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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 20:27:44 GMT -5
"Hasn't this world had enough of gods?" he asked, his mouth very near hers now. "Haven't you, when you could have me instead...?"
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Post by Teja on May 30, 2015 20:31:20 GMT -5
She didn't want to have this conversation.
"You still haven't said, what you are," she murmured.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 20:37:10 GMT -5
"I thought I was your king," he said, voice hoarse and low now. "A god cannot touch you, a god cannot hear you, but I can. I can be your master-"
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Post by Teja on May 30, 2015 20:40:31 GMT -5
She rubbed her knee against the outer edge of his thigh, arching underneath him, although he wasn't touching her closely enough for it to make any difference. Her hands were sliding through his hair and down over his shoulders.
"Then master me."
This was a lot better a second time around - at least, so far. She was glad she hadn't asked him to stop-
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 20:45:35 GMT -5
Loki grabbed her wrists and pinned them back with one hand, kissing her collarbone now, but with pressure and teeth and his free hand gripping the curve of her hip enough for his thumb to bruise her hipbone.
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Post by Teja on May 30, 2015 20:47:43 GMT -5
She most definitely felt pain, but not just pain. Both resonated in her voice when she cried out.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 20:50:44 GMT -5
"Is that what you want?"
His voice wasn't awkward and supplicating anymore; it was rough and demanding.
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Post by Teja on May 30, 2015 20:55:06 GMT -5
In truth, she wanted more.
"Hurt me-" she gasped, and flushed the moment the words left her lips. It was - well, bluntly put. She wasn't certain how well he'd take it. Suddenly she was distressed that this was a game of some sort, and he was still going to be uncomfortable when things continued.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 21:01:15 GMT -5
He leaned back a little, with nothing to show for his apprehension and confusion but a small furrowing of the brows.
"A little louder, darling, I don't know if I caught that."
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Post by Teja on May 30, 2015 21:09:23 GMT -5
Now he was making her repeat herself. She wasn't even sure if she could. When she opened her mouth to speak again, the words stuck in her throat.
"I... I want you to hurt me," she said, more clearly and more carefully. But raising her voice just became throaty pleading. She realized as she was saying it though that the shame was subsiding; it wasn't mortifying anymore, it might actually have been sort of freeing. The world, after all, was not collapsing down around her ears. "While we're... I really want you to be my master."
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 21:13:08 GMT -5
He hesitated, and then nodded, weighing this in his mind.
"Tell me how."
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Post by Teja on May 30, 2015 21:14:27 GMT -5
Now she faltered.
"I - I don't know. We talked earlier-"
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 30, 2015 21:19:06 GMT -5
"Hold still, then. I'll improvise..."
He tightened his grip on her wrists and bent them sharply back while leaning down to press his mouth to her throat, scraping along the line of it with his teeth.
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Post by Teja on May 31, 2015 3:05:45 GMT -5
She shivered at that.
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Post by Loki Odinsson on May 31, 2015 13:44:11 GMT -5
"Good, darling, good..."
He moved upward again to kiss her harshly while blindly securing her hands back with his scarf.
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