<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/>Her lithe body would flow like golden silk as Loki flipped her easily, her lower lip gathered into teeth as she was positioned for his pleasure. Her cheek would roll against the slick head of his cock teased against her face, lust filled eyes of green staring up at his muscled perfection as he loomed over her, his voice dripping need filled disdain.<br/><br/>Her mouth would open to accept him inch by inch, neck arching to give him easier access to the depths of her throat. And though his questions flowed, she could not answer. But would she, even if she had the means? Would she explain to him, try to get him to understand that none had touched her? Yes she had plans, but as yet, none had come to fruition. No, she would not. Amora was no fool as to think that Loki loved her. Not in the traditional sense. He needed her, desired her; her body, her loyalty, her Power. And Loki took what he wanted, always.<br/><br/>She took as well, in her own manner. She took him, his throbbing shaft pounding into her throat, her hands slapped away as she tried to scratch at his thighs. She managed to tear the flesh of his arm as his hand squeezed her throat, and when he exploded into her mouth, she took his seed as well. As he pulled himself from her face she would gasp for breath, licking her swollen lips as he collapsed next to her in smug satisfaction. Purring soft she would pull herself to settle her face atop his muscled thigh, her own body still screaming for release. Yet she did not ask for it. Did not beg for more of his touch. It was beneath her to do such. She instead merely sunk her teeth into the flesh of his leg, leaving her mark upon his skin before pulling herself up to sit languidly amongst the furs, her emerald gaze falling to the glowing knife still laying there.<br/><br/><strong> “ Any reward from you I enjoy Master. Your presence alone I bask in.”</strong>Slender fingers would lift to lazily twirl golden locks within, tilting her head as her almondesque eyes narrowed somewhat, pursing still plumped tiers.<strong> “ But I need more. It is time we continue our game. I must return to the good Doctor, and bring the Monster forth. I have already planted the seed within Banner, but it will fade unless I nurture it. Stark should be next. And they are but the beginning...”</strong>Slowly she would smile, the look divinely predatory, tossing her hair over a smooth shoulder.<strong> “ Unless you are not pleased with the path I am on?”</strong><br/><br/>