Carol looked out of the window, still not sure what to do. It had been three days since her latest dream, and her realization that Loki was behind it all. Her advantage was that Loki didn't know she'd broken through his mental suggestion, and that she'd taken control over her dream self, but she didn't know how or even if she should capitalize on it.
What would confronting him even accomplish? It wouldn't change her situation when she was awake. More likely, it would make things worse. Loki would simply give her another mental suggestion, possibly one she couldn't break.
The burning question she had was why. Why did Loki bother with the dreams at all? He already captured her, locked away her training, and even her abilities. What did he hope to gain by putting her through these dreams?
A big part of her wanted to confront him, damn the consequences, and find out exactly what he planned to do with her. Why did he need her to use the infinity stones? He seemed like he was more than capable of doing so without her, but then she had another thought that derailed her whole thought process.
She shivered, remembering Malekith, and Thanos's plans for the infinity stones. Both were terrible, insane acts of genocide she could hardly wrap her mind around. The only thing that separated them was the scale of their plans, and to make matters worse, she still didn't know what Loki intended to do with the stones once he got them.
He had spared the lives of her team when he fought them, but not Ronan, or Thanos's generals, which meant he wasn't interested in killing for the sake of killing, but he did want all the stones for himself, and if destroying half the life in the universe was possible with the stones, he could do practically anything with them.
She sighed, pressing her forehead against the window. Granted, she didn't know nearly enough about the infinity stones and who was after them, but she could only assume there were others, and they most likely had similar plans to Malekith and Thanos. They wanted to change the universe on a grand scale, something that wouldn't be possible any other way.
She thought back on when Loki talked to the Collector, another shiver running down her spine as she remembered the way the Collector looked at her. That was also when she found out about Thanos, and the fear both men had for him.
Until that point, she didn't think Loki feared anyone, but he was clearly afraid of Thanos, and he had also mentioned reneging on a deal with him.
Was it really that simple? Did Loki want the Infinity Stones to beat Thanos? 'No,' Carol thought, shaking her head. Nothing was ever that simple with Loki. He had plans within plans. There was a deeper reason he wanted to collect the stones, one he wouldn't reveal to her until he was good and ready.
The way he defeated Ronan was proof of that. Ronan was the most decorated and skilled soldier the Kree had ever produced, and Loki had controlled their fight from beginning to end, systematically picking Ronan apart without anyone realizing it until the very end.
"Lord Loki requires your presence on the bridge," Mimir chirped, interrupting Carol's thoughts.
Carol looked up at the speaker on the wall, sending it a withering glare. The stupid AI had been using every chance it go to order her around, and Loki wasn't doing a thing to stop it.
She huffed, walking through the door as she made her way to the bridge. Mimir may have made it sound like it was asking, but they both knew it was an order, and if she didn't follow it, she would find herself over Loki's knee before the day was out.
As she walked through the hallways, she couldn't help but reflect on the extra time she unexpectedly had to herself. When she woke up in the morning, Loki was gone, and Mimir kept her locked in the bedroom until nearly noon.
Loki was obviously working on something, that much was clear, and it was something he didn't want her to know about. She remembered how intently he had been studying Ronan's hammer, and could only assume it factored into his plans somehow, but not why he was so secretive about it. It was not as if she could tell anyone.
When she arrived on the bridge, she found Loki sitting in his command chair, reading something on the instrument panel. Without saying a word, or even looking up, he patted his lap expectantly.
Carol knew what that meant, and rather than deal with another punishment, she padded over to him, sitting down on his lap. She felt him wrap his arm around her waist, holding her as he continued to read from the panel.
She glanced down at the panel, not surprised that it was no longer in Kree. A few days ago, Loki had caught her reading it. He hadn't said anything, but by the next day the language changed to what she could only assume was Asgardian.
It had been an important reminder for her. Loki was far more observant than he appeared, and she had been far too careless in her spying.
Neither one of them said a word for the next half hour, Loki too engrossed in whatever he was reading, and Carol too stubborn to speak first, especially after being summoned to the bridge, only to then be ignored.
Carol leaned back, resting her head on Loki's chest, sighing. She hated the silence and was predictably the first one to break the silence. "Loki, I've been thinking," she started.
"Oh?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "What about my slave?"
Carol set her jaw, refusing to take the bait. "…The infinity stones."
"I've already indulged you enough about them," Loki replied. "Your questions will have to wait for another time."
"I don't have questions," Carol denied. "I think I've finally figured you out," she said boldly.
"Hmm," Loki said, intrigued, turning off the panel as he gave his slave his full attention, curious to see if she had any insights he may have missed. "Do tell."
"You want the infinity stones to beat Thanos," Carol said. "He's after you because you didn't keep your end of whatever deal you made with him."
"That's certainly part of it," Loki agreed. "But not the whole reason. What else did you come up with?"
"It won't stop, even if you beat him," Carol continued. "How many other people know about the stones? Hundreds? Thousands? How long before they figure out you have them and come looking for you?"
Loki rubbed his chin thoughtfully. It had been something that crossed his mind, but he'd been more focused on staying ahead of Thanos to dwell on it for too long. "And what do you propose?"
"Destroy them," Carol replied. "Then Thanos won't have any reason to come after you."
"Unfortunately, it's not quite that simple," Loki replied, tapping into the knowledge he'd acquired from Odin and Malekith. "It's been done before, but the stones are primordial forces of the universe, woven into the very structure of reality itself."
"In time, they will reform naturally, and there are beings powerful, and skilled enough to speed up that process," he explained. "The only way to truly destroy them is to destroy the universe itself."
Carol sighed, considering what Loki had told her, her plan unraveling even before it had fully formed.
She had thought that if she somehow got a hold of the stones herself, she could destroy them, but if they would just reform anyway, it was pointless to even try.
"It also doesn't address my problem with Thanos. He is not one to allow a slight to go unanswered," Loki added.
"What's this deal you made with him?" Carol pressed. "What did he want from you?"
"Good," Loki said, looking through the main window, side stepping Carol's question. "We'll arrive shortly."
"Arrive?" Carol asked, furrowing her brows, following Loki's gaze, until she spotted it, a brown speck far off in the distance.
She sighed, not surprised that Loki dodged her question. "What are we doing here?" She asked. "Another stone?"
"Better," Loki smiled. "Look."
Carol continued to stare, seeing the details of the planet. It was like nothing she had seen before. 'No' she thought, correcting herself. It wasn't a planet at all. It was a neutron star, encircled by a giant metallic ring dotted with what appeared to be citadels, observatories, and storage vaults.
She could only gawk at it, wondering who or what could have build something on this scale, let alone in such close proximity to a neutron star.
She looked back at Loki wordlessly, not sure which of her many questions to ask first.
"You don't recognize it?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Recognize it?" Carol asked, confused. "I've never been here before."
"No, but you've heard of it. Nidavellir, the home of the Dwarfs," Loki replied.
"…Nidavellir," Carol repeated, finally remembering it. It had been mentioned briefly as part of her training with the Kree military, but it was so far out of their territory that her chances of seeing it had been practically nil.
Looking at Nidavellir, an idea formed in her mind. The Norse gods were part of the common mythology on earth, and so were the Dwarves. Her memories were fuzzy on them, but from what she remembered about them from the myths, they had dealt with humans occasionally, and may even be willing to help her.
She bit her lip, watching as they got closer as another stray though entered her mind. From what she remembered about Dwarves, they weren't exactly known for their fighting abilities, but much more famous for being master craftsmen.
They were only three or four feet tall at most. How could they stand against Loki, even with greater numbers? And that was if they were even willing to side against him for a woman they didn't even know.
Unlike on Knowhere, she couldn't exactly slip into the crowd either. She would stand out like a sore thumb no matter what, and after what nearly happened to her there, it wasn't an experience she was keen to relive.
"Initiating landing sequence, Lord Loki," Mimir chirped as the ship decedent to the landing dock on the central ring.
"Let's go," Loki said, lifting Carol off his lap, and placing her on the ground.
"You're not going to make me go out there like this, are you?" Carol demanded, looking down at herself.
Loki paused, turning around, his lips curling into a smirk. "No, I suppose not," he replied, walking a slow circle around her, placing his hands on her hips as he leaned in. "I suppose I should leave some things to their imagination," he whispered into her ear.
A shiver of desire tingle down Carol's spine as she felt Loki's armored chest pressed firmly against her skin, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I- W-why are we here, Loki? Can you at least tell me that much?" She asked, hoping Loki's good mood would extend to revealing a little more of his plans.
"I thought it would be obvious," Loki drawled, cupping Carol's breast in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze. "I want them to craft something for me."
"W-what?" Carol shuddered, as Loki traced his other hand down her chest, sliding his fingers between her parted thighs and cupping her cunt possessively.
"So full of questions," Loki breathed, pressing a single finger into Carol's warm, slick cunt, smirking when she let out a lust filled moan. "Are you sure that is the question you want to ask? Perhaps there's something more… 'pressing' you're concerned with," he teased, slowly pumping his finger inside her dripping cunt.
Carol bit back another groan of pleasure as she shook her head. "N-no," she said, her breath coming out in short gasps. She couldn't allow Loki to distract her. "I… w-want to k-now… ugh.."
"Hmm," Loki replied, stilling his fingers, letting out a light chuckle at Carol's disappointed groan. "Then I am afraid I will have to disappoint you on two fronts today, little slave," he said, pulling his finger from her dripping core, and releasing her.
Carol stumbled as she turned around, looking at Loki in shock, scowling when she saw the mischief in his eyes. It was another one of his games, and she had fallen for it, hook, line, and sinker.
Loki smirked, "come my slave, it's time to get you ready. You are to meet a king today," he said, gripping the base of her plug as he led her off the bridge, and to their bedroom.
***
Carol looked down at herself, not at all surprised by the clothes Loki had chosen for her. Just like last time, it was a dress, but only in the loosest definition of the word, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The fabric was a sheer white, and practically see through in some sections. Her top barely held in her breasts, leaving her stomach exposed, and two large slits on either side left her legs and thighs bare.
Loki had at least given her a pair of boots this time instead of the heels he made her wear on Knowhere, but they were the furthest thing from practical, going up to her mid thighs, and stretched tightly against her legs like a second skin, but when Loki opened the door, she forgot all about her clothes as she got her first look at Nidavellir.
She looked up in amazement at the neutron star, then down at the metal plating beneath her feet, finally able to appreciate the true scale of the Dwarves home world.
From space it had looked like one sold ring, but standing on it now, she could see the massive chains connecting the various segments together.
She could make out figures in the distance, instantly recognizing them as Dwarves, all of them working diligently as a river of molten metal flowed around them. It was so different from what she remembered from the myths back on earth, but also eerily similar.
Before she could dwell on it too long Loki gripped the base of her plug, moving her along as he led her towards the central spire, the throne room of the King of the Dwarves.
Loki stared forward, mentally preparing himself to bargain with Eitri. He had been preparing for this moment ever since he liberated Ronan's hammer, and took it apart to study.
That, combined with the memories he'd taken from both Malekith and Odin gave him the basis to design his own device to safely wield the power of the stones, and fundamentally change the balance of power in the universe.
Carol couldn't help but look around, amazed. Nidavellir was incredible, a perfect blend of technology and magic, far surpassing anything she had ever seen before, but through her awe something kept nagging at the back of her mind.
'Why is everything so big?' she wondered. It wasn't just the height of the structures themselves. Everything was larger than it should be. Doors, machinery, even the roads were far bigger than they needed to be for a race as diminutive as the Dwarves.
As they walked past the docking bay, she heard the distinct sound of hammers, along with the roar of the furnaces, and couldn't hide her curiosity wondering how closely the Dwarves would match their mythological counterparts.
As they turned a corner, she felt her jaw drop as she got her first look at a Dwarf up close as he pounded his hammer on a billet of glowing steel.
While the dwarf fit the description from the myths, with his long beard and sturdy build, it was its size that truly shocked her, towering over both her and Loki.
Carol craned her neck, looking up at the bearded figure. He was at least fourteen feet tall, practically a wall of muscle with a long, dark beard. She looked away as the Dwarf met her eyes, drifting closer to Loki as she pressed herself tightly against him, subconsciously seeking the safety of his presence.
Reflexively, she squeezed her plug, feeling a sense of relief when she did, knowing that Loki was holding onto its base.
She didn't know if it was due to her experiences on Knowhere, but she felt intimidated in the Dwarf's presence, and a profound sense of safety and protection when Loki held her in his arms.
The dwarf hadn't even done anything overt, just glanced at her curiously before returning to his work.
Lyria had humbled her, making her realize there were beings in the universe far stronger, and far more powerful than she could ever hope to be, and the dwarf looked like he had those abilities in spades.
She heard the heavy thud as the Dwarf brought down his hammer, clenched tightly in his meaty fist. The hammer alone looked like it weighed several tons, but in terms of strength, she couldn't even gauge how strong the Dwarf was.
He swung his hammer as if it weighed a feather, making her feel like a tiny creature in a vast and intimidating universe by comparison.
Just like on Knowhere, she felt her half-formed escape plans fade to the back of her mind as she pressed herself closer to Loki.
She lowered her gaze, not meeting the eyes of the other Dwarves they passed until they finally arrived at the main spire.
On either side of the heavy steel doors stood a dwarf, dressed in ornate armor, etched with glowing runes.
Standing at attention, they towered above all the other Dwarves, their stern expressions only adding to her apprehension.
Her heart raced as Loki pulled her forward. She glanced at him, not seeing an ounce of the dread she felt standing in front of them, craning his neck up to meet their eyes, an amused smirk playing on his lips.
The guards said nothing, each of them grabbing a handle of the large ornate doors, pulling them open.
Inside the spire was a large throne room, and at its center on an elevated platform, Carol got her first look at Eitri, the King of the Dwarves.
He was an imposing figure, somehow even larger than the guards standing outside the doors, his large muscular arms crossed as he studied them with a piercing gaze.
"Eitri," Loki greeted with a respectful nod, the first of them to speak. "It's been too long."
"…Loki of Asgard," Eitri replied, his deep voice echoing through the chamber. "What brings you to my realm?"
"I have a task for you," Loki said boldly. "One from the all-father himself. He requires your best work. Are you up to the challenge?" He bluffed, hoping that by evoking the name of his adopted father, Eitri wouldn't ask too many questions.
"…" Eitri regarded Loki silently for a long moment before speaking. "I don't know what game you're playing, but I have little time for it. Out with it. What are you really here for, Loki?"
Loki sighed internally. Eitri had always been sharp, and today was no exception. He should have known a bluff like that wouldn't work on him.
"I have a task for you. That much is true."
"Indeed," Eitri replied, unamused by Loki's antics. "The all-father is looking for you. He asked, should you arrive here to inform him of your presence."
"What good would that do?" Loki asked. "The rainbow bridge is destroyed, is it not? He has no way to come here."
"I doubt that," Eitri replied, his booming voice echoing off the walls. "I have no interest in being drawn into your family squabble, nor do I wish the earn the ire of the all-father, which is all but assured if I ignore his commands."
Loki regarded Eitri, thinking of a way to salvage this. He couldn't leave empty-handed, nor could he allow Eitri to inform Odin of his presence here.
"Aren't you at all curious?" he tempted. "What I'm here for? What I need you to forge for me?"
"A weapon I presume," Eitri replied, with a dismissive wave of his hand. "One you will use to wage war against your family."
"Far from it," Loki denied. "I have no quarrel with the all-father, nor my brother. I have a far more pressing concern, Thanos."
"The mad titan," Eitri breathed, giving his full attention to the prince. "You think metal and fire alone can vanquish a force that reshapes worlds? You are out of your dept Loki of Asgard. Return home, and make no quarrel with him. It will only end badly for you should you pursue this."
"It's too late for that. He's after the stones," Loki revealed. "You know what that means."
"What is it you seek?" Eitri asked, his curiosity peaked.
Loki waved his hand, a roll of vellum appearing in front of Eitri.
Eitri plucked the scroll out of the air, unfurling it, his eyes narrowing as he studied the design briefly before glancing back at Loki. "How did you come by this?"
"I designed it myself," Loki replied.
"It's interesting," Eitri conceded, glancing at Carol for a long moment before returning his attention to the scroll. "But not enough to defy the all-father."
"He only asked that you inform him if I arrive in your realm, not when," Loki pointed out.
Eitri let out an exhale, staring back at the scroll. To say that he was intrigued would be an understatement. Many items had been crafted over the millennia to harness the power of the stones, but this one was unique, capable of harnessing all the stones, but in a way never conceived of before.
"Such craftsmanship requires a significant price," Eitri said slowly, studying the design closely.
Loki hid his smile, knowing that he had Eitri now. He wouldn't pass up an opportunity to craft something wholly new, something so intricate, especially after he revealed what he would offer in exchange.
He waved his hand, a sphere of glass appearing in it. Inside the sphere was a glowing ember that Eitri recognize immediately, his eyes widening in shock. "The Eternal Ember."
"Yes," Loki replied. "I assume it is a fair trade."
"How did you come by this?" Eitri demanded.
"Does it matter?" Loki asked.
"Of course it matters. This is the ember that ignited the great forge," Eitri said in awe. "It has been missing for centuries. Now tell me where you found it," he demanded.
"Muspelheim," Loki replied, the ember disappearing from his hands. "Forge for me what I desire, and it will be yours once again."
"Surtur. I should have known," Eitri sneered.
Carol looked back and forth between Loki and Eitri, trying to follow along. Whoever this Surtur was, Eitri didn't like him, nor did Loki.
She racked her brain, trying to remember what she could about Norse mythology and the significance of Muspelheim. It had something to do with fire giants, but she couldn't remember any more than that.
"The forging will be complex," Eitri continued. "It will take time. At least a day to complete. I shall not inform the all-father of your presence here until then, provided you keep your end of the bargain," he added, the warning clear in his tone.
"Of course," Loki replied. "Provided you tell no one else what I have asked you to forge, or share those plans with anyone else."
"Agreed," Eitri replied. "Brokkr will show you to your rooms," he said, nodding to one of his guards.
***
Carol looked around the guest quarters, surprised. While it was in the same utilitarian style as the rest of Nidavellir, it was built with her and Loki's heights in mind.
She walked to the balcony, looking out at the neutron star, still amazed by it all. She had never seen a place quite like this, none of it matching up with what she had envisioned, but it still held a unique beauty that captivated her.
"Incredible isn't it?" Loki asked, moving behind Carol, wrapping his arm around her. "The Dwarves are the finest craftsman in the known universe, and they've spent thousands of years building this place."
Carol nodded her head in agreement with Loki for once. "This thing they're crafting for you," she asked. "Do you really think you can beat Thanos with it?"
"It is my best chance, yes," Loki replied.
"What happens after that?" Carol asked. "Will you let me go?"
"You belong to me," Loki replied, surprising her by placing a kiss on her temple. "That will never change."
Carol exhaled slowly. With each passing day, her chances of escape only seemed to dwindle. "So it doesn't matter what I want?" she challenged.
"What has this freedom you cherish so much got you?" Loki replied, already expecting this argument.
Carol opened her mouth to retort, but her words died on her lips as she truly thought about Loki's question. What did she have, really? On earth she lived in on an air force base, in a room the size of a shoe box. She had no close friends, no family.
When she fought for the Kree she traveled the universe, but only saw worlds filled with death and destruction, often by her own hand.
She'd spent years manipulated into a fighting a war she didn't even believe in. Years spent as a test pilot back on earth, never receiving the recognition from the person she truly needed it from, her father.
As much as she railed against it, there was a simple truth to life as Loki's slave. There was no struggle for power, no politicking, no wondering if she was doing the right thing.
"You focus far too much on this," Loki whispered into her ear, tapping her temple, "and not enough on this," he said, slipping his fingers between the folds of her dress, cupping her cunt possessively.
Carol gasped softly as she felt Loki's warm hand between her thighs, cupping her smooth, hairless mound. "It's… n-not like that," she groaned, leaning into Loki's touch, despite her words to the contrary.
"It is," Loki denied. "Your body knows. It's always known. You need to be dominated, to be taken, to be held. What you truly want is submission, because that is when you truly feel alive."
"No," Carol shook her head, letting out a shuddering breath as Loki held her close. "It's not true. If I had my powers, if I could fight.."
"You've been fighting your whole life, my slave, going through life in a haze, fighting one meaningless battle after another." Loki replied softly. "It's only after I took you that your life had meaning again."
"N-no," Carol replied, feeling a shock of pleasure tingle down her spine as Loki cupped her breast, kneading it through the flimsy fabric of her top.
"Prove it then," Loki challenged, his voice low and sensual. "For one night, submit to me. Call me your master. Let your inhibitions fade away, your preconceived notions of who and what you are, and see the truth you have denied yourself all these years."
Carol turned around to face Loki, looking up into his eyes, feeling a dampness between her thighs.
When Loki was like this, it was intoxicating. The smoldering intensity in his eyes, the way he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. She felt safe and protected against the harsh cruelties of an indifferent universe when she was with him.
It was a dangerous game she was playing; she knew that, but she couldn't help herself, unwilling to back down from his challenge, a part of her desperately yearning to know the truth for herself.
"Master," she whispered, meeting his eyes. She watched him lean closer, pressing his lips to hers as she placed her palms on his armored chest as he deepened the kiss.
It wasn't the first time Loki kissed her, but she melted into his arms regardless, feeling like it was the first time all over again. She felt his tongue press insistently against her lips, and opened her mouth, feeling Loki's tongue snake into her mouth.
She lost herself in the kiss, feeling Loki's hands on her back, his fingers tracing down her spine, and cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She moaned, feeling his hardness press against her moist core as she kissed him back.
She faintly heard the rustle of cloth as Loki deftly undid her top, letting it fall to the floor, feeling the cool metal of his chest plate against her naked flesh. She groaned into Loki's mouth as his hands trace down her sides, finding the clasp of her dress. Her moan deepening as Loki released the clasp, her skirt cascading down her legs and pooling on the floor at her feet.
"I much prefer you like this," Loki said, breaking the kiss as he took in the sight of his naked slave in all her glory.
Carol didn't reply, catching her breath after the searing kiss as she leaned against Loki, her head tucked underneath her chin.
"Show your master how grateful you are, my slave," Loki breathed, placing his hands on her shoulders, and pressing down firmly.
Carol sunk to her knees, staring at Loki's crotch. She knew what he wanted, what he desired, and would prove to him that submitting to him now meant nothing. She was her own person, and didn't need him to feel fulfilled.
She reached out, unbuckling his belt. Her eyes darkened with lust as she stared at his thick cock. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, trailing her tongue up and down his length, getting it nice and wet.
When she was ready, she darted her tongue along the crown of his cock, tasting his essence. She would never say it out loud, but she grown to love the salty-sweet taste of him.
Wrapping her fingers along his shaft, she slowly pumped her hand, looking up into his eyes as she did, before leaning further down, taking his balls in her mouth, circling her tongue first around one, then the other.
Loki let out a deep groan as Carol worked his balls, sucking him just the way he liked. He reached down, running his fingers through her silken hair as he tilted his head back, approving of the slow and deliberate pace his slave set.
He wanted to enjoy this moment, not rush through it, taking the time to enjoy the fruits of Carol's labors. She had learned so quickly, it even amazed him at times how eagerly she had become attuned to his desires.
It still felt strange to Carol, enjoying moments like this, with her kneeling at Loki's feet, the picture of wanton submission as she sucked him.
The power imbalance between them was wide, but a part of her reveled in it, knowing that despite her position, she was the one that controlled his pleasure this time.
She gave one last lick to his balls before trailing the tip of her tongue up his shaft, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking him gently, smiling as she felt Loki tighten his grip on her hair as he let out another groan of pleasure.
She slowly sunk her lips down his shaft, bobbing her head as she sucked him, her lips wrapped tightly around his manhood as she felt the head of his cock bump against the back of her throat.
Carol took a deep breath, relaxing her throat as she prepared to take Loki deeper inside her, running her tongue along the underside of his cock, and feeling the throbbing veins beneath her tongue.
She felt Loki's grip on her hair tighten, a silent command to continue, and she obeyed, the head of Loki's cock slipping into her throat.
Her gag reflex was gone, easily allowing her to adjust to the feel of Loki's thick cock filling her throat.
She got higher on her knees as she leaned her head down, taking his shaft deeper into her throat, feeling it ease inside her until she finally had Loki's full length sheathed inside her eager throat.
Over the past few days Loki had insisted on her sucking him at least twice a day, usually more, his godly stamina allowing him to stay hard for almost an hour at a time when he chose to.
More often than not, after she sucked him, he took her. It didn't matter when, and seemingly everywhere on the ship was fair game, even on the bridge, sitting on his command chair as she straddled him.
She flicked her eyes up, her eyes locking with Loki's as she constricted her throat around his cock, squeezing it for a moment before releasing it. She felt her lungs burn, but she didn't care, refusing to break eye contact with him as she massaged his cock with her throat.
She felt light-headed, her body starved for oxygen, but stubbornly held on until she felt Loki tug on her hair, pulling her back. As Loki's cock cleared her throat, she took in a lung full of air before leaning forward again, taking him back down her throat with a single thrust.
She bobbed her head, taking his full length inside her over and over again, timing her breaths, so she could take a quick lungful of air each time his cock cleared her throat.
Reaching up, she cupped his balls, earning another grunt of pleasure from Loki as she did, gently working them with the pad of her thumb as she continued to bob her head.
Loki's cock twitched in her throat, letting her know he was close. She held him in her throat again, rippling her throat around his manhood as she drove him to the edge.
Feeling his cock tighten, she leaned back, his cock popping out of her throat, but she still kept him in her mouth, sucking him deeply as she felt his manhood throb. She pressed her tongue firmly against the underside of his cock, adding to his pleasure as she sealed her lips tightly around his shaft.
One more twitch later, she felt Loki erupt in her mouth, filling her with his seed. She was careful not to spill a drop, remembering the spanking she received when she failed to do so the first time.
Loki looked down at his slave proudly. Tonight had more to do with his slave's competitive nature than any revelation she had about her true self, but it was a still a step in the right direction, and would give her much to think about in the morning.
"Good girl," he praised as Carol licked his cock clean, his cock already hard thanks to her ministrations. He was tempted to order her to suck him a second time, but didn't want to waste an opportunity like this, not when she was being so obedient.
"On the bed," he ordered.
Carol nodded, not trusting herself to speak as she crawled onto the bed, laying down on her back with her legs splayed wide apart, staring up at Loki with growing lust as he stripped off his armor piece by piece, dropping it to the floor.
She let out a moan as Loki crawled on top of her, their faces just inches apart. She locked eyes with him as he lined up his cock with her slick pussy, letting out a mew of pleasure as he slid inside her, stretching the inner walls of her pussy until he sheathed himself inside her.
She always felt so full with him inside her, and the smoldering look he sent her as he did was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.
He began moving, slowly at first, as he gave her time to adjust to his length, sliding his full length inside her with each thrust.
"Ugggh," she let out a ragged groan as he picked up the pace, fucking her with long, powerful strokes.
She wrapped her ankles around his waist, gasping for breath as he hammered his cock inside her throbbing pussy.
She could feel her orgasm approaching fast as Loki hit just the right spot, her pleasure reaching a new plateau in seconds. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted, staring up into Loki's eyes, losing herself in them.
She let out a loud keening moan as Loki picked up the pace again, pistoning his cock inside her even faster than before, nearly sending her tumbling over the edge into a powerful orgasm, but she stubbornly held on, hoping that this time it would be Loki that lost their unspoken challenge.
She took a shuddering breath, reminding herself why she was doing this, to prove to Loki what he said about her wasn't true. 'I'm my own person. I'm strong,' she repeated over and over in her mind, telling herself she didn't need to submit to him to feel fulfilled.
Loki couldn't hold back the smirk as he saw the gears turning in his slave's head, already having an idea of what she was thinking. He grasped her hips as he got on his knees, holding her up by the waist as he continued to slam his hips forward, claiming his slave's pussy.
Carol's eyes widened as the new angle pushed her pleasure even higher. She dug her fingers into the bedsheets, gripping them tightly as she struggled to hold on.
"Oh god!" she screamed out as Loki's cock, slick with her juices, slammed even deeper inside her. It took everything she had to hold on this long, but she was no match for Loki's prowess.
"MASTEEERRR!" She screamed out as a powerful orgasm washed over her, moaning as Loki fucked her through her orgasm, not even slowing his pace.
Carol shuddered, rolling her head from side to side, her pussy still sensitive from her orgasm. She looked up at Loki, seeing the determined expression on his face, feeling her heart flutter as she realized her night was just beginning.
Her breath came out in short gasps as she quickly became aroused again, pushing herself up on her elbows as she met Loki's eyes again. He was incredible, a skilled and talented lover that knew her body and her desires better than she ever would.
She could feel his fingers on her ass, heard his grunts as he took her, feeling herself drowning in pleasure as she felt another orgasm approaching fast.
Loki looked down at Carol, his entire focus on holding back his own release, determined to pull a second orgasm from his slave before he came.
He lowered her back to the bed as he leaned over her again, thrusting inside her sharply as he reached down, finding Carol's clit. He flicked it with his thumb, earning a guttural moan from her, then a second time as she tightened her legs around his waist.
When he couldn't hold back any longer, he pinched her clit, thrusting inside her one last time.
"UGHHHH!" Carol screamed out as Loki surprised her, feeling a shock of pleasure as another orgasm crashed over her, feeling his cum flood her pussy a second later.
Carol lay there, gasping for breath, feeling a sheen of sweat on her body, hoping that Loki would give her some time to catch her breath before he took her again.
This was the true danger of submission to Loki. The orgasms he gave her were quickly becoming addictive. He had already ruined her for other lovers. She had already accepted that reality, but if she didn't escape soon, she was afraid she would never want to leave.
Loki leaned back, his cock sliding out of Carol's well fucked pussy as he looked at her, her face flushed with desire, his seed leaking from her core, the wanton look in her eyes. It was enough to make him hard all over again.
He moved to the head of the bed, leaning his back against the headboard as he stared down at his slave. "Come," he ordered, pointing to a spot between his legs.
Carol rolled over onto her stomach, looking up at Loki, feeling a rush of desire at the commanding presence Loki so easily exuded. "Yes, Master," she breathed, crawling forward.
She placed a kiss on the crown of his cock before leaning down and licking his cock clean of their combined juices, telling herself she was only doing this so Loki couldn't accuse of reneging on their agreement.
She wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking him into her mouth again, his cock already hard as she bobbed her head, feeling a flash of triumph at the reminder their battle wasn't completely one sided.
She pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock as it bumped into the back of her throat, adding to Loki's pleasure, smirking when Loki tangled his fingers in her hair, but she wouldn't let him take charge, not when she still had the advantage.
She leaned forward, relaxing her throat, taking his full length inside her as she squeezed her throat around his cock, hearing a lust filled grunt from Loki as she did.
Loki looked down at Carol, momentarily surprised by her actions, before a slow smile spread across his face as he realized what she intended. She wanted to make him cum before he took her pussy again, and take the lead in their impromptu competition.
He loosened his grip on her hair, deciding to encourage this new side of his slave.
He let out a low grunt as Carol bobbed her head, proud of his slave's dedication as she took his full length down her throat, even squeezing her throat around his cock each time she took his length inside her.
She had come a long way from the arrogant, and frigid woman she presented herself as, her facade slowly crumbling as he stripped away her armor piece by piece, forcing her to confront the truth of who she really was.
This contest of theirs would have been unthinkable to her just a few short weeks ago, willingly submitting to him for any reason, but he had been patient, knowing that he couldn't push too hard, and risk breaking her, and extinguishing the fire inside her he found so alluring.
Loki let out a low hiss as he tightened his grip on Carol, hair. "Enough, my slave," he said, knowing that if he wasn't careful Carol might actually succeed, and set back his plans for her.
Carol looked up, meeting Loki's eyes, recognizing the tone in his voice, and reluctantly leaned back, letting his stiff cock slip from between her lips
"Good girl," Loki praised, "now get up here."
Carol looked down from Loki's eyes to his engorged cock, her eyes darkening with desire before crawling forward and straddling his waist, letting out a low moan as she lowered herself onto his stiff cock.
Loki smirked, landing a light smack on Carol's ass, but said nothing, watching her carefully to see how she would react.
Carol yelped, more surprised than anything else, as Loki spanked her. She shot him a glare, but when she did, she felt another spank this time on her other ass cheek.
She looked at him, realizing what he wanted, and what would happen if she delayed any longer. Pushing down her pride, she rose onto her knees before lowering herself back on Loki's cock, getting used to this new position.
It had always been Loki that took charge, leaving her surprised when he sat back, allowing her to take the lead, but she wouldn't let an opportunity like this slip through her fingers.
She bounced on his lap, getting into a rhythm as she rode his cock, holding onto his shoulders to keep her balance.
Loki looked at his slave as she bounced on his lap, taking his full length in her slick pussy with ease. He fought the urge to grip her hips and slam his cock into her needy cunt, curious to see if she would follow his commands, or try to take charge herself.
Carol gripped Loki's shoulders tighter as she bounced on his lap. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted, picking up the pace as she took his full length slam into her sensitive cunt over and over again.
The pleasure was indescribable, and for the first time, she was truly in control, setting the pace, and in charge of her own pleasure.
Loki looked at Carol, seeing the triumphant look in her eyes, and knew it was time to correct her misconception. Despite their positions, he was still the master, and she the slave. He brought his hand down on Carol's ass with a sharp smack.
Carol yelped, feeling a sting on her ass. Caught by surprise, it took her a moment to realize what happened, but then a second smack a moment later left no doubt in her mind.
Loki was spanking her. She shot him a glare, not liking the reversal of power as Loki took charge again.
"Faster," Loki grunted, landing another spank on Carol's ass for good measure. "Now, slave," he ordered, landing another spank when she hesitated.
Carol, still with the indignant look on her face, did what Loki ordered, remembering their agreement, bouncing on his lap even faster than before.
It wasn't long before she felt herself getting close again, but she was determined this time to make Loki came first.
She ran her fingers over his chest and shoulders, feeling his taught, battle hardened muscles, wondering what she could do to wrestle back control as she felt another sharp spank on her ass.
She let out another surprised yelp, but picked up the pace again, this time going even faster. But it was a double-edged sword. While it increased Loki's pleasure, it also brought her closer to the edge as well.
Getting an idea, she brought herself up higher on her knees until just the tip of Loki's throbbing cock was inside her.
Leaning forward, she pressed her breasts against Loki's face before bringing herself back down again.
Loki let out a deep groan, approving of his slave's resourcefulness. He reached up, cupping her ass as he guided her back down on his stiff cock. It was so tempting to take over, roll them over so she was on her back, and take her again, but he held off, wanting to see what she would come up with next.
Carol let out a loud moan as she felt Loki's strong hands cup her ass, squeezing and fondling her as he guided her back down on his rigid cock, feeling the stubble on his face rubbing against her breasts, her nipples quickly turning into hardened nubs, adding another layer to her growing pleasure.
She was barely holding it together, riding the edge of a powerful orgasm, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't make Loki cum. She looked into his eyes, desperate for a sign that he was close, but all she found was the ever present smirk on his face betraying nothing.
Loki held Carol's gaze, seeing the desperation in her eyes, and knew it was time to act, and drive the point home. He reached forward, gripping the base of Carol's plug, and gave it a quick turn.
Carol's eyes went wide as she felt her plug twist inside her, the ridges on the shaft rubbing against the nerve ending inside her ass. "MAASSTEERRR!" She screamed out, even louder than before, as she came hard.
She slumped forward, her sweat soaked body pressed against Loki as she gasped for breath, letting out a soft groan as Loki wiggled her plug. She could still feel his engorged cock inside her making it clear he hadn't cum when she did.
She inhaled sharply as Loki pulled her plug out of her ass, finally free of the intruder after so many days.
She sighed softly, glad to have it out of there, but the sudden emptiness slowly gave way to a new feeling.
Despite all her protests to the contrary, she had actually grown used to having the plug inside her, squeezing it in moments of anxiety, a reassuring reminder that Loki was close by.
She didn't know exactly when it happened, and it shocked her to her core that she now drew comfort from something so demeaning.
It was almost a relief when she felt Loki's fingers circle the rim of her ass, still gaping from having her plug inside her for so long. She didn't even try to stop him as he eased two of his fingers into her ass, giving them a firm squeeze as she felt his knuckles press against her asshole.
Loki smiled, seeing that his slave was adjusting to her plug well, and after giving her a few moments to recover, he curled his fingers inside her ass, lifting her up until half his length remained buried inside her.
Carol's eyes went wide as she felt a pressure in her ass, gasping as Loki held her up. She had always known he was strong, but the level of control he had to do something like this without hurting her was something else entirely.
"You didn't think we were finished yet, did you, my slave?" Loki laughed, seeing the expression on Carol's face.
Before she could respond, he thrust his hips up sharply, sheathing himself inside his slave's pussy again.
"UGGGHH!" Carol groaned, surprised again as Loki thrust back inside her, setting a slow and steady pace as he balanced her in the air. Her hands flew to his shoulders, clinging to him tightly so she wouldn't fall down.
Loki gradually picked up the pace, slamming his cock into Carol's slick pussy, feeling her squeeze his fingers buried in her ass tightly as she held on.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Carol grunted, digging her fingers into Loki's shoulders as he firmly took control, the realization finally hitting her.
It felt so much more intense when Loki took charge, taking his pleasure from her as she clung to him, feeling wave after wave of ecstasy coursing through her body.
She tried to tell herself it was only temporary, that it didn't mean anything. It was just a silly contest between them, but through it all, a growing part of her knew it was only through her submission to him she felt this kind of intense pleasure.
Loki growled low in his throat, lowering Carol down onto his cock as he thrust inside her, increasing both their pleasure.
"GAWD!!" Carol screamed out, gasping for breath as she struggled to hold on as Loki skillfully fucked her.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned. It was too much. She had only cum a few moments ago, and she was about to cum again, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She had lost track of how many times Loki made her cum, but knew it was far fewer than the times he came. His stamina was incredible, and each time he fucked her, it felt better than the last.
She could feel his fingers inside her ass, feeling a dull ache as he lifted her up before allowing her to drop back down onto his stiff cock, but the ache only added to her pleasure, magnifying the pleasure she felt in her slick pussy.
Her pussy practically welcomed his cock back inside her with each thrust as he stretched the walls of her pussy just right.
She let out a loud, keening moan as Loki added a third finger to her ass, keeping up his relentless pace as he slammed his cock into her quivering pussy.
His engorged cock rubbing up against the walls of pussy, as she felt his fingers inside her ass pressing against the other side, the added tightness driving her wild as she clung to him, gasping for breath.
In her more lucid moments, she grudgingly accepted Loki had mastered her body, driving her to new heights of pleasure, and making her beg for more each time.
She clung to the fact that her mind was still her own, that despite his best efforts with the dreams he gave her, she had not given in, that she had not surrendered.
'At least not yet,' a voice in the back of her mind whispered.
"LOKIIII!" she screamed out in ecstasy as she came again, unable to hold on any longer as another intense orgasm washed over her, but Loki didn't stop, continuing to thrust inside her with wild abandon.
"Please," Carol moaned, the intensity of the orgasm making her see stars as she slumped forward, no longer having the strength to even cling to Loki as he thrust inside her. "I-it's too m-much," she groaned weakly.
Loki looked at his slave, loving how she looked after she came, her flushed face, the way her skin glistened, the heat of her touch. "Shhh," he whispered, cradling her body to his chest as he lowered them to the bed, turning her around so that she had her back to him.
Despite how tired she was, she let out a mew of pleasure as Loki traced his hand down her side, reaching between her thighs as he lifted her leg into the air.
She could feel his cock rubbing between her ass cheeks, letting out a shallow gasp as he slid his cock slick with her juices back into her cunt. He was still hard, even after making her cum twice before.
She let out a whimper as he set a slower, and far more sensual pace as he sawed his dick in out of her quivering pussy, surprising herself when she let out a low moan as she felt herself getting aroused again despite her weariness, the slower pace awaking something in her that Loki's previously relentless pace hadn't.
It felt good, better than good, as she felt her pussy moisten again, despite what she said earlier. "Uggghhhh," she groaned, as Loki hit just the right spot.
Loki hooked his arm behind Carol's knee, lifting her leg higher as he cupped her breast, taking advantage of her flexibility.
He worked her nipple into a hardened nub as he continued his slow and sensual pace.
He was nearly at his limit, holding back his own orgasm for so long, but wouldn't let this opportunity slip from his gasp, to prove to Carol that her pleasure belonged to him, that it was he that decided when and if she came, and only him.
Carol grunted, feeling the powerful corded muscles in Loki's arm as he held her leg, feeling the heat of his skin against hers. Her sex was dripping wet as Loki pumped his cock inside her quivering pussy with long, slow strokes.
Her pussy practically ached for his cock, to feel the release Loki could only give her. His stamina was incredible, leaving her a quivering mess as he took her. She could feel her orgasm coming, her mind and body aligned for the first time as she surrendered to the inevitable.
Her breath hitched in her throat as Loki released her leg, leaning over her as he cupped her cheek, pressing his lips against hers. The kiss was softer than before, more gentle, but no less arousing.
She moaned into his mouth as he slipped a finger into her ass, breaking the kiss. She clamped down on it, keeping his finger inside her as he fucked her, almost grateful for its presence inside her, grounding her, and finally allowing her to focus.
"Master," she breathed out as Loki pulled another orgasm from her exhausted body, feeling him erupt inside her a second later, his cum flooding her pussy and mingling with her own juices.
Her eyes closed, feeling both tired and deeply satisfied as Loki lay down beside her, rolling her over so her head lay on his chest. Without thinking, she draped her leg over his waist, giving his finger still buried in her ass a light squeeze before her eyes closed, and she drifted to sleep
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