II. I’m Yours.
As their lips entwined, their quickening heartbeat became one. Steve brought them both back down and onto the blanket. In time, they melted into the other’s arms — the place that they both called home. Large hands roamed their delicate figure, exploring the shape that he knew by heart. He mapped out every soft curve, every dip in their skin, and the grooves of bones until Loki’s breath became heavy with urgency and desperation. It brought their knees together in a feeble attempt at providing even the slightest friction. Lust took hold and rooted itself deep into the depths of their core. It set them ablaze, and by the Norns, their heart yearned for the sin that bound them. Knowingly, Steve feathered his lips away from theirs as a smirk threatened to break out across his face.
“I want you,” Loki panted and rested their foreheads together. The green of their eyes sought out the oceans within his, and Steve felt something in him rise at the sight of them; just begging to be taken.
“Show me, Princess,” ordered the blonde, his voice a mere murmur. Still, Loki’s hands could not move fast enough to obey.
Loki took the hem of their skirt and, slowly, worked it upwards to reveal the soft skin of flawless, milky thighs. Hungry blue eyes watched on, eclipsed by the growing carnal desire that only served to fuel the heat growing in his loins. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, as soon as the white silk of Loki’s panties finally unveiled. Oh, such a tease, Steve mused. The sight alone awoke something primal within, stoking the flames of impassioned lust. Roses adorned the scanty garment, a perfect match to the dress that he had gifted them. The aforementioned article of clothing was held together by a pair of red, silk bows. Wrapped up like a present just for their Valentine. And, oh, what a perfect sin. To see the smallest tent form over Loki’s button cock. And just below, a dark patch spread across the hidden treasure.
Steve leaned forward, moving betwixt long, ivory legs, and began to mark a trail of butterfly kisses up the cool skin of slender shins. He alternated between each side and took the time to ensure every inch of them was equally loved.
Loki sighed their pleasure, watching on with bated breath through the dark curl of long lashes. As Steve progressed higher, kisses gradually became playful nips and soft suckles.
“I can’t get enough of you, my beauty.”
A loving hand weaved through the other’s golden locks. Their juices leaked profusely from the clothed slit eagerly awaiting their partner. Silky skin sparkled with the shine of their wetness, soaking their inner thighs and the material of her panties. By then, they almost appeared to be translucent. A sight that could easily bring him to his knees if he wasn’t already. By god, they were just beautiful. Hell couldn’t have crafted a better sin even if it tried. As he journeyed higher, sweet nectar greeted his tastebuds. A resounding groan filled their ears like the symphony of the most melodious orchestra.
“God, fuck, you little slut,” he growled, “You’re so wet. You little fucking tease.”
Eyes wide and breath coming in rabbity pants, their legs parted further. No sooner than that did an eager blond find the flat of his tongue gliding across wet skin. Steve moaned at the taste of Loki’s arousal, just as they preened at the sheer sight of him. A deep blush dusted over angular features and the tops of Loki’s ears which was easily mirrored by the blonde himself. Norns — to watch him, to feel the prickle of his beard against the sensitive skin of their inner thighs… it was incredible beyond comprehension. In the meantime, large hands slid up and down their sides, making them squirm before they eventually rested atop the pretty bows holding their panties together. He lingered on the silky texture of them as he gingerly untied the garment. One swift pull and it blossomed open to reveal the puffy mound of smooth, shaven skin. Just above their slit sat the two silver beads of Loki’s Christina piercing. It was, by far, one of his favorite pieces of jewelry. Steve propped himself on his elbows with a shaky breath.
“Fuck,” Steve muttered. And, god, he wanted nothing more than to do just that: to maul them; to break them until they were no longer coherent and could only repeat his name. He wanted to watch his partner slowly unravel and become debauched in every sense of the word. The primal hunger in his gaze passed through them like lighting, prompting Loki’s loins to leak much more profusely, earning a small shudder from them, too. Just his gaze held such a strong power over them…
“There’s Daddy’s Princess. Look at you… so wet for me already. Tell me. Whose are you?”
Oh, that voice.
His tone.
It made their face flush and their heart race, quieting their mind as it demanded rapt, attentive listening. The way he took command never once failed to make them so instantly, helplessly, and achingly wet. Loki would do anything just to hear that same sonorous voice coo, “Good girl.”Suddenly, Loki became painfully aware of just how ragged their breathing was. It was almost as if the praise they craved was the very air they breathed.
“Yours…” Loki rasped. Terse and barely above a whisper, but sincere in every sense of the world. It held an even deeper meaning now. Loki was his through and through. And they would never want for more. Alas, Steve was far from convinced.
The blond gave a sudden, harsh smack to their sexes, scorching sensitive skin with a stinging sensation and earning a surprised yelp. Those slender legs shut upon impact but they’re quick to rectify this by offering themselves to the soldier once more. With raised hips, Loki keened. Their eyes locked, and it was there that Steve held them down in his gaze, looming over their willowy form. Stern and commanding.
“I’m sorry, what? Come on, Princess. I know you can do better than that. Use your words.”
Loki whimpered. A large, heavy hand cupped the mound of their sex, soothing the impacted area as it brushed all the right places. Though it was nowhere near enough friction. The god drew in a shaky breath whilst their sexes pulsed and twitched, tingling, as their mind fogged over with an insatiable desire to be ravished by the very man coaxing further submission.
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” Steve leant forward, his lips just barely grazing Loki’s reddened ear. His voice was a low purr, bordering a growl, rumbling deep within his chest. And, Norns, Loki could almost feel the bass of his voice in their own. Every trace of what little control they had slipped away. Loki melted like snow in the spring and in doing so, handed over every last bit of themself so wholly to Steve. Yet reminder of the power he held over them. Loki swallowed thickly. Steve’s hand shot out and fastened itself around Loki’s neck as though he could catch that small movement. His large hands scorched across their skin as it enveloped their neck. The pads of cautious fingers located the carotid grooves just beneath their jaw and he dug them into cool skin. Thrill rushed through Steve, heady and intoxicating.
“Say it.”
“Please!” Loki wailed, desperately raising slim hips as their needy, dripping core clenched useless around the prevalent nothingness occupying its channels. Their flushed cocklet twitched and drooled. A small bead of pre formed at its slit, only to trickle down in a viscous string onto the soiled pink silk. Vying for even the smallest sliver of attention. Of his touch. Both lovers were enraptured by dizzying lust, but continued their torturous game of anticipation nonetheless. Watching the trickster’s growing urgency alone brought a certain darkness to his eyes. Having this kind of control over his partner was intoxicating; Steve felt light-headed and invincible. It seemed to stir and satisfy something within him — something animalistic, something almost monstrous — to have such over his lover’s body, over the air they breathed and the blood that coursed beneath their skin.
When Loki failed to answer accordingly, the Captain delivered several more harsh blows against warming skin. Loki screamed, wincing and jolting with each burning smack, though chased his hand all the same. At the same time, Steve chased the sound, trailing up Loki’s throat until he cupped their jaw, brutal and demanding, until all Loki could manage were the slightest of whimpers. Steve momentarily eased his grip just to allow them the chance to speak.
“Answer me!” Boomed his voice. “Whose are you?”
“O-oh… oh, FUCK!” Sobbed the raven haired beauty. Steve felt the vibrations all along his palm. He tightened his grasp further still, almost to the point he nearly was able to close the gap between the tips of his fingers. Loki let put a choked noise though showed no real indication (or want) for him to stop. Inwardly, they longed to bear the unmistakable stain of handprints on perfect ivory skin. A mark — proof — to commemorate their depravity.
Once more, allowed them the chance to speak, releasing the tension in his hand. Loki drew in a sharp intake of breath while they could, only to proclaim his ownership.
“Yours! Yours… Norns… Daddy, I’m all yours! I belong to you. Touch me. Please!” Loki beseeched, their voice heavy with want and urgency. His, he thought to himself, and a flurry of emotions hit him all at once. The man hungrily lapped up the sight of their lover — so debauched and oh-so full of lust addled desire.
“Good girl.”
Satisfied, Steve lowered his rapacious gaze down to their sexes. They were so smooth and bright colored. The parting of their slit made the smallest kiss at the air. The folded petals of their flower burst, blooming by the gentle caress of the golden sun. Their core glistened with arousal. And Steve needn’t any further incentive. He leaned down, one had reaching down to palm at the wet spot that darkened the cloth of his pants. Thick fingers hovered over their sex before finally landing on the hairless mound. With a featherlight touch, he traced along their glistening path. Loki hissed in anticipation. Beneath him, the raven’s body shuddered.
With delicate caressing, he eclipsed their clitoris at the tip of a finger. A deep breath in, and he let his finger fall down to tease the division, a mere slit that begged for his undivided attention. He moved his kisses down their stomach and up to the base of their cocklet. Loki’s breath hitched and no sooner than that, a needy whine pierced the air, bouncing off every last corner of Steve’s mind, no doubt to be stored for later dreams. Plump lips pressed into theirs below.
At the same time, Loki’s hands fumbled with the button of his pants and plucked it clean off. They ripped his fly open and, with the soles of their feet, kicked his pants down around his knees. His thick, meaty shaft bounced out and bobbed in the air, hitting the bare skin of their thighs. Steve took his own length and kneaded it in his closed fist. The man gave a brief sigh of relief at the much needed friction. Precum ran along the gaps of clenched fingers. But Steve ceased his ministrations and lifted the goddess ever so slightly. Deft fingers plucked the back of their dress open. And, with that, he divested the offending garment from their nubile body, leaving nothing else between them. Steve shamelessly drank in the sight of their naked body as though a piece of art, a curiosity made purely for Steve’s own study. From the way Loki threw their head back and squirmed, to the pale, bruising pillar of their neck… they were beautiful; a marvel to behold. Lower, still, dark curls draped lazily over sharp clavicles and the dip in their skin where they say. Steve couldn’t help but trace them with his eyes, eventually raking the valley of the swell of flesh, both of which were capped with pierced, rosy buds. Already swollen without Steve having so much as touched them.
And he can sit here and ponder all the delicious ways he could capture their beauty in his sketches, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. Steve’s cheeks flushed scarlet red as he kissed along their slit. Loki gasped and squirmed, the man’s beard prickling against the sensitive skin of inner thighs and their core. He flicked the flat of his tongue just far enough out to lap at the nectar coating soft petals and up the base of their flushed cock. They made a dismissible whine and then whispered yet another soft plea. Bony fingers combed through blond locks only to lock in place and push the man down. Steve met their glossy gaze with a stern glare, but otherwise indulged them by continuing to worship his beloved. He took another lick, then another. Finally, Steve yielded to his lust and joyfully began to devour them. He enwreathed Loki’s hardened bud of a cock into the warmth of his mouth, suckling. The body below him sang their pleasure, their heaving chest raising as their back arched high up off the soft cloth between themselves and the ground. Before Loki accidentally tore his hair out, the raven’s hands migrated and gripped the picnic blanket in balled fists.
And then came an unrelenting onslaught of stimuli. Steve locked strapping arms around their thighs and hoisted them over his face in one swift movement. Just like that, the trickster sat above him. They leant back and rested their weight on their palms and the tips of their toes.
“A-ahh!! Steve!! Daddy! Yes!!” Loki cried in tremulous moans. Each ragged breath dripped with Loki’s fervent yearning. And, oh, how they loved this man — never once quailing from the intensity of Steve’s focus and devotion. Loki needed more; their lust an insatiable hunger that, with each passing second, only spurred them on to demand more. Slim hips began to gyrate against the man’s tongue, intercepting its path to ensure Steve is right where they wanted. The blond purred his appreciation. Naturally, he complied, and latched on to the engorged little cock before him. His head bobbed rhythmically along their length. With hollowed cheeks, the man made careful sure to cup and caress their cock with every dip and drag of his head.
“So good! S-so good…” the god mewled, closing their eyes to revel in the heat of his mouth.
Encouraged and eager to coax Loki to sing the song of their pleasure, Steve pulled off with a pop only to slurp and tongued the minuscule entrance, the groove of their clit, and the twitching ‘length’. All the while, he furiously pumped his own swollen, leaking rod. He could feel himself pulsing in his hand, aching with ardent desire. Still, he opted to concentrate his efforts on lavishing his partner, giving them a combination of broad swipes along their petals as well as focused flicks over their clit. The tip of his tongue danced over the swollen bundle of nerves, coaxing it from its place beneath its hood. And once exposed, Steve latched on, the wet heat of his mouth suckling hard on the organ.
“A-ahhh! Daddy! Norns!” Loki wailed. They threw their head back and gritted their teeth, though failed to prevent the babbling mess that they were quickly reduced to. Knots tightened in their loins, ready to snap at any given moment. Knowingly, Steve stopped to catch his teeth on the ring of their fourchette and gave the metal a playful tug. One of his hands found her weighty breast to knead. And then he resumed his onslaught on his lover’s core. Wet noises filled the air between them.
In mere seconds, Loki’s body to began to tremble. Their nubile frame quaked more intensely as time passed. Sparks ran through their core, washing over their body, and to the tips of their fingers and toes. The last of which curled and dug into the soft earth. Every part of them began to vibrate and hum with electricity. The muscle of Steve’s tongue was unrelenting; weaving through their folds in various patterns as he pulled every trick out of the bag. Loki felt the rise in the pit of their very being, letting out a small, weakened cry before proclaiming, “I’m gonna cum!!”
And, with that, he tore himself from the delight of their sweetness and promptly lifted them off his face. Loki was set back down on the silk material separating them from the soft lea. Whatever rise to their climax there was quickly subsided and Loki was left laying supine, glaring daggers at the blonde as they respired heavily.
A smirk pulled at the corner of Steve’s lips and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Oh, they were just too cute. Steve leaned forward and captured their lips once more. Only this time, Loki swiped their tongue over him and chased the taste of their arousal in the heat of his mouth. Steve matched the intensity of his lover. And, all the while, he wiped away at his damp, matted beard. Futile, really, as Loki’s juices drenched it entirely. Onto more important matters, Steve pulls away from them. And Loki makes an attempt to follow. When they failed to catch him a second time, they bit his bottom lip as recompense. The bearded man growled and dove down to their neck. He took pulse point between his teeth, which immediately rendered Loki compliant. They gasped, though immediately followed it up with a pleased smirk. His hot breath against them was maddening. But, oh, they loved how domineering he could get. And the way he played right into their hands…
“Tell me what you want, Princess." Steve positioned himself betwixt their legs. His rigid length towered over them and cast a large, ominous shadow over the smooth plains of their stomach.
Loki bit their lip, once more a licentious need taking hold. “You!”
“Yeah?” He prompted, voice low and lecherous in their ear.
Loki fought everything in them not to whine over his intonation alone. “Yes!”
“Beg.” With a step forward, he used his right hand to grip his cock and carried it down to their shining slit. It was a colossal contrast to see his manhood imposing before the gate of their blushing rose. The tip of his cock landed on soft flesh. His hips, outlined with a steep ‘V’, idly rolled along as it traced and parted outer petals. Steve fought everything in him to keep from driving himself right in, impatiently awaiting the order.
“Mmmff! Fuck - daddy! Please, Norns, fill me up! Make love to me. Fuck me!”
And, by god, he loved them. Their needy, writhing self, desperately yearning for him, his passion, and all he had to give. All of them was his for the taking. He set his palms on either sides of their lover and arched over them. His arms caged the other in as his member pressed against their entrance. Far too easily did this earn him a small whimper. Loki allowed dark brows to knit and crease their forehead. And finally, the moment they’ve all been waiting for, Steve leant forward to indulge and fulfill their needs.
Looking down at where their bodies met, Loki’s bare chest heaved in anticipation for Steve’s breach. His manhood was large and imposing, nearly threatening as it stood in contrast to their small slit. Every time felt like the first. Even so, they wanted nothing more than to feel him filling and stretching the very core of their being, to have their bodies entangled, and to feel the way their souls radiated fervid passion.
“Deep breath.”
The pressure surmounting against their entrance intensified tenfold. Until, finally, raven’s body reached its limit of compression against the blunted tip of his cock.
“OH-!” Suddenly, the pair cried out in unison. Strings of obscenities in varying tongues filled the air as the tight ring of Loki’s entrance finally gave way. And, by the Gods, he felt even bigger stuffed into them. His manhood bulged beneath the smooth skin of their stomach to which Loki placed a hand upon and pressed down to massage the skin. Every push and pull was distinctly visible under pale flesh.
“Fuck, Lo…” A silent murmur blew hot against alabaster skin, exiting his lips like prayer followed by the deep and unmistakeable rumble of a growl. The first few inches sank into the heat of Loki’s tunnels with a wet squelch, thus forcing the trickster to blush at such an obscene noise. But this embarrassment was short lived and easily forgotten.
Their chest hitched with every shaky breath; reduced to a mere breathless, writhing mess. Their body trembled uncontrollably at the overwhelming sensation of finally being filled by that monstrous girth.
Blue orbs met the emeralds of Loki’s eyes and the pair held their lustful gaze. Through it all, their eyes held the purest love. Steve’s girth stretched slick, velvety walls as he plunged ever deeper. The Asgardian’s inamorato delicately began the slow and tender process of carving a space for himself within their depths.
Slowly but surely, their body yielded to his efforts. The very second Steve felt their channels ready, his hips savagely welded into theirs. His very tip collided violently into their g-spot, evoking a raw, quivering cry of lascivious need, of lust as ripe as a fruit gushing with its own nectar. Ripples of pleasure ignited every last nerve ending. Steve’s chest rumbled with his own groans, the sound alone deep enough that Loki could feel the bass in their chest.
“Gods… fuck me!”
His efforts increased tenfold. Just like that, his thrusting became violent; rocking into their body like a man possessed, forcing a moan to tumble from their lips with each merciless thrust. The power of his movement sent them bouncing and lurching forward as he drove himself into the depths of their pliant body. Slender legs threw themselves around his waist. Their heels dug into the ample meat of Steve’s (America’s) bovine ass. Loki could do little more than to grip onto him for dear life and cry out in pleasure as Steve ravaged them.
Even so, the larger of the pair found the time to smile lovingly down at their partner. What little distance between them desisted and he caught their lips in a heated scramble for further intimacy. Rough as he was, he romanced them. Passionate and as loving as ever, his tongue invaded their mouth and entangled with his lover’s. He swallowed each cry and moan they emitted until the need for air took hold. Still, neither of them dared break their lip-lock as if they feared they’d part forever. In the end, the pair weaned off each other’s lips and pulled away with a gasp. With milky thighs gracing his hips, he rested their foreheads together whilst the couple caught their breath.
In their ear, the sound of Steve’s primitive groans urged them to thrust slim hips up into his, their entangled bodies colliding halfway. Their frenzied efforts combined rocked the brunette forward and only further impaled them on the thick, meaty rod. Their greedy, clenching cunt rippled in spasms around his girth.
“Fuck! Daddy!” Black nails dug into the skin of his shoulder blades, raking along pallid flesh. And in their wake, giant welts formed, tinting his skin a beautiful rosy color. Marked by his lover. Evidence of carnal sin and ardent desire. The blond couldn’t resist leaving his own mark, wanting nothing more than to claim Loki and leave their lovemaking no secret. Plump lips find the skin of their neck. Soon, it would be littered with deep bruises and the markings of his teeth.
Deep, guttural growls rumbled from the depths of Steve’s chest. And as he expected, his lover bit back a gasping mewl. Burly arms caged them right into his form once more, which radiated a dizzying heat that drove Loki absolutely wild.
“Oh, baby, look at you…” Suddenly, a powerful thrust sent sharp waves of both pain and pleasure coursing through Loki’s body, forcing a small squeak past kiss-swollen lips. It made their walls flutter around him, relishing the primal way Steve took what was his.
“… always taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well.”
Verdant orbs narrowed into slits and the raven locked their eyes into Steve’s.
“Is that all you’ve got?” Loki challenged.
“Oh, you want more? I’ll give you more, you filthy fucking slut,” One of Steve’s hands clasped around their neck once more. He felt himself bottom out inside them. A sudden jolt of pain shot through their body as his thick, swollen head kissed the entrance to their womb mercilessly. Their whole body twitched and shuddered with every painful thrust. He poured every ounce of aggression and frustration into them, feeling her cervix, making sure that his cock pounded into it. He took hold of both their legs and threw them over his shoulders. Loki obliged and hooked themselves around him. This way, he reached painful depths, relentlessly striking the bruising wall of their cervix. But, oh, they wanted this. They needed this. Just… him, and the way pleasure and pain clashed and blurred together until Loki could no longer tell which was which. The walls of their core felt as though it had melted a lifetime ago; hot, wet, and well used. A temple.
His temple.
“All for you…” Loki managed through breathless moans, the walls of their pussy squeezing convulsively.
His face turned viscous. Those words alone were all it took to unleash the beast within. He hammered away into her pitilessly as the heavy sac of semen-laden balls kissed the tight rings of their puckered entrance. Soon, his erratic pounding pushed them both off the blanket entirely. Steve ground her into the damp grass and they cried, his name becoming a mantra on their lips.
“Steve! Steve! Steve!!” Loki howled.
They threw their head back as their features contorted with enraptured by overwhelming pleasure. Once again, the knots in their stomach tightened. Their subsequent sobs rocking their body as he pumped in and out of her, angling each thrust harder than the last. Precum leaked from his cock, mixing with their juices, frothing on his cock as he pistoned in and out of them. Steve held them still as she rocked forward, though his efforts were short lived as they both inched forward. Their cries and swears only made him more determined to fuck them straight into their climax. With every unforgiving shove into them, Steve made it a point to target their sweet spot only to pull out entirely and allow their gaping hole wink shut behind him. Tight tunnels seemed to only grip and cling to him tighter upon re-entry. In the heat of their passion, somewhere amidst growing urgency and a tangle of limbs, lips, tongue, and gnashing teeth, it was near impossible to distinguish where one started and the other began.
He took their neglected, bouncing cock in hand and began pumping away at the poor throbbing thing. His thrusts grew erratic — uneven, sloppy — with each one more violent and determined than the last. Above them, his eyes had become blind, but his hips continued to work them as though possessed until the seductive call of their slippery passage became unbearable. Thick, pearlescent flood of his seed came, angry and fierce as his hot desire to claim and own them. Loki gasped as the quick, hot, and pulsing jets of cum splattered against their depths.
Delicate pink lips parted in a wordless ‘O.’
As does the calm before the storm, Loki suddenly stilled and fell silent. Their body began to vibrate and hum with electricity, as a fiery heat enveloped their core and pulsed through their stomach, chest and thighs. And as Loki seized, finally, their peak crescendoed into a violent release of tension. Pleasure shot through their spine, the kind that left them feeling as though thousands of effervescent bubbles glided and exploded across their skin. Torrents of cum erupted from their cock and core simultaneously, painting an artfully toned chest and abdomen white with their own ejaculate only to wash it away with slick. Loki was left screaming as bolts of electricity blissfully surged through their body, scorching every last nerve ending in heights of pleasure that rendered them a sobbing wreck.
“Fuck!” Steve grunted and buried himself deep inside of them. He held himself there, relishing the feeling of their walls protesting against his girth, twitching and spasming around his aching cock, practically milking him for every last drop he had to give.
As their orgasm continued to rip through them, their cervix dilated and greedily drank of up their partner’s cum. He emptied his balls inside them. He let out one great moan, his weight nearly crushing them as he held himself in place.
Their eyes were rolled right to the back of their head, lips hanging open, completely gone.
Steve took his time to admire from above, a smirk curling the corner of plump lips over the product of his handiwork. Their lithe body was coated with a sheen of sweat. Their chest rose and fell rapidly as they made an attempt to catch their breath. Even now, Loki twitched and trembled as their muscles contracted visibly as the last waves of their orgasm washed over them. Steve took his time to lavish heated skin with sporadic kisses. Loki smiled softly.
Steve’s breathlessness quickly subsided. And, slowly, he withdrew. The excess of his release trailed after him and pooled into the puddle they’ve amassed. “And a Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my love…” Steve said with evident amusement woven into his intonation.
Loki couldn’t help but giggle. “Tis. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”