Carol rested her head on Loki's chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart as he carried her in his arms, her skin slick with sweat after their battle, and what happened after.
She had lost. There was no getting around that fact, and that was with Loki holding back, playing with her more than anything else, but she wasn't upset with him, as the reality of her situation finally sunk in.
He had given her a chance to fight for her freedom, returned all her skills and abilities to her, but it wasn't enough, and after fighting him a second time, she could truly see the deep chasm that separated their abilities, and with Loki pointing out the fatal flaw in her abilities, she wasn't nearly as sure of herself as she had been before.
She also thought about all the other beings she had met as Loki's captive, how she'd learned firsthand how dangerous and frightening the universe could truly be.
Lyria didn't have any energy based abilities like her, she had thought then, naively, that a fight between them would have been a forgone conclusion, but now she wasn't so sure.
Lyria had moved with an impossible grace that belayed her true strength, fooling her with her bubbly nature, and playfulness, but could she have really survived on Knowhere for as long as she had like that?
'No,' she thought, remembering the steel in Lyria's voice when she pushed her too far, and the casual displays of strength as she easily overpowered her.
She remembered the Collector, fighting back the shiver as she thought about the cold, and calculating look in his eyes as he stared at her, remembering the moment he decided he wanted her in his collection.
He hadn't so much as raised a hand, but she practically felt the power exuding from every pore of his body. How his servants averted their eyes when he spoke, how quickly they jumped to follow his commands.
Then there was Ronan, the only one she had known about before her capture. He had been powerful as well, and his abilities were also energy based, seemingly giving her the advantage, but how long before he worked at the fatal flaw in her abilities?
It wouldn't have been as fast as Loki did, but it didn't have to be. He was durable, and would eventually wear her down, waiting until she spent all her energy, then she would be at his mercy.
Even the Dwarves, who turned out to be far larger than she remembered from the books back on earth, were frighteningly strong, bending and shaping dense metals sometimes with their bare hands.
She could tell the moment she saw them they were far more powerful than they looked, remembering how she had leaned into Loki for, naturally looking to him for safety and protection when she saw them.
She looked up at Loki, nestled safely in his arms as she wondered when that had happened. When was the moment her captor became her protector?
She frowned, unable to pinpoint the exact moment it happened, when her feeling for Loki became decidedly more complicated.
She wasn't surprised to find herself back in the bedroom. Loki had said he wanted to celebrate, and she didn't need to guess to know what that would entail, her mind flashing back to when she had called him master on the Dwarven home planet.
She had told herself then it had just been a one time thing, to prove Loki wrong, that his games wouldn't work on her, but in truth, it hadn't felt like a game at all. It felt all too real, even natural to call him master.
It had felt so good to give in to her base urges, to fully trust Loki to take care of her, to protect her, to command her.
She felt a surge of desire tingle down her spine as she remembered how good it felt to give in, how natural it had felt to submit to him then, how safe she felt, snugly wrapped in his powerful arms.
She couldn't help the feeling that with each passing day she sunk further and further into his control, and each time it happened, how it bothered her a little less to lose her independence and her freedom to him.
Loki carefully placed Carol back down as he stepped into the bathroom, turning on the faucet to the large tub as he shed his own armor. He could see that his slave was deep in thought, no doubt thinking about how she had lost, and what that would mean for her future.
He stepped into the tub, draping his arms around the rim as he gave her a few moments to collect herself.
After a long moment, Carol looked up, seeing Loki already in the tub. He said nothing, simply curling his finger as he beckoned her forward. She looked back at him, seeing the rippling muscles on his chest and shoulders, the roguish look in his eyes, feeling her heart flutter.
He bore some resemblance to the Norse myths, with his dark hair, his penchant for trickery, and his intellect, but he was far more than that, wielding abilities that made her wonder why the myths depicted Thor as the warrior, and him as the trickster.
Were their characters and traits distilled for simplicity's sake? To make it easier to differentiate between the two godly figures? Seeing the smirk on his face, she doubted she would ever find out the truth.
"Carol," Loki said, his voice low and sensual, yet still commanding her attention. "Come," he beckoned, "I've been patient long enough."
Carol looked at Loki startled, a blush tinging her cheeks as she realized he caught her staring.
It was left unsaid, but she knew what would happen if she disobeyed him, and for once, she didn't feel the urge to challenge him.
She stepped into the tub, wading towards him as she inhaled the scent of exotic flowers and herbs floating in the water, reminding her of the bath Lyria had given her.
She straddled his waist, resting her chin on his shoulder, their bodies pressed tightly together as she let out a sigh of contentment, relaxing into his touch as she felt his warm, wet hands on her back and ass, gently massaging her as he held her close.
She leaned further into his touch, letting go as she gave into her desires, loving the feel of his strong hands exploring her supple body.
Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hand on the base of her plug, slowly rotating it inside her. She mewed, feeling the ridges on the base as he turned it, her nerve endings coming alive with desire as her nipples hardened instantly.
She both hated and loved the feel of her plug inside her now. Hating it for what it represented, how invasive, and demeaning it was to have it locked inside her, with no way for her to remove it on her own.
But just as Loki said, with each passing day it had become that much easier to bare, and now, on the rare occasions Loki removed it, it left her feeling oddly empty.
She remembered bearing down on it when she felt scared or anxious, the feeling of safety and security when Loki held onto the base.
She couldn't tell for certain, but it didn't feel like it came from any mental suggestion Loki implanted in her mind, as she couldn't recall any of the normal gaps in her memories that came along with it.
She looked down, feeling Loki's cock pressed against her stomach. He was already hard again. Her eyes darkened with lust as she stared down at the head of his cock, imaging her lips wrapped around it, sucking him until he came in her mouth.
'When did that happen?' she wondered, remembering a time when even the thought of doing something like that felt demeaning.
She let out a soft moan, feeling Loki's hands on her back, tracing patterns on her skin as he slowly massaged her back and shoulders.
She mewed with desire, pressing her chest into Loki's hands as he circled his hands around her, squeezing and fondling her breasts, and teasing her nipples.
"You are exquisite, my slave," Loki whispered, his eyes dancing with mischief and desire. "Just on the cusp of release. This is how I wish to see you always."
Carol groaned, not trusting herself to speak as she felt Loki's hands drift lower, dancing over her flat stomach, then circling her navel before dipping lower.
Her breath came out in shallow gasps as Loki's fingers slipped between her parted thighs, caressing her hairless mound, her body responding instantly to his touch as waves of pleasure rippled through her.
Loki smiled inwardly, watching his slave writhe with desire as he teased her needy cunt. He snaked his other hand down her spine, wrapping his fingers firmly around the base of her plug, slowly turning it as he teased her pussy lips with the other, grinning when she arched her back, letting out a long, keening moan.
He had noticed this soon after capturing his willful slave, but she was always at her most submissive, her most desirable after a defeat.
"Up," he commanded, watching with satisfaction as Carol rose to her knees, her pussy hovering millimeters above his throbbing cock, ready to impale herself on his manhood.
He drew out the moment, their eyes locking as he remained silent, the head of his cock brushed against her dripping core.
He could see the desire, the need in his slave's eyes, the absolute certainty that it was only him that could fulfill her desires, taking her to heights of pleasure she never thought possible.
He gave her plug a gentle tug, feeling her slick pussy wrap around her throbbing cock as she slowly enveloped his manhood. He let out a grunt, feeling the tightness of her pussy as he sheathed his cock inside her.
He could see the desperation in her eyes, the need to have his cock moving inside her, but to her credit, she hadn't moved, waiting for him to command her. 'Good girl,' he thought, proud of her progress.
Carol let out the breath she had been holding when Loki slapped her ass, trembling with need as she slowly rose up on her knees, before sinking back down again. She wanted desperately to go faster, to feel Loki's cock hammering inside her pussy, but knew he wouldn't allow it this early.
He loved teasing her like this, slowly building up her pleasure, choosing when and how he took her. She groaned, feeling Loki's strong fingers on her hips, guiding her up and down on his shaft, keeping her at the same slow and deliberate pace as before.
She mewed with desire, grunting and moaning as she met his eyes, silently pleading with him to go faster, but to no avail. She shut her eyes tightly, knowing what he wanted from her, another admission of his dominance, and her growing submission.
She heard the water splash in the tub as she rode his cock. It was impossible to focus on anything else. Tilting her head back, she placed her hands over his chest, feeling the strong, corded muscles beneath her fingers tips. "Uggghh!" she groaned, needing more.
"Please, Master," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper, and thick with need. "More," she groaned
Loki dug his fingers into his slave's hips, thrusting his hips up as he brought her down on his cock, earning a loud groan from his slave.
The water sloshed around the tub as Loki picked up the pace, bringing Carol down on his throbbing cock faster and faster, loving the velvety tightness of her slick pussy around his cock.
Carol wrapped her arms around Loki's neck's clinging to him as she grunted in delight. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she moaned, her pleasure spiking as Loki took her in only the way he could.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt Loki pull on the base of her plug again, this time easing it out of her back passage. Her eyes widened, suddenly feeling cool air, and splashes of water drip on her asshole.
Loki didn't give her long to get used to the sudden, and unexpected feeling of emptiness as he pressed his index finger into her ass a moment later, easily slipping it inside her to the second knuckle.
Instinctively, she clamped down on his finger, keeping it trapped inside her as she rode his cock. But just when she was about to cum, Loki slowed his pace again.
She groaned audibly, unable to hide her frustration as she slowly came down from the heights of pleasure Loki brought her to.
"Patience, my slave," Loki said, chuckling lightly. "It was a saying on your world, was it not? Good things come to those who wait."
"Please Master," Carol pleaded, not caring how it made her sound as her body practically screamed for release.
Loki smiled, giving Carol's ass a light slap with his free hand as he leaned back. "Show me then, my slave. How much do you want this?"
Carol let out a low groan, pressing her forehead into Loki's shoulder, leaning against him as he came to a stop, easing his finger out of her ass. She knew he was testing her, but didn't understand what he wanted.
She met his eyes, searching for answers, wiling to do anything to quench her need. Then it dawned on her. She slipped off his lap, sinking lower into the water as she stared at his cock, bobbing just above the surface of the water, glistening with her juices.
She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock without hesitation, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him deeply, tasting their combined essence on her tongue.
She remembered the first time he'd made her suck him, the deal she made with him to remove her plug the first night. She hadn't fully realized it then, but that one act had opened the floodgates of desire within her.
She now craved the taste of him, even now imagining the salty-sweet taste of his essence dancing on her tongue. It was intoxicating, feeling his manhood in her throat, how his cock twitched in her mouth as she sucked him, the satisfaction she got from pleasuring him this way, the small, yet fleeting measure of control she had over him in those moments.
She had never done this for anyone else, never even considered it, but as the days blended together, as her desires for her captor grew, it was all she could think about.
She had imagined herself on more than one occasion laying in bed with him. Her waking up before him, and slithering down his body, wrapping her eager lips around his cock while he slept, and nursing his cock, sucking him until he grew hard, and him erupting in her mouth as he woke, then her, licking his cock clean as she stared up at him mischievously like the cat that stole the canary.
Loki rested his elbows on the edge of the tub, watching his slave work. After a while, he reached down, running his fingers through her air as she continued to suck him.
Carol leaned down until the head of Loki's cock bumped against the back of her throat as she bobbed her head, sucking him deeply, loving the feel of Loki's fingers in her hair as he allowed her to set the pace.
Taking a deep breath, she leaned further down, Loki's cock slipping into her throat as she reached up, cupping his balls in her hand as she fondled them, earning a groan form him as she felt his fingers tighten in her hair.
She squeezed her throat around his cock, adding to his pleasure as she slowly bobbed her head, keeping him inside her throat.
She felt her lungs burn, but she didn't care, eager to draw out this moment for as long as she could manage.
Loki took a sharp breath as he felt Carol's tongue slither along the underside of his cock, feeling his cock throb in response as he worked to hold himself back, marveling at how far his slave had come in such a short amount of time.
He knew what she was doing, using all the skills she had picked up to please him. It was an unspoken competition between them as she did her level best to make him cum before he did the same to her, a competition that Carol had never won, but certainly not for lack of effort.
He exhaled through his nose as Carol practically milked his cock, still buried deep inside her throat. Their eyes met as his slave looked up at him, the silent challenge in her eyes.
He smiled inwardly, wondering if the next time his slave challenged him, if it would be to a contest like this. In battle, it was already a foregone conclusion how it would end. He knew the limitations of his slave's abilities better than she did, but in the arena of pleasure, she was a quick learner, and immensely talented.
Carol's felt lightheaded. She had never held Loki's cock in her throat for this long before. She leaned back, forced to admit she reached her limit, and unwilling to risk passing out to win, but kept her lips locked around his cock, breathing through her nose as she prepared to take him in her throat again.
In their current position she had the advantage, Loki's couldn't finger her, or slam his cock inside her quivering pussy, but that did nothing to cool her intense arousal, and Loki had proven himself more than adept at turning the tables on her when she least suspected it.
She would have to keep her guard up, be prepared for whatever he had in store for her, but that alone wouldn't be enough.
Taking a chance, she pulled her lips from his cock, wrapping her fist around his thick cock.
As she pumped her fist, she leaned down, her mouth dipping just below the surface of the water as she wrapped her lips around his balls, sucking on them gently as she teased them with her tongue.
When Loki let out a grunt, further tightening his grip on her hair, she knew she was on the right track. She pumped her fist up and down his shaft, feeling the throbbing veins of his manhood beneath her fingertips.
Carol couldn't hide her grin. She was closer now than she had ever come to beating him. She could feel it. All she had to do was keep him distracted.
She arched her back, her ass rising above the surface of the water as she swayed her hips from side to side enticingly as she continued to pump her hand on his shaft.
Loki tore his eyes away from the alluring sight of his slave's dainty fist wrapped around his cock, watching as the beads of water dripped off her ass, her firm, supple skin glistening in the light as she bobbed her head.
He felt his cock throb, as he struggled to hold himself back, doubting he would have lasted this long if not for the alterations he'd made to his own mind with the infinity stone, increasing his will power while giving himself a much finer degree of control over his body.
He smiled through it. This was his slave truly in her element. She was practically made for pleasure, and with each passing day she grew more sure of herself, more skilled in the arena she truly belonged in.
There was so much he still had left to teach her in that regard, so many more experiences she never had, pleasures she had never felt, and he would make sure she experienced every one of them.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the alluring sight of her ass bobbing just above the water, the droplets of water dripping down her skin.
She had taken to her plug so well. Of course, she had hated it at first, but just as he'd expected, she quickly grew accustomed to it inside her, even drawing pleasure from its presence.
He fondly remembered the first time he'd plugged her, how hard she'd fought and struggled before finally accepting the inevitable.
He had teased her back passage many times after that, showing her the pleasure she had denied herself, pumped his fingers inside her, teaching her to associate the act with not just submission but deep, and relentless pleasure until she could no longer separate the two.
Biting back another groan of pleasure, he looked down at his slave. She was still defiant, but in a way that suited her, adding to her allure and beauty rather than detracting from it.
Carol rubbed her thighs together, looking up at Loki, astounded by his willpower, wondering just how much longer he could last.
She ached to press her fingers between her slick thighs, to finger herself to completion as she sucked him, but knew she couldn't.
As aroused as she was, she knew it would only be a few moments before she came. Loki would notice. There was no way she could hide it from him, hide anything from him, really. He was far too observant to miss something that obvious.
Loki felt his cock twitch as Carol returned her lips to his cock, locking eyes with him as she licked his shaft, his balls now cupped in her hands as she took his cock down her throat again. He was close, they both knew it, and normally he would have cum by now, but now that his slave had turned it into a competition, it changed things.
Just when his precocious slave leaned back, letting his cock popping out of her throat to take another breath, he acted.
Carol yelped as she suddenly found herself with her back turned to Loki, the top half of her body hanging over the edge of the tub. She gasped as she felt Loki's strong hands between her thighs, roughly shoving her legs apart, then let out a guttural moan as his thick cock pierced her quivering pussy.
"GOD!" she groaned, nearly cumming on the spot as Loki slammed his hips forwards, water sloshing out of the tub as his thighs slapped into her ass.
She gripped the edges of the tub tightly, struggling to hold on as Loki pumped his cock inside her needy pussy with long, powerful strokes.
It felt incredible, just like it always did when Loki took her, but it felt different this time, more raw and less sensual. He was rougher with her, not enough to hurt her. He was always careful about that, knowing her limitations, and just how far he could push, but it was still enough to make her go cross-eyed.
She let out a keening moan as Loki hit just the right spot, as if he were reading her mind when she felt him tighten his grip on her hips.
He somehow knew just what she needed, when to be soft and sensual, when to tease her, when to take her exactly the way he was now.
She had never experienced anything like this with her previous lovers, the few that she had. She could never have imagined she would enjoy this as much as she did. There was just something Loki when he took charge like this, taking his pleasure from her, that always made her toes curl, and her body come alive with desire.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair, pushing it out of her face as she turned back to look at Loki, groaning as she felt his hand on the back of her head, gripping her hair tightly as he took her.
She moaned into his mouth as their lips crashed together in a dance of submission and dominance, mewing with pleasure as Loki switched to shorter, but sharper thrusts, continuing to fuck her relentlessly as he pressed his tongue into her mouth.
She felt his tongue exploring her mouth, pressing against hers, and brushing against her teeth as he forced her into submission, her body quickly surrendering to his blitz.
She was losing; she knew that much already. Loki would make her cum first like he always did, and he had worked her into such a sexual frenzy she didn't even care that she would lose, only that he would let her cum.
Loki grunted, tearing his lips away from his slave's as he tightened his grip on her hips. She had learned well what he enjoyed, focusing her competitive nature on fighting him in this arena so seamlessly that if he wasn't careful, she may just win one of these competitions of theirs one day.
Carol arched her back, grinding her pussy against Loki's throbbing cock as he pistoned in and out of her slick pussy, taking her hard and fast.
She could feel what little remained of her control slip away as her pussy quivered around Loki's cock, and as hard as she tried to hold on, it was a lost cause.
"LOKI!!" She screamed out as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over her as she slumped forward, her body going limp, but Loki didn't stop, didn't even slow down as he fucked her through her orgasm, hammering his cock into her weeping pussy.
She gasped for breath, the aftershocks of her orgasm washing over her as she struggled to hold on.
Loki let out a loud grunt, finally reaching his limit half a dozen thrusts later, slamming his hips forward one last time as he buried his cock inside his slave's eager pussy as he erupted inside her.
Carol let out a gasp as she felt Loki's hot cum flood her pussy, setting off another smaller, but still intense orgasm inside her, feeling their combined juices leak out of her pussy, and drip down her thighs a moment later.
She felt so small, held in Loki's embrace as he took her, feeling protected, and safe, basking in the moment of clarity that only came after a powerful orgasm, a moment in time where she was free of duty, free of expectations, and could just exist in the moment.
She breathed deeply, finally able to catch her breath as Loki leaned over her, feeling his hot breath on the nape of her neck as he held her. She could feel his cock inside her, and despite cuming just a moment ago, he was still hard, still eager to take her all over again.
She felt lightheaded as she lay there, overwhelmed by Loki's sexual prowess. She had never beat him, not once, but surprisingly, it didn't demoralize her. If anything, it pushed her to try harder the next time, confident that with time she could beat him… At least once.
As Loki leaned back, his cock popping out of her well fucked pussy. She couldn't hold back the groan that escaped her lips, missing the familiar presence of his cock inside her.
"Patience, my slave," Loki said, chuckling lightly at the disappointed look on Carol's face. "The night is still young, and we are far from finished," he said, helping her out of the tub.
Carol stood on wobbly legs, not trusting herself to speak, as Loki dried her off with a towel before placing his hand on the small of her back, leading her back to the bedroom.
When they reached the bed, he gave her ass a light slap, silently ordering her onto the bed.
Carol crawled forward, looking over her shoulder as she did. When she reached the center of the bed, she turned around, kneeling as she looked up at Loki, following his gaze to the nightstand.
Her eyes widened seeing the ornate wooden box sitting innocently on the table, the box Eitri had given him. It had slipped her mind after everything that happened, but looking at it now, it all came rushing back to her. The challenge Loki made to her, and her defeat.
She watched as he opened the box, knowing what was coming. She thought about defying him, reneging on their bet, but knew ultimately that it was pointless to do so.
Loki easily overpowered her, and if he had wanted to, he could have locked the collar around her neck without their wager, and there was nothing she could have done to stop him.
It was a massive step back on her path to freedom. There was no doubt about that, but if she didn't accept her defeat now with the grace Loki expected of her, there wouldn't be another opportunity like this in the future.
With a soft sigh, she pushed her hair aside, exposing her neck as she met Loki's gaze, seeing his eyes widen ever so slightly. It was gone in an instant. If she blinked, she would have missed it, but there was pride in his eyes at her acceptance.
She stared back at him, feeling something as well in that moment, a flutter in her heart at the way he looked at her, a piece of her craving more.
She looked down at the metallic collar resting innocently in his hands, seeing the recessed settings for each of the infinity stones, how the light reflected off of it, appearing both gold and silver when the light caught it just right.
It was a work of art. Even with her admittedly limited knowledge of such things, but as beautiful as it was, there was no escaping what it was. The collar was a tangible symbol of Loki's dominance, his control, and of her submission.
Loki looked down at his slave, feeling no small amount of pride as she accepted her fate, fitting the collar around her delicate neck, watching with satisfaction as the seem disappeared, and the collar fused together, permanently locking it around her neck.
He took a step back, admiring his beautiful slave, and how well the collar suited her.
Carol looked up at Loki, feeling the weight of the collar locked around her neck. Surprised, it wasn't nearly as heavy as it looked, feeling far lighter than it had any right to be.
It was warm, just above room temperature, feeling surprisingly pleasant against her skin.
Even without the stones, she could feel the power emanating from it. It was a slow trickle, not enough for her to draw from, even if Loki allowed it, but none the less, it was there.
She looked into Loki's open palm, seeing the yellow, blue, and red stones appear, still amazed by how much power they contained. She met his gaze, watching as he placed them on her collar one by one.
She felt a buzz as each stone fused with her collar, an undercurrent of primordial power that stood just outside of her reach.
Glancing in the mirror, she was surprised to see the stones themselves had changed as well, now looking like polished and cut jewels instead of the jagged and raw stones they had been before.
She reached out for the power, testing if she could exert her own will over them, the way Loki had when he altered her mind, but it felt like water in her hands, slipping through her fingers just as she tried to grasp it.
Loki couldn't help but smirk as his slave testing the limits of her collar. He expected nothing less from her, watching as she attempted to draw power from the stones, then the look on her face as it fizzled out just as he had intended when he designed the collar.
He tapped into the power of the reality stone, watching as the bedroom faded away, replaced by the palace he intended to build once he forged his kingdom, smiling when he didn't feel even a hint of pain from using the stones.
Carol gasped as she looked around in wonder at her new surroundings, looking up at the high arched ceilings, the large ornate windows, and the starlit sky. She could even smell the cool night air and hear the distant sounds of birds chirping in the distance.
She looked down, seeing the rose petals strewn across the bed. They had been her favorite flower back on earth, the same ones that grew in her mother's garden.
She closed her eyes, inhaling the familiar scent. It was just as she remembered it.
She opened her eyes, looking at Loki as he sat down on the edge of the bed, her eyes dipping lower as they darkened with lust, seeing his engorged cock. She licked her lips sensually, feeling a surge of intense arousal as she crawled towards him, not ready for the night to end.
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