Loki's Room ( Mature Moments )

She shakes her head in pretend shock, "No! Well clearly there is something wrong with that poor man, we would only be doing him a favor by taking over for him. The stress from ruling must be getting to his dear head."

She nods her head, "This is very true, the dear soul deserves a rest. And who better to take over than his adopted son?"

She gives Loki a calculated glance, "Whereas you believe in Asgardian superiority and thus have Odin's favor?"

She nods sympathetically, "I see, but even so, your views on Asgardian superiority align with his correct, giving you a way to make yourself slightly more palatable to him?"

Esmeralda nodded, "Uh-huh, I see." She was wondering if she shouldn't allow his brother to ascend the throne in Loki's place after all. He seemed to be easy enough to manipulate. She could tug on a few heartstrings and show him how hard her people had it, and he'd probably try to make it right. Loki had said after all, that Thor had a penchant for helping Midgardians, and she was thinking having someone believe in their superiority versus believing them to be inferior might be a better road to take. She felt bad for what had happened to Loki's people, but as he'd said, she had her own agenda to fulfill. She grinned at him and thrust her hips up to meet his, "Then shall we continue with where we left off?"

Esmeralda tries to keep her balance on her bound hands as best as she can while he thrusts into her, all the while planning how to both help his brother to the throne, but also not have the entire affair end in his death. She was sincere when she had said she didn't wish him dead.

She cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he yanked her hair back and whimpered as he thrust against her, finally allowing herself to be swept up in the moment and halting her scheming for now. She moans in pleasure as she thrusts back against him, now used to balancing on her bound wrists.