His (Loki Smut)

I am dragged by the arm by a guard into the throne room.

Dressed in a simple white silk dress and a steel collar, I don't even wear shoes upon my feet.

My dark black hair falls in elegant curls behind my back.

Looking around, I am uncertain of my future.

The magnificent space is adorned in hues of gold and green. Gleaming rays of sunlight dance upon the golden walls. I had been so accustomed to the darkness that I have to shield my eyes.

In the center of the room is a majestic gold and green throne, the high backrest scrawled with words I don't recognize. The guard shoves me to the ground and I sit, staring at the ground as I was instructed.

Sat upon the throne is Loki, the God of Mischief.

Loki's raven-black hair falls down to his shoulders, his chiseled face staring back at us.

The guard turns his attention to Loki, bowing to him. Neither speak a word for a few moments. When I look up, Loki's ice blue eyes are locked on me.

Knowing I'm making too much eye contact, I look back down at the floor.

"Where did she come from?" Loki asks the guard

"She is from Midguard, Your Majesty."

"A human? Interesting."

He speaks calmly but there is something deadly laced in his tone. I remind myself to relax but that is a struggle. I'd been stolen from Earth 4 months ago and taken to some sort of prison. I was given daily training on my new role as a sex slave or servant. I had to be prepared for any reason as nobody knew where I could end up. I was sent away on a spaceship with a handful of other young women. By the end of the week, I was the last. I didn't know where they went. I just hope they'll be alright. We'd gotten close through our abusive handlers and the strict training.

I could barely remember my life before now.

I hear the sounds of footsteps as someone makes their way towards me. Keeping my eyes glued to the ground, I don't even look to see who it is. As part of my training I was taught to never make eye contact unless required.

" Look at me." Loki commands

I tilt my head up, my eyes meeting his again.

" What is your name?"

I freeze, unsure how to respond.

What do I call him? Loki? Your Majesty?

" You would do well to answer my question. I don't like asking a second time."

"My apologies, Your Majesty. I do not have a name anymore."

"What am I to call you then?"

"Whatever you wish, Your Majesty."

"What if I wish to call you my whore?"

I look back up at him, my calm look now turns to a glare.

"I am not a whore." I snap

"Careful. You soon may be." He says

I look back down at the ground.

"I shall take her."

"She is worth-" The guard begins

" Do you believe I am in need of money?" Loki asks the man

"No, Your Majesty. You have devine riches." He says stuttering

"Good. Disrespect me and I'll kill you without a moment's hesitation. Now get out." Loki tells him

I hear the man's screen footsteps as he exits.

I try not to shut her as I realize I am now alone with a God.

"You may pick your own name. Take your time as I shall not offer this again. Now, it is time for you to serve your new master." Loki says to me

I look up at him as he undoes his pants.

"Do well and I shall reward you. Displease me and you'll be stripped and flogged."

He releases his large length from within his pants. Moving closer to him, I reach up, gently placing his dick in my mouth. Moving my head up and down I can feel it moving through my throat. I gag and move to pull away. He does not stop me. Surprisingly he is patient with me giving me instruction, telling me to get used to the feeling first, and that I do not need to go all the way down at first.

"There's my good girl." He says soothingly

We continue at this pace for a long while.

Gripping my hair in his hands, he begins to thrust his hips, telling me to stay in place. I gag often but he keeps a tight grip, not allowing me to pull away. Saliva drips from my lips. He groans, applying more force with each thrust.

"It is an honor to serve your Master." He tells me

My first lesson.

Each lesson I was taught within my training, was burned into my memory. I was whipped if I made a mistake.

I gag again.

"Mm I love that sound."

I can feel my pussy begin to soak.

I like him treating me this way.

Talking to me like this.

He cums and it shoots down my throat.

Pulling away, he praises me again.

"You did well. Now, what do you require for comfort? "

I stare at him, stunned.

"How I care for you after is just as important. Did you enjoy that my dear? It's alright. You needn't tell me. I can see the fire in your eyes."

I smile.

"I would like a bath please, Your Majesty."

"Very well."

He puts himself together, extending a hand and I take it.

"I can't wait to do this again."