Brynja ran a brush through her long, dark waves as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Under Loki's irritatingly careful eye, the dark smudges beneath her eyes faded and her somewhat gaunt face filled out. Save for the bite marks the King had peppered her skin with, she looked more like her normal self. Several days had passed, during which the King had taken to marking her. Idly she traced a finger along the raised skin of the blemishes, wincing as her fingertip brushed against a particularly sore spot.
Standing with a huff, she tried rearranging her dress to cover the bites, but the piece consisted of so little fabric that each time she moved to cover one bruise, another emerged. Brynja kicked at the chain connected to her ankle. The poor girl could only take so much. She'd had enough of being held captive and abused by a greedy monarch. She wanted to go home. Fists tightening in anger, Brynja whirled, looking for something to throw.
She startled when Loki spoke from the mouth of the tent.
"They become you," he motioned at the marks.
The Princess glared.
"Says the man responsible for them."
The King chuckled, striding towards her.
Brynja pulled nervously at her dress. Her sleeveless gown hung from a gleaming golden collar around her neck, secured around her waist with a matching belt. She wore no shoes. Loki's reasoning was that she was less likely to run away in bare feet. He had gifted her with cuffs to wear around her upper arms; twin golden serpents twisted around her biceps, glittering with emerald-studded eyes.
Her master halted several inches from the girl and spun her so she faced the mirror once more. Standing behind Brynja, his hard chest pressed against her back as he ran his cool hands over her body. He explored the marks he left on her breasts, delighting in the whimpers she made beneath his fingers.
"Are you lonely?"
She frowned, making eye contact with his reflection in the mirror.
"I spend the day cooped up in your tent like a pet. Of course I'm lonely."
Boredly he ran his finger along the ridge of her collarbone.
"I thought perhaps one of your sisters could join us."
Brynja stiffened, her eyes wide in horror. Her voice was no louder than a whisper.
"Which do you have? Where are you keeping her?"
Loki smirked and shook his head.
"Oh, dearest. Do not fret. I simply thought that if you insisted on sulking around camp, I should find us a companion. Does that not sound enjoyable?"
"Please," she breathed. "Please don't."
"But having another girl would take some of the pressure off you, little peach. I could use your sister one night, then you the next. You would have a break."
He cupped her breast with one hand, coaxing her nipple into a firm peak with his thumb and then rolling it between his fingers.
The Princess damned the shudder that trembled through her body as her eyes stung with unfallen tears. She looked at him through the mirror, arms hanging at her sides.
"What do you want? Why are you doing this?"
"I am talking of reuniting you with family members and you question me?" He scoffed. "Is it too much to ask you to feign happiness? You are so morose," he made a face. "Would you rather I sell you to the slavers? If you think they will treat you better than I, you do not yet know misery, girl."
Solemnly Brynja shook her head.
"Good. Then bring me something to eat."
She twisted angrily from the King's hands and fetched a tray of food from the corner of the room.
"Place it on the bed."
She did as instructed. Once finished, she took a step back, placing as much distance as possible between herself and the cot.
"Undress."
With an icy glare and trembling fingers she unfasted the fabric from her collar and let it slip from her body. Without needing to be told, she crawled onto the bed, pulling her knees tightly to her chest. She hadn't been it since her first night. After his cruel trick she had been too furious to sleep next to him, and over the past few days he'd only taken her on the floor or the chair instead of his cot. She'd forgotten how comfortable it was. She couldn't help that she was a Princess, used to finer things. Never did she picture herself sleeping on the floor.
Loki undressed as well and climbed in next to her, sampling some of the meat and cheese from the tray. His eyes closed and he groaned in satisfaction as he chewed.
"Vanaheim does make the most delicious cheeses, does it not? I believe my men plucked one of your castle chefs from the pens several days ago. I hope they kept him alive, this is scrumptious."
The girl winced but kept quiet.
After a moment, Loki held a single grape out to Brynja, but when she reached to take it from him Loki tutted her, shaking his head.
"No hands."
A moment passed before her eyes widened as she realized what he desired.
"I am not a child nor an animal to handfeed," she hissed. "I eat by myself."
"Mm, how wrong you are. If I want you to be an animal, you will be an animal. Now, eat."
Shaking with rage, she leaned forward and took the fruit between her teeth, then pulled it into her mouth with her tongue.
As she chewed, Loki traced the curve of her breast with a devious smile. Brynja's breath hitched.
"Good girl," he purred. "I can see why enjoying my touch pains you; a girl like you needs to be in charge. My taking away your control destroys you. I can see it."
The Princess tried to convince her facial muscles to go slack. She longed to wear an expressionless mask as she battled against him. Each time he opened his mouth Loki inspired a scowl or a huff in her, and she knew he got a rise out of it. Brynja continuously failed to stow her emotions. Her features were too bright, too expressive to hide from him.
When the King fed her a bit of bread and cheese, a few crumbs remained on his fingertips.
"Clean them," he instructed.
Pursing her lips, dying to defy him, Brynja steeled herself with a sigh and leaned forward. She demurely wrapped her tongue around his thumb, then first and middle finger, her rich, warm eyes staring at him murderously as she licked and sucked his fingers. The King watched her with an appreciative groan.
Loki kept his fingers in her mouth for longer than necessary, a fact they both knew. After several minutes of laving at his hand, the Princess was unable to help herself: her teeth closed around his index finger. It wasn't a full on bite, but she most definitely succeeded in nipping him.
Loki grunted as he pulled his hand from her mouth, examining the damage done to his finger.
Chest rising and falling rapidly with adrenaline, Brynja smirked.
"Now you wear my mark as well."
Without missing a beat, the King reached forward and wound his hand in her hair, earning a shriek from the girl as he tugged her over his lap.
"That was not a wise choice, little peach. I thought you smarter than that. Is there a certain sister you think would suit me best? How old is the youngest?"
The poor girl froze, unable to breathe.
"She's only eleven," she murmured.
Loki sighed, "I have no need for another child in my bed, I already have one," he growled, jerking her hair.
Brynja bit her lip in a failed attempt to keep silent.
"I am not a child," she grumbled.
The King ignored her. His eyes swept over Brynja's body and he licked his lips. Her hips had grown more plump, as had her arse. Appreciatively he ran his hand down her flank, then skimmed his fingers along the curve of her bottom which was positioned perfectly over his lap.
"You behaved like a child and you will be punished as one."
The girl yelped and her entire body jolted at the first slap. A red handprint bloomed on her rear where he'd struck her. Incredulously she yelled out at him.
"What are you doing!"
She clenched her fists and she tried to bury her face in the bedclothes to muffle her cries, but Loki roughly yanked her towards him, causing her back to arch.
"You will give me every scream, cry and tear I demand from you. Do you understand?"
Finally, she submitted. With a whimper the Princess nodded. Reluctantly she released her lower lip from between her teeth.
"Good girl."
Immediately his words were followed by another squeal as his palm collided with her rear. Her cries grew angrier as he carried on. The girl wriggled over his lap when the strikes began overlapping previous red marks, her eyes welling with tears. Body rigid, Brynja bitterly kicked her feet as a drop of moisture trickled down her cheek. The Princess' whimpers turned in to soft cries and eventually her body relaxed more with each stinging smack. Slowly her mind grew fuzzy and everything but the King faded away. After she was completely boneless, Loki gave her one final slap before rewarding her by smoothing his cool hand over her hot, angry skin.
"Shhhh," he crooned, stroking her hair as she cried softly. "Did you learn your lesson, little one? Will you ever try something like that again?"
"No, your Grace," she whispered.
He groaned.
"Such a pretty, pretty toy." He held his finger before her lips. "Now, give it a kiss."
Obediently, as she no longer had the energy to object, the girl pressed her soft lips against his extended finger. Absorbed in the task before her and the hot throbbing of her rear, she didn't notice when he spread her thighs. Deftly the King dipped a finger between her legs, the corner of his mouth curling into a dark smile at what he found.
"Someone enjoyed their ridicule."
All she could muster was a weak whimper that turned into a low moan as Loki's fingers began stroking along her slit. Brynja was exhausted from her punishment.
"Can you feel how wet you are? Just like a little whore."
When she didn't respond, he stopped, which got her attention. Whining in protest, she tried to turn but he flexed his fingers in her hair.
"Answer the question."
"Yes, my King."
"Better."
He resumed his probing, dipping into her core and using the slick moisture to tease his finger around her clit. The girl shuddered, unconsciously parting her thighs further. Loki chuckled, pulling his other hand from her dark locks to squeeze the glowing red skin of her rump, earning himself a groan from the girl in his lap. She was dazed, so overwhelmed by sensation that she only vaguely registered the King's fingers slipping inside her.
"Ooh," she murmured.
Loki snickered, but Brynja was too far gone to bother being annoyed. Her hips began to rock of their own volition and her hands dug into blanket beneath them as Loki slowly began fucking her with his fingers. They slid easily in and out of the girl and he increased his pace, coaxing sighs and moans from the Princess as her tears quickly dried. Soon, she was bucking against his hand, using her arms to push herself back on his fingers. He chuckled and lifted her hip, rolling her onto her back.
"I want to watch your pretty little face when you come apart for me."
Brynja's cheeks flooded with color, but should couldn't force herself to break his gaze. She swallowed hard as he slipped his fingers back inside her, gently but insistently rubbing his fingertips against that internal bundle of nerves.
The girl's jaw parted slowly and her eyes grew round as he rubbed, heat blooming in her belly. She arched her back, desperately trying to thrust against his hand as he pumped his fingers into her.
"You are so wet I can fucking hear you," he purred.
His fingers drove into her with wet smack after smack as her lips parted into an "O". Still unsure of the chaos that led up to that indescribable feeling of pleasure, her brows raised as he took her higher and higher. With a cry she came for him, her hips rising up off his lap and thrusting wantonly as her hot cunt throbbed and gushed around his fingers. He crooned quiet obscenities to her as she came down, lecherously running his free hand over her belly and breasts.
"Good girl."
The King hauled her to him and sat her on his lap. Teasingly he nuzzled his nose against hers and the poor girl licked her lips, pulling away and looking at his mouth. He crooned at her.
"Do you want a kiss?"
Shyly Brynja nodded.
"You have to earn it. Clean my fingers."
He held them to her mouth, silently testing her obedience.
She bit her lip and eyed his wet fingers. Slowly she took them, swirling her tongue over every inch to clean them properly. The girl looked him in the eye as she worked and she earned a groan from Loki.
Pulling his hand from her mouth, the King cupped her jaw firmly. Anxiously her eyes searched his, afraid he was toying with her. When his mouth slammed against Brynja's, he made it clear there was no joke. Loki nipped at her lips, his teeth knocking hers. His mouth drifted to her jaw and he bit her, adding yet another mark to her collection.
With a growl of her own, Brynja gripped his face in both hands and pulled him away from her jaw, centering him so that his mouth was back on hers. He chuckled against her lips and massaged them with his own. As the kiss deepened, Loki maneuvered her onto her back and settled between her thighs. Her knees fell apart willingly as he continued ravaging her mouth, forcing quiet whimpers from his captive. She was so slick from his earlier attentions that when he entered her, he did so easily in one deep thrust. She groaned, her head falling back against a pillow as he began to drive his hips against hers. It didn't hurt as much anymore, and that tug deep in her tummy came much sooner.
She began meeting him thrust for thrust and he smirked down at her.
"Not so chaste anymore, are you?"
Aside from furiously narrowing her eyes, she gave no response. She struggled to so much as comprehend his words.
When Loki let out a tortured groan, Brynja's velvety walls contracted and the King looked down at her with hooded eyes.
"Do you like pleasing me?"
Immediately the girl shook her head. She was a prisoner. Not a common whore. She didn't please people.
The King licked his thumb and slipped his band between them, seeking out her clit. She jerked when he found it and he watched intently as her breath stuttered when he began rubbing it in slow circles.
"Are you sure you don't like pleasing me, little peach?"
Again she shook her head, but this time her eyes were unfocused as she panted beneath him. Increasing the strength of his thrusts, Loki rode her mercilessly and continued assaulting her pearl.
"You are not allowed to come unless I give you permission. If you do, I will bend you over my knee tonight and spank you until you can no longer sit, little girl. Now, tell me you like pleasing me."
Brynja was so torn. Hopelessly, helplessly torn. That feeling in her belly was driving her mad; she needed some kind of relief. She couldn't take anymore torture.
"I do," she choked.
"You do what?"
"Like pleasing you—I like pleasing you," she whimpered, her hips bucking without rhythm.
"Good, good little slut," he praised. "You may come."
With a wail her body tensed, trembling as she came for him once again. She could feel nothing but the explosion deep within her. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open in a very un-princess like fashion as she found herself, to her disgust, thanking him again and again for granting her permission to feel such bliss.
Loki grunted as he fucked her through her orgasm, hips mercilessly slapping against hers as he watched her fall completely to pieces beneath him. As soon as Brynja went boneless beneath him, he reared up on his knees and slipped his arms beneath her legs, holding the girl wide open. He pummeled her, coaxing moans and whimpers from his Princess as he sought his own satisfaction. With a shout his head dropped back and he came, spurting rope after rope of creamy, hot come inside his captive.
Though still panting, Loki was first to recover. He pulled out of her and padded to his wash basin to wet a towel. Lazily he cleaned himself and returned to the bed, dropping the cloth on the girl's stomach.
"Use it, before you make a mess," he grumbled as he pushed her over and slid beneath the sheets.
Chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath, Brynja felt a stab of shame as the King rolled over, his back to her. Apparently he was done using her for the night. Quietly she cleansed herself and slipped from the bed to deposit the cloth into a pile of Loki's dirty clothes that lay in the corner of the tent.
She chewed her lip as she watched the sleeping King, wringing her hands as she debated whether or not to return to his bed. With a quiet, confused sigh she tiptoed to her pallet beside his cot and lay down, tugging a blanket over herself as she pulled her knees to her chest and tried to sleep.