#bellegetsdark

Remus was close friends with your stepbrother. He had asked you to join him on a date and you giddily agreed. Of course you had asked him if Sirius was aware and okay with the date but Remus had dismissed you and ensured you it was okay. So here you were, locking hands with your stepbrothers best friend.

“You look lovely today, darling,” he said lowly into your ear.

You felt your cheeks get warm, Sirius had helped you pick out the pretty white dress that adorned your body. He had chosen it and praised you all night as you wore it in his bed. It had take you ages to get all the cum out of the delicate fabric.

“Thank you, Remmy,” you responded, shyly looking down at your figure. “Thought you’d like it.”

He smiled down at you, his hand squeezing yours as you guided you towards the ice cream parlor.

You licked happy at your vanilla ice cream cone when Remus pulled out a camera. You smiled at him as he messed with it, sitting in silence as he concentrated. Soon enough, the camera was pointed into your direction. Remus looked at you through the lens, as you bashfully hid your face with a giggle as he snapped a few photos.

Remus was taking a lot of photos of you. He said you were his little model, his muse. He posed you every which way, smirking as the you heard the camera click over and over. You were so glad you were able to hold his attention like you were.

“Y’look beautiful in this one,” he said, tilting the camera towards you. It was a photo of you bent over the railing of a bridge, smiling brightly with your ice cream cone. Your hair had flown into your face, but not enough to hide your cheerful expression, the sticky vanilla ice cream aided your hair, making it stick to your lips. Your ice cream was melting quicker than you were able to eat it. Sticky, white, sugary cream ran down your hands, coating them in a thick layer. Your arms pressed your tits into each other, making them peak out of the top of your dress. Your white lacy bra gleaming in the sun. Your dress had also ridden up the the back, your panties peaking just slightly through, the white cotton material accentuating the curve of your ass.

You flushed again, oblivious to his preying eyes and malicious smirk. “We ought to show, y’brother. Hm?”

You nodded quickly, “mhm, Siri loves this dress.”

“I bet he does, sweet girl.”

Within seconds your phone was bombarded with missed calls and texts from Sirius, commanding you to come home. Though, you’d never know. Remus had taken your phone from you for safekeeping, he knew how often you misplaced it.

Remus ran his hand up and down your thigh as he drove you home, stopping just below your core, and making his way back down. You watched his hand shakily, hoping he’d reach for your pussy.

His hand rested on your upper thigh for a few seconds. You shifted in your seat, causing his fingers to press into your panties. You let out a shaky breath, “please.”

“Please?” He repeated, his eyes focused on the road.

“Please touch me, Remmy. Please.”

Remus’ finger flicked at your clit, cashing you to jolt upwards. “Y’brother wouldn’t like this very much.”

You tried to ignore him, moving your hips slightly to cause what little friction his fingertip could provide. But Sirius upset expression flashed in your brain. You whined loudly and halted your movements, using your hands to hide your face.

Sirius wouldn’t do this to you, would he? Why were you here begging to be touched by his friend when Sirius was the only one that could help you? You were supposed to be a good sister.

You felt Remus’ hand find refuge in between your legs, his hand cupping your wet cunt under your panties. You felt yourself throb against him. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Remus rubbed circles into your clit with the the little movement he was able to do between your clenched thighs. It felt so good. You let out a cry, tears streamed down your face and you knew your mascara was creating black streaks on your cheeks.

You involuntarily opened your thighs, the sensation of Remus’ rough hands on your little pussy making your mind hazy form pleasure. “Rem,” you cried.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, giving your clit a light pinch.

“Mhm,” you replied. Sirius taught you good manners. Always be thankful for what you’re given.

You writhed in your seat as Remus nonchalantly drove. You turned to look at him, your chest heaving. You eyes locked on his lips. They weren’t as plump as Sirius’.

You puckered your lips as you whined, aching for a kiss. Remus looked at you and smirked, “need a kiss? Hm?”

You whined again, leaving towards him, painfully stretching your body over the center console. He took his eyes off the road and gave you a slow, sensual kiss. It felt different than kissing Sirius.

Sirius would take your face into his hands, squeezing your cheeks together or grabbing your jaw or your neck, he’d kiss you roughly, messily, hungrily. Remus was slow and composed.

Your lips chased his as he pulled away, his eyes fixing themselves on the road as he pinched your clit again, making you whine again.

You felt yourself getting closer. Your hips began to buck into his hand, grinding against his palm as he worked in sync with you. You came with a loud whine. You felt Remus continue his movements, his fingers helping you through your orgasm.

He removed his fingers and moved them close to your mouth. You opened it obediently, lapping your tongue over his rough fingers and sucking them clean.

Remus hummed, “trained you well, did he?”

You nodded, “Siri’s a good brother.”

Remus simply smiled, resting his hand on your knee for the rest of the ride.

He pulled up to your house and you immediately noticed the lack of cars in the driveway. Sirius’ motorcycle was the only vehicle parked outside your home. You felt tears prick your eyes again, he’d be so disappointed if he found out what Remus had done to you.

Remus stopped the car and gave your knee a squeeze. You turned to look at him, teary-eyed, lip quivering. He smirked slightly, “y’should head inside. Sirius’ been looking for you.” He handed your phone back to you.

You switched it on, seeing the notifications of missed calls and texts. Your tears fell and you let out a sob. You wanted to be a good sister. Remus lifted your wet face with his hands and wiped your tears with his fingertips. He stared down at your messy face, tears stained black, your lipstick smudged down to your chin. You looked into his eyes, taking in the mix of honey brown and forest green of his eyes to compose yourself.

He pulled you in for another slow kiss. He sucked on your tongue and you whined, giving into him again. He let out a chuckle and pulled away, “so easy.”

You didn’t acknowledge what he had said, you continued to stare at him as he nudged you and nodded towards your house.

You frowned and exited the car, looking back at him for approval. He nodded and you walked to the front door.

You hesitated, placing your hand on the doorknob for a few seconds before actually working up the courage to open it. You felt on the verge of tears again.

The house was silent. You kicked off your shoes and hung your purse, waiting to hear a noise. Nothing.

“Siri?” You called, still standing in the doorway.

“Now you wanna speak to me?” Your head turned to your left towards his voice.

Your lips quivered. “M’sorry.”

He scoffed, “m’sorry.” He mocked your tone and began to walk towards you.

You shifted in your spot and looked down at the floor.

“Spent the day with Remus? Hm, whore?” He stood in front of you, looking down at you. You didn’t respond, afraid tears would fall at any moment.

He gripped your chin harshly and forced your head up. You stared at him through murky eyes. He shook his head at you and you whimpered, “not a good little sister. Y’just a filthy slut,” he spit.

You let out a sob, shaking your own head, “no, Siri, m’sorry.”

“You just go around and fuck my friends, hm? Let him fuck you, huh?” His grip tightened.

“No! Didn’t,” you cried, wrapping one of you hands around his.

“Aw,” he mocked, pouting, “he didn’t fuck your stupid little cunt?”

You shook your head, trying to pry his hands away from your face. He took his free hand and slapped you. You cried in pain. “Don’t push me away, slut.”

You dropped your hands and frowned at him, “sorry, sorry, sorry,” your tears were seemingly never ending. You couldn’t think about what you must look like. Hair in disarray and makeup ruined.

He mocked you again, joining in as you chanted sorry after sorry. He lead you to the couch, the material grazing your thighs. His hand moved to your throat where he applied pressure, cutting off your air way just enough to make you dizzy. “Bet you wanted him to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You shook your head and he squeezed harder. “Only… you,” you croaked out, breathless.

“Me? I don’t think you thought about me while you were with Remus, baby. Showing him everything that’s mine,” he moved closer to you, his teeth gritted as he spoke.

You leaned into his touch, so ready to give into him. He chuckled darkly, “such a slut for your stepbrother.”

He took his hands off your throat. As you caught your breath, Sirius hiked up dress. He gave your pussy a hard slap, “mine.”

You felt yourself become wet. He moved your panties to the side, stopping abruptly. “Did he touch you?”

You paused. He looked at you and pushed you down onto the couch, pulling your panties off hurriedly. A year fell from your eyes as he looked up at you from in between your legs as he finished his inspection on your pussy.

“You let him,” he scoffed. “Dirty whore.”

You let out a sob, “sorry. Only played with my clit, I promise.”

“I promise,” he mimicked. “Y’not a good little sis.”

You cried harder, covering your face with your hands.

He flipped you over roughly, giving your ass a hard slap. “Gonna show you. No one is better than y’brother.”

You cried, shaking your head. You didn’t like it when he was angry. He hurt you. He went too deep, too rough.

He laughed darkly, “don’t care what you want, love.”

You heard him take his pants off behind you. His cock hit your clit, you jolted. He spit on your folds, using his fingers to split you open. “Don’t want this dirty pussy.”

He fingers brushed over your ass, his fingers prodding at the right hole. You squirmed, trying to get away. He smacked your ass again roughly. “Bet Remus didn’t touch you here, did he?”

You shook your head, “no, Siri, please.”

You felt the head of his cock take place of his finger. He didn’t bother to prep you. He wanted to see you in pain for what you did. You tried to move away, crying loudly.

He pushed his cock in, taking in the tightness of your virgin hole and the way your face contorted at the painful stretch. He pushed himself in, staying still for you to adjust. It’s the least he could do.

You shut your eyes tightly, the feeling of Sirius’ big cock in your ass was new and unfamiliar. It hurt beyond belief. But it was for the best, you’re sure. You betrayed him and all he did was love you. Your stepbrother loved you.

Sirius began to thrust in and out of you, the tightness of your hole drawing him close to the edge quicker than normal. He knew he wouldn’t last. “You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing hold of your hair.

You nodded, turning to look at him as he pulled you up by your hair. “Yours.”

“Y’get fucked by your stepbrother, huh slut? And y’like it,” he grabbed hold of your jaw again, opening your mouth by squeezing your cheeks together as he fucked you. He spit into your mouth as you whined against him.

Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, the pain becoming pleasurable. “Mm,” you moaned, swallowing his spit. He groaned, picking up his pace. You clenched, not used to the change of pace. He groaned loudly, his thrusts slowing down momentarily.

you tried to look okay, he could tell, but your eyes betrayed you. they were permanently glossy, on the verge of tears, and bloodshot when you stepped out of your car every morning, covered head to toe in clothing unfit for the warming weather.

eddie felt a sense of satisfaction he had never had before. he ruined you. and now he craved more of you.

every night his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock desperately trying to emulate your tight throat. his head was filled with images of your weeping eyes, cum-covered face, and your raspy voice as you apologized profusely, begging him to let you go. he relented, but not before giving you a harsh slap on the cheek. cum had transferred onto his palm and he smeared it back onto your tender face.

but he couldn't wait any longer.

you tried to get away, squirming in his hold when he grabbed you. he held his hand over your mouth to muffle your screams for help. Your nails dug into his forearm, making eddie hiss.

he pulled his arm from your mouth and wrapped it around your neck, “didn’t you learn to behave?”

you whimpered as he dragged you down an alleyway towards his car.

so now you shook in fear, hugging your middle as you sat on the edge of his mattress. he dangled the handcuffs in front of you face teasingly, "you best behave, sweet girl. you won't like it if i have to use these."

you nodded, obeying when he asked you to undress. he was sat against a pillow, fully clothed as he palmed his erection. it was degrading, embarrassing, the way he stared at your bare frame intently as if committing every detail to memory.

he bit his lip, “shame that the only thing of value is your pretty little body, huh?”

a tear slipped down your face, your face was hot and sweat was building on your forehead. eddie could feel your discomfort, your embarrassment, your fear.

he gripped your chin as he approached you, forcing you into a kiss. you grimaced, refusing to kiss back. he pulled back and pushed your cheeks together, forcing a pout.

“eddie…” you whimpered, struggling to speak.

he kissed you again, groping your bare body. his denim battle vest tickled your nipples, making you tremble.

eddie could smell the musk of your sweat, growing strong as you grew warmer under his touch. he pushed his bulge into you, holding you tighter.

he threw you to his bed, groping the flesh of your ass. you cried as he slapped, scratched and bit your cunt and the delicate skin of your backside. he made it hurt. he wanted to hear the pained sobs and feel you squirm under him, and see the blossoming marks on your soft skin. you tasted as sweet as he imagined, felt as good as he dreamed you would under his hands.

when he pushed into you, he was still fully clothed. the zipper of his unzipped pants punctured your skin when he thrusted into you. it was difficult to slip inside but his eyes rolled back at the sensation of your tiny hole. you sobbed loudly, kicking your feet as he stretched you open around his cock. your pussy was pure bliss, perfectly tight and made just for him. he would never let you go.

your pussy became a slippery mess, clutching his cock with every thrust. your cunt squelching mixed with your whimpers of pain and pleasure. you held his sheets with a deathly grip.

eddie fucked you brutally, with so much force and fervor. he had never felt so good. he felt himself going crazy, mind filled with your delicious cunt. you were his now, meant just for him.

he knew you liked it. he could feel it. you were just being a difficult little bitch. ungrateful. he smacked your ass, “quit acting like you don’t like it, slut. your pussy’s so wet for me, wrapping around me so tightly, pulling me in. stupid little bitch.”

your hold on him was so hard and firm, your pretty noises turned to strained, pleasured mewls. he knew you were trying hide it, but as he circled his hips and kissed your cervix every time he rammed back into you.

your crying became louder and you chanted, “no, no, no.” your pussy fluttered around his cock, squeezing so tightly he groaned loudly alongside you.

you came with a lewd moan, muffling it by burying your face into his pillow. you shook beneath him, twitching.

watching you come undone from his cock made his orgasm creep up on him. he came without warning, impaling you as deeply as he could.

You shook your head, looking up at him with your glimmering eyes. “No,” you crawled closer, desperate to feel the warmth of his thighs against your skin. 

“Yes,” he demanded, grabbing hold of your arm. 

“No!” you cried, tears falling.

His mouth formed a line, his patience was dwindling. He roughly let go of your arm. You hiccuped, but before you could catch your breath, Remus was shoving his cock down your throat. You choked, immediately relaxing despite the vicious treatment. You moaned around his cock and breathed through your nose as he fucked your throat brutally. 

His hips slowed down and you took it upon yourself to continue the abuse, bobbing your head up and down with fervor, hitting deep into you every time. You felt his hot hands push your shoulders, not stopping until you were on your back. The angle made it difficult to continue the pace you so desperately wanted. You kicked your feet in protest, mouth still full of him. 

“Bloody brat,” he grumbled. “Y’want my cock that badly, hm?” he settled over your face. You opened your eyes, taking in his features under the moonlight. He ran a hand through his mousy hair, messing it up further as he pulled his lip between his teeth to conceal a moan. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, suckling happily as he pushed in and out slowly. 

You felt him reach for your thighs, he collected the slick that had run down your thighs and brought it to his mouth. He licked his fingers clean and made a noise of satisfaction, delivering a particularly rough thrust into your throat. “Taste so good.”

You whined pathetically when he attempted to pull out again, you used both of your hands to hold his hips in place. He clicked his tongue, “stop it, brat.”

Tears began to fall as he shoved your head away. “Remmy, please,” your voice was hoarse, and your throat hurt, but you still craved the taste of his cum and the feeling of his cock.

He moved down your body, his knees were flush to your sides. Leaning down, he gripped your chin, an angry look on his face, “I'm losing patience,” he warned. 

You whined, “but,” you choked on your tears, “want it so bad.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “yeah? Y’need it so bad?” his voice was laced with fake sympathy but your hazy mind wasn’t able to pick up on it.

You nodded, dramatically pouting. You smiled brightly as his cock stood before your mouth.

“Open,” he tapped your lisp with his cock. You obliged, sighing as he slid into your mouth. Your eyes widened as he pushed past his limit, forcing your mouth open more. He groaned as he tried to force his balls into your mouth. 

You whined, feeling an ache in your jaw. 

“This is what you wanted, right? M’cock in your mouth?” he let out a strained groan, “fuckin’ brat,” he moaned, jerking his hips. His warm seed ran down your throat and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

You fought to catch your breath when he let up. You felt dizzy, already missing the feeling.

You had only been working at the castle for a little over two months. It was your first job all alone without your mother by your side. It was meant to be the two of you before she opted to remain serving King Rogers in the Kingdom adjacent to Asgard. You were devastated, you sobbed for many nights even before you made the move.

Not that the crying ever stopped, only now it was for different reasons. Prince Loki had an unnerving air to him.

The other servants dismissed your concerns, saying that he is just rude and entitled. He’s like that with all of us, they would say.

Only, he wasn’t. He seemed to have a certain interest in you, the youngest of all the servants. He was crueler to you. He would look at you for too long, order you to do obscure tasks but was never content with the work you did. You also couldn’t forget the time he “accidentally” flipped your skirt as you were bent down, organizing the books in his room for the umpteeth time. They can never stay in place, he says, you ought to do a better job.

It didn’t help that he always called for you in the evenings as he was being readied for bed. Sometimes he was completely nude when you’d walk in, unabashedly waltzing around bare. His manhood was always slightly erect and hanging between his legs with his smirk illuminated by the candlelight.

He wasn’t like that with the rest of the women.

Most times, it was like he hadn’t seen them at all.

Natasha would walk into the library where he sat reading and he would pay her no mind, not even when she spoke to him. But as soon as you entered the room you could feel his burning eyes on you as you dusted the shelves. Predatory eyes following you wherever you went.

But he was never satisfied with your work and he made sure you knew it. Sometimes you thought he was doing it on purpose to keep you from straying too far.

+

As you set the table for dinner, you jumped in surprise as the door creaked open. Your heartbeat sped up as Prince Loki stepped inside.

“Prince Loki,” you bowed, “dinner is not yet served.”

“Yes, I am aware. Always quite laggard, you,” he gave you a look up and down.

You cleared your throat, “my apologies, Prince Loki.”

You picked up your speed, wiping down the table at a faster pace before assembling two places with appropriate silverware for the two Princes. You did what you could to keep yourself from bending over, even with the coverage of your almost knee length skirt, you still did not want to be subject to his predatory staring.

You could feel Loki watching you still. The room was filled with the sound of his foot tapping the ground lightly in impatience. “Serve dinner at once.”

You scurried to the kitchen and assembled two servings as quickly as you could.

The flu had been running rampant in Asgard. Much of the staff had been exposed and were currently bedridden. Only you and three others were healthy. The four of you had divided the jobs evenly and you were stuck with the kitchen and the surrounding areas. Your duties entailed cooking and you were nervous. You lacked proper training and you settled for a basic dish.

You carried both of the plates in your hand as you reentered the dining room. Loki was sitting in his seat, bored look on his face. His back straightened as you came into view. You walked over to Prince Thor’s side of the table, setting down his own plate. You stretched over the table to reach Prince Loki.

He clicked his tongue, “is that the way to treat your Prince, darling. Don’t forget your manners.”

You bowed your head, “My apologies, Prince Loki.” You hesitantly walked over to him, feeling the coldness of his body against your arm as you set the plate before him. He inhaled deeply and you weren’t sure if he was inhaling the aroma of your cooking or the smell of your skin.

He said nothing as he lifted a golden spoon and took a small bit of the food. You watched him with a worried expression, hoping just that what you had done was satisfactory.

He made a face of disgust, “well, you just can’t do anything right, can you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond so you stayed silent for a few moments. “I am sorry, Prince Loki. The recipe called for the amount of salt. I simply followed directions.”

“And you did not find it appropriate to taste it before serving it to us?” His long, ring-clad fingers tapped the table.

“I did not have a taste, Prince Loki, no.”

“Why don’t you give it a try then, hm?” His eyes are hard as he reaches for your chin. His touch was gentle yet it made you feel as if you couldn’t move a muscle. He moved the golden spoon to your mouth, nodding his head ever so slightly until you parted your lips. He pushed it inside, the flavor was ambrosial, though you had to admit, he was right. A tad salty. It was almost unnoticeable. In fact, you’re sure you wouldn’t have noticed the inappreciable saline flavor if it wasn’t for the expecting emerald stare.

You were prepared to apologize, beg for forgiveness, anything to save you from the expected punishment from the head maid when she caught wind of this. But you were stunned as he continued to push the spoon further into your mouth, eyes twilinking with something unsettling. You looked up at him with confusion and slight fear. The gold prodded the back of your throat. You started to gag only to abruptly stop at the sound of a disapproving click of his tongue. The rush flavors from the slightly over seasoned food slipped down your throat and you fought to contain your gagging. You couldn’t contain it and an indecent retch erupted from you.

He held the spoon still, curved bottom pushing down on the back of your tongue. His expression remained unphased but you swore his eyes held amusement. He pulled the spoon out, setting it down beside his plate as Thor made his entrance. He sat as you bowed to the approaching blonde prince, blinking back the tears that had pricked your eyes only seconds before.

Thor smiled at you, polite as always before taking his own seat. He clapped his hands loudly, “shall we eat, brother?”

Loki said nothing, he simply picked up his spoon and scooped up a bite. Across the table, his brother did the same.

Thor closed his eyes as he chewed on the food. He called your name with a serious tone, your blood ran cold. “This is utterly fantastic, my dear.”

“Yes,” Loki agreed much to your confusion, “spectacular, darling.”

You were in shock. Had he not just criticized the dish moments earlier?

You let go of the breath you held, “thank you, Prince Thor,” you paused and with hesitance said, “thank you, Prince Loki.”

You fled the room as quickly as you could, doing what you could to avoid looking eager. These types of occurrences were not rare with the Prince. He was always mean and critical towards you directly but would praise you when you were within earshot of his family. What was rare was what he had done with the golden spoon. It was daring and utterly inappropriate. The only other time he had laid a hand on you in a scandalous way was when he had flipped your skirt.

It unnerved you and the scene would not leave your brain for the remainder of the day.

+

Just as you were going to retire to bed, Maria peaked her head through your door, “you’ve been summoned by Prince Loki.”

You sighed as soon as she left. You fixed yourself up and made your way to his room. Your mind was racing and you were scared to face him again in fear that he would do something inappropriate again.

You fiddled with the hem of your uniform skirt as you stood by Prince Loki’s door. You knocked as confidently as you could, waiting for him to open the door and let you in. You took a few breaths to calm yourself. But all that was thrown out as soon as the door creaked open.

You stepped inside, taking in the scent of his room as you made your way to the bookshelf after a brief bow. His hair was wet and his skin had a pink flush, he had likely just gotten out of the bath. He wore only a bathrobe, it was made of green silk to match his usual attire.

You heard a chuckle behind you but you ignored it, instead you knelt before the books and began to hastily organize them.

“Don’t rush, darling,” his voice was closer and you could practically feel his stare burning your backside.

“Yes, sir.”

He groaned. The hair on the back of your neck stood. “I like it when you’re polite. Sir.”

You didn’t say anything and he clicked his tongue.

Seconds later you felt the warmth of his body behind you. In fear you kept your eyes on the books. Maybe if you ignored it, he would go away.

A hand came to rest on your hip and you jumped at the sensation. His hips rocked forward, pressing his pelvis to your ass. The hard outline of his cock pushed into your flesh causing you to gasp. You tried to pull away but he caught you, tightening his grip on your side.

Another groan fell from his lips, “so warm. I wonder how your tight, little cunt is gonna feel. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

All the air left your lungs and you felt your lip wobble. You were. You never had time for men or boys, you were too busy helping your mother around. You didn’t respond and he began to grind his hips into yours, the hands holding you in place began to inch closer and closer to your pussy.

“I asked you a question, darling.”

You tried to fight back your tears by focusing on the books in front of you rather than the man behind you. “Prince Loki, please let me go.”

“No,” he said simply. “You’re my servant. You are to do what I say.”

You lunged forward at the feeling of his cold fingers reaching under your dress. He pinched at the flesh of your thigh, causing a tingling sensation to erupt in your cunt.

“Mm,” he groaned, hip thrusts speeding up. “Untouched little virgin.”

A tear fell from your eyes along with a shaky inhale.

“Brother! I must speak to you at once!”

The familiar booming voice had never sounded so heavenly. You ripped yourself from Prince Loki’s grasp just as the door flew open and the strong, blonde Prince walked in.

“Ah,” he said upon seeing you. His eyes flicked from you to his brother. Once, twice. “Hm.”

You reached up to wipe your tears and fix your skirt, “excuse me, Prince Thor. I was summoned by Prince Loki to assist in organizing his bookshelf.”

“At this hour?” He gave his brother a look of judgement. “Well, you’re free to return to the chambers. You may assist him tomorrow.” He offered you a gentle smile and you returned it surprisingly genuinely.

Prince Thor is kind. He’s lively and funny and he treats all the staff with the appropriate respect. He’s just decent if you really thought about it. But even that was far better than most of the other royalty.

You scurried back to your room and locked the door behind you. You sank to the floor and let the tears you had held fall.

+

The following days, Prince Thor began to request you more and more. Considering that he was the heir of the throne, his wishes were top priority. Even above Prince Loki’s. You were relieved and you tried your best to make it known without being too out front.

You smiled more, talked more and overall returned to your true self. It was someone you haven't seen since you were a child. It was scary but it was a pleasant change that you welcomed with open arms.

Prince Loki had done the opposite. He summoned you so many times a day the head maid had stopped telling you. So, even if you weren’t hearing it, you knew it was happening. But you couldn’t be bothered because you had not faced him since. You were busy from morning to night assisting Prince Thor.

After breakfast, Prince Thor had ordered you to dust the library. So you practically skipped over to the large room and began your task.

Aside from the usual discomfort from Prince Loki that came with the room, it was one of your favorites. You loved to read and being able to look through and care for the collection of books was your favorite part of the castle.

It was different from Prince Loki’s room because it was in an open space and not in a secluded bedroom.

As you dusted and organized the books, you stood on a moving ladder that allowed you to reach the higher shelves. You were so entranced by the pages of a novel Prince Thor had recommended earlier in the week that you did not hear the door open. Nor the footsteps that led to where you were standing.

“Oh, yes,” his daunting voice said, “this is what I like to see.”

You yelped and the book fell from your hands, landing on the ground beneath you. You caught yourself before you could fall.

Prince Loki stood under you, peering up under your skirt. You clenched your thighs shut tight, your heartrate picking up immediately.

“No, no,” he said, taking his cold hands and prying your thighs open to their previous position. “Keep them open for me. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

You ignored him, shutting them again. “I’m sorry, Prince Loki. Prince Thor ordered me to make the library spotless, I must return to work.”

“You will return to work when I allow it.”

You swallowed as his hand crept up your leg. “Open them wide for me. I would like to taste your pure, virgin essence. You’re probably as sweet as sugar, darling.”

“No, Prince Lo-“

“Do as I say!” He bellowed. You flinched as he forced his head in between your thighs.

He had never been so verbally direct so you tried to loosen up and do as told until an escape presented itself.

You shakily opened your legs and he dove in. His tongue lapped your cunt through your panties, dampening the fabric. Involuntarily, you jolted up and away from this mouth.

His hands moved to pull on your hips and bring them closer to his awaiting lips. His tongue flicked at a rapid pace, lapping at your covered clit. You gasped, feeling your balance wavering.

He removed his head, “take those off. I can’t taste you.”

You didn’t move. He sighed in annoyance and all but pried your hands from the ladder. You wiggled in his hold as he dragged you away. You reached for whatever you could. You caught hold of the railing and you planted your feet to the ground as sobs fell from you.

Prince Loki huffed, “fine. Make this difficult.”

He flipped your skirt like he had before and he yanked your panties down your legs in one movement. The cold air of the room made you shiver as it came in contact with your pussy.

Prince Loki smacked your ass, groaning as the skin rippled. “I’ve been dying to catch a glimpse of this pretty pussy, darling.” You were in shock.

You tried to pull away again, but he delivered another slap. Only this time it was harder. You flinched in pain.

“Please,” you could still feel the burn of the area.

“Of course, darling. No need to beg me.”

You almost let go of the railing, relieved that he was going to let you go. Instead, his lips reconnected with your cunt, lapping rapidly at your mound once more.

That hadn’t been what you meant. Despair filled your body as his tongue circled your clit and licked up the slick that had begun to leak from you.

You whined loudly. The sensation was so new to you, it felt foreign. You hated the way your body wanted to lean into it. Your legs were shaking and your hold on the railing was so tight it had begun to hurt.

“It’s so obvious you’ve never been touched,” his voice was slightly muffled, “you’re so sensitive.”

He suckled at your mound as his hands kneaded the flesh of your ass above his head. You had stopped crying and your mind was racing. Were you… enjoying this?

One of his long fingers prodded at your hole, circling it. You were distracted by his tongue on your bud that you didn’t notice as he pushed the finger in slowly. A sudden pain rushed through your body and your eyes widened.

“No, please, Prince Loki, don’t.”

He ignored you and continued pushing his finger in until the entire length was inside. He held it there for a few seconds as his tongue continued its assault on your cunt.

Slowly, this finger slid in and out. Squelching noises filled the room. You felt your face heat from embarrassment of the lewd sound.

“So wet,” he said, suckling harshly at your nub.

You felt something building in your belly and your breathing became uneven.

“Let me go. Let me go,” your voice was weak and strained.

“Cum for me, darling. Let it go.”

Again. It was like he was speaking to you without actually speaking to you. Like he was altering your words to fit his wants. You just wanted him to let you leave. You didn’t want him.

Still, he’s tongue licked up your cunt, focusing on your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole. Soon, you felt a release in your belly as your body shook, your eyes closed and the pleasure turned to pain.

“Stop! Stop, please!” You cried, kicking one of your legs back.

He didn’t budge but he did stop. He pulled back and his eyes had darkened in the way you had learned to loathe. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined. You taste as pure as sugar.”

You grimaced, shakily standing and tugging your skirt down. He had rid you of your panties and you didn’t bother to look. You wanted to leave and pretend this had never happened.

The way he spoke disgusted you. You tried not to think about his comments as you stumbled to the door.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, darling. I felt how wet you were.”

+

You had returned to normal. You were back to being a shell of a person.

You woke up sweaty and breathing heavily more times than you would like to admit. As much as the rest of the royal staff — and even Prince Thor — tried, you couldn’t shake what had happened. But you still never told a soul.

I’m just not feeling well, you’d say.

Luckily, Prince Thor still kept you close. You wondered if he knew of the antics of his brother. You liked to believe he was protecting you, that he deemed you worthy of saving.

You still took your own precautions, though. You would make up any excuse not to serve at mealtimes or anywhere Prince Loki knew you frequented. Like the library, the gardens, or the kitchens. You’d rush to your room as quickly as you possibly could at the end of every night, praying you wouldn’t run into the Prince.

It worked for a few days. Until it didn’t.

You shut the door hastily and locked it, sighing in relief at the feeling of security. You turned slowly, feeling your heart plummet to the ground at the sight of the man sitting on your mattress.

“This is not very comfortable,” he said nonchalantly, like he hadn’t broken into your room. It was your only place of solace and you knew it would never feel that way again.

You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him in fear.

“I’ll arrange for you to have a new one put in as soon as possible,” he gave you an unnerving smile.

You didn’t know what to think.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about you, darling,” he stood from the bed. “The taste of you is otherworldly. Nothing compares.”

You took a step back as he took one towards you. “Prince Loki, you should not be here.”

“On the contrary, darling. I have to be here. I am drawn to you, to your sweet little hole. I must feel it. I must be the one to rid you of your innocence. I have waited,” he twirled a piece of your hair around his finger, “far too long.”

You felt your lips wobble, “please, no.”

“But I must, darling,” he made a faux face of worry, “it is your duty to serve me, is it not?”

A tear slipped. You wish you could say no, but he was right. Your mother had taught you to obey all orders no matter what. But this was too much. You didn’t react.

Prince Loki grabbed your chin, his cold, calloused fingers burned your skin. “I want to claim your innocence as my own.”

Tears were falling quickly now and you couldn’t stand it. You didn’t care about what your mother or the other servants had said. This is not what you wanted. He would not claim your virtue.

You shoved him away, bolting towards the door. You fiddled with the locks, holding out hope that you would get out. But your room was small. He had caught up to you before you could unlock it.

The Prince gripped your hair and yanked it back, using his free hand to hold your throat. “You will do as told.”

He shoved you back, causing you to fall onto your bed. The familiar scent of your sheets was tainted with his aroma. How long had he been there?

You wasted no time pulling your clothes off. His eyes were hungry as they raked over your body. You tried to fight him off, pry his hands off but he wouldn’t budge. You watched as he slipped your panties into his pocket. Did he have your other pair?

He leaned down to kiss your pussy, open mouthed and greedy. He moaned at the taste before standing and ridding himself of his bottoms. You tried to run again but he stopped you, giving you a look filled with venom.

You flinched back and he forced your legs open with his own. You feared looking down but you couldn't help yourself.

His cock was red and angry, it was curved and you couldn’t imagine it fitting inside you.

“Prince, no, please, please, no!” You writhed under him, pushing on the hands that held down your wrists.

He propped himself up, hold tight on your wrists as he spit onto your cunt. You weren’t wet this time, you knew that.

That didn’t stop him, he persisted. He gathered the spit with the tip of his dick, circling his hard shaft against your mount.

“Are you afraid?” He asked, eyes trained on your face as you looked down. “I know you are.”

You began to kick your legs. He rolled his eyes and forced your legs open wider with his own, limiting your movements.

His cock brushed your hole and you gasped at the feeling. He began to push himself in and you held your breath, your tears were hot and trailing down your face and neck.

It felt like his finger had, only worse. His cock was bigger and thicker. He leaned down to lap at your tears.

“My little virgin,” he whispered. “You’re all mine, darling.”

You were sobbing uncontrollably as he bottomed out. You still weren’t wet and it felt like sandpaper as he pulled out. It didn’t seem that way for him because his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. He spit a few more times before pushing back in.

You screamed in pain, hoping someone, anyone would come to help you. You knew they could hear you and that only added to your despair. “Please,” you repeated like a mantra. Plearse stop.

“So lovely when you beg, darling,” he said, burying his face into your neck. He licked at the tears that had fallen there and moaned at the taste before thrusting at a steady pace. You couldn’t stop crying.

“Relax, darling. I can feel you getting wetter by the second, just let yourself enjoy it.”

That couldn’t be true. There was no way you were ever going to enjoy an interaction like this. But soon you hear the squelching noises you had heard before and your body let out an involuntary moan. It was quiet but you knew he had heard it. He began to thrust faster, harder.

“You’re so tight, my darling.”

My darling. You felt sick.

You wanted to kick him, punch him, hurt him. He stole your virtue away. He had no right.

Or did he?

“You’re so obedient, my darling. You’re doing so well.”

Finally something had satisfied him, you thought.

You were sobbing as moans and whined fell from your lips, they mingled with his own sounds of pleasure.

You felt the familiar weight in your belly. No, no, no.

His fingers reached to rub circles into your mound. You didn’t last after that.

You spasmed around his cock, your walls clenched around it.

“Fuck, my darling, you’re heavenly,” he panted. “I’m gonna paint your insides white.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that but you didn’t want to find out. You weakly thrashed under him, straining against his hold on your wrists legs and legs.

A sudden burst of warmth shot through your body. He collapsed onto you while you laid frozen in shock.

He had bred you. Your mother had told you to never let a man breed you.

Regulus eyes the soft skin of your legs, the expanse seemingly never ending. Finally his gaze lands on your bare feet, your toenails painted the same pretty pink color he recognized from your manicured fingernails. He remembers your excited expression as your rushed to show him your nails a few days prior. You had practically skipped over to him, nearing shouting his name, “Reggie, Reggie, look at m’new nails!”

“Wow,” he simply said, grabbing the hand you extended towards him. “They’re beautiful, darling.”

You then blushed as you always did when he called you that and sheepishly pulled your hand away from his grasp. He felt himself grow harder at the memory or your expression and his hand traveled down to the waistband of his pants, palming his growing bulge.

You stirred in your sleep, flipping onto your back, your bent leg switching from resting on the scrunched blanket to laying flat on your bed while still angled at the knee. With your legs spread wide, your loose pink shorts exposed your white panties. Regulus felt his cock twitch in his hand and he let out a shaky breath. Was it possible that you did this on purpose? You must’ve known of his night visits after all this time, heavy sleeper or not. Regulus often liked to think that you had him in mind when picking out your pretty sleep sets. Had you thought of him while dressing tonight? Did you think of how his cock would harden as he watched you? How he would settle between your thighs and pull out his leaking, achingly hard cock and use your body as he wished while you slept? You must’ve.

Regulus then climbed onto your bed between your legs. He bent down and pressed his nose into your clothed cunt, inhaling your sweet scent, feeling the natural warmth that radiated from your core. He twitched in his pants again and he couldn’t help but let out a groan from the feeling of your pussy against his face and warm thighs next to his head. He forced his face away, though not before leaving a chaste kiss on your covered pussy.

He then crawled closer to you until his clothed cock was flush against your cunt. He let out a shaky breath at the sight of you under him, your loose tank top failing to cover your breasts really at all, your hand resting lazily on your left one. Your hair was messy, thrown everywhere around your head. One piece thrown across your face and Regulus reached carefully to slowly move it away from your pretty features. He absentmindedly thrusted against you as he stared at your sleeping visage. He groaned and dropped his head, letting himself bury it into your neck as he inhaled your scent and began to rut against you. He placed a messy kiss to your neck, trying his best to withhold his sounds of please and immerse himself completely in you.

He felt himself getting closer and he began to thrust harder and faster, his groans becoming harder to conceal. He lightly bit your exposed shoulder as he came in his pants, shakily continuing to thrust his hips against your sleeping body. He let himself come down from his high still mounted on you, he placed kisses to the side of your neck and top of your shoulder. Finally Regulus lifted himself away from your neck and stared down at your peaceful features, it was like nothing had happened at all but Regulus knew all about your special nighttime activities. He placed an open mouthed, messy kiss to your lips and he could’ve sworn he felt you kiss back. You were so deeply asleep but he knew you wanted him too. Even your sleeping body made it clear.