[Her powers are less controlled now, but she's unwilling to dismiss the small avenue of reciprocity left to her. Certain wisps are tinglier than others and they no longer move as a unit. How could they? She's trapped in a wonderfully delicious pleasure loop. Loki's flare of arousal feeds into hers and as his fingers slide inside her she's left helpless in the face of her own desire. She cries out for real this time, hips unconsciously trying to rock into his touch even as his other hand forces her steady.
This is probably for the best - remaining standing while he pleasures her takes actual effort.
Each swipe of Loki's tongue or stroke of his fingers over that sweet spot inside her drive her higher and higher towards satisfaction. Sighs and soft moans and whispered pleas fall freely from her lips and her inner walls clench hard around his finger. She's not going to last very long if he keeps this up, and Wanda can't find it within herself to be the least bit embarrassed at how sensitive she is to his touch.]
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This is probably for the best - remaining standing while he pleasures her takes actual effort.
Each swipe of Loki's tongue or stroke of his fingers over that sweet spot inside her drive her higher and higher towards satisfaction. Sighs and soft moans and whispered pleas fall freely from her lips and her inner walls clench hard around his finger. She's not going to last very long if he keeps this up, and Wanda can't find it within herself to be the least bit embarrassed at how sensitive she is to his touch.]
Ah, Loki please--!