tlhquickies | RUIN YOU FOR ANYONE ELSE

((ooc: Definitely up for "ruining" others, and willing to use some mind-altering tricks to make sure it sticks. Make sure and let me know if you're okay with mindfucking. Probably more likely to take it seriously than just a fantasy.

Also potentially interested in having him be ruined by someone else with magic to make him stop straying.))

[ooc: I would totally be up for some kind of mind-warping. It could even be purely for her ties to the Warehouse and it's big-ass collection of really cool things that can totally ruin someone's day. Dark is fine, Claudia isn't exactly a nice person if you pull out her ties to her brother, sister, and fellow Warehouse agents, but it's really up to you.]]

((ooc: ...all of this sounds great but I'm afraid I'm drawing a blank on how to start ^-^;; . Do you think you could write up a starter and we'll go from there?))

Claudia had been betrayed. It was the only explanation that could make sense, but she didn't know how anyone who knew her could have done it. Somehow, Loki had found out not only about the Warehouse, but about her place in the structure. So he'd taken her, and now she was trapped, prisoner to his whims.

He'd said she'd be his, that she would learn to worship him as her god and give him everything he asked. Claudia did her best to fight, but there were times when she found herself giving in, just because it was easier. When she pleased him everything was better, and if he was in a good mood, he'd talk to her, or bring her a book to pass the time.

On the bad days, he'd taunt her with illusions, pretending to be the people she cared about, or making her think she was home, or anything else he'd managed to pull from her mind with his spells. All he had to do was break her so he could mold her to his will, and he'd have her, the Warehouse, Earth, and who knew what else. She couldn't relent, but she felt the cracks widening, weaknesses he'd helped create so he could force her to be what he wanted.

Bad day or good, she couldn't help but admit, at least inside her own head, that Loki fascinated her. It was the kind of fascination that one had with big cats, or other dangerous animals that you knew didn't see you as anything but a possible meal or entertainment. Still, there were elements of his personality that she would have liked, and in another situation, she might actually have wanted to get to know him. But pets only need to know that their master is pleased or displeased, and worshippers? She didn't know whether she could find a way to relate to him that would still give her a chance to remain herself. Claudia would never be a tool that he could just use and discard once she'd outlived her usefulness.

She'd held out for a while so far, which would have been fascinating if it wasn't so annoying.

Loki knew that he could have just tortured her into screaming submission, or cracked her mind like an egg and taken all the information he needed. But that...wouldn't have been effective, in the long term. He might need her presence, he might need her as an agent. More to the point, it would have been a waste. Claudia Donovan had a mind of enviable brilliance, something even he could admit was a work of art. He would break it if it became necessary, of course...but Loki didn't want it to become necessary. Far more effective if he just reshaped it a little.

She was little more than his pet, right now. Right down to the collar he'd magically fixed on her, right down to the way he was slowly training her not to bite. But she could have been so much more, as he didn't hesitate to remind her. He tempted her with secrets even the Warehouse didn't know, and sights that even its endless wonders couldn't match. If she surrendered before his patience ran out, they were promises he might even keep. Life could be better than this, if she just gave in. If she stopped being so unreasonable.

And he broke her down slowly, starting small and working his way deeper. Training her to accept his presence, perhaps even to welcome it after prolonged isolation in a windowless, featureless suite. He fed her, or she went hungry. She slept when he said so. Perhaps most importantly, he had been at work from the beginning slowly breaking down her sense of personal space, with carefully calculated intrusions and touches - signs that were undeniably possessive, invasive, but fleeting, the better to allow them to quickly seem normal so that he could press the point just a bit further.

Slowly but surely, Loki worked to make himself the center of her world, the only thing in her world. The only one who cared about her, and who wasn't afraid to show it when she was acting rationally. Honestly, Loki had never understood what she was so afraid of. He wanted her mostly as she was, after all. Just...a little more pliant. Obedient. His.

But it was a process that went both ways, in a way. She'd become such a carefully controlled project that his fascination with her took on more than a bit of obsession, and one day, Loki found himself driven on to test his progress.

Leaving her alone for a particularly long time was a minor torment, but he did, only sending in food twice a day to make sure she was kept alive. Once he gauged that she was going sufficiently stir-crazy from isolation, however, Loki let himself in while she slept. He moved soundlessly through the room to settle himself down on the edge of her bed, reaching out to lightly stroke her cheek.

"Claudia? Wake up, pet."

Claudia didn't know what had set him off, this time. Just that he'd walked out a while ago and hadn't returned. It was frustrating to realize how much she'd come to depend on that presence in her life. He sent food, but it was hard to even feel like eating without seeing the look on his face when she took it from his hands. Loki had become such a staple, and even though she tried to resist, she couldn't help coming to his hand, to his heel, whenever he demanded. He was all she had, and he had been gone.

She slept fitfully, those times she could sleep at all in the empty room. He'd found ways to punish her, before, when she slept without his permission, until it was only when exhaustion truly overcame her that she couldn't obey. Even then, her mind struggled to try to snap her back to wakefulness.

This time, however, even the need to follow the rules to avoid being punished for disobedience wasn't enough to wake her when her master came. The shift of the bed he allowed her started a slight rousing, and the touch of his hand, but it was the words that had her eyes snapping open, fear flashing in her eyes as she realized she'd slept once again.

"Sorry," she said, averting her gaze, almost cringing away from him. "I did not mean to sleep without permission." She wouldn't grovel, not to him, but the apology would make things easier, at least, it nearly always did before. But he'd always seemed to make it clear why she was wrong, why she should be his, what the rewards could be.

The sight of the flash of fear in her eyes as she came so obediently awake was deeply, viscerally satisfying. To say nothing of the way she averted her gaze - with fear, rather than respect, but the two could often look the same to him. Loki had to check himself, pause for a moment, to make sure that satisfaction didn't show on his face. Instead, he kept his expression schooled to something mild - troubled, even perhaps just the faintest bit concerned.

"Yes, well." He sighed, clearly disappointed in her but graciously willing to overlook the slight just this once, with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I suppose it can't be helped. You are only human, after all." He took one of her hands in his and lifted it to his mouth, brushing his lips over the inside of her wrist, the backs of her fingers. "And this time, perhaps, the fault is not entirely yours'." He mostly punished her for sleeping without permission with dreams - more like horrifying nightmares - but this time, he'd interrupted her restless sleep with slightly more pleasant dreams. The better to make his absence ache even more upon waking.

"I expected too much of you. I forgot how much care you truly require from me. I left you alone much too long, pet, allowing myself to become entangled in my own affairs and neglecting my own responsibilities. And for that, my dear, I do apologize."

There was a part of her that hated her reactions, and hated him for bringing it out of her. She didn't belong here, didn't want to be this thing he was shaping her as. It was sometimes just so easy to allow it, to be what he wanted, to stop thinking. It didn't hurt in those times, sometimes it even felt good.

That brush of lips, that gentleness made her shiver, awakening sensations she wanted to deny, but couldn't. Once, the thought of him touching her disgusted him, but he was the only one who did, the only one who could. She vaguely remembered a flash of dream where he'd been more, like a promise of a reward. It almost made her forget to listen to his words.

"Don't," she breathed, unable even in her own mind to know if she was telling him to stop touching her, kissing her hand, or that he shouldn't apologize. He confused her, left her so conflicted. She remembered she mustn't allow him her knowledge of the Warehouse, or any aid, but she couldn't easily remember why anymore. He was good to her, unless she'd been difficult.

Loki knew which option she probably wished it to be. He reacted as though she'd been telling him not to apologize. To drive home the point that he wasn't going to stop touching her - that she shouldn't want him to - Loki took one of her fingertips just a bit between his lips to suck lightly on it for a moment.

"Yes," he murmured, lacing their fingers together after that - a gesture that, while gentle, was also insistently intimate. "An apology does not suffice. You are, of course, correct." He moved to trail the fingers of his other hand in a slow, light caress down her chest, along her stomach, just a bit lower but not quite as low as he wanted. "And I did not come merely to apologize. Actions speak louder than words, do they not? And I mean to show you just how very dear to me you've become, at your worst and at your best."

She couldn't help a soft intake of breath at his hand, stroking, but somehow, it always reminded her of how one might soothe a dog or a cat, not a human being, but a lesser. He called her his pet, and even now, as her body ached for more contact, any contact, she wanted to shove him away.

A spark of her nearly extinguished defiance made her pull away, meeting his gaze. "I didn't think you were into beastiality, master. Or is having sex with pets not taboo because you're a god?"

A momentary tightening of his grip, a momentary digging of his fingers into her skin, and a hardening of his gaze were the only signs to betray that her words, her insistence on continuing to defy him, irritated Loki. He had never hurt her, of course...or perhaps it was more accurate to say that he'd never caused her damage. He still had an extensive understanding of just how to apply pain to a human body without breaking it.

His tone, however, didn't waver, and Loki moved closer even as she pulled away. "Keeping you at all is a taboo, is it not? Why should I concern myself with such things now?" At least she hadn't mentioned those idiot stories. And since she'd done him the favor of stating his intentions outright, Loki showed no more hesitations in moving his hand the rest of the way down to press brazenly between her legs. His other hand looped an index finger through her collar and gave a deliberate tug back towards him.

"Unless I've been mistaken, Claudia? Unless you would rather I...leave you alone once more, instead?"

His tone of voice made it clear - as far as Loki was concerned, it wasn't a choice between whether or not he would fuck her. It was a choice between whether or not he would fuck her now.

He would to this, she knew that, and it wouldn't be gentle, because she defied him, but it would be worse if she made him go. As dangerous as he was, he'd never done anything that wouldn't heal, not physically. The illusions he used against her were something else entirely.

At least when he was rough she could remember that she meant nothing to him but a means to an end, that if she ever gave in completely, it wouldn't matter if she lived, because everyone she loved would be dead or worse. Even when she could remember, it was hard not to give him what he wanted, let him have anything he wanted of her body.

It still made her pulse quicken, her breath catch when he brushed against her sex. It made her try to think how long it had been, since she'd had anyone else. The wall of defiance was nothing against the ache of needing to be touched, to be wanted. If he left, she had nothing, was nothing.

Feeling everything crumble yet again, she closed her eyes, leaning into that touch with self-loathing. "Stay, please..."

He wouldn't be too rough - just enough to drive the point home that she was his, and he would take her. But if he was too rough, that would only give her an easy excuse. Far better to make sure she wanted it.

Loki smiled down at her, lazy as a cat that had just brought its paw down on a particularly stubborn mouse. He leaned in close, moved to settle more firmly against her.] Good. [He brushed his lips over hers', pressed insistently with his hand in an effort to guide her legs apart.] Good girl. [Then he cupped her sex, squeezing possessively and rubbing her firmly, and his voice took on a note of a growl that betrayed his lust.] My Claudia.

[Then he kissed her, with a gentleness that was almost mocking, but an undeniable insistence well to deepen the kiss - a demand he would make with brushes of his tongue against her lips, and if that failed, the light bite of his teeth.]

It was unfair that he could do this to her so easily, even as the words made her feel like he was rewarding a dog for performing some trick. Still, she spread her legs for him, almost straddling him when he pulled her that close. She couldn't do anything but react to his attentions, and the sudden sensation of warmth that growl sent through her.

She trembled a little, afraid of what his touch was doing to her, how easily it seemed like he could just unmake her. And then he kissed her, and it was as soft as his hand between her legs was rough. It made her moan, opening her mouth to let him have entrance, yielding because she needed to yield. He could master her body, and she wondered if that would just be the beginning of the end, or the start of something even greater.

Loki made a low, pleased sound without breaking the kiss as Claudia opened for him. Without further hesitation, his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her, taking advantage of her new-found pliancy to kiss her deeply...but just as softly.

He took his hand from between her legs as she spread them for him, but only because Loki took that as his cue to move on top of her, settling his body against hers' and kneeling between her legs - the better to make sure they stayed open if she suddenly rediscovered her hesitations, and to press a thigh firmly up against her pussy, rubbing slightly to apply friction he had no intention of letting up on any time soon. To get her bare would require pulling away, but for now, he simply savored the feeling of the girl beneath him, pinning her there ever-so-carefully with his weight as she slowly succumbed.]

Claudia didn't know if she was more or less scared of him as he pinned her down against the bed, his thigh brushing against her, rough and soft at the same time. The hunger he could arouse with his touch was the only thing that kept her from fighting, because it wasn't a want, hadn't been for too long. That made her knot her hands in his hair, not to pull his head away or try to control, but so she could explore his mouth just as thoroughly.

She wanted this, even if it had to be with him, because the thought of not having anything was worse than any punishment he could devise. As long as Loki never realized that, she could keept those small, secret parts of her life safe, and the people that guarded them. Maybe she was lost, but the others weren't, not yet, hopefuly not ever.

Loki allowed her to kiss him back as deeply as she wanted. He exulted in it, in her acceptance and surrender, and planned to make absolutely certain tonight that her defenses did not have a chance to come back up. There was no guarantee otherwise that she wouldn't - Claudia was a strong woman. A fighter. That in and of itself wasn't a bad thing, but he needed her to fight for him, rather than against him.

With her defenses down like this, just a little bit of magic to help permanently impress his will upon hers' should do the job.

All the while, Loki continued pressing and rubbing against her sex. His hands found her body, roaming, possessive. Until he slid his hands beneath her shirt and up her torso to take hold of her breasts and lightly squeeze.

Claudia arched into his touch, unable to think, not wanting to. Releasing her grip on his hair, her hands tried to find more of him to touch, frustrated by clothing she couldn't find a way under. She felt like a wild animal, clawing and pressing against him, but he'd tamed her to his hand, his touch, his voice.

A part of her had feared the day it would come to this, but that part had been torn away like so many of her defenses. Loki cared for her, even if it was the care one had towards a pet or a fine piece of art work, it was care. Even if he took that hated collar from around her neck, sent her home, he'd merely have to come to her and she would give herself over, willingly. Without him she would be nothing, withering away in his neglect.

"Please," she whispered against his mouth, voice breathy. "Please, Loki..."

That plea, that breathy, needy, and so obviously sincere plea, went straight to his cock. Loki found himself torn between his natural impulses to torment and tease and the aching need to take her now. The latter won. He'd been working on her for an unforgivably long time to reach this point, after all.

Loki kissed her soundly once more, silencing her just a moment longer, before he pulled away abruptly, sat back on his heels. His hands moved to begin working on tugging his clothes aside, the phantom pressure of her searching hands still on him.

"Undress," he ordered, eyes dark with lust, gaze never wavering from her.

The simple clothing he allowed her was easy enough to remove, the order, the look in his eyes making her fumble the fastenings, accidentally tearing through thin, almost sheer fabric that had always seemed more like a joke than any attempt at modesty or concealment. It had been a mark of kindness to be allowed anything at all.

Still, she did as he told her, then knelt before him, trembling slightly as she struggled not to reach out before he did, because she didn't have the right. "Please," she repeated.

It had been a particularly gracious bit of kindness in allowing her clothes. In allowing her space and even the illusion of privacy. In not just forcing himself on her at the start, allowing her time instead to see the truth of her situation, to reassess her loyalties on her own. Albeit with some...encouragement.

It was clear that Loki's patient manipulations were paying off in spades now, however. He watched Claudia hungrily as she undressed, a wolf sizing up a particularly sweet rabbit. His hands remained steady, so that even with his more complicated clothing, Loki was undressed scant seconds before Claudia succeeded in doing so. He could see her grappling with the desire to surge forward...but she knew that was not her place.

Good girl. Loki smiled exultantly, and after just a second to let her stew, beckoned her near with a crook of his finger. The god sat with his legs open and parted, his cock erect and hard and aching.

"Show me what you want, my dear."

He wanted her to come to him. Take his cock inside. Take that step of what remained of her own free will.

Claudia couldn't help a soft intake of breath at the sight of him, naked and perfect, like the god he claimed to be. And then he asked her to show him what she wanted, and she couldn't even think. It wasn't one thing, one touch, one pleasure.

She had to come near enough to touch, to feel along the smooth skin of his inner thigh, feeling him pulse in time with the warm wetness between her legs. She didn't have any right to make demands, to do anything he didn't want, and he could stop her, leave her begging and untouched because all she had was what he gave to her.

She slid closer, drawing her body along his, her hips not quite in the right position for him to enter her, but just the feel of it made her moan. Claudia straddled his lap, and brushed her breasts against him, then looked up to meet those dark, dangerous eyes. If she drove herself onto him, even wet as she was, it would hurt, and she didn't know if it was right or not.

"Anything you want," she said, meaning it. She would do her best to please him. "My body is yours."

Loki couldn't quite swallow back a low noise of desire when Claudia's drew near enough to touch him willingly. There was worship in the girl's touch and deference in her gaze, and he knew she understood her place - as nothing more than a vessel for his desires, but one he would happily pleasure to new heights of she served him well.

He moaned, soft but shameless, as she pressed up against him, slid almost into place. Her body was soft and warm and just begging to be defiled. When she brushed her breasts along his chest, he slid a hand up her stomach to take hold of it. Loki gazed down at his pet with evident approval, taking in the sight of her, musing on her words. She was begging him to tell her how to fuck him, and it was perfect.

"Yes, it is." He agreed easily, his other hand skimming down her back to then take light hold of her hip. "And a fine treasure it is, Claudia. I mean to make very good use of it...and see that it is well taken care of" Deliberately, he shifted her into just the right position for him to enter her, if only she pushed down or he pushed up. The feeling of pressing against her entrance almost ruined his control against doing just that.

"I want you to ride me. Until you burn, until you come. I want you to take me in deeper and harder than you've ever had anyone before...or ever will again." He brushed his lips along her forehead in a gesture that was perversely meant to reassure. "It will only hurt a moment. Would you rather I pushed inside you, first?" His grip tightened slightly on her hip to punctuate his point, the offer to drag her down onto his cock so that she didn't have time to hesitate.

When he moved her, finding that perfect position, she almost couldn't believe how right he felt. Claudia rocked slightly to brush him across her entrance, so large she wondered if she could take him in, or whether it would be too much. And finding out excited her, his words made her want to give him that, let him show her what no other could.

She tried to push down, but tight as she was, it was hard to get anythign past her opening, to take him in. Even that made her bite her lower lip to keep from screaming out in mingled pain and pleasure. Claudia couldn't fail him, not now, not like this.

Taking a long, shuddering breath, she couldn't meet his gaze, feeling like she couldn't do more without help. "I...please..."

Now that she was cooperating, Loki was attentive, even gentle, in trying to help her adjust. While he wouldn't let her shy away, Loki leaned in close and kissed her softly when she bit her lip. "Shh. Relax, pet, relax. You're doing fine." He rocked slightly against her in turn, stimulating her further even as he tested just how resistant her body was. Even just pressed against her, he could feel how tight the girl was, and wondered idly if she was a virgin. He'd never thought to ask. Someone like her could have had men lined up for the privilege of having her.

"You don't have to be afraid of letting my hear you. I want to hear everything, darling." Wanted to hear her scream his name, whimper as he filled her, and the exact difference between how she sounded in pleasure and pain.

His mouth trailed along her jaw, nipping lightly, wanting nothing more than to mark her skin. His other hand trailed down to take hold of her other hip in preparation. Loki would even murmur a count in her ear - one, two, three - before he pulled her suddenly, firmly down, driving up past her body's resistance and into her sex in the same moment.

She wasn't a virgin, but it had been a long time. Living out of what was, at least on the surface, a rural bed and breakfast with four other adults had never made it easy, and the amount of deception involved in meeting anyone. There had been a fling with the lead guitarist of Dead Rent, but since that short and ill-fated relationship with Todd, nothing had really gone well. Claudia wanted something that didn't always involve lying and making excuses for odd hours and even odder travel plans.

Loki wasn't that, but he did want her, maybe even needed her for something, although she still didn't know what. The collar he'd placed on her meant that even when she tilted her head to give him better access as he nipped her skin, there were some sensitive spots he couldn't reach. The thought of him marking her, something to remind her of this ran goosebumps along her skin.

It almost distractracted her from the count, but when he drove into her, she couldn't help a wordless scream, arching as he filled her more completely than anyone before. Her nails bit deep into the skin of his shoulders, needing to hold on, to be held as each deep, shuddering breath trembled through her, around him.

She was so hot, so tight, and yet her body gave beneath his insistence, opening for him obediently as the rest of her. It had been a long time, much as Loki hated to admit as much to himself, since he'd fucked anyone, let alone as hard or as thoroughly as he meant to have Claudia. So as she screamed, he groaned, low and harsh through his teeth, and had to take a minute simply to adjust to the tight heat of her sex stretched around his cock.

He couldn't hold her, but let her cling to him, welcomed it. Both his hands were holding tightly to her hips instead to the point that his nails bit into her skin. All the better to drag her slowly the rest of the way down until he was well and truly hilted inside her, their bodies pressed flush together. All the while, he murmured to her, low and heated. "Beautiful girl. My Claudia. Just a bit more, just a bit deeper, Norns you feel wonderful around me. Good girl, good, you scream so beautifully..."

It was dizzying, how close she was, how tight. He could feel every beat of her heart as a pulse around him, her every breath shuddering her body against his.

"Feel me," he growled to her, before nipping lightly at her earlobe. He did hold her then, held her close and still for a moment. He wanted her to fully accept how it felt to take him...because this would not be the only time. Almost certainly not even the only time tonight. "Feel how deep I am. How you're stretched open around me. I'm going to fill you so full that you'll forget where you end and I begin. I want to drive out everything but my mark on your body, and I'm going to train your beautiful body until it fits me perfectly."

She didn't know if it was his magic or his touch or his voice or just how long it had been, but in this moment she would have given him anything he asked. Every bruise, every mark would be worth it, because they showed he'd claimed her. It was all she could do not to rake her nails down his back and leave marks of her own.

"Yes," she breathed, rolling her hips, moving against him, just a little, his heat driving into her like a blade, cutting through any resistance she had to this. "Loki, god, yes..."

He guided Claudia to roll her hips again, and again, driving himself up into her in the same moment with a tireless strength. Training her in just how he wanted her to move, and at the same time seeking out just what angles and places inside her most pleased the girl. His grip was firm enough to bruise, his pace rough and deep, but Loki still wanted to find out just how best to make her come screaming. His other hand tangled in Claudia's hair, tugging her head just slightly to the side. The better to bare her throat above her collar and fix his lips to the racing pulse point of her throat. He grazed his teeth possessively over the spot, before setting to work sucking in a deep red mark.

It was only his voice and his touch for now, but it wasn't as though Loki was unpracticed in reducing mortals to whimpering pleas with those alone. In a while, though, when she truly fell apart, magic would seal her fate and finish binding her to him.

The way he held her head to mark her throat limited how she could move, but she still tried, riding him bruisingly deep inside, each stroke hampered as he ran into the end of her, dragging over spots that made her gasp, breath coming faster with every moment.

And then, almost like a switch had been thrown, her body gave that final push, opening wide as she came, writhing, nails leaving bloody furrows on his back, screaming out wordlessly as her vision sparkled around the edges with the strength of what he was doing.

It didn't surprise him that Claudia came so easily, despite her earlier hesitance. Even just the length of time he'd kept her was a long time to go without sex, setting aside however long she might have denied herself before. Even in the heat of sensations driven into her, she tried so admirably hard to keep up with his pace. But Loki didn't come when his pet did - he hadn't taken quite enough. But that was fine, as he hadn't intended to let her off with just one release tonight anyway.

Loki didn't relent even as the came, wringing every last second out of her release and sucking another hard red mark into her neck. He hissed in mingled pleasure, pain, and satisfaction as her nails dug into his back. It took a supreme effort of will to stop, even for a moment. But when she was spent and trembling, Loki did, stilling his hard, aching cock inside her for a moment. The better to pull away enough to meet her gaze, tipping her chin up so she would be sure to meet his.

"Who do you belong to?" His eyes were hooded and still burning with lust. His voice was a low growl, that vibrated with harmonics of magic power. All the better to impress his will down upon her weakened, newly pliant mind. He meant to carve the answer into her consciousness as deeply as her own name, and Claudia might even be able to feel it, as tendrils of mist creeping through her thoughts.

Claudia shuddered again, in reaction to his voice, the feel of him sliding through her mind in a way that felt just as intimate as his body inside hers. More, because she knew nobody else could do this, and he had her. Caught like a rabbit in a snare, a mouse in a serpent's gaze, she looked at him through eyes that were nearly all pupil.

"I am yours," Claudia said, and somewhere, deep in the quiet recesses of her thoughts, that tiny piece that still struggled to defy him wept.

It was the answer he'd been expecting, after all the care he'd taken to make sure it was the only answer she would think to give. That didn't make hearing it any less of a thrill.

"Yes," Loki whispered fiercely, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to her lips. "You are mine. And what a fine prize you make." There was undisguised admiration in his voice. The fond affection in his gaze, mingling with dark lust, was even sincere. It was only that Loki often found it almost impossible to feel any sort of affection for things he didn't own.

His hold on her shifted in anticipation of what would come next, meaning to steady her as he coaxed Claudia down onto her back without pulling out of her. All the same, he was unable to resist touching her just a bit further, and bent his head to lick a long, wet stripe up between her breasts before murmuring: "Lay back, pet. I hope you don't think I'm finished with you."

His voice, his praise made her tremble in anticipation. She knew now that what she'd called love before was pale to the devotion Loki could claim from her. The feel of his mouth on hers, his tongue between her breaths, they were gifts he bestowed because he found her worthy, somehow.

He guided her down, and even shifting that much made her moan as the angle changed slightly between them. She knew that he would make her writhe and scream, unable to think with the pleasure of him filling her, pounding flesh into flesh.

"I never want you to be..."

Once he had her laid out on her back, Loki slid a hand beneath Claudia's body to easily lift her hips with one hand. Just enough to make sure he could fuck her just as deeply as before. He didn't want her to be able to think. He just wanted her to feel him.

"You feel wonderful," he murmured, voice halfway between a whisper and a growl. Loki gave a slow roll of his hips, drawing almost all the way out of her before thrusting hard back in. She was slick from already coming once, and it was easier than ever to fill her. The pace he set was slow, at first, deliberately so. "You sound divine. Especially when you scream my name."

He bowed his head to fix his mouth just over one breast to suck in another mark.

Claudia couldn't help but shiver in reaction to that tone in his voice, the way it rolled through her in the same way his body was. She couldn't help arching into him, moving her hips as much as his grip allowed to bring him deeper inside her. The slow pace was nearly torture, and she couldn't help begging, nearly incoherent with need. He was her god, her master, and she would be the one to please him, screaming his name as he filled her.

She couldn't imagine why she'd resisted for so long, because his regard was like the sun, and she would bask in it even if she burned. "Please, Loki, please..."

Only when she begged would he increase his pace, fucking her hard and fast and deep as she could take. He was her god now, her master, and he would scour her clean of everything but him.

That undeniable knowledge was as desperately arousing to Loki as the feel of Claudia's body pliant and wanting beneath his. Loki burned and ache, feeling himself nearing the edge, his mind empty of everything but the frantic desire to wring another climax out of both of them.

"I'm going to come inside you," he growled in her ear as he drove into her. "You've finally proven yourself worthy of that, pet. Worthy of me to truly claim you. You are mine, Claudia, truly mine, and I will never let you go."

Loki pushed in once, twice more, and then with a long, loud moan that he muffled against her chest, he buried himself to the hilt inside her one last time and came long and blissfully hard.

Claudia felt tears burning in her eyes at that, because she had defied him so often, and fought his care, even though all he wanted was her. She wanted to weep with relief at the fact that had forgiven, and was willing to take her as his so completely. That feeling was almost enough to bring her, but then he came, pushing her so far over the edge that she had no idea where he ended and she began.

That he'd taken her like this, taught her to be his, claimed her in every way she knew to express was like a dream, but she knew it was real, and that she'd give anything to never lose this again.

_{[idk if you're up for OCs but Llijah here is like...annoyingly happy and innocent and I feel like Loki would just love to ruin him XD ]}

((ooc: Sounds good. Care to start us off?))

_{[ ; A ; I'm actually still new to DWRP so I'm pretty bad at starting...Would you mind giving it a go instead? I'm sorry.]}

[ooc: I have a werewolf if you'd be interested in having Loki ruin him. Mindfucking is totally A-OK. I can set something up, if you'd like~]

((ooc: If you have an idea for how to start, go ahead!))

Their relationship had always been a battle of wills, neither one giving ground to the other, especially not when other gods were gathered. If they had just given in to that sexually charged tension, perhaps it never would have come to this. But Freya had been searching for Óðr, her frequently absent husband, and Loki had his own arrangements and children.

Those commitments were long past.

Who remembered what the argument was this time? But he reached for the often used name calling, a whore spreading her legs for everyone who looked at her twice and she derided him for pranks and trickery and fooling others to have his way with them. An old song with words long memorized.

( ...does she look like she's good at ruining anything? )

( AHAHAHAHAHA oh god, the ruiner. The ruiner of WORLDS.

Just an fyi, Tomie doesn't love anyone. She's actually incapable of love, being a terrible abomination of a demon and all.

However, Tomie can induce love and crazed lust into just about anyone, though she mostly sticks to men because she views them as being more easily manipulated by her chosen form of an incredibly beautiful and youthful girl. This power comes with a giant drawback, of course: the men under her spell go mad with jealousy, turning violent and usually attacking Tomie herself. Go figure. Due to those attempts on her life, she unsurprisingly dies. More surprisingly, she comes back to life every single time, with whatever body part being severed becoming a new Tomie to go out into the world and stir shit up.

tl;dr she's an Elderitch horrorterror from beyond the bounds of time whose main goal is to make people adore her in a way that ultimately destroys herself - the quintessential hedonist. )

*Kinks! Chiaki's definitely on the "getting ruined" side of things.*

RUIN YOU FOR ANYONE ELSE

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yukina ( yu yu hakusho ) ota

Tomie | Junji Ito's Tomie | OTA

Kirie Goshima | Uzumaki

Hanaoka Chiaki | Together With Onii-chan! | m/m