Kikster606

@lokisgoodgirl

🔞 Like a Queen Just a dirty, praise-filled railing. 🔞 Almost Dawn Loki tries to sneak into bed. Short, sweet, smutty.

@lokileaf

🔞 I'll Take Care of It reader is slightly jealous and insecure because Loki already had many people in bed and they don't

@late-to-the-party-81

🔞 double, no trouble ✪ Loki always knows what you need, even when you don’t.

@writingfics-passingtime

🔞 Empty Threats stranded in a one-room safe house overnight with Loki, you learn the consequences of teasing him.

@violetflowerswrites

🔞 It's Always Been You Loki has been in love with his childhood best friend for years. She, on the hand, has never seen him as more than a brotherly type. How will he react when the love of his life shows up in the middle of the night, in his bedroom, professing her desire for him at long last?

@flowersforbucky

🔞 everglow ✪ I thought gods don't plead?"

@cleo-fox

Rating: R (Dark Elements!)

Note: the wonderful @darknessawaits28 had helped me RP a handful of the chapters to help solidify a skeleton for this piece and i couldn't be more happier of how it turned out!!! Thank you my love!!

Theme Song: ALWAYS BEEN YOU by Chris Grey

Your hands flinched away from the rag as your scrubbing motion seemed to disagree against one of your hand’s soft spots. You supposed even after three years of this type of labor, you couldn't quite get rid of your signs of upbringing, being a royal and all..

Royal. 

You huffed at the very thought of it and tried to push the very memories away from bombarding your focused duties. Although being a servant amongst Asgard’s palace wasn't necessarily a treat, it had to be way better than the fate that has been bestowed upon you as Princess. 

Whoever thought of arranged marriages clearly had no respect for themselves. 

In all honesty, you were surprised your parents hadn't found you. There was no doubt that they would have looked- you were their only heir after all and their only option for taking upon the throne if your father were to pass.. But of course you wouldn't have been taking it alone. One look at their chosen stud already began formulating your plan to escape. 

Prince Del was the name- if you could even call that a name for a prince, let alone a future king. He was handsome, yes, but upon your first session in hopes to begin courting, you had already figured out the marriage would have been even less than tolerating. He was rude, selfish, a know-it all- and a womanizer. Even as you sat before him in your finest dress, jewels and hair done- he had wandering eyes for any female that passed- servants and all. 

That was years ago.. Three to be exact and you’d rather scrub this floor everyday than live a lifetime being married to one who would bring your realm to shame while there being nothing you could do about it. At least with you gone, your home would be safe and continuously ruled by your father- the only one capable of doing a proper job of things and although he’s trained you well to do the same in his footsteps.. 

There was no way in Hel you’d do it being married to an idiot. 

Was it selfish? Leaving your home and its responsibilities just because you didn't want to be saddled to an oaf? No.. by leaving, you were keeping your home safe.. And you were sure your parents would figure out something before their time would come.. You were willing to bet they were still searching for you, not willing to take on anyone else in your place- preserving the royal line- but it was strange for there being no signs of them showing up here or news.. 

After year two, you stopped being paranoid that you’d be snatched from here and gradually accepted the fact that you were now Asgardian. Well.. not exactly. Your species passed off as one, but your perfume had to mask your scent so they wouldn't detect that you were of another species. They were animalistic like that.. 

Shaking your head, you began scrubbing much harder and faster in hopes to distract yourself from the imposing memories.. Though the gods could be very cruel when they got involved and sent you in that moment the one distraction you didn't want.

His slow footsteps became recognizable without you having to so much as turn around anymore while those eyes felt like they were burning holes in the back of your head- roaming lustfully over the rest of you after because.. Well- he could.

Loki.

His pace indicated one not wanting to be bothered yet still held the grace of a royal. Second prince of Asgard, to be exact, who’s cape flowed behind him and the horned crowd framed his brow as it indicated a position of power.

Power.. Power wasn't enough.. He needed a throne, and he was running out of time.

Thor was currently gone on mission, granting him time to think of how to keep him gone while also figuring out how to gain the first position in line for the throne. 

Options were thin at the moment..

What normally would ease his mind was teasing his favorite little servant, where you stayed diligent in your work and seemed to work harder than those having been here far longer. That is, unless he was distracting you from your duties for his sere amusement but thus far with the troubles he’s been dealing with in his dilemma, his antics have gotten a bit crueler. 

He couldn't bring himself to pity you though, not even as you flinched your hand away again and held it to your chest with undoubtedly another cut. He paid it no thought, but found it strange how you hadn't gotten a complete handle on going about things without some type of injury- as subtle as you tried to make it seem but.. After all these years of repetitive work, it was almost as if you weren't built completely for this job. 

Yet here you remained and here you would stay. After all, it only fed more reason to bother you while he seemed to mock pout where he stood behind.

‘’And here I'd expect these tiles to be clean by now. Come now Y/N, is it still that difficult to get a knack for things within the generous time you’ve been given here?”

You held back an exhale of frustrations while you sat on your heels, not necessarily wanting to continue being on your hands and knees when the prince was standing quite close behind you. You had no idea why he had felt the need to take his frustrations out on you all this time- let alone making you a target to rid of his boredom. Not that you’d wish anyone any hardships but you hardly found him bothering the others. Why you?

‘’My apologies my prince,’’ you started, turning to look at him over your shoulder but the dirt he tracked in from his boots- leaving a hard to miss trail behind him made your response change to something with hidden bitterness. ‘’The floor just keeps getting dirty.’’ 

Loki rolled his eyes as if it were a dumb excuse, knowing fully well what had appeared behind him that you eyed painfully. ‘’See to it that it gets finished before the afternoon meal. I’d hate for you to have to tend to cleaning my boots because of your unreliable timing.’’ though, cleaning his boots didn't seem displeasing to him..

‘’I will have it finished.’’ you gave him a low bow, biting back many choice words while you unclench your fists from your dress- a habit you hardly noticed you did until the first sounds of fabric ripping. ‘’Will that be all?”

You left the question as a means to wrap this up, figuring a long time ago it was better to go along with his antics rather than give him the reaction he was searching for. He got off on it and quite frankly, you were in no position to speak back to him. Talking back to a royal, stepping out of line by any means, was punishable. If only he knew who you truly were, you would have loved getting up in his face and even tipping the bucket of water on those damn boots who were to blame. Instead, you stood still, expressionless and waiting for him to hopefully make his leave.

By watching you bow, Loki got a sense of gratification- knowing that no matter what he did, you’ll always be his perfect little play thing, obedient to his mischief until he finally broke you. Oftentimes he would get you there- nothing punishable severely, but enough to add on your already frustrated demeanor. It was almost as if.. Someone else was having a worse day, his ultimately seemed better. 

‘’Make yourself more presentable. We have standards in the palace, and i will not have you looking like we just take anyone in off the streets.’’ he said sharply, tapping a finger on his cheek to indicate the dirt that had barely gotten onto your face while strolling past you, using his other hand close to his face to send a flicker of magic to tip over the bucket of water. 

You yelped and instantly stood up, already feeling the water seep into your dress while trying to rub at your cheek with your sleeve. Your heart pounded, anger twisting in your chest while you tried to remain in control but you couldn't help but shoot the glare towards the sauntering prince who smirked at you over his shoulder.

‘’My apologies darling, it would seem my magic has been.. Misbehaving lately.’’ he dramatically sighed as if he couldn't help it before he continued off, leaving you to clean up his mess.

You muttered under your breath as you wiped your cheek as best you could, blindly before squeezing out the skirts of your dress. At this point, you’d have to start over to get his footprints but also the now dirty water that began spreading amongst the floor. 

‘’If he can’t even treat his people right in the position he has now, then norns help us if he does become king..’’ 

~

‘’Here, let me help you with that- I've finished most of my chores early,’’ Delilah offered, scampering to catch up while you carried the empty bucket of water down the dirt path to fill it up at the water pump.

You couldn't help but smile yet shook your head in dismay. Delilah was another servant amongst the palace, and a dear friend who strived to take care of you against Loki’s wrath as you did to her- as less harsh as he was to the others. 

‘’I appreciate it my friend but something tells me he’s got an eye out on this particular assignment so it’s safer i see it through to the end.’’

Delilah groaned and walked besides you anyway with the shake of her head. ‘’It’s not fair.. why is he so much crueler to you? Gods if only we could speak to All Mother-’’

‘’You know this is normal treatment from the royals, and Loki would just weasel his way from the truth to make it seem like his actions were merely a jest or something,’’ you shook your head, keeping your voice low while you looked at her seriously. ‘’Though I would heed what you say about the prince, we’re not too sure of his powers and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you were punished just by trying to reassure me.. He’s troubled but i think he just needs proper guidance..’’ 

Your eyes glanced over your shoulder towards the palace, exhaling deeply at the mere thought and shook off your own memories of what royal stresses could make you unintentionally do towards others. ‘’..Though it's probably hard to do when the All Father has two sons to take care of and the realms..’’

‘’You need not defend him Y/N, he already has his mother to do that,’’ Delilah teased with her voice low, pulling a smile out of you that nearly had you cover your mouth.

‘’Hush Delilah and let me work,’’ you giggled and finally set the bucket down upon reaching the water pump. 

It was an older model, probably kept to keep the servants humble and working where you’d have to constantly pump the lever until water spilled out- filling the trough below. Then, you’d dunk the bucket into the trough and fill it up. It would be easy if there wasn't so much upper body strength involved- something you always had a hard time maintaining and wished you could ask your friend for help if the risks were not too high.

‘’By the way, you're going to have to pump the lever a little slower this time. Whoever used it last, must have done something to mess it up.’’ Delilah shook her head with the roll of her eyes. ‘’It was probably that foolish stable boy.’’

‘’Oh leave him alone, he’s new.’’ you laugh before moving over to the level, stretching your limbs before you would begin. ‘’See you at the evening festival?”

Delilah laughed and crossed her arms. ‘’You make it seem like we are there to enjoy ourselves rather than work.’’

‘’Perhaps one day,’’ you shrugged, offering empty hopes but the dreams are what helped the two of you keep a peaceful mind. It would be fun one day just to feast, drink and dance.

‘’Right.’’ Delilah laughed sarcastically before offering a goodbye wave and scurried off to head towards the kitchens.

Your demeanor slowly changed from cheerful, to determination while you wrung out your hands to prepare yourself for the bullshit you were forced to do because a certain someone decided to dump your bucket. Grasping the lever firmly, you raised it up- the height having your hands stop right at your chest, before you pushed it down with effort, bending down enough where you were generously leaning forward before you were quick to raise yourself back up. 

Up and down, up and down, the slow work managed to be getting a few drops in while you seemed to sweat much faster. What helped you cope was mumbling to yourself with choice curses towards the prince of Asgard and how one day perhaps the gods will give him what was coming to him. 

Just as you began to watch the promising, slow flow of the water begin to spill out, remaining in your bent position to catch your breath, the feeling of two slender hands could be felt ghosting right over your hips, threatening to grasp.

You jumped so hard you nearly rammed your abdomen with the lever and spun around, wide eyed and shocked while the prince himself stood standing before you, clearly amused of your reaction he dared to have caused.

He just touched you!?

‘’My my, what a particular position you’ve chosen for yourself darling, are you perhaps trying to persuade the men around here to help you with that?” he smirked, looking upon you like you were some scared virgin while you glanced at your progress dripping away to a stop. 

‘’I need no help, i am fully capable of doing it myself.’’ you ground out, your hands clutching at your dress nervously while you could still practically feel his hands ghost against your hips. 

‘’Then why are you stopping?” he mocked, hands clasped behind his back as if to prove he had done nothing wrong but stand there and stood there he shall, making no effort to move away from his current position where your backside would practically pressing up against him if you were to bend again.

‘’I’m making sure you aren't in need of assistance with your presence here,’’ you said carefully, red cheeked but trying not to glare at him while you subtly demanded what he wanted.

Loki looked over the trough as if he were inspecting it before looking over you from head to toe with the shake of his head and a smirk hidden behind his intentions. ‘’Nope, no assistance. Just enjoying the lovely.. Lovely.. Outdoors today. Carry on.’’ his voice grew seductive at his hints, making your cheeks redden much more while you hesitated where he stood.

He had been cruel to you before, but never before dared touch you. It wasn't uncommon, you’ve seen him at play with the others amongst the palace who were more than willing to go along with him- often crying after- but you had never been set in his sights to be laid a finger upon. 

Until now..

Clearly he wasn't going to move, and there wasn't necessarily a better angle to get into to get this damn water that was already difficult to retrieve, so you straightened yourself, jaw tense and he could see every ounce of hatred radiating off of your body while you slowly moved back in front of him. You hated giving him the reaction that he was looking for, but what were you supposed to do? If you didn't react, he might think this behavior was okay. If you reacted with anything other than hatred- gods forbid he would think you were liking this. 

Your hands wrapped around the lever with so much tightness, you were almost picturing it being his throat while you could hear the low chuckle from behind you. Drawing in a breath, you kept your eyes forward and pushed down the lever, your body following down before you’d snap yourself up as quickly as you could.

The worst part was, you couldn't hear him anymore- and you weren't going to look over your shoulder to check because all kinds of emotions were running through you right now. Your cheeks were a permanent shade of red by now and you knew you couldn't move too fast or the water would never come out- curse that stable boy. 

After pumping for a solid thirty seconds, you finally felt those slender hands return to your hips, this time adding more pressure where there was no doubt he was there. 

‘’Mm one would think that you are doing this on purpose..’’ Loki said seductively, almost sounding like he was right at your ear but all you felt was his hands on your hips. ‘’Are you trying to seduce the second prince of Asgard? Ensure your stay here? Earn some type of benefits hmm? Perhaps thinking you’re better than everyone else?” 

Your hands clenched harder while you white knuckled the lever, pulling it up with such haste, it was almost startling. ‘’I’m trying to do no such thing-’’

‘’Are you a virgin Y/N? You get startled like one but something tells me you’ve got better skills elsewhere than what you’ve been hired to do..’’

He cut your rebuttal out of your mouth when those hands pulled you back but an inch before you felt something large, something hard pressed up right against your behind. 

Heat ran all over your body before you wretched yourself out of his grip and whipped around to face him, hands- by the mercy- staying at your side to keep from punching him while your mouth ran free.

‘’Pig-!”

‘’Excuse m-!”

‘’Loki!” Frigga’s voice rang out where both of you simultaneously turned to watch as the All Mother came smiling with her handmaid’s at her heels. ‘’I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

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How slow they came, their horses at a mere trot. Their white flags with red crosses waving in the wind. Everyone crowded before them. One officer dragged forward your father, the Governor, and forced him to kneel. 

You stood nearby, your mother hugging her arms around you, to shield you, protect you. You could hear the faint, worried murmurs of the crowd all about you. Wondering what would happen. You heard the king of England was making a conquest of France, but how distant it all seemed until he was here. 

You looked up at the king in front and center on his white horse. You had never looked at a king before.

You could not deny he was a handsome man. Young, but not boyish. Virile. He was tall and lean, with auburn-blonde curls and a short, cropped beard. High cheekbones. The most piercing blue eyes you have ever seen. And bedecked in his armor, one would think him a knight from a story. Except for the crown.

“Do you understand what happens when an army goes through and sacks a city, governor? What will happen if you do not let us through?” He asked. 

There was silence from your father.

The king then spoke, his voice rising.

“Houses will be destroyed, lives will be taken. We will pull your old men by their beards. Your daughters will shriek when they are handed to soldiers. Hungry for their viriginities. Your infants we will set on spikes as their mothers scream. That is what will happen.”

You heard sounds of worry and shock from the crowd. Mothers looked down at their children. 

The king looked over. He noticed you. You felt your eyes on him. Growing warm in your face, you lowered your eyes in timidness. Not daring to glare at a king. 

 It felt like one was at the edge of a cliff and dreading the gust of wind that would fall. One word from the king would release chaos and horrors of all unspeakable kinds. Upon your family. And you. 

“But…all this we will avoid, on two conditions…” the king announced. His voice softened.

“Two?” asked your father.

“One, that you let us pass….” began the king.

“And the second?” asked your father. 

The king’s eyes fell on you again. 

“Who is this woman?” he asked.

“My daughter.”

The king paused a moment before he spoke. 

“You offer your daughter to me for the night.”

You felt your heart race. Your stomach began churning. Already, you were trembling all over your limbs. No, you thought, no, no, no, no…

Your mother pulled you in tighter.

“She will not be yours!” she blurted.

The king silenced her with a look.

“You will let us pass. And your daughter will be in my bed. Or I will set my soldiers upon the town,” repeated the king. 

But…what choice did you have? If you refused, if your father refused…then how many more women would be raped? How many lives lost or ruined?

“My…my daughter’s honor…” muttered your father, still on his knees.

“Will be compensated, with a wealthy dowry,” assured the king. He nodded at one officer beside him, who pulled out a bag of coins.

“She is not a whore! My daughter is worth more than any of your gold can buy!” your father spat back.

Pulling out of your mother's arms, heart racing, you stepped forward. You walked over and kneeled next to your father.

“Mon pere…let it happen,” you whispered. 

Father looked at you, his jaw dropped.

“Tell the king you accept,” you assured him. “I will go to him. It’s only one night, and it will be over. I’ll have a dowry worth more than the one saved up for me. Afterwards, I can marry whoever I want.”

Father turned his head back to the king. He then spoke.

“Your soldiers may pass. And you may have her.”

A deep exhale went throughout the crowd. Your mother put her hands over her mouth, tears in her eyes. Soon enough, Henry took the reins of the horse. He looked over to the man on the horse next to him. An older man with long, grey hair. 

“Tonight, we stay here as guests. Grant them mercy,” he ordered.

The older man nodded. He then turned, and word trickled down to the soldiers.

A path was formed among the crowd as the people stepped away, and the king and his horse and army rode through it.

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Two hours later, the older man approached you at the door in your home. 

“My lady, the king has summoned you,” he announced.

Your mother got out a handkerchief and began to weep. Your father hung his head down in shame. You then walked outside and followed the gentleman through your city of Harlefleur.

You knew already where you were going. Your father may have been the governor, but the Dumont’s were the wealthiest family in town. Their mansion in the center was the largest. So it was there that the king stayed. And it was there that the older man, who was the lord of Exeter, escorted you.

The lord of Exeter walked you through the front door. He guided you upstairs, past the servants of the house. He then led you to one separate room. It had a fireplace and a cream four-poster bed. Inside was a large tub and female servants with cloths and soap. 

“The king ordered you to bathe.”

“I’m not dirty,” you said. You were still a lady who took care to always appear proper, especially in front of men. And in front of kings.

“Still, you must be clean before the presence of his majesty,” the lord of Exeter declared. He then closed the door.

They set you in the tub, already full of water. Making sure not to make your hair too wet, they scrubbed all over your body until you were truly clean. You then got out and dried with a towel. 

One of the servants, an older woman with wrinkles and grey hair, brought forward a golden dress.

“The king said he would like you to wear this,” she announced.

The maids helped you step into the dress and secured it in the back. They gave you a jeweled belt. They then took care of your hair as you would have liked it. At least you had a little say in these matters.

It was a dress even more beautiful than the ones you owned. It had long sleeves and a small train. The jeweled belt flattered your figure. There was an ample cut square collar that flattered the top of your chest. You were then given a jeweled headdress placed on top of your head. 

How did they get this? Was it stolen? From a common woman attacked by a soldier? No, for these were not the clothes of a common woman. From the lady of the house? You didn’t know.

There was a knock on the door. The older woman opened it and revealed the Lord of Exeter. 

“Now…it is time,” he announced. 

You followed him out, holding up your skirt so you wouldn’t trip. Heads of servants turned towards you, eyes curious. He then led you to a large door. He knocked on it.

“You may enter,” came the king’s voice.

He pushed open the door, and you stepped inside.

Inside, it was lit with candles. There was a table with chairs. Chests here and there. And a great, large bed in the center of it, with thick red blankets and feather pillows. A crackling fireplace. There, dressed in red leathers and his crown in front of the fire, was his majesty the king of England. He was leaning against the railing, but straightened himself once he saw you. 

You dipped into the lowest curtsy you could.

“Thank you. You may now leave us, uncle,” said the king. 

The lord of Exeter closed the door behind him. Your heart picked up again. You stood still and folded your hands. 

“Do you speak English?” he asked.

“Like my mother tongue, your grace,” you answered. 

The king walked forward. You kept your eyes down as he circled you. He then stopped in front of you. Hands gesturing forward to the table. 

“Here, sit.”

You walked over and sat down. The table was bare except for a bottle of wine and two goblets. 

“Would you like some wine?” asked the king.

You did not answer, eyeing the bottle with nervousness. 

“Rest assured, there is nothing in it. Only wine,” replied the king. 

“Yes, of course.”

He poured out some in a goblet and handed it to you. Inside it was a deep, dark red. It looked almost black. The taste was dry and bitter, but it was strong.

“What is your name?” he asked.

You gave it to him. 

He poured his own cup and took a deep drink. He then set it down. You could feel something in his eyes. There was a stillness. As if he was doing everything in his power not to reach out and grab you at once. No, he was showing restraint.

“Do you like the wine?” he asked.

“Yes. It is good, my lord.”

“Would you like any food?”

“No, no thank you, my lord.”

You took another drink, deepening it. If the wine affected you, this would be more pleasant. You could drink your way through this. The king leaned forward, his hands together. He looked all over you.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, my lord,” you replied.

“It pleases me when you say that. You may keep calling me ‘my lord.’ And your majesty.”

“Of course, my lord.”

You took another sip of wine. You were already getting to the end of your drink. You felt your body warmed by the fireplace. Outside, one could hear an owl.

“Why did you make this request, my lord?” you asked.

He was still. Then he spoke in a soft voice.

“My lady, because I want you beyond what words can describe.”

He then stood up and walked to you. He held out a hand, and you accepted it. He led you to stand up. His hands traced over your sides, then up to your face. He even tipped your chin up with his hand.

“Look at me,” he said.

You obeyed.

“Promise me one thing?” he asked.

You looked up at him.

“Never stop looking at me.”

He then leaned forward and kissed you. It was…warm, his lips were soft. Already, you could feel yourself melting in, giving away. It was a sweet kiss, far sweeter than anything you expected would happen tonight.

His hands wandered to your back, supporting you as he gave you another kiss. He leaned down further. His hands clutched onto you. 

You let go, already trying to catch your breath. His hands went to the top of your head and took off your headdress. He then went to your belt and undid it as it fell to the floor. His hands then went to the back of your dress, and began to undo it.

You let him. Something in you was growing.

Soon enough, the dress fell to the ground before you. You wore only a shift. Your own breathing was deep. You looked right at him. He took his hands and went to the sleeves on your shoulders of your shift. It was already loose with an open collar. 

He then pulled it down by the sleeves.

Soon it fell, revealing your breasts, then the rest of your body as it fell in a circle around your feet.

He looked down at you. His hands grazing your breasts.

“Beautiful,” was all he said.

He took you in his arms and picked you up. You wondered how strong he was; it was as if you were nothing but air. He carried you over to the bed and laid you down.

He took off his own doublet and the shirt beneath it, revealing his chest. You wondered at his muscles. He then removed his codpiece. You could see he was already hard. You wondered how hard he had been the entire time. He took off his boots in a hurry. You leaned forward to have a look. He then removed his pants. Already, his large manhood was reaching high, leaking precum.

He joined you on the bed and hovered over you. You could feel his cock graze your stomach. Hearts racing, you saw him reach his hand and use it to part your legs. 

He tested you. He plunged a finger inside your core. Already, you could feel yourself getting wet at his touch. You moaned at it, feeling him inside, digging around.

“Are you a virgin?” he asked.

You gave him your answer. And he nodded.

He prepared you, his finger spreading you open, and then found a spot and teased it. It swirled around you, making space. You then felt him add another finger.

“My…my lord…”

“Spread your legs wider, your king commands it,” he breathed.

You obeyed, going as wide as you could. He set himself between them. He then pulled himself forward, his face meeting your own. His cock at your entrance.

He then thrust forward.

You let out a small sound. He was quite large; there was a pinprick of pain. He pulled out, and then he entered again. And again. He then began a rhythm. 

“Oh…oh God…” you moaned out.

He then took your legs and hooked them so they were around his waist. He was breathing in deep. He plunged, this time further.

“Oh!” you cried out.

“Sweet lady-yes- dear, sweet lady,” he panted out between thrusts. “Yes-yes-keep-don’t be quiet. Don’t be timid-oh-just-just keep telling me- let them know, let them all know how the king pleasures you.”

He dove in again, letting out a grunt. A sound you never knew you could make flew out of you. His hand then dove into you. It found your bud and began to strum you as he continued to thrust in and out.

“Does-does your king give you pleasure?” he grunted.

“Yes-yes, my lord!” you began to cry out. 

It began to speed up. Something in you was spinning, spinning up. Your voice was starting to rise; you were gripping the bedsheets.

He then paused, and he pulled out of you. Before you could ask any questions, he had you flipped onto your stomach.

“Hold onto the bed,” he demanded.

You grabbed the headboard. Gripping it tight. Knowing exactly what was going to happen.

He then took you again from this different angle, and you felt him behind you.

“Oh, oh god, my lord!” you cried out. The pain mixed with pleasure from his position. He himself let out another cry.

He increased the pace. Pounding into you with a fury. Breasts bouncing, your own cries and moans grew louder and louder. But the pleasure was immense. The filthiness of this act, of him being behind you- it rose something in you that you couldn’t name. You only held tighter onto the headboard as he started to pound into you.

“Oh god- oh god! My-my lord!” 

“Call-call me Henry!” he then demanded.

 “Oh-yes, yes, my lord! Yes, Henry!”

“Yes-yes-use-use my name- keep saying it!”

His hands reached between your legs and fiddled with your bud again. Going at a more furious pace, the bed shaking. His own grunts and moans increasing. But so did the strength of his strokes on your bud. That, mixed with this position, gave you that spinning feeling again. That rising sensation.

“Henry-Henry-oh-Henry I-I-I’m close-I’m gonna come, I-I-”

“I-I am too-hold on-yes, yes, like that-make me have you, come now, your-your king commands you-”

Soon enough, it broke on you. You felt suspended in bliss, in pure, pure pleasure. With a final cry, he came too, and you felt his hot seed spurt inside you. Both of you lay there, panting. Your hold onto the headboard slipped, and you fell into the bed. 

He pulled out of you and then grabbed your waist. He pulled you down to lie beside him, still panting hard. You placed a hand on his pectorals. The sudden warmth seeping through you. Here he was, holding you. He held you tight to him; you could hear his heartbeat and smell the woods on him.

“I’m going to talk to your father. I’ll keep you as a concubine. You won’t leave my side,” he said as he caught his breath. 

At this point, you wouldn’t have minded that.

Chapter 1: A Wedding Will Be Held

Chapter 2: Naught But A Babe

Chapter 3: Misfit

Chapter 4: Heksejakt

Chapter 5: Husband and Wife

Chapter 6: Honeymoon I

Chapter 7: Honeymoon II

Chapter 8: Barking Dogs Seldom Bite

Chapter 9: The Fortification of Asgard

Chapter 10: Shenanigans

Chapter 11: Andvari

Chapter 12: The Theft

Chapter 13: Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind

Chapter 14: Bad Feelings

Chapter 15: Breathless

Chapter 16: Bargaining

Chapter 17: Bewitched

Chapter 18: Besotted

Chapter 19: Backwash

Chapter 20: Beseech

Chapter 21: Breathing Spell

Chapter 22: Bouts

Chapter 23: Burgundy

Miscellaneous:

Chapter 24: Bluff

Chapter 25: Enough Of Your Tricks!

Through The Allmother's Eyes (To be read alongside Ch. 4)

Songs: