Send me §, for my muse's reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.
Marie gasped, eyes widening as Loki slid the knife into her chest. She grasped his arm to stop it from going into her heart, instead diverting it’s path to a lung. Blood foamed in her lungs, but it wouldn’t kill her; not this injury. She coughed a bit, blood dripping from her lips. “Why Loki?”
Ah! Yeah… that’s good…
-she moans and arches to his hands, nipples hardening to his touch-
-runs his tongue over the hardening skin, continuing to massage-
-she moans louder, curling her fingers in his hair and tugging gently-
-lithely, he slides down her torso, kissing her stomach until he reaches her panties. Casually, he pulls them off and goes to work-