Carol woke up with a start, looking around startled until she spotted Loki getting dressed. "You're leaving?" She asked, sitting up.
Loki looked at his slave, expecting to find accusations and demands for answers, but was surprised when she stood up instead, helping him to strap on his armor.
"I can do this myself," he said, more gruffly than he intended. "Go back to bed."
"I know you can," Carol replied softly.
"Then why?" Loki demanded, gripping Carol's wrists. "What is it you're after? Planning another escape?"
Carol shook her head. "No. I learned my lesson."
"And what lesson is that?"
"The universe is a dangerous place," Carol replied, looking up at Loki. "More dangerous than I ever thought possible, and the only time I feel safe is when I'm with you."
Loki stared at Carol, looking for the hidden motive, the trick, the manipulation, the veiled insult, all the things he knew how to deal with, but couldn't find any.
"What is this?" Loki asked, losing his patience, annoyed more with himself for not being able to figure Carol out than anything else.
"I noticed you're different now," Carol replied. "Ever since you found out about your father… you've been distant."
"He's not my father," Loki snapped, releasing Carol's wrists as he took a step back.
"He was something to you," Carol replied as Loki reached the door.
Loki paused, looking back at Carol for a long moment. "He stole me away as a child from my kind, let me believe I was his son, all so that he could use me to secure a political victory upon some future date that never came," he said, unable to keep the bitterness out of his tone.
Carol nodded in understanding. "And now you can never confront him about it."
Loki closed his eyes, exhaling as he considered why he was even talking about any of this.
"More powerful than words," Carol muttered to herself, remembering Proxima's earlier words, and hoping she was right. She stepped forward, taking Loki's hand in hers, and pulling gently.
Loki went to remove Carol's hands, but paused when he saw the look in her eyes. It wasn't pity, but something else.
"Please, master," Carol pleaded, setting aside her ego as she regarded him.
Loki sighed, but allowed his slave to pull him back towards the couch, and when he sat down she straddled his lap, resting her chin on his shoulder.
He waited patiently, expecting her to say something, but as the minutes ticked by it became obvious, she had nothing to say, but instead of getting annoyed with her for wasting him time, he found it oddly comforting, wrapping his arms around her as pulled her closer.
"I thought he cared for me," Loki said after a long moment, finally breaking the silence. "That there was a place for me on Asgard."
Carol nodded. She had only worked out bits and pieces, but it made sense, even mirroring her own life, chasing acceptance, and belonging, as if it would fix what was broken inside her.
"That's why you left," she murmured.
"That's where my troubles truly began," Loki revealed. "Thanos found me. He used the Mind Stone to manipulate me. He wanted me to invade Midgard to find another stone hidden there."
Carol looked at Loki. He was many things, but easily manipulated wasn't one of them. "What happened?" She asked, knowing there had to be more to it than that.
"I'm still not sure," Loki admitted. "When he used the stone on me, it worked. I felt it. Then he handed me a scepter. He said it would aid me in my conquest, but when I touched it, somehow I knew what it was."
"My life flashed before my eyes, everything I had ever done. It showed me the pattern my life always took, the mistakes I kept repeating, how my jealousy and my need for attention always became my undoing."
"That's when you outgrew the person you used to be," Carol replied, realizing then why Loki was so different from the myths.
Loki nodded. "I thought I did, but now I'm not so sure."
"What do you mean?" Carol asked.
"…I made a mistake," Loki admitted. "I thought that by sending the Dwarves to Asgard it would protect both them and my people, that Thanos would not risk an attack against their combined forces."
"Now Odin is dead, because of my actions, along with half my people."
"No," Carol replied. "You just sped up his timetable. Wiping out half the universe has always been his end game. That's exactly what he'll do if he gets the rest of the stones, and if he's as calculating as you say he is, then he won't leave around the half that can fix what he did."
Loki paused, looking at Carol for a long moment. "I hadn't considered it from that perspective," he conceded.
"You're also the only one that can stop him," Carol pointed out.
"You seem certain of that," Loki replied.
"You've found more stones than anyone else ever did," Carol pointed out. "More than Thanos, and he's been searching for a lot longer than you have."
"He has the Power Stone," Loki revealed. "And the last two are by far the most dangerous. It is said that with the Soul Stone one can locate beings anywhere in the universe, commune with the dead, even rip souls from their bodies."
"And the Time Stone?" Carol asked curiously.
"Imagine speeding up time to turn your enemies to dust in the blink of an eye, rewinding time to undo even fatal injuries," Loki replied.
Carol shivered, considering the implications. "Then, whoever has the Time Stone could have wielded it for thousands of years. They could be the oldest being in the universe."
Loki nodded. "Odin hid the Soul Stone on Vormir, an out of the way barren rock in the far reaches of space. He must have hidden it there for a reason, but I don't know what."
"We have arrived at our destination," Mimir chirped.
"Vormir?" Carol asked.
Loki nodded.
"I want to go with you."
"No," Loki denied. "You are to remain here where Proxima can protect you."
"You can protect me," Carol insisted, not liking the idea of being left behind, or Loki facing whatever was on the planet alone.
"I don't know what I'll find there. With Odin involved, there's no telling what magic he's woven to protect it," Loki replied.
"All the more reason to go together," Carol replied. "I'll be twice as safe with you and Proxima."
Loki chuckled at his slave's argument, reminding him that his precocious slave was still in there, despite her recent change in attitude. "Very well, little slave," he agreed, unable to find any fault with her argument.
Carol smiled, pressing her lips against Loki's.
"However," Loki added sternly, breaking the kiss. "You are to do exactly as you are told. That means no arguments, no negotiations, and that also goes for Proxima's orders as well."
Carol nodded, having already expected something like that.
***
Carol stood on a cliff, overlooking at the planet below, with Loki and Proxima standing on either side of her.
The planet was just as Loki described — a barren gray rock with jagged mountains, and dark cloudy skies.
Unlike the Dark Elves's planet, it didn't look like a civilization of any kind had ever existed on the planet, not even the ruins of one. The only structure Mimir found was the mountain they were standing on, and the staircase winding around it, leading up to a giant stone altar at the top.
"Let's go," Loki said, taking Carol's hand as they continued walking up the steps.
"This is tactically unsound, Lord Loki," Proxima said, keeping an eye out for danger. "There is no suitable cover, and nowhere to retreat to."
"It can't be helped," Loki replied, agreeing with her. "I can't risk the stone falling into Thanos's hands."
"Understood," Proxima replied, although she didn't seem happy about it.
"Did you see that?" Carol asked, squinting her eyes as she craned her neck.
"What is it?" Loki asked, coming to a stop.
"It's gone," Carol replied, shaking her head. "I thought… I thought I saw someone."
Proxima immediately moved in front of Carol. "Where?" She demanded, spear drawn.
"There," Carol pointed at the altar, "…it was a flash of light, I think."
"I see nothing," Proxima said, squinting her eyes as she looked again.
Loki followed their gaze, not seeing anything either. "Are you sure, Carol?" he asked.
"Yes, master," Carol replied. "I don't know what it is, but there's something here."
"Be on your guard," Loki said, pulling out his daggers as well.
Even though he couldn't see anything himself, he wasn't ready to dismiss what Carol said either. She had a connection to the stones, one he had yet to fully understand, but not one he would bet against.
"We should retreat," Proxima advised. "Mimir could have missed something."
"Negative," Mimir chirped through the comm. "You are the only living organisms on the planet."
"Then perhaps it's not living," Proxima snapped at the AI.
"No," Loki said. "I didn't come this far to turn back now."
Carol nodded, moving closer to Loki as they continued up the stone steps. The closer they got to the alter the more she felt it — a presence. Its existence felt wrong, like it didn't belong, but also had no way to leave.
She could see it every now and then, whips of black smoke, but when she pointed them out to Loki and Proxima, or even so much as blinked, they were gone.
"There's nothing here," Proxima said when they finally reached the top of the mountain.
"It should be here," Loki said, walking up the pedestal. The fragment of memory he received from the Odin force had shown him as much, a glowing orange stone floating above the altar.
"You are too late, Loki, son of Odin," a voice said from behind him.
Loki whirled around, daggers drawn, Proxima not far behind him as he regarded the new threat, finally seeing what Carol had been warning them about — a red-skinned figure in black robes.
"You know me, how?" Loki demanded, pushing Carol behind him.
"It is my curse to know all who journey here," the figure replied mysteriously.
"What are you?" Carol asked, narrowing her eyes as she studied the wraith like figure.
"I am cursed," the figure replied.
"That isn't an answer," Loki replied, recognizing the deflection for what it was. "How are you here? What do you know of this place?"
"A lifetime ago, I too sought the stones," he said, his eyes lingering on Carol. "I even held one in my hand. But it cast me out, banished me here, guiding others to a treasure I cannot possess."
"He speaks in half truths, and subterfuge," Proxima spat. "Do not trust him, Lord Loki."
Loki nodded, thinking along the same lines. "You said I'm too late. What did you mean by that?" he asked, getting a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Another has claimed it," the figure replied.
"Thanos," Loki said.
The figure simply nodded.
"If the stone is gone, what are you still doing here?" Carol asked.
"My curse did not end with the retrieval of the stone," the figure replied. "There is one final task. A message to deliver, only then will I be free."
"What message?" Loki demanded. "To whom?"
The figure raised his hand, a white ball of light forming on his palm. "A message for the descendant of the man who cursed me," he said, a vicious grin forming on his face a moment before the ball of light flew from his hand.
Loki only had a moment for his eyes to widen before the ball of light slammed into his forehead and everything went dark, hearing Carol scream his name in horror as he fell.
"What have you done!?" Proxima demanded, jumping in front of Carol as she raised her spear, casting a worried glance at the crumpled form of Loki.
"Fate has a cruel sense of humor…" the figure said, ignoring Proxima entirely as he floated to the ground, his figure solidifying as he focused his gaze on Carol.
"To chain me here for an eternity, only to release me when I have nothing, no vessel, no army, no world to command, yet fortune still smiles upon me," he said, taking a step forward.
"You have hidden it well, but I would recognize that stone anywhere," he said, his eyes fixed on the blue stone on Carol's collar. "In hands too weak to command them. Such irony."
"You will step no closer," Proxima snarled, not sure what to make of the former caretaker of the Soul Stone.
"On the contrary," the figure smiled. "Power such as this demands a master."
"I already have one," Carol replied from behind Proxima. "And if you don't want your freedom to end today, you'll leave before he wakes up."
"His fate is already decided," the figure replied dismissively. "Odin may be gone, but his spawn will pay the price. I will rot here no longer. With you, I will return to the stars, carve my empire anew. My world denied me once, but this time it will kneel."
"You talk too much," Proxima sneered, thrusting her spear forward, only for it to phase through the figure's chest harmlessly.
"I may have been trapped here," the figure said, taking another step forward through Proxima's spear, a dark smirk on his face. "But that does not mean I learned nothing in my time here."
Proxima growled, "Learn this!" she said, sending an energy blast through her spear.
The figure's eyes widened as he felt something he hadn't felt in a very long time — pain. Then next moment he was flying through the air, landing painfully on the ground, but conveniently near the fallen form of Loki.
"You can not protect them both," he taunted, rising to his feet as he moved towards Loki this time.
Proxima cursed, sending multiple blasts of energy at the figure only to watch in growing frustration as the figure flowed around her attacks like water.
She had seen it before. Whatever this creature was, it could anticipate her attacks. She looked behind her at Carol, knowing that above all else she had to protect her, even more so than Lord Loki himself, that was her purpose.
***
Loki stood up, looking around. "Well, this is interesting," he said, thinking out loud as he found himself in a place that looked like the forests of Asgard.
He had used the Mind Stone enough times to notice the difference, and as lifelike as this place was, it only existed in his own mind.
"Clever boy," Odin said from behind Loki.
"You're not real," Loki replied, not turning around. "You're just smoke and vapors. Odin is dead."
"Two things can be true at once," Odin said, moving to stand beside him. "…Will you not look at me, my son?"
"That's just it," Loki replied. "I'm not your son. I'm a frost giant. This," he said, touching his face, "is just a spell you used to hide the truth."
"If it is a spell, then why didn't it end upon my death?" Odin asked.
This time Loki looked at the memory of Odin, unable to contain his curiosity. What he said was true, and he had Odin's memories to prove it. Odin's spell should have ended with his death. "How?"
"You have my memories, do you not?" Odin replied. "You already have the answers you seek."
Loki closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. While he had viewed many of Odin's memories, he had focused on his battles, his skills, his knowledge of magic. He had lived for over 5000 years, and his memories were simply too vast to view all of them — at least that was what he told himself.
In truth, he had purposely avoided his memories of being raised by the man, finding them too painful to watch now that he knew the truth of his existence, but now he had no choice.
He watched the battle on Jotunheim through Odin's eyes, how he found him, alone and forgotten, felt his worry, his realization that he was unlikely to survive on his own.
Then he felt the spell that Odin had cast upon him. It wasn't a disguise at all, going far deeper than even he thought possible. It reshaped his very being, making him both a Frost Giant and an Asgardian, Odin's son in not just name, but blood as well.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Loki asked, looking at the memory of his father.
"I did, but you were in too much pain to see it then," Odin replied.
"See what?" Loki asked sharply.
"I have always believed in you. And I still do. You are my son. You always have been," Odin repeated the words he spoke to his son in the throne room so long ago.
"Then you fell," Loki said, remembering how Odin fell into the Odin sleep after banishing Thor to Midgard.
Odin nodded.
"Is that why I'm here?" Loki asked. "So you could tell me all this?"
"I thought I would have time," Odin replied. "I meant to tell you all of this that day, but then you let go, and not even Heimdall could find you after you fell from the bridge."
"Carol," Loki breathed, suddenly remembering how he arrived here "She's there with that thing."
"Fear not," Odin replied. "There is still time to save her. Only a moment has passed outside."
"Send me back!" Loki demanded.
"Not yet, there is still much I have to tell you," Odin replied.
"That wasn't a request! Send me back now!" Loki demanded.
"If you wish to return, then stop acting like a child and listen," Odin snapped, looking every bit the king of the gods that Loki remembered.
"Fine, talk," Loki muttered, feeling like a scolded child as he father glared at him.
"I too searched for the stones in my youth," Odin revealed. "I built the shrine on Vormir to protect the Soul Stone."
"I thought I had more time," Odin said regretfully. "I meant to tell both you and Thor about this place, that you would protect it as I have, and also about your sister Hela."
"Hela?" Loki asked, another memory he had yet to view.
"Search me memories, and you will see," Odin replied.
"…Is she free?" Loki asked quietly after searching his memories.
Odin nodded. "This fragment of my soul is all that remains of me, it was not enough to contain her."
"What's happened to Asgard?" Loki asked.
"It has fallen," Odin replied. "Thor and Hela fought. Hela won, but the battle ravaged our home even more that Thanos's invasion. It is no longer capable of sustaining our people."
"And mother?" Loki asked, afraid to hear the answer.
"She lives, but as Hela's prisoner. Despite everything, she still has some love for her mother," Odin replied.
"And Thor?" Loki asked.
"On Sakaar, banished there by Hela," Odin replied.
Loki sighed, already suspecting what his father would ask of him next.
"Hela refuses to accept that Asgard is dying," Odin continued. "She refuses to allow our people to flee, and if something is not done soon, they will all die."
"Why does she remain?" Loki asked.
"Hela draws her power from Asgard itself," Odin explained. "Without it, her power will diminish."
"And with Asgard dying, is she not just hastening the inevitable?" Loki asked.
"She does not wish to see the truth," Odin explained.
"What do you expect me to do about all of this?" Loki asked.
"I don't command you, Loki, not anymore," Odin replied. "You have grown stronger, matured. You are your own man now. I ask only that you save what remains of our people."
Loki was about to deny him. He had his own battles to fight, and now with Thanos in possession of the Soul Stone he knew where he was, which made him that much more dangerous, but then he thought about his mother, and knew he couldn't leave her to her fate.
"Alright," Loki sighed.
"There is more, something that will aid you," Odin continued. "The Soul Stone was not the only stone I found."
"The Time Stone," Loki said. It was the only one left unaccounted for.
"I entrusted it to a sorcerer on Midgard, Agamotto," Odin explained. "His line still exists, and it has been passed down for millennia within his order."
"Why do all of this?" Loki asked the question that had been bothering him all this time. "You had two of the stones. Why did you just stop? Why go from searching for them to hiding them away?"
"When I found the Soul Stone, it changed everything," Odin explained. "It connected me to every soul in existence. I saw their lives, their children, their families. I felt their pain, their loss, and all the blood on my hands for the first time in my existence. I knew then that I couldn't continue as I was, that there had to be a better way."
"You and Thor are that better way," Odin said. "That is what I wanted for you both, to be better than me."
"Father," Loki said, seeing Odin in a new light, seeing him not as the all powerful god he thought him to be in his youth, but a man with doubts, fears, and a bloody past he tried desperately to make up for.
"I love you, my son. I always have, and I always will," Odin said.
"I… I wish we had more time," Loki replied regretfully.
"As do I, my son," Odin smiled sadly. "But my time is over. It is now up to you."
"Goodbye… father," Loki said as Odin faded away.
***
Loki opened his eyes, seeing the shadowy figure walking towards him. "Schmidt," he said after searching Odin's memories to find what he was looking for.
Schmidt paused, looking at Loki curiously. "I have not heard that name in a long time."
"Not surprising, since you have been bound here for almost 70 years," Loki said, getting to his feet.
"Bound no longer," Schmidt replied, his eyes gleaming with malice. "And with your arrival, I finally have a way off this barren rock."
"Don't be so sure about that," Loki replied, dusting himself off. "You may be free of my father's magic, but you still have to deal with me."
"Something I will take great pleasure in," Schmidt replied, stalking forward.
Loki regarded Schmidt, the so-called Red Skull, seeing nothing overly special about him. He raised his daggers, ready to slice him in two.
When Schmidt got within range, he swung his dagger in a wide arc, aiming for his neck, only for his dagger to pass through him harmlessly, leaving him wide open for a kick to the chest that sent him staggering backwards.
"NO!" Loki shouted, seeing Proxima out of the corner of his eye as she made to join the fight. "Protect what is mine. I will handle this."
"Curious," Loki said as he and Schmidt circled each other, not quite sure what to make of the man. He was different from what Odin's memories suggested, possessing abilities he shouldn't have.
He tried again, this time giving his full attention to the fight as he attacked with both daggers, his blades a blur as he slashed and cut, but was surprised again when Schmidt dodged every one of his attacks instead of making himself intangible.
Loki took a step back, quickly playing back the fight in his mind. He should have been far faster that Schmidt, even at his worst, then it clicked, he understood. Schmidt wasn't actually faster, just moving before he attacked. predicted what he would do.
It gave Schmidt an advantage defensively, but offensively it was another story. He was strong enough to stagger him, but not enough to do any lasting damage, and certainly not unarmed. In a battle of attrition, the advantage was still his.
"Your parlor tricks are impressive," Loki conceded. "But there is no way for you to win. You must see that."
Schmidt smirked, walking through Loki as he made his way to Carol. "I need only one thing to ensure my victory."
Loki turned around and laughed, so much so that Schmidt turned around, looking at him strangely.
"You're a fool," Loki said as he got his laughter under control. "I was willing to give you a chance, to allow you to fight and die in battle as a warrior, but you squandered it."
"You are strange," Schmidt replied, looking Loki up and down, trying to make sense of him. "But my victory is assured," he replied, turning his attention back to Carol.
Loki tapped into the power of the Reality Stone, watching as Schmidt's limbs fell from his body, each one segmenting into ribbons as his torso fell to the ground.
Loki walked up to Schmidt, sheathing his daggers as he looked down at him.
"HOW!?" Schmidt demanded. "How have you done this? You do not hold the stones!"
"The how does not matter," Loki replied, crouching down beside him. "Not when you have for more pressing concerns, namely threatened to take what was mine. When you did that, you sealed your fate."
"Carol, Proxima, we're done here," Loki said as he stood back up, taking Carol's hand as he walked back towards the stone steps.
"NO! No!" Schmidt shouted in desperation, making himself intangible, hoping that it would somehow return his limbs to him, but nothing worked.
"You know what, Schmidt?" Loki asked as he turned around to face him again, taking the opportunity to twist the knife a little further. "Had you chosen not to attack me and mine, I would have considered your punishment over, and sent you on your way to a world where you could have had your fill of death and violence. The universe is riddled with such places, ruled by dictators and despots. You would have fit right in, but now…"
Of all the fates Schmidt imagined for himself, an undignified end like this had never been one of them. "You will not end me like this," he snarled.
"You're right, I won't," Loki replied, surprising Schmidt. "When we leave this place, you will return to normal, and remain trapped on a planet no one will ever have a reason to visit," he said, smirking as he heard Schmidt's rage-filled scream as they walked away.
***
Carol sat on Loki's lap as he finished telling her about his meeting with his father, and the unsettling news that Thanos now had the Soul Stone in his possession. "What now?" She asked.
"I would be more than happy to answer you, my slave," Loki said with a smirk. "Provided my needs are met as well," he added suggestively.
"Seriously, Master?" Carol asked, giving him an exasperated look before glancing at Proxima.
She still didn't enjoy doing this kind of stuff with an audience, especially if Proxima was going to join in like last time. "Can't we at least do this alone?"
Loki followed Carol's gaze, his smirk widening into a smile. It was a hang-up he would thoroughly enjoy helping his slave get over.
Carol groaned, dropping to the floor between Loki's legs, knowing that he was more than capable of sending her away, and only telling Proxima and Mimir his plans, and with the way Proxima was glaring at her she doubted it would end there.
She deftly unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock, sending him one last fleeting glare before wrapping her lips around his cock.
"Much better," Loki groaned, running his fingers through Carol's hair as he leaned back in his seat. "Thanos has two options: confront me directly now that he knows where I am, or go to Midgard to retrieve the Time Stone."
"My instincts tell me he will wish to balance the scales," he said, pushing gently on the back of Carol's head, encouraging her to take him deeper. "And going to Asgard for the gauntlet falls in line with that."
"Thanos has an army," Proxima pointed out, her eyes drifting to Carol, watching her ass sway back and forth as she sucked her master. "…As powerful as you have become, Lord Loki, the numbers are not in your favor."
Loki nodded in agreement, thinking along the same lines. From what his father told him, the armies of Asgard lost against Thanos's forces, and those that remained faced Hela, likely reducing their numbers even further.
From Odin's memories he had seen how formidable a fighter she was then, and now with her drawing power directly from Asgard it made her even more deadly, which would force him to use the stones in battle, something he had yet to fully master.
"My people are all but decimated. If Asgard still has an army, it won't be much of one," he added.
Carol leaned back, taking a breath before speaking. "You said your brother Thor was on Sakaar," Carol reminded him. "What about him?"
Loki looked at Carol with a raised eyebrow, watching with amusement as she rolled her eyes before wrapping her lips around his cock again.
He let out an appreciative hum as he felt her tongue slither along the underside of his cock. "That's better," he couldn't help but tease. "And from now on, refrain from speaking while your mouth is otherwise engaged."
Carol huffed, but continued bobbing her head on Loki's cock, glad that he was more or less back to his usual self, despite it coming at her expense.
Loki smirked, finding it much more enjoyable to think through his plans this way, resolving to use this method from now on.
Having Thor by his side would certainly make it easier to convince his people to join him. He could send Thor to free his mother, but that would also leave him with the problem of Hela to deal with.
From his father's memories, he knew she was not only powerful, but bloodthirsty as well, practiced in the art of war in a way he and Thor lacked.
In a fight against Thanos, she would be useful, but securing her allegiance may not be possible, although she had refrained from killing Thor and their mother, so all hope may not be lost.
Carol leaned forward, feeling Loki's cock slide into her throat as she gave it a squeeze, her annoyance with Loki slipping away as she enjoyed the feel of his throbbing cock inside her throat.
She glanced again at Proxima, feeling a growing dampness between her thighs as she felt Proxima's eyes on her.
She wasn't attracted to her, far from it, but the taboo of doing this, submitting to Loki with a witness to her debasement, awoke something inside her.
"…It will take time," Loki said with a satisfied grunt, enjoying the fruits of his slave's labors. "Possibly enough time for Thanos to conquer Midgard, and find the Time Stone."
"What will you do, Lord Loki?" Proxima asked.
"…Sakaar," Loki finally decided. "First, I'll find my brother, then Asgard. Midgard has its defenders. They will have to be enough."
"Course laid in," Mimir replied as the engines flared to life and the ship changed course.
"Proxima, leave us," Loki said, his decision made, wanting to speak with Carol alone.
"Yes, Lord Loki," Proxima replied, giving a nod to him as she left, her eyes lingering on Carol.
"I assume you have thoughts on leaving Midgard to its fate," Loki said once they were alone.
"Ah ah ah," Loki said, grabbing a fistful of Carol's hair as he pushed his cock back into her throat.
Carol shot Loki an exasperated look, but continued sucking on his cock, wondering how he expected her to answer him like this.
"Just think it," Loki replied, glancing down at Carol's collar.
Carol looked at Loki, feeling like her jaw would drop open if her mouth weren't already full. 'Is he really going to use an Infinity Stone to read my thoughts, just so I can keep sucking him?' She thought incredulously before realizing a moment later that it was exactly the kind of thing he would do.
"Are you really that surprised?" Loki chuckled, proving that he was already listening to her thoughts. "You're quite talented, my slave," he praised. "And the last thing I would ever do is prevent you from doing something you so enjoy."
Carol shot Loki a flat look, taking in a lungful of air before bobbing her head on his cock again, but saw the silver lining to the position they were in, a chance for her to get some actual answers from Loki, instead of the normal games he liked to play.
'What's this planet like?' She thought, cupping Loki's balls for good measure, teasing them with the tip of her finger.
Loki grunted, "Keep that up, little slave, and you just may learn every one of my secrets," he said, smirking when Carol immediately redoubled her efforts to make him cum.
"Sakaar is a junk planet, surrounded by multiple wormholes which deposit all manner of things from across the universe on its surface, which explains how Thor ended up there. It's also where I took your former ship to redesign it to my tastes."
Carol nodded. She had been in the stasis pod for awhile after Loki captured her, far longer than she initially thought.
"Well, that won't do," Loki tsked, noticing that Carol had stopped. "Perhaps you need a little more incentive," Loki said, getting an idea.
Carol's eyes widened as she suddenly felt something sink inside her pussy. She looked up at Loki in surprise, knowing that he was the cause, but not sure what he'd done.
"It's simple," Loki replied. "That feeling is a representation of my cock. When you're taking care of my needs," he said, pushing on the back of Carol's head, sinking his cock deeper in her mouth, "you'll feel it too."
Carol groaned around Loki's cock, feeling as if Loki's cock was sinking into her throbbing cunt.
It felt strange having Loki's cock in her mouth, but also feeling it throbbing in her pussy at the same time. She licked his shaft experimentally, letting out a moan when she felt Loki's cock in her pussy shudder in response.
She bobbed her head, taking Loki's cock in her throat, feeling it slam into her pussy at the same time.
She bobbed her head faster, feeling Loki's cock in her pussy match her speed as she let out a low moan.
A moment later the rest of her questions for Loki fled to the back of her mind as pleasuring Loki, and in turn herself, became her sole focus.
Loki let out a groan of his own as his slave sucked him deeper, coming to a surprising realization.
While Carol felt the mental representation of his cock in her pussy, and the real one in her mouth, he could also feel the dual pleasure of taking both her holes at once.
'This certainly has possibilities,' he thought, getting another wicked idea.
Carol mewed with delight as she felt Loki's cock slamming into her slick pussy each time she took him in her throat, taking everything she had to hold on in the face of her mounting pleasure, but when Loki made his next move her whole body stiffening as she felt Loki's cock press into her ass.
Her eyes widened as she felt not two, but three cocks moving inside her as Loki took over, fucking all three of her holes at the same time.
"UGGGHHHH!" She groaned as her orgasm hit, followed quickly by a second as Loki didn't even pause, fucking her through her orgasm as he varied his pace between her pussy and ass, sometimes going faster and slower, pausing inside her ass so he could focus on her pussy, then switching back and forth as he pleased.
Loki let out a loud grunt, struggling to hold on, wanting to pull one more orgasm from his slave.
Carol took shallow breaths, timing them for when Loki's cock left her throat, and even after two orgasms she felt her pleasure building again, further reinforcing the belief that Loki was the only who could make her feel this way.
He was the only one who had ever brought her to heights of pleasure like this, finding new, and increasingly more adventurous ways to tease her and push past her limits.
"Ughh!" She groaned around Loki's cock as he hit just the right spot, her body trembling with desire as he pinched her clit, and even spanked her as he continued to fuck her.
Loki eventually let out a groan, knowing that he had reached his limit, erupting inside Carol's hot mouth with one final thrust.
Carol's eyes widened, feeling as if Loki's hot cum filled her mouth, ass, and pussy all at the same time, setting off another powerful orgasm for her. "UGGGGHHHHH!"
Loki leaned back, feeling Carol's tongue on his cock, licking him clean after she recovered.
"Good girl," he murmured, running his fingers through her hair as she caught her breath.
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