<div class="floatleft">(http://www.horror-asylum.com/news/pics/charlize-theron---stunning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Name:</strong> Amora Incantare<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Enchantress<br/><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, near Stark Tower<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As soon as she has walked out of the tower, as soon as the shell of Leena bled from her and she allowed her true self to come to the fore, she felt him. Like hot velvet upon bare flesh she felt his presence, even if she could not readily spot in him the sea of pathetic humanity surrounding her. A long breath was gathered in as the anticipation rose causing every nerve in her needful body to come to life.<br/><br/>Steps slowly carrying her through the throng, and his murmur swept through her mind. …....<em>Beauty... power... perfection... how I've missed you...</em>A shudder would follow, plump lips parted to slide her tongue along the lowermost tier. She would not waste her effort looking around for the God of Mischief, for she knew he would come to her. She could practically feel his hands upon her, mere moments before he would sweep up behind her, and urge her into the nearby alley.<br/><br/>She could not stop the moan that escaped her as his body pressed onto hers, tilting her head into his whisper of her name into her ear. Her hands were lifting already, fingers entwining within his dark hair as his fathomless gaze bore into her own. Then his lips were devouring her own, and she would return the kiss with a deep hunger, digits tightening in his locks. Her back would arch, pressing herself tighter against him, a deep purred laugh of satisfaction when he pulled his lips away long enough to inquire upon her activities in his absence.<br/><br/>With her strong fingers gripping his hair she would yank his head back, baring his throat for her lips, her tongue, her teeth that would taste his flesh, her mirth rolling across his neck before she released her grip, easing her hands over his strong shoulders, lifting her piercing gaze to his own.<br/><br/><strong> “ But of course my Master. Seeds have been sown within the Monster, 'tis only a matter of time. I have only begun, there is so much more to do. But I refuse to continue, until I have been rewarded for my efforts.” </strong>A coy curl of her lips, a sly glint in her eyes, yet even for all her coquettish manners, there would be a true urgency. She would not voice it, for Loki was not hers to demand from, nor question is movements. He was the Master, and his end goal was her own. But Amora was not one to be trifled with. It had been she that came to Earth of her own volition to begin this second campaign against the Avengers, and she would remind him of this whenever she deemed it fit.<br/><br/><br/>