Vers woke up with a yawn. It had been two nights since she had her last dream about Lady Vers and her defeat at the hands of King Loki. It felt odd to think about it, how vivid her dreams had become, and how Loki featured so prominently in them.
On the face of it, she should have been appalled by the fates of Lady Vers, and Safira, and a part of her was, but there was also a deeper part of her that couldn't help being intrigued by it, even drawn to the idea of it.
A blush colored her cheeks as she remembered what it felt like to be taken like that, how thoroughly each version of Loki had dominated her. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It were passionate, lust filled, and erotic, a far cry from her own life… at least until Loki captured her.
She could hear him breathing softly behind her, his manhood pressed firmly against her ass. 'He's even hard when he's asleep,' she thought, feeling an unwanted spike of arousal.
Loki looked so much like the dream versions of himself. Sometimes when she closed her eyes, she could imagine it was Sebastian or King Loki holding her like this.
She could feel his hand on her breast, holding her possessively. When he first did, she tried to push his hand away, but even when he slept, it was impossible. She had never met a being as strong as Loki. She wondered if it was the same for his entire race, of if he was the exception.
He had his other arm was wrapped around her waist. It had happened during the night, and now he had his hand wedged between her thighs, cupping her pussy. She took a deep breath, fighting the urge to press herself against his fingers. They were so tantalizingly close.
'Stop it!' She admonished herself. 'It's just a dream.' She didn't feel anything real for Loki. It was just her vivid imagination, a coping mechanism to deal with her imprisonment, nothing more.
Her thoughts drifted to Loki's plans. She had made little headway in sussing out where they were going, not helped by the same annoying response Loki gave her each time she asked. 'Nowhere,' she thought sarcastically, shaking her head.
Loki also hadn't used his mental abilities on her for some time, making her forget what she was doing and where she was. 'He doesn't have to anymore,' a voice in the back of her mind whispered.
A big part of her raged against the sacrifice she made, submitting to Loki's demands the way she did, but she knew she had to play the long game, it was her only chance to escape.
She could see things now, things that she missed when Loki used his abilities on her. She remembered the glances she took at the instrument cluster when he wasn't looking, listening in on Mimir's reports about the ship's systems, seeing the course adjustments he made. They all added up, little by little, painting a picture of what Loki was up to.
It was proof they weren't just flying aimlessly through space like Loki would have her believe. They had a destination, a person or place Loki needed to reach.
It was subtle, and sometimes difficult to even notice, but there was also a growing tension she could sense from Loki. He was good at hiding it, and if she hadn't spent as much time with him as she did, she would missed it.
Loki was worried about something, and it only made sense that it had something to do with their destination.
She schooled her features, feeling Loki shift behind her, and knew he was awake. He had done this before. She knew what signs to look for now.
She didn't resist as Loki pulled her closer, knowing he was trying to get a reaction out of her. She felt his lips against her ear. "Good morning Vers. How did you sleep?"
She could hear the smirk in his voice as his warm breath tickled her ear. "Any good dreams?" he asked.
"No," she mumbled, feeling her face flush with embarrassment at the reminder of what happened a few days ago. After her latest dream she woke up with a slickness between her thighs, and it didn't take long for Loki to work out she's cum in her sleep.
He hadn't outright said anything about it, but that didn't stop him from hinting at it every chance he got, making her blush each time.
The one silver lining to it all was she realized another limitation to Loki's abilities. He could make her do things without her even realizing it, but it didn't extend to her inner thoughts. He couldn't change what she thought or believed.
***
Vers sat in Loki's lap, resting her head against his shoulder as she watched the stars pass by. It had been days since they'd seen a ship, or even a planet. Wherever they were, it was far away from the normal travel routes.
She felt her mind drifting as she yawned, thinking back to before Loki kidnapped her, and turned her life upside down. 'Probably on a mission,' she thought. 'Hunting down Skrulls, or maybe some combat training.'
She thought about the last sparing session she had with Minn-Erva, the only other woman on her Starforce team. They often found themselves sparing against each other, and while they were teammates, and fought side by side for years, they weren't close.
There was always an underlying rivalry between them. They never spoke of it, but it was always there, lingering just beneath the surface.
She remembered the last time they sparred; she had won, and that was after losing to Minn-Erva three times in a row.
She smiled, remembering how Minn-Erva clenched her jaw as she walked away afterwards, furious at loosing, and her winning streak coming to an end.
They were always in competition, comparing how many kills they got, how many Skrulls they captured, how well they performed on drills. The list was endless.
And now she had the dubious distinction of being the only member of Starforce to be captured. 'How am I supposed to live that down?' she thought forlornly, another yawn escaping her lips as she imagined the smug expression on Minn-Erva's face when her team caught up with her.
She looked up at Loki, frowning at the concerned expression on his face. It was getting worse with each passing day. He spent more and more time reviewing the ship's systems and sensors logs, as if he was waiting for something to happen. She considered asking him what it was that had him so worried, but ultimately decided against it.
'He probably wouldn't tell me anyway,' she dismissed, unwilling to lose her one advantage over him for nothing.
Loki didn't realize she could read him now, get a sense of what he was thinking. It wasn't much, but when the time came, it could mean the difference between escaping or remaining his prisoner.
***
Vers blinked, finding herself on the deck of a ship. She looked out over the side, seeing nothing but ocean in every direction. That was when she felt something wrapped around her wrists. 'Rope,' she thought, wondering what was going on. The last thing she remembered was sitting on Loki's lap, on the bridge of the ship.
The realization hit her all at once. She fell asleep, but this was the first time she had one of these dreams during the day.
"Safira over here," she heard a familiar voice call.
'Sebastian,' Vers realized. It had been some time since she had her last dream about him, and from the way it ended, she hadn't expected another one.
She started to move, putting one foot in front of the other as she made her way to the bow of the ship. Just like in her previous dreams, she was just a passenger in her body, able to see and experience everything, but had no control over the world around her.
She climbed a set of stairs, spotting Sebastian sitting at a table dressed in a t-shirt and shorts.
"I was beginning to think you were making another escape attempt," Sebastian joked, the ever present smirk on his face.
"No," Safira said morosely, looking away as she thought about what happened after he captured her, the things she said, the things she did with him. She still didn't know what came over her. She had just lost complete control of herself.
"Good," Sebastian said, his smirk widening. "We're too far from the island for you to swim back, anyway."
"I know," Safira muttered. She had seen how fast his ship moved, and after two days of travel, she wasn't even sure which direction to swim to return to her island anymore.
"Come over here," Sebastian said, pointing to a spot between his legs.
Safira sent Sebastian a glare. She knew what he wanted, and the punishment he had in store for her if she refused. It wasn't so much that it hurt, but how humiliating it was when he bent her over his knee and spanked her. Grudgingly, she walked up to him, kneeling at his feet.
"Good girl," Sebastian praised, his eyes darkening with lust as he pulled out his cock, already hard with anticipation.
He held his cock out to her. "Just like we practiced Safira."
Safira gave Sebastian one last dirty look before pressing her lips to the head of his cock, taking the tip in her mouth, and sucking on it gently. She could hear the groan of satisfaction from Sebastian as she took him deeper in her mouth, bobbling her head up and down as she sucked him.
"That's it," Sebastian breathed, grabbing a fistful of Safira's hair. "You're getting good at this… a real natural," he added with a wink, feeling her press her tongue to the underside of his cock as she sucked him.
Safira fumed, but continued to suck on Sebastian's cock. She hated herself for enjoying it, the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum, and how it tingled on her tongue.
"More," Sebastian demanded, groaning as he tugged on Safira's blonde locks.
Safira exhaled through her nose as leaned down, feeling the head of his cock bump up against the back of her throat. She tightened her lips around his shaft, sucking harder, her tongue tracing along the throbbing veins of his cock as she prepared to take him in her throat.
She rubbed her thighs together, feeling a growing wetness between her thighs. This happened every time he made her do this, and she didn't know why.
It was humiliating, yet her body betrayed her each and every time, quickly becoming addicted to the pleasure Sebastian gave her.
Sebastian leaned back in his chair, letting out a ragged breath, enjoying every second of the proud island guardian's debasement. Safira would swear up and down that she hated this, but every time he fucked her, she was always wet for him, and begging for more by the end.
Her talent for cock sucking left him astounded at times. The more she did it, the better and more enthusiastically she sucked him. She was insatiable once he got her going.
A deep groan escaped his lips as Safira took him deeper, his cock slipping into her throat. Unlike the previous times, he didn't even have to order her to do it.
He looked down at Safira, loving the sight of her sun-kissed skin, how it glistened under the heat of the sun, the curve of her breasts, her taut stomach. From every angle, her body was absolute perfection, putting even the most beautiful women back home to shame, and she was all his.
Safira moaned, her eyes darkening with lust as she squeezed her throat around Sebastian's cock, feeling it twitch and throb inside her.
She could feel her lungs burning, but held on a little longer. Her cunt was practically dripping as her desires took over. Her inhibitions and pride fled to the back of her mind, something she had grown accustomed over the last few days.
She bobbed her head on his cock, taking his full length inside her throat with each stroke, hoping that Sebastian would bend her over the table next, shover her legs apart, and take her from behind like he did the previous day.
She didn't know why her body responded the way it did to Sebastian when he dominated her like this, making her feel both helpless and vulnerable as he took what he wanted.
Over the countless years spent alone on the island she'd had a few fantasies about men, but never anything like this. She had always been the one in charge. The men she fantasized about had been nothing like Sebastian, leaving her unprepared for the the raw intensity and sensuality of Sebastian.
When he took her, her knees felt weak. She shuttered and moaned, straining against the ropes he bound her with as he took her, her helplessness turning her on even more.
As her lungs burned, starved for oxygen, she pulled back, taking a deep breath before descending on his cock again, holding his length in her throat as she hummed, vibrating her throat to add to Sebastian's pleasure.
"Get ready Safira," Sebastian grunted, unable to hold back any longer as the jungle guardian practically milked his cock.
Safira pulled back, keeping her lips sealed around her captor's cock as she looked up at him, feeling his cock twitch in her mouth before he came, the salty-sweet taste of his cum dancing on her tongue.
She could see the stern look in his eyes, reminding her what had happened the first time, when she spit out his seed. She still remembering the sting in her ass from the spanking he gave her afterwards.
She swallowed his seed, looking up at him lustfully as she licked his cock clean, hoping he would take her throbbing pussy next.
"Come up here," Sebastian said in a husky voice as he stared down at the former jungle guardian.
Safira felt a shudder as her desire spiked, looking up at the powerful form of Sebastian. She felt what little resolve she had left melt away as she stood up, straddling his waist, a moan escaping her lips as she felt his hands on her hips, guiding her slick pussy to his engorged cock.
She sunk down on his throbbing manhood, mews of pleasure escaping her lips as he filled her cunt, the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate his length.
She let out the breath she had been holding as she looked into Sebastian's eyes, feeling conflicted. He had taken everything from her. Her purpose, her home, her duty, yet all she could focus on was the pleasure coursing through her body.
Sebastian lifted her until just the tip of his cock was inside her dripping core before slowly bringing her back down. "Ughhh," she groaned, both hating and loving how good Sebastian was at this.
She leaned into him as he brought her down on his cock with long, powerful strokes, slowly stretching her pussy walls until she was ready for him.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!," She grunted as he picked up the pace, throwing her head back as she moaned wantonly. It felt incredible, just like it always did when Sebastian took her. She let out a sharp gasp as Sebastian hit just the right spot, sending a shock of desire tingling down her spine.
She felt his hands leave her hips as he lay a gentle smack to her ass. She knew what he wanted. Rising up on her knees, she brought herself back down on this throbbing cock, picking up the pace as she rode his cock. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted, feeling her pleasure mount with each passing second.
Another moan escaped her lips as he spanked her ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! But it wasn't painful. If anything, it was the opposite, the teasing sting only adding to her pleasure.
"Gods!" she groaned, never wanting this feeling to stop as she continued to ride him. She didn't resist when he pressed his lips to hers, kissing him back as he pressed his tongue past her lips and explored her mouth.
She could feel his thumb on the rim of her ass, slowly circling it as her pleasure suddenly intensified. She tore her lips from his, letting out a keening moan. "UGH! UGH! UGH! Gods! UGH! Put it inside!" she begged wantonly, eager to have him fill both her holes.
Safira looked into the smirking face of Sebastian, her eyes pleading as he sunk two of his fingers into her ass. She didn't resist, welcoming his fingers inside her as she moaned wantonly. She was close now, so close. 'Just a little more,' she thought fervently, bouncing on his lap
As if in answer to her silent prayer, she felt him thrust his cock into her pussy, falling into a steady rhythm with her. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she grunted, the added tightness of having both her holes filled sending her pleasure into overdrive.
"UGGGGHHHHH!" she shrieked, as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. She leaned into Sebastian as he continued to fuck her, her body feeling even more sensitive to his touch as he fucked her through her orgasm.
"Oh gods! OH GODS! OH GODS!" she moaned over and over again as she felt Sebastian's cock hammering into her slick pussy. She locked eyes with Sebastian, seeing the intensity in his eyes as she melted into his arms.
She gasped in surprise as he suddenly stood up, his fingers still lodged in her ass. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist as she clung to him.
A moment later, he spun her around, bringing her to the bed. She kept her eyes locked with his as she landed on her back, the new angle allowing Sebastian to penetrate even deeper inside her.
She could feel his fingers fumbling the ropes tied around her wrists, and then suddenly, her hands were free. She didn't even consider fighting him, pulling him closer instead. She traced her hands up and down his sculpted back and shoulders as he continued fucked her, moaning in delight as he took her.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she grunted, feeling another orgasm fast approaching. There was no denying him, not anymore. He had won, he had conquered her.
"AWGAWDS!!!" she grunted as she climaxed, feeling Sebastian's cock erupt inside her a moment later.
She clung to him, gasping for breath as she tilted her head up, placing a soft kiss on his lips, eager for more.
***
Vers woke up with a start, looking around in surprise before recognizing where she was, realizing than Loki must have carried her to the bedroom after she fell asleep.
"How long was I asleep?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
"You have been sleeping for 4.2 hours," Mimir replied.
Vers nodded. It was one of the few things she could rely on Loki's AI to actually answer. She had tried multiple times to get more out of it, asking in different ways where they were going, what Loki wanted with her, how long it would take to get where they were going, only to be denied each and every time.
Vers blinked, thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her as she looked out into space, but as she looked closer, she could actually see something far off in the distance.
She stood up, going to the window, squinting to get a better look. It was hard to see, barely distinguishable at first. 'Too small to be a planet. Maybe an asteroid?' she thought, furrowing her brows, continuing to stare, but it didn't make sense. 'Why would Loki put us on a collision course with an asteroid?' she asked herself.
"Is that where we're going?" Vers asked herself.
"I am unable to provide the answer to your query," Mimir replied.
"Not you," Vers dismissed with a wave of her hand. "Loki, is that where we're going?" She asked pointedly, looking over at him.
"It is," Loki replied, sounding far more serious than he usually did.
Vers blinked, momentarily surprised by Loki's clear answer. She turned to look back at the speck, but when she did, her jaw dropped, unable to make sense of what she was seeing. It wasn't an asteroid, but something far more unusual. "…Is that a head?" she asked, looking back at Loki in confusion.
"Yes," Loki said, moving to stand beside Vers. "You're looking at all that remains of a long dead Celestial."
"Celestial?" Vers asked. "It's massive," she said, trying to picture the kind of being it belonged to.
"Tell her Mimir," Loki said, sitting down in a chair heavily.
Vers looked at Loki for a long moment. 'He's actually worried, maybe even nervous,' she thought, surprised to see this side of her captor.
"Celestials are ancient beings of immense power and size. Their bodies radiate energy at an unheard of scale, and are nearly indestructible," Mimir explained. "They are amongst the oldest beings in the universe, and have been known to create entire galaxies, often shaping the evolutionary paths of multiple civilizations."
"How did it die?" Vers asked, knowing she wouldn't get a better chance than this to get her questions answered.
"Unknown," Mimir replied. "The prevailing theory is that it resulted from a conflict with another Celestial."
Vers continued to look at the Celestial's head, seeing faint lights along the surface as they drew closer. "There's people living there," she realized.
"Correct," Mimir replied.
"Why?" Vers asked, continuing to stare.
"The Celestial's remains are rich in various minerals and resources. Over time, it was turned into a mining colony which attracted traders, and various other businesses to cater to them, turning its remains into a thriving, if somewhat lawless, community the locals dubbed as Knowhere," Mimir answered.
"Knowhere," Vers sighed, looking at Loki again in annoyance. He had deliberately misled her for his own amusement. "What are we doing here?" she asked.
"I am unable to provide the answer to your query," Mimir replied.
Loki looked at the planet, deep in thought. All his plans hinged on this meeting. He had never met the Collector before, but he had heard the stories. Billions of years old, immensely powerful, and a master manipulator with a dangerous obsession for rare and powerful artifacts. He would have to be on his guard the moment he set foot on Knowhere, or risk loosing everything.
Vers watched as Loki stood up, his armor forming around him. It was the first time she saw him wear it since he captured her. It was already a foregone conclusion that he was going land on the Celestial's skull. The only question was, would he bring her with him?
If she remained on the ship, her chances of escape were nil. Mimir would see to that. Her only chance was to convince Loki to take her with him, but she would be on an unknown planet with no weapons, no powers, and nothing she could trade for safe passage back to Hala.
She weighed her options, wondering if it was better to wait for another opportunity, or take her chances on Knowhere, and find a way to escape.
"Put this on," Loki ordered, interrupting Vers's thoughts as a plain brown cloak materialized in his hands.
Vers looked at it the cloak in surprise before taking it eagerly from Loki's outstretched hand, relieved to finally have something to cover herself with.
She frowned, feeling the rough material on her skin. It was heavier than she expected, but knew better than to complain to Loki about it. She buttoned it up, then looked down at her bare feet, wondering if this was all Loki was going to give her to wear.
"Keep the hood drawn unless I tell you otherwise," Loki said, lifting the hood over her head.
Vers nodded. The last thing she needed was someone getting a closer look at her, and realizing she was naked underneath the cloak. "What about shoes?" she asked hopefully.
"You won't need them," Loki dismissed. "Let's go," he said, taking her hand as he lead her to the airlock.
Vers looked up at Loki, feeling his nervousness rub off on her as she wondered what he was getting her into, and why this place had him of all people so worried.
***
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