Carol woke with a tired yawn, looked around the bedroom she shared with Loki, not sure if she could handle any more Asgardian celebrations or wakes.
It had predictably gone long into the night, and when it finally ended in the early hours of the morning they retreated to their bedroom. Loki had been amorous, more so than usual, which she strongly suspected had more than a little to do with Sif spending most of the night teasing, and fondling her between drinks and card games.
She had lost track of how many times, and positions Loki took her in, making her scream in ecstasy each time he made her cum, but she did remember how their night ended: Loki fucking her ass hard and fast until he finally came, filling her ass with his seed.
She traced her fingers along Loki's forearm, wrapped snugly around her waist, tracing the strong, corded muscles beneath his skin, enjoying the feel of his stiff cock sheathed inside her ass, stretching her open.
The thought suddenly struck her as odd. She had grown so used to having her plug, or Loki's cock inside her ass that those brief moments when she had nothing inside her felt uncomfortable; even the feel of Sif's fingers had been preferable to emptiness.
She allowed her mind to drift to Lady Sif, the Shield-maiden, remembering how Thor called her that in a few of his stories.
Sif's intentions toward her were obvious, as was her prowess with women, and it didn't seem like her fixation on her would end anytime soon, forcing her to rely on Loki to rebuff her advances which he didn't seem to have much interest in doing beyond annoying Sif.
Her thoughts then shifted to Proxima. How her bodyguard had spent most of the night glaring at Sif, especially the times she spent on the Asgardian woman's lap, and despite what Proxima told her to contrary, it felt like she was actually jealous.
Her mind whirled as she considered the possibility she might be getting a swelled head. She wasn't blind to how she looked. Even before Loki captured her there was a certain amount of male attention she drew, but it was never anything like this, and never from women, much less two.
Ironically, the attention she received from men other than Loki seemed to have evaporated, but she was fairly certain it had less to do with her looks, and much more to do with the intensity of Loki's gaze, his presence enough to make most seasoned warriors cower.
"Good morning, little slave," Loki smiled, whispering into Carol's ear, interrupting her thoughts.
Carol felt a tingle of desire shiver down her spine as Loki cupped her breast, kneading it firmly between his fingers as she let out a low groan, wondering again how she was expected to keep up with his godly stamina.
He had spent hours fucking her into the early hours of the morning, more than enough for a normal man to pass out from exhaustion, and was ready to go again after just a few short hours.
"I can't decide what I prefer more," Loki said, setting a slow and sensual pace with his slave, pumping his cock inside her ass with shallow thrusts, smiling when she let out a gasp.
"Waking up with your lips wrapped around my cock," he said, hooking her leg, and lifting it up as he gradually picked up the pace, "or spending the night with my cock buried in your ass, just so that I can do this each morning."
Carol let out a soft mew as she melted into Loki's touch, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts as the steady push and pull in her ass grew more intense, feeling a growing tightness build in her core as her inner walls stretched to accommodate him.
"Decisions, decisions," Loki tsked. "Such is the life of a god, I suppose," he said, pumping his full length into his slave's velvety tight ass. "Do you have a preference, my slave?"
"Uggh," Carol groaned, knowing that Loki expected an answer, but not sure what to tell him. "I… d-don't know.. Master… Ugh! UGH… both f-feel really… GOOD!" She moaned as Loki picked up the pace again, obviously liking her answer.
"Perhaps," Loki smirked, "someone can share our bed.. You have many suitors after all. First Proxima, now Sif. How will you choose between them?"
"God Master," Carol moaned, irritated that he would bring up something like that at a moment like this, when all she wanted to do was enjoy the feel of his cock pumping away in her ass, and not have to imagine herself with other women.
Loki didn't slow his pace, finding Carol's growing irritation all the more arousing.
"It's not like e-either of them Uggh!" She groaned as Loki chose that moment to slide finger over her slit. "Neither of them.. gave me a choice."
"No, I suppose not," Loki chuckled, pushing a finger between his slave's slick folds, adding to her pleasure.
Carol gasped as Loki's talented fingers found just the right spot. "A-and it isn't… me ugh, choosing between them, it's you," she groaned, arching into his touch.
Loki chuckled. "Well, I suppose that's true," he conceded. "But you've spent time with both of them," he said, thrusting into his slave's ass as he pressed his palm against her slick folds. "You must have a preference by now."
Carol grunted as Loki suddenly rolled them off their sides, quickly finding herself on her hands and knees as Loki continued to thrust inside her ass. She let out a low moan, pressing her cheek to the mattress as she spread her legs wider for him.
"I'm waiting my slave," Loki said, lightly slapping Carol's ass, knowing that it was at moments like this that his slave was at her most honest.
Carol groaned, rocking her hips to meet Loki's thrusts, her body aching for release as she struggled to collect her thoughts. "It's not… I Ugh! Don't ugh have. Don't want either UGH!" She grunted, clenching tightly around Loki's cock as his fingers found her slick folds again, pressing down on her clit with his thumb as he pumped two fingers inside her.
"You seemed to enjoy it when Proxima tongued your ass," Loki replied, lifting Carol up and bouncing her in his lap. "And when Sif played with you, you didn't fight her for very long."
Carol leaned back against Loki's chest, letting out a soft whimper as her orgasm approached, knowing what would happen if she refused to answer him.
"It's not the same," she admitted. "They can… Ugh… make me feel good, b-but ugh! It's not you."
Loki smiled, genuinely this time. "No, it's not," he agreed, slowing to a more sensual pace as his slave groaned in disappointment. "But it is my will, and you will accept it."
Carol nodded slowly, coming to terms with Loki's decision, another concept that would have felt alien to her a few months ago, or what felt like a lifetime ago depending on how she thought about it.
Her old life was over, and the illusion of freedom the Kree granted her was a small price to pay for what she had now.
Loki, her captor, her protector, and her savior all rolled into one. He cherished her in a way she had never felt before. He was dominant, unyielding most of the time, but softer when she needed it, bringing her to the absolute heights of pleasure and arousal as he steadily pushed past every limit she thought she had.
She gasped, shaken from her thoughts when she felt Loki's cock leave her ass, the uncomfortable emptiness setting in as he lay her down on the bed.
She let out a whimper as he grabbed her ankle, placing it on his shoulder, then a low, satisfied moan as he sheathed himself back inside her ass, their eyes meeting as pumped his cock inside her again.
His cock pulsed as he reached down, flicking her clit. Her eyes widened as Loki again proved he understood her body and desires better that she ever would.
"MAAASTEEEERR!," she moaned wantonly, arching her back as her orgasm washing over her, but of course Loki wasn't content with making her cum just once, fucking her through her orgasm as he pressed his thumb down against her sensitive clit, building up her pleasure all over again.
Loki grunted, his cock throbbing a second time, then a third before he finally erupted inside his slave's ass, filling her with his seed, but not before pulling one last orgasm from her.
Carol lay on her back panting as she slowly came down from her orgasm, feeling Loki's cum leaking from her ass.
She let out a disappointed groan as she felt his cock leave her ass, looking up at the ceiling as she heard the shower turn on, a part of her hoping the moment after could have lasted a little longer as she caught her breath.
She rolled over onto her stomach as Loki stepped out of the shower, putting on his pants and boots. Watching him for a moment before she stepped off the bed, helping him to strap on his armor.
She felt a bittersweet pang in her chest, reminded of the fact that she was no longer a warrior, those abilities locked tightly away under Loki's control.
She had been blind to the truth for a long time, but after seeing and experiencing everything she had, she was forced to accept a hard truth. Even at the height of her abilities, she was no match for the true dangers in the universe.
When Loki took away her abilities, he had made her safety his burden; her fate his to command, his magic binding them together tighter than any chain, and, the most startling realization of all, she was grateful for it.
As she tightened the last buckle on his chest plate, she rose on the tips of her toes, pressing her lips to Loki's in a soft kiss, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss.
As they broke apart, Carol couldn't help but shift from side to side, the uncomfortable empty feeling settling inside her again.
"Is something the matter, little slave?" Loki asked, with a knowing smirk on his face.
Carol nodded. "My plug. Can you put it back in?" she asked, uttering the words she thought she would never say.
"You want it back inside?" Loki asked with a raised eyebrow, his voice teasing. "It wasn't so long ago you claimed it to be the first thing you would get rid of after defeating me in battle."
Carol felt her cheeks redden as she remembered how naïve she had been, thinking that with her powers any battle between them was already a foregone conclusion, and how humbling her loss had been, but more than that, how Loki had told her from the very beginning she would not only grow to accept its presence inside her but also enjoy having it there.
"On the bed," Loki said, sparing his slave from answering. "You know the position."
Carol padded back to the bed, looking over her shoulder at Loki before she dropped to her hands and knees, lowering her chin to the mattress as she spread her legs, her position the picture of submission.
She heard Loki's footsteps as he drew closer, felt his hand resting on her ass as a shiver of anticipation tingled down her spine, the hierarchy between them impossible to deny.
"Spread your ass for me, little slave," Loki ordered huskily, picking up her plug as he watched her follow his orders without hesitation.
Carol bit her lower lip as Loki teased her rosebud with the smooth rounded tip of her plug, pressing gently, but firmly against her tight ring as she remembered the first time he put it inside her. She had been furious, fighting him every step of the way, unwilling to accept the inevitable.
She remembered Lyria holding her down, fingering her pussy, keeping her aroused and distracting as Loki slowly pushed the plug inside her ass inch by inch, how the cool metal stretched her tight ring. The burning pleasure that shocked her to her core, and how hard she came when Loki added his fingers to the mix.
Now everything was different. Instead of fighting him, she was a willing participant, asking him to put the plug back inside her, missing its constant presence and the tangible connection to Loki it represented.
She exhaled slowly as the Loki pushed on the base of the plug, stretching her as the widest part of the plug eased inside her before tapering off and locking back inside her.
She turned around, kneeling on the bed as she looked up at Loki, suddenly remembering what awaited her outside the doors to their bedroom. It wasn't just her and Loki anymore.
Now it was Mimir, Proxima, Thor, and Sif, the latter of whom made her intentions towards her abundantly clear.
Sif had caught her by surprise the previous night, never expecting such a reaction from the shield maiden, and if she wasn't careful, Sif would take what she wanted.
She needed a game plan, some way to counter Sif's overtures to Loki before he eventually took her up on one of them.
Her face twisted, hating the thought of retreat, but saw no other way to deal with Sif, at least for the moment.
"Master?" Carol asked. "Is it all right if I stay here?" She asked, hoping that Loki wouldn't force the issue.
"And why is that, little slave?" Loki asked, sitting down on the bed beside her, already having an idea of where her request came from.
"You wore me out last night, Master," Carol replied, sticking closely to the truth. "I could use a nap," she added.
"…Very well, my slave," Loki replied after a long moment. "Mimir will watch over you as always, and Proxima will retrieve you after your nap."
Carol watched Loki leave, the door closing behind him as she lay back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as she got a sinking suspicion that he had seen right through her excuses, but allowed it to play out for his own amusement.
***
Carol stared out the window, now freshly showered, as she thought about where they were going, and what awaited them — Hela, the Goddess of Death.
Loki and Thor's older sister, one so dangerous and bloodthirsty that Odin himself had to imprison her until the day he died, and now she was free, ruling over a dying world, killing and imprisoning her own people.
She had never seen a planet on the brink of destruction before, but it couldn't have been easy to overlook, especially on the scale Thor had described. Hela had to see it too, at least on some level, which begged the question why.
She knew Hela drew her power from Asgard, but what good would that do her when she was dead? She had to be insane; it was the only explanation that made any sense. Why else would she stay instead of fleeing like any rational person?
Loki was an incredible fighter, but he didn't rely on raw power to win. He was more subtle, using misdirection, strategy, and manipulation, but against someone as unstable and as powerful as Hela, she wasn't sure how it would all play out.
He could use the stones, just like he'd done against Schmidt, but there was a massive gulf of power between Hela and Schmidt. Could she resist them in some way, like the Grandmaster had, or would she strike before Loki even had the time to use them?
She sighed as the door clicked open behind her, pulling her from her thoughts. Without even turning around she knew who it was — the sharp, metallic click of her boots a dead giveaway. Proxima. Which meant her time was up and she would have to face Sif again.
"Let's go," Proxima barked, holding out the leash in one hand as she rested the other on her hip, tapping her foot impatiently.
Carol turned around, looking at Proxima with a raised eyebrow. She seemed upset… no, annoyed and angry as well, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what she had done to earn her ire this time.
"Now," Proxima barked. "This is not the time to test me, little slave," she warned.
Carol quickly dropped to the floor, crawling to Proxima, knowing from experience not to push her luck when Proxima got like this.
"What's going on?" she asked as Proxima bent down, clipping the leash to her collar.
Proxima said nothing, shooting her another glare as she tugged sharply on her leash.
Carol struggled to keep up with Proxima as she crawled behind her through the hallways of the ship, wondering again what could have set her off.
Proxima had never treated her like this before, at least not without fabricating some reason for it — one she never failed to hold over her head and scold her for.
She couldn't help but feel the sting of hurt over Proxima's changed attitude. Their relationship was too complex, too unorthodox, to ever call them friends, but Proxima had helped her when she struggled to get through to Loki after Odin's death and protected her when she needed it. It meant something, or at least she thought it did.
Carol bumped into Proxima's leg, shaken from her thoughts as Proxima came to an abrupt stop. She leaned to her side, looking past Proxima to find Sif leaning casually against the wall, then glanced at Proxima, and saw the fierce glare on her face realizing exactly where her bad mood came from.
"Hello little slave," Sif said, sauntering around Proxima as she dropped to one knee in front of her. "I enjoyed our time together last night," she added, with a wink, boldly reaching out and cupping Carol's breast with a firm squeeze.
Carol yelped, caught by surprise before she batted away Sif's hand. "Last night you had Loki's permission. Today you don't."
Sif chuckled throatily this time, running her fingers through Carol's hair. "You are a feisty little thing, aren't you? But it's nothing you need to worry yourself about. I'll have your master's permission soon enough for all kinds of things we can do together."
"Enough," Proxima growled, surprising both Carol and Sif as she stepped in between them. "Lord Loki ordered me to bring his slave to him, and you've delayed me long enough."
Sif smirked, standing up to face Proxima. She had caught on quickly to the dirty looks Proxima had sent over the last few nights, particularly when she played with Loki's slave, realizing she had a rival of sorts.
"What a coincidence," she said, holding out her hand expectantly. "I was just on my way to the lounge to see Loki as well. I can't take Carol the rest of the way, and you can return to… whatever else you do around here."
Carol could practically feel the temperature drop as she stared between Sif and Proxima silently. Both of them were formidable warriors in their own right, and more or less on equal footing with each other strength-wise.
With both of them growing up in warrior cultures a clash like this was inevitable, and unfortunately for her, she was the one they were fighting over.
"It is my duty to protect that which belongs to Lord Loki," Proxima growled. "And you will step out of my way, now."
Sif smiled, seeing exactly how she could put her would-be rival in her place as she stepped aside. "After you, then."
Carol breathed a sigh of relief as they finally stepped into the lounge, the ever-growing tension between Proxima and Sif becoming more and more uncomfortable.
Spotting Thor and Loki sitting in the corner, she crawled to them, settling between Loki's outstretched legs as they discussed what they were going to do when they reached Asgard.
"First, we must get our people to safety," Thor said firmly. "Only then can we deal with Hela."
"Agreed," Loki replied as Carol rested her cheek against his thigh. He looked down at her, surprised, but after seeing the furious expression on Proxima's face, and the smug look on Sif's face, he quickly pieced it together.
Sif sauntered up to the table, taking the last remaining seat as Proxima moved to stand behind Loki's chair.
"The queen will be the most well-guarded," Sif added. "When we free her, Hela will know."
Carol looked up at Loki as he nodded along with Thor, getting the distinct impression the three of them had been discussing this long before she and Proxima arrived.
"It can't be helped," Loki replied, absently running his fingers through his slave's hair. "It's only a matter of time before she figures out what we're up to, anyway."
"Then we are prepared?" Sif asked.
"As we will ever be," Thor replied.
"Good," Sif replied, shooting Proxima a smirk before continuing. "Now that that's over with, what would it take for me to use your slave, Loki?" she asked.
Loki looked at Sif, amusement dancing in his eyes, not expecting her to ask him so boldly. "I'm still not ready to share Sif," he said, feigning regret. "At least until you have something of value to offer in exchange."
Sif looked at Loki for a long moment, considering her options. She hadn't expected Loki to agree, saying it more than anything to get under Proxima's skin, but he hadn't dismissed it out of hand like she expected him to either. And after so many years fighting side by side with him, she easily recognized the expression on his face.
Loki had plans within plans, but she didn't have to know exactly what his goals were to strike a deal with him. She could read between the lines well enough, and he wasn't as opposed to the idea as he pretended.
She had nothing tangible to offer him, but that wasn't what he asked for exactly. She felt a flash of irritation, wishing that for once Loki would speak plainly instead of playing his games.
Carol breathed a sigh of relief, glad that Loki had shut Sif down, leaning into his touch as he continued running his fingers through her hair.
"A contest then," Sif said boldly as an idea struck her. "I will make your slave cum with only the use of my tongue. Should I succeed, she is mine for the night."
"What?!" Carol demanded incredulously. "How is that a contest? You have nothing to lose, and this 'contest' already gives you what you want!"
"If you are as disinterested in me as you claim, little slave, then nothing I do should matter," Sif replied, her eyes dancing with mirth, especially when she saw the set of Proxima's jaw.
Loki chuckled. "My slave raises a fair point," he agreed. "You have nothing to lose, and with enough time you will eventually succeed, hardly a fair contest."
"Ten minutes," Sif replied confidently, "that is all I will need."
Carol looked between Loki and Sif aghast, furious that Loki was actually considering Sif's 'contest,' then at Thor, hoping that Sif's boyfriend would at least speak up and put a stop to this crazy idea, only for her hopes to be dashed when he finally spoke up.
"And I assume, my love, that I will be there to see it," Thor added, a lecherous grin on his face. "And after… we have our own 'contest.'"
Sif threw her head back, laughing with delight. "Of course, my love. I would have it no other way."
"Wait!" Carol demanded her panic rising as she saw that Loki was about to agree. "She still has nothing to lose. How can you call it fair if there's nothing for me to win?"
"Hmm," Loki said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I suppose that would take some of the fun out of it. What do you propose, my slave?"
Carol thought furiously, the irony not lost on her that she was now participating in her own debasement. "Fine. Ten minutes, but if she loses, she's never allowed to try again. No more games, contests, bargains, whatever she wants to call it, she's not allowed."
Carol stood up, watching as Loki waved his hand, a timer appearing in the air in a language she could thankfully read.
She watched as Sif rose from her chair, much like a predator stalking its prey, already sure of her victory, but she wouldn't make it easy for her, having her own idea to tip the contest in her favor.
Loki said that she had to last ten minutes, but not what she had to do in those ten minutes.
She turned on her heel, making a dash for the door to the lounge. She had no illusions of outrunning Sif. The shield maiden would eventually catch her, but it would shave off a few precious minutes from the timer, and give her a fighting chance.
Sif, rather than being angry, let out a delighted laugh giving chase, glad the slave was taking the contest seriously, making her eventual victory all the sweeter when she caught her.
Carol ran to the door, the automatic door sliding open as she approached. If she could just slip outside, she might even be able to hide, and wait out the clock, but just as she set foot in the hallway Sif's deceptively delicate hand clamped around her wrist, yanking her into her embrace.
She groaned as they landed on the floor, Sif angling their bodies so she landed on her back and Sif on top of her. She struggled to get free as Sif grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.
"Get off," Carol grunted, thrusting her hips up hard, trying to buck Sif off her, but was no match for the Asgardian's strength.
Sif shot Carol an amused look. "Nice try, little slave, I didn't expect that," she said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss her.
Carol glared, turning her head to the side, incensed at the idea of being forced to kiss Sif, only to groan when the other woman deftly switched targets and began trailing soft, feather-light kisses down her neck and collarbone toward her chest.
"ARRGH!" she grunted, straining against Sif's deceptively light grip as she threw herself from side to side, trying to wriggle free.
Sif smiled, kissing her way down the busty slave's chest, tracing her tongue along Carol's nipple until it stiffened into a hardened nub before taking it in her mouth, sucking gently and nipping at the sensitive peak.
Carol's eyes widened, kicking out her legs as a soft moan escaped her lips. The sudden spike of unwanted pleasure hitting her hard as Sif teased her sensitive nub, making her realize she'd bitten off more than she could chew.
She glanced up at the timer, only a few dozen seconds passing, not the several minutes she'd been hoping for when she ran for the door.
She gasped as cool air brushed her sensitive nipple as Sif quickly latched onto her other nipple, sucking on it with the same hungry need.
It felt different from when Loki took her, Sif pleasured her in ways Loki never had, neither better nor worse, just different, making her curious despite her predicament what the shield-maiden would do next.
Sif also had an instinctual understanding of the female form, giving her a distinct advantage Carol hadn't considered in their contest — one she was ruthlessly exploiting now.
Sif reluctantly released Carol's nipple and glanced up at the timer. She was on the clock and couldn't afford to waste precious seconds exploring the slave's body.
She ran her tongue slowly between Carol's breasts, smiling as the slave shivered beneath her and the warm, musky scent of her arousal filled the air.
Carol couldn't hold back a shaky gasp as Sif's warm tongue circled her navel in slow, deliberate strokes, then dipped inside, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her.
A shiver raced down her spine as Sif's tongue dipped lower, hovering teasingly between her thighs.
Carol sat up quickly the moment Sif released her wrists. No longer pinned, she renewed her struggles, wrapping her thighs tightly around Sif's head and squeezing with all her strength, stopping her just as the tip of Sif's tongue grazed her clit.
She took a shaky breath, still restrained by Sif, but glad she had at least halted her progress and bought herself a little more time to figure a way out of her predicament.
She glanced up at the timer, cursing when she realized only a minute had passed. Her brief distraction cost her as Sif grabbed her ankles and folded her in half, pressing her ankles against her ears.
She gaped up at Sif from between her spread thighs, her pussy completely exposed to the warrior maiden's hungry gaze with no way to stop her or wriggle free.
Sif licked her lips, winking playfully at Carol as she slowly lowered her head to the slave's sweet pussy, savoring the moment and letting the anticipation build before she finally tasted her.
"Ugggh," Carol groaned as Sif lapped at her pussy, helpless to stop her and unable to look away while the warrior maiden dominated her. The now-familiar stirrings of her submissive side rose again, complicating her situation further.
She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes, desperately trying to think of anything else to push down her growing desires, but her mind drifted to Loki instead, imagining him taking her in this exact position, slamming his cock into her quivering pussy over and over as she cried out in helpless delight.
Her eyes shot open and she gasped, quickly realizing she was only making her situation worse.
She looked up at the timer desperately, her hopes dashed when she saw only another thirty seconds had passed. She was losing ground much faster than she had hoped, already doubting she could last another five minutes, let alone the full ten.
Sif stared into the panicked and aroused eyes of Loki's slave, smiling wickedly and winking at her before lowering her head to Carol's slick pussy, sucking hungrily on her swollen clit.
Carol couldn't help herself, letting out a loud, keening moan as Sif sucked hard on her sensitive clit, hating the smug, superior look on her face yet powerless to stop the pleasure flooding through her.
She craned her neck, gasping for breath as Sif continued working her pussy. Her eyes locked with Loki's as she silently pleaded for him to intervene and end this farce before Sif made her cum, but she only saw growing lust in his eyes.
Then she noticed Proxima's clenched fists and the furious expression on her face as she glared at Sif. For a moment she hoped the warrior might intervene, but Proxima's feet remained solidly rooted in place behind Loki.
She looked back at the timer and whimpered. Eight minutes left, and Sif was only growing bolder, pushing her tongue deep inside her dripping core, bobbing her head as she fucked her mercilessly with it.
She could feel it — she was losing her grip on her self-control. It was only a matter of time before she broke. Her body would betray her as it always did, and Sif would claim her victory.
She clenched and unclenched her fists, digging her fingernails into her palms in a desperate attempt to focus on anything other than the pleasure coursing through her body.
Even though her hands were free, she didn't have the leverage to push Sif off her, nor the strength to overcome the Asgardian's superior physiology. She was stuck, and they both knew it.
'Fifteen seconds,' she thought, glancing at the timer. That was all the time that had passed since the last time she looked, still leaving Sif with more than three quarters of the time remaining.
"No," she gasped, helpless as Sif gripped the base of her plug and wiggled it teasingly from side to side, the steady pressure against her tight ring adding another layer of unwanted pleasure.
"Ugghh!" she grunted as Sif tugged firmly on her plug. She clamped down with everything she had, fighting to keep it inside her, already dreading what the warrior would target next.
Sif let out a delighted laugh, clearly enjoying the unique challenge and even admiring the slave for fighting so valiantly in a losing battle. She redoubled her efforts, lapping eagerly at her wet folds while steadily tugging on the plug.
Carol let out a loud, broken moan, squeezing her eyes shut as she slowly lost her grip on her plug, the steady pressure from Sif's tugging becoming harder and harder to resist.
The irony wasn't lost on her. This was the exact battle she fought with Loki when he put her plug inside her, only now she was fighting to keep it inside her.
She hated how good Sif was at this. Even in a position like this, with Loki, Thor, and Proxima all watching on, it felt good, really good, not nearly as intense as it did with Loki where everything else faded into the background, making her feel as it they were the only ones there, but a very close second.
Her eyes shot open as the thickest part of her plug pressed against the tight rim of her ass, burning with familiar pressure, signaling that Sif would soon pull it free.
She looked up at the timer, nearly giving up on the spot when she saw that only another minute had passed, leaving Sif plenty of time to claim her victory.
"UGGGGHH," she groaned a moment later as Sif finally pulled her plug free, feeling cool air on her asshole as her plug clattered to the floor.
She glared up at Sif, wanting more than anything to wipe the smug look off her face, but to her dismay it only encouraged the warrior as she winked again and made a show of slowly leaning down, extending her tongue.
She shuddered as the tip of Sif's warm, wet, tongue touched the rim of her ass, slowly circling the sensitive ring, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through her with every lick.
Her breath hitched as her pussy became that much slicker, thankful that Sif wasn't allowed to use her fingers, otherwise their contest would have been over before it even began.
Sif leaned in, inhaling the heady scent of the slave's arousal before pressing her tongue deep into the tight ring, swirling it languidly, savoring every second of it, and wishing she'd found the her first.
Carol struggled weakly in Sif's grip, her resistance fading as she slowly accepted the helplessness of her situation, taking shallow, ragged breaths as Sif fucked her ass with her tongue.
Looking up at Sif, she could tell the Asgardian had noticed too, spreading her ass cheeks wider apart as she explored her asshole. It was too much; her resistance, what little was left of it was crumbling.
She didn't bother looking up at the timer. It hardly mattered anymore. She had no way to escape Sif's grip, and they both knew it.
Sif smiled, sensing victory was near, but she wanted to make a clear statement — both to Loki's slave and to her watchful bodyguard.
She switched back and forth between the slave's pussy and ass, teasing and licking relentlessly — flicking her tongue against the swollen clit one moment, then pushing it deep into her tight ass the next — plundering both holes in rapid succession, smirking as the slave gave up all pretense of escape, filling the lounge with mews of pleasure and panting moans.
She felt her own pussy moisten at the delightful noises the slave made, sounding like music to her ears as she closed in on her victory, eager to claim her prize.
Carol shuddered, practically vibrating with pleasure as Sif's talented tongue found just the right spot every time, skyrocketing her pleasure while alternating between her pussy and ass.
Her eyes widened as her orgasm crested, the unstoppable wave of pleasure making it impossible to hold back any longer.
"UGGGGGHHHH!" she cried out as the orgasm tore through her, her body slumping in Sif's grip while the warrior maiden kept licking her sensitive pussy, arousing her all over again.
She lay on the floor, gasping for breath as she stared up at the ceiling, unable to meet Sif's gaze after cumming in front of an audience. A deep blush spread from her cheeks all the way down her body as she realized this was only the beginning of a very long night.
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