<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iadUOVR7kI/Tp3vXc3m6TI/AAAAAAAAKtI/z8COPht3zcY/s1600/Photos+of+Charlize+Theron.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> 7:30 PM EST<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Loki</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>His slight musky scent, the heat rolling from his skin, the pulsing of his cock within her eager mouth was all she knew. As ever, to give her Master pleasure was to gain it in herself. Her goal was to taste the explosion of his seed in her throat, and she had already begun in earnest this task she overly delighted in.<br/><br/>As she slid her maw up and down, her tongue swirling over his head, his growl caused a delicious thrum to roll through her body, causing her back to arch more, and a purr to vibrate around him enticingly. She was so intent on her purpose that when his fingers entwined within her golden mane she would at first moan in pleasure, sure he would soon be thrusting his hips to fuck her mouth. Yet instead he would yank her free from her duties, and he would be met with a growl of her own. Her eyes were glowing jade pools, her plumped lips curled just slightly into a snarl, and she would shudder and smile a most deliciously evil smile as he called her his slut.<strong> “ You say the sweetest things to me Master .. how can I refuse you?”</strong><br/><br/>And it seemed as if she would comply. At first her movements were slow, languid, beginning a sensuous crawl up his torso with her hands, her nails, her lips kissing his taut stomach. It would change so fast. With a wickedly delighted hiss she would move with the swiftness of a snake, slithering up to grasp his shoulders, shoving him back down hard amongst the furs. Still moving, a single hand would grasp tight his own dark hair, holding his head down as she clamored up to straddle his face, her slick nether lips hovering just over his mouth. Her free hand came up to grip a breast, rolling a tightened nipple within her fingers, perking the nub even more. Devious mirth crossed her features, rocking her hips oh so slightly against his lips, her knees at either side of his head, strong thighs gripping tight. Oh but she knew the game she was playing. She knew quite well that such actions of dominance against Loki could easily bring punishment. Wonderful, delicious, delightful punishment.<br/><br/>But she couldn't not continue as he had ordered. With a low throaty laugh she shifted again, rolling to lay herself across his torso. Her breasts at first would brush against his turgid shaft, her knees now to the sides of his head. She did not wait any longer, again falling upon his cock eagerly, sucking and bobbing her head as her silken locks curtained about his thighs.