7 Princess

Trigger warning: Sexual content, Voyeurism, Gagging, Language

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The girl was mad, understandingly so, and as she walked out of the room, whispers appeared. Someone could have cut the tension inside the throne room with a knife, and the King, Odin, could feel the eyes stare at him, burning holes through his skin, but the man could not have bothered himself with their gazes, for he was the King, no other. Loki had dropped his arms to the sides of his body, no longer having them crossed over his chest, the dark-haired's eyes had turned darker, his gaze on his father in disbelief.

"Was she telling the truth?" Frigga asked, her hand on Odin's shoulder; it was firm, something no other than the Queen herself would dare. The two brothers looked at each other, then back at their parents, trying to see if their father tried to draw back or answer Frigga's question.

"Father, have you sent in guards to-?" Thor started to ask but was cut off by the King, who stood up, anger fuming from the man's skull. The room went quiet, and all of them looked down on the floor, not wanting to be punished for taking a side that was not Odin's.

"Leave," The words that left the man's throat was louder than anyone had expected.

Diana shut the door; she was more disgusted and irritated than she had ever been before, and the girl had lived a very long life on earth; the girl had seen a lot happen over a few thousands of years.

She was covered in sticky eye-blood; it was not the worst thing Diana had gotten stuck on her cheeks, but she sighed and poured water into the oversized bathtub.

"First thing's first," Diana said as she walked away from the tub that started to fill itself up with warm water. The girl grabbed the chair that stood near the open balcony door, and she pressed it up underneath the door handles, barricading herself inside the room. Diana walked over to the overly-large bathtub that started to fill up with steaming water. It was nothing like she had seen back on earth or Midgard as the Asgardians said, but more like magic, Diana noted as she turned around to look at the mirror hanging on the wall. She was covered in the blood, and she sighed, disgusted by the sticky, iron smelling goo that covered most of her face, neck and chest. Even the white dress had gotten stains on the thick straps that covered her breasts and connected up over her shoulders.

Diana grabbed a bowl that stood on a stool before the mirror, one placed to clean dirty hands or wash one's face, and the girl filled it with steaming water from the bathtub. She stood before the mirror as she began to clean off the gooey blood from her face, chest and neck, muttering minor curses at the guard whose blood it was she was cleaning up.

"Heca- I mean, Diana, I've come to apologise," The voice echoed in the room, making Diana look up from the bowl of water and at the man, through the mirror, standing only a few steps from the open balcony doors.

"Oh, you've come to apologise? Do you intend to apologise for your father's behaviour, sending in a guard to rape me, apologising for your father's behaviour? Saying, I had no idea that he could have done such a thing, or perhaps, My father would not have done such a disgusting act, the guard acted on his own?" Diana shot him a glare and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Or do you perhaps want to apologise for your own actions? How about you apologise for kidnapping me and locking me in a cage where such a thing was bound to happen sooner or later?" Diana's glare made the guilt inside Thor build-up to the brim of boiling over.

"No, ehm... I came to apologise for what my father did..." Thor said, then cleared his throat. The large hammer the man always seemed to carry around dropped to the floor, and his cheeks turned red. Thor looked down on the ground where Diana's naked feet were, unable to meet the girl's gaze.

"Ehm, your dress has become wet," He mumbled, and the girl raised one of her eyebrows, moving her hands to her hips and sighed.

"So?" She said, and Diana could feel all the kindness she had built up during her years on earth had dissolved the second she stepped her foot on the place ruled by the man responsible for the massacre on her people.

The girl had fallen back into the rage which had kept her alive for centuries on earth as a child. The anger had made the young child kill every man seen as a threat to her. She killed more than thousands of humans when training her powers, feeding the boiling rage and resentment for Thor's father.

"So," Thor began, his voice sounding nervous to Diana, and she took a step away from the bowl of water and closer to him. The man lifted his hand behind himself, slightly and nervously, scratching the back of his head.

"I can, ehm, see your body very, ehm, clearly," Diana looked at the man, simply a child before her eyes, and her lips turned up into a slight smirk. Once again, she was thrown into the mind of the old Diana. The Diana that had killed people, the one that had not yet turned into the young and sweet Rebecca, nor the Diana that had fallen for James, the man who had shown her what absolute pleasure was, the one that had stolen her heart.

"And that makes you nervous?" Diana asked, stopping as she stood in front of Thor, placing a finger on his chest and making the man look at her. She was short, and he was still looking down, but not on her feet anymore, not on the floor, but right on her chest.

"Ehm, what... No, I mean, I've seen bodies before... I've seen many bodies before, and most were that of women's," Thor said, moving his gaze from Diana's cleavage to her face, clearing his throat as he spoke and stammered over his words. Diana thought it was adorable if it weren't for the fact that he was a spawn of Odin.

She grabbed a handful of the man's shirt and forcefully pulled him down to look at her when she spoke. Diana made sure to smile as she talked and make her voice low and seductive.

"Wow, you sound very experienced," Diana let go of his shirt and trailed the tips of her finger down his clothed chest. Diana made sure to look into Thor's eyes as she bent her knees and slowly went down to the floor. The girl's hand trailed down his chest, still making eye contact with Thor with a seductive smirk on her lips.

Diana could see how he bit his lips, trying to contain the words he wanted to shout, and the girl could hear how his breath had gotten heavy. She moved down, her head just past the buldge in his pants, and her smirk disappeared as she grabbed ahold of the stiff shaft. Thor let out a stifled grunt; it was not loud enough for Diana to hear him, but loud enough that if someone else were about, they would have heard and understood why Thor's throat would let such a sound escape.

Standing up, Diana cocked her head to the side and looked him in the face.

"Too bad I've promised myself to never get involved with an Asgardian, and unmistakably not one who's a son of Odin," Diana said, and her words caught Thor off-guard.

"Now, take your large hammer and throbbing buldge somewhere else, and leave me alone," Diana stated; she thrust Thor's hammed into his chest, turned around and walked away from him towards the bath, which now was filled up with steaming water.

The girl bent down, her hand dipping into the water, and she looked over towards Thor, who stood there still, his mouth slightly opened in shock, his bludge throbbing harder than ever and nearly about to rip through his pants, his hammer still held against his chest.

"I said leave!" Diana said, standing up and pointing out through the open balcony doors, where the man most likely had come through in the first place.

The girl sighed and rolled her eyes hard, shaking her head back and forth. The man could have been mistaken for a casanova; however, the way he acted made Diana think of him as a young child, nervous and embarrassed.

The girl slipped out of the damped dress and stepped into the filled bath, and the warm water steamed the air as Diana sat down, letting the water cover her body up to her chest. She rested her head back and soaked in the silence. The girl closed her eyes and rubbed the slight headache away with the tips of her fingers. Everything that had happened had given Diana a headache, and she could not help but wish for a glass of delicious red wine in her hand. She yearned for her own bed back on earth, the one that possibly still smelled like James' cologne.

Diana could still feel James' fingers on her skin, and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. The girl moved her fingertips from her head, down her neck and grasped ahold of the thick metal choker.

"Ugh! This stupid thing!" Diana shouted and stood up; the girl tried to jank on it as if that would help anything. It was not even close to budging. Diana grunted loudly as she sat down, splashing the water around, and closed her eyes.

Diana wanted to go back before James left, to redo the night with him, to feel his hands on her body again, but something the girl wanted more was to get the thick metal choker of her throat.

The man was hidden behind a cloaking spell, concealed and invisible to the ones inside the room. It wasn't his room; once the room had belonged to his mother, the one that had taught the man magic in the first place. He had been standing in the room since before the girl stormed inside, before Diana pushed the chair up against the doors, and before his brother arrived to apologise for their father's actions.

Loki had watched as Diana walked up to his brother. The man could feel how the heat in his groin grew as he watched his brother tremble before the small woman who walked towards him. And as her hand travelled down Thor's chest, the arousal hiding inside Loki's pants had grown hard and throbbed as he wished for the girl's hand to be on his chest instead of his brother's.

Loki watched as Diana's hand had lifted Thor's hammer off the ground, and for a millisecond, the cloaking spell lifted, shocked by the sight of a girl holding Mjolnir (Johnatan).

The man was still there as Diana screamed for Thor to leave, and he was still there, watching as she stipped off her clothes before sinking into the bath. Loki's length was throbbing as he gazed upon the girl's naked and soaked body. His teeth sunk into the flesh of his lips as he watched Diana's fingertips travel across her chest, following the outline of her bosom and slowly grabbing ahold of the power-dampener around her neck.

She grunted out and stood up, revealing her whole naked body to him, and a darker circle had formed on Loki's pants.

Loki held his breath as he pressed himself against the wall, his finger touching the darker spot on his buldge as he pressed the button on the other side of the pilar. A small door opened, and he slipped through, unseen and unheard, leaving the girl alone as she continued to bathe.

As he closed the door, Loki could finally breathe again. It was heavy and hot, and at the back of his head, he knew what he had done was wrong. But he could not help himself. It happened so fast. The decision to cloak himself with magic and step inside the room was something out of the moment for him. He had only minutes before used his magic to duplicate himself, bored by his father's early meeting, and as he walked past the open doors to the girl's room, he barely gave away any thoughts. It happened fast, and he knew the secret pathway from his room to the queen's old one.

Loki sat down on his bed. His lip parted as he pulled down just enough of his pants to slip out his hardness, now steaming and slippery from the pre-cum that had seeped through as he watched Diana.

"Oh," Diana said, her voice slightly nervous and unsure, yet Loki could hear how her breath hitched. The girl walked through the small opening between his room and hers. Naked she was and steaming from the hot bath, with her hands behind her back. She looked pure and innocent as she slowly let her naked and wet feet trace footprints on the marble floors.

Loki smirked as she made her way towards him, and as he lifted his hand, the girl sank to her knees between his feet. Her face was barely an inch away from his throbbing and steaming length, and the girl's eyes moved up from it to Loki's face. He could see how her eyes, huge and innocent, were filled with a longing. Loki's thumb pressed itself between her bottom and upper lip, touching her hot and saliva covered tongue, and a different kind of hunger filled his stomach with butterflies. He parted her lips as his other hand stroked up and down his shaft.

"Does the princess want a taste?" Loki breathed out as he gazed into her eyes. Diana looked at the thickness steaming and radiating heat just past her nose, and bit the tip of her tongue before looking past it and up into Loki's eyes.

"Yes, my deity," Diana moaned out, leaning on her hands forward, moving closer to his member as her hips twitched and brought her nose to touch his heat.

"That's my good girl," Loki smirked as he placed his length into the wet crevice of Diana's open mouth. Loki's hand on her head guided Diana further down until she gaged and moved her hands from the ground to his thighs. The sound made him throb more and push further down until her lips were sealed around his throbbing length, kissing the skin of his groin. Diana's eyes had closed as she began to gag, but she opened them as Loki had pushed his member deeper into her throat.

Loki let out a shaking breath as he noticed her gaze on him, her big eyes were filled with tears, and her little hands clapped his thighs, begging him to release the pressure on her head. He did as she wished, and Diana gasped for air as her mouth left his heat, the string of saliva and cum still connected the two.

The girl moaned and gasped for air, letting the string fall and land on her chest before she moved in for seconds. Loki groaned loudly as her mouth wrapped itself around his heat once again. But this time, Loki didn't need to guide her, as Diana's head bobbed up and down, sucking his size with passion.

"That's right, just like that," Loki moaned out as he looked at the girl's head move back and forth. His girth, hiding in her mouth, deep in her throat, then moving into the light again, now wet and creamy. The sound of her gagging on his thickness, as well as the sounds of the wetness, echoed inside the room together with Loki's moans and groans.

"Oh," The voice of Frigga startled the young man, making him open his eyes before he pushed his creamy and throbbing erection back into his pants in a panic.

"Mother-," He stifled out as he quickly pulled down the fabric of his shirt over his pants.

"Darling, I apologise, please continue as I leave," She said, clearing her throat and turning around. Loki groaned as he crossed his legs, trying hard to cover his wet buldge from his mother and shut his eyes as the woman closed the door behind herself.

"Fuck," Loki groaned as he ran to the door and locked it. He looked back to the bed, the place where Diana's tiny and naked body had been in his dream, and Loki gave away a small groan. His mother had interrupted him.

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