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Jan 2015
Golden body like a Viking Warrior
Hair to match, long with tiny braids
Hands so large, her D cup fit perfectly
Piercing aurelian eyes send chills

Soft tones escape parted lips
"I am the beast Loki"
A moment given for the beauty to adjust
"Perhaps you hast heard thy name?"

Unable to belie've eyes nor ears
Locks of coal shake in ascent
Peeking up drinking in this form, so gorgeous
How could such beauty be evil

Leaning forward sharp nailed fingertip
Glides lightly over a ruby lip
Chuckling as the sweet smell of desire permeates his olfactory
Gasping at his touch, heart pounds

What must the innocent maiden do to rid his attentions
Laughing there it was again
"You will be Mine young sweetness"
"Oh yes young Eir"

Suddenly pulled into a tight embrace
Gasps at the tingles radiating beneath Sun kissed flesh
His hands gently caress arms, back, sides
Heat akin to Fire roars
Tight peaks push against silk gown

She feels perfect in His arms
Every goosebumps, flush, and breath
Is felt, heard and seen
His world begins to feel complete
Dreams were no substitute

Doe like blues lift
a look of shock within their depths
Eir was shocked at the blatant betrayal
Completely under his spell
Desire coursing through out

Scenery changes in a flash
No longer out in the mountainous landscape
Walls of purest blue
Matching her eyes
Lilting music explores the air to glide across the ears

Nothing scarey evil here
Everything looks pure and innocent
As is her heart and body
Fear now absent, replaced by curiosity
Desire, warmth, and tranquility

Broad shouldered hard lips lean in
Pressing lightly to pliant ones
Spirals of heat roar throughout both bodies
Not wanting to scare her more
the kiss is broken
A rush of breath coats his cheek

"Yes young Eir, you will be Mine"
Shuddering at the gentle but knowing words
Hooded eyes close completely as curls rest upon the muscled chest
Lifting the lithe form quickly
Placing her gently onto the deeply cushioned bed

Loki walks to His chair
Sinking hard into the softness
He has to go slow
Real slow
or
Loose his black heart forever
Does evil deserve love?  Will Loki make Eir His?
Written by Niyahlove all rights reserved
Jennifer Humphrey
Written by
Jennifer Humphrey  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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