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canyouhearthelight · 4 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 133

Whew. I finally get a chance two queue chapters and add to my buffer! Yayyy me! Kind of long author’s note, feel free to skip to the readmore.

Seriously, though, I managed to only work 5ish hours of OT this week instead of the 25/wk I’ve been clocking the last several weeks. It’s been a ride, for sure. Thank you for bearing with me through this frankly-insane time.

@baelpenrose and I have had more chances to write together in real-time, which considering both our schedules and living 3 timezones apart has been a delightful miracle and I will never take it for granted ever again.

@anotherusrname and @the-raven-fae have been very encouraging of my efforts to work less, which - it turns out - has been a huge concern for oh, my entire family... Sorry I worried you all. :( I’m trying to do better! Swear I have vacations coming up!

@charlylimph-blog has just been... such a support. She literally texts me every night at 10pm my time to tell me to take my most important medications. Sainted Eldritch Fae cannot be appreciated enough, and somehow I have two.

Final shout outs go to @snickerfritz, @just-a-pastel-bunny, and @eldritchmoths for love-bombing my inbox recently. Seeing anyone speed-run through this story lets me know that I’m not wasting my time.

Don’t forget to check out the podcast!! AhhhhH! I want to scream in delight each time a new episode is released!

Focus, I told myself, breath coming in short pants. It was easier said than done, with sweat dripping into my eyes while I constantly tried to pay attention to where I was safe to move to without putting myself in the line of fire. Seeing the incoming hit, I ducked and pivoted to my left -

“Oof,” I grunted as I took a blow to the ribs. I managed not to be winded or fall, but I was pretty sure something just broke.

A voice taunted me. “You have got to get better at keeping your guard up.”

“I am,” I panted. “My ribs are a lot tougher than my face.” Refusing to be distracted, I jumped back from the next hit and started circling wide.

“And I hit harder than your sister.”

Yeah, well broken ribs are for bitches, I thought to myself. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had a broken rib before. I was fine. Out of reflex more than forethought, I pivoted my leg and bent my knee to absorb the shock of the next hit - this one to the thigh. Grabbing the offending leg, I held tight around the calf with one arm before shoving upwards on the heel with the other, dropping him onto his back.

Unfortunately, the kick to the chin I got as a result also landed me on my back.

Like an exceedingly annoying ninja, Arthur sprang to his feet before holding out a hand to help me up off the floor. “You should have expected that.”

I scowled and rubbed my jaw. “Why am I sparring with you again?”

“Because Tyche’s busy and I’m the only other person willing to actually hit you hard enough to teach you anything.”

Rolling my neck, I tried to relieve some of the tension that was setting in. “It’s not like aliens are going to know Terran hand-to-hand combat,” I pointed out as I took my stance for the next round. This time, his movement was a lot more fluid, which told me he was going for grappling instead of striking.

The kick I almost took to the face told me that his stance was also a lie.

There wasn’t any time for trash-talking, this time around. I could barely find time to breathe as he aggressively attacked, although I barely managed to avoid him actually touching me. I wasn’t an idiot - if he got a hold of me, I would be waking up from a forced nap with a sore throat. However, after what felt like an eternity and was probably only about five minutes, the odds of keeping it up were dwindling. My heart was pounding in my ears, my lungs were searing with the effort of trying to keep up with it, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I had enough stamina to outlast him. The man ran a 5k a day as a warm up. Even more humiliating, I had spent the entire time running and dodging without even a chance to mount a counter to any of it.

Finally, I was spent. Every time I tried to raise my hands, they shook so badly that there was no chance of landing a hit, even if I had the opportunity. My legs were trembling, my knees burned, and the broken rib felt like someone was twisting a hot blade into my side. Feeling defeated, I dropped my hands and squared my feet up. The blow to the solar plexus was unsurprising, as was the chokehold he put me in as soon as I doubled over. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the first time this had happened while sparring with him - or even with Tyche.

I was so frustrated. No matter how much I sparred with either of them, I felt like I hadn’t gained any ground. The whole point to training so hard was to prove that I actually could defend myself. Councilor or not, the thought that I was going to be shoved in the back of the Archives in the event of an attack was insulting. Not only that, it was even more insulting than the time I had round-the-clock guards. No one else had to put up with this, why did I?

“Tap out, Sophia,” he warned me. He wasn’t squeezing yet, but he had his arm locked tightly enough that I couldn’t get my head out. When I silently refused, he sighed and applied pressure, pissing me off even more.

I’m not helpless, I growled at myself. The anger at myself and the frustration with the situation flooded my mind, and I started pulling against the hold with my legs.

“You’re going to break your neck,” he grunted as he leaned the opposite direction. I may not have had his stamina, but I could also leg-press nearly five-hundred pounds. He could let go, or lean back, no other options.

Spots were floating in front of my eyes when I felt his posture change, and as soon as I felt it, both my arms swung up. Assuming I was going to hit his face, he leaned back even further…

Right into the path of my cupped hands, which hit his ears hard enough to bruise both my hands.

“Ow, FUCK!” he shouted, the pain of his ruptured ear drums distracting him just enough that I was able to pull my head free.

As soon as I stood, he reached up to one of his ears, only to pull his hand away and see blood. “Son of a - “ he stopped when he realized what happened. “Huh. That… that is a pretty neat trick.”

Oh, just you wait, I thought to myself.

Sure enough, as soon as he tried to shift his weight for another assault, he stumbled. Trying to compensate, he made it even worse and ended up falling flat on his back. Dropping his head to the mat in defeat, he splayed his limbs out to try to gain some sense of equilibrium. “Oh that is cool,” he muttered, obviously for my benefit since he couldn’t exactly hear himself.

I managed to get him to his feet and drag him to the corridor as the medical transport arrived - there was no way I was going to try to walk him to a medbay. Once his eardrums were restored - along with his internal balance - Arthur stood and stared me down. “That was a dirty trick, Sophia.” Without warning, I was suddenly pulled into a crushing hug. “I am so proud of you. Do that, a lot of it.”

“Can’t breathe,” I gasped.

He released me, stepping back. “Right. The rib.”

I tried to wave him off. “It’s just a broken rib. I’ll be fine.”

“Medbay.” He gestured around the room. “Stop being stubborn.”

“You’re overreacting - “

“If you trip and fall, which you will, you can puncture a lung.”

“Hasn’t happened yet.”

“It’s been broken all of ten minutes. Medbay. Now.”

I glared at him. “If you think this is the first broken rib I’ve had, you’re insane. It’s not even the fiftieth.”

“Stop reminding me that I can’t go back to Earth and kill someone who is hopefully dead anyway. You made me go to the medbay for some broken teeth after the fight with Jokul. Also, with your luck it’s a miracle you haven’t killed yourself by breathing, and I am not going to be the one who’s next up on Tyche’s shit list. Go. Medbay. Now.”

I opened my mouth to argue again, but was cut off by swearing and Arthur literally just picking me up and dropping me in the closest berth. With exactly zero shame, he pinned me down by my shoulders and hips while one of Noah’s avatars held me down from the other side and scanned, then healed, my broken rib - both of them, it turns out. Finally, they both let go of me. “Can I leave now?” I asked petulantly.

“Only if you tell me the eardrum trick so I can figure out how to use it on other species.”

Sliding off the berth and to my feet, I ran a hand through my hair. “Easy. You just cup your hands so there aren’t any cracks between your fingers, like this.” I demonstrated. “And then try to clap your hands through someone’s head, right over the ears. Force of the air ruptures the ear drums, and the trauma reaction kills their spatial sense and balance.” When he tilted his head at the simplicity of it, I shrugged. “Women’s self-defense classes.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “Speaking of women and self-defense, we have got to get you more in the habit of striking and blocking with your legs. Pretty sure you’d kick like a horse if you tried.”

“If I kick you, I’ll break something.”

“Your legs are a lot tougher than you think - “

“I meant something on you,” I clarified, staring at the ground.

I didn’t look up, but I could hear the savage grin in his voice at what he said next. “Oh, we have got to try this.” When my head snapped up, sure enough, he was smiling. “If you can land a kick on me, I won’t even be mad if you break something. But that’s not what I meant.”

“You want me to test it on someone else?” That wasn’t exactly a better option.

He rolled his eyes. “Maverick literally does calibrations for a living. Pretty sure he’s got something that measures impact force. Then we do the math from there.”

“I feel like I’m on an episode of MythBusters,” I grumbled as we headed out of the Medbay and back towards my office.

“I know!” he agreed enthusiastically.

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dani-luminae · 3 years ago

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OKAY IM BREAKING FROM MY WORK TO COMMENT. We absolutely stan Silver in this house!! Just protecting the kids however he can! an icon. And his moment with Lia was so good. Ahhh and Ben still doubting himself even after what he's done for the kids and how he's literally leading the charge to get them free was so sad - no, Ben! You've done so much good that Mal had nothing to do with! You've got this! (And he pretty much did save the day at the cotillion, he jumped in the water and got them to stop fighting.) I'm hoping Lia will be able to get his confidence levels up, she certainly has a lot of it herself! The way Lia was just straight up haunting the ship was so eerie and cool, I was picturing Eris from Sinbad, just in terms of her flying through and messing with things - the same sort of fluidity I guess. Im gonna enjoy seeing her interact with Ben and the kids now that she's with them - it's gonna be hard to act "normal" after appearing from nowhere but I cannot wait to see it 👀 And all the kids are so tough I love them 😭 just the powerful aura of Lia with her sword and holding Ben and just walking away from the pirates and dropping into the lifeboat- so cool. If it were a movie I'm picturing this whole chapter would have a very fast, tense but badass soundtrack playing, but then when Lia grabs the sword and Ben, the music would cut short and the scene would be dead silent up until the end of the chapter when Ben passes out - or have some sort of soft, maybe eerie but powerful music playing very quietly. Those are the vibes I get. Loved this chapter!! Excited for next time! 💖

YAYYY I LOVE YOUR COMMENTS AND REVIEWS SO MUCH

Yes Silver is the best!!!!!! He may be a morally grey pirate but he does have a soft spot for kids. I will add that he's not aboard the Gruesome Gangler for no reason, so soon enough I hope we'll have a reason to stan him even more!

Yeah, that moment with Ben there is kinda heartbreaking. I didn't even originally plan that moment, it just happened. (And yes I understand that Ben was the real hero of Cotillion but canon - and therefore Auradon - kinda ignore that so even Ben understates his hand in keeping everyone safe, which is why he thinks Mal saved the day there.)

The kids are all so tough! All of them! I love them so much, which is amazing for a bunch of side-characters I made up and named on the spot lol.

This version of Lia is so fun to write! I envision her motions as an Etherial as like a combo of Eris from Sinbad and Hades from the animated Hercules, like able to mold their own reality in a way and unbound by silly things like physics and logic. Which means yes, Etherial Lia can absolutely be spooky space goddess sometimes, haunting the ship and being wrathful and destroying whatever she wants. (She's gonna be one heck of a match for Hades, I can tell you that!)

That moment she appears as a normal person (kinda) is one of my favorite parts - and it wasn't even planned originally! My original ending for this chapter was that Ben was wounded but managed to still try and get to the lifeboat, only to fall nearly overboard - into open space - but "starlight" catches him and pulls him aboard and suddenly, there's a girl. But as the scene played out it was clear that Ben wouldn't even be able to get that far without some help, so... Etherial to the rescue! Random new girl here to save the day, and she's so powerful and scary that even the pirates don't want to mess with her!

For the writing of this chapter, I switched through various Pirates of the Caribbean soundtracks as well as some Little Mermaid-affiliated videos. This POTC one from Ambient Worlds, as well as this Little Mermaid attraction queue music from Cinemagic Park Ambience, are some of my favorites. (In fact, I rather imagine that a bit of that LM queue music could fit for the "quiet/eerie music" you describe!)

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you loved the chapter!

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drxmypirate · 4 years ago

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Dark Disciple aka How I let yet another fictional piece of art break me, shatter my heart

So I read Dark Disciple two days ago and I love it so much I can’t even put it in words. I was crying and sobbing then and I sit here today still crying and sobbing over the ending and its brilliance

i love i love i love it

SPOILERS AHEAD:

I did heave some expectations when I bought the book although i did not know what they were. I simply hoped that it would be good. All of those hopes and expectations have been exceeded and more.

I did not think much of Quinlan Vos before but now I love him, I liked Ventress much before but now i love her. And i could have never imagined I’d love the two of them together that much.

The story begins and it’s amazing. I realise LOVE STORY LOVE STORY YAYYY IT’S BEAUTIFUL and read on and on and it gets better and better. They talk about running away together AAAHHH I LOVE IT

IT JUST FEELS LIKE STAR WARS AND AT THE SAME TIME IT SEEMS LIKE A FANFICTION - I LOVE IT

I read on and realise I’m not even halfway through the book. BUT THEY’RE HAPPY NOW. Let’s just end it here and say they lived happily ever after.

But then they go on to their assassination and of course everything goes terribly wrong.

Up to this point I had to stop after everry fey lines because it was so beautiful and sweet and amazing and I needed to cope with my felings. But then startet the part where I had to stop every line because I was afraid to read on. MY POOR BABYS being seperated and tortured and suffering- both on their own. And then when she came to rescue but he was already gone and broken by all the agony and anguish and torment I didn’t dare to read more than a line at once.

I love it so much I couldn’t stop reading but at the same time had to pause to recover frommy feelings

And then he was back and you cold tell something was not right BUT WHAT IS IT. Very smart of you (writer) to not show his perspective and let me in the dark, figure it all out as it goes on

And all the time, whenever I think CAN IT GET EVEN WORSE. CAN’T THEY JUST LIVE PEACEFULLY HAPPILY EVER AFTER there’s another turn or revelation

And we come to the last part. Quinlan seems lost. He’s acting dumb dumb DUMB. IDIOT JUST LEAVE THE DARK SIDE BE AND RUN AWAY IT’S NOT THAT HARD: And he acts just like Ani in ROTS- he simply doesn’t stop when he could be happy. AAAAHHH he deserves to be happy

And then theres suffering. Everyone is suffering I’m suffering because I think it can’t again turn worse.

And just like that the last few chapters happen. And I’m shattered as I realise Ventress wom’t recover from this. I didn’t realise it immediately but when i did it hit me - and I started crying and sobbing and more crying and more sobbing. NONONONO THEY WERE HAPPY. BUT MY POOR QUINLAN VOS TURNED TO THE LIGHT AT LAST NOW THeY COULD BE HAPPY and i still can’t believe she’s gonna die. SOMETHING HAS TO HAPPEN: SOMETHING IS GONNA HAPPEN, RIGHT? SHE’S NOT GONNA JUST DIE LIKE THAT and then she just dies like that and i have to read the part again because i can’t believe my eyes. Im crying and sobbing and as i read it again i cry more and realise she’s actually dead

How did I not know she was gonna die? How could I think she would just live on. Befor this book i thought she would just live on on her own. THen I thought she would be happy WITH QUINLAN VOS

Still in tears i read the last chapter and cry some more as it ends

Dark Disciple is a piece of art. Its truly wonderful and i can’t put my love for it in words. I love Star Wars as a whole and I love this book in specific.

It’s a masterpiece and perfectly fits into Star Wars.

I love the story, the lovestory. And I love how both Asajj Ventress and Quinlan Vos get their redemption arc. Ventress got pardoned for her war crimes and actually showed that this pardon and the trust the jedi placed in her was justified. Vos got his redemption as well, and i think both his fall to the dark side and his redemption arc are perfectly done. I especially love how we get to see him fall to the dark side and how all of it unfolds.

We also get to see how desperate the jedi council gets towards the end of the Clone Wars, they’re willing to assassinate their enemy and they talk about executions, both measure are obviously far from the jedi way. And I also think that this is perfectly leading up to ROTS.

The lovestory between Ventress and Quinlan i think is beautiful and it is written amazingly, as is the whole book. It is just tragic how they start off and seem so happy and then everything falls apart somehow. i simply love this book and i ca’nt say it often enough. They certainly deserved a happily ever after and im already looking forward to seeing what brilliant fanfictions there are.

I see that to those who prefered the old Canon/Legends story of Quinlan Vos - i’m not really familiar with it and therefore only know it exists and that it’s very different- and those who insist on Ventress being a Lesbian, that it might not be what makes their hearts and souls happy and that they would preferd to have canon different. I love this book and the story and it just makes me happy and sad and a ton of other emotions at the same time.

As there already is so much toxicity within the Star Wars fandom, I just want to say that i respect when sombody doesn’t like a certain part of Star Wars but I think we should still come to see that Star Wars as a whole is simply beautiful and there should never be hatred against somebody based on whether or not somebody likes something or not.

I truly love Star Wars and i’m excitet for all that is to come. This book has a very special place in my heart and I can only say, one last time: I love it.

If anyone read this far, I’m impressed and want to say thank you. Writing all of this helped me cope with my own feelings about this book because i love it so much I can’t stop talking about it and I can’t concentrate on anything else but i think now i’m ready to go on with my life. When I look into all of social media there is so much hate among us all, and if we can’t even stop this and get along WITHIN ONE FANDOM how can one think about harmony for the whole world, which is something I sincerely hope we achieve some day.

I wish all of you a bright and shining year and hope only the best for the future

#dark disciple #star wars #star wars the clone wars #asajj ventress #quinlan vos #i love i love i love this book #i'm so glad i read this book #it's truly beautiful

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your-highnessmarvel · 7 years ago

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California ~ part seven

Summary: She had always wanted a future of power and fulfillment. She’d always imagined she would be a woman of conviction, a woman to choose how her life would lay ahead of her. Yet sometimes, things are arranged for you, and there is nothing to be done but to go gentle into the night.

A/N: Yayyy, I updated successfully! Praise me. Hope you guys enjoy this highly anticipated chapter! Pppplease leave feedback, really, it helps!

Parings: Loki x OC, mentions of Thor x Sif

Word count: 3305 (shit)

Warnings: Smut, language, SLIGHTLY DUBCON SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR THING, PLEASE DO NOT READ

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“Wife.”

“Husband.”

The tension was so thick, so present, that Cali could have cut it with a knife. Her fingers were trembling, clutching her gown, her loose hair tickling her bare arms. Her eyes looked at anything but him. She didn’t want to think about what had to happen, what duty called of them. She wanted to close her eyes, to land somewhere where not even Loki’s agile fingers could get to her.

Her sanity was slipping.

The coy appearance he had been displaying at the wedding and the banquet hall had vanished. The mask had slipped. He was back to feeling like a storm, a tornado. He was back to making the girl feel as if she was living her very last moments.

“Don’t be scared,” he said, his voice low. He looked angelic in the dim lighting of their new quarters. His short strands of raven hair were tousled, his eyes alight with a fire only she knew burned for her.

“I am not,” she answered, voice wavering, bottom lip quivering. She didn’t want him to take her the way she knew he wanted to. Savagely. Like animals. As if she didn’t matter.

“You’re shaking like a leaf,” he muttered, his tone now disinterested. He moved harshly, making the brunette-his wife- flinch ever the slightest. “Something the matter?”

Her fear turned to anger, and now she wanted to hurt him. Her teeth clenched, shaking fingers closing into fists, eyes turning burning red with calamity. He was acting so nonchalant, walking to the dresser and taking off the golden accessories that had been on his armor.

“I hate you,” she grumbled between clenched teeth. He turned to her, midway from taking off his sleeve jewels, his left eye cocked innocently.

“Such big words for such a little lady,” he retorted sarcastically. “Or shall I say, princess.”

You could almost hear the growl leaving her chest. Like an animal, she lunged at him, smacking him right across the cheek. His skin flashed red, eyes closing as he tried to contain his anger, jaw clenched almost painfully.

She stood there, panting with anger, eyes searching his face for any kind of hurt she could salvage to make herself feel a tiny bit better. But then he turned a burning gaze upon her, filled with loathing, filled with murderous intent. She took one step back, not losing her resolve, but she knew she was done for.

“These nuptials shall start with a punishment, my love?” he growled, making her heart beat erratically within her chest. She wanted to hit him again, harder, to draw blood, to make him feel just how awfully he was making her. But she knew one time was enough. Her hands balled into fists, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

He took a small step forward, closing the distance between them. “Do I need to teach you how to behave?” he asked, louder, intent on getting an answer.

“You lay a hand on me and I swear I wi-“

He grabbed her forearm, effectively interrupting her, making her squeak unintentionally. Her heart bashed against her breastbone, her pulse racing in her veins, breath coming out in short puffs.

“What will you do, huh?” he growled low in his chest, eyes a green torment. But she knew he was taking pleasure in this. He was so close to her that he could have just moved an inch, and he’d be kissing her.

When she didn’t reply, he threw her out of his grasp, circling her like a predator does to prey. She stood there, frowning, anger flaring from every pore of her being. Her hair had been slightly disheveled in her attempt to harm him, but the rest of her had remained unscathed.

He, however, was taking his sweet time to undress himself. She could hear the metal of his armored suit. When he came standing before her, he made a show of shrugging off his armor and letting it clang to the floor.

“What did you think was going to happen?” he asked, voice now back to his nonchalant disguise. The brunette clenched her teeth even harder, nails drawing blood from within her palms. “Did you think you’d slap some sense into me? Or maybe I’d let you smack me around like that for fun?”

The girl took a step back, turning towards the opened window, arms crossing over her chest.

“Tell me!” he almost yelled. The young woman jumped, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, trying to cover the tears of anger in them.

“I just wanted to hurt you!” she yelled back, still not facing him. “Because I hate you!” Her shoulders heaved, tears oh so ready to stain her cheeks. “I hate you so much for the way you make me feel.”

“You’re angry because I can make you cum when probably no one else in this realm can?” he grumbled, his choice of words making the girl flinch yet again. “That’s okay. Little lady only thinks about herself, yet again.”

She frowned, turning to him slowly, cautiously. “What?”

“You never stopped to think about how I feel in all of this?” he asked, gesturing with his hands. He looked different without his armor; less of a warrior and more like a simple man. His green leathers and black wool made him look so mundane. “You don’t care about anything but your little feelings, right? No, no, don’t worry about Loki, who’s been forced to marry Vanir filth in order to please the realms!”

Anger flared up in her like a fire. “Filth?!” she yelled. “Am I the one who manipulates his way around and lies to everyone he knows? If I’m filth, then wow, Loki, that probably makes you the entire sack of dirt!”

His hand was clawing at the roots of her brunet mane faster than she could breathe. “You are my wife,” he growled, teeth clenched, “and you will talk to me with respect.”

With her head titled back forcefully, the tears that had welled in her eyes tickled down onto her temples, disappearing in her hairline. Her mouth hung slightly ajar. “And I don’t deserve yours?” she asked back bitterly.

He looked her over once, his eyes roaming her exposed neck and down to wear he could clearly view her cleavage. “There’s other things you deserve from me,” he grunted. He loosened his grip, free hand barely skimming along the exposed flesh of her abdomen. She shivered under his touch, her mind playing back all the wonderful and treacherous feelings her body felt while under his very touch. “Don’t you know,” he whispered. “Don’t you know just how good I can make you feel?”

Slowly, he brought both hands to her cheeks and lay a hard kiss on her mouth. She tried to be repulsed, really, she did. But even just the feel of his mouth on hers had her almost melting.

And she hated herself for that.

He broke away from the kiss, his eyes searching hers, a sly smirk on his lips. “My my,” he cooed, “I’ve already made such a mess of you, my darling.”

He had. Even though she wanted to hurt him so badly, there was such a fine line between love and hate. Just the brush of his fingers and the feel of his lips could make her forget the entire night, the entire part where his mask slipped off and she took a good peek into the darkness that was his soul. Her mind and her body had betrayed one another. Her flesh was already pin prickling with pleasure, her body wanting his, yet her mind was screaming at her uselessly.

He knew exactly how to play her. After all, he was the master of manipulation. She’d said so herself.

She wanted to hurt him so bad, but still, she let him walk her backwards until the backs of her knees were skimming the edge of the bed. She was looking down, effectively avoiding the darkness that was his eyes. His hands slithered down to her waist until he slowly turned her around.

Her back was pressed against his chest, fingers grazing her neck as he pushed her brown locks to one side. “How long I’ve waited for this,” he whispered, pecking her shoulder, causing her skin to bubble with goosebumps. His agile fingers took the cord of her corset and untangled the knot at the base of her spine. Slowly, with the girl panting and her heart in her throat, the prince unraveled the strings one at a time, pulling harshly enough to let her know that this, this, was punishment.

“Tell me, dear wife,” he drawled when he was halfway done with her strings, “have you ever been with a man besides me?” Her fingers twitched at her sides, eyes round and staring at the wall before her. She scanned the gold linen sheets, heart throbbing senselessly in her chest. When her silence had irritated him enough, he pulled violently on both ends of the string and brought her body flush against his. “Answer me,” he gritted.

“I have not,” she whispered. She could practically feel the devilish smirk on his lips as he continued untying her corset.

“There is much to learn, my princess,” he mumbled.

“There is much for you to learn, my dear husband,” she answered, voice breathy.

“And what’s that?” he asked in a distracted tone as he finished with her strings and roughly opened the garment. Her back was exposed to him, the air washing over her humid skin. His hands splayed along her flesh, skimming along her spine and on her shoulder blades.

“Love,” she whimpered, unable to concentrate when his hands were on her so softly.

He flipped her around until she was facing him. His face had contorted into anger, which he was trying hard to repress; flaring nostrils, torment in those forest green eyes. He was staring so intensely at her that she felt like she would break under his gaze.

Then she saw it; the monster. The darkness slithering in like smoke from a fire. His brows curled upward in feigned sadness, his hands reaching for her jaw. Cupping her face, he cooed, “you’re so sweet, my darling, for thinking that I could actually love you.”

He leaned in, and just when she thought he’d kiss her, he whispered, “I’ve never loved anyone but myself.”

“That’s not true,” she stated coldly. His eyes widened in shock; more shocked by her sudden tone than anything else. “A being filled with such hatred and agony has had to know love before. Only love can do this much damage.”

“Damage?” he growled. “You think you can fix me?”

“I think I can show you,” she answered confidently. With courage she didn’t know she had, she reached out for the buttons of his shirt. She popped the first one, watching as his stunned expression took in her actions. His eyes were round by the time she was halfway done with his shirt. “There is pleasure in being soft, in being caring,” she added when she had his entire shirt open. She glided her hands along his shoulders, bringing the garment off his body and crumpling to the floor.

She spun him gently until he was the one standing on the edge of the bed, his lips ajar, eyes watching her every move. The brunette slowly shrugged out of her already opened dress until it lay in a pool at her feet.

She stood in front of him, completely naked, exposed, watching as his burning green gaze trailed along his wife’s body.

With a tap of her finger, she had him sitting on the bed. She held his face in her hands, short raven locks curled in her fingers. Gently, as if trying not wake up a sleeping child, Cali straddled him; she fully naked and he still dressed in only his trousers. Seated on him, she brought her lips to his ear. “There is such pleasure in gentleness,” she whispered, grasping his hands in hers and guiding it between their bodies.

He’d never felt or seen such tenderness. With her, he’d always been straight forward; chasing a goal. He’d never wanted to take his time and explore the wonders of her body like he should, but now, taken by surprise, he was too shaken to make any other move.

She guided his fingers to wear her soaking flesh was waiting. He skimmed along the inside of her thigh, gliding over the slick folds.

“Do you see how my body reacts when you are gentle with me?” she asked in his ear, bringing his fingers closer to her clit. She rose on her knees, giving him more access, bringing her chest closer to his face.

He knew how to please a woman, but he’d never been taught in such a way. When his index rubbed slowly on her clit, the sweet yelp that came from her lips had him hard in his pants already. His green gaze stayed locked where his hand was, pleasuring her.

He rubbed slow circles, feeling her getting more and more wet, until she guided his hand to her core. He gathered the moisture already accumulated there onto his fingers, plunging one inside of her. She groaned deeply, arching her back into him. She was wet, so wet, for him.

He pumped in and out of her, curling his finger to glide along the spot that made her legs tremble. His free hand stabilized her on her back, holding her close enough for him to engulf one of her hardened nipples into his mouth.

Her head fell back, a cascade of brown locks gliding along her humid flesh, a wave of moans leaving her lips. He sucked and flicked his tongue on her nipple, engorging it within the warmth of his lips, while his finger continued to pump in and out of her at a slow rhythm.

She moaned his name, her hips starting to grind against his hand, searching for her own release. She was trembling in his arms, his tongue and mouth working her left breast while his finger brought her closer and closer. A warm, deep pressure built within her belly.

“I’m going to cum, Loki,” she moaned breathily, rocking her hips slightly, nuzzling her face within the crook of his naked shoulder. Her nipple popped out of his mouth with a loud wet noise.

He worked her clit with his thumb and soon, her legs were shaking like leaves and the pressure in her belly erupted. Stars danced behind her closed lids, walls clenching around his finger, moans leaving her lips repeatedly. Her orgasm washed over her in a heated wave, bringing a smile to her lips as she grind down on his hand.

But the small moment of happiness was soon washed away. In her moment of weakness, coming down from her high, Loki took the advantage to hoist her up into his arms and lay her flat on her stomach. Her face was in the silken pillows, golden sheets splayed around her like melted metal.

She wanted to protest, really, she did, but she had prepared her body for what was coming next. Her core still buzzed with need, empty of something, begging to be filled. Her skin itched to be touched again, her mind in a daze not easily breakable.

He settled between her legs, using one hand to bring her ass back towards him. He splayed his hands on the soft, silky flesh of her ass, giving it one tight squeeze. “All of this is mine,” she heard him growl.

She peeked back between strands of her brown hair. He was still in his trousers, but his cock had sprung free. Huge and hard, it lay between their bodies, tip engorged with blood, the shaft thick and pulsing with need.

His green orbs found hers, a smile etching on his face.

She braced herself when she felt him aligning himself with her, one hand on her hip to keep her in place. She was still soaking from her previous orgasm, but she knew she would feel the repercussion of such a big cock.

He eased into her in one long thrust, burying himself to the hilt, holding her hips down with one hand. The girl groaned painfully behind clenched teeth, hands balled into fists in the sheets. Pain seared on her flesh, his cock stretching her out completely, filling her to the brink.

He shuddered at her feel of her so tight around him, clenching in her unease. “All mine,” he growled, rolling his hips back and thrusting back in, causing her body to jolt along the mattress.

She whimpered, hiding it with a hiss. He was merciless, gripping her hip, preventing her from finding a better position to take him. But he couldn’t ignore how snug and tight she felt like this; on her stomach, ass up and all his for the taking.

She braced herself in the pillow, squeezing the sheets, mouth twisted in pain. He settled in a steady, rough rhythm, hips meeting hers with every thrust. The pain started to ebb away, making way for the tingles of pleasure to form in her belly, but far from what she had had with his fingers just moments earlier.

He leant in until his teeth were clamped onto her shoulder, effectively digging breaking the skin and marking her as is; like animals. She didn’t protest, the feel of him stretching her out so much preventing her from feeling anything else but that.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, gripping her hips, thrusting more and more roughly. He was close. “The only man you will have in your bed is me. I am the first and last to take you, forever.” His voice was like a growl, matching every thrust, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

She whimpered, hating herself for the pleasure she was beginning to feel within her as he slid against her tight walls. Her rational was telling her to yell at him, to push him off, but her irrational, her body, wanted nothing else but the sweet release on his cock.

She didn’t expect a second orgasm, so it surprised her more than it did him. Her legs shook, walls clenching impossibly tight around his cock, causing him to groan deep within his chest. Her lids fluttered, letting her orgasm and the pleasure wash through her and fill her up. Loki continued to hit that spot deep within her, riding out her high, making it feel like it would never end.

Her whimpers had turned to blissful moans the more he rocked within her. “Cumming for me again, my love,” he whispered, chuckling lowly in his chest. A slur of curses left his lips, hips sloppy, hands gripping her so tight he would surely leave bruises.

He groaned loudly, spending himself deep in her, giving one last, painful thrust before he collapsed over her.

They were left panting in unison, both of their eyes closed. Their skins were humid, hers marked by his teeth and fingers. She tried to enjoy the littlest of that moment; his fingers not hurting, but caressing, lips tender on her shoulder, chest heaving in rhythm with her breaths.

Yet it was all gone in a snap. He was standing, naked, walking out onto the balcony. She watched, still panting, her hair a mess and also her head. He was breathing hard, shoulders heaving, hair in a dark tangle.

He ventured into the darkness of the night, the stars peppering the charcoal sky beyond him. She watched, saying nothing, knowing there was already something triggered, something changing within him. Despite it all, she could accept it.

Rolling onto her back, Cali watched his dark figure illuminated by the moonlight.

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