<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zeihk4.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Maria Hill<br/><strong>Title:</strong> Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Armoury<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:43 PM EST(nearly two hours after Tony's departure)<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><br/>Maria was flush in a way that made her blood boil. She was intoxicated with arousal, and anger. Those were the key ingredients to a cocktail of hormonal power that made her stronger. However, she felt weaker than she had just moments before. She was intensely more tough than she looked. Maria was stronger than she knew that she was. She wriggled to her side as best as she could.<br/><br/>Still, Loki just had a rag doll in his hands, and nothing she did could change her position. Losing had never been this blunt before. 'He could rip me apart if he wanted to'.<br/><br/>Her cheek shifted, and her jaw bone popped under his dominant hand. Stumbling over the table, she nearly flipped from the follow through of the blow.<em>'it's so good,'</em>she thought without control. The cold armoury table felt like it was burning her skin, she whimpered when she tried to breathe. She offered him a subconscious open mouth when he kissed her while her hands tried to push him away. Her eyelids shut upon his powerful gaze. It was a vile look on his face. Seeing him nearly made her scream. She was able to contain that, somehow.<br/><br/>Welcoming the lack of oxygen, she felt elated as he choked her. His rhinestone body ground against her open thighs. Maria could feel the bruise on her head more easily as it turned into a head ache.<br/><br/>Her clothing ripped like a handkerchief,<strong>"fuck!"</strong>Maria coiled in pain and squirmed away. Her busy muscles were pumping hard in the emergency. It felt like a rock had fallen on top of her, holding her to the ground, a careless wanderer in a dangerous cave. She tried to put her knee in-between them and twist her hips. She slammed her fist against his elbow. She tried to put her thighs together.<br/><br/>Shamelessly shameful sex, wet, against cold leather, surely more frigid than the ice in the room. Maria was shocked. Her throat-muffled scream escaped her chest. The chill was a bolt of energy that drilled it's way hard through her bosom and into her heart.<strong>"No."</strong>She moaned. The hopeless girl had to choke her words out through a tenacious tongue,<strong>"get your sick fucking hands off of me."</strong>Maria was in a vacant adherence to his righteous command.<br/><br/>'I was so wrong.' Loki was beyond her comprehension. He was an absurdity. Her body had never felt like this before. As his body applied pressure, Maria pulled away, she convulsed in an attempt to jar his hand loose of her throat. She tried to shout, but her wind-pipe was closed. A whispering purr escaped her lips that ended with a moan she couldn't contain. 'He's a sick one. A beast. His style was maniacal.' His eyes were fearsome. Maria continued to look up, or left, or down, or forward. His push was persistent, the stone curve of his knee forced her to grunt, and grind. Her hips just started to move. Conflicted she tried to stop them. She hated him. But, she was about to give in.<br/><br/>Growing scared of his tight grip. she forced out four words with a sound similar to creaking floorboards,<strong>"don't kill me... please."</strong>She was bursting fizz from the shattered cork of a champagne bottle. Sex had not graced her in any form. Life was violent. 'this is good.' It made sense. Maria moaned again with a deep purr, and then two more words came out,<strong>"stop... choking"</strong>She had enough will to hold her own among humans. This was a violent new experience that would likely never be forgotten. 'get fucked by a god.'<br/><br/>It was starting to sound incredibly appealing. Her body was disobeying her. Her mind was going turn-coat. Her emotions had vanished. Her pale skin had turned pink. Her disciplined appearance travelled all the way through, to her bones. Maria's muscles were wired tight to every corner of every joint, she was clean, viscously attractive and... 'obsessively well maintained.' Then all at once, her muscles retracted, her body softened as much as it could, her eyes looked thirsty, her lips parted and her teeth seemed to close together tighter. She stared at Loki in the eyes. A tiny fake smile cornered her mouth.