<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.shesaidbeauty.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/charlize_theron_gold_desktop_1920x1200_wallpaper-418927.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantare<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Alleyway, near Stark Tower, (Entering portal to the Fortress of Lokitude)<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 6:40 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Amora knew very well  what would spark within Loki's breast as she made demands upon him. She was very aware that if any other besides she, or Thor spoke to the God of Mischief in such a manner they would be removed from existence, though truly not swiftly. Loki so very much liked to toy with his prey.<br/><br/>Amora knew the reaction she would gain, and she reveled in it. As his growled words filled her senses, his hand wandered, and her own dropped from his chest. Leaning her head back against the brick wall, her gasp would echo down the alley as his hand slipped between her thighs, her legs parting, hips lifting faintly against the tease of his palm. Orbs of emerald would take on a lustful glow, as his words did just as much to awaken her lust as his hand did.<br/><br/><em>“Is there more you would have of me? More than this? Simply being close to one another?”</em><br/><br/>And she would smile again, lids fluttering closed, golden lashes brushing against rosed cheeks as his face met her own, nails digging into the bricks behind her as she shuddered in delight.<strong> “ Ah but my own Master, is this not why you chose me? I always want... more...”</strong>She would hiss sharply as her eyes whipped open, the sensation of cold steel upon her slender throat replaced that of flesh. Her still needful gaze followed every move of the fingers that slipped between his lips, tasting her, only to caress her flushed cheek adoringly again. She did not flinch in the slightest as the icy metal was slid across her neck, nor when he drove the blade into the wall next to her head. All her attention was focused on his desire for her continued company.<br/><br/>Slender yet strong digits would wrap around the hilt of the blade as he pressed it into her palm, her smile wide with delight, her eyes holding eagerness for the games to come. Pushing off the wall she would dip her head towards Loki before turning to the portal and with her hands behind her back, gripping the 'gift' tight, she would practically skip within, ready and willing for anything he was wont to do.