Loki's voice, murmuring words in asgardian, or bits of either of Puck's names, joined that symphony. Pleased and encouraging, soft and quiet and loving. Like her, he kept his hips still despite a want to move. Loki praised her with his mouth besides simply words. In presses of lips against skin, soft nips occasionally, then soothing any abused skin with his tongue.

Loki also knew from personal experience (as both genders) over centuries, how to take advantage of a woman's form. To ensure she was being pleased, and enjoyed it. Few ever gave a care to it, he'd found--but his ego (in whichever gender) would not let him be a bad lover. That was all before he'd grown to care for others too--and Puck he cared for very very much. Which he focused on showing to her now.