Did I!

The sun had risen and so had Loki, doing his daily meditation, he was a slave now but that didn't stop him from developing himself, at least in case he needed to fight. He shouldn't be rusty. He was used to waking up early hours of the morning to get some solitude of the early morning, a thing his mother taught him to do in a daily basis. Then after that he would go on a nature walk,to reconnect with the earth.

His eyes open abruptly and he notices that Xerxes was staring at him while he and Asher practiced their stances, he was unnaturally calm probably because he had started manifesting his powers and the morning was really nice.

"Stop, do it again, your form is slacking." He commands and Asher groans loudly, the sleep clearly still in his eyes,

"Master can't we start later from now on, my eyes are still heavy." He whines and goes back to do the stance again, and then Xerxes was pleased,

"Do you think being the best is something you just wish to the goddess and she grants it to you?" He slaps the back of his head and Asher whelps, he was always abusing him, it won't be long before he quit and moved far way to another land. But knowing master Xerxes he would hunt him down and bring him back especially now that he had formed a bond with his daughter.

"Well I could try." He mumbled under his breathe but Xerxes heard it and gave him another slap to the back of his head, he could cry but he didn't want to look weak,

"You're such a fool, I don't know what Arcadia saw in you." He downgrades with a smile on his face which made Asher snicker.

Loki couldn't help but sucker at their conversation, if his child was a boy he had a feeling their training sessions would be this way. And if it were a girl then he still knew Sheila would be hard on her since she was strict when it came to training.

It would be hilarious to be chasing children around with a stick just to get the to wake up. He chuckles to himself and the smirk on his face was too evident, he opens his eyes again and steals a glance at master and student, he wanted a child one day, but he can't imagine taking someone else that wasn't Sheila.

He turns back to his meditation, his eyes flickering green again, but it is caught off by a scent. He opens his eyes in innocence and he beholds Sheila, she had just woken up and she looked weak. Like she might fall off,

"Rise, follow me," she doesn't say more than that and though he wasn't done with his meditation he obeyed her. He had new clothes, nothing big, some oversized clothes with the symbol of he Kingdom ok them, stating that he was an acquired slave and when he had worked long enough he would be allowed to wear other things.

He follows her in silence and they move up the stairs, she begins to slow down after a few steps but he yes his boy as a guide just in case she fell. And she did, but his back was there to catch her,

"Careful...." It was barely audible but she heard it, she hums and moves faster up the stairs before she fainted again, she wasn't too sure about telling him yet, she would delay the news until he proved himself.

She opens her door and tells him to go inside, he doesn't hesitate but what he sees is beyond scary, a whip. He turns back to see her locking the door and he swallows the lump in his throat, she wouldn't let his go so easily. He moves closer to her bed and picks the torture device, she sees him holding it,

"That's your new friend, play smart and you can marry her." She remarks before moving to her body to the mirror, "we don't have much time, I only called you hear cause you're the only one that can do this for me...." Her voice begins to shrink in loudness as she picked the collar from her table, she turns to him and sees his height, she was somewhat short, "bend." And he listens but it still wasn't enough, "bend properly you fool." She pulls his hair and he goes lower but not without a smirk on his face.

He loved doing that to her. She sees he was smiling and gave him a not so hard slap to his face, "stop playing around," she let a smirk form, he was worse than Asher, she takes the whip from and admires it, "I think you know what to do?" She moves past him and sits on her bed with much finesse, admiring the black leather even more.

He wasn't entirely sure but he had a feeling she wanted something, he looks into her eyes and he could read her emotions clearly. His eyes wander to space before accepting his fate, if a man could do it to a woman then there should be no law stopping her from doing so to him. But he didn't see this as a punishment since he dreamt about her last night.

He was a slave though, it would be extremely hard for him to..... He would just do it anyway.

He pulls off his shirt in a quick motion and her eyes run around his body, he goes on his knees with his eyes low, "I'm ready.... To do what you want." He moves some locks of hair away from his face, she bends to ruffle it,

"I like it this way." She smirks before bringing his head closer to her legs, she parts her thighs slowly and his heart beat increases, he didn't want to show he was interested but he was very interested. She closes it immediately, "I think I have lost interest."

"No!!" It was too sharp for even her, he is flustered, "please, let me do it. Who will you meet?" His eyes avoid hers and she found it so adorable how he begged,

"There are plenty men the Queen has given me, I can always go to one of them." Her words were harsh and they diminished his spirit, he looked away, not wanting her to see his pain. She pulls his head up, "but I will give you this, just this time, it must not pass from your lips, understood?" He nods quickly, he was so hungry after she teased him that way.

She parts her legs and his heart is sent into a flurry, maybe being a servant wasn't so bad after all. Especially if he got to eat every morning, and his favorite meal. His doesn't waste time, she was needy and he could see the evidence clear as her thighs had gathered moisture. He slides his head in and starts his work.

Not up to a minute, she moans lightly as he pleasured her down there with his tongue, they were soft and quiet, he was still going slow on her. She pulls his head back to see the lust in them, "do it properly." She forces his head back and he picks up the speed, her moans increase and she liked this speed better.

He holds his hands up, seeking for permission to touch her as his arousal had gotten the better of him. She ignores it for a while before placing his hands in her thighs, he rubs them sensually as he troubled her pleasure knob.

"Ahh.... That's it....you're doing it good.....uhhh....." She takes off her robe and her fingers begin to play in his hair, "that's it....keep going..." Her tone kept edging him and he found himself willingly complying to her every command.

He pulls back to have a look at her beauty, taking in air in the rest, he loved the way her chest heaved up and down slowly as she touched her upper half, circling her erect nipples and most importantly waiting for him to continue. He slides a finger in and quickly adds the second one, he notices her shift a bit and he knew he had it there.

He returns his mouth to her flower while his fingers played in it, they go in and out smoothly as she lubricated him well. The ache in his pants were becoming unbearable and he needed to put himself in her. He was so hard it was beginning to hurt, but knowing Sheila is angry with him she wouldn't dare let him.

"Mhmm go faster," she tells him and he complies, "ahh yeess, that's it Loki, just there, ooohhhh." She moaned his name over and over again and when she was satisfied she pushes him away, "you're no longer needed." It was rather cold of her to do such but he couldn't do much about it.

He stands to leave and rubs his throbbing erection a little, she sights it and becomes greedy for a moment, "it looks good." And she didn't mind more. He picks his shirt from the floor and is about to wear it, "Loki." He turns to her and she points to his manhood, he blushes a bit and shrugs,

"I think it would be out of place if I asked you for more...." His words made sense but she was willing to consider,

"I'll give you half an hour," she points to the clock on the wall and his heart leaped for joy. A part of him tells him to say no and go back to his meditation, but that was a very quiet and nonexistent side of him. He throws the shirt across and pulls down trousers.

She hisses at his size, moaning lowly, it wouldn't fit but he had a ay of hiding it in her either way. She motions him to come over nd when he was on top of her, "you only have a little time....use It wisely." She whispers into his ears and he didn't waste anymore time. He's in and then he's out, and his entrance made her moan loudly, and his movement were kept her singing to his actions, "good boy." She moans out ad he increased his pace, hiding his grunts, she felt way better than she did the first time.

She looks at the time and decides to torment him, "get off me." It was too sudden and his heart sank when she said that, but he listens. They switch places and she flips her hair over her shoulder as sh eased him into her, she hisses as he entered her and he lets out a low moan.

She grinds on him slowly, fulfilling her fantasies but dragging his time to a halt, he raises his hand and she cats a glance. She nods and his hands hold her hips firmly before pinching her nipples, he groans lowly as she moved on him, slowly but it was something. His hands go back to her hips and he begins to rock her faster,

"Oohhh, you don't like it slow?" She teases and he shakes his head like a shameless man, she is surprised at the laugh that came out but she swallows her smile with great difficulty. She moves a little faster and the look on his face brought her great pleasure, he was losing his being to lust,

"Thank......you......ugh..... Sheila......." She was bouncing on him and it was driving him mad, "I like this.....a lot...." He really did and he hoped she would go faster so he would be able to release, he needed to do it inside of her but he was asking for too much now. When the clock was done she would discard him like trash.

I guess that was the part that hurt the most; to be used and left to rot. No affection afterwards, he was beginning to understand the pain all the women felt now. But he would enjoy what he could right now.

He takes her nipple in his mouth and her moans were becoming unruly, he checked the time, only five minutes left. He wanted more but it was risky. He flips her on her back and takes over,

"Did I...ahhh..." He goes in with all the force he had left in his body, overriding her body with pleasure, she could feel herself reaching her limit, her hands and legs wrap around him as tight as the orgasm announced itself, "Loki!! More!!" She fingers mark a trail on his back and though it hurt the tightness of her womanhood was what he enjoyed the most.

And time was up.

She pushes him away in an instant and she closes her legs, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes wanted more. She is silent for a while to recollect her thoughts, "what you did was uncalled for......but I will let it slide." She glances at her whip and it was a warning, "if you ever do such then you know what it means."

His head is to the bed, "yes mistress." He achieves eye contact, he wasn't even opportune to kiss her, he wanted to kiss her so badly.

"Get out."