<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdoycmEgTE1rkxzx5o1_500.gif)</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/><hr/><br/>Her crescendo tore his breath away; her fierce, bucking passion was enough to drive any man mad. For a brief eternity he was lost in the waves of pleasure their joined flesh created. Loki let himself need her because he already had her – in mind and body, if not soul. As she fell back, his hands slammed into the furs on either side of Amora's perfect face, pinning her golden hair to the bed. He held her there until her pulse slowed, until the fire in his eyes faded, until their ragged breathing returned to normal. His cock softened at last and they parted, but still he could not resist the warmth of her skin. Rolling to one side, the god held his goddess close until time blurred. Yet there was never time enough.<br/><br/>“Loathe as I am to say it, my beauty, you must return to your mortal playthings. And I to mine.” Loki's outstretched hand sank into the furs and raked across them. “That blade I have given you will act as a focus for any spell you like. You may draw upon the power of the tesseract – with care, mind you – to torment our enemies or to open a portal to this place, our sanctuary, if you are in need of... respite.” He nipped her bare shoulder with something akin to playful affection.<br/><br/>“I must pay our new friends at S.H.I.E.L.D. a visit and then see which animal is caught in my trap on Stark's doorstep. You have a monster to make, don't you, darling?”