Carol heard Loki mutter, wondering what he was talking about until she spotted the giant poster amongst all the smaller ones plastered on a building. It was Thor, Loki's brother, and from the look on Loki's face, he was less than pleased.
"Lord Loki?" Proxima questioned, wondering what his plan to deal with this would be.
Loki sighed heavily, tapping into the power of the Mind Stone as he looked around. There were soldiers everywhere, all of them loyal to the Grandmaster, and more than that, they were also dressed as civilians, hiding amongst the populace.
Which unfortunately meant he was dealing with a deeply paranoid ancient being with eyes and ears everywhere, and nothing, not even his arrival, would remain secret for long.
His only advantage lay in getting to the Grandmaster first, before his spies reported his arrival.
"The palace," Loki said, unclipping Carol's leash and tossing it to Proxima as he grabbed her plug, pulling her close.
"Don't wander off," Loki warned, leaning down to whisper into Carol's ear. "This place is far more dangerous than Knowhere."
Carol nodded, following Loki's lead as they walked through the crowded streets with Proxima following closely behind, shooting glares at anyone that stepped too close.
As they waded through the crowd, Loki mentally reviewed his options. While the Mind Stone would work on the Grandmaster's subordinates, he didn't want to take the risk of using it on the ancient being.
He would recognize the mental intrusion for what it was instantly, and it wouldn't be much of a leap for him to recognize the other stones on Carol's collar after that.
The possibility existed to simply buy Thor, but both his brother and Sif presented a problem. Together they were clearly the Grandmaster's star attraction, and he doubted the Grandmaster would part with both of them easily.
There was also something else that became obvious as he listened to more of the chatter in the streets.
Thor and Sif weren't simply a gladiator duo. Clearly their relationship had evolved, and the Midgard woman he's taken up with previously was no longer in the picture.
When they finally arrived at the gates of the palace, he quickly scanned the minds of the guards, but found nothing useful about the Grandmaster in their minds either.
With a quick alternation to their minds, the guards opened the gates, allowing them into the palace.
Carol watched Loki carefully, seeing his eyes darting back and forth, feeling a slight pull each time he used the Mind Stone on them, allowing them to slip past the guard patrols as they wandered deeper into the Grandmaster's palace.
Loki smiled, finally finding someone useful after nearly half an hour of searching, leading Proxima and Carol to an office on the far side of the palace, and pushed open the door.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!" a squat woman demanded, standing up from her desk, but before she could call for the guards, Loki used the Mind Stone on her, putting her to sleep.
"Master? Who is she?" Carol asked.
"Her name is Topaz," Loki said, rifling through the woman's memories. "The Grandmaster's right hand," he explained, altering her memories so she believed they were here for a meeting.
"You're late," Topaz grunted as she looked up.
"Apologies," Loki replied. "I was otherwise… engaged," he said with a smirk, sitting down as he pulled Carol into his lap.
Topaz shot Loki a flat look. "When you requested this meeting, I assumed you were serious, but if this is an attempt to waste the Grandmaster's time, he will not be amused."
"It isn't," Loki replied quickly. "I require skilled fighters," he explained, adding a pompous inflection to his tone. "Ones that will strike fear in the hearts of my enemies."
"Hmm," Topaz said, giving it some thought. She'd looked into this Loki a month ago. He was a mercenary, at least in name, but in reality he was the son of an absurdly rich Praetor from Chandilar.
He played at being a mercenary while living out his childish fantasies, but fantasy or not, he had enough wealth that the Grandmaster couldn't simply ignore him, or deny him an audience.
"Alright," Topaz relented with a shake of her head. "You're in luck. The Grandmaster has a few moments to spare now."
"Perfect," Loki smiled, "lead the way."
Carol stayed close to Loki as they made their way to the second floor of the palace, watching as he played the part of a rich and pampered noble to perfection, changing how he walked, the way his eyes drifted between the art pieces decorating the palace, the disdainful looks he shot at the servants, even the way he carried himself, arrogant, but lacking any of the skills or talents to back any of it up.
Then she looked at Proxima, trailing behind them, looking at each soldier carefully, assessing the threat each of them presented as she played the part of Loki's bodyguard, a role that seemed to come as naturally to her as breathing.
Before long they found themselves in the throne room, looking at a man sitting atop an ostentatious and bawdy throne, wearing vibrant robes, and jeweled rings on each of his fingers.
He stared at them with an amused, but curious look on his face, along with smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, hinting at the danger that lurking just beneath a thin veneer.
"Sir," Topaz said, stepping forward with a short bow. "You have a visitor."
"I can see that," the Grandmaster drawled, stroking his chin as he looked between Loki, Carol, and Proxima slowly. "Do they have an appointment? I don't recall one on my schedule."
"Apologies, Sir," Topaz said, following the script Loki planted in her mind. "They have no appointment, but it sounded like something that would pique your interest."
Loki stepped forward. "Please forgive the intrusion," he said with a short bow. "I am Loki of Chandilar."
"Chandilar," the Grandmaster repeated slowly, leaning back in his throne. "You're a long way from home. Tell me, what brings a rich noble to my humble palace?"
"I'm looking for warriors," Loki replied with an arrogant smile. "Only the strongest, the most remarkable will do. I heard rumors that you have two such warriors in your possession."
"My star attraction?" The Grandmaster asked with a raised eyebrow, wondering just how deep the pockets of this child went to even make such a request.
Loki nodded.
"Then I am afraid you've come all this way for nothing," the Grandmaster said with faux sadness. "Topaz, see that Loki and his…" he said, his eyes quirking as he took in Carol's appearance. "Companion are given tickets to the next match, and we —"
"Name your price," Loki interrupted, needing to establish a dialog before he was pushed out the door.
"Price is not the issue," the Grandmaster replied.
"What then?" Loki questioned, acting like a spoiled child who didn't get his way. "My father says everything has a price."
"Your father," the Grandmaster said, stepping off his throne as he sauntered towards them. "Is a smart man. Almost everything has a price. But the roar of the crowds, the cheers, the boos, the spectacle of it all — that is priceless to me."
"There must be something," Loki pressed. "Gladiators die all the time. Why not make a lot of money now, rather than risk losing it all on one bad fight?"
"Hmm, a fair point," the Grandmaster conceded, focusing his attention on Carol. "Tell me, your companion, where did you acquire her?"
Loki paused. He didn't need the Mind Stone to know what the Grandmaster was thinking, nor did he like where he was attempting to steer the negotiation. "My slave?" He questioned, acting surprised as he stalled for time, looking for a way to redirect his focus.
"I don't like that term," the Grandmaster said with a sigh. "Topaz? What did we decide to call them?"
"Prisoners with jobs," Topaz said in a bored tone.
"That's it," the Grandmaster said, snapping his fingers as a smile worked its way onto to his face. "So where?"
"Earth," Loki replied, choosing not to refer to it as Midgard, a name the Grandmaster may recognize. "But if we can return to our discussion —"
The Grandmaster blinked, surprised by the simplicity of the name. "I've never heard of it."
"It's a small, out of the way backwater planet most have never heard of," Loki replied, making it seem unimportant.
"But you have," the Grandmaster said, returning his focus to Loki, a gleam in his eye. "Tell me, are all the women from this… Earth as beautiful as yours?"
"Yes," Loki replied, quickly pivoting. "Earth has perhaps the most beautiful women of any planet I have ever visited. In fact, I plan to return to Earth in the near future to acquire a few more. Perhaps a trade instead?" He offered.
The Grandmaster regarded the boy shrewdly. He was a better liar than he expected, but he had answered a little too quickly, made his offer too readily, making him more than a little suspicious of his true intentions.
He reached out, taking the slave's delicate hand in his, as he spun her around, taking in her lithe form. She moved like a dancer, clearly practiced in such things, her dress flowing around her, hinting at what little it hid.
"Somehow I doubt that," he said as the slave quickly returned to her master's side. "I get the sense that your companion is one of a kind."
"She is rare," Loki acknowledged, "but not exceedingly so. I'm sure I can find one to your tastes," he said, adjusting his plans.
He had hoped to avoid handling things this way, but as long as he could get Thor and Sif in the same room, they could all escape with the Space Stone. It wouldn't be ideal, alerting another powerful being about the stones he possessed, but with his options dwindling he would have to risk it.
"No need," the Grandmaster replied. "You've already found one to my taste. So which will it be? Thor or Sif?"
"Only one?" Loki asked. "I had hoped for —"
"Both?" the Grandmaster interrupted with a laugh. "Don't be greedy," he admonished.
"Well, I would have to see them," Loki replied. "You, after all, have seen mine, I think it only fair that I see yours."
The Grandmaster laughed lightly at the double entendre, seeing another opportunity to press his advantage. This boy was fixated on his star attractions, Thor and Sif, overly so for the reasons he claimed.
"Tell me," the Grandmaster asked. "What is it you want them? The truth this time. I have many other gladiators you could purchase for a fraction of their price, so do many others."
"I'm a mercenary," Loki replied, projecting a feeling of unearned pride. "I was… outmaneuvered, through no fault of my own," he added quickly. "Now I need more capable fighters to replace the ones I lost."
The Grandmaster smiled inwardly as he put the pieces together. The boy was out of his depth. He took a contract he couldn't hope to fulfill, and rather than return home with his tail tucked between his legs and admit his failure, he was looking for a way to save face, regardless of the cost.
He studied the boy, looking at his armor. It was functional, but flashy. The lack of scratches, and the near mirror like finish gave him away.
'He's never seen a real fight,' he concluded, glancing next at his bodyguard. She at least looked the part and would also make a fine gladiator in her own right.
"I see," the Grandmaster smiled, a plan quickly forming in his mind. "Perhaps there is something you can offer that would entice me."
"Name it," Loki said quickly, playing the part of an overeager brat.
'Perfect,' the Grandmaster thought before speaking. "Not a price, but a challenge."
"A challenge?" Loki asked, acting confused.
The Grandmaster nodded. "I can see that you are a formidable warrior," he said, flattering the fool before going in for the kill. "My people are always looking for spectacle. A fight between you, Thor, and Sif would fill the arena to bursting. Should you win, they are both yours, but should you lose…" he said, glancing meaningfully at Carol, then Proxima, neglecting to mention that all fights in the arena were to the death.
"…No," Loki shook his head, a tremble in his voice now. "T-that is hardly fair… two of your best gladiators… at once?"
The Grandmaster chuckled darkly, his true personality finally seeping through. "Fair is tedious, my young friend. It isn't what the crowds hunger for. There's no spectacle, no grandeur."
"C-coming here was a mistake," Loki replied, projecting a hint of fear. "We're leaving."
The Grandmaster smiled as twenty guards flooded into the room. "A mistake for you, perhaps." He replied. "But for me, an opportunity."
"My father will hear of this," Loki threatened, continuing to play his part.
The Grandmaster threw his head back, laughing. "I'm sure he will, but should you lose it will be the story I tell him. One of a spoiled brat who issued a challenge he shouldn't have, and learned the consequences of his actions far too late to change his fate."
"Tomorrow, you will face my gladiators," the Grandmaster said. "Should you win," he smirked, already knowing the outcome. "You will leave here with your life and your prize… should you lose, well, best not to think about that," he smirked.
"Topaz," he said, looking at his right hand. "Take my 'guests' to their rooms."
***
Loki sat on the sofa, looking around the guest room the Grandmaster provided them. It was large and ostentatious, just like he'd expected from the Grandmaster, but it didn't fool him for a moment. It was a jail cell in all but name.
He tapped into the Mind Stone, finding twelve guards secretly watching their every move.
'Can't have that,' Loki thought, entering their minds and adding memories of himself, Carol, and Proxima quickly realizing there was no escape, and the slow panic that settled in upon that realization, followed by desperate planning that went long into the night.
"It's done," Loki said. "They can't hear us."
"What now, Master?" Carol asked, sitting down beside him.
Loki sighed, leaning back on the sofa. "There is little other choice," he replied. "The Grandmaster can't be bargained with. I'll have to explain the plan to Thor and Sif in the arena. Then we'll use the Space Stone to escape to the ship and then get off planet as quickly as we can."
"The Grandmaster will know you have the stones," Proxima pointed out. "Rather than leave an enemy behind, would it not be better to kill him?" she suggested.
"Easier said than done," Loki replied. "He's one of the oldest beings in the known universe for a reason."
"But with the stones in your possession, he can't be that formidable, can he?" Proxima pressed.
"He is said to have a vast knowledge of strategy and probabilities. And that is only secondary to his energy manipulation and matter-altering abilities," Loki explained.
"Even with the Reality Stone, he's had almost the entirety of civilization to test, and master the limits of his abilities," Loki continued. "It's simply not a battle worth fighting if it can be avoided."
"Or delayed," Proxima replied.
Loki nodded, acknowledging the point.
"What about me, Master?" Carol asked. "I can absorb the energy he uses if you unlock my powers."
"No," Loki shook his head. "We've been through this before. Your abilities have limits, and against a being like the Grandmaster, the fight would be over in moments."
"If he's as dangerous as you say he is, why do you think you can trick him?" Carol asked, crossing her arms.
"He believes I am operating within a set of rules he controls," Loki explained. "That's his weakness, his arrogance. He believes he's seen and done everything, and he knows all there is to know about me. He has no idea I have the ability to flip the board."
"Isn't that the same arrogance you're showing now?" Carol pointed out.
"Far from it," Loki replied. "I fully expect the Grandmaster to surprise me, for things not to go my way."
"Plans within plans," Carol muttered, now understanding why Loki pretended to be the son of a rich praetor. Unlike most people, Loki didn't have a single plan; he had dozens, any of which he could pivot to if his first plan didn't work.
He had already done it once when his plan to buy Thor and Sif fell through, pivoting to offering him slaves instead, and when that didn't work, maneuvered the Grandmaster into thinking the challenge was his idea.
"What would you have done if he had accepted your second offer?" Carol asked curiously. "The one about finding him other women from Earth?"
Loki grinned. "I would have remembered I had a pair in stasis on my ship, then used the Reality Stone to alter the appearance of a couple of his guards, then maintain it until we were out of the atmosphere."
Proxima looked at Lord Loki silently, now convinced more than ever he stood the best chance of defeating Thanos. The cunning he displayed, the penchant for manipulation, his intelligence — it was what set him apart from everyone else that tried and failed to kill Thanos.
"Now that that's settled," Loki smiled. "I think I'd like to enjoy the Grandmaster's hospitality."
Carol looked at Loki, already knowing what that meant, feeling a twinge of desire herself as she saw the confident smile on his face.
Wordlessly, she unhooked her top, letting it fall to the floor before doing the same with her dress. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Proxima watching her, feeling her eyes tracking her every move as she stood naked in front of Loki.
She felt an unexpected thrill at the thought of Proxima watching her, wanting her, as Loki took her.
When Loki rose to his feet, she placed her arms on his chest, tracing her fingers along his armored chest, quickly finding the buckles, and deftly removing them as Loki watched her with an amused expression on his face.
She reached for his arm next, first removing his shoulder guard, then his wrist guard, before moving on to his other arm.
She gave him a sultry look, slowly tracing her finger down his chest until she reached his belt buckle, playing it up for their audience as she leaned forward, tilting her head up as she placed a sultry kiss on his lips before kissing her way down his chest until she was on her knees in front of him.
She reached down, unbuckling and removing one boot, followed by the other, leaving Loki standing there in his dark trousers.
She glanced past Loki, looking at Proxima, her legs splayed, her top already removed as she kneaded her breasts, watching them.
Carol bit her lip, not sure where this exhibitionist streak of hers had come from, and while she spent most of her time naked, it felt different now, when she did things with Loki as Proxima watched them.
She felt another wave of desire as she remembered how Proxima had tongued her ass as Loki watched, his eyes filled with desire as she sucked him.
She felt Loki's fingers in her hair, tilting her head up until their eyes met, a not-so-subtle reminder of what they were in the middle of.
She reached up, unbuckling Loki's belt, then unzipped him, freeing his cock. He was already hard, just as she knew he would be, always ready to take her at a moment's notice.
She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, looking up at him as she pressed her tongue to the head of his cock, the salty-sweet taste of his essence exploding on her tongue.
She slowly pumped her fist, taking another quick glance at Proxima, who had already removed the rest of her armor, now kneading her breast with one hand as she pumped her fingers inside her cunt with the other.
Instead of taking his cock in her mouth, she leaned down, tracing her tongue down his shaft until she reached his balls, lapping at them.
She smiled inwardly, hearing a grunt of approval from Loki as he loosened his grip on her hair, giving her the freedom to do as she pleased.
She took his balls in her mouth, sucking on them gently as she teased them with her tongue, knowing she had both Loki and Proxima's full attention, making the experience that much more taboo, and arousing for her.
She moaned, feeling the veins on Loki's cock bulge as she continued to pump her hand up and down his engorged cock as she followed her instincts, letting his balls slip from her mouth as she turned her attention to the head of his cock, seeing it glistening with his pre-cum.
Her eyes lidded, she wrapped her lips around his cock, darting her tongue along the tip of his cock as she tasted his essence before sinking her lips lower, taking his shaft in her mouth until she felt it bump against the back of her throat.
She bobbed her head, setting a leisurely pace. She didn't know when it happened exactly, but she had grown to love the feel of Loki's cock in her mouth, how it twitched and throbbed inside her, how it filled her throat just right, how good he tasted, and the small measure of control it gave her.
It had started slowly at first, but she eventually realized she spent more and more time with Loki's cock in her mouth, sometimes sucking him for up to an hour at a time.
It started on the bridge, as they were traveling from planet to planet, then on quiet nights in the bedroom, often with Loki talking about the places he'd been, the things he'd seen in his long life as he slowly opened up to her.
Loki was above all, a gifted storyteller, and often times she found herself getting wet just listening to the sound of his voice, the entire experience turning deeply erotic as he talked about certain events from his past.
Then he would fuck her, never settling for just one of her holes as he took her, making her scream, and moan in delight as she came multiple times, finally falling into and exhausted but fitful sleep in his arms.
She heard a moan, startling her, but it wasn't from Loki. She looked past him to see Proxima seated in a chair, her legs spread wide, her cum leaking down her thighs, her eyes fixated on her and Loki.
She didn't know what came over her in that moment, but she felt a sudden and unexpected urge to make it happen again, to make Proxima cum even harder watching her and Loki together.
She leaned forward, taking Loki's cock into her throat as she mewed with delight, feeling him stretch her throat as she rhythmically squeezed it, milking his cock until her lungs burned, and she finally had to lean back so she could take a breath.
She looked up at Loki, seeing the mischievous glint in his eye, and knew he had figured out her game, but seemed more amused than anything, and willing to let it play out.
She took another quick glance at Proxima, and despite cumming so recently, was already kneading her breasts, and tracing her fingers down her taut stomach eager for more.
Encouraged, Carol returned her attention to Loki's cock, bobbing her head up and down as she took his full length down her throat as she swayed her hips from side to side, giving Proxima that much more to entice her with.
She felt Loki's cock twitch in her throat, and knew he was close as well, but after sucking him for nearly twenty minutes she was hardly surprised, especially after all the effort she put into it.
She didn't have to ask Loki to know that their night was far from over, and soon after she drank down his seed his cock would be back inside her again.
She let out a low moan, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation as she tightened her lips around his shaft, teasing his balls with the tips of her fingers, earning a grunt of approval from him.
Turning her full attention to Loki's cock, she pressed her tongue against his shaft, just the way he liked it, his cock twitching against her tongue a moment later.
He was close, very close. She just had to take it one step further. Sucking him deep, she stared up at him, slowly sinking down until his cock was inside her throat again as she continued to fondle his balls.
Loki gripped her hair in his fist an instant later, a silent warning that he was about to cum. She leaned back slowly, his cock slipping from her throat as she bobbed her head once, then twice before locking her lips around his shaft as he erupted inside her.
She felt her cheeks bulge as his seed filled her mouth, and without breaking eye contact with him she drank it down, making sure to lick his cock clean of every drop of his cum before releasing his cock.
"Good girl," Loki praised before casting a glance at Proxima, taking in the state his slave had put her body guard in.
His eyes danced with amusement as he considered how far this little game of theirs would go. He had allowed Proxima a great deal of control over his slave, something he knew Carol still chafed under, and Proxima had delighted in getting under her skin, but this was the first time Carol had turned the tables on her, and so effectively.
Carol stayed on her knees, casting a glance at Proxima as she did, spreading her legs a little wider apart as she tilted her head back, and cupped her breasts, letting out a low moan as she rocked her hips, not even bothering to hide the smirk on her face as she did.
Proxima stared at Carol, feeling both aroused and annoyed, seeing right away what the little slave was up to. At any other time, she would have put her over her knee for that, but with how sexually charged the atmosphere was, and the amused look on Lord Loki's face she doubted he would have allowed it.
'Not bad, little slave,' she thought, silently acknowledging that Carol had won this round.
"On the bed," Loki said in a husky voice, enjoying Carol's show immensely.
"Yes, master," Carol said in a sultry voice as she crawled to the bed, putting an extra sway in her hips as she did.
She turned around, facing both Loki and Proxima, arching her back so they could see the curve of her ass as she locked eyes with Proxima, silently taunting her with what she could see, but not have.
Loki moved onto the bed behind Carol as he gripped her hips, lining up his cock with her dripping pussy, teasing her slick entrance with the tip of his cock.
Carol moaned softly, rocking her hips as she locked eyes with Proxima. "Please, Master, I need it," she begged.
Loki inched forward, slowly claiming his slave's slick pussy, feeling his own arousal spike as his slave continued to taunt her body guard.
He looked at Proxima, watching as she reached for her pussy again. She was annoyed with his slave; that much was clear, but Carol in her element demanded attention, a fact his slave was finally realizing.
He raised his hand, giving her ass a playful slap, earning a gasp from Carol, but she quickly realized what he wanted, rocking back and forth on his cock.
She started slow, sliding forward until just the tip of his cock was inside her before sliding back again, taking his full length inside her with each stroke, mews and grunts of pleasure escaping her lips as she did.
She looked over at Proxima, watching as she needing her right breast with one hand, and fingered her slick folds with the other, her eyes fixated on his slave's swaying breasts.
Loki smirked, spanking Carol's ass again, encouraging her to go faster, watching with satisfaction as she picked up the pace, letting out a loud keening moan as she did.
Carol arched her back, rocking her hips back and forth as she bit her lip, loving the feel of Loki's strong hands on her hips, when he occasionally kneading her ass as his cock slammed in and out of her dripping core.
She needed more, needed to feel Loki meet her thrusts, hear his thighs slapping into her ass as he fucked her in only the way he could.
Loki letting her have control, letting her set the pace — it was all just foreplay. The release she craved, it only came when Loki took charge, and they both knew it.
She looked at Proxima, still seated on the chair, but now with one leg thrown over the armrest as she pumped her fingers into her pussy furiously.
She watched her, appreciating Proxima's beauty from an aesthetic point of view. She had the body of a warrior, lithe and formidable, but not heavily muscled, just enough to hint at her true strength without it being obvious, or taking away from her beauty.
There was also the spike of arousal she felt when Proxima watched her with Loki. It caught her by surprise the first time it happened, but she learned to lean into it. The taboo of being watched, being lusted after, aroused her in ways she could never have predicted.
Loki tightened his grip on Carol's hips, enjoying the subtle back and forth between his slave and Proxima as a delicate hierarchy formed between them.
He thrust his hips forward sharply, earning a gasp of pleasure from his slave as she quickly fell into rhythm with him, meeting his thrusts.
As much as he enjoyed watching the changing power dynamics between his slave and Proxima, they both needed a reminder of who was really in charge.
Carol moaned, arching her back as Loki slammed his hips into her ass, taking her with hard, powerful strokes as she melted into his touch.
She leaned forward, her chin pressing into the mattress, and her hands splayed out in front of her as Loki took her, feeling lightheaded as her pleasure spiked even higher.
She could see Proxima pumping her fingers into her own pussy faster, clearly enjoying what she was witnessing, but she could no longer focus on taunting her, not with Loki slamming his cock into her quivering pussy.
"Ugggghhh," she groaned, low in her throat, feeling like putty in Loki's hands as he thrust inside her with wild abandon, his thighs slapping into her ass with loud claps as her game of cat and mouse with Proxima came to an abrupt end.
Carol's eyes widened as she felt Loki's hand trace down her back, reaching underneath her as he found her clit, giving it a sharp pinch.
"AWGAWD!" she screamed out as her orgasm suddenly washed over her, but what truly caught her by surprise was Proxima's matching scream as they both came at the same time.
She stared across the room at her, their eyes meeting as both of them realized in that exact moment what had happened. Loki.
He had known what they were doing, probably from the very beginning, and no matter how subtle they thought they were being, nothing slipped past his attention.
Proxima gasped, her face flushed as her eyes flicked up from Carol to meet Loki's, seeing the possessive way he held his slave as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm.
He didn't have to say the words; it was obvious in the way he looked back at her. While he would indulge them at times, and let them play their games, her job first and foremost was to protect what was his.
She gave Loki a shaky nod, acknowledging the unspoken promise of retribution should she ever forget that.
Carol mewed with delight, pushing her hair out of her face, oblivious to the silent conversation going on between her master and her bodyguard as she felt another orgasm approaching fast.
"God master," she groaned, loving the feel of his throbbing cock moving inside her just after she came.
"Uggh," she grunted as Loki cupped her breasts as he leaned back, pulling her into his lap.
She leaned against him, feeling his rippling muscles against her back as she ground her slick cunt against his manhood.
"Tell me what you need, my slave," Loki ordered, nipping at Carol's ear affectionately.
Carol smiled, leaning into Loki's lips as he fondled her breasts, working her nipples into hardened nubs. "God master," she breathed, loving the feel of his muscled arms around her. "Take me," she pleaded breathlessly. "Whatever you want," she moaned. "I'm yours," the words rolling off her tongue without her even having to think about it.
Proxima watched as the little slave and her master spoke, the mood subtly shifting as it suddenly became much more intimate between them, making her feel as if she was intruding on a private moment between the pair, even though she wasn't told to leave.
There was a connection between them that went beyond the physical, beyond the roles of master and slave, one that was obvious to see as they spoke to each other now, the barriers between them fading away.
She watched intrigued, not sure what to make of it, and having nothing from her own life to compare it to.
The little slave rocked her hips, riding her master's cock, but it wasn't in the same hedonistic and lust-fueled way she had before. Although no less arousing to watch, it felt far more personal.
It was the closest she'd seen the slave to her true self, accepting that she didn't belong to herself, but another, and then she stared at Loki, seeing a tenderness in him she had never seen before.
She understood in that moment how to succeed in her task, how to make the little slave see the truth of who she was.
Loki licked Carol's ear, sucking on her earlobe as he fucked her with slow, shallow thrusts, enough to keep her aroused, but not enough to allow her to cum.
"You need to say the words, little slave," Loki admonished. "Where?"
Carol exhaled, an impish smile on her face as she let out another moan. "…my ass," she finally decided, eager to feel him back there again.
Loki nodded, laying Carol down on the bed. He gripped her ankles, pulling them up beside her ears. Their eyes met as he reached for her plug, his slave letting out soft gasps as he gently tugged it out.
Carol looked up at Loki, frowning as she felt the uncomfortable emptiness that came every time Loki removed her plug, waiting eagerly for him to put his cock inside her.
She breathed out in anticipation as he lined up his cock with her asshole, but was surprised when he pushed his cock into her pussy again, fucking her with slow, steady strokes instead.
She smiled a moment later when she realized what he was doing, feeling the head of his cock now slick with her juices pressing firmly against her asshole.
Proxima slowly fingers her pussy, subconsciously matching Loki's slow, steady pace as he sheathed himself inside his slave's ass.
Looking at the little slave, she could see that her full attention was on her master now, no longer concerned with putting on a show or teasing her.
"God," Carol groaned, "I missed this master," she confessed.
Loki quirked an eyebrow as he looked at his slave, their faces just inches apart. "Did you now?" he teased huskily. "For a long time you thought something like this was beneath you."
"…It's not what I thought it would be," Carol confessed. "I d-didn't know it could feel like this," she said as Loki moved, thrusting his cock inside her with long, steady strokes.
"And how does it feel?" he asked, exhaling slowly.
"G-good," Carol moaned. "Better than good," she confessed as Loki slowly picked up the pace.
"You were right," she admitted softly. "About the plug," she added, seeing the questioning look on his face as he sawed the full length of cock inside her.
"It feels good," she added. "When it's inside me, when you hold it, I feel safe."
Loki leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "You are mine, Carol," he said, thrusting his hips, feeling the tightness of his slave's ass welcoming him with each stroke. "No one will ever take you from me. Never forget that," he added possessively.
"What about tomorrow?" Carol asked, feeling a twinge of worry as she thought about Loki fighting in the arena. "What if the Grandmaster does something?"
"He almost certainly will," Loki replied, grunting as he gradually picked up the pace. "But I will be ready, and if I have to, we'll find out just how immortal he truly is."
Carol let out a keening moan, tracing her fingers along her master's muscled chest and sides. She loved it when he fucked her like this, slow and sensual, in control of not just himself, but of her as well.
She had never felt an attraction like this to anyone else. Intense, deep, all-encompassing. She had denied it at first, but they shared a bond, both of them understanding neglect, loss, and betrayal in a way few ever would.
She was bare before Loki, both figuratively and literally. Vulnerable and defenseless against him. He knew everything about her, had seen every moment of her life, understood her needs and insecurities better than she even did at times.
"I trust you, Master," she breathed, shutting her eyes as she felt her orgasm coming.
Loki placed a kiss on his slave's neck as he continued thrusting inside her, feeling his own orgasm approaching fast.
"Ugggh!" Carol groaned, loving the feel of Loki's cock inside her ass. "Master," she breathed, clinging to him. "Let me cum," she begged.
Loki smiled, leaning down to whisper in his slave's ear, "Cum for me, little slave."
"Maasteer," Carol moaned as she felt her orgasm wash over her, her toes curling at the intensity of it.
Loki grunted, still not finished as he managed a few more strokes before he came, filling his slave's ass with his seed.
Carol's eyes widened as she felt her master's hot cum spill deep inside her ass, her body responding immediately as she felt another orgasm wash over her.
She took deep breaths, looking up at her master, feeling his cock inside her ass slowly harden again.
She smiled up at him softly, loving this aspect of his godly stamina, but when she felt him pull out she gripped his arms. "No master, please," she begged. "I want to feel you, just a little longer."
Loki smiled at his slave indulgently. "Alright, little slave," he agreed, placing another kiss on her lips.
The night was still young, and they still had plenty of time before the morning.
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