Carol looked up at Loki, biting her lip as she felt a spike of arousal. Seeing Loki this way, his muscles rippling, his skin glistening with droplets of water, his hair wet, looking every bit the god he claimed himself to be.
She crawled backwards on the bed until her back pressed firmly against the backboard, taking in the sight of him, feeling a dampness between her thighs that had nothing to do with the shower.
His eyes met hers, smoldering with lust as he stalked forward, like a hunter who caught the scent of his prey. Before she knew it, he was on the bed with her, their faces only inches apart.
"It is time for me to claim what is mine," Loki said possessively, sending flutters of desire down Carol's spine.
"Y-you think I'll just let you?" Carol half asked, half demanded, a far cry from her old self, the one that was so sure of who and what she was.
She knew Loki overpowered her by a large margin, and if he really wanted to, he could take her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him, but that wasn't what he wanted. She could see it in his eyes. What he really wanted was her submission.
The question was, when in it came down to it, would she even want to stop him? She couldn't lie to herself, not anymore. She'd had more than a few dreams of Loki doing this very thing to her, and even outside of her dreams, she had fleeting fantasies, a growing urge to know if the reality lived up to her dreams.
Everything they had done together had far exceeded her dreams so far. Raw, hot, and sensual, all at the same time. She took a shuddering breath, waiting with bated breath for Loki's response.
"You belong to me, my slave," Loki said, his voice deep and sensual. "I am the one that decides what will happen here, not you. You need only concern yourself with your desires, of which I am more than capable of fulfilling."
"And w-what if… what if," she said, taking another shaky breath, knowing how weak she sounded in this moment, but the undercurrent of arousal, the feeling she got when she submitted to him was like nothing she had ever felt before.
The heady feeling made it almost impossible for her to think straight. "What if I d-desire freedom?" She said, finally getting the words out.
"You don't," Loki said, his eyes never leaving his willful slave's sultry form. "That is what you have been told to desire your entire life, but it is a lie. Your true desire," he said, pulling Carol into his lap, even as she struggled weakly against him. "Is to belong. You have tried to fill that desire with duty, with service, with battle, but it never felt quite right, did it? Something was always missing."
"How?" Carol asked softly, ceasing her struggles, unable to deny the truth of Loki's words. "How do you know these things about me when I don't even know them about myself?"
"Your memories," Loki replied. "I'm surprised you didn't see it when you relived them, or perhaps you didn't want to see," he added thoughtfully.
"See what?" Carol demanded. "If you know so much about me, then say it!"
Loki chucked throatily. "There it is," he said, wrapping his arms tighter around Carol as she struggled to break his grip again. "The fire. That's what drew me to you in the first place," he revealed. "You won't break, but you'll certainly bend," he said, cupping her breast in his hand, squeezing it firmly as she tried to slap his hand away but couldn't.
"That's why I've been so careful with you. I had to know you wouldn't break. I had to know if you were worthy of me. Now I know."
"Worthy of you?" Carol demanded, seeing red as she renewed her struggles, forgetting that it was all but impossible to break Loki's grip.
"Yes," Loki replied, ignoring Carol's struggles. "Now, do you want to know what you truly desire or not?"
"Fine! Tell me then!" Carol huffed, giving up on breaking Loki's grip.
"What you truly desire is to be kept, to be held, to be protected. You don't want to be a soldier or a warrior. That was simply a life that was thrust upon you, not one you truly chose for yourself," Loki explained.
"Isn't that what you're doing to me?" Carol retorted. It wasn't the first time he'd said something like this to her, but each time he did, she had a harder time denying it. "You think I wanted you to take me prisoner?"
Loki raised an eyebrow, snaking his hand down Carol's chest and stomach, stopping at the junction between her legs. He wrapped his palm around her slick cunt. "You tell me," he whispered into her ear.
Carol gasped, feeling Loki's warm fingers on her slick cunt. "T-that's that's.." she stuttered, struggling to find the words, but they wouldn't come.
"Yes," Loki whispered. "You are confused here," he said, removing his fingers from Carol's dripping pussy, bringing them up to tap her temple. "But not here," he said, placing his hand on her breast, "and certainly not here, he added, returning his fingers to her slick cunt.
"Your body alway knew the truth, that is why it surrenders to me, each and every time," he said, pushing a finger into her dripping cunt, earning another gasp of pleasure from Carol.
"No," Carol denied, trying to pull Loki's wrist away, but couldn't. "You're the one that's confusing me," she said, a tremble in her voice as Loki lazily pumped his finger inside her cunt.
Despite her efforts to deny it, she rolled her head from side to side, fighting the urge to grind her pussy against Loki's probing finger.
"Am I?" Loki continued, this time adding a second finger to Carol's throbbing pussy, earning a loud, keening moan from his slave as he curled his fingers, hitting just the right spot to drive her wild.
"It's not… f-fair," Carol groaned. "You're too UGH! Ugh! Too strong… I can't fight you."
"If you didn't want this," Loki said, stilling his fingers, as Carol groaned in disappointment before she could stop herself. "Why are you so wet? You think I don't know? You think you can hide your arousal from me? I am a god, little slave. There is nothing you can hide from me."
"No," Carol denied, fighting even harder against the growing urge to rock her hips on Loki's probing fingers, to take them deep inside her throbbing pussy over and over again. "It's n-not true," she denied, biting back another moan of desire, even though she knew it was a lie.
"Really?" Loki drawled, not believing a word of it, his voice low and sensual. "If you're not thinking about me when you take my cock in your mouth, when you eagerly drink me seed, when I plunder your pussy with my fingers, when you lay in my arms as I knead your breasts, then who? Who is it you think about?"
Carol groaned, shutting her eyes tightly, her mind flashing back to those times, seeing the truth of Loki's words, but still too stubborn to admit it. "No," she denied, but not as strongly as before.
"Then who?" Loki pressed, pumping his fingers agonizingly slowly into Carol's quivering pussy. "That scientist? When you were on earth? What was his name… oh that's right, Michael wasn't it?"
Carol groaned, digging her fingers into Loki's forearm, not sure if she wanted to stop him or urge him to take her deeper. She shuddered, subconsciously leaning into Loki's touch as he whispered into her ear.
"Is it him you're thinking of now, as you feel my fingers inside your pussy, claiming what is mine?" Loki asked, a hint of amusement in his voice, already knowing the truth. "Or is it me?"
"Ugggghhh!" Carol let out a long groan, straining against Loki's grip now. "…N-no," she ground out, rocking her hips even as Loki stubbornly held her in place, knowing it would be a lie to say otherwise.
"Finally, some honesty," Loki said, marginally increasing his pace as he continued to plunder her pussy, earning more groans and mews of desire from his stubborn slave.
He smiled, enjoying the sight of his slave in the throes of passion, truly in her element. "Then who else?" He questioned. "That commander of yours, the one I so easily defeated. Remind me again, what was his name?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Ughh God," Carol groaned. Even when Loki was playing with her, just keeping her on the edge of release, the feeling was intoxicating. She could feel her pussy practically weeping with desire, not even hearing Loki's words this time.
Loki ran his tongue along the edge of Carol's ear as he stilled his fingers, waiting for her to respond.
"Wha?" Carol said, surprised when Loki suddenly stopped.
"I'll say it again," Loki whispered between licks of Carol's earlobe, sending more shivers of desire down her spine. "Your former commander. Tell me his name."
"W-why?" Carol demanded, slowly coming down from the intensity of Loki's touch.
"His name," Loki demanded, leaving no room for hesitation.
"Yon-Rogg," Carol answered, letting out another whimper as Loki returned to plundering her pussy, but this time at a slower his pace, making it a little easier for her to think clearly.
"Ugggh!" she groaned, feeling his stiff cock pressed against her back, knowing without a doubt, and a hint of pride, that she was the cause of it. "W-why?"
"I simply wanted to know," Loki said, picking up where he left off. "Is it him you're thinking of now?" He asked, giving her ear another slow lick, smiling when she shuddered in his arms, practically vibrating with desire, and just like before, he knew it wasn't for her former commander.
"I d-didn't," Carol stuttered. "W-we Ne-never."
"No, you did not," Loki replied succinctly. "But you considered it, didn't you? You never told him, but for a brief time, you even considered leaving your team to be with him. Are you thinking of him now?" He asked, curling his fingers again, pressing them against her clit.
"Uggghh!" Carol groaned, unprepared for the intensity of Loki's attentions. He had never been like this before. He desired her, she knew that much, but it never felt like this, so wild, so all-encompassing.
He was a monster, but one that was firmly in control of his actions and his desires. She felt another pang of lust sink in as the realization full registered in her mind.
"Y-y-yes," Carol moaned wantonly, no longer even trying to break Loki's grip as she lay in his arms.
"And since I took you, since I made you mine. Have you ever thought of him that way, even once? Do you ever imagine it is him doing the things I've done to you?" Loki asked, pumping his fingers a little faster.
Carol scrambled, trying to focus her mind, trying to prove Loki wrong, trying to picture Yon-Rogg in her mind's eye even now, and for a brief second she succeeded, but then she remembered his betrayal, tainting the memory forever.
She tried again, focusing her full will on pushing the negative thoughts aside, to picture herself with Yon-Rogg, but she couldn't, her mind always returning to Loki, snapping back like a rubber band harder and faster each time she tried.
"You can't, can you?" Loki continued knowingly, seeing the struggle Carol was putting herself through. "Not anymore, and never again. They are your past. They no longer matter. All they will ever be is a pale imitation of your master, the one you have always belonged to, the one you will always belong to."
"…. No," Carol admitted with a low moan, her head lolling from side to side as Loki picked up the pace again as she melted into his arms.
"What about that teammate of yours?" Loki asked with a quirked eyebrow, smirking. "The one you have a 'rivalry' with. "Minn-Erva, wasn't it?" he asked, pretending not to remember.
"What?!" Carol demanded, wide eyed as Loki continued to pump his fingers into her slick pussy, fighting through her arousal and growing confusion.
"You haven't thought about it?" Loki asked suggestively, cupping her breast in his palm. "Not even once? You've rolled around on the mat with her enough times. Surely it must have crossed your mind."
"No!" Carol denied, groaning as Loki curled his fingers inside her, forcing her to picture herself and Minn-Erva together. "We were team mates… Ugh, that was it!"
"Picture it," Loki continued sensually. "Rivalry and lust are so close, aren't they? One moment you're sparring, the next you're rolling around on the mat. She rolls on top of you. Before you know it she has your arms pinned down. She leans in close, breathing hard. Your lips are just inches apart, and she kisses you. It's rough, and demanding, just the way you like it. You're caught by surprise, but that quickly passes as Minn-Erva pushes her tongue into your mouth."
"No!" Carol denied again, groaning as Loki picked up the pace, picturing everything as Loki described it. It was confusing, being forced to picture events that never happened as Loki held her on the edge of her orgasm. "I don't… I've never…"
"But you have," Loki disagreed. "I saw how you were with Lyria. You seemed to enjoy yourself then, why not with Minn-Erva too?"
"No," Carol moaned breathlessly. "I didn't… I didn't have a choice. L-Lyria… too strong. I couldn't stop…. Ugh!… her."
"I don't know about that," Loki said, giving Carol's ear a long lick as he slowed his pace before Carol tumbled over the edge. "You didn't seem to protest much when she had her finger in your ass, or when she played with your hot little pussy.
"In fact," he said, giving her plug a slow turn, earning a loud, keening moan from his slave. "You loved it."
"UGHHHH!" Carol moaned, her thoughts jumbled. It hadn't been just Lyria. It was Loki too, making her picture him taking her instead of Lyria, but she had still cum.
"You know I thought about taking her too," Loki continued, his voice low and sensual. "Imagine it. Both of you on your knees, not a stitch of clothing between you. How would you compete against each other then?" He drawled.
Carol rolled her head from side to side, not longer even trying to escape Loki's grip, lost in the throws of passion. She could see it, both of them sucking Loki's cock together, doing their best to make him cum first, and taking his seed all for themselves.
She imagined them on the bed, their heads buried between each other's thighs, licking each others slick pussies, trying to make the other cum first.
Loki would on the bed watching them, running his hands up and down their backs, and asses, cupping their breasts, pinching their nipples, encouraging them to continue, in that soft yet demanding tone that never failed to send shivers of desire down her spine.
He would position himself behind one of them, pushing his cock into one of their aching pussies, and fucking them slowly, teasingly. He would switch back and forth between them, never allowing them to cum, but keeping them on edge.
After he finished fucking Minn-Erva's pussy she would take his cock into her mouth, sucking him, tasting Minn-Erva's juices on his cock.
Minn-Erva would groan in disappointment as she continued to suck Loki, begging to have his cock back inside her needy pussy, but Loki would have his strong hands wrapped around her waist, preventing her from getting up, forcing her to listen to the wet sounds of her lips wrapped around their master's cock.
Soon after, Loki would move between her legs, sliding his thick cock into slick pussy, hammering his cock inside her until she screamed out her release.
"That's right," Loki said, seeing the look in Carol's eyes. "You can picture it now, can't you. How does it feel?"
"Gooood. Ugh! Ugh! UGH!" Carol grunted, no longer able to deny it, hoping desperatly her admission would mean Loki would let her cum.
"P-please," she begged. "I neeeed it," she moaned as Loki's fingers found another sensitive spot, sending her desires another octave higher.
"You know how to ask for that," Loki said, stilling his fingers again. "I won't accept this disobedience from you, not anymore. Ask me," he whispered in her ear. "Ask me properly."
Carol could no longer contain herself, her inhibitions having fallen by the wayside long ago. She felt an ache, and all-encompassing desire she knew in her soul that only Loki could fulfill.
It wasn't the first time he pushed her this far, forced this kind of admission out of her, but it was so much more intense this time, feeling like a powerful wave crashing against her, a wave she was helpless to resist, one that threatened to sweep her away.
"P-plea… Pl-please," Carol begged, letting out a sharp gasp as Loki moved his fingers inside her again, but not as fast as before, returning to a slower, more sensual pace.
The warning was clear. If she waited too long, if she didn't say the words he demanded, he would stop, leaving her in the state. She couldn't allow it to happen, her mind not even able to process what she would do if he stopped now.
"…M-ma-master, let y-your, oh god!" she groaned, shuddering in Loki's grasp as he unexpectedly picked up the pace again. "Let y-your S-slave cum!" she screamed out the last part as Loki added a third finger into her slick pussy, pumping them even faster than before.
She leaned into his touch as he squeezed her breast; her hardened nipple pressing into the palm of his hand as she rocked her hips, matching Loki's pace as her body came alive with pleasure like it never had before.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she groaned as Loki's skilled fingers hit just the right spots, anticipating her desires in a way that put all her past lovers to shame. "LOKKKKIII!!!!" she screamed out, her pussy gushing as came.
She gasped for breath, leaning her sweat slick body against Loki's powerful form as she recovered, her mind slowly clearing.
He had dominated her just the way he said he would, made her cum like she never had before, and she had submitted to him, slipping into the role of a willing slave like it was a second skin. The worst part was it had felt so right, so natural in the moment.
She felt a wave of shame as she slowly returned to herself, knowing that she had lost, and lost badly.
It was an uphill battle fighting against Loki's will. It always was. She hadn't deluded herself into thinking she could somehow win, but her defeat, her admission, it still weighed on her heavily.
She had never thought of Minn-Erva that way, or had she, and just suppressed her desires like so many others times before? How would she react if she ever saw her again?
Carol lay in Loki's arms, taking deep breaths as she recovered from her orgasm, not sure what to even say after that. She looked up at Loki, their eyes meeting again, feeling another shudder of desire at the smoldering intensity in his eyes.
She felt his cock, rigid and hard, pressed against her ass, the heat of his skin against hers, and knew he was far from finished with her. She knew what he wanted, a part of her desiring it as well, to feel his cock inside her hot pussy, stretching her inner walls with each thrust as she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his body pressed against hers as she clung to him.
"It's time, Carol," Loki said, laying her down on the bed, and rolling them over so he was on top of her.
Carol looked up at Loki, almost instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. She lay there helplessly as Loki grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head. She swallowed hard, drawn in by the intensity of Loki's gaze, her lips parting as her eyes darkened with renewed lust.
Carol pulled on her wrists, but couldn't move them so much as an inch as Loki easily overpowering her. She took a shaky breath, staring up at him, feeling another spike of arousal, privately admitting that Loki was right. She did enjoy being restrained, being overpowered.
Loki's lips quirked into a smile as he stared down at his slave, amused more than anything else by her defiance. "It seems you still have some fight left in you, my slave," he said, leaning down to place a kiss on her neck. "Show me," he murmured, releasing her wrists.
Carol stared up at Loki, momentarily confused. Had Loki really given her a way out? Then the more important question hit. Did she even want a way out?
She knew that if he put his cock inside her overheated pussy, things would change. The already lopsided balance of power between them would shift again, and far more deeply than before.
It would only be the start, and just like when he first put his fingers inside her slick pussy, making her scream his name as she came, there would be no coming back from this.
Although her escape plans had been torn to shreds by the Kree's lies and betrayal, she still hoped that she would be free one day, but feared that after Loki claimed her pussy she may never want to leave.
She sat up, Loki leaning back to give her enough room to get back on her knees. She took a breath, mentally preparing herself for whatever game Loki was playing now.
Despite everything he had done to her, everything he had taken, he always left her a chance, sometimes just a sliver of one, and that was what she latched onto now.
"The game is simple, my slave," Loki said, leaning back against the headboard. "All you have to do is make it off this bed, and we stop."
Carol looked at Loki wearily. Nothing was ever that simple with him. "For how long?"
"The night," Loki replied simply, cracking a smile.
"That's it?" Carol asked indignantly. "So we can just play this game over and over again until you get your way? That isn't fair."
"You certainly are confident," Loki said, his voice low and sensual. "Very well. State your terms."
Carol looked over the edge of the bed. She was only a few inches away. If she was fast, she could just roll off the bed, but if Loki got a hold of her, even for a second, her chances dropped dramatically.
"If I can get off the bed, then you have to let me go," Carol said boldly. "You'll take me to a planet of my choosing and give me enough credits to get wherever I need to."
Loki chuckled, his eyes full of mirth as he regarded his slave. "You ask for much, but offer little in return. Where is my advantage in this bargain, exactly?"
Carol looked at Loki wracking her brains to think of something Loki would accept, but couldn't. She had nothing to offer, no possessions to speak of.
"Think smaller, my slave, less grandiose," Loki offered.
"Fine," Carol huffed, bristling at being called a slave, but suddenly got an idea. "If I win, no more of this slave and master stuff."
Loki hid his smirk as Carol unknowingly took the bait. "Very well, my slave," he said, saying it again specifically to irk her this time.
"It's still not fair," Carol pointed out. "You're stronger and faster than me."
"Hmm," Loki said, conceding the point. The game would hardly be worth the effort if it was over within a matter of seconds. "They I will limit my strength and speed to the level of your former commander."
Carol considered the offer, looking at Loki carefully as he leaned leisurely against the headboard. Yon-Rogg was stronger and faster than her, but not to the same absurd level that Loki was.
She had beaten Yon-Rogg occasionally in their spars, so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility for her to win, but this wasn't a spar. She still couldn't attack Loki. It would be a game of cat and mouse, and there was no mistaking it. She was the mouse.
Loki smirked, "and when I make you cum, our little game comes to an end."
Carol looked back at Loki before darting to the edge of the bed, hoping to take Loki by surprise. She felt a moment of elation when her fingertips nearly brushed against the floor plating, but it was over in an instant as she felt Loki's fingers wrap around her ankle, pulling her back.
She strained against his grip, and with Loki only using a fraction of his true strength, she inched forward a little further before Loki stopped her again, pulling her back on the bed and into his arms.
She struggled in his grip, immediately noticing the difference from before, actually able to squirm and wriggle in his grip. She took a sharp breath, feeling the tip of his cock brush against her inner thigh.
She clamped her legs together as she grunted, twisting in his grip as she struggled to wiggle free. She landed on her side, but Loki still had his arms wrapped around her.
She groaned, her nipples instantly hardening as Loki grabbed her breast, kneading it as he held her in place. Despite her struggles to free herself, she felt her pussy dampen as Loki's skilled fingers explored her body.
"Ugh!" she grunted, feeling Loki snake his other hand down her stomach, feeling the tips of his fingers on her inner thighs, working to pry them apart.
She clamped her thighs together as tight as she could, letting out another gasp as Loki wedged his cock between her ass cheeks, pressing against the base of her plug as she continued to struggle.
She gripped his wrist with both hands, straining as she pulled his hand away from her breast, feeling a moment of elation when she broke his grip, but in doing so forgot about his other hand, between her thighs.
Her eyes went wide as he wedged his hand between her thighs before she clamped them tight again, feeling the tips of his fingers on her slit. But there was nothing she could do about it, still holding onto Loki's other wrist with both hands.
She closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out the sensations coursing through her body. Loki's fingertips gently stroking her slit, the heat of his cock wedged firmly between her ass cheeks as he rocked back and forth, using his cock to press on the base of her plug, pushing it deeper inside of her.
"Ready to give up yet?" Loki taunted, whispered into her ear. "You have to know by now that you can't beat me. And judging by this," he said, tapping on Carol's cunt. "I don't think you even want to."
"No," Carol groaned weakly, still struggling in Loki's grip. "I'll… beat you," she said, taking a shuddering breath as she fought back against her own desires.
Loki exhaled, loving the feel of his slave's nubile form pressed against him. "How about now?" he asked, rolling her onto her hands and knees without warning.
Carol yelped as their positions suddenly changed, finding herself on all fours, just inches away from the edge of the bed. Loki was behind her, his hands firmly gripping her hips.
She lurched forward, trying to throw herself off the bed, but Loki was prepared for that, pulling her back just in time.
Her eyes went wide as Loki's cock slipped between her parted thighs, nearly claiming her pussy then and there.
She just managed to clamp her thighs together at the last moment, but it left her with a new problem, Loki's rigid cock trapped between her thighs, less than an inch away from her pussy.
She couldn't risk struggling, not now. Any attempt to escape his grip could give Loki just the opening he needed to slide his cock inside her, and if he managed that, it was all but over for her. She couldn't lose, not again.
Loki let out a groan, feeling Carol's thighs wrapped around his throbbing cock. He leaned forward slowly, sliding his cock back and forth, aided by Carol's arousal dripping down her thighs.
Carol let out a long, keening moan, arching her back as she felt Loki's thick cock sliding between her thighs. She shuddered, losing concentration for just a moment.
It was what Loki had been waiting for. He adjusting his hips, easing his cock higher, the head of his cock now rubbing against her moist slit.
"Goddd!" Carol groaned, despite herself, feeling a sharp spike of desire as she Loki's cock pressed against her slit, stimulating her further. She didn't know what to do. One wrong move was all it would take, and Loki would have be inside her, bringing him one step closer to victory.
Her naturally competitive nature reared its head as she came up with a desperate plan. She rose on her knees, refusing to give in, reaching for Loki's fingers, but this time careful to keep her thighs firmly closed around his cock as she attempted to pry them off her.
Using both hands, she slowly pulled Loki's hand away from her right hip, but Loki was quicker than she anticipated, moving his now free hand to grab her left breast, using his arm to pin her right arm to her side.
Carol groaned, feeling Loki rock his hips back and forth. With her arm pinned, her position become even more precarious than it was before.
Loki ran his tongue along Carol's earlobe. "You're loving this," he whispered knowingly. "Admit it."
"N-no," Carol denied, taking another shuddering breath, now trying to free her breast from Loki's grip with her left hand.
"You can feel that. How wet you are for me," Loki teased, his cock sliding up another few millimeters, his shaft now pressing firmly against her clit.
Carol let out a loud moan, her head rolling back as she used every once of willpower she had left to keep her thighs firmly pressed together, slowing, but not stopping Loki's sensual advance.
It was only a matter of time before Loki took her pussy. She had come to accept that. Her body betraying her at every turn, just like it always did when Loki was involved, her cunt continuing to weep, making it that much easier for Loki to claim his victory.
Carol looked down, seeing the floor in front of her. She was so agonizingly close, just a few inches away from victory, but it might as well have been a million miles away. She grunted, strained her arm, trying to pull free, but Loki's grip was too strong, and she didn't have the leverage to make up for it.
She gasped softly as Loki's cock slid up a little higher between her thighs, feeling the head of his cock press against her opening. Desperately, she pushed herself up onto the balls of her feet, using her legs to give her a little extra leverage, hoping to break Loki's grip.
She realized her mistake a moment too late as Loki griped her legs just behind her knees, taking her legs out from underneath her, and holding her tight to his chest.
Her eyes widened, realizing that her new position prevented her from keeping her thighs wedged together. She could feel his cock at her entrance, just teasing her pussy lips as he dragged out the moment of his victory.
"Almost," Loki teased, slowly bringing her down until the head of his cock pierced her throbbing cunt.
Carol took a shuddering breath, helpless in Loki's arms as he slowly lowered her onto his thick cock, feeling her pussy stretch to accommodate him, almost as if it was welcoming him inside her.
"Ughhhh!" She groaned as he sunk half his length inside her with a single stroke.
Loki let out a slow exhale, feeling Carol's warm, wet cunt envelop his cock. He thrust his hips up, pushing more of his length inside her as he set a slow and deliberate pace as he claimed his prize.
Carol let out a long, keening moan as Loki lifted her until just the tip of his cock was inside her slick cunt before slowly lowering her down his length again. She struggled weakly in his grip, trying to wiggle free, but Loki's hold on her was unbreakable, and his cock felt too good moving inside her.
Loki frowned slightly, sensing the game was drawing to a close far too soon as Carol's struggles grew weaker, and her moans and gasps of pleasure filled the air.
A wicked smile worked its way onto his face as he got an idea, loosening his grip just slightly, giving Carol a small opening, eager for the game to continue a little longer before he fully claimed his prize.
Carol's body practically vibrated with pleasure as Loki continued fucking her from behind. It was even more intense than she thought it would be. The combination of Loki's scent, and how he so throughly dominated her, turning her into a quivering mess.
She was so aroused she didn't even notice it when it first happened, but after the third and fourth thrusts, she was positive. Loki had loosened his grip on her, just slightly, but it was enough.
She had nearly forgotten that Loki would only win when he made her cum.
Carol continued to moan, little mews of pleasure escaping her lips as Loki fucked her, telling herself that she couldn't act too soon. She had to wait for the right moment. She wouldn't be able to spring forward. Loki would expect that.
When Loki raised her up, his grip on her was at its weakest, focusing more on balancing her in his arms rather than holding her tight. Just as he lifted her up again, with the head of his cock grazing her pussy lips, she twisted sharply to her side, throwing her weight backwards, putting Loki on his back as she landed on top of him.
She felt Loki's grip on her break as they landed. Quickly, she scrambled off of him, darting to the edge of the bed, but Loki was faster, snaking his arm around her waist as he pulled her back at the last moment.
Carol growled in frustration, wriggling and twisting in his grip, somehow able to break free a second time.
She rolled onto her back, hating how large the bed was as she struggled to escape Loki's reach.
She rolled again, now just a few feet from the edge of the bed, thinking she was home free, only for Loki to latch onto her wrist. Before she knew it, he was leaning over her, both her arms now pinned to the bed as looked down at her.
Carol looked up at Loki, gasping for breath, feeling a thin sheen of sweat on her body as she took stock of her situation, finally realizing her mistake. While Loki had limited his strength and speed, he hadn't said anything about his endurance.
Unlike her, he hadn't even broken into a sweat, and looked like he could maintain this pace all day if he chose to.
She glanced down at her spread legs, realizing she was in the perfect position for Loki to sheath himself inside her.
Loki looked down at his prey, his eyes filled with lust as Carol continued to gasp for breath beneath him. He lined up his engorged cock with her slick pussy, eager to have his cock inside her again.
Carol's eyes went wide as Loki slid inside her, immediately realizing the difference in their new position. Loki could penetrate even deeper inside her now, burying himself inside her to the root.
"Uggh" Carol moaned, unable to contain herself this time as Loki's thick cock stretched the inner walls of her cunt. "Soo big." she couldn't help but moan.
Loki smirked, picking up the pace as Carol's pussy hugged his cock, practically milking it each time he thrust inside her.
Carol bit her lip hard as Loki continued to thrust inside her, hoping the sting would be enough to keep her grounded. Her only hope now was if Loki came first, giving her another opportunity to escape his grip.
Loki chuckled deeply as he kept up his slow and deliberate pace, intent on drawing out the moment of his slave's defeat.
Even now, she hadn't hadn't given up. He could see it in her eyes, the way her eyes darted around the room. She still believed she had a path to victory.
"You're mine, Carol," Loki grunted, now hammering his cock into her throbbing pussy as he felt her wrap her legs around his waist.
"N-no," Carol breathed, struggling to hold on. "I… can… Ugh! Ugh! St-still w-in," she groaned, praying that she could just outlast Loki.
"No, not that," Loki groaned, feeling Carol's pussy quiver around his cock. "Every time you cum," he grunted. "Every time you feel even an ounce of pleasure, you will think of me, and me alone," he said possessively.
"No," Carol shook her head, wanting to deny it, needing to deny it.
Loki raised an eyebrow, taking in the aroused state of his slave. "Then why is it that my name is the only one that has ever crossed your lips when you cum?"
"Uggh!" Carol groaned, arching her back as Loki hit just the right spot. She was so close to the edge now, nearly cumming in that very moment. Her stubbornness was the only thing that allowed her to hold on, if only just.
She rolled her head from side to side, no longer struggling to break Loki's grip, focusing all her attention on holding back her orgasm.
"I…I…Ugh! UGH!" Carol groaned, trying to answer Loki's question, but couldn't find the words. How could she? Deep down inside, she knew Loki was telling the truth. He had ruined her for other lovers, and they both knew it. Nothing she had ever experienced could compare to this.
"You love this," Loki grunted. "When I take what I want from you, when I bend you to my will, when you submit to me! This is when you feel truly alive, when you feel whole."
"No!" Carol groaned, letting out another keening moan, her voice rising another octave as Loki relentlessly plundered her pussy.
"You can lie to yourself if you wish, but you can't escape the truth," Loki grunted, hammering his cock into Carol's pussy. "You belong to me!"
"Uggghhhh!" Carol groaned, devoting every fiber of her being, every ounce of her willpower to holding on.
"Remember this moment, Carol," Loki said, leaning down to whisper it in her ear as he stilled his hips.
"Wha?" Carol gasped as Loki released her wrists, and grabbed her ankles. A fraction of a second later he had her bent in half until her ankles rested against her ears.
Her eyes went wide as Loki thrust back inside her, claiming her pussy again, his thighs slapping into her ass with loud claps as he fucked her relentlessly.
She couldn't move, pinned down by both Loki's weight and her new position. She gasped, shuddering with each of Loki's thrusts, the new angle adding another level of intensity as her feelings of helplessness and arousal grew deeper.
She could feel Loki's cock pressing against the plug locked inside her ass, only a thin membrane of skin separating them, making her pussy feel even tighter as Loki continued to fuck her.
"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she grunted, laying there helpless beneath him, her control slipping as her defeat neared.
"LOKKKKIIIII!" she screamed out as her orgasm crashed over her, sending her spiraling, and turning her into a quivering mass as Loki continued to fuck her, not slowing down in the slightest after she came.
Loki grunted as Carol came hard, drenching his cock with her juices, but continued to hold himself back, wanting to really hammer this point home.
Carol moaned, looking up into Loki's intense eyes, not knowing how much more of this she could take. She had been a fool to think she could outlast him. She realized that now.
She felt her pussy stir, amazed as her arousal built anew, realizing then that Loki intended to make her cum a second time before truly claiming his victory.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she groaned. "Please," Carol said breathlessly, her arousal at a fever pitch as Loki showed no signs of stopping, losing all sense of time as everything else faded into the background. "Ugh! UGH! UGH!"
Loki smirked, slamming his cock one last time into Carol's pussy, setting off another orgasm for his slave moments before he erupted inside her with a loud grunt.
"GAWAD!!!!" Carol screamed out as she came, gasping for breath as Loki finally came to a stop, rolling off her.
She lay there, looking up at the ceiling totally spent as Loki wrapped his arm around her, turning her onto her stomach, and laying her head down on his chest. She didn't resist, draping her legs over his as she listened to his heartbeat, steady and calm, as she finally accepting an uncomfortable truth she had been hiding from.
Loki had ruined her for other lovers. None of them would ever compare to him, the undeniable proof she just experience erasing all doubts from her mind, and leaving behind a pang of sadness. When she finally escaped him, she would never feel this way again.
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Hi! Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. Any thoughts on adding Minn-Erva to the story? It likely won't happen until the end of the story, but Loki's plan is to build his own kingdom, and while Carol will be his favorite, he won't be apposed to other women sharing their bed.
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