AN: Suppose I should put a warning at the top of this one. Fairly graphic sexual content contained within. If you don't want to read something like that, I suggest you stop reading this fic now. It's not exactly PWP but it's not too far off. Enjoy.
Ingénue
Kenna forced herself to stay in the library despite the near impossibility to maintain her concentration in the face of what she'd just agreed to. This could go on as long as ten weeks. If it took Prince Loki the entirety of that time, then she would have to maintain her studies. All day she stayed, all day she forced the knowledge, willed it to stay in her mind despite how her hands would shake as she turned the pages of her book. The undulating hollowness that would start in the center of her chest before sliding down to the apex of her legs made concentrating on any one concept for any amount of time difficult as well. Yet she stayed. It wasn't until the sky beyond the windows began to deepen in color that Kenna allowed herself to leave.
She walked somewhat stiffly, all the way back to her room. Every muscle of her body felt tense. Her jaw ached and it took her a second to realize that her teeth had likely been clenched since the prince left her. She shook her head and tried to relax. It was in vain but she continued to try anyway. She finally arrived at her room and opened the door. She stopped before her foot crossed the threshold. Her room was small and contained only a bed, a desk and a small wardrobe. So the large golden cloth bundle in the center of her bed, stood out immediately. She took a deep breath and entered.
Kenna ran her fingers along the surface of the package before pulling at the cord that held the whole thing together. It slipped off easily and she pulled at the corners. The golden fabric fell away to reveal emerald green silk. It was a dress. She cringed. He was dressing her for their encounter. She picked it up and beneath it was a subdued golden, hooded robe and a note. She set the dress, the style far too scanty for her liking, aside and picked up the parchment. The letters of each carefully crafted word were inked in flawless handwriting.
'These will allow you to blend into the scenery of the palace. Wear the hood up and the eyes of all but the most astute will pass over you as though you were not there. Enter the palace through the east gated gardens…"
The rest of the note directed her movements through the palace, somewhere she had never had any cause to enter. She sighed. She had cause now.
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She stood outside his door, arriving just when he'd bid her to. She raised her hand to knock quietly and hesitated. Her heart was beating so furiously in her chest because she couldn't stop thinking about what would happen once she entered that room. She was giving up everything she knew and trading it for nothing but the unknown. The moment she moved past the threshold, it would all be over. She would never see her father again, never see her home again but she would escape Fraener, escape a life that would no longer be her own.
"Having second thoughts?" A sultry voice whispered next to her ear, his cool breath ghosting down her neck. Kenna barely contained the yelp of surprise that threatened to escape. She shuddered instead. He didn't touch her as he stepped around to lean casually against the door.
"N-no." She stuttered out.
"It would be best if we did not start this night with lies little one." His eyes looked almost black in the low light of the hall and absolutely predatory. It took all of Kenna's willpower to keep from stepping away from him. If she did that, it would all be over. She knew he would not tolerate anything that spoke of rejection, not at this point. She'd come too far and she would not repeat the same mistake as she had in the arena. She took a deep breath, her decision made.
"Are you going to invite me in?" He smiled at her words and dipped his head slightly as the door seemed to open of its own volition, more of his magic on display, like his magical cloak that kept her hidden as she walked through the palace00. He gestured with a graceful, pale hand for her to enter. She bowed her own head in deference and stepped through. She stopped just inside and looked at the inner sanctum of her promised deliverer. It was immense, that she expected, but she was surprised to find it mostly devoid of furnishings. Instead, the walls were lined with bookcases. It could have been apart of the great library except that the large bed set in the center of the room destroyed that feeling immediately. It was the only truly obscene item in the room. It covered more floor space than her quarters had floor. The only light came from a fireplace against the wall and a lit brazier off the balcony. It flooded the room in an orange, undulating glow. That was as much time as she was allowed for inspection before the dark prince walked in front of her. He roughly grasped her chin, bringing her eyes up to meet his and making sure he had her undivided attention before he spoke.
"You are here and per our arrangement, you will not deny me anything from now until the sun breaks the distant horizon or until I dismiss you. You will not push me away, you will not resist any proclivity shown you and you will do exactly as I say as soon as I bid it. Do you understand me?" He moved impossibly closer to her until the planes of their bodies touched. Kenna shivered but didn't dare look away from him, lifting her chin even higher to keep contact with his eyes.
"Yes."
"Good." He smiled before leaning down and bringing his lips only a fraction of an inch away from hers. "However, feel free to scream all you like." He added darkly before he pushed her roughly against the now closed door. He didn't move, instead, he took a step back and surveyed her for the delicacy she presented. Kenna couldn't stop how quickly she was breathing. She already knew the terms of their deal and didn't require reminding. She had learned long ago that he simply enjoyed the sound of his own voice. He had already made it clear that he would be the one enjoying this night and not her. Her only real fear lay in now knowing what he had planned.
'I promise only that you will not leave my quarters with any… permanent damage.'
She managed to maintain eye contact until he spoke again.
"Remove everything." He smiled at her, his arms crossed casually across his chest after he lazily pointed to her body. Kenna let out a long breath and did her best not to hesitate. With trembling hands, she pulled the hood of her cloak back, revealing her pale face and dark hair to him. She pulled at the simple tie around her neck and let it fall to the floor at her feet. She wore a simple, ankle length halter dress. She reached behind her neck with both hands, shaking slightly, and unhooked it. She took another deep breath before letting go, the entire dress slipped almost soundlessly against the curves of her body and down to the floor. She started to put her hands back at her sides when his voice stopped her.
"No. Let your hair down." He quietly commanded. "And look at me." Her eyes shot back up to his. He was smirking but it wasn't his lips that made her shiver but the dark look to his eyes. Kenna did as she was told and slowly unwound the dyed leather strapping that held her thick mass of hair atop her head. The cool tresses fell about her bare shoulders and tickled her shoulder blades as it fell.
"Now press the backs of your hands to the door beside your head." Kenna silently obeyed, her breathing still dangerously fast, causing her bosom to heave with each intake of air. Her breath hitched in her throat when he finally moved. "Beautiful." He whispered. She expected him to approach her from the front but at the last moment, he stepped to the side and leaned against the door next to her, much like he had on the other side only minutes before. That now seemed like an eternity ago. He traced a line with the backs of his fingers from her elbow down the side of her body to her hip before he turned his hand, sliding his palm across the front of her pelvis and dipping down to cup her sex. She shut her eyes a moment in trepidation and she heard him chuckle smoothly.
"Open your eyes my little soon-to-be run away." She did so and he moved slightly away from the wall, resting his head on her raised forearm, looking down at her. Then he let the same hand run up her body, over the flat of her stomach, the hollow below her sternum and between the valley of her breasts. His hand came up and he delicately traced her lips with two slender fingers. "Open your mouth." She could feel his breath against her forehead. She fought against her hesitation, a battle she almost lost as she parted her lips. She let him slide those two digits against her tongue. "Suckle them." All the while staring into her eyes, his smirk slowly growing into something more. She wouldn't call it a smile, more like some lust-derived grimace. Keeping her eyes open and looking into his proved to be far harder than completing her newest task. She nursed the fingers in her mouth while he probed, as if searching for something.
"Good girl." He said as he pulled the now wet digits from her mouth. "Remember that for later when I ask you for something similar." He then pushed himself off the door to stand fully in front of her. In contrast to the slow, deliberate movements to which he'd been relegating himself until now, he suddenly grabbed her thigh with his other hand and lifted it to the height of her hip, the heat of her sex suddenly exposed to the cool night air. With no warning, he pressed his fingers, wetted with her saliva as deep as they would go inside of her.
She cried out, squeezing her eyes shut. It couldn't be helped. He seemed to understand this because he didn't reprimand her for her loss of eye contact. Instead, he pressed his thigh against her raised leg, freeing his other hand and allowing him to run it into the hair at the base of her neck. He grasped it firmly and pulled harshly down, forcing her head back, exposing her neck and causing her back to arch.
"Is this what you expected a man's first touch to your delicate little quim to feel like?" He spoke darkly to her neck before he attacked it. Kenna could do nothing but cry out once more as the cacophony of sensations overwhelmed her. It was discomfort more than pain she felt as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. She didn't feel pain until he bit down on her shoulder but the feeling was short lived as he immediately lathed his tongue over the reddened flesh. "But knowing your intended, it probably is." He laughed at his own cruel joke before pulling her head back even further as he leaned down to take one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. She didn't even try to prevent the moan that escaped her lips. Her mind felt like mush and her only real conscious thought centered on trying to keep the one leg that supported her from buckling beneath her. He seemed to read her mind as he let her other leg go and ripped his fingers from her. He released her hair and took a few steps back from her, surveying her yet again in her newest state. His withdrawal left her spinning as she unconsciously let her arms drop to help steady her against the door.
"Look at me." He commanded once more. Kenna vaguely noted the faint flush on his normally pale cheeks but her eyes were quickly drawn to the movement of his hands that languidly began to undo the bindings at the waste of his leather pants. "I am going to enjoy this." He removed his hardened self from the confines of his pants, lightly stroking it as he advanced on her once more. Kenna just stared at him, her mouth slightly open. She felt as though she were in a dream as she felt herself lifted off the ground and pressed firmly against the door. He wrapped one of her legs around his waist while she did the same with the other on her own. She felt the heat of him, pressed intimately to her and she almost cried out for him to stop. So this was how it was to happen, she would lose her virtue to a prince of Asgard against a door. Instead of pushing him away, she bit her bottom lip and turned her head to the side. He spoke directly into the ear she presented him.
"Do you offer yourself to this freely? To me?" His voice sounded strained.
"Yes." She choked out.
"Look at me my pet."
"Please." It was torture to stare into his eyes, especially knowing what was about to happen.
"Tut, tut, tut. You were doing so well, do not spoil it now." She moaned but finally turned her head. Her eyes were lowered to his still fully clothed chest. "Up here little one." Slowly she brought them up. She saw the tensed nature of his jaw, the grim set of his lips with their tiny smirk and finally to his dark green eyes. Then she screamed.
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He relished the way that everything about her tensed around him. Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips, the hand on his shoulder grasped him almost painfully even through his tunic while the other hand's nails dug into the scruff of his neck and her feminine heat clenched around him so tightly, it was almost painful.
Almost.
He held back his moan and waited only so long as for her scream to subside before pulling out of her only to fully sheath himself once more. This earned him another, far shorter, far quieter scream but this time he didn't wait. He thrust into her again and again until her screams turned to grunts and then until her grunts turned to breathy gasps. He had never been granted anything like this before and if he had, it would have been disingenuous on his part to get a maiden here and in this manner. She, however, had willingly given herself to this. She didn't expect tenderness and he had no desire to give it. She belonged to him for now. She was truly his. For the first time in all his years, something was his and his alone. This was not something bestowed upon him by his father. It was not something passed over by his brother. He was the only one that could provide her with what she desired. He won it and no other would ever have her in such a manner. She was his, her chastity was his and it was given to him. He had never known a more formidable feeling that what he was experiencing right then.
He continued to press her into the door with his bucking hips, keeping her steady with one hand on her silky backside. With his other hand, he grasped her chin. It was time to look at those eyes again and see what they had to say now.
"Open. Your. Eyes." He said each word between thrusts, through clenched teeth. She opened them before he got out the second word. They were shining with tears that he had caused and he loved it. No matter where she went or for how long she lived, she would always remember this. He smirked at her because despite the tears, there was no fear or hate in her eyes, just determination and pain. Now that was something remarkable.
"To whom do you belong, right here, right now?" He asked as he stared at a tear that slowly dripped down her cheek, never breaking his rhythm.
"To you." She gasped out. "To you Prince Loki." She repeated after she'd seen his eyes narrow. He gave her another smirk.
"You gave this willingly? To me and me alone?"
"Yes." She sobbed, more tears coming to her eyes as he sped up his assault. He pressed his forehead against hers and continued to look into her eyes right up until the moment of his release. He moaned quietly as he jerked into her unevenly a few more times, his eyes shut tightly. He was breathing heavily as he came back to himself. He could feel her uneven and clipped breath against his lips. He allowed himself to smile. He'd done it. He'd taken her exactly as he'd wanted. Even spent, it felt absolutely amazing to be embraced so intimately within her. This was a bliss he'd never known. A hundred women had graced his bed but none had satisfied him the way this ingénue little creature had. Though he was loath to do it, he pulled from her heat and set her down on wobbly legs. As he replaced himself back within the confines of his breeches, he could see the red that stained her thighs and the trail of what he had given her run through it. He couldn't help the pride that swelled within him at knowing that this was no one's but his, that he would be the only one to ever see such. He reached down and touched it, fascinated by the simplicity. She flinched.
"Do not be shy now." He cooed as he ran his fingers though his gift to her, turned pink by her virginal blood. "This is what would have been on your marriage bed. They would have hung the sheets from your window for all to see just how virtuous you were and just how virile your husband." He brought what was on his fingers to the level of his eyes and studied it for a few moments before reaching into his tunic with his other hand and retrieving a kerchief. He wiped off his fingers then grasped her hand and placed the balled up scrap of silk in it. "A token of your virtue that you gave to me against a door." It was the first time he'd seen defiance in her eyes. He'd offended her. He didn't care since she didn't act on it and took the small piece of silk all the same. "Now dress and go. I'll not have need of you for the rest of the night. You have satisfied me well and you need to heal. Come to me again in three days. That should provide you more than enough time to tend to yourself."
He watched as she stepped into her gown and pulled it up to cover her lithe body. A shame, to cover such a sight in his presence but he had no desire for any others to see her this way. He saw how her hands shook and knew she would struggle with the clasp.
"Allow me." He offered as she raised the ends of her dress's support to her shoulders. He took them from her and easily fit the two sides together behind her neck. He then let his hands slide from her shoulders and down over her breasts. He felt himself stir from the simple touch through the silk of her dress but he'd already made his decision. He would wait and relish in the anticipation of their next joining. Perhaps he would let her get passed more than just the doorway next time. She retrieved her cloak the moment she realized he wasn't going to do anything else to her, tying it around her shoulders as she stood. His hand was in her hair the moment she rose to her full height.
"Do not bother with binding this. I prefer it down." She nodded and then hesitated.
"Do you require anything else?" They were the first words she'd spoken of her own will since stepping foot into his room.
"No. Rest and heal." He watched as she turned and waited for the door to open enough to allow her passage away from him. He felt a sting to his pride that he knew was irrational. Of course she wanted to leave and he had no reason to blame her. She did not want to be here beyond giving her payment. She did not belong to him beyond the confines of this room. He grasped her arm before she strode though the doorway.
"I'll expect to see you observing the training grounds when your studies permit." She looked back at him with a confused expression before she nodded her head in resignation. He still didn't release his hold and though she waited, he could feel her desire to be away from him. "You won't feel such pain when next we meet." He didn't know why he said it. It was an obvious statement considering he had already made it clear he wanted her to heal. She nodded again but said nothing. He released her then. With a forced slowness and slightly pained gait, she left his rooms and him.
The door shut and he turned to ready himself for a satisfied sleep when something on the floor caught his attention. He stooped down and picked up the leather strapping that had held her hair up. A wicked little grin formed on his lips as he stood and wrapped the ribbon of leather around the palm of his left hand.
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Avidreadercina: Thank you very much for taking the time to let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy future chapters.
Usedmemories: I hope it's all worth it too. Loki is a bit of a bastard in this one, hence the dark Loki description. Thank you for the review!
