I know I said it was going to be in 2 parts, but I had to make it 3. I apologise for this is a short chapter. Part 3 will be up soon.
Mary, are you seeing this? Or did I walk into some weird porn flick? Agent Maria Hill rushed over to the monitors on the security console to see what Natasha was talking about. There was a man and a woman doing it doggystyle in the prison cell. The man was really ramming the woman hard, the woman, Maria recognised, gasps and looks back up at her colleague, smiling. “I don’t know. But, I want in.” She then turns around and walks away.
Loki being dominated. Warning: may contain traces of smutz.
“I know you’re watching me, intently, agent Salazar.” Loki spoke finally, his mellifluous voice echoing through the audio system in the S.H.I.E.L.D holding area. Mira was, in fact studying this beautiful specimen kept behind glass, for over an hour, contemplating what she could do to him, now that he was kept inside an anti-magic cell. “I am head of surveillance in this sector, I am doing my duty.” She responded. “Duty?” Loki asks incredulously, as he slowly struts over to the glass. “Is it indeed, your duty, to daydream about brutalizing me while I am here defenseless, while no one is watching? Is it?” At those words, a light blush appeared across Mira’s face. Bastard. He can read thoughts. Her imbarrassement quickly turned to rage, as she despizes having her privacy violated. Especially from someone as condescending as Loki.
She walks away from her station, towards the cell, where her prisoner was kept. “I am just curious about certain things. Such as, how much can “a god” such as yourself, can endure. How can one reach his limits.”
“That’s pretty shady of you, agent Salazar, to use me as your personal guinea pig, tell me, love, what can I do to quell your lust?” He said, pressing his hand onto the glass seperating them. She noticed he was enjoying this, as his eyes scutinized her small form infront of him. He towered over her, he must be 7 feet tall, easy. Lean, elegant, his magnificience was astounding. His dark hair accentuated his features perfectly, chiseled jaw, perfect nose, sculpted cheek-bones, his skin, like liquid marble. He was indeed a god, in appearance, and battle, anyway. But how much can he hold his resilience during sexual arousal, she wondered.
Credit to the artist.
Mmmm, his mouth is all I need right now…
OMG! A pouty Hiddles! Precious.
Out of pudding? Harumf.
Can You imagine… getting him in that state…
LOL. Who does that look like?
Chiseled cheek boned son of a bitch.
Frosting. Yeah baby.