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RUIN YOU FOR ANYONE ELSE

RUIN YOU FOR ANYONE ELSE MEME

Humans and humans-in-everything-but-name tend to have a intrinsic selfish streak in them. Nothing to be ashamed of, some of that is needed for self-preservation. What's yours is yours. You keep your territory your own so you can have have what you require for survival. Simple as that; there's no real malice behind it. Food, possessions, the odd entertainment here and there, nobody can blame you for wanting to have a few things to call your own. But people aren't things you can have. No, stop that. I know what you're thinking. Usually, and in proper company, people aren't things you can have.

Still, there may be a little tug at your mind when you're with someone telling you that you wish and hope that you're the only one their thinking of. Nobody wants their lover to be fantasizing about others when they're together. Maybe some dark part of you wishes they never would think of someone else in that way, that they'd never be able to get off quite as well with anyone besides you. Ruining them for anyone else...that sounds so needlessly cruel, but you can't help but let it pass through your mind.

Whether ruination is a serious thought or only a harmless fantasy, at any rate, in this meme your character has a desire to absolutely blow their character's mind, making them forget about any others. Of course, your character may also want to hear this straight from the horse's mouth, so to speak...

Comment with your character, preferences, and sundry. You're also going to want to include what role you're going to want to play, whether the "ruining" attempt is to be a serious one or just a lustful fancy, and any other related kinks you'd like to incorporate.
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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.

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