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Kinktober Day Eight: Face Sitting
🕑 Added 2017-10-11 06:53:28 +0000 UTCLoki-Angraboda (MCU)
Facesitting / cunnilingus / size difference
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They were in trouble. This was not unusual, especially not when the misadventure was one of Thor's ideas. But this one had to top it.
“You couldn't let it slide could you?”
“Shut up, Loki.” he growled back, looking furiously up at the three monsters who escorted him through the grand hall. It was not so magnificent as Asgard, but then again few places were. In this sort of down on your luck, drunken brawl before noon sort of place Thor usually found to be quite entertaining. And it had been, until he'd gotten drunk enough to get into a fist fight that had poured out onto the streets. And then that fist fight had attracted the city guard. And then Thor had made the mistake of punching a city guard in the throat before he could get a hold of himself.
All of which led to them now standing before an immense couch piled his with pillows and furs while a pair of guards stood there, looking down at them with incredulous, entertained faces. They were muttering to one another in a language Loki did not speak. They laughed about it, whatever it was and then stood at sudden attention as the carved doors slammed open.
A gargantuan woman stormed through them, a wolf pelt strapped about her shoulders as her brows knit together. She took the steps to the couch in one stride and sat down with a great thump, the middle bowing under her powerful thighs. She glared at the two of them as if they had interrupted her day with their antics and snapped her fingers, a serving wench fussing to bring her a mug of warm mead.
Loki and Thor looked at one another, waiting to see who should speak first. Loki decided it would be better if it was him before his brother could say anything stupid. “My lady, forgive our momentary...”
“What are the sons of Odin doing in my home?” Her voice was like the far off boom of thunder. Her nostrils flared as she watched them, clearly in no mood for bullshit.
“Eh...a terrible misunderstanding. You see, there was a..an incident...”
“Which this muscle bound twit incited.” She snorted and leaned forward, taking a good long look at Tony. “Humph. More bulk than common sense. All you Aesir are the same.” She leaned back, stroking the gray fur and turning her attention to Loki. “And what are you? A skinny, scrawny example of the house of Odin if ever I saw one.”
Loki started to say one thing, but something else cropped up in his brain. He was above all else, quite adept at reading people. He smiled in a fond, coy way. “Well, I suppose that would depend entirely upon what part of me you were looking at.”
Every stiffened as if they expected the room the erupt at any moment. The statuesque woman bore into his skull with her black eyes, then roared with laughter, everyone's terror dissolving. “Well now! Aren't you a cheeky little shit!” she snickered and crooked a finger, allowing him to rise and come closer. “Put that one in a cell. I'm in no mood for that ugly look on his face. I will speak with this one.” She lifted Loki by the chin, an easy feet considering his head fit in her palm. “Who are you?”
“I am Loki. Second prince, the Silvertongued god of the courts...and the bedroom.”
“Hahahahahaha!” Her husky laugh filled the hall and she kept a hold of him by his collar. “I am Angraboda. I bare no fancy titles, but my word is law here. And you and your brother have attacked my guards. The men I trust. You've spat in my face. And I warn you, the house of Odin has no friends here.”
Loki kept that grin on his face. “Perhaps that can be remedied. I can be very friendly once you get to know me.”
Angraboda kept him by her side through out the day, speaking with him on many things. As the evening wore on, Loki began to worry for what might be happening to Thor. The giantess laughed at his concern. “Do not fear. I have had them bringing him meat and ale. He does not suffer. Though I am certain he thinks I am torturing you.”
“Was that the plan for tonight, dear hostess?” Loki smiled up at her with an inciting look.
“Hmm. Perhaps. But I had my own ideas.” The tall creature stood and began to walk away from the dais. “Well? Coming?”
“...if I come with you...I need your word my lady, that no harm will come to my brother while I am in your care.” He took her hand. “Do not think me an ungrateful guest. I am quite pleased to spend any length of time in your company. However...”
“I don't care for your brother. But I won't allow anyone to harm him. He will be safe until I have had my fill of you.” Angraboda informed him, tugging him by the arm into her room.
“And I wonder how like that will be.” Loki's lips twisted into an unsure shape as the woman removed her cloak and began to undo her leathers. Loki watched as the thick armor fell away revealing her powerful and broad body. He shuddered, admiring her from top to bottom as she grinned at his expression.
“That depends.” She sat back on her bed, lifting up one leg and hitching it up, showing off the pillowy mound between her legs. “On whether of not you have earned the name, Silvertongue.”
Loki moved forward as though hypnotized by the sweet folds and tender clit. He knelt before her, his fingers brushing the delicate cunt with fascination and glee. “I do like it when a woman is right to the point. “ He teased, slipping his fingers over the folds and parting them.
“Then you'll like me just fine.” She squished her thighs around him, smiling as Loki gasped and grinned up at her. “Ouh? That pleased you?”
Loki nuzzled his face into her crotch, nodding happily. “Ouh yes. Immensely.” He flicked his tongue about the warm mound, breathing in the musky aroma like an aphrodisiac. AT her encouraging noise he moved his mouth up over the clit, devouring it with little kisses. “I've always enjoyed the taste of a woman's quim. A cock is fine but there's an art form to cunnilingus.”
“Then I expect to find you a competent painter.” Angraboda trapped him between her legs, her knees resting on his shoulders. “Well? Get to work! You've got a lot of ground to cover, little godling.”
