Carol looked around, realizing she was having another lucid dream. 'I don't recognize this place,' she thought, looking around the large kitchen she found herself in, noting how it looked surprisingly modern, at least compared to her previous dreams.
It wasn't a dream about Safira or Lady Vers. She could tell that much. It had to be something new. A part of her was curious, wondering what version of Loki she would meet in this dream, but also a growing resignation to her fate.
After her dreams about Safira and Lady Vers, she had a good idea how this dream would end, but she still couldn't understand why her subconscious continued to conjure these dreams. 'Or were they fantasies?' she wondered.
She was making tea and preparing a tray of biscuits as she hummed to herself. Just like always, she wasn't in control, just a passenger in a body that looked and felt eerily similar to her own. She could see and experience everything, but was limited to the perspective of the body she was inhabiting.
She could tell immediately something was different about this dream, setting it apart from her previous ones, and when she finally caught a glimpse of herself in the silver tray's reflection, she realized what it was.
She was a maid. Obviously, the outfit was revealing, just like Safira's and Lady Vers had been, but that was where the similarities ended. She wasn't a warrior like in her previous dreams, nor was she tied up or chained, leading her to believe she was here of her own free will.
She wondered if there was more to it, if this version of herself had passed herself off as a servant to sneak inside the manor house and get the drop on Loki somehow, and defeat whatever version of him existed in her dream.
As she walked down the hallway, tray in had she glanced at the portraits adorning the walls, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors of the old manor house.
Glancing out a window, she could see it was summer, midday, and there was a sprawling estate surrounding the manor house including a lush, well maintained garden.
As she navigated the many hallways and staircases, she realized this version of herself had been here for sometime, and knew the layout of the house very well.
None of the doors were locked, many of them left open to allow the sunlight to stream through the windows and into the hallways.
As far as she could tell, she wasn't a prisoner, and had she wanted to, she could leave the house anytime she chose. There weren't even any guards, marking another stark contrast from her dreams about Lady Vers.
She eventually found herself in front of a large set of oak doors and knew she had arrived at her destination. She pushed open the door, stepping inside a richly appointed office.
A large bookshelf dominated the wall, lined with books from floor to ceiling. There was even a rolling ladder to reach the books on the higher shelves. A thick rug was on the floor, in front of the fireplace, and just in front of a large window there was a desk, and sitting behind it was Loki.
He wore a suit, but it wasn't a normal one from when she had been on earth. The cut was older, more ornate, with embroidery and silk lapels.
She felt her heart flutter at the sight of him, but frowned when he didn't look up. She heard the scratching of his pen and could see he was writing a letter, but before she could investigate further, Loki spoke.
"Carol, leave it on the desk, and get to work," he ordered dismissively, still not looking up from his letter.
"Yes Lord Loki," she heard herself reply as she quickly stepped forward, placing the tray on the corner of his desk before pulling out a duster and making her way to the bookshelf.
Carol frowned internally at the dismissive tone Loki used when speaking to her, but what worried her most was how quickly her dream counterpart had jumped to follow his orders.
She stepped on the ladder, dusting the bookshelf as she reflected on their names. In her first dream she had been Safira, and Loki had been Sebastian, but with each dream that followed, their names grew closer to their real ones, making it that much harder to disassociate them from reality.
When she finished dusting the bookshelf she heard a scraping sound behind her, startling her, but she didn't turn around to look, realizing a second later that it was the sound of Loki's chair scraping across the hardwood floor as he stood up.
She briefly paused in her dusting as she heard his footsteps getting closer until he was standing behind her. She could feel his eyes on her as he stood back, even smelling his cologne, but neither one of them said anything.
She paused again when Loki took another step closer, feeling the cool air on her ass as he lifted the hem of her skirt, realizing first she wasn't wearing any panties, and second, her dream self had done nothing to stop him.
"You can follow instructions at least," Loki spoke softly, kneading her ass as he pressed his thumb against her asshole, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Nothing to say?" Loki asked, leaning in close with a raised eyebrow. "Well, that's certainly a change. You were so willful when you first came into my employ, weren't you, Carol?" he asked huskily, pushing the tip of his thumb into her unresisting asshole.
"Yes… Lord Loki," Carol gasped, dropping her duster as she gripped the bookshelf tightly with both hands to steady herself.
"Tell me then," Loki demanded, his voice soft and commanding as he used his other hand to gently tease her pussy lips, earning a moan of pleasure from her. "What has changed?"
"I… I…" Carol stuttered, her knuckles going white as she held on, struggling to balance herself on the ladder, but couldn't find the words.
"Come now, Carol, don't be shy," Loki said, pushing his index finger into her slick pussy as he continued to tease her asshole with his thumb. "You can feel how wet you are, can't you? You must know the reason by now."
"I… you…" Carol groaned out. "You did… this to… me," she accused, letting out a keening moan as Loki pumped his finger into her quivering pussy.
"I did this to you?" Loki asked, a growing smirk on his face. "Are you not the same woman from the party? So full of fire and vitriol? Didn't you say you would never give in to me? That you would fight? Look at you now," he whispered, nipping at her ear. "At my beck and call, a slave to your desires, desires that only I can fulfill. Why do you think that is?" He pressed, sinking his thumb a deeper into her ass.
"…God," Carol groaned, her ass opening up to welcome Loki's invading thumb. "It… it's not fair."
"What isn't fair?" Loki teased. "You're not a prisoner here. You can leave whenever you wish, yet you stay. Why? If my presence is so unbearable?"
"It.. It's not as simple…ugh," Carol groaned. "Not as simple as…ugh, you make it sound, and you k-know it. I have… have n-no choice," she said, her pleasure continuing to mount. "You… my father… You will.. Ugh! Ugh! Destroy my family if I… leave."
"You didn't seem to care about that when we first met," Loki pointed out, adding a second finger to Carol's dripping pussy. "No, you walked in like you owned the place, so proud, so sure you knew better than everyone else. You ruined a deal that had been in the works for months. It cost me quite a bit of money, as I recall."
"I… ugh!" Carol trailed off, shutting her eyes tightly, her breath coming out in short gasps. "It wasn't… I… ughhh," she groaned.
"But it wasn't a total loss, I suppose," Loki continued. Replacing his thumb on her asshole with one of his fingers, pushing it deeper inside as Carol let out a keening moan. "You make the most delightful noises, and bending you to my will… It has certainly been… rewarding."
"Ugh! Ugh! UGH!" Carol grunted as Loki plundered her pussy and asshole. She hated this man. He had taken everything from her, made her wear these ridiculous clothes that left her practically naked, trained her to crave his touch, made her do such scandalous, depraved things. It was unbearable.
"I'll…. Ugh! Ugh! Be free… of you one… day… UGH!" Carol groaned. "My father… he will, ugh!… find a way out from under your thumb, ugh! And I will ugh! Be free of you UGH!"
"Perhaps," Loki replied, "but that day is not today," he said, removing his fingers from Carol's pussy and ass, earning a groan of frustration from the beautiful blonde.
He smiled, knowing how close Carol had been to her release. "Come," he said, slapping her ass lightly before walking back to his desk. "It's time for your punishment."
"Punishment?" Carol demanded indignantly as she came back to her senses a few moments later. "What punishment? I did what you told me!"
"The tea," Loki said, gesturing to the tray sitting on his desk nonchalantly. "It's gone cold."
Carol stared back, sputtering. "But… no, you," she said, looking back and forth between the tray and Loki before glowering at him. It was hardly her fault the tea was cold. He was the one that didn't drink it in time.
"I won't ask again, Carol," Loki said, crossing his arms over his chest, staring at her expectantly.
Carol huffed, stepping off the ladder as she made her way to the desk, and bent over, both of them knowing she had no choice but to do what Loki demanded.
Loki looked down at Carol, enjoying how the hem of her dress rose up, exposing the tops of her stockings and the curve of her ass. He moved in behind her, pushing her legs further apart.
"Must better," he said, lifting the hem of her dress and flipping it over her back, enjoying the sight of her toned, sculpted ass.
He cupped her ass, kneaded her cheeks in his hands, feeling the heat of her skin as she trembled beneath his touch. 'She may say otherwise, but she's already wet for me,' he thought smugly.
He could see the tension in her legs, as Carol prepared herself for the first spank, but he held back, letting the tension build as he took his time kneading her ass, waiting patiently for her to melt into his touch.
He marveled at her. Even now, she was so willful, so eager to defy him, her slow and gradual surrender turning him on even more as he waited for just the right moment to strike.
SMACK! Loki brought his hand down on Carol's ass without warning, making her gasp as he quickly followed it up with a few more. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Loki continued to spank her, turning her ass from a pale white to a rosy pink, enjoying every second of it, watching with delight as she wiggled and moaned, but took his punishment without a word.
This punishment wasn't truly about pain, and he was careful not use enough force to bruise her. It was about control, knowing that Carol hated the thought of submitting to anyone, least of all him, and in the way he demanded of her, but doing so regardless.
Carol gripped the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white as she held herself in place. The sting of her spanking only seemed to enhance her pleasure, even as her face burned with humiliation. She could feel her traitorous pussy, already dripping wet for him.
She didn't know why her body responded the way it did to Loki. He was the type of man she loathed: too rich, too powerful, and far too arrogant. Yet somehow he awoke something inside her she didn't even realize was there.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Carol couldn't take it anymore, her need for release growing with each spank. She ground her pussy on the edge of the desk, a muffled moan escaping her lips as she sought release in any way she could.
What she was doing now, it had been unthinkable a few short months ago when she first came into Lord Loki's employ, forced to do so in order to save her father's business.
Loki stopped, smiling as he achieved the result he wanted, working Carol into a sexual frenzy, all so he could deny her release a second time. "Now look what you've done," he said, feigning a disappointed sigh, as he sat back in his chair. "Take care of this."
Carol groaned in disappointment. She had been so close, just a few seconds more and she would have cum.
Taking a deep breath to regain some semblance of control she stood up before looking back at Loki angrily. She knew what he wanted. Her eyes drifting down to the prominent bulge in her pants.
She dropped to her knees, knowing that arguing would be pointless, and positioned herself between his parted legs.
She looked at the bulge in his pants as she reached forward, unbuttoning his pants before reaching in and pulling out his throbbing cock. She looked at his manhood, licking her lips, both hating and loving what he was able to do to her with it.
She remembered the first time he'd made her do this, how scandalized she'd been, how she'd nearly stormed out of his manor in disgust, but his words stopped her, reminding her what would happen to her father should she leave.
It had been both humiliating and deeply humbling when she realized how much power this man held over her. Her entire life, she had done as she pleased, the only child of a doting, wealthy father.
She had mistaken her father's power and influence for her own, thinking her sharp tongue and wit would always win the day.
Against a man as powerful as Loki, it meant nothing, less than nothing as he had so easily proven, nearly driving her father into ruin, only stopping at the last moment to make his humiliating offer to her.
With no other choice, she had accepted, thinking that it was only a matter of time before she turned him to her way of thinking, but she had been wrong, so very wrong about him.
Lord Loki was like a force of nature, powerful and unrelenting in his pursuits, and unlucky for her, he had turned his full attention to her.
She couldn't even bring herself to tell her father what really went on in Loki's manor, what he did to her, and what he made her do for him. It was too embarrassing to even think about, much less speak aloud.
Loki had taken full advantage of her silence, twisting what happened to the point her own father now thought being in Loki's employ was the best thing for her.
He had played his part masterfully, making her father wealthier that he had ever been before, opening doors they she had believed would take years if not decades for them to open on their own, if at all.
Her father didn't see the real Loki, perhaps he didn't want to, but he saw the way Loki looked at her, and even pulled her aside privately on one his visits, telling her that Loki was a good match for her, hinting that should Loki ask, he would readily consent to a marriage between them.
She hadn't known how to respond, unable to bring herself to tell him the truth, only nodding stiffly in response, her face beet red.
"Carol," Loki said, the ever present smirk on his face as he gripped her chin, tilted her head up to look him in the eye. "Unless you'd like another spanking, I'd suggest you get to work."
Carol nodded, returning to the present. She wrapped her delicate fingers around Loki's thick cock, pumping her hand up and down slowly as she brought her lips to the crown of his cock.
As she slowly pumped her hand, she sucked on the head of his cock, his pre-cum dancing across her tongue. As much as she loathed him, she couldn't deny the effect he had on her, feeling drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
She felt his cock pulse in her hand as she continued to suck him. Dropping her hand from his shaft, she sunk her lips further down his cock, using her now free hand to cup his balls, gently fondling them as she took him deeper in her mouth.
Carol felt her inhibitions, and her outrage slip away as she lost herself in the moment, just as she always did with Loki, feeling her thighs grow damp as she took him further and further in her mouth, feeling the head of his cock bump against the back of her throat.
She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, just the way he taught her, earning a groan of satisfaction from him as she did. Getting bolder, she took the head of his cock in her throat as she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation, hoping he would allow her to cum this time.
Loki gripped Carol's hair in his fist, letting out a groan as he guided her further onto his cock, feeling the head of his cock slip further down her throat, wrapping around his manhood like a velvet glove.
It had taken him so long to get her to this point, but it had all been worth it, watching her slowly debase herself, slipping further and further into his control, craving his touch more and more with each passing day.
He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with the way Carol's throat quivered around his cock, milking it with each thrust as she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing shaft, taking him deeper into her throat with each thrust.
Carol pulled back, her lungs burning, but just long enough to take in a lung full of air, before she took Loki's cock back in her throat, all the way to the root this time.
Her pussy was dripping wet, her act of submission turning her on like nothing else.
It had been such a shock when she first realized what was happening. She had spent so much of her life in control, able to do as she pleased without consequence. These feelings were alien to her, and for the life of her, she couldn't understand why she responded like this to her own subjugation.
Loki controlled every aspect of her life now: what she wore, what she did, where she went, even who she spoke to. It felt both infuriating and intoxicating thinking about how much he had taken from her, how much he continued to take.
She knew Loki was close now, feeling his cock twitch in her throat. She redoubled her efforts, sucking him deep as she felt his cock pulse, the veins on his shaft throbbing. She looked up at him, seeing the smoldering look in his eyes as he looked down at her. "Get ready," he grunted out a warning.
Carol pulled back, sealing her lips around his cock tightly, just before he erupted into her waiting mouth, filling her cheeks with the salty-sweet taste of his cum. She looked up at him as she swallowed.
Just as he taught her, she licked his shaft clean before pulling her lips from his cock with a soft pop.
She looked up at him expectantly, hoping he would order her back on the desk, or even onto the plush carpet, envisioning his strong arms wrapped around her as hammered his cock inside her slick pussy, giving her the release she desperately craved.
A long moment passed between them as they stared at each other before Loki finally broke the silence. "That will be all, Carol," he dismissed, his expression unreadable as he returned to his papers.
Carol looked up at Loki in frustration. He knew what she needed, but refused to give it to her, and she knew why. It was the final thing he wanted from her, the last vestiges of her pride. He wanted her to beg for it.
At times, it felt like such a small thing, especially after everything he had done to her already, but she knew better. If she gave in to him, if she begged him to take her, he would truly own her, and there would be no coming back from that.
She rose to her feet stiffly, straightening her dress, not looking back as she left Loki's study, holding onto what little remained of her dignity. She considered finding a quiet corner, an out of the way room in his overly large house to take care of her needs, but quickly dismissed the idea.
Loki had eyes and ears everywhere in his home, constantly watching her. She didn't know how, but his servants always knew, barging in to the room, and taking her to Loki for punishment, sometimes before she even had a chance to start.
She had tried explaining her situation to them countless times, telling them Loki was not the man they thought he was, holding her father's livelihood over her head to keep her in line, that she was his prisoner in all but name, but it always fell on deaf ears.
None of them would hear a word against him, much less help her find a way out from under his thumb, dashing her plans of finding a skeleton in her closet she could use to finally turn the tables on him.
***
Carol sighed to herself as she walked to the sitting room, knowing that she would have her work cut out for her. Loki had a dinner companion.
It was better in some ways than his lavish parties, where he made her serve drinks, showing everyone how far she had fallen.
Walking amongst the people she had spent so much of her life looking down upon, people who now reveled in her dramatic fall from grace was its own special kind of torture.
When she opened the door to the dining room, her heart dropped. It was worse than she thought. Loki's dinner guest was Lady Illyana. She had only met her on a hand full of occasions, but something had seemed off about her, even then, marking her as one of the few people she had went out of her way to avoid.
It was only after she came under Loki's employ that she learned the truth about her.
"Good, you're here," Loki smiled as he looked up at her from his seat. "Come here," he said, pointing to the floor by his armchair.
Carol spared a weary glance at Lady Illyana. Seeing the smirk on her face, she knew she had a long night ahead of her. Just like Loki, Illyana had her own servant, in much the same position as her, Katiana.
She could tell by the look on Katiana's face, that just like her, she wasn't exactly Illyana's servant by choice, even though they had never been allowed to speak to each other, she could tell.
It was most likely some combination of coercion and blackmail, but unlike her, Katiana had simply given up, accepting her place as Lady Illyana's prized possession.
She glanced down at Katiana as she crossed the room. Unlike her, Katiana was naked, wearing a gold collar around her neck, along with a set of manacles locked around her wrists and ankles.
She tried to get the other woman's attention, but Katiana had her eyes glued to the floor as Illyana leisurely ran her fingers through her hair, making her look more like an obedient puppy than a woman with a mind of her own.
She glanced at Loki as he continued his conversation with Illyana. He expected her to remain silent. She knew that already, and soon enough, as it always did with them, their conversation would drift to her and Katiana.
She stood silently as they discussed the weather along with the various business dealing they were embroiled in. Much of it went over her head, but when Illyana said her name she felt a shiver go down her spine.
"I have to say, I'm quiet impressed," Illyana said, casting a glance at Carol. "How ever did you manage this?"
"I guess you could say Carol fell in my lap," Loki said with a smirk, keeping the details to himself.
"Would you be willing to part with her?" Illyana asked, curiously, taking a sip of her drink demurely. "I feel it's high time Katiana had a playmate."
"No," Loki said with a chuckle, much to Carol's relief. "I've grown quite attached to her."
"A pity," Illyana clicked her tongue. "They would have looked beautiful together."
'Beautiful together?' Carol thought, furrowing her brows in confusion, wondering what she meant, but not liking the sound of it one bit.
"Mmmh," Loki hummed, nodding his head in agreement before glancing at Carol.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Illyana chuckled throatily. "Why not let them have a little fun?"
"My thoughts exactly," Loki agreed with a chuckle of his own, eager to see Carol's reaction to Illyana's suggestion.
"Alright Carol," Loki ordered. "Feet shoulder width apart."
Carol looked at Loki, furrowing her brows in suspicion as she wondered what he was up to, but from the stern look in his eyes, she knew she had little choice in the matter.
She glanced back at Lady Illyana and then at Katiana suspiciously before parting her legs as Loki ordered, unwilling to risk another spanking for refusing him.
"Katiana," Illyana ordered, looking at her servant expectantly.
Silently, Katiana got on her hands and knees, crawling towards Carol.
"What's going on?" Carol asked, looking back and forth between Loki and Katiana, feeling a twinge of anxiety as Katiana crawled towards her.
"It's a surprise," Loki said simply, revealing nothing. "And before you get any ideas, you are not to move from that spot for any reason," he warned, catching her eyes as he patted his thigh, a silent promise of what would happen if she disobeyed him.
Carol's face flushed with embarrassment, knowing that Loki wouldn't hesitate to spank her if she disobeyed, made even worse by the fact that there would be an audience to witness it.
She cast a worried glance at Illyana, seeing the calculating smile on her face, and not liking it one bit, then down at Katiana, who had stopped at her feet. "What?" She asked in confusion as Katiana got between her thighs, feeling her soft breaths on her exposed pussy.
"Oh, this is just delightful," Illyana said with a throaty laugh, as Carol looked at her sharply. "She's never experienced the attentions of a woman, has she?"
Carol looked at Illyana in confusion, wondering what she meant, but a moment later it all became clear as she felt Katiana's tongue on her pussy. She yelped, her face turning beet red as she took a hasty step back.
"Carol," Loki said in a warning tone, already expecting her reaction.
Carol shot Loki a scandalized look, not believing what he expected her to do now. Did he have no shame at all?
"Need I remind you where disobedience gets you?" Loki drawled.
Carol sent Loki a withering glare before stepping forward again. She couldn't risk her father losing his business, and they both knew it.
She looked up at the ceiling as she felt Katiana's hands snake up her thighs, pushing them further apart, doing her best to ignore the sensation of Katiana's tongue trailing up her thigh, and licking delicately at her pussy.
Her nostrils flared as she breathed sharply out of her nose, keeping her lips tightly sealed to cut off her moan of pleasure as Katiana's tongue parted her pussy lips, pushing its way inside her dripping pussy.
She couldn't believe that her body was betraying her like this. She wasn't supposed to like these kinds of depravities. It went against everything she stood for, but she was helpless to stop it.
"Loki," Illyana drawled, a smirk on her face. "I believe your Carol is a bit overdressed, don't you think?" he smirk, widening as Carol's face flushed deeper.
"Quite right," Loki agreed with a chuckle. "Carol, take off your uniform. You won't be needing it for the rest of the night."
Carol let out a muffled gasp as Katiana leaned back. "W-what?" She asked shakily, coming back to herself.
"Your uniform," Loki said flatly. "Take it off, now."
Carol looked down at Katiana, then back at Loki, and finally into the smirking face of Illyana. Just when she thought this couldn't get any worse for her, Loki found a way.
She shakily raised her hands, hooking her thumbs into the top of her uniform, and pulled it down her shoulders. She wiggled her hips, slipping her uniform down her waist, letting it cascade down her legs.
"Lovely," Illyana praised. "Are you sure I can't twist your arm, Loki? I would pay quiet handsomely for her, even for a short time, let's say a month?"
"I'm afraid not, Illyana," Loki smiled. "Although you and your Katiana are more than welcome to visit any time you'd like."
"That's a pity," Illyana frowned, before smiling again. "Very well. I shall have to be content with our visits, I suppose."
"What are you waiting for girl?" Illyana barked, addressing Katiana. "Get to it."
Despite her best efforts, a moan escaped Carol's lips as Katiana leaned in, gripped her thighs tightly, as she returned to licking her, expertly teasing her sensitive clit with her tongue.
Her breath came out in short gasps as she clenched and unclenched her fists, still refusing to look down. She felt her cheeks flush as she heard the soft chuckle from Illyana as she and Loki returned to their conversation.
She couldn't concentrate on their words as pure pleasure coursed through her body. It was so different from when Loki took her. It was softer, more delicate, but still unbelievably sensual.
'What's wrong with me?' Carol thought, desperately trying to control herself, but it was like trying to stop a raging river with her bare hands. Unable to control herself, she let out a keening moan when Katiana sucked on her clit, feeling a spike of pleasure.
She was close, so very close now, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She was helpless against Katiana's skilled tongue, eagerly lapping at her slick pussy.
"God…" she moaned, tilting her head back as her pleasure continued to mount, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. It felt like the harder she fought against her urges, the further Katiana went to push her over the edge.
Carol saw the smug look on Illyana's face, then the ever present smirk on Loki's face. She couldn't believe the position she was in, what Loki had reduced her to, her most intimate of areas on full display to a room of strangers, her face flushed with arousal.
'It can't possibly get any worse than this,' Carol thought forlornly, her orgasm fast approaching, but she was wrong. Her eyes going wide as she felt Katiana's finger, slick with her own juices, circle her asshole.
Thanks to Loki, she was no stranger to having her asshole played with. He took her ass on almost a daily basis now, but this was the first time a woman had done so. She desperately wanted to slap Katiana's hand away and storm out of the room, and at least hang on to the few shreds of her dignity she had left, but knew she couldn't, reminding herself that her father's lively hood hung in the balance.
She exhaled sharply as Katiana's fingertip pushed its way into her ass. She shut her eyes tightly, reminding herself to stay relaxed, and just allow this to happen as Katiana slowly pumped her finger, sliding it inside her a little deeper with each thrust.
She hadn't realized it, but before long she was thrusting herself back on Katiana's probing finger as the other woman slid two fingers into her slick pussy, picking up the pace again. She grunted with each thrust, unable to contain herself anymore. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!"
Carol could feel Illyana and Loki's eyes on her and Katiana, but she no longer cared, her pleasure building higher and higher as Katiana pushed a second finger into her ass, sliding her fingers inside her all the way to the knuckle. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she grunted, losing herself, her audience only adding to her pleasure.
She could faintly hear Illyana and Loki talking about her and Katiana, only catching every third or fourth word as she ground her pussy against Katiana's eager fingers until she finally exploded with pleasure. "AWGAWD!!" she screamed out as she came hard.
She placed a hand on Katiana's shoulder to steady herself, her legs feeling like jelly as she came down from her orgasm, gasping for breath.
"Marvelous, simply marvelous," Illyana said, clapping her hands together. "Even better than I had hoped, wouldn't you say, Loki?"
Illyana's comment brought a fresh blush to Carol's face as she returned to reality, realizing what she had just done.
Carol felt her consciousness fade, signaling the end of her dream, but something felt off. She couldn't place what it was, but felt a nagging suspicion that she was missing something important, something about these dreams that continued to escape her notice.
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