"It seems you've done well in your absence, Loki," Sif said, looking around the lounge as they traveled to Asgard, her eyes lingering on Proxima before moving to Carol sitting beside him.
"What's wrong with your slave?" Sif asked, giving Carol a peculiar look, watching as she fidgeted beside him.
Carol's eyes widened as Sif addressed her situation so casually. Granted, she didn't know the first thing about Asgardian culture, but the way Sif talked about slaves she made it sound commonplace.
Loki chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he pulled Carol onto his lap. "Don't take it personally, Sif. She's still getting used to the idea of nudity."
"Why?" Sif blinked, looking between Carol and Loki, confused. "As far as I can see, she has nothing to be ashamed of. Does she have warts, or some kind of disfigurement we can't see?"
Carol's jaw fell open, not sure if she should be outraged or insulted as Proxima chuckled quietly behind them.
"Nothing like that," Loki smiled with a suggestive wink. "I've inspected her enough times to be sure."
"Well, at least some things never change," Sif replied, crossing her arms as she regarded Loki critically.
"How has Thor been?" Loki asked, changing the subject.
"He'll be fine in a couple of hours," Sif dismissed with a wave of her hand. "He only has a few broken bones. You can ask him yourself."
"I'm not worried about that," Loki dismissed. "I'm much more curious about how things between the two of you came about."
"None of your concern," Sif replied, her tone taking on a harder edge.
"Still don't trust me?" Loki asked, "Even after I saved you from the Grandmaster?"
"Not as far as I can throw you," Sif replied immediately.
Carol looked back and forth between Sif and Loki. Clearly there was a history between them, but her knowledge of Norse mythology was fairly limited, and she'd already seen firsthand that reality didn't always match up with the myths.
"You're still mad about the hair," Loki said matter-of-factly.
"Wouldn't you be?" Sif snapped.
"That was centuries ago Sif," Loki replied with sigh.
"Hair?" Carol asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Yes," Sif replied, sending another glare at Loki. "After a night of drinking, I woke up to find my hair cut short enough to pass for one of the Warriors Three. His idea of a joke, apparently."
"You know, you should thank me for that," Loki shot back.
"What?! Have you gone mad?!" Sif demanded incredulously.
"Thor noticed you after that, didn't he?" Loki pointed out. "Allowed you to train with him. You weren't just the silly girl trying to be the warrior anymore."
"I wasn't trying to be anything," Sif retorted. "And it was after I beat you black and blue that he noticed me."
"You're welcome," Loki replied cheekily.
"…You really are different," Sif replied, shaking her head in disbelief at the profound changes in the man she had known for centuries. "The old you would never have told the truth about something like that."
Carol listened as Loki and Sif moved onto other topics, reminiscing about old times, talking about battles they'd fought, about the warrior's three Sif mentioned earlier, the anger and distrust between them seemingly on the back burner.
It was odd seeing Loki in the company of another Asgardian, she decided, noticing the subtle differences between their own private discussions, and the one playing out now.
There seemed to be some kind of rivalry between them, but also an underlying respect beneath the surface. A camaraderie that could only form while fighting together over many years.
"They're gone, aren't they?" Loki asked quietly, noticing how Sif's stories about the warriors three had turned more flattering as she became reluctant to point out their flaws.
Sif nodded, looking away.
"How?" Loki asked.
"In battle, the way they would have wanted," Sif replied somberly. "But I know not where, or when. The battle was chaos from the start. We were separated. It could have been before the all-father… or after."
"After Thanos left, Hela appeared. We were scattered, disorganized. She tore through our already weakened forces with impunity. Thor and I… We fought back to back for a time, but even together we were no match for her."
"She summoned our dead, made them fight for her. With each warrior that fell, she grew that much stronger. Eventually we found ourselves on what remained of the Rainbow Bridge. We fell, and when we awoke, we found ourselves on Sakaar."
"I know you said there was time… but you didn't see her. She was unstoppable," Sif continued gravely. "I don't know that there will be anyone left when we arrive."
"My mother is alive," Loki revealed. "Imprisoned by Hela. Apparently she still has some love left for her."
"How can you possibly know that?" Sif demanded.
"I saw my father after he died," Loki revealed. "It wasn't truly him anymore, just the last remnants of his magic, but he told me what happened."
"Hela, she draws her magic from Asgard itself, but after the battle with Thanos, and all the destruction… It's dying, and soon won't be able to support our people."
"Ragnarök," Sif breathed.
Loki nodded. "It certainly seems that way, and Hela only hastens its demise by drawing more magic from Asgard. I can transport our people to Midgard," he offered. "Until you and Thor can find someplace better for them."
Sif blinked, unprepared for Loki's offer. "No ultimatums? No bargains?"
Loki shook his head. "They won't follow me, but they will follow Thor, and you."
Sif blinked, looking at Loki in surprise. "…But that's what you've always wanted."
"I will be a king," Loki replied. "It's only a matter of finding the right kingdom."
"Where will you go?" Sif questioned.
"It's a big universe," Loki said with a shrug. "And there are plenty of places ruled by tyrants and despots just waiting to be overthrown."
"What happened to you?" Sif asked, wondering how such a profound change could have happened in the man she thought she knew, and in such a short amount of time.
"It's a long story," Loki replied with a tired sigh, leaning back in his seat.
***
Carol sat on Loki's lap, watching as he, Thor and Sif sat around the table drinking, laughing, and sharing stories, as she reflected on what she had learned over the last few days about Asgardian culture.
Apparently, the three of them were taking part in a wake, mourning those who died, and went on to Valhalla.
She wasn't sure exactly where all their drinks were coming from, but strongly suspected Loki and the Space Stone had more than a little to do with it.
She also learned that when Asgardians drank, they became far more loose-lipped, especially Thor.
He apparently had a girlfriend on Earth, had being the operative word. He met her when Odin banished him to Earth — a Jane something, she couldn't remember her last name.
Thor decided to take Jane as his slave, much in the same way Loki did to her, but according to Sif and Loki he had made a critical mistake, telling her his intentions beforehand, then doing a poor job of explaining it after the fact.
Thor had laughed off their teasing, saying he had no regrets, how it made him realize it was never meant to be, that their cultures were just too different, and that all he would accomplish by taking her was making her miserable.
That was the other thing that surprised her — how casually they all talked about slaves, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She had thought Loki was the exception, but quickly realized it was completely normal for them, even expected in Asgardian culture, something she was still having difficulty reconciling considering they were supposed to be such an advanced race.
"Why do you want slaves at all?" Carol asked, looking between them.
"She finally speaks," Sif replied, cracking a smile. "I was beginning to think you'd turned mute."
Carol glowered at Sif. Of all people, she thought Sif would understand where she was coming from, but if anything she was even worse than Loki and Thor.
"There is nothing wrong with belonging to another," Sif replied. "Besides, you seem to have little issue with it."
"So if someone took you as their slave, that would be fine too?" Carol pressed.
"They can try," Sif replied with a laugh, soon joined by Thor and Loki.
"So you all…" Carol asked, still having trouble reconciling how casually they talked about slavery.
"More than a few over the centuries," Thor replied, taking a sip of his drink with Sif nodding along.
"So, are there male slaves too?" Carol asked, looking between them, only to get a perplexed look from each of them before they all burst into laughter. "What?" She asked, feeling like she's missed something important.
"It's not quite the same, my slave," Loki explained patiently. "There is a practicality in our society you overlook."
"Practicality?" Carol asked incredulously. "That's what you call it?"
"For warriors honor lies in battle," Thor explained, "and dying in battle is the greatest honor a warrior can achieve, but to fall in battle, and live is dishonor, and the only way to claw back that honor is to rise, and fight again."
"A slave can not fight for themselves as they belong to another," Sif continued. "can never be entrusted with arms, nor fit to sire a strong line. To keep a man as a slave is craven," she said, with a hint of disgusted tone. "Better to kill them, and be done with it."
"Then why is it different for women?" Carol asked, feeling lost.
"Women hold value beyond the battlefield," Loki explained. "They are living proof of conquest, of victories that can not be denied. A mark of prestige, and most importantly, a way to extend a warrior's line, and incorporate the strength of their fallen foes into their bloodline."
Carol paused, digesting what she had been told. As much as she hated to admit it, it made sense from the perspective of a warrior culture, at least.
"What about you?" Carol asked, looking at Sif. "You can't extend your line with slaves, so why do it?"
"True," Sif smirked, "but they do satisfy certain urges that battle can not."
Carol felt silent again, not sure what to say as she digested what Sif told her.
"There is one more thing about slaves you should know," Sif added, this time, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "While warriors never share their slaves with other men, it is not the same for women."
Loki chuckled lightly, seeing what Sif was hinting at as they shared a look. It did not surprise him that there was a certain amount of interest Sif had for Carol. She had after all taken more than her fair share of maidens over the centuries.
He wasn't certain where the desire came from exactly. She was both a warrior and a women, a rarity in Asgardian culture. Perhaps away to display her prowess, prove that she was worthy of her title, or even something as simple as enjoying the company of women.
In all their years fighting together, Thor was the only man she seemed to show any interest in.
"You may sample, but not partake," Loki said, passing Carol over from his lap over to Sif.
"What?!" Carol shouted, alarmed as she found herself on Sif's lap.
Sif laughed out loud at the look of outrage on Carol's face as she wrapped her arm around her waist, pinning her to her lap. "That, Loki, is almost enough for me to forgive you for my hair."
"Let me go," Carol demanded, trying to break Sif's grip, as she wriggled in her lap, prying at her fingers, but just like with Loki, she was nowhere near strong enough to free herself.
Sif ignored her, using her free hand to fondle her breast, enjoying the feel of the slave writhing in her lap. 'It really has been too long since I've had a slave' she thought, feeling that familiar urge to bed a nubile slave of her own.
"Almost?" Loki asked, amused. "I should think this more than makes us even."
"She is a beautiful slave, I'll grant you," Sif replied, giving the struggling slave's nipple a sharp pinch so she would cease her struggles, "but sampling and partaking are two different things, as you well know."
Carol let out a yelp, rubbing her sore nipple when Sif finally released it. Looking at Loki, she knew she would get no help from him. Proxima, leaning against the wall, glared at Sif territorially, but would be of no help either, not unless Loki allowed it.
'Some bodyguard she turned out to be,' she thought petulantly, realizing she was on her own.
She could also see the amusement dancing in Sif's eyes, and knew she wasn't done teasing her.
She ignored her, schooling her features, refusing to give her the satisfaction of reacting, which Sif unfortunately seemed to take as a challenge.
She stared forward as she felt Sif's fingers lightly trailing down her chest, over her stomach, even circling her navel before dipping lower.
She bit her lip, her eyes widening as Sif's hand moved between her thighs, cupping her cunt, just the way Loki did. Her eyes widened, reflexively clamping her thighs around Sif's hand as she felt the other woman's fingertip trail along her folds, clearly knowing her way around the female form.
She bit her lip hard to stop herself from moaning; her plan to sit there stoically in shambles after just a few moments of Sif's attention.
Her eyes met Loki's pleadingly, silently begging him to put a stop to Sif's teasing, which he ignored completely.
"Oh, a challenge," Sif smiled, rubbing her palm against the slave's slick cunt, seeing how she reacted when she met her master's eyes.
She had taken many maidens who were not strictly attracted to women, many of whom changed their tune after she had her way with them, but Carol presented a unique challenge.
Her attraction was to her master, whether or not she was ready to admit that. Even now, it was thoughts of her master that danced in her head, even as she played with her cunt.
She knew she could make the little slave cum, but the real question was, could she expand her desires beyond just her master?
Carol's breath caught in her throat as Sif unexpectedly pressed a finger into her slick cunt, circling it slowly inside her.
"How does that feel, slave?" Sif teased, her lips quirked into a smile as she leaned in closer, nipping at her ear.
Carol clamped her jaw tight, refusing to give in, her face flushed as she suddenly became the center of attention.
She knew Thor and Sif were in a relationship, and hoped desperately that he would intervene, but with each passing second it felt less and less likely.
Sif flicked Carol's clit, letting out a throaty laugh when the slave gasped. "It's a pity," she said, her voice turning sensual. "You make such beautiful sounds, with the right motivation of course."
"Why keep them to yourself?" She continued, placing a feather-light kiss on her neck. "One moan is all I ask. Surely that is not too much," she added, placing another kiss on Carol's neck, smiling when she felt the slave stiffen, trying to hold it in.
"Look at your master, girl," she added, sawing her finger in and out of Carol's slick cunt. "If not for me, then surely you can for him… tell me, how many times has he taken you? How many times have you cum for him?"
Carol screwed her eyes shut, hating how good at this Sif was, not as good as Loki, but a very close second, and her expertise with the female form shone through with each of her movements. Then, to make things even more complicated, she brought Loki into it.
"That's it…" Sif breathed, truly enjoying the challenge of prying another sultry moan from the slave's lips. Her stubborn nature at war with her obvious arousal making it that much more entertaining for her.
She hadn't enjoyed herself with a woman this much in decades.
Carol couldn't contain herself anymore, it was all too much, staring into Loki's eyes as Sif pleasured her, imagining herself with him as she felt Sif's surprisingly nimble, and delicate fingers moving inside her, and before she knew it, she let out a strangled moan.
Sif let out a delighted laugh at her victory. Loki's slave was ripe for the plucking, at the absolute height of her arousal. It was a pity that Loki wouldn't let her go any further with his slave, but she would make the most out of sampling her, besides, the night was still young with plenty of time to change his mind.
She repositioned the slave on her lap so that Carol was straddling her thigh, then bounced her on her lap, grinding her thigh into the slave's pussy each time.
Carol's eyes widened as she felt Sif's naked thigh against her cunt as the other woman steadily worked her into a frenzy, hating how readily her body betrayed her, her face flushing as her arousal dripped onto the Asgardian's thigh.
She looked at Loki, then Thor, both of them clearly enjoying what they were witnessing as they stared at her with amused and aroused expressions.
Sif cupped Carol's breast, kneading it slowly as she continued to bounce the slave on her thigh, leaning in to trace her tongue along her neck.
Carol let out another groan, her control crumbling fast, as she heard Sif's throaty chuckle, clearing enjoying the effect she had on her.
She sent a withering glare at Loki, blaming him entirely for this. It was him that pushed past every boundary she had, introduced, and then taught her to crave things she would never even considered doing before.
"Yes," Sif breathed, "look at your master, little slave. This is what he wants — to see you like this, at the very edge of your release, at the height of your beauty."
Carol groaned, her pleasure spiking as she met Loki's eyes, hating the fact that Sif was going to make her cum, and to make matters worse it would be in front of all of them.
How could she live it down? Not only was she the only one of them without a stitch of clothing on, but to be made to cum like this, in front of all of them? To have such an intimate moment on full display for all of them to see?
Loki was turning her into an exhibitionist, and worse, there was nothing she could do to stop him.
"Careful, Sif," Loki smirked, taking a sip of his drink, surprising Carol as he came to her defense. "A sample only, remember?"
Sif shot Loki a confident grin, promising herself she would change Loki's mind somehow. His slave was just too delightful not to indulge herself with.
"If you insist," she replied with a laugh, turning Carol around on her lap so they were facing each other this time.
Carol yelped as she found herself turned around, her face less than an inch apart from Sif's, and with both her wrists pinned behind her back, held in one of Sif's deceptively delicate hands.
"Now, little slave," Sif continued. "Show me how you kiss your master, she said, extending her tongue."
Carol looked at Sif, shocked at her audacity, not even sure how to respond to her, wondering just how far Loki would allow her to go.
"Master," she said, turning her head, hoping Loki would come to her aid again.
Loki looked back at Carol, a smirk playing on his lips. "Now, Carol, don't be rude," he responded. "Sif did ask you nicely."
Carol fumed, not even bothering to ask Thor to intervene, the wide grin on his face already speaking volumes.
"Well?" Sif teased. "I'm waiting, little slave."
Carol glowered at Sif. She thought Loki was the exception, but realized now they were all like this. Their whole lives seemed to revolve around battle, and sex, and unfortunately for her, she was the star attraction.
Sif looked back at her expectantly, extending her tongue again, her eyes dancing with mirth.
Carol tried again to wriggle out of Sif's lap, but couldn't escape her grip, no matter how hard she tried.
Sif chuckled, using her free hand to land a light slap on the slave's ass, not enough to hurt, but enough to send a clear message.
Carol grunted, looking away as she considered her options, what few she had in the sexually charged company of the three Asgardians. She wouldn't put it past Loki to put her over his knee and spank her in front of them, or worse, allow Sif to do it.
'And that would be the ultimate humiliation,' she thought sardonically. Sif would get her way, she knew that already, but spanking her on top of everything else? That was at least something she could avoid… she hoped.
She leaned forward, seething at the satisfied smirk on Sif's face as she parted her lips, taking the other woman's tongue into her mouth, realizing a second later that not only was it the first time she kissed a woman but also an alien one.
She felt Sif's tongue explore her mouth, the softness of her lips against hers, not surprised at all that she was good at this as well. It wasn't the same as Loki, more delicate, more teasing, but pleasant in its own way.
She closed her eyes, hoping that it would feel less awkward if she didn't have to look at the woman holding her captive, but if anything it only made things worse, further heightening the difference between Sif and Loki's technique.
She felt Sif's hand in her hair, pulling her closer as she took the lead, kissing her more passionately as she learned more than she ever wanted to know about how Sif had bedded as many women as she claimed.
It felt so strange, sitting on the woman's lap, kissing her as her own — she stopped her train of thought, unwilling to refer to Loki as her master in her own mind.
She couldn't understand what Loki's fascination was with seeing her with other women, as this had hardly been the first time. First there was Lyria, then making her imagine herself with Minn-Erva, then letting Proxima tongue her ass.
She had expected him to be territorial, possessive, but it didn't seem to apply to women, and from Thor's reaction it seemed like it was very much the norm of their culture.
She felt Sif release her wrists, but didn't see any point in pulling away, not when Sif could easily overpower her again, but she did stiffen when she felt Sif grip the base of her plug, clamping down on it tightly, shocked by Sif's boldness.
She grunted as Sif spanked her, harder than the last time, less teasing, but still not enough to sting, her hand returning to her plug a moment later.
She could hear Loki and Thor talking in the background, but couldn't seem to focus on what they were saying as Sif gave her plug a turn, the dimples on the base sending a shock of pleasure coursing through her.
She placed her hands on Sif's shoulders, balancing herself on her captor's lap as Sif deepened the kiss, continuing to pull and twist her plug inside her.
Her eyes shot open a moment later when Sif switched to pumping her plug inside her, drawing it out until just the tip was inside her ass before pushing it back in again.
'That has to be more than sampling, or whatever Loki called it,' Carol thought, waiting for Loki to intervene again, and hopefully put a stop to all this, but as the seconds ticked by and Sif continued to kiss and fondle her, she accepted reality.
She wouldn't be getting any more help from Loki, what little he was willing to give.
She moaned into Sif's mouth as the Asgardian woman's tongue explored her mouth, pumping her plug inside her ass, hating that Sif was actually making her enjoy this.
At first glance, she hadn't really considered Sif to be a seductress, but she was clearly skilled at what she was doing, and despite her best efforts, she felt herself melting into the other woman's arms, her arousal becoming harder, and harder to rationalize away.
She gasped when Sif fully removed her plug, feeling the cool air on her gaping asshole, and the uncomfortable feeling of emptiness without it, but when she felt Sif's finger circle the rim of her ass, her eyes flew open again as she pushed away from her captor, just as Sif pushed a finger into her ass.
Sif looked at the slave questioningly. "Something wrong, little slave?" she asked, genuinely curious about her shocked reaction.
Carol renewed her struggles, trying to pull free as she strained against Sif's grip. "Take it out," she demanded.
Sif responded by curling her finger, hooking it inside her ass instead. "Now, why would I do that?" She asked in a teasing voice. "It feels so nice and tight, the perfect place to sample next."
Carol growled, continuing to struggle. "I said take it out!"
Sif let an amused giggle. "Why, little slave? It's just a finger in your bottom, nothing to get so worked up about."
Carol glared at Sif in outrage, struggling to find the words. Sif had taken so many liberties with her already, fingering her pussy, making her kiss her, but this felt like a step too far.
She didn't understand the exact reason it bothered her as much as it did. Loki fingering her ass was a regular occurrence; she had even grown to enjoy the feel of him inside her, and Sif wasn't even the first woman to play with her ass, but she was the first to do so without Loki specifically allowing her to.
In that moment it crystallized in her mind why the distinction mattered. When Loki allowed it, she was submitting to his will, but that wasn't the case with Sif, and there was no other way to see it.
The Asgardian woman was dominating her, and worse still, she treated it like it was a game, and that was what truly infuriated her, feeling helpless to stop it.
There was no way for her to overpower Sif, no way for her to fight back, or turn the tables on her so she could wrestle back even a modicum of control.
She watched Sif's lips curl into a smirk. It wasn't cruel, which only infuriated her more. If anything, it was playful, as if she'd found another game to play with her.
That was when she felt it, Sif pushing a second finger into her ass, slicked with her own arousal. It slowly slid inside her, despite her best efforts to keep her out.
Sif released Carol's hair, sliding her now free hand down her side until it was resting on the slave's hip, letting out an amused chuckle as the slave attempted to escape her probing fingers the moment she did, planting her feet on the ground and raising her hips.
Knowing just what to do, she gripped Carol's collar, preventing her from standing up fully, forcing her to stand there with her knees bent as she held two fingers to her rosebud.
Carol groaned, feeling the tips of Sif's fingers on her asshole as she was forced to stare into the amused eyes of her captor, feeling the strain in her thighs as she held her position.
Sif's eyes danced with mischief as she waited for the inevitable, joining in on Thor and Loki's conversation as they reminisced about some of their more raucous exploits with the Warriors Three.
Carol groaned, her thighs shaking as she struggled to hold on as Loki, Thor, and Sif talked and laughed, ignoring her, even though Sif's grip on her collar didn't loosen, even in the slightest.
She didn't know how much time passed, but as her thighs burned, she slowly sank onto Sif's fingers, catching the woman smirk at her with a satisfied expression as she impaled herself on her fingers.
She groaned, struggling even harder to hold on as she felt half the length of Sif's fingers in her ass already, but with her thighs burning, and her legs shaking, she was loosing ground quickly, and they both knew it.
After a while she felt Sif release her collar, but at that point she didn't have the strength in her legs to stand up fully anymore, and could only hold herself there as she gradually sank deeper onto the Asgardian's fingers.
When their eyes met, she was surprised to see Sif's eyes had softened, but still made no move to remove her fingers, instead, running her fingers through her hair, almost soothingly.
That was when she felt the last of her strength leave her, and with a soft grunt she impaled herself fully on Sif's probing fingers, resting her chin on the Asgardian's shoulder as Sif continued to run her fingers through her hair.
Carol sighed deeply. She had lost. In the end, it was inevitable. Sif held every advantage, while she had none, but it didn't blunt the sting of loss, knowing she had been no match for the other women.
***
Carol leaned against Loki's chest, watching as Sif, Thor, and Loki played a card game. She didn't understand the rules exactly.
The cards were written in the Asgardian language, which made it a little difficult to follow, but she was glad she was no longer the center of attention.
As far as she could tell, Loki looked like he was winning, but Thor didn't seem to be too far behind, and from the expression on her face, Sif was very obviously losing.
Regardless, their conversation continued as they played, talking about stories from their youth, and the various adventures they had been on together, and on their own as they continued to drink late into the night.
"Ugggh!" Sif grunted, throwing her cards on the table in frustration as she lost another hand as Thor and Loki laughed.
Carol smirked as Sif lost again, but quickly looked away when Sif looked back at her, eyebrow raised.
"Something amusing, little slave?" Sif drawled.
Carol shook her head, pressing herself closer to Loki, knowing that she was playing with fire as Sif made no secret about what she wanted to do with her, making more than a few offers to Loki already, which to her relief he refused.
"Well, you can hardly blame her," Thor chuckled. "You are skilled in many things, my love, but cards is not one of them."
Carol breathed a sigh of relief as Sif turned her attention to Thor.
"Hmm," Sif replied, amused, despite her loss. "Perhaps it's because I'm having trouble concentrating," she said, winking at Carol as she got an idea.
She stood up, surprising them all as she bent over the table, lifting up her battle dress and wiggling her ass. "Thor? If you would?"
Thor didn't have to be told twice as he quickly stood, throwing down his cards, the game forgotten as he freed his cock, lining it up with Sif's cunt, and piercing her with a single thrust.
Sif let out a loud moan, arching her back. "Gods Thor, just like that," she breathed as he fucked her.
Carol watched in shock as Thor grabbed Sif's hips, slamming his cock into her pussy with hard thrusts, his thighs clapping loudly against her ass as she writhed on the table.
Loki smirked, determined not to let Thor have all the fun as he placed Carol on the table, in the same position as Sif, pushing her legs apart.
Carol yelped, suddenly finding herself inches apart from Sif's smirking face as Loki pushed his cock inside her with long, hard strokes.
She groaned low in her throat as she felt Loki's hands on her hips, holding her tight as he fucked her from behind, getting another shock when Sif reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she crushed their lips together.
"MMPPH," she grunted, her eyes going wide as the Sif pushed her tongue inside her mouth, kissing her hard.
She pressed her hands against Sif's shoulders, instinctively trying to push her away, but Sif just took the opportunity to grab her breast, kneading it as she deepened the kiss.
Carol groaned into Sif's mouth as Loki hit just the right spot, feeling light-headed as her pleasure spiked, his cock pistoning inside her slick pussy.
Her hands fell back to the table when Sif tightened her grip on her hair, realizing how useless it was to try to overpower the Asgardian woman, kissing her back reluctantly.
She didn't know how long she lay there bent over the table, kissing Sif as Loki took her from behind, but when Sif finally broke their kiss, it left her gasping for breath.
Sif let out a low moan as she felt Thor's cock throbbing inside her needy cunt, feeling ever more aroused as she watched the slave writhe in pleasure in front of her.
She reached forward again, grabbing Carol's breasts in her hand, kneading them until her nipples stood erect, then leaned down, taking one of them in her mouth, sucking it.
Carol let out a keening moan as Sif sucked and nipped at her breasts, arching her back as the new sensation nearly sent her over the edge.
No one had ever sucked her nipples before, and the combination of deep pleasure mixed with the slight sting of Sif's teeth was something she was completely unprepared for, and when she switched to her other nipple, it sent another shockwave of pleasure through her.
This time she couldn't hold it back as the combined sensation of Sif sucking her nipples, and Loki relentlessly fucking her from behind sent her over the edge as she screamed out her release. "UGGGGHHHH!"
Sif moaned, thoroughly enjoying the up-close and personal view of Loki's slave as she came, feeling her own orgasm approaching quickly.
After playing with Loki's slave for as long as she did, her pussy had been aching for a hard cock, leaving her hot and bothered for most of the night.
She arched her back, thrusting her hips back to meet Thor's thrusts, as she quickly fell into rhythm with him, eager for her own orgasm.
Carol let out a keening moan as Loki picked up the pace again, not even giving her a moment to recover as he fucked her through her orgasm.
She pushed her hair out of her face, her eyes meeting Sif's as she screamed a moment later as she came, but to her shock Sif didn't even pause, continuing to thrust her hips back meeting Thor's, making her wonder just how long the two Asgardians could go on for.
Sif smirked, winking at the slave as she kneaded her own breasts until her nipples hardened, then gripped the slave's hair, guiding her lips to her nipple.
Carol grunted as she felt Sif's breast press into her face and knew what she wanted. She considered denying her, but Sif, if anything, was persistent, and when she tightened her grip on her hair almost painfully, she knew she couldn't disobey her.
She parted her lips, sucking on the Asgardian's nipple, another first for her in an ever-growing list of firsts in the woman's company, feeling Sif's grip on her hair loosen, but not release her entirely.
"That's it, little slave," Sif moaned, "harder. I want to feel your tongue on my nipple she ordered."
Carol moaned, following Sif's instructions as Loki hooked his thumb into her ass, adding another layer of pleasure to the heady feelings she was experiencing.
She squeezed her ass around his thumb as she felt his engorged cock throb inside her slick pussy as she continued to suck on Sif's nipple.
Thor let out a loud grunt as he came, unable to hold himself back any longer, the sight of Sif, and Loki's slave together too much for him.
He leaned back in his chair, pulling Sif onto his lap as he did, and after taking only a moment to reposition herself, Sif bounced on his lap, taking his full length in her needy cunt.
Carol let out a throaty groan as Loki pinched her clit, watching as Sif straddled Thor, kneading her breasts as she rose, until just the tip of his cock was inside her before sinking back down, taking his full length inside her again as Thor gripped her hips thrusting upwards to claim her pussy.
Loki leaned over his slave, grabbing her breasts as he thrust inside her one last time before he came, sending her over the edge at the same time.
Carol's breath came out in short gasps as she felt Loki's weight pressing against her, her release dripping down her thighs as she watched the undeniably erotic sight of Thor and Sif coming together.
As Loki pulled her back, settling her into his lap, his engorged cock still buried inside her, she caught the look in Sif's eye as she winked at her, sitting in Thor's lap, a mirror image of her own position.
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