There is something about power that Umbra Witches find intoxicating. They are drawn to sources of power like a moth to a flame. Perhaps to protect it or to take it for themselves. Witches seem to like any and all challenges powerful enemies present and making a pact with a powerful demon is part of the job. Bayonetta is no different and what she wants, she tends to get.
And, oh, could she sense Loki's power. It radiated off him in waves; even before he became complete. The feeling was simply intriguing at first. She had always been curious. But then the vague memories of water, of his lips against hers. And the rush . His power pulsing through her. It had been just a taste but that was enough.
She had felt like a god . With just that small taste. She craved more.
Loki is whole now and the air of power and chaos rolls off him in a thick, invisible mist. He keeps the form of a boy. He's gotten used to being Loki . Bayonetta doesn’t mind. She’s quite happy to have the God of Chaos on her side.
But he's still getting used to the power again. He's awkward with it most of the time and when he tries to show off and it backfires, the air tastes like power again. It sticks to Bayonetta's lips and she narrows her eyes. The power is hot and she. Wants. It.
Bayonetta is a hungry wolf hunting her prey. She can feel him out in the training area and she can sense every spell he casts. It’s a full moon and she decides she can’t wait any longer for another taste.
Loki is shaking the blue fire from his hands. He curses under his breath. Bayonetta closes the distance between them, looming over him in a way that would make any lesser creature shudder. Loki glances up at her lazily.
“Hey, love. I’m gettin’ the hang of it,” he drawls.
She chuckles, surveying the burn marks that’s litter the training area. “Maybe stick with your cards for a while, little one.”
He puffs up his chest and narrows his eyes, “I’m a god and you’re still gonna call me that?” She can feel his power swell with his own ego. She licks her lips. A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips and he puts his hands behind his head. “ Oh , I get it, love. You just came here feel it, right?”
And so maybe she did. She circles him; heels clicking against the stone floor. Ah, but Loki always plays so brave but when she steps closer, he steps back.
“I could give you a bit more if you wanted,” his voice is low and he smirks despite the fact that the Witch literally has him backed up against a wall.
She pretends to think this over, eyes dark. Loki swallows quickly and straightens up. He opens his mouth to speak but Bayonetta suddenly fists her hand into his braids and pulls his head back. He hisses and she leans down close to him.
“Little god ,” she draws out the word, “I can take what I want.”
“You like me that much, love?” He taunts back but his voice quivers ever so slightly.
She can smell his power. Like brimstone and mint. Her lips brush his ear, hands still tightly pulling his hair. He’s holding his breath, light headed, and she can feel his heat rising. He reaches his hand up, fingers ghosting against her arm. She doesn’t break their eye contact but the air fills with static power. She inhales through her nose.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, now, little god,” she breathes, eyes glancing to look at the blue energy beginning to form at the tips of his fingers against her skin.
“Maybe that's how I like it, love.” Loki smirks again, hand brushing against her neck and the power is electrifying. Bayonetta hums in the back of her throat, eyes hooded as his thumb glowing with energy traces her lower lip — just barely. He has to remind himself to breathe and she knows he’s smitten for her. It’s funny. She has him in the palm of her hand. He may be a god, but his heart is still that of a boy.
She’s done playing games.
Bayonetta hooks her leg behind his and grabs his wrist on one fluid movement. Before Loki can even react she spins them so he’s pressed face first against the cold stone wall and his arm is twisted behind his back. He grunts in surprise and she feels his energy jolt through her. She presses herself fully against his back, leaning down next to his ear.
“I warned you,” she whispers, lips brushing his ear. She can feel his heart pounding and rolls her hips against him. He chuckles breathlessly, but before he can spit out a sassy remark she grabs his other wrist and pins both hands above his head. She presses her knee between his legs.
“Keep quiet,” her voice is dangerous now and a whimper escapes his throat as she rocks her knee up against his crotch. His energy spikes with his arousal and she hisses with her own pleasure.
“Bit excited, love?” He pushes his luck, looking back at her. She thinks about digging her heel into his foot but instead just presses closer to him hard enough knock the wind from his lungs . Her knee rubs against him, spreading his legs wider. He struggles slightly, finding it hard to breathe but be can’t tell if it’s from the pressure of her and the wall or the situation.
Her free hand finds the zipper of his hoodie, dragging it down with a sharp tug as she rocks her hips against his ass again. Her nails leave raised lines as she brings her hand up his chest, fingers just slightly brushing his nipples. Each touch sends electricity through them both. She nips at his ear and lets her hand fall lower, tracing his hip bones to feel him shudder. His body is hot under her touch and the energy he’s letting off is intoxicating.
“C-cut to the chase, will ya, love?” Loki pants, pushing himself against her knee. She can feel how hot he is and she practically purrs as the power fills her.
“Begging now, are we?” She asks as her fingers stroke the fine line of hair above the hem of his pants.
“I thought you wanted this,” he shoots back, hips tilting into her touch. His voice sounds almost hurt.
She laughs, “Oh, I do. But I can always wait.”
He tries to twist in her grip but she pins him tightly, hand dipping into his waistband. He does however manage to get one hand free and uses it guide her face downwards to his. She doesn’t fight back, eyes glittering with intrigue. Loki has always been an interesting one — defying logic. Sometimes she plays nice just to see what his plan is.
His touch is soft, almost hesitant but he touches their lips together just barely. It’s like a shock through her body and she growls at the feeling. His eyes flutter shut and he leans into to deepen the kiss. With a chuckle, Bayonetta pulls back, placing a finger to his lips.
Loki opens his mouth to protest but her hand slips into his pants and all words die in his throat.
Her fingers are sharp and soft all at once, moving towards their goal. Loki leans his head back against her, his eyes shut as her hand brushes his lower lips. He’s so wet and she licks her lips. She smears his wetness, slowly spreading him. He bucks his hips and she lets go of his wrist to dig her nails into his side, holding him stil. He groans, sweat beading on his brow. She’s still teasing him and he’s been coiled up tight since he met her. Bayonetta knows it. When her finger finally presses inside of him, he hisses. She presses him against the wall, one hand holding his hips against hers as she fits herself between his spread legs.
She wonders if she’s going to have to remind him to breathe but when she moves her finger inside of him, he gasps. She traces his ear with her tongue and shifts her hips against him. He’s clenches as she presses another finger inside of him and she smirks when he grunts. He’s trying to keep himself under control but his whole body is shaking with a blue glow.
Of course there are other ways to swap energy but Bayonetta has always found this way...more fun. And Loki’s unstable emotions and power just make it all the more interesting.
“Fuck…” he curses, voice barely audible, “Love, I’m losin’ my mind over here.”
She moves her finger inside of him with a sharp thrust. He responds with a loud moan and the resulting power that he gives off is like a shock to Bayonetta’s senses. She hums in pleasure, her whole body pressed up against Loki so he can barely breathe.
“Say please, little god,” she purrs, dragging her teeth across his neck. Her fingers still to prove her point and a pathetic growl escapes his throat.
“C’mon, Bayonetta. You witches have a heart, don’t ya?” His voice is hoarse. He leans his head to the side, cheek pressed against the cold stone but she moves her lips against the newly exposed skin. He gives another growl, more a whine now, when he realizes he can’t move his hips even a bit.
She clicks her tongue softly, removing her fingers from his cunt completely and digging her nails into his thigh. “That’s not what I asked,” she murmurs, tracing patterns against his leg without ever touching his wet heat. She can feel him practically throbbing and it’s punctuated with rolling waves of power that make her light-headed.
Loki shifts as much as he can, a grunt pushing past his lips, “You bitch…” he mumbles so quietly Bayonetta almost doesn’t catch it.
“Hmm, what was that?” Her voice dips dangerously and the hand that was holding his hip still moves up his chest. Her fingers brush his collarbone and come to rest around his neck lightly.
He licks his dry lips, stomach tight and he’s practically dripping . The hand still in his pants has stilled and the air is thick with his own energy. He curses again under his breath. “ Cereza ,” he draws out her name huskily, “Please.”
Now, that took her by surprise.
Bayonetta smirks, her hand falling away from his neck to count each of his ribs. At the same time, she moves her hand back to his cunt. He’s slick enough that she slides two fingers in and he gasps, tightening around her fingers. She thrusts her fingers sharply as her thumb presses against his clit, the nail pinching the skin. Loki rolls his head back and she gives him enough room to move his hips in time with her hand. He’s shaking and his whole body is glowing with power.
Normally she would tease him more but she’s lost herself in watching his face twist in pleasure. He doesn’t try to hide anything. She can feel him tightening around her fingers and knows it won’t be long before he climaxes. He’s trying to keep his voice down by biting his lip, eyes twisted shut. It’s endearing, really. A god writhing in her grip. She curls her fingers inside of him then, twisting them against the nerves there. His eyes fly open, glowing brightly and a loud groan pushes past his lips. It’s music to her ears. The feeling of him letting himself go fills her with his power, setting her own body on fire.
He shudders and she has to hold him up so he doesn’t fall. She turns him around in her arms, helping him sit down on the ground as he tries to catch his breath. She licks her fingers clean once she makes sure he’s watching. And, shite , is he watching. His eyes are no longer glowing but he watches her thirstily. She laughs at him.
Loki shakes his head, trying to clear the fog and notices the blood dripping from his lip. He must have bit it too hard. He goes to wipe it away but Bayonetta catches his wrist. She leans in and licks the drop away. Loki finds himself leaning forward to chase her lips. She doesn’t kiss him, though.
“No fair, love,” he pouts.
Bayonetta just holds out her hand to help him up. He takes it and their fingers stay interlaced a bit longer than necessary.