Mature Fan Fiction posted October 1, 2019

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sex scene between the two,


by beizanten

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Amora was watching Prince Loki predatorily. It was only an hour since the banquet started and Loki already looked bored. Not that she blamed him, anyone with half a brain would be sick of listening to Thor and his friends (minus Sif) bragged and exaggerated about their newest conquest. There was no way they could survive fighting monsters as many and as big as they claimed to. How mindless could their fan be to simply believe every word they said?

She watched as the youngest prince stood and left the bouquet. She trailed after the Trickster.

It didn't take long before the prince turned around and faced her

"Amora. It had been a while." His voice was velveted soft, lazy with provocation. But his gaze wasn't lazy; it was predatory like an animal on the scent. She smirked, she had tried to sink her claws on him for some time now and it was about time he gave in to her seduction.

Amora was half-breathless under the unmistakable lust in his eyes. Her heart was suddenly pounding. Their eyes held for a moment-emerald green and bright green-and a flurry of ripe, unguarded expectation shimmered in the air. Hotspur and graphic.

She stepped forward, into his personal space, she licked her soft pink pouty lips. She watched as his eyes followed the action.

The crown prince Thor had rejected her seduction, something about a woman who craved power and position as much as Amora did was far harder to handle than a woman who only craved wealth. But unlike Thor, Loki was the type of man to confer with snakes and charm them in turn. Surely, he would realize the benefit of having a powerful Enchantress by his side outweighed the liability.

His cold fingers caressed her cheek. He kissed her. He tasted of apples, mead, and desire. It was intoxicating.

One of her arms wrapped around his waist like a steel band and the other gripped his head. She kissed him with heat and intensity and skill, her fingers winded their way into his hair and pulled just hard enough to make him moaned.

She felt Loki responded in kind, his body pressed even closer to her, his mouth just as hungry. His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, then licked into her mouth when Amora's lips parted. She made a whimpering noise against his mouth and pressed closer. They continued to kiss, their bodies as close as they could get.

There was nothing tentative about the way Amora's teeth dug into Loki's lips. She was pushed hard against the wall and her tongue was sucked into his mouth. She felt Loki's hips bucked against hers, his hands clutched wildly at her back. She had successfully jolted every sexual nerve in his body. Had not the sledgehammer blow occurred the prince would notice that they weren't alone.

Amora felt Thor's eyes on them and opened her eyes. She gave Thor a knowing look, her eyes shone with mirth and a little malice. She wrenched away from Loki's mouth with another bite at his swollen lips. She nipped and licked up Loki's neck, bit until Loki was half-crazy with it. Hands came up at his chest and fingers stroked over his upper arms until he shivered. Her hands slipped under the waistband of Loki's pants.


The prince broke away to breathe and Amora continued to kiss her way over his jaw and under it. His eyes glowed with something darker, something Amora loved...something that called to her inner goddess...something that took her breath away. "My room." She heard him said before he teleported them there, right onto his bed, with him on top of her. Then the Trickster used magic to get rid of their clothes. She felt his eyes traveled greedily down her body. She devoured the sight of him naked.

His porcelain pale skin, stark against his inky black hair that falls in loose waves around his face. His glistening green eyes were blown with lust. His wicked smile, framed by thin pink lips and sharp cheekbones. His body was thin, wiry but strong and muscly. His arms and shoulders were broad, ready to pounce like a tiger. He had a small waist and hips and standing out against his flat stomach. He had dark hair trailed from his waistband up over his stomach. The large room was dazzled by his beauty.

She heard his growl of appreciation. "You look delicious." She felt his breath closed to her ear, though his lips didn't touch her. "You're mine." She felt his lips tugged at her ear lope. Amora groaned.

Her breath exhaled over the drawn skin of his neck as her lover delicately burrowed his tongue in the hollow of her left ear, in turn, nibbled her lobe and then licked her depth causing her to moan in pleasure.

She felt him buried his head into her neck. His cold lips pressed wet kisses on her neck, trailed upwards to her jaw.

Amora growled as she writhed and rolled her hips. His hand squeezed her breast.

Amora saw the prince magic a bottle of champagne and a wine glass to appear in his hands. She watched curiously as he poured a glass and took a sip.

Then she felt him put his mouth on her right nipple. Amora let out a gasped as the cold liquid submerged her nipple. She could feel the bubbles prickling over the surface, then the prince sucked hard and swallowed. She panted and gasped when he tugged at her nipple with his teeth while he pinched her other nipple between forefinger and thumb, kneading, rough. She moaned as his lover took as much of her breast in his mouth as he could and sucked with increasing intensity as he used his tongue to press on a nipple.

Amora's body shuddered as she tried to speak but couldn't form words.

Her lover released her. "Delicious." She could hear his smile rather than see them. Her lover took another sip and did the same with her other breast. Amora was lifting and thrusting her pelvis. Her whole body went limp as soon as he pressed on her nipple with his tongue.

Her lover took another drink. Then she felt him kissed, licked and sucked his way down her stomach. As the prince approached her sex, the cold wetness prickled her skin. She felt his cold hands rubbed over her clit.

Loki's touch was shivering and arousing. Amora could feel the lascivious thrumming inside her clit and the swell of her sex.

Amora groaned "Please."

Her lover grinned...a salacious, wicked, and tempting smile. "Watch." Her lover locked eyes with her. She watched him drew his tongue down her slit to where her clit was nestling. A shiver ran through her.

Amora's eyes were heavy on Loki, skin flushed and a sheen of sweat shone on her face and breast. She dimly wondered why Loki didn't break a sweat.

Her cunt was already wet and aching with arousal. Amora felt a cold finger slid into it.

Amora's mewls turned back into moans. "Yes..." she moaned, writhing much more furiously against him.

She felt another finger slowly inserted into her vagina opening and made long slow circular motions inside her pussy. Every nerve ending inside her pussy tingled to her lover's touch. Her pussy was getting so much wetter with his constant touch quickly. A slow steady circular motion kept her tensed and craved much more.

Amora was so wet that her juice was running down her lover's hand. She rocked her hips urgently and cursed at Loki to go faster.

Fingers pushed in a little deeper into her pussy until they reached the spongy surface of her G-spot. The fingers slowly drew towards his palm in a "come here" motion which instantly made her G-spot swelled and engorged. Amora's legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Amora shivered, quivered, and jolted as Loki had full control of her body and mind with just two little fingers as he taunted, teased and corrupted her.

Her swollen G-spot was fingered-fuck very quickly. Her swollen and throbbing clit were slapped hard with his palm.

Amora screamed out for mercy but the prince ignored her. She was brought to the edge then he stopped. Amora whined with need. Fingers were pulled out, her thighs were spread. Her prince pulled them both lower down the bed in one smooth move, and before Amora knew it, her clit was lapped long and slow at with his tongue.

Amora cried out. She clutched at Loki's hair with one hand and yanked, a little meanly. "More." she gasped. Cold tongue stimulated all those nerves she didn't know she had. The stimulation spreading throughout her body like wildfire and took her nearly over the edge all on its own.

A primal groan that came from somewhere far, far inside her.

A finger arched onto the top of Amora's inside walls, the Enchantress cried out and moaned, writhed and bucked as he struggled to keep her down. A second finger was inserted and her world spun, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she threw her head back onto the bed. The fingers were pumped in and out of her pussy faster, while a thumb rubbed her clit.

Then her pussy was eaten out as if Loki wanted to spend all night doing it. Her every fold was outlined by his tongue. It was almost too much, at first, and Amora could only lie there overwhelmed as Loki's mouth and fingers drew forth sounds from her that she might be embarrassed about later.

It was so erotic to watch Loki savoring her- Loki's eyes closed, eyebrows raised, face beatific, as if her pussy was the most delicious thing in the history of delicious things. Amora arched helplessly, hands scrambled at the sheets. She made a sound of appreciation.

She was getting more and more excited, her juices running down on her pubic hair. The licking intensified, a finger was put inside her and flicked in time with his mouth, her swollen G-spot was fucked by his fingertip. Amora moaned. One more finger was put in.

She felt burned up, her clit sucked and folded into his mouth while his long fingers pumped into her. Her moans became more desperate and louder, her hands clutched for anything at her sides; the bed furs became victims under her clutched grasp.

Every sensation in her body felt like it was concentrated on the places Loki was touching her: his mouth on her oversensitive clit, his fingers fucking into her steadily, his other hand tight on her hip and his thumb rubbing circles on her hip bone. She shook and shook under his touch, she shook apart with an orgasm that left her feeling like the empty, clean calm of the eye of a storm. A small drizzle sprayed onto his face during her climax.

Once Amora caught her breath, she tugged at Loki's hair, gently this time, until he crawled back up to kiss her. His face was slippery with her juices, his tongue as wet as if he was drinking wine. Her taste all over his mouth. He was probably painfully hard by now, but still, that control. She wanted very much to see it shatter.

Amora caught him off guard by using magic to make invincible hands squeezed Loki's dick in a tight grip. She felt Loki's body tensed and small whimpers escape from his lip.

"Eager much, my prince?" Amora's voice rolled like smooth rich whiskey, she smirked as she saw him shivering. The invincible hand stroked Loki's solid manhood with such speed and force. She watched as he cried loudly as his breathing suddenly labored, his chest rose and fell at a chaotic pace, his brows furrowed.

The Enchantress watched him jerked his hips forward, trying to fuck into the invincible fist. Amora brought him to the edge of climax, and then she stopped and vanished the invincible hand.

"No." Her prince mewled loudly.

"Not yet." Amora breathed, she rolled them so she was the one on top than she leaned down, gently bit Loki's thigh, and sucked on the spot just long enough for a faint purple mark to bloom. She heard him sighed.

Amora slid the tip of her tongue up his length, traced the thick vein along its underside. She gave a series of short licks to the slit--at which Loki whined--and then sunk her mouth around him.

Her eager mouth licked the tip of his cock and her hand massaged his balls enthusiastically, showered him with loving attention

Amora licked the underside of his cock to the tip and sucked on the head. The smell of Loki's arousal was heavy in the air.

With a sighed that was a cross between a sigh and a moan, Amora leaned forward and took him into her mouth. A hand gripped her hair to make her take him deeper.

"All of me, take all of me." Loki's voice was somewhere between a pleading and an order.

Amora deep-throat him like it was the easiest thing in the world. His cock moved in and out. The suction was hot, wet and deep, right from the start. She kept regular eye contact with Loki while she enjoyed herself gave Prince Loki pleasure.

In less than a minute, her lover started thrusting his hips up.

Amora gave a muffled groan from low in her. The hand in her hair held on tighter.

Amora sucked Loki harder, and he looked down to watch. Amora felt the Trickster shivered as she took the whole of him.

One hand tight on the back of her neck to hold her in place and fucked in harder.

Amora kept moaning around Loki's cock, breathed sharply through her nose because her mouth and throat were stuffed full, and she was still trying to get Loki in deeper.

"Oh fuck, yes." She heard him groaned unashamedly. "I'm coming." His cock jerked inside Amora's mouth.

Cock thrust deeply and hold still as Loki released into Amora's mouth. She swallowed all of it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. She got a smile. She leaned forward and worked on cleaned Loki's cock with tiny kitten licks. She was proud that she had reduced him into a babbling heap of desire.

She watched in anticipation as Loki magic a condom to appear into his hand and rolled the condom on.

Amora moved forward as her lover sat up. She reached down and held his stiff and hot penis. She rubbed the head of his cock over her slick pussy once, twice, barely let him breached her but enough to make him crave the real thing. And then, with a flex of her muscled thighs and a perfect shift of her weight, Amora sunk onto Loki's cock in one smooth, fluid motion.

The feeling of fullness from his cock ached a little, her cunt still sensitive from before, but it was a good ache, one she wanted to savor.

Her prince whimpered and his free hand instinctively flew to her hip, gripping her tight.

She watched as he lifted his glass of champagne and took a large mouthful. Cold hand pulled her head to his and lips were pressed on hers. A gush of cool champagne left his mouth and flooded to hers. Amora took it and drank it, then enjoyed the movement of the champagne-flavored tongue in her mouth. Her lover took another mouthful of wine and repeated, letting the fizzing liquid moved from him to her. It's delicious and intoxicating in more ways than one.

As Amora drank, she moved subtly, clenching her inner muscle so she could grip the inner column inside her. She could feel him growing there, getting thicker and harder as she wriggled very slightly to stimulate him more.

His eyes looked down at her legs on either side of him and the way she was sitting on his cock. Her breast pressed out towards him, the rosy hard nipples begged for him, showing him how hot she was. The trickster's eyes glittered with desire. Hips were lifted, cock jostled inside Amora and drove it impossibly deeper.

He moved a slow, sweet rhythm with big, powerful hip movements that sent shockwaves of sensation through her, and kept her eyes on him.

Amora moaned against his lips, and she smiled at him like a fallen angel and circled her hips, which made Loki's eyes rolled back so hard they fluttered in a seizure of pleasurable paroxysms.

"Move up and down." He ordered, his voice low, authoritative and sexy as hell.

Amora captured Loki's mouth in a toe-curling kiss as she began to rise to her knees, hovered for a second on the very crest of his erection before lowering herself again in a warm, silken flow that added to his memory of lascivious sensation, took him to the hilt every time. She continued fucking herself on his cock with power and purpose. She smiled at the telltale signs that Loki's nerves jolted by ravishing, agonizing shock waves. Each gliding, tantalizing skin-on-skin ascent and descent blazing a new fiery trail to Nirvana.

He was already struggling to catch up with the intensity of Amora's kiss, let alone the feeling of her riding him. Once he got with the program, though, he used his grip on Amora's hips not just to hold on but to encourage his movements, slammed her down into his lap until the sound of his thighs smacked against her pussy filled his room. He was touching her everywhere--dragged his fingers through her hair, cupped her jaw desperately, raked his nails over her skin. The slight hint of pain only sharpened the pleasure that coursed through Amora's body, and she moaned against Loki's lips every time she clenched down around him.

"Enjoying yourself, my prince?" Amora asked breathlessly.

Her lover managed to grin, eyebrows raised at Amora in a challenge as he said, "Pretty disappointed actually. I thought sleeping with the Enchantress would be more... well more..."

That drew the hint of a scowl from the beautiful Enchantress.

Amora was moving again, eyes fixed on Loki, she rode him as if her life depended on it. He planted his feet on the bed and rocked his hips up into Amora, meeting her halfway, and fuck, it felt infinitely better. Her world increasingly narrowed to prurient craving.

"God." He moaned, nails dug into Amora's shoulders, his voice thin and wrecked.

She could feel he was nearing his climax. "Amora." he breathed--a warning. Amora nodded against his forehead, his breathing coming quick and fast now. They were both close, and he tightened his grip on Amora's hips and fucked up into her, hard and fast while brought his fingers down to circle her clit.

Amora's thighs flexed beautifully with every movement, her head tipped back in bliss, her whole body moved and ground and writhed as she chased her pleasure. The sounds she made were absolutely sinful--quiet moans and gasps, a dirty groan as he ground her hips down and took him in deep.

Their breathing came hard now, their thrusts accompanied by wrung-out moans. He put his hands on her hips so he could shove her up and down his penis even faster sent her into a puddle of trembling limbs.

Loki summoned more on his magic and bared his teeth as he pushed harder, fucked faster. He pinched hard at her nipple and Amora gave a little gasp as his finger lighted the sensation at the tip of her bud. His fingers began to move faster and harder, twirled around the top of her bud. Amora couldn't help the tears that came forth. Every thrust Amora was screaming out, voice getting harsh and sore from overuse. The pleasure washed over her. The feeling was so strong, so intense.

Amora flew into her climax, trembled and jerked on top of him as her limbs stiffened as the orgasm possessed her. Timing his movements with the wave inside her, he thrust gently, rocked his hips against her, so she could feel his prick pushed deep inside her, and her clit rubbed against him in every thrust.

The sensations were so powerful that, instead of dying away the wave of her orgasm kept rolling, her body carried away from his rhythm.

Amora clenched hard around Loki. It felt like it lasted for a while, a long burn that spread through all of her, slow and sweet. His whole body convulsed and with a shiver, she felt him shot his spunk inside her while the aftershocks were still rolled through her. With her aftershocks, he trembled two, three times.

Amora tipped forward to rest her forehead against Loki's for a moment before pulled off of him and flopped against his side. She felt languorous and unsteady, sore in a good way. Loki took care of the condom, then settled back in the bed by her side, happily wrecked.

Loki still hadn't sweat at all, which made her wondered. The sweat she had built up was rapidly cooling off, and Amora was getting cold, so she pulled the covers tighter around her body.

When Amora woke, the bed was empty. A bit of a blow to her ego but she never pegged him as easy prey, to begin with. There was no rush, she would make the prince hers in time.

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