away from her mouth, pressing his tongue against the pulse in her neck. He bit down, making her squirm in pleasure. They were both breathing hard, panting against each other.

She couldn’t get close enough, and she pulled his mouth back to hers frantically. He obliged eagerly, gasping as she dragged her hands between them, trying to remove his shirt. He wrenched the offensive thing off with one arm, regretfully detaching his lips for a moment,  using the other to pull her hips against him.

Her nails raked down his naked back, making him hiss and crash his lips back to hers. She faintly heard ripping cloth before she slammed her head back and gasped. His thumb flicked over her nipple, large hands grasping her soft flesh. She moaned, choking out his name, “Loki…”

She cried out, her feverish pantings filling his ears as he sucked on one of her nipples. Her body was so hot, her skin flushed and shining with sweat. Nothing mattered except his touch, lighting fires down her spine.

“You like that?” He growled, mouth wild and hot on her chest.

His voice sent a spike of arousal through her, nearly rendering her speechless. Her hands grasped around his neck, desperate need making her choke.

“Yes.. More, please..”

The words were whimpered, but Loki took is as a command.

“You want more? I’ll give you more, little one.”

He held her ass in both hands, pulling her hard against him as he lifted her back off the wall and towards the bed. Taenya writhed against him, leaving hot, wet kisses down his neck and collar bone. She bit his earlobe, licking her way down his throat.

She barely heard his gravely moan as he faltered, her palms finding his nipple and tweaking it. She needed more, more skin and tongue and teeth. Her back hit the mattress, and Loki was between her legs in an instant, pinning her down.

“Gods, you’re so fucking wet.”

She grasped his jaw with one cupped hand while twisting her other in his hair, pulling him down to her mouth. His kisses were so insistent, it felt like she was being devoured, swallowed whole. The pressure of his body between her legs was delicious, his hips thrusting hard against her.

“Please, don’t stop.” She gasped into his mouth, her nerves on fire. He moved to her neck, nipping and licking the column of her throat above the collar. He was saying something low in between the wet press of his lips.

“Come for me.” He growled then, snapping his hips towards her core with feral intention.

She nearly wept when he thrust hard against her wet clit and bit down on her neck.

Sparks flew behind closed eyelids as her body burned white hot, her spine arching off the bed and into his hard chest. Her entire being stilled for a moment as she was wracked with pleasure.

Her body shook gently as she gasped in a quivering breath. His lips pressed softly into her neck, kissing her over and over, up and down her silky skin, long fingers bruising into her breasts as she came down from her high.

He raised up on his forearms when her trembling slowed, trying to calm his breathing. He looked down at her, pupils blown out wide, lips slightly parted. They stared at each other, hearts pounding hard in sync. Taenya’s mind was vibrating, her thoughts only of pleasure and the man her hands were wrapped around. 

She felt him to begin to pull away, swallowing hard and averting his eyes. Her grip tightened, reaching upwards to claim his lips. He ghosted his fingers up her sides, making her hips twitch as he trapped her hands in his.  He pushed her arms up the bed slowly, pinning them to the headboard, his mouth forceful and dominating but tender against hers.

Taenya moaned against his jaw as he ground his still hard member against her one last time, slow and firm. He pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before inhaling sharply and schooling his features into a shaky smirk.

Taenya whined as he untangled her fingers from his black hair, kissing her knuckles as he pulled her legs from around his hips. He had to hold a hand on her shoulder to keep her there as he rolled off the bed.

He turned back to look at her, dark eyes and straining trousers the only give away to the desire he still felt. Her mind slowly stopped humming, but her eyes were still hazy. It was only just a moment, but for a moment, even after he wasn’t touching her, Taenya felt the abject impulse to drag him back down. To finish what he started and demand he fuck her.

She swallowed thickly, reaching hands up to cover herself, but not able to tear her eyes from his.

The heat between her legs was subdued and declining, but she was mortified to realize even multiple seconds after he retracted his touch, she still wanted him. Loki broke eye contact first, turning to snatch his shirt off the ground where he tossed it. Taenya pulled the thin blanket over herself, averting her gaze once he had. She could feel the red hot blush creeping across her cheeks, despite how vehemently she tried to stop it.

Loki walked over to the machine, inspecting the screen and pulling his shirt back on. It stretched against his muscles, sticking to his sweat soaked skin, and Taenya cursed her treacherous eyes; treacherous mind.

“Aha. I knew it.” Loki said, looking towards her with a dark grin.

“You apparently emit a great deal more energy when you reach your climax.” He chuckled humorlessly, but his eyes prowled what showed of her naked skin. “How fortuitous for me.”

There was still a slight veil over her thoughts, but she was much more sober now. She thought about opening her mouth and cursing him. Spilling vitriol and swear words. But no, making him angry was dangerous, and she didn’t trust her voice either way.

Momentarily silent, Loki let his mask drop, just for a second, to say, “I didn’t mean for it to go that far.” He rubbed the back of his neck, gaze drifting to the side. “At least not yet. I will conduct myself better next time.”

She could only nod, words failing her and she cursed her minds betrayal once more. Loki seemed to know what she meant, or at least he was content to let her stay quiet for now.

“Sleep well.” He said simply, taking one more glance from head to toe before turning his gaze towards the door. He left without expecting a reply, and Taenya was glad for it.

Last night it was hard to fall asleep, but tonight would be something else entirely. Her chest burned as she stared up at the ceiling, willing the desire in her belly to go away.

Hate wasn’t a strong enough word for how she felt about her bond with Loki. Her mother told her, soon before she died, about what she was. Her race, her blood, her “purpose”. She knew then why they were running. His hands were clean, but he killed her mother either way.

She clenched her fists, knuckles white from the pressure, and willed her thoughts to calm. Big emotions expelled even more energy, and there was no need to give him more than he took with his own hands.

Rolling over to the side, she held herself tight. The thought of Loki’s hands made her heart flutter and her stomach twist in knots. Even without the bond, she might have still turned into a puddle of desire if he used those fingers. It was difficult to absorb how complicated her feelings were.

Surprisingly, Taenya didn’t know her pleasure produced a huge amount of power, but she expected that. It was hard to tell in her own skin when and how much she was supplying to those who harvested it. But this new fact didn’t bode well for her sanity. Loki must be building something huge, to need more energy than she produced normally.

Blurry feelings and emotions overtook her mind as she thought over the experience with Loki. It was hard to remember things when he touched her, overpowered by lust and need, but she could still remember his mouth. She thought wryly about his nickname, and decided it wasn’t just because he liked the sound of his own voice so much.

Heat bloomed in her chest when she remembered how he spoke to her; What he said. That gravely, low voice was echoing in her head, igniting her heart again.

“You like that?”

She quickly tampered down that train of thought by rolling her face into the pillow. She groaned angrily as she realized she could still hear his moaning and gasps playing back in her memory.

There was a knock at the iron door, and she sat up quickly; Not wanting Loki to see her affected. The door opened, and Taenya was pleasantly surprised to see Del-Kem. The girl was carrying a tray of food, but this time, she wasn’t shaking.

Taenya smiled warmly at her, inviting her to sit on the bed. The young Kree obliged, chattering nervously as she set the tray down. As she turned to leave, Taenya held onto her hand. She was desperate for companionship that wasn’t her captor, and she also needed to gather more information about where they were.

“Ah, Taenya, this one can stay if you wish. His majesty told me I am to serve you from now on. If it is your wish that I stay, he will understand.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Taenya couldn’t have hoped for better news in this hellhole. The Kree girl seemed more confident than before, if still timid in nature, and she would enjoy the company. Boredom killed as sharply as a knife in prison, that she knew from experience.

Taenya picked up the spoon and scooted to the side so Del-Kem could crawl up the bed with her. She felt childish, but it was nice to have a friend here.

“Please tell me about yourself and I’ll eat. I’m very much looking forward to getting to know you, Del-Kem.”

Notes:

Shorter chapter, but way more horny lol. Slow burn is god damn sweat inducing to write. But aren’t we all just looking to write our own smut??

Chapter 4

Loki’s steps echoed through the metal hallway he followed, loud in the quiet of the compound. The steps were much more measured than the last time he walked this path. It had been a week since he touched the Josum woman. Since he lost control and nearly consumed her. He frowned, crossing his arms across his chest as he walked. Things went farther than he intended last time. He needed to be in control of himself at all times, not getting carried away by a soft pair of tits. 

This past week, he refused to see her, even if he might want to. Holding himself back until they needed the boost in her energy. And, until his boredom ran out. 

There were plenty of women at the compound who would throw themselves at his feet and beg for a chance to warm his bed. There was no reason to get all hung up on one who did not even want him. He would play with Taenya and collect her energy while keeping himself in control. He didn’t want to rape the blasted woman; he was not a monster. 

Loki grinned devilishly as he thought of his plans for the future, at least not a monster in that way.

There was something about her that made him lose his head, made him surrender to the lust. Or at least made it very difficult to resist that surrender. He suspected somehow the bond caused his lapses in judgment, and resolved to find more knowledge about the specifics of their connection. 

After the last time he visited, he provided Taenya with a modicum of freedom. As much as he could give in the situation, at least. The collar would always stay, but the other chains need not. She was allowed to spend as much time with her new Kree playmate as she wished. He was well aware of how lonely prison could be, and he did not want the little one to go mad.

It turned out the woman was a voracious reader, and she requested multiple books every day. He provided her with each one she requested, even sending grunts out to collect those he didn’t have. Hopefully, it would make her less venomous. If not, it was of little consequence; he liked it when she spit fire at him.

The guards at her door bowed reverently as he approached, stepping aside so Loki could take down the magical seals barring her in. Once the magic was suspended, a guard removed the intricate locks and metal bars. When they were unlocked, he stepped through, a cheshire grin already on his lips.

Taenya and her little friend were chatting and sitting on the lounge against the back wall of the room. They both startled when he entered, and the Kree woman scrambled to her knees, bowing low. Taenya rolled her eyes, whispering gently to the girl and encouraging her to stand. 

“You can leave now.” Loki said, waving his hand contemptuously at the pink skinned woman. 

The woman smiled shakily at Taenya and bowed to her before doing the same to him and scurrying out the door. Loki walked forward, reveling in her glare as he neared the lounge she was on. 

“You interrupted my conversation.” She pouted, scooting to the far end of the sofa as he got closer, “You could have waited until I finished.” 

Taking care not to touch her skin as he sat down, he grinned, watching her brow furrow even more. “I could have, but I did not want to.” He murmured, fingers itching to touch her already. He dragged a finger down her thigh, soft black leggings the only barrier between them. 

“Come, sit upon my lap.” He purred, eyes dark and half lidded. 

“You can’t force me to do what you want without touching me. Are you truly that cocky?” She spat, glaring at him vehemently. But he knew his closeness was having an effect on her, the bond betraying her even without his touch. 

“So you want me to touch you?” This only made her glare sharper, and he chuckled lowly. For a few moments, she sat frozen, fighting with herself on if she should comply. As he knew she would eventually, she inched closer upon the lounge, making an effort to not touch his skin as she climbed over his legs and straddled his hips. 

It was not his fault when he grew hard the moment she perched on his lap, her warm body so close. The bond betrayed him as well, making his nerve endings short circuit under his skin. He hissed and leaned his head back. The slow movements of her getting comfortable were pure torture. Their torsos pressed together, but he made care to rest his large hands on her cloth covered hips, pulling her to settle in his lap.

Her face was beet red, crystalline eyes darting around the room and refusing to land on him. “What do you want?” She asked shakily, hands hanging in the air as she hesitantly decided where to rest them. She looked stunning and had a furious blush that went from her cheeks to below the top of her shirt. It made him want to see where it ended.

Grinning smugly, he ordered her to set her hands on his chest. Her lip trembled slightly, and some place dark inside him licked his lips at that. She only hesitated a moment before obeying, resting her warm hands on his pectorals through his dark shirt, sending sparks of electricity up his skin. The air around them felt charged, prickling the hairs on the back of his neck. 

Surely, she could feel the pounding in his chest, his heart racing as he drank in the sight of her. Her hair fell in a silver veil around her, some strands sticking to her neck as sweat dripped down her throat. Her fidgeting eyes finally landed on his, already dilated and glossy. Playing coy would get her nowhere if she insisted on looking at him like that. There was something simmering under the surface, something intangible they both felt.

“I want to know how you’ve been settling in. I’ve allowed you some freedoms, I hoped it would make you happier.” Loki insisted, rubbing small circles on her hips.

She swallowed hard before speaking, plush lips parted and red, “What do you care about my happiness?”

Loki pulled down on her hips, forcing her to grind hard along his length. He studied her face and watched as she fought down a whine at the motion. “I care a great deal for your happiness. If I keep you happy, my plans will continue smoothly. You think me evil, but I am very good to those who help me. You have helped me a great deal.”

Taenya snorted, her hands on his chest trembling despite her indignation. “You are evil.”

“Mmm.” He hummed noncommittally, running his hands up her torso, keeping his fingers off of her skin. “How have you liked being able to see your new friend whenever you like?”

Wrinkling her nose, she obviously didn’t want to admit to liking that. She looked off to the side and grunted, darkening cheeks only further giving her away. Loki smirked, teasing his hands closer and closer to the soft skin under her clothing. “And how have you found the books you’ve been provided? 

A grunt was his only answer to that question as well and he chuckled darkly. “Little One, what did I say about answering me?” 

That made her gaze snap to his, anger and resentment clear in her eyes. Her muscles were tense, held taut as she waited for what he would do next. “I have enjoyed the books you provided me.” She ground out between her teeth.

Loki wanted to laugh, but he held himself back. She was fun to tease, but she devolved into seething nerves if he provoked her too far. He smirked, leering down at her, “Good girl. That wasn’t so difficult, now was it?”

Her nostrils flared aggressively as her lip raised in a snarl. She clenched her jaw tightly, “No, it was not so hard.” She growled. 

“Mmm,” Loki hummed, letting his fingers run up and down her sides again. He could feel how tense she was, a rigid ball of anger and fear. She would need to become less tense before they had any real fun. “I meant what I said last time.” He murmured, nearly lifting her chin before he held himself back. He wanted to enjoy this part first, before she became his and surrendered.

“Huh?” She questioned, eyes narrowed suspiciously, “What did you say?”

“I said I would control myself better next time. I did not intend for things to go so far.” He took a deep breath, keeping hold of his composure. It would be imperative that he show restraint. Prove to himself he could .

Taenya snorted, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

Her gasp ripped through the quiet of the room as Loki pinched her nipple between a finger without preamble, “You might be thankful for my self-control when you aren’t yourself later.” He whispered, lips inches from her ear as he leaned forward. 

Whether she wanted to admit to it or not, she knew he was right. He pulled on a lock of her hair lightly, bringing her gaze back up to his, “No need to worry, little one. All I need is your pleasure, and my clothes don’t need to be taken off for that.” 

It didn’t seem to be making her feel any better until he realized her hands weren’t trembling anymore. “I’ll let you writhe around in my lap until you bring yourself to your climax. You won’t even need to take off most of your clothes.” He chuckled, digging his fingers into her hips, “I’ll make sure we don’t go too far. At least by my standards, not your prudish ones.”

Taenya hissed when the pressure from his hands on her waist increased, scowling up at him. The air in the room shifted as she lifted her chin, challenging him. Tension swelled in Loki’s gut, hot and treacherous.

“Do you promise?” She asked, voice drenched in hostility despite her pleading words. 

There would be no harm in making a promise to the silly woman. Especially if it would put her more at ease and less likely to try to escape. Or kill him, or ruin his plans, or a combination of those. He saw what she did to his guards. And so many of them. It would be simplest to just keep her content and hope she remained docile. 

Loki smirked as she lifted her hands from his chest and crossed them over her own. Docile enough, anyway. He did not need to fuck her, or become anymore intimate with her than necessary. Unless she asked for it without interference from his touch. Maybe it was cocky, but he had a feeling she would eventually give him that permission and submit.

“Yes, I promise. Does that set you at ease?” He asked roughly, voice low and harsh, fingers tingling and aching to touch her more. They twitched at their place on her hips, just below the hem of her shirt. He was anxious to finish this conversation, to snap the tension clouded thick in the air and kiss her.

Taenya rolled her watery eyes and scoffed, keeping her gaze on the wall behind his head, “Nothing you do could set me at ease.” Yet her hands rested on his chest again, and she was unconsciously rocking in his lap.

He pushed his fingers under Taenya’s shirt, using the leverage to pull her closer. He wasn’t able to hold himself back any longer, she smelled so good. His breath came out in rough gasps as he watched her eyes glaze over, becoming his. Without another thought, Taenya crashed their lips together, hips already working in his lap. 

Their lips melded together, and feverish need struck in his belly as she moaned into his mouth. He promised not to let things go too far, but he could already feel his resolve cracking as she slid her tongue against his, searing and desperate. Her mouth was sweltering, delicious, so soft and pliant as he swallowed another noise of her pleasure. He was impossibly hard, jerking his hips up and pressing himself against her. Everything felt like it was burning, her body crushed against his. 

“Loki…” She moaned his name, throwing her head back. Her breath hitched and she keened when his hardness hit a particularly sensitive spot. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers grasped into his hair, pulling him towards her as she arched her back. The pressure of her fingers in his hair was heavenly. 

The sound of her voice, so wanton and whining, calling him, drove him to an animalistic place. He dove at her neck, biting hard as he blazed a trail down her skin. Nipping at her jaw, he growled as she choked on his name again. He licked down her throat to her collarbone, irritated by the barrier of her shirt collar.

One of his hands grasped her breast, and he groaned as Taenya reached down between them, palming his length. Brusingly, he squeezed the other breast, gasping at the feeling of her hand on him. He ripped down the front of her shirt, pulling the fabric until it lay in two pieces along her shoulders. 

This was not too far yet, couldn’t be. He had already seen her breasts, tasted them once. There would be no harm if he played with them again, savored them more. The ripped shirt did not even register for Taenya as she rubbed a hand between them, pulling his mouth to hers with the other hand. Their kissing was heady; frantic and so overwhelmingly, sweltering hot. 

He pulled away, ignoring her displeased whine. It only made him grin wider. 

He latched his mouth to her nipple, rolling the other between two fingers, pulling a sinful noise out of Taenya. It was easy to worship her soft skin, devouring every inch he could find. His tongue swirled around her bud, biting the soft underside of her breast before lavishing the other with more tongue. They were perfect, so soft and plush, and they tasted as the rest of her did, delectable; like peaches and honey. Loki had never tasted something so mouthwatering.

Taenya was a writhing mess, her hands tangled in his dark hair and pulling hard. He looked up from between her tits and groaned at the sight of her. Her face and neck were flushed, slick with perspiration and his tongue. Normally pale blue eyes were dark, half lidded and wicked as she watched him. Marks were already forming on her throat, wine colored slashes against her skin. His heartbeat was thundering in his ears, quick and rough. He pinched a nipple and savored her sharp gasp before returning to her with his tongue in penance. 

The echo of the snaps on his trousers being undone was louder than it should have been. It froze him, her skin between his teeth as he watched her pull his length from his trousers with practiced ease. Her small hand wrapped firmly around him as she ran her hand up and down to his base. The entire world very nearly disappeared at the feeling of her hand. This was seeming like too far, now.

He grabbed her hands, wrenching them behind her back and holding them there as he pressed searing kisses up her neck. He didn’t stop her hips, and she still circled herself against his naked hardness, torturous pleasure as he rubbed against her leggings, already soaking wet. Groaning raggedly, he moved a hand down to hold around her waist, stilling her movements. 

They both quivered, and Loki licked up the column of her throat, chest rumbling with a growl. “I promised we would keep most of our clothes on, and you are not helping things.”

Tilting her neck to the side, she hummed happily at the attention he was paying her skin. He tried to slow things down, holding her still as he covered her neck with soft nibbles and licks. The marks that were already forming there burned something possessive in him.

“No clothes.” She murmured, straining weakly against his iron hold.

He chuckled against her neck, not allowing her to move and kissing softly down to her breasts, kneading them between quivering fingers, “I know you say that now. But your usual self is quite a bore, and I promised her.”

She only mewled in response as he continued kissing every inch of her chest, licking a nipple to pull a sweet sound from her parted lips. Slowly, he removed his arm from around her waist, bringing his hand to her jaw and kissing hard, dominating her mouth. Her hips began in earnest again, but slower, languidly dragging against him.

“Please?” She whispered when he let go of her lips. He was unsure what she meant, and he caught her gaze, trying to parse what she needed. She reached down between them, grasping him roughly. He wheezed as his throat went completely dry, mind foggy from her touch. She twisted her wrist, dragging a moan from his lips with the burning pressure. 

Loki grasped her much smaller hand in his, stilling her movements again. “We can’t.” His voice was much less sure than he wanted. He sounded breathy, frantic. 

Her head tipped, eyes wide and pleading. This was absolutely unfair. She licked her lips, eyes dark and pupils blown out wide. “Alright.” She said simply, and it sounded like finality.  His reflexes must have been dulled from the desire, because she hopped down from his lap to kneel between his legs before he could stop her.

One of her hands grasped him tight, and his entire world shifted as she licked him from base to tip, tongue burning a trail across his skin. He reached forward to stop her, but his fingers had a mind of their own and tangled through her hair. With a satisfied hum, she took him into her mouth, his tip surrounded by the molten lava of her mouth. Without realizing, he slammed his head back, muscles going taunt and then limp as she took more and more of him into her mouth. 

They had officially gone too far, but he didn’t think he could stop it. Her lips were sinfully soft around him, and her tongue flicked and laved as she sucked. The noises she made were near enough to send him over the edge. He groaned raggedly, trying not to use the hand in her hair to pull himself further down her throat.

How did this get so out of control? He was swiftly realizing the bond might work both ways, and he was falling further and further towards the point of no return. It should not matter what she wanted. He was a villain after all, and if he wanted to enjoy her fully, he should. 

A deep reverberation set all his nerve endings on fire as Taenya moaned with her lips around him, almost at his base. They locked eyes and Loki was wracked with affection for this human creature with his cock in her mouth. She was so radiant, so charming, and her mouth was the greatest pleasure he’d ever felt. It was frightening, and not allowed in the slightest. As soon as she swallowed him from base to tip, Loki shuddered, white hot pleasure shooting down to his toes. He used every ounce of strength he had to pull on his hand entwined in her hair and lift her head. He must regain control. 

“We can not, little one.”

Her lips made a wet popping noise as he lifted her up, and a groan of frustration followed it. Her angelic face was scrunched at the nose, and she frowned openly at him. “Why?” She whined and made to take him in her mouth again. 

Loki’s body shook with the effort, and he held her chin with his other hand, holding her still. “I already told you why. You do not want this.”

Taenya shook her head, silver hair tickling the bare skin of his thigh. She managed to get his pants almost entirely off in that time. She certainly was cunning. “I do want this.” She mewled, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist and holding her lips to him. 

Gods, how was he meant to make this mortal understand? He wondered how much of this she remembered afterwards. At least he could tease her about it if she did remember. With a light tug, he pulled her up from her knees and back up onto the lounge. He tucked himself back into his trousers, still achingly hard, and helped her settle beside him. 

Before he could stop her, she was back on his lap, thighs clenched tight to his hips. Kissing his neck, she deliberately writhed her hips along his already sensitive member. She trailed her lips across his jaw, down his neck, to the base of his throat. Everything felt like it was on fire, too much, too hot, and Loki could feel himself slipping. Gaining control seemed a far off dream and he moaned when Taenya bit down on his neck. This felt too good. 

She claimed as much skin as possible before hitting the neckline of his shirt, groaning frustratedly at the offending fabric. She slid her palms up chest, fisting the fabric in her hands and tugging roughly. 

This woman was a force to be reckoned with when she made up her mind. Loki leaned back on the couch, lolling his head back as Taenya devoured his neck. This bond between them was ripping control from his hands, turning his heart to syrupy sweet molasses. Before he could come back, he would need to do more testing. Gather more information about her, to figure out how to stop the bond from affecting him. He barely kept his promise this time, and he did not want it happening again.

“Little one,” He rumbled, pulling her attention to him. He grasped her jaw in one hand, using a thumb to rub down her cheek, “that’s enough for today.” 

It had been so long since someone made him feel like a bumbling schoolboy. He had to stop things, now. They would gather more of her energy next time. His patience and restraint were holding by a thread and he did not wish to see it severed. At least, not before she begged for it.

Taenya whimpered when he lifted her back onto the lounge, holding her down with a corded arm so she didn’t climb right back up. He studied her carefully, roving his eyes over her. She was still breathing heavily, but her mewling disagreement was slowing. Her hair was a mess, spread out upon the fabric. Loki had to fight not to run his fingers through it. What was happening to him? 

“Lokiiii~” She complained loudly as he stood, trying to follow him up. Last time, she only needed a few seconds without his touch to recover, but it was taking longer this time. Loki swallowed hard, ogling her indecent expression. He needed to leave, now , before he lost control again. Spinning on his heels, he strode to the door, slamming it behind him before he could change his mind. 

Notes:

Sorry it’s been a while without an update! I write little bits of this at a time. Just whenever I want to write smut and don't want the horny to invade my other, non horny stories lol