<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9q4xi3F2j1qayrlio1_500.jpg)</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/><em>I need more.</em><br/><br/>He laughed at her statement, a brief, dry chuckle. “You and I, Amora, must be cut from the same cloth. How far you've come, my goddess. You dance on that blade's edge of command and request so very gracefully.” Loki raised his forearm to his mouth and licked the beads of blood drawn by her clawing. “Any other who assaulted me so would die, slowly. Yet your impudence makes me desire you ever more. What spell is this you've woven for your master?”<br/><br/>A fleeting, genuine smile accompanied his teasing; it resumed its usual wicked twist as she went on, naming his enemies. Momentarily clear green eyes darkened with a gathering storm. “I am quite pleased with your work, temptress. I want to see them all suffer and squirm, doubting one another, distrusting one another, tearing themselves apart at the seams. I want them filled with hatred and fear. I want them all bent and broken in spirit long before I grant them the blessed relief of death.”<br/><br/>As he spoke he stirred, muscles flexed, reaching out to catch her golden hair and wrap it in his fist as he pulled her head back and down onto the bed of furs. He rose, his face hovering over hers, his other hand sliding over her thigh with lascivious familiarity. “I want them humiliated by their peers and cast out by their own people.” His fingers sought her wet sex and circled the tender lips. “I will give SHIELD enough power to 'protect' the earth from these misguided aberrations – and take it away when it is time for all of Midgard to kneel before us.” His thumb settled on the hood of her clit while he teased her hungry pussy with his fingertips. “Then we will watch this world burn, 'ere we depart to rule Asgard... with Thor's head on a pike.”<br/><br/>Words faded into a growl as Loki mounted her, covering Amora's body with his own. His cock pressed against her belly, his lust renewed both by her abundant need and his visions of triumph. Moving down, knees between her legs, he guided the head of his prick to her wetness and slid the shaft up and down against her swollen pearl. “And you, my faithful slut, you mistress of mortal cocks. You need more, you say? You swallow my seed as eagerly as Sköll will swallow the sun. Is that not enough? You have another hole to be filled, you needy gash? Answer!”<br/><br/>Burning and hard once more, he pressed his tip just inside her hot, sweet cunt. Then his arms shot around her, pulling her upright as he rose, holding her tight. His heart pounded against hers as he lowered her into his lap, spearing her with his cock while he stared into her eyes with orbs of flame.