Sing to me

Chaste

      Ann was in a bad mood. She sat at the kitchen bar in the Avengers Tower, propping her head with one hand and staring at the untouched whiskey glass in front of her. The sunset flickered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sun slowly disappeared behind the nearby skyscrapers, illuminating their roofs with crimson rays. The spacious room gradually sank into the evening twilight.       Ann longed for the carefree days of her childhood, when she could curl up on the couch, wrap herself in a warm blanket, eat ice cream straight from the tub with a spoon, and watch some sappy love movie. But she was already an adult, an Avenger. It was too late to hide under a blanket and eat ice cream simply because life had become more complicated. So Ann remained seated at the bar, staring into the whiskey glass in the semi-darkness.       “Why so gloomy?” a voice suddenly sounded, Natasha’s voice.       Ann reluctantly looked at her friend who had just entered. Natasha clicked the switch, and the harsh white light from the ceiling lamp hit Ann’s eyes, making her squint in surprise.       “The weather is bad,” the girl murmured.       Natasha raised an eyebrow and smiled, showing that she didn’t believe her friend.       “Loki?” she asked briefly, taking out a bottle of beer from the fridge.       “Loki,” Ann sighed.       “Well,” Romanoff said, sitting down next to her, “tell me what’s going on between you two. Are you dating?”       “I don’t know,” Ann took a sip of whiskey and grimaced.       She never liked this drink, but unfortunately, Tony’s bar only had whiskey and beer to offer today—everything else had been consumed yesterday while celebrating another victory. Taking another gulp, Ann leaned back in her chair and, looking out the window at the dark violet and completely cloudless sky, continued:       “Can you imagine, during the entire time we’ve been 'dating, ' and that’s almost two months, all we do is hold hands and occasionally kiss,” Ann chuckled at the ridiculous memories that came to mind. “Although it’s hard to even call it kissing.”       “Why?” Natasha asked, taking a sip of beer straight from the bottle.       “Because it’s just a 'peck' on the lips. No tongues, no passionate nibbles on the lip, nothing like that. We haven’t even slept together once! Do you understand? Zero sex, zero kisses. We haven’t even simply laid in bed together.”       “Have you talked to him about it? Loki isn’t exactly a monk or celibate,” Natasha remarked.       Ann didn’t reply. Taking another sip of bitter whiskey, she only smiled sadly.       “I think I just don’t attract him in that way.”       Whiskey and a long evening conversation with Natasha did not help Ann calm down and sort out his relationship with Loki. The girl slowly walked along the dimly lit corridor of the tower to her room. No matter how much she tried, all her thoughts again and again returned to one dark-haired God. To his scarlet lips, sharp cheekbones, incredible blue eyes, to his strong arms and long legs.       How stupid this is.       Ann thought to herself, sighing bitterly.       She was in love with Loki. Although no, not like that. She was in love with him. Head over heels. She wanted to cuddle up to him, feel his warmth, kiss, hug and, lazily stretching in the morning, remember the wonderful nights spent together.       But it seems Loki didn’t want that. With all his cold attitude, too chaste kisses, he seemed to be hinting: “An, I don’t like you, I’m not attracted to you.”       But then why all this game with a couple? Walking hand in hand under the moon?       But Ann didn’t have time to think about this question. As soon as the door to her bedroom opened with a quiet and characteristic click, someone ran into the girl from behind, taking her by surprise. Ann’s hot body pressed her against the cold wall of the room, and her soft lips hungrily pressed into hers.       “Loki!” she moaned through the kiss.       The man broke the kiss and looked at Ann. His breathing was ragged, a vein was pulsating on his forehead, and a light, hitherto invisible to Ann, was playing in his blue eyes.       “What are you doing?” The girl asked in a whisper.       “I’m proving to you that I really like you.” the man said, again eagerly falling to Ann’s red lips.       Their kiss reeked of animal passion, beginning to inflame a burning desire somewhere inside. Ann didn’t understand what was happening, she just exposed her lips, face, and neck to Loki’s kisses, which this black-haired God mixed with bites, thereby exciting the girl more.       “Aaah!” Sweet words flowed from her lips.       She exposed her neck to Loki’s next bite and, arching, ran her fingers through the man’s long dark hair.       Through the light fabric of a light T-shirt, Loki saw how Ann’s nipples were swollen. It seems that such an insignificant thing as swollen nipples should not have blown the minds of the experienced God of Asgard, but no. It took a little bit away.       Loki’s cock began to press even further into his tight leather pants. Growling, either from the pain of the resting member, or from the growing excitement that just the smell of En gave him, what can we say about her moans or such a loose look, the man climbed with his cool hands under the girl’s pulled-up T-shirt and began to slowly explore the curves of her body. Feeling the swollen nipples, Loki began to pull them back a little and then massage his breasts. From such a simple game, Ann’s moans became louder, echoing in the dark room.

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      Ann didn’t notice how they ended up on a large snow-white bed and even naked (probably it was Loki’s magic). Her mind was clouded by Loki’s sweet touches, his burning kisses and frantic bites that left crimson marks all over the girl’s body.       “You are incredible!” Loki moaned, leaving another sweet and viscous kiss on Ann’s lips. “You’re driving me crazy!”       From these words and the feeling of fingers already caressing her clitoris, the girl again escaped a vulgar moan. She felt his long fingers slowly caressing her perineum, playing with her clitoris, and that wasn’t enough for her.       “Loki!” Moan again. “Ask!”       “What do you want?” the black-haired God asked in a hoarse voice, penetrating Ann with his fingers.       “I want you inside me!” the girl moaned again.       “I’m already in you.” Loki replied, increasing the pace of his fingers.       Ann bent under the man’s hot body, exposing her neck to him for kisses and pressing her bare breasts closer to him.       “Enter with your dick!” she exhaled, causing a pleased and excited grin on Loki’s face.       The man quickly pulled his fingers out of the vagina and directed his penis instead, but did not enter, stopping right at the entrance. How beautiful N was at that moment: her long dark hair was scattered across the snow-white sheet, it was impossible to take your eyes off her full breasts with protruding nipples, and from the moans flying from her red lips, swollen from kisses, you could cum right now.       Loki growled lowly and began to slowly enter Ann, letting the girl feel his penis and making her moan again with impatience.       At first the man moved slowly, stretching and enjoying every movement, every breath and moan. How long had he waited for this? How long had he wanted to taste Ann, give her an unforgettable night of love, show her how much he loved her, how important she was to him. Slowly, from the dirty thoughts in his head, from Ann lying lewdly and moaning, Loki began to go crazy. The movements became faster, deeper, more chaotic.       Ann tried her best to keep her consciousness, tried to feel every moment of this night, every thrust of Loki, moving her hips to meet the hot member. Loki, so passionate, hot and needed by her, was now hanging from above and looking with no longer blue eyes with such incredible admiration, which, mixed with excitement, repainted his eyes black. The girl felt the rolling hot wave of approaching release and began to moan even louder.       “Loki!” the voice broke into a scream. “I’m now…”       And Loki too now. He felt her vagina contract convulsively around his penis, saw Ann squirming under him, pressing closer, and heard her gently moan his name.       Insane ecstasy covered them both completely at the same time, depriving them of their last strength and giving them a sweet aftertaste.       Loki lay down next to him, exhausted. His breathing was ragged and ragged, the same as Ann’s, who pressed closer to him, which only brought a happy smile on Loki’s face.       “Do you know you’re driving me crazy?” he asked quietly, kissing the girl on the top of her head.       “Actually, I didn’t know until now.” the girl answered lazily. “Your chaste walks holding the hand were confusing.”       “I didn’t want to rush.”       “Why?       “Because I love you.” Loki answered simply, thereby bringing happy tears to Ann’s eyes.