Coercion - Part 1 [Loki/Romanoff] NC-17
Written for Redderz.
DESCRIPTION : A BlackFrost PWP piece involving mild bondage and some rather rough sex.
RATING: NC-17
“So remind me again why I should let you go?”
Emerald eyes flash angrily, and Loki laughs as the assassin once again struggles against her bonds. He can only imagine the cutting remarks that long to burst from behind that gag, and watches in mild amusement as Natasha once again attempts to use her impressive flexibility to escape.
“Nmmpfh! Mthermmfkkerr!”
“Tut. Such filthy language from a lady.” Loki drawls, reaching out to grasp Natasha’s chin and force those eyes to meet his own. There’s a moment where she does, where she’s looking into icy madness before she yanks her head away and tries to swing at her captor.
“Although I have to admit, you are rather enticing like this. I didn’t ask the handmaidens to dress you but the results are rather pleasing.”
~Oh I am going to slap that smirk right off his smug face ~ Natasha thinks venomously, pulling her arms forward in the hopes that this chain might pull free of the bedchamber wall.
It doesn’t.
“So eager to be free, you humans. Leave you to your own devices and you war like beasts; alternatively you despise being imprisoned. There really is no pleasing humanity.” Loki says with a faux sigh, arms across his chest and a mirthful sparkle in his eyes. “….now shall we hear you sing?”
The gag in Natasha’s mouth vanishes in a puff of green.
“Let me go.” she demands.
“And what will you do if I comply?” Loki replies coolly. “You can’t get back to Midgard without my assistance. You can’t kill me either.”
“I’ll give it my best shot” Natasha spits back.
“Of that I have no doubt, but I did not bring you here to fight with you.” Loki murmurs, a hint of that infuriating smile threatening to break through, and Natasha rolls her eyes in pure annoyance.
“Can you cut the cryptic stuff already? I was in the middle of a mission when you zapped me up here Scotty. Do you know how much shit SHIELD are going to give me when I get back? Of course you don’t, but god DAMNIT Loki why did you bring me here?”
“You entertain me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t jesting when I complimented you in that containment cell Agent Romanoff.” Loki murmurs, taking a step forward and straight into Natasha’s personal space. “Few can sneak up on me, even fewer can outwit me. I suppose you could say I brought you here because you fascinate me, for a mortal.”
“I’m flattered, but you called me a mewling quim so I’d say you pretty much cancel that compliment out.” Natasha snaps.
“Mm. I did call you that didn’t I?” Loki purrs, head tilting.
“Loki, back off.”
“Why? I’ve not done anything yet.”
“It’s the yet I’m worried about.”
An inch closer.
“Do I make you nervous Agent Romanoff?”
Natasha doesn’t really want to admit what Loki’s managing to do to her with little more than just his proximity and a few well chosen words, so she juts her jaw and looks the god in the eye.
“No.”
“…Liar.” Loki hisses, and jams his hands tight to Natasha’s suspended wrists, drawing a gasp from the female. “I’m impressed.”
It takes Natasha all of a few seconds to regain her composure.
“Just impressed?” she banters back, neck arching to better push her chest forwards. This flowing ensemble of sheer gold fabric, - while something she’d never normally opt for - is light as silk, as soft as air and does have the benefit of showing her ample curves at their finest. Natasha can almost hear Loki swallow hard.
~If I can get him going just long enough to persuade him to lemme out of these chains…~
“You are a ravishing sight Natasha.” Loki growls, eyes following the slight flush that has infused on his captive’s cheeks and dragging his thumbs across slender wrists. He can hear her increased respiration in response. Her pulse thuds with the rise and fall of her chest and he inhales the scent of an aroused female like his existence depends on it.
“Is this what you brought me here for?”
“Would you be so surprised if I said yes?”
DESCRIPTION : A BlackFrost PWP piece involving mild bondage and some rather rough sex.
RATING: NC-17
“So remind me again why I should let you go?”
Emerald eyes flash angrily, and Loki laughs as the assassin once again struggles against her bonds. He can only imagine the cutting remarks that long to burst from behind that gag, and watches in mild amusement as Natasha once again attempts to use her impressive flexibility to escape.
“Nmmpfh! Mthermmfkkerr!”
“Tut. Such filthy language from a lady.” Loki drawls, reaching out to grasp Natasha’s chin and force those eyes to meet his own. There’s a moment where she does, where she’s looking into icy madness before she yanks her head away and tries to swing at her captor.
“Although I have to admit, you are rather enticing like this. I didn’t ask the handmaidens to dress you but the results are rather pleasing.”
~Oh I am going to slap that smirk right off his smug face ~ Natasha thinks venomously, pulling her arms forward in the hopes that this chain might pull free of the bedchamber wall.
It doesn’t.
“So eager to be free, you humans. Leave you to your own devices and you war like beasts; alternatively you despise being imprisoned. There really is no pleasing humanity.” Loki says with a faux sigh, arms across his chest and a mirthful sparkle in his eyes. “….now shall we hear you sing?”
The gag in Natasha’s mouth vanishes in a puff of green.
“Let me go.” she demands.
“And what will you do if I comply?” Loki replies coolly. “You can’t get back to Midgard without my assistance. You can’t kill me either.”
“I’ll give it my best shot” Natasha spits back.
“Of that I have no doubt, but I did not bring you here to fight with you.” Loki murmurs, a hint of that infuriating smile threatening to break through, and Natasha rolls her eyes in pure annoyance.
“Can you cut the cryptic stuff already? I was in the middle of a mission when you zapped me up here Scotty. Do you know how much shit SHIELD are going to give me when I get back? Of course you don’t, but god DAMNIT Loki why did you bring me here?”
“You entertain me.”
“Excuse me?”
“I wasn’t jesting when I complimented you in that containment cell Agent Romanoff.” Loki murmurs, taking a step forward and straight into Natasha’s personal space. “Few can sneak up on me, even fewer can outwit me. I suppose you could say I brought you here because you fascinate me, for a mortal.”
“I’m flattered, but you called me a mewling quim so I’d say you pretty much cancel that compliment out.” Natasha snaps.
“Mm. I did call you that didn’t I?” Loki purrs, head tilting.
“Loki, back off.”
“Why? I’ve not done anything yet.”
“It’s the yet I’m worried about.”
An inch closer.
“Do I make you nervous Agent Romanoff?”
Natasha doesn’t really want to admit what Loki’s managing to do to her with little more than just his proximity and a few well chosen words, so she juts her jaw and looks the god in the eye.
“No.”
“…Liar.” Loki hisses, and jams his hands tight to Natasha’s suspended wrists, drawing a gasp from the female. “I’m impressed.”
It takes Natasha all of a few seconds to regain her composure.
“Just impressed?” she banters back, neck arching to better push her chest forwards. This flowing ensemble of sheer gold fabric, - while something she’d never normally opt for - is light as silk, as soft as air and does have the benefit of showing her ample curves at their finest. Natasha can almost hear Loki swallow hard.
~If I can get him going just long enough to persuade him to lemme out of these chains…~
“You are a ravishing sight Natasha.” Loki growls, eyes following the slight flush that has infused on his captive’s cheeks and dragging his thumbs across slender wrists. He can hear her increased respiration in response. Her pulse thuds with the rise and fall of her chest and he inhales the scent of an aroused female like his existence depends on it.
“Is this what you brought me here for?”
“Would you be so surprised if I said yes?”