<div class="floatleft">(http://www.downshiftmagazine.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/charlize-theron-1920x1200-02-Custom.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> 8:00 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/>Her laugh, more akin to a panthers purr would caress his skin as Loki fell atop her silken strands splayed behind her head and smooth shoulders. Sweat from her exertion glistened over her heaving breasts, and a hand came up to caress his cheek, smooth back his raven mane from that face, those eyes she so loved. As her Master fell to his side and gathered her up in his arms, she allowed herself the moment, curling against his still hot body, a leg draping over his as her head nestled upon his shoulder.<br/><br/>This moment would not last, and she would drink in every second she possibly could. For Loki to show such gentleness with her was a prize to hoard as long as possible. And indeed time ticked... soft fingers played easily with his smooth chest, tracing lightly the muscles with, her eyes closed. So very content was she that when he finally spoke, she would actually growl lightly. Yet he spoke true. Another playful growl as her shoulder lifted into his teeth, letting forth a dramatic sigh as she flopped upon her back, draping an arm over her face in not so feigned indignation.<br/><br/>But his offer brought her to lift her am just slightly, peering from just beneath the edge, brilliant eyes wide in shock.<strong> “ Truly Master? You would bestow upon me such a gift?”</strong>To say she was shocked was an understatement. Loki had failed sharing. It was well known. Though he had initially put the blade in her hand, had professed that it was a gift, she had merely brushed it off as one of his many games. For him to give her the knife showed a trust that went beyond words. She would slowly sit up, smoothing errant locks of gold behind an eat as she gazed down into his glorious visage. Fingers would be settled like a feathers touch upon his lips as she stared deep into his eyes, seeming to be searching. Silence was between them, until she finally spoke.<br/><br/><strong> “ I will not fail you..”</strong><br/><br/>And she meant it. Leaning over to kiss his lips, lingering, devotion in the gesture before leaning over his chest, plump mounds squishing delightfully, and grabbing up the knife. With fluid ease she would rise, lifting the blade, turning it to gaze at it with the most wondrous smile of cruel delight upon her mouth.<strong> “ You are right. I have planted the seed within the large green lovely. It is time to make him grow..”</strong>With a bawdy wink to her Master she would saunter forth, her taut bare ass swaying for his viewing pleasure, brandishing the knife like a pro to tear a rent in the fabric of space, and....<br/><br/><div align="center">Continued in Stark Towers, Main Lobby (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=144301.0)</div><br/><br/>