Chapter Three: The Subjugation Returns

"Pet..." Loki said, his voice sounding irritated.

Lucy looked away from the mirror, given to her by the God of Lies himself. Her eyes latched onto Loki, sitting on the edge of her bed with his hands clasped together.

She tilted her head to the side.

"You did not clean well enough." He said.

Lucy blushed when she realized what Loki meant. No, she had not cleaned herself at all. A simple dip in her bath was all Lucy remembered. Thoughts had interrupted her intentions, and she paled in fear that Loki would become angry with her.

He stood then, towering her even from a distance, before another form appeared behind Lucy and grabbed her.

This other Loki was clothed fully. Helm and armour, all of it. He looked as irritated as Real Loki, who snapped and merely nodded his head to the privy. They both went. Lucy being forced to go with them. Real Loki went straight for the shower, which Lucy had not noticed beforehand.

On, came the water, steaming and billowing with clouds that fogged up the room. That water also smelled like flowers. Lucy felt Fake Loki grab her upper arms, almost underneath her armpits, and hoist her off the floor. He advanced to Real Loki and the shower. Real Loki smirked, vanishing his copy.

"I will bathe you properly."

Into the shower, only after Loki motioned her to, Lucy went, taking a sharp breath when the heat hit her skin. She reddened instantly, and Loki frowned. He did not like this.

"Humans..." He breathed, turning the heat of the water down, "Cannot stand pure hot water, can you?"

Lucy swallowed.

Loki grabbed, what Lucy recognized, feminine wash. She blushed profusely at it, and then stumbled back against the shower wall. Was she really that dirty?

Loki did not like this either. He used a free hand to clasp around Lucy's shoulder, forcibly pulling his pet away and closer to him. He hunched down almost completely to the floor, before knocking Lucy's legs open wide so he could inspect her. Before Lucy knew it, the cloth that harbored the soap, was against her mound, and making their way partially between the lips of her pussy.

She wanted to squirm, but, for some reason, she was unable to move completely. She could feel restraints holding her, but lucy could not see them. The God of Trickery worked her, cleansing every inch of Lucy's delicate womanhood. The more he did this, the more sensitive Lucy became.

Shamefully, Lucy felt her brink approaching right as Loki removed himself from her flower. She was completely beet red in the face. The restraints loosened, and must have disappeared completely, for Lucy slumped against Loki, and trembled.

"You are so weak." He murmured into her ear. "At least you are clean, Pet."

Lucy felt Loki's arms snake around her, and the water turned off without being touched. Up, she was in his arms like a bride on her wedding night, and they were in her bedchambers in no time. Lucy felt herself become taken over by a haze, one she'd not felt before. Loki was looking at her, and Lucy figured it was his doing, this haze. She was unable to process any major thoughts, and barely able to keep her eyes open.

This was not intended, not for her to sleep. Loki did, however, lay Lucy on her bed, before crawling into himself. He was searching for something, she could see the blur of his profile as he looked around the room. When the item was located, Loki summoned it to him, and popped open a lid that Lucy supposed was on it.

Then, through her haze, she knew what that item was.

It was time for her to be bed again.

Lucy made a humming noise in her throat, that Loki could also hear. He had some of the watery, oil-like liquid on his slender fingers.

First, he spread Lucy's pussy lips, and massaged some of the lubrication along her slit, and then fully inside her. Lucy moaned at the feel of him, only to hear his sultry snicker in her vibrating eardrums. The pain lingered there, it stung when the lubrication touched her.

Next, Loki proceeded in spouting some of that liquid onto his member, which had grown hard in anticipation of what he was going to do. There would be no foreplay this time around. He was too aroused to tease. He did not want to stall.

With his hands, after vanishing the lubrication, Loki pulled Lucy close enough so that his hips were centimeters from hers. His grip was tight, as per normal, when he positioned himself right at her opening.

It was fairly easy, thanks to the slick of her arousal mixed with the lubrication, to slide into Lucy. She "mew"ed at this, as he shuddered and snapped her out of the haze he'd bestowed to her.

Lucy's eyes fluttered open wide, realizing that Loki was deep inside of her belly, ready to send him, and most likely herself, to the brink of pleasure.

While her mind gained all the sense back enough to scream at her for what was happening, Lucy lay there, trying to prepare herself for when Loki moved. She needed to grow used to this, yes?

After all, she would not see the likes of Earth again if he killed her for not doing as she was told.

"Do you feel me inside you, harlot? Do you feel my throbbing length, ready to take you to your release?"

Lucy felt her arms being pulled around Loki's neck, as his hands gently travelled along her sides. She watched his face, feeling him twitch inside of her, as it went from his usual mischevious manner, to a more, pleasured expression. Beautiful. Lucy thought, shocking herself at the compliment silently given to the God.

Was he going to manipulate her brain as well?

Lucy reminded herself who he was. That he'd plucked her from her life, and was practically destroying it with each passing second. She should be fighting Loki, not just lying there beneath him.

All those thoughts were pushed aside the moment Loki pulled himself back, and slammed back inside of Lucy with amazing force, several times.

He moaned, as did Lucy, when her nails dug into Loki's shoulder. The lubrication definitely eased the pain as he moved, and it helped that she was not tense like the first time.

"Good girl..." Loki breathed, "Enjoy this. Feel me as I fuck you raw."

Loki kept a hold on Lucy's hips. He buried his face into her neck, breathing hot air around her when he did so. His own hips moved, a different approach, in a circular motion. Lucy moaned, loud. Her legs, somehow, managed to wrap around Loki, in which Loki approved of, because he placed his hands underneath each of her knees.

"Loki... Loki..." Lucy moaned licentiously. She liked the way it felt to have him kissing her, riding her.

It frightened her.

These were contradictions.

She was ultimately conflicted.

"Come, pet..." Loki said.

Lucy bit into the God's shoulder, a movement that was not voluntarily done by her mind. His plea meant he must be close to his own release.

"Come!" He shouted, through his teeth, as he, suddenly, pulled himself and Lucy into an upright sitting position. Loki managed to keep himself swathed inside of Lucy, but now, technically, she was on top of him. Sitting in his lap, rather. Loki was not going to lie back. Every inch of him was pressing against Lucy's own body.

His hands were, once again, hugging her hips, as he begin to move her up and down on top of him.

Lucy's heart sped up, able to look slightly down at the God as he moaned into her bosom. She knew she would have to at least try and move independently, it was just knowing how that kept her from doing so.

Loki's moans were becoming a little breathier, and he arched his neck back with his head hanging in a lull. Lucy could see his muscles, the urge to kiss them overtaking her immediately. It was then, Lucy placed both her hands upon Loki's shoulders, pressed her lips to him, and began moving her hips in a rhythm that made Loki choke on a moan.

Breath hitching, Loki plentifully welcomed this. His hands spread over Lucy's back, before holding her. It was the first little sliver of control Lucy felt, but it was not guaranteed in the slightest. She knew that just because she felt in control, did not entirely mean it was true.

"Yes... Yes, Pet." Loki moaned beautifully.

His voice reverberated off the walls each time he did this.

Lucy could not hold it in any longer.

It was simultaneous, both of them falling over the edge. Loki started to thrust at an almost bone aching pace the moment his liquids spurt forth into Lucy's belly. He did so until he could not bare it any longer, until Lucy, already trembling from her first orgasm, was brought to another edge and orgasmed again, and again.

Then, finally, he exited her and kissed Lucy full on the lips.

Lucy tried finding the means of breathing again. It was one thing to be sent over her edge once... But, in her fascination, Lucy had been sent over it twice after, only less than a minute after Loki, himself, had ejaculated into her.

Sorcery. Lucy told herself.

Or maybe Loki was also the God of Ecstacy too.

Sleep came, and Lucy did not fight it this time. She was facing Loki in her rest, tangled up in him.

She could think about the guilt in the morning, when she would be left alone, maybe with the maidservant.

For now, Lucy slept, and dreamt.