Waking up...
Chapter 3: Waking up...
Rayla woke up in a sweat, chained to the floor in a solid steel room with no windows and one large door. It was near pitch black.
“Wha-” She gasped, fingers grasping as the chain around her ankle. Her head was pounding, and her hand flew to her face as she was struggling to recall how she got in this cell.
“Hello Agent Rayla.” Loki growled, suddenly towering over her. Rayla backed herself into the corner of the tiny cell, clearly afraid of the being before her.
“Who are you? Why am I here? Why-” He silenced her by placing a finger over his lips, and bending down to her level.
“I am Loki, of Asgard. And you my dear, are going to help me take what I want.” His face was full of malicious intent, a slight smirk growing over his face as he bent closer towards her. Rayla knew instantly that this man… God… Wasn’t someone to mess with. But she knew that she was beneficial to his plan, that’s why he hadn’t already killed her.
“And why would I do that?” She questioned, standing up to rise above him. However that was soon counteracted, and she was left feeling more vulnerable than before, his large body blocking her movement. He sniggered, peering down at the ground before switching emotions almost immediately. His hand flew to her neck, squeezing gently. Not hard enough to cause any damage to begin with, but just enough to assert authority.
“Mortal.” He spat aggressively, his grip tightening around Rayla’s throat. “You dare question me? You think this is a game?” His voice was slathered with annoyance, his eyes swarming with deathly intent. His grip tightened further, causing her to gasp for air and attempt to peel his fingers away from her, only making him squeeze harder. Her panic seemed to satisfy him, his expression becoming more gentle and soft. “You will obey me because you have to. Because if you don’t…” He brought his other hand to her face, brushing away a strand of hair from her face. “I will make my brother…Your-…Lover… Kill you. Slowly. Intimately. In every way he knows you fear. And I will keep him alive just long enough for him to see his good work, and when he screams I’ll split his skull.” He let’s go of Rayla suddenly, watching her drop to the floor. “Do you understand? Agent Rayla?” He stated in a mocking tone, peering down at her body in a pile on the cold floor.
“Yes.” She muttered, tears streaming down her face as she clutched at the mark around her throat.
Loki spun around swiftly, dusting off his jacket before slamming the cell door behind himself.
He smirked, before making his way over to Selvig and the sceptre.
“She’s more powerful than the others… The spell must have worn off.” Selvig said blankly, blue energy swirling in his eyes, no thoughts behind them.
“Yes that’s apparent.” He grabs the sceptre in his hand, playing with it in his hands. “It will just make this more fun…” Loki muttered, a smirk playing with the corners of his mouth.
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Rayla had fallen asleep on the cold floor, her knees curled up to her head as she shivered lightly. All of a sudden a soldier stood in the doorway, the blue energy writhing around his eyes, same as Dr. Selvig’s.
“Loki requests your presence in his chambers.” He stood looking down upon her intently, waiting for her to rise to her feet but she didn’t. He grabbed her arm forcefully, dragging her to her feet before she shook his arm away.
He walked her to a large door, before racking his knuckles against it and walking away, leaving her stood before the large door. Her heart pounding with fear.
All of a sudden the door swung open. Loki stood in the door, scanning her body with his eyes. After he inspected her, Loki moved to let her in, making sure to lock the door behind them. It was a large room. Bright white carpet and dim lighting, curtains drawn almost fully, light flooding in through gaps in the window. An oversized bed was perched in the centre, with a large, green headboard -same shade as that on his leather. Her attention was pulled away as he placed his thumb on her chin, forcing her head towards him.
Although she hadn’t noticed it before, his eyes were rather beautiful, glistening in the streaks of light that escaped from the curtains. She gulped, unsure of how to react to his actions.
“Why did you bring me here?” Rayla whispered tentatively, unaware of what his reaction would be like. He dropped his head so that it was inline with her ear, before whispering gently.
“I think you know why I brought you here Rayla.”
His breath was warm against her skin, and sent shivers down her spine. However she was unsure about whether they were shivers of pleasure or fear.
He adjusted himself before planting soft kisses on her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck hurriedly, savouring the sensation.
Rayla suddenly pushed him away, realising what he was doing.
“Why. Why me? You know I’m with Thor?” She protested, backing away from him, fear building up in her eyes. Loki looked at her warningly, moving towards her like a predator.
“Thor… Thor is a brainless beast.” He spat angrily still moving closer towards her. He chuckled lightly. “Of course… That… Brute. Would get attention from women like you.” He had her pinned against the wall now, his hands on either side of her head, his lips just inches away from hers. “You can comply…” He looked up, making eye contact with her. “Or we can do this the hard way. The way that is a lot more painful for you…” He brings a dagger out from his pocket, bringing it up to her throat. “But really makes things more enjoyable on my part…” He grinned mischievously, the feeling of having total power and control being intoxicating. Rayla gulped, the cold blade against her skin sending shivers through her body.
He leaned in once more, his tongue tracing shapes on her neck. His lips caressing her cheekbones. She refused to admit to herself that his touch was pleasureful, but could not deny the beating of her heart in her chest, and the involuntary, gentle moans escaping from the depths of her body.
“You’re tense.” Loki stated. “But your mouth betrays you.” His fingertips dragged along her stomach, the heat between her legs slowly building up. Her breathing quickened, head falling back against the wall as his fingers slowly edged closer towards her sensitive -and now throbbing- area between her thighs.
“Loki, I-” She tried to form words but they came out like a jumbled mess, soft moans shadowing syllables.
“Has Thor ever made you quake at his touch?” His expression was more sinister now as his fingers found her panties. Loki’s piercing eyes stared straight into hers, savouring every expression on her face, every movement and sound that she created. He paused momentarily, anticipating an answer.
Rayla shook her head and managed to form a ‘no’, before grinding herself onto his fingers, desperate for his touch.
Loki lifted his hand away and placed it on her waist instead. Seeing her pained expressions only made him desire her more. Her body, her mind, he wanted it all to be his. He wanted to own her.
He lifted her up by the waist and threw her onto the bed with vigour, a low growl in is voice as he spoke gently into her ear.
“I will make you feel things that no man. Even Thor. Will ever be able to replicate.”
His words made her underwear even wetter than they already were. She forced her legs closed beneath him, struggling to conceal her arousal. He hummed disapprovingly before smashing his lips against hers and forcing access to her mouth with his tongue. The kiss was just as impactful as before, except more vigorous and passionate, his hand grasping at her hair as he pulled her closer towards him, savouring the feeling of her body arching into his.
His hand slid up her thighs, parting them forcefully and grabbing at whatever they could touch.
He kissed down her neck and cleavage, right hand grabbing a breast, and the left squeezing her thigh.
He sucked at the inside of her thighs, his fingers making rings that got ever so closer to that sensitive spot at each movement. Her legs shook with anticipation. He brung her underwear down over her ankles with her skirt, savouring each and every twitch and squirm that Rayla made beneath him, feeling her anticipation and vulnerability made his lust grow stronger, and his member get harder through his leather trousers. He loved being in control. Seeing the fear in peoples eyes as he held them at the point of a blade, or Rayla’s desperation for something only he could give her… She was completely defenceless… He could tease her to no end. Cut her to a million pieces. Make her do anything that he desired… Just because she he was more powerful. Just because with the flick of his wrist he could kill her.
And yet… All he really wanted to do was touch her. Feel the warmth of her body, and the caress of her lips on his.
Was this?-Love?… No. He dismissed the thought before it even came to mind. He was a god. He would not fall victim to the indecencies of emotion.
His expression became more sinister as he ruthlessly shoved his fingers inside of her, feeling her walls clamp around him and pulsate as he brought his fingers fully out and back in again, listening intently for her moans and gasps as she got used to the feeling of his hands pleasuring her. She shuddered as he dug inside of her, back arching into him as she bucked her hips in time.
He felt her coming to her climax. Something inside wanted him to let her have it. Let her ride his hand to her orgasm. But he quickly withdrew his fingers, leaving her shaking and breathless, practically begging for him to be inside of her.
Fuck. Loki thought as he tore off his trousers, his hardened member jumping upwards immediately after being freed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him viciously, massaging her clit with his tip.
“Please Loki…” Rayla pleaded, gaping at his god-like size. “Please be gentle I-”
Before she could finish, Loki thrust himself fully inside of her, growling deeply as brought himself fully out, before smashing his hips back into her forcefully once more. She screamed loudly, not expecting the pain that followed. Loki didn’t give her time to adjust to his size, he kept thrusting relentlessly into her, placing a hand over her mouth to muffle the noise.
“You get what you begged for.” He stated, smirking slightly at her shock.
After the initial pain subsided, Rayla found herself bucking her hips into him and matching his rhythm, moaning his name loudly, nails digging into his skin as he pounded into her.
Loki’s thrusts sped up as he felt himself coming to the edge, and Rayla gasped louder, shuddering as she hit her peak, walls clamping around his pulsating member.
That was it. The feeling of her orgasm pushed him over the edge and he released his seed inside of her, grunting as he clutched her thighs.
He pulled out suddenly, walking over to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.
Rayla lay on the bed motionless, shocked and aching from their encounter.
Had she just betrayed Thor? Had she just betrayed…The avengers? What would happen now. She hadn’t actually refused anything. And now Loki, of Asgard, had fucked her like a god -which he was- and then left straight after? Rayla’s head was racing with thoughts, but as soon as she lowered her head back to the mattress, she fell asleep, exhausted from their meet-up.