Well, you do have such lovely underthings. How could I resist?
[Loki turns toward the oven, where she has reached the current extent of her culinary prowess by making a cake (from a box, let's not get crazy). As she bends down to pull the pan from the oven, large pink mitts on her hands, the tiny skirt of her dress rides up to reveal the garters she wore at the top of her silky black stockings; the thin black ribbons arched higher up her thighs under the teasing bit of skirt. And yes, they were Natasha's]
You simply cannot, but when you're a better tease than me it leaves me wondering what role I have left to play.
[It was said with affection as Natasha watched the production with keen interest, though her focus was much more on the garter belt than the cake. It did smell delicious and when she was sure it was safely out of the oven she came closer and ran her fingertips down those enticing lines of silk as she kissed Loki's neck.]
[She shivers a bit at that light touch along her thighs, tracing the path of those borrowed garters; her head tilts obligingly to the side as Natasha leans in to kiss her neck. She reaches toward the freshly opened can of icing, dark chocolate and simply decadent beyond reason for is humble container, dragging her fingertip through it before reaching back over her shoulder to offer Natasha a taste]
Second birthday.
[She says it likes it's a thing, rolling her hips back enticingly]
[Natasha's hand cupped Loki's ass as she leaned forward to curl her tongue around the offered finger and sucked the icing clean off. She moaned her approval before licking her lips.]
I could grow to like second birthday's.
[Natasha's other hand slipped around to sneak under the skirt, fingers sliding over the apex between Loki's thighs.]
Oh yes -- quite the deliberate and happy little tease.
[Loki rolls her hips back against Natasha's had, wanting more of her touch, reveling in the attention. She moans, low and dirty, as Natasha's clever mouth sucks her finger clean, head falling back a bit with a throaty laugh.] Since it's second birthday, you get two presents. How is that for spoiled, my love?
The first waits for you in that box. [She's almost reluctant to point Natasha to the counter, where a glossy black box lays waiting, tied closed with a thick, silky black ribbon. Inside it -- and yes, this might be a nod to Loki's own ego, but the spirit behind the gesture is at least one of caring, in its own way -- is a thick, sturdy strap-on complete with harness, formed in the very shape and girth of the cock Loki sports when in her male form.
She keens a bit as Natasha's fingers begin to tease her, wanting more, as always becoming consumed by Natasha in all her aspects and all her sweet glory] The second is already in your hands. You can do with them as you
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Mm, and I can't really fault you for it. Though I think you enjoy it a little more in this form. Where as I get to tease you more in the other.
[Natasha smiled wickedly around the finger, her gaze becoming hooded as her eyes turned dark and she gave Loki's ass a squeeze as the fingers at her front before far more insistent. She started to rub her through the panties, the silk material sliding easily against her folds.] You really do look after me. I cannot imagine a better way to celebrate my birthday. I think you're the first person to truly make it such a special occasion.
[She followed the finger, intrigued by what might lie in the box but for a long moment she's more concerned with Loki's body. Her kisses trail over her smooth neck and she slides her fingers past the edge of the panties to dip her fingers inside briefly before finally pulling away. She sucked on her fingers and moaned at the taste of her lover before she started to open the box. The smile that appeared on her face was bright and genuine, though still tinged with
( ... )
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[Loki turns toward the oven, where she has reached the current extent of her culinary prowess by making a cake (from a box, let's not get crazy). As she bends down to pull the pan from the oven, large pink mitts on her hands, the tiny skirt of her dress rides up to reveal the garters she wore at the top of her silky black stockings; the thin black ribbons arched higher up her thighs under the teasing bit of skirt. And yes, they were Natasha's]
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[It was said with affection as Natasha watched the production with keen interest, though her focus was much more on the garter belt than the cake. It did smell delicious and when she was sure it was safely out of the oven she came closer and ran her fingertips down those enticing lines of silk as she kissed Loki's neck.]
My birthday was last week, what's the occasion?
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[She shivers a bit at that light touch along her thighs, tracing the path of those borrowed garters; her head tilts obligingly to the side as Natasha leans in to kiss her neck. She reaches toward the freshly opened can of icing, dark chocolate and simply decadent beyond reason for is humble container, dragging her fingertip through it before reaching back over her shoulder to offer Natasha a taste]
Second birthday.
[She says it likes it's a thing, rolling her hips back enticingly]
With a second birthday present.
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[Natasha's hand cupped Loki's ass as she leaned forward to curl her tongue around the offered finger and sucked the icing clean off. She moaned her approval before licking her lips.]
I could grow to like second birthday's.
[Natasha's other hand slipped around to sneak under the skirt, fingers sliding over the apex between Loki's thighs.]
You spoil me.
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[Loki rolls her hips back against Natasha's had, wanting more of her touch, reveling in the attention. She moans, low and dirty, as Natasha's clever mouth sucks her finger clean, head falling back a bit with a throaty laugh.] Since it's second birthday, you get two presents. How is that for spoiled, my love?
The first waits for you in that box. [She's almost reluctant to point Natasha to the counter, where a glossy black box lays waiting, tied closed with a thick, silky black ribbon. Inside it -- and yes, this might be a nod to Loki's own ego, but the spirit behind the gesture is at least one of caring, in its own way -- is a thick, sturdy strap-on complete with harness, formed in the very shape and girth of the cock Loki sports when in her male form.
She keens a bit as Natasha's fingers begin to tease her, wanting more, as always becoming consumed by Natasha in all her aspects and all her sweet glory] The second is already in your hands. You can do with them as you ( ... )
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[Natasha smiled wickedly around the finger, her gaze becoming hooded as her eyes turned dark and she gave Loki's ass a squeeze as the fingers at her front before far more insistent. She started to rub her through the panties, the silk material sliding easily against her folds.] You really do look after me. I cannot imagine a better way to celebrate my birthday. I think you're the first person to truly make it such a special occasion.
[She followed the finger, intrigued by what might lie in the box but for a long moment she's more concerned with Loki's body. Her kisses trail over her smooth neck and she slides her fingers past the edge of the panties to dip her fingers inside briefly before finally pulling away. She sucked on her fingers and moaned at the taste of her lover before she started to open the box. The smile that appeared on her face was bright and genuine, though still tinged with ( ... )
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