Dinner Date (Tag Val/Loki/Bo)

[st_unaligned]

Bo was starting to get used to the feelings of the hunger that couldn't quite be satiated by Sam or Molly or both combined. She was also well aware that they seemed to be coming more frequently as the weeks progressed and Bo was going to venture a guess it wasn't a good sign. Still, she pushed those thoughts deep down inside because they weren't useful and screw the Fae and their stupid traditions.

She made her way to Loki's room. He hadn't been at the clinic, so she had to hope he was there. She was just about to knock when the door opened.

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[st_unaligned]

Bo practically purred when Loki touched her. Somewhere she filed away the information on Valkyrie which she would remember on a later date. Now, her mind and body were very much preoccupied with the need for Loki. She turned her head and let her tongue lightly run along his jawline. At this point it might not matter if the door was closed or not.

[st_allionofdoom]

A huff of almost-laughter. "By your command, Your Highness." Valkyrie tugged the door closed behind her. At the least, she could spare someone the unfortunate fate she'd found herself in several times over.

When the door clicked into place, she released a breath. Now that the otherworldly charm of the moment had faded, the adrenaline was left, and not in a wholly pleasant fashion. It crossed her mind to worry, but that was quite a silly sentiment on the whole. She pushed away and resolved to tuck the encounter in some small, forgotten corner of her mind for the time being.

[st_ratagem]

Even before the door closed completely, Loki spun and half-threw Bo against a wall (any wall!) before kissing her, none of it especially gently. Bo generally enjoyed when her partner didn't treat her like she was delicate, and her need by the time she reached him along with their mutual agreement that feelings not get involved also ensured that rough tended to work for both of them.

The piece of his mind that he'd put safely away spared a few moments from keeping watch to be pleased that Valkyrie had successfully made her escape and wonder how it would affect future association, but the rest of him was too occupied with Bo to care about anything else.

[st_unaligned]

Slamming into the wall drew a smile across her face. While she was capable of being more intimate, there were a plethora of reasons why this was the best way with Loki. It felt especially right with the lingering primal urges she felt trying to claw their way to the surface.

Bo kissed him, hard and unrelenting with nips interspersed. The god of mischief was alluring with his power and hints of darkness to him.

She pulled back from his lips, breathless, and urged Loki's mouth to the nape of her neck and to her chest. "Don't want... To share you're -" she tugged at him, her body pressing against him wantonly. "Toy?"

[st_ratagem]

Valkyrie wasn't a toy. "Do what you want," Loki growled, then bit at her throat. He resisted being urged below that for the moment, as his hands slid under her shirt to urge it off. Yes, it meant her hands off him, but only for a moment. "But in here, you're mine."

[st_unaligned]

She reluctantly took her hands off of him, helping her shirt off - a benefit of being a succubus, as always, was the lack of need for a bra. It made moments like this much more advantageous.

She grinned, though, at producing such a reaction from him. Something primitive relishing in such possessiveness. "No desire for both our hands on you?" As if to punctuate the question, Bo let her fingers roam down his chest and palm him over his pants. A low, pleased sound emitted from her at the contact.

[st_ratagem]

He pushed her a little further up the wall, making it easier to mouth her breasts, as well as deliver a hard pinch to a nipple at the question. "Oh, I didn't say that." Their hands on him, on each other? There were some lovely mental images there. But right now, no. He was no longer in the mood to share. "No pleasure in my undivided attention?"

[st_unaligned]

Somewhere Bo filed the information away that Loki appeared to be interested in Valkyrie on some level. It was hard to actively do much thinking with Loki all over her. Her bright blue eyes closed for a moment as she pressed her head back against the wall at his assertion. "Oh, there's pleasure."

They were both wearing far too much clothes. It didn't help that Bo had a rather active imagination and for a moment she let herself think about just exactly how much fun she, Loki, and Valkyrie could get up to.

She pushed off the wall, intent on turning them to push him against the wall.

[st_ratagem]

"Good." Loki let himself be turned and pushed, let his back hit the wall with a solid thump. Why not, when it gave him space to tangle a hand in her hair and yank their mouths together again? Not that that helped strip the rest of Bo's clothes off her. "I'd hate to think either of us were wasting our time here."

[st_unaligned]

This time she pulled at his chi as they kissed, exchanging pleasure for taste of his power. It pulled a low moan from her as she continued to kiss him while her hands made quick work of his pants, but only lowering them as much as she could while still maintaining her hungry mouth on his. The power the God of Mischief gave off encompassed her with a warmth only strong Fae back home could give her.

"Better prove I'm not wasting your time then." She almost growled it against his lips while her hands reaching under his shirt and purposefully spreading threads of desire across his chest as her hands smoothed down to grab his cock. Some might call it cheating, but a succubus shouldn't shy away from her skills, now should they?

[st_ratagem]

As usual, the pull at his life force wasn't quite pain and wasn't entirely pleasure, but it amplified everything so it was almost impossible to really tell. It would be and was all too easy to let go of most things resembling thought and any focus that wasn't on Bo's mouth, or her hands, or the fact that she was still wearing clothes, somehow.

He was about to tell her to fix that now when her hand wrapped around his cock and the words turned into an incoherent groan against her mouth.

[st_unaligned]

The predator inside her drew a wicked smile on her lips as she kissed him. Being able to draw such sounds from someone so powerful was thrilling beyond words.

Her hand explored, moving expertly over his cock while her free hand bunched in the fabric of his shirt. They were still wearing far too much, but Bo was torn between indulging now or pulling herself away to declothed.

[st_ratagem]

Bo's hand was exquisite, just enough friction for pleasure, just light enough to be frustrating, but ultimately her hand was not what Loki wanted. It wasn't what she needed, either. After one last kiss, more like a bite, Loki shoved her away (quite possibly the most difficult thing he'd done recently) and managed to put together one word. "Strip."

[st_unaligned]

She staggered back a little, though the roughness didn't dissuade her, but rather brought out a glint of playfulness in her bright eyes. At his command, she did just that, though Bo couldn't help but make it a little bit of a 'show' as she held eye contact with him and rid herself of the rest of her clothes. Then she teasingly took a step back as if to challenge him.

[st_ratagem]

He was content enough to watch her strip, and then enjoy the sight of her nude body for... a second or two, before stripping off his shirt and stepping towards her. Whether or not it was a challenge, keeping away from her for longer than a few seconds was more than he was willing to do.

[st_unaligned]

Bo was hungry and seeing Loki naked intensified that need. He was nothing like his brother, but Bo still found him quite impressive and her eyes drank him in hungrily as he stepped forward.

When he was close enough to feel his warmth, her hands reached out to pull him close. Hand on the back of his neck, she was the one this time to pull him against her mouth. At the same time, she jumped up onto him, legs wrapping around his hips. She knew he could hold her and she desperately needed the contact.

[st_ratagem]

Bo was nowhere near heavy enough to strain him, and being skin to skin was almost, almost what Loki wanted. It occupied him well enough, at least, as his hands were almost completely free to explore her bare body, stroking and pinching now-familiar nerves and particular pleasure-points.

He wasn’t distracted enough not to make his way to the bed, though. The floor was there, and they’d used it before, but literally falling into bed together seemed like the best thing. Especially since both of them horizontal meant he could drag his mouth down her neck, back to her breasts and then her belly. When they were both standing it was impossible to really taste her.

[st_unaligned]

Hitting the bed, she let out a soft growl. She definitely was not opposed to any surface or position - one might be hard pressed to find a "new" experience for her in this particular category - but there was something about a bed that spoke to her on a instinctive level. Her hands tangled in his hair possessively and encouragingly. Despite all of Loki's declarations that he was heartless, he was attentive, though she was vaguely aware it might be on for a purely selfish reason. She was okay with it most definitely.

[st_ratagem]

Loki loved fingers in his hair, by itself it would have been a reason to keep his hair long if he'd needed them. Better, Bo could be relied on to tug and pull if she needed to direct him or just felt like tugging.

He continued to move down her body, stroking her legs with his hands and kissing a hip in passing before settling between her legs to tease her with long licks. He was good with his mouth, knew it, and rarely passed up an opportunity to practice even if his partner didn't technically need much foreplay.

[st_unaligned]

Bo's body responded to Loki's mouth with practically every fiber of her being. Her hips rolled up, body writhed, the the sounds she made were wanton.

She was definitely comfortable with tugging and guiding - though Loki needed little help in that aspect. The feeling of control, however, was desirable and she could also reward him pangs of pleasure from her touch. Fingers curling, her body gave clear signs as he lapped at her until her body thrashed and flexed against the orgasm that rippled through her body. She was loud, not letting the worry of decorum get in the way of expressing just how skilled Loki was.

Another tug at his hair, this time a bit more forceful. "Enough mischief - " Her bright eyes were trained on him intently and demanding. "Take me."

[st_ratagem]

Part of the reason to put away part of his mind before touching Bo was indeed to keep watch and stop them if things looked like they were going too far, but another was to prod one or two sensible moves. At this moment, said sensible move was pulling a condom from over there, unwrapping it, and rolling it on.

For Bo, the advantage of his temporary two minds was that the lust-fogged majority of Loki didn't hesitate to kiss back up her body (a little more mischief) and reclaim her mouth while the practicalities were managed.

His mouth reached and reclaimed hers at the same time as he lined up his cock and thrust into her wet heat.

[st_unaligned]

The sound Bo made when Loki was finally in her was, perhaps, a sound only reserved for Succubi when they were completely and utterly placated. Her kisses her hard and her teeth occasionally ran across his lips as her body instinctively moved with him. Her hips were not going to wait for him and they pressed up to establish a rhythm that was wanton and needy without romantic intimacy.

Her body felt as if it were on fire and Loki felt good.

[st_ratagem]

Bo set the rhythm, Loki matched it and then pushed it, fucking her a little harder, a little faster. There was nothing gentle or easy about it, only lust and abandon. Feed the fire, drive them both closer to the edge, so when they tipped over and Bo fed, she’d take as much as she needed, without holding back and keeping herself hungry.

[st_unaligned]

Nails trailed over Loki's back as her heavy breath became ragged. With every sound of lust she emitted was another sign of how much closer she was. Her body worked in unison with his, feeling as his own pleasure curl up inside him, building. Inside a small voice encouraged her to take, to claim, to feed and she responded by tightening her muscles around him.

The hunger inside her could only wait so long. When she felt him close, she pushed against him harder and in a few more thrusts, Bo moaned loudly as she came and fed on Loki at the same time, drinking in his chi in a way that warmed her entire being almost instantly.

[st_ratagem]

Loki managed to hold off his own release, barely, until Bo was actually feeding. The feeling of life being pulled out of him wasn't exactly pain and wasn't exactly pleasure on its own, but at the same time as an orgasm it became amazing, a few seconds of blasted-clean nothing except pure sensation. Only a few seconds, of course, before his mind took over again and the bulk of his life energy settled back inside his skin.

He caught himself on one hand and shifted enough to one side that he rolled to one side rather than just collapsing on top of her while he caught his breath.