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Authors note: once again more sexual content.
Lyanna: happy to see you return. :) thanks for the review!
Chapter 7
Cephera was perplexed with herself. Perhaps she had hit her head. She was excited just thinking about tasting him and then when she did she found him salty but not unpleasant. She wasn't daft to these things. She had read books, seen porn. Earth was full of that stuff and her sister was always showing her stuff in amusement.
The actual performing of the act was something she never did. She hoped she could at least bring him to release. She licked around the head but didn't take him into her mouth. She wanted him to seethe in his lust for a bit. She could feel his hips move in anticipation but when she moved back down him without having him enter her mouth she could have sworn she heard him growl.
She felt powerful, in control. It was thrilling having this powerful man at her mercy. She used her left hand to fondle and play with his balls and even sucked on them a moment moving her hand to work his cock. When she licked up him this time she looked up at him threw her bangs and his eyes locked onto hers.
His hands where clenched in fists at his sides. She smiled and took his head into her mouth only till she hit the bottom of the bell. She retracted him and his breath drew in sharply as she did it again. "Damn you women." he breathed his hand momentarily landing on her head and then drew away as he regained control.
She licked across the head and swirled her tongue around it. She heard him groan. She finally gave him what he wanted and slid her mouth all the way down taking as much of him in her mouth as she could fit. "Ahhhh." he ground out and she bobbed back up. She started a rhythm moving her mouth up and down him with her hand in conjunction with her mouth.
When he got close he snaked his fingers into her hair but didn't force her head. His breathing quickened and his hips jerked. She tasted his hot seed as it hit her tongue and she was surprised at its bitterness. She swallowed fast before it turned her stomach. She sat back on her heels licking her lips. They left a little numb.
"Well played songbird." he said his voice husky. She stood and they dressed in silence forgetting the bath all together and she left.
The next few days where stressful for him she could see it on his face. He hadn't tried to touch her since. Hadn't forced her to undress. His mind was clearly elsewhere.
He had been brought upstairs a few times throughout the week to see Odin. Odin had been having trouble deciding on a fitting punishment. On a personal level Odin blamed himself for what Loki had become. Odin's hesitation and Loki's continued incarceration was frustrating Loki.
Two weeks went by and he barely spoke two words to her. On the third week she began to worry for him. Finally on the forth week he was laying in bed as usual but he turned to look at her as she walked in.
"I have been thinking about the story you told me." she looked up quizzically. "I think I know why you wanted it to be true."
"Why?" she stepped closer when he beckoned her over. When she was close enough and her knees touched the bed, he spoke again.
"Because isn't it every servants dream to think someone of no worth could become something worthwhile. To become a princess, to escape the life she has." she smiled at him.
"Thats not why I like the story." he cocked his head to the side, it was his turn to be puzzled. "I like the dynamic of the sisters relationship. Even though one was human the other was willing to die to save her. Their bond was greater then such trivial things as race." he reached out to her taking her hand and pulling her up onto the bed. He wrapped her in his arms making her lay her head on his chest.
"Is that why my being Jotun doesn't scare you. Because race doesn't matter to you. No matter what I am you will always love me." she wanted to correct
him. But of course she did love him so she stayed silent instead. She wasn't about to declare her love for him.
She listened to his heart beating. "Think of it this way. What are we all but flesh and bone. You have a heart and it beats like mine. Your desires and wants are no different from the next person. Servant or royal. We are all made out of the same thing." she paused and squeaked when he sat up quickly forcing her to kneel. He grabbed her by her upper arms and his lips came so close to hers.
He stayed there for a moment just breathing as his lips grazed hers and then he let her go. "Leave me." he said lying back down and looking away from her. Confused she got up and left.
Odin had finally decided Loki would be put through a series of torture's for six months before he would be allowed to reclaim his title of prince and be given freedom to walk the palace. However his magic would be kept at bay. He would still be able to perform it but it was to be only half as powerful until he proved himself trustworthy.
He had demanded that Cephera not be allowed to his cell anymore. He had enough of the girl. She muddled his thoughts and forced from him emotions he didn't want to feel. She would of course be back in his employment after his release but at least he could avoid her. He needed a good fuck. When he got out that was the first thing he would do.
The tortures where bearable. Whippings, hot oils, poisons that made him wither in pain for hours before being applied again. He would heal from it all, no scars would stay. Six months was not such a long time for his kind. After living for centuries he could deal with six months.
And it went by quick. A male servant brought him his meals until he was finally released. When he was released he found it difficult to find a whore to slate his needs. It seemed most of the population where still scared of him. And some of the whores disgusted for what he really was.
For loki this was torture. He, several times, found him satisfying himself and those violet eyes would pop into his head on the moment of his release. She had bewitched him. A mere servant girl. He should have never played his games with her. Never have payed her any attentions.
Since his release he had not seen her. He had made sure of that and yet when he wasn't trying, he'd think of her. He even looked at the apples in his room and mused that they where her favortie before catching his thoughts and having the apples removed from his sight.
Cephera walked the beach. Loki never called her anymore. She hadn't seen him in almost a year. The six months he was being tortured she was sure he'd want her there but she had been wrong. And then he got out and though she knew he was using his tower and bedroom she had not seen him. He was avoiding her this she was sure of.
Six more months later she found herself feeling lonely. She had way to much time on her hands and found the beach had now become her refudge. She was shunned even more by the other servants for her loyality to the traitor prince and didn't have a single friend. The Byfrost was still in repair and her sister was worlds away.
She was surrounded by people everyday but she was the loneliest person on Asgard. She sat in the sand and cried. It had been a long time since she had cried. She hadn't allowed herself to give into the sad emotions. Grief just swallowed you up and left you drained but now she couldn't help it. It had been building up within her for so long now she just let it go.
She cried till the sun went down and then fell asleep in the sand her cheek touching its softness. She woke when the water began to touch that cheek but she didn't bother getting up. It wasn't high enough to drown her. She just let it wash the dried tears from that side of her face and when she got a mouthful she finally sat up.
The beach was still deserted. She climbed shakily to her feet and not so gracefully made her way to the lagoon. Feeling her despair way heavily upon her she removed all her clothes and slid into the naturally warm water.
She couldn't touch the bottom. She tread water for a bit and then swam inside the cave. She climbed onto the cold cave floor and collapsed into a heavy sleep curled up on her side.
The sound of birds woke her. She opened her eyes slowly. Her head ached and her eyes burned from having been crying. She felt hungover, something she had only experienced one. She didn't like it then and liked it even less now.
She screamed when she sat up and Loki was sat on the cave floor a few feet away. She covered her mouth quickly and listened as the echo of her scream died down. "I don't remember giving you leave to take a vacation." he said his eyes narrowed.
"I didn't. I did all my work yesterday."
"You did not come when I called you."
"I'm sorry I didn't hear you." she felt exposed suddenly. He had seen her naked before several times now but she hadn't felt so exposed. His eyes where raking over her in an angry way.
"I think I've been to kind to you, to lax." he tossed her clothes to her. "get dressed. She did her hands shaking. She was shocked to notice her cap. She hadn't worn it in so long. "All of it." she wrapped her hair up and put the cap snugly over it. "If you forget to bow to your prince from now on I will stike you. If you do not come when I call I will strike you harder. You are not to speak to me unless I give you permission. You will only do the things I expressly tell you to and nothing extra understood." she nodded numbly. "Oh and do not look up at me. Keep your eyes cast downward. From far to long you've gotten to comfortable with your position that you forget your true place."
He motioned for her to leave him and she teleported home. When she reached her room she bit back the fresh tears wanting to spill. She breathed it out of her and waited. When she was calmer she left her room and went about the chores she knew should had to do no matter what.
