<div class="floatright">(http://static.tumblr.com/2wox2yp/sTkm5hgj7/tumblr_m4cmz0pmrf1r3rq0ko1_500.gif)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Loki<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Mischief<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Fortress of Lokitude <br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Amora </span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Her aggressive push caught Loki completely by surprise, at last. Her nails on his skin, her hand in his hair, the vise of her thighs, he accepted every teasing sensation with eyes closed and teeth bared. Who else would dare? Wicked Amora, pure temptation from the moment he'd seen her so long ago. As full of desires as she was the object of others'.  But always, in the end, she belonged to her master.<br/><br/>Amora's laugh shattered his rare moment of acceptance and although her sweet, dripping quim was now hovering obediently over his mouth, he could no longer reward her insolence. She returned eagerly to her sucking and he groaned again, louder, longer. The fire raged, threatened to consume him, but first he would see her writhe.<br/><br/>Grabbing her by the hips and raising a knee to her shoulder he twisted suddenly, spilling her over into the furs. He took her by the wrists and dragged his goddess to the edge so that her golden locks poured over, brushing the floor. Loki rose, stood next to the bed and stared down. "I'd forgotten your whores' ways, Amora," he growled, rubbing his slick and aching cock over her cheek. "You forget that while we may share the same goal, I alone decide when and how you will be rewarded." He guided her head just over the edge and slid one hand around her throat as he pushed the tip of his swollen prick between her lips. "How many pathetic mortals have spent themselves in your honeyed mouth? Your soaked cunt? How long have you thirsted for your god to fill you fit to burst?" Steady, slow, he pressed his length into her until he felt the swell beneath his fingers clasped around her neck.<br/><br/>Then he roared like a beast and the pounding began. Keeping her head pinned to the furs he viciously fucked her throat, slapping away her hands and any pretense of tenderness. The fire blazed inside and his eyes, had she been able to see them, glowed red with his Jotunn blood. But there was no frost here, nothing but thrusting heat and Amora's muffled gasps for breath as he took his pleasure rather than share it. And when he finally reached the peak  and howled at the stars, his seed erupted and burned into the heart of her.<br/><br/>Loki remained hilted in Amora's mouth until every pulse subsided, a blissfully cruel smile on his face. As they parted, he rolled onto the furs and splayed out next to her.<br/><br/>"Enjoy your reward, darling?"<br/>