<div class="floatleft">(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120422053347/filmguide/images/2/26/Charlize_theron_photoshoot-6762.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantre<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:40 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><em> “ What spell is this you've woven for your Master?”</em><br/><br/><strong> “ You know as well as I that no spell is needed for you to to take what you desire from me. I give it willingly, for only you, my God of Mischief, can give me all I desire, in body and Power.”</strong>Amora would purr forth a laugh, even as she watched him with parted lips and baited breath as he licked free the glimmering sanguine brought forth from her efforts. She would not even attempt to quell the moan that whispered from her mouth as he spoke of his wishes, a sensation of sheer wantonness flowing through her as his eyes darkened with anger. With every word he spoke her hands slid over her body, guiding one hand over her taut stomach, along her thigh, the other cupping a breast to roll the already tightened nipple in her fingertips. She would gasp as  grasped her hair and held her head, her already swollen bud pulsing as his face neared her own.<br/><br/>Her own eyes would bore into his as his desires for the fall of their enemies fell from his lips over hers, and a guttural cry would be forced from her when his hand settled to the needful mound between her legs. She would lift her hips towards his teasing ministrations, keening a barely audible mantra of<strong> “ ..please..”</strong>. This heightened as his body laid atop hers, only to lift himself upon his knees above her. Panting heavily her hands would slide over his muscled thighs, nails again making tracks in his flesh as her vision captured the scene before her. She would gaze longingly as the head of his cock parted velvety slick nether lips. His words became more demanding, and her answer mimicked.<strong> “ YES! More my Master! Always more, ever more! I want it all, I want all of you... I want everything you desire!!”</strong><br/><br/>She would cry out as his arms surrounded her to easily lift her bodily to his lap, and as he finally gave her what she desired, as she impaled herself upon his thick cock, she would stare back into those deep eyes of flame. Her arms would wrap tight around his neck, and she would not be slow. She would not care now about his release. He had brought forth her frenzy of need, and she would ride him to her own finish. Thrusting her hips up and down, back and forth, her hands sliding to grip his shoulder hard for leverage as her hot cunt slid along his shaft faster, taking him deeper, grinding down harder and harder. Her head would fall back, golden hair cascading and kissing against his thighs, breasts bouncing with her gyrations. Her breaths came harsher and faster until in a crescendo she would scream, her body tensing, pussy pulsing around his cock as she came, shuddering to a stop to fall back again atop the furs with Loki still embedded in her depths.