Submission: “Hush my love, must you always be thinking? Torturing yourself with these worries? Now stop your protests. Lie back on my bed and part your legs. Feel my fingertips and lips caress your hot skin, my tongue lathing against your wetness,.
lokis-dirty-whispers: “ Submission: “You will come to beg for this. Your body will betray your mind and you will fall on your knees in helpless submission, craving the lightest touch of my fingers. The very sound of my approaching footsteps will make.
Submission: "How prettily you kneel. Come closer. I will hear your cries echo from the walls of this chamber. Let all of Asgard know their king takes what he wishes, whether your compliance comes easily or not.