Chapter 5

Loki lay in bed with Vers, thinking about the last few nights. He hadn't specifically given her a mental suggestion to do so, but she had been inching closer to him with each passing night all on her own.

In the beginning, she placed herself on the edge of the bed, as far away from him as she could without falling out, but now she lay down in the center of the bed, watching him as he undressed. There was still the anger in her eyes, but also a hint of something else he knew quite well, lust.

When he got in the bed with her, she turned her back to him, pressing her back against his chest, and waiting for him to wrap his arm around her waist, and even though she wasn't consciously aware of everything she was doing, they had still developed a routine of sorts.

Vers closed her eyes tightly. When she and Loki were in the bedroom, her mind kept drifting back to her dream from three nights ago. Even now, as she thought about it, her face flushed, a mixture of desire and embarrassment as she tried to make sense of her conflicted feelings.

It had felt more real than any dream she had ever had before, and a growing part of her wished she could relive it again, feel Sebastian's touch on her hot skin, how her body quivered with desire for him, and how she cried out in ecstasy when she came. The pleasure she felt in that dream was like nothing she had ever felt before, far surpassing anything she had experienced while she was awake.

She could feel Loki's arm wrapped snugly around her waist, the strong corded muscles of his forearm resting against her stomach. It felt just like when Sebastian held Safira after he took her.

She took a deep breath, trying to banish the lust filled thoughts from her mind, reminding herself that he wasn't Sebastian, and this was no dream. Loki had taken her prisoner, defeated her squad, possibly killed some or all of them, and was taking her to a destination she knew nothing about, for a purpose she didn't understand.

'I need to escape, not think about…. this,' she berated herself mentally, but as hard as she tried, the lust filled thoughts still lingered in the back of her mind, even as her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell into a deep asleep.

***

Vers looked around startled, finding herself swimming in the water — no, she corrected herself, the ocean. She could see the shore, and she was swimming towards it. Wading out of the surf, she padded onto the beach before looking back at Sebastian's ship.

'The dream,' Vers thought. She was still just an observer in her dream, able to see and feel everything, but not able to interact directly with her environment.

She could feel the cool water dripping down her skin, and the slight chill of the night air. Her clothes were gone, along with her bow, left behind on Sebastian's ship as she made her escape.

She trudged back into the forest, feeling Safira's shame as she made her way back to her home, the ancient temple ruins hidden near the base of the mountain.

Vers looked at the undergrowth covering the statues under the moonlight as Safira made her way up the steps, wondering what kind of civilization could have existed here before, and what could have happened to them.

Walking past the main hall, she could feel Safira's tiredness as she entered a corridor and lit a torch before descending down the steps, throwing herself on the pile of furs she slept on, and promptly fell asleep.

It was sometime later that Safira woke up; the sun streaming down the stairs. She rolled out of bed, throwing on a set of clothes, and picked up an ancient sword that once belonged to the temple guardians of old.

As Vers looked around, she didn't see another bow in Safira's bedroom, guessing that it was the only one she had. She began to worry, knowing that Safira planned to go after Sebastian, and without a bow, she would have to fight him out in the open, putting her at a severe disadvantage.

Safira left the temple, going back into the jungle and towards the beach where she first encountered Sebastian.

Vers could tell from the way Safira clenched her sword in her hand that she was furious, no doubt thinking about revenge as she hunted for her prey.

Safira ducked behind a tree, seeing movement on the beach, her eyes locking onto Sebastian as he landed on the beach, pulling a small boat out of the water, and far enough onto the beach so that the tide wouldn't pull it back out.

Her eyes locked on his back, seeing her bow and quiver of arrows, and on his hips she could see his guns. The first one she recognized immediately, the dart gun he hit her with yesterday, but the second was larger, a dark black with a wooden handle.

Safira looked down at her sword. She had trained with it for years, and had taken good care of it, but she doubted it would do much good against his modern weapons.

She cursed, knowing she could have easily picked him off if she had her bow. She could have hidden in the undergrowth and waited for just the right opportunity to strike.

She furrowed her brows, seeing him pull out a map before nodding to himself and making his way into the jungle.

Vers watched, knowing what Sebastian was after, Safira's treasure. The temple was well hidden, almost impossible to find in the thick jungle, but with a map, however old, and out of date, he stood a chance of finding it.

Safira moved silently through the jungle, staying low to the ground so that Sebastian wouldn't see her as she trailed after him. She reminded herself no to rush this, and to keep her anger in check and wait for the right moment, but she grew more worried with each passing moment.

Sebastian's map was leading him in the right direction, allowing him to uncover statues hidden in the undergrowth that she hadn't even known were there, and while it wasn't the most direct route to the temple, she knew that at this rate he would eventually find it.

Safira looked up at the sun, noting that it was mid-afternoon. She had been following Sebastian for hours. His progress had slowed considerably as he struggled to find the landmarks he was looking for in the jungle. She hoped that with some luck, he would soon soon find himself hopelessly lost.

She smirked when Sebastian stumbled upon on a small pool of water and dropped her bow as he drank from the water greedily. His guard was down, and she knew this was her best chance to strike.

With practiced ease, she crept towards him, completely silent, until she was just behind him. She raised her sword into the air, prepared to stab him in the back, only for him to roll away at the last second, holding his machete out in front of him.

"Hello again," Sebastian smirked. "I was so hoping to run into you again," he said as they sized each other up.

"You will pay for what you did to me," Safira threatened, angrily. "And I promise you, you will not leave this island alive."

"Why all the hostility?" Sebastian said, his smirk widening, making a show of looking her up and down. "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night."

Safira glared, lunging at Sebastian with her sword raised, aiming to stab him through the chest, only for him to parry her blow at the last second.

"You know, you still haven't told me your name yet. How about it?" Sebastian asked, "since we know each other so… well."

Safira saw red, attacking Sebastian again with an angry yell, trying to cleave his head from his shoulders.

Sebastian's eyes widened as he ducked under her blade just in time, then parried her follow up attack before pushing her back.

Safira glared at Sebastian as they circled each other, both of them looking for an opening to press their attack.

The fight continued, sword and machete clashing together in a flurry of strikes as they each probed for holes in the other's defenses.

Safira moved quickly, launching a rapid series of strikes, only for Sebastian to deflect each of them, or move out of striking range at the last second.

Sebastian knew he had to end the fight quickly and feinted to the left, smirking when Safira overextended, taking the bait. He swung his machete in a wide arc, striking Safira's sword hard with the flat of his blade.

Safira winced, struggled to hold on to her sword as she felt the vibrations from the hit work their way up her arm, unknowingly giving Sebastian the opening he needed to grab her wrist in a tight grip.

As he tried to wrestle the sword out of her grip, Safira spun her leg around, delivering a sharp kick to his side, making him grunt in pain as he was forced to release his grip.

Safira swung her sword at his head again, hoping to end the fight, only to be surprised when Sebastian dropped his machete, and ducked under her swing as he circled behind her.

With both arms free, Sebastian wrapped an arm around Safira's waist, and used the other to grab her wrist from behind as he dragged her to the ground.

Safira dropped her sword as well, knowing it would do her no good this close to her opponent. She rammed her elbow into his gut to break his grip.

Sebastian winced, but held onto her wrist this time, using his superior strength to pin her arm behind her back as she thrashed beneath him with an angry yell.

He reached for the rope in his pack, glad that he had prepared for this moment, and pulled out a length of rope, looping it tightly around Safira's wrists as she struggled beneath him.

Safira fought to free herself angrily, only to find the knots getting tighter and tighter the more she struggled.

"Give it up," Sebastian said, laying down on the ground beside her as he caught his breath. "That's a constrictor knot," he explained. "If you keep it up, it's just going to cut off the circulation to your wrists."

"Let go of me!" Safira spat, still struggling to free herself, wincing as the ropes bit into her skin.

"Not a chance," Sebastian laughed. "Now let's see about finding this treasure," he said, pulling her to her feet. "You wouldn't be interested in telling me where it is, would you?"

"I'm not going to tell you anything!" Safira shouted.

"That's a pity," Sebastian said, pulling out the map again. "This map is too old, and out here in the jungle, it's hard to find the right landmarks. Not impossible though," he added, seeing the look on Safira's face. "It's just a matter or time. By telling me where it is, you would only speed up the inevitable."

Safira looked away, refusing to say anything more as she thought furiously. She needed to get the rope off, but without her sword, it was all but impossible, and she doubted Sebastian would be careless enough to leave his knife lying around a second time.

"I like your new choice of outfits," Sebastian said appreciatively, moving in front of Safira as he fingered her top and loin cloth. Just like the previous day, it was adorned with the treasure he was searching for, a mixture of beads and precious stones. "This alone," he said, fingering her top, "could see a man live comfortably for the rest of his life."

Safira glared at Sebastian as his fingers danced across her chest, noticing he paid far more attention to her breasts than the treasure he supposedly wanted.

"I think I see how it attaches," he murmured, unclipping the straps on her shoulders and catching it before it fell to the ground. "Much better," he said huskily, admiring her breasts, and how her skin glistened in the light, his eyes trailing down her taught stomach.

Safira glowered at Sebastian, but felt her heartbeat increase at the intense look he gave her, remembering their passion filled night, and hating that this man could have such a profound effect on her.

"Let's go," Sebastian said, slapping her ass as he pointed in the direction he wanted to go next.

Despite her predicament, Safira hid her smile, knowing they were going in the wrong direction this time, and not only that, the way they were going would give her the perfect opportunity to escape.

As they crested a hill, she looked out of the corner of her eye at Sebastian, knowing that the cave in front of them would draw his interest. Inside it lived a jaguar, one that was very territorial, so much so that she even avoided the area.

As they got closer, they heard a low hiss and then a growl before the jaguar charged forward.

Safira spun on her heel, running into the jungle, knowing that Sebastian would need to focus his full attention on the jaguar if he wanted to survive it. As she ran, she heard a few shots ring out, and an angry yell from Sebastian, but she didn't stop, making her way back to the temple as fast as she could so that she could deal with the ropes, then go after him, and make sure he was dead, promising herself she wouldn't underestimate him this time.

She was breathing hard as she ran up the steps to the temple. 'Almost there,' she thought triumphantly as she grabbed her dagger, sawing at the ropes to free herself.

Picking up a spear this time to give her a better reach she made her way to the entrance of the temple. Her adversary was clever, and even though he was likely to be injured, she wouldn't let her guard down this time.

She walked down the steps, only to stop suddenly, feeling a sting on her stomach. She looked down, her eyes going wide as she pulled out a dart, then her vision faded as she collapsed to the ground, the spear clattering out of her hand.

***

Safira woke up with a groan. She could feel more rope wrapped around her wrists, tying her arms snugly behind her back, both at her wrists and her forearms, but Sebastian hadn't stopped there. She felt another set of ropes tying her ankles to her thighs, making it impossible for her to stand up, let alone fight.

She blinked, looking around, and spotted Sebastian at the hidden door to the treasure vault.

"Good, you're awake," Sebastian smiled, turning around.

".. How?" Safira asked, unable to figure out how he had found her so quickly. He shouldn't have been able to track her through the jungle at all. She had been careful to hide her tracks, and had a head start.

"How did I find you?" Sebastian asked. "I actually have you to thank for that," he said, plucking something from her loincloth and holding it out for her to see. "I put this tracker on you. It lead me right to you."

"You wanted me to escape," Safira said, realizing she had played right into his hands.

"I did," Sebastian confirmed. "Although I wasn't expecting the jaguar. That one caught me by surprise," he admitted. "But it wasn't too difficult to deal with," he said, patting the gun on his hip. "And now for the treasure," he said, pulling the hidden lever on the statue, and watching as the wall slowly swung open, revealing the treasure within.

Safira slumped to the floor, feeling defeated as Sebastian picked up a ruby and stared at it. The treasure had been safely hidden away for more than a thousand years, until today, when she failed to protect it.

"Incredible," Sebastian said, staring at the treasure in front of him. It was more than he could spend in a thousand lifetimes, and it was all his.

He turned around, scooping up Safira in his arms as he carried her to the pile of furs she used as a bed. "Time to celebrate," he said with a wink, as he pulled away Safira's loincloth and threw it to the side.

Safira struggled in Sebastian's grip, but he knew his knots, and with how tightly she was bound, she didn't have the leverage she needed to wriggle free from his grip.

She could only look down as he unbuckled his belt and freed his cock. An involuntary shudder of desire tingling down her spine as she saw it again, remembering what it felt like to have him inside her.

She sealed her lips, vowing to herself to not to give him the satisfaction of making her cum, denying him at least that victory.

She closed her eyes tightly as she felt the tip of his cock circling her slick entrance. Biting back a moan of pleasure, she turned her head to the side to avoid looking up at him, letting out a ragged breath as he slowly pushed his cock inside her, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her to the hilt.

Despite her best efforts, a gasp escaped her lips as he began to move inside her. His thrusts were slow and measured as he teased her. She felt her inner walls grow slick, her body betraying her as it welcomed his manhood inside her.

She rolled her head from side to side, trying to deny the pleasure coursing through her body, but it was no use. Sebastian was far too skilled a lover, already knowing what her traitorous body desired even before she did.

Another shallow gasp escaped her lips as Sebastian hit just the right spot, her control beginning to slip.

She cracked open an eye, looking up at Sebastian as he continued to thrust inside her, her eyes drawn to his muscled chest and arms. The thick, corded muscles rippling as he gradually picked up the pace.

She bit her lip hard, hoping the pain would distract her from the pleasure, but predictably, it had little effect.

She wanted desperately to wipe the smug look from his face but couldn't, not in her current position.

There was a challenge in his eyes as he picked up the pace again. Pumping his cock into her slick pussy with long, hard strokes.

Safira exhaled sharply in an attempt to cover her moans of pleasure, but from the look in Sebastian's eyes, she knew it hadn't worked. The intensity of his gaze sent another shiver of desire tingling down her spine, her pleasure mounting with each passing second.

"You… ugh! Ugh!" she groaned, unable to hold back this time. "Won't — UGH! Make me UGH! UGH! Cum," she declared, the words sounding hollow even to her own ears as she felt him thrusting inside her.

"UGH! UGH! UGH!" she grunted, her control slipping even further as she rode the edge of a powerful orgasm, the only thing stopping her from tumbling over the edge being her own stubbornness.

She strained against the ropes binding her arms and legs, but there was no give in them. She shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head as she tried again to deny the pleasure she was feeling.

She could feel his cock twitching inside her as he picked up the pace, hammering his cock into her quivering pussy. "UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" She was so close now, she could practically feel it.

Safira let out a keening moan as she arched her back, unconsciously pressing her thighs against Sebastian's thrusting hips. Her control all but shattered now as he showed no signs of stopping.

Her eyes went wide as she screamed out unexpectedly, "AWGAWD!!!!" as the most powerful orgasm of her life washed over her.

She slumped down, her skin soaked with sweat as Sebastian continued to thrust inside her with no signs of stopping. "Oh gods! Oh gods! Oh gods!" She moaned, over and over again, feeling her cum drip down her thighs as she gasped for breath, feeling even more sensitive after her orgasm.

When she felt Sebastian finally erupt inside her, she felt his hot cum flood her pussy, setting off another orgasm for her. "Ughhh!" She screamed out in delight, unable to hold back her desires anymore.

She turned her head to look at Sebastian as he lay down beside her, catching his breath, feeling another pang of desire at the lust filled look he directed at her, all but promising he was nowhere near finished with her.

As she came down from her orgasm, the realization finally dawned on her. He had beaten her. She had lost and lost badly.

"What happens now?" She found herself asking softly.

Sebastian cupped her face in his hand. "I'm taking you and the treasure with me," he said matter-of-factly. "You're mine now."

"I don't belong to anyone," Safira replied, stubbornly, the words feeling slightly hollow.

"You do," Sebastian said firmly, grasping her chin. "I'll show you," he said, rolling her onto her stomach.

Safira yelped as her face was pressed against the furs. With her ankles tied to her thighs and her arms tied behind her back, it left her with her ass in the air and unable to move. She groaned, knowing she presented quite the sight to Sebastian's lust filled eyes.

She let out another groan as Sebastian moved behind her, cupping her ass as he kneaded her cheeks for a moment before he gripped her waist, pulling her back, and guiding her onto his stiff cock.

A moan escaped her lips as he slid back inside her, penetrating her even deeper than before. She could feel his thighs pressing against her ass as he held himself inside her.

A long moment passed as she waited, expecting her to fuck her again, but was surprised when he did nothing. 'What is he doing?' she thought, her need for release increasing with each passing second.

She could feel his throbbing cock inside her, stretching her pussy walls as she took a shuddering breath, unconsciously rocking her hips.

"Say it," Sebastian said, leaning over her as he whispered into her ear.

Safira shut her eyes tight, exhaling sharply, "no," she whispered, knowing what he wanted her to say, but unwilling to give in.

She let out another gasp as Sebastian gripped her hips, holding her in place. "Say it," he urged, "just once, and I'll give you want you want — what you need."

Safira shook her head, trying to ignore the heat of his skin as his chest pressed tight against her back, knowing what it would mean to give in to this man.

"No?" she heard him ask, the amusement clear in his tone as he pulled back slowly, until just the tip of his cock was inside her dripping pussy. For a moment she thought he would stop, feeling an unexpected sense of loss at the thought of it, only to let out a sharp gasp as he slid back inside her.

She took a ragged breath as her traitorous body demanded more, feeling her pleasure mount as he set an agonizing slow pace. It wasn't enough to make her cum, but just enough to keep her on the edge.

She curled her toes, clenching and unclenching her fists as she grunted and moaned, her traitorous body loving how good his cock felt inside her.

Unable to take it anymore, she thrust her hips back, falling into rhythm with Sebastian, only to yelp in surprise as she felt a sharp spank land on her ass, quickly followed by another.

"Naughty, naughty," Sebastian admonished. "If you want to cum, you know what you have to do," he said, slowing down his pace even more.

Safira groaned, a mixture of frustration and arousal as Sebastian sawed his cock in and out of her needy pussy. She had never felt this way before, this kind of need. She felt like a moth drawn to the flame, unable to help herself as she shuddered beneath him.

She felt her resolve weaken as her body all but begged for release, compromising with herself as she considered the position she was in. 'He isn't going to let me go anyway,' she thought. 'Does it really matter what I say to him? What if I just lie?' she thought, desperately bargaining with herself. 'It will only cost you what's left of your pride,' a little voice in the back of her head whispered.

Another moan escaped her lips a few moments later, and she knew she couldn't hold out anymore. "…. I'm yours," she mumbled.

Safira felt an immediate change as Sebastian pulled her back as he rammed his hips forward. "Ugh!" she groaned, unprepared for the tantalizing feeling of him hammering his cock back inside her.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she moaned as Sebastian set a relentless pace, his thighs clapping into her ass as he took her with long, hard strokes.

"You said that words," Sebastian said huskily, "now I'm going to make you believe them."

"Wha—" Safira said before her orgasm suddenly washed over her, "UGGGGHHHHH!" she screamed out as she practically exploded with pleasure.

She turned her head to the side, taking deep lung fulls of air as she slowly came down from her orgasm, struggling to catch her breath. She could still feel Sebastian inside her. He wasn't moving, but she could tell he was still hard and buried to the hilt inside her.

Her eyes widened as she felt him trace his thumb down her spine, before slipping it between her cheeks as he circled the rim of her ass. In a panic, she tried to move away, but Sebastian easily held her in place.

"Shhh," Sebastian said soothingly. "You're going to like this, I promise," he said, pressing the tip of his thumb into her ass.

"No! Not there," Safira said in shock, clamping down on his thumb before he could press it in any further.

"Relax," Sebastian said in a soothing voice, dipping his thumb into her quivering pussy, and coated it with her juices. "I told you, you're going to like this."

Safira clamped down as she felt him press his thumb to her asshole again, but couldn't stop him this time as he eased his thumb into her back door.

"You're so tight," Sebastian whispered lustfully as he circled his thumb, stretching her anal ring. "This will feel incredible. Just give in," he teased.

Safira shook her head, at odds with the strange feeling of having her ass played with. A dull ache combined with a surprising amount of pleasure.

She wanted to stop him, but Sebastian could not be denied, pumping his thumb in her ass slowly but firmly. As the seconds ticked by, she felt her muscles loosen. Something Sebastian took full advantage of, replacing his thumb with two of his fingers, stretching her even more.

She clamped down on his fingers, trying to stop him, only for Sebastian to take it up another notch as he pumped his cock into her needy pussy.

The dual pleasure of his cock in her slick pussy, and his fingers in her ass made her gasp, moans of pleasure escaping her lips as she relaxed into his touch again, despite her reservations.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" she moaned, feeling yet another orgasm closing in. She hated the fact that he could illicit this kind of response from her, but was helpless to stop him.

She pushed herself back on his fingers and cock, falling into rhythm with him as he took her, only to grunt in frustration when he pulled his cock and fingers from inside her after only a few strokes, and just as she was about to cum.

She thrust her hips back, trying to find his cock, but couldn't. "I need more," she groaned, her frustration mounting.

"You have to want it first," Sebastian teased. "Say it. Tell me you want me inside your ass,"

Safira felt her pussy quiver as she felt his finger circling the rim of her ass again. She pushed her hips back, trying to impale herself on it, only for Sebastian to pull his finger back at the last second.

"Say it," he repeated, an air of authority in his voice that sent a surprising shock of desire straight to her core.

Safira screwed her eyes shut, knowing that it was the only way that Sebastian would give her the release she craved. Swallowing her pride, she said it. "Please… I need it," she begged, the words tasting like ash in her mouth, but her body could no longer be denied.

"You're going to have to do better than that," Sebastian teased, circling the rim of her ass again.

Safira shuddered, all her nerve endings feeling alive as she let out a low moan. "Please… put it in my ass," she said, louder this time as she degrading herself further, but helpless against the pleasure coursing through her body.

She gasped when she felt the tips of his fingers in her ass. It stretched her more than before, but she dismissed it, assuming he had added a third finger. "More," she begged. "I need more."

"Show me how much you want it," Sebastian said huskily, the sound of her voice making him as hard as steel.

Safira took a deep breath, knowing what Sebastian wanted, and that doing what he asked was the only way for her to get what she needed. She pushed her hips back, accepting his fingers in her ass, grunts, and moans of pleasure escaping her lips as she rocked her hips back and forth, taking him deeper inside her.

"More," Sebastian demanded, landing a light slap to Safira's ass.

Safira wanted to be outraged, to yell, to scream, but the spank had a surprising effect on her libido, the sting mirroring her pleasure, and enhancing it even further.

She pushed her hips back faster, taking his fingers deeper into her ass, letting out a gasp when she felt his other hand snake between her thighs. She moaned in delight as he pushed past her slick folds, finding her clit and pressed down on it firmly.

"UGHHH!" she moaned, her pleasure building higher and higher as she pressed herself against his fingers as he pumped them inside her.

She felt his fingers leave her pussy, feeling a pang of disappointment, but continued to push against his fingers in her ass as her pleasure continued to grow.

She groaned, feeling his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, only realizing in that moment that it wasn't Sebastian's fingers in her ass. Her eyes widened as the full length of his cock pressed into her ass, too surprised to even stop speak.

She gasped for breath as he stretched her ass, pumping his cock inside her with slow and measured strokes.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" Safira grunted as Sebastian gradually picked up the pace, her asshole stretching to accommodate his length, hating the fact that Sebastian could make something even as demeaning as this feel so good.

"UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!" she moaned, her cries of pleasure getting louder and louder as they echoed off the temple walls. His thighs slapped against her ass as he hammered his cock inside her, her body alive with pleasure.

"GAWAAADS!!!!" she screamed out, drenching her thighs with her cum as another orgasm rocked her body.

She felt her eyes droop as her multiple orgasm caught up with her, but Sebastian was still slamming his cock into her ass, making her quiver with desire. She finally heard a loud grunt from Sebastian before she felt a jet of cum flood her ass.

She gasped as Sebastian pulled another orgasm from her exhausted body as her eyes fluttering closed.

***

Vers opened her eyes with a start, finding herself back with Loki. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that it was just a dream, no matter how vivid it was.

"What were you dreaming about?" Loki asked, surprising Vers.

"Nothing," Vers replied quickly. "It was nothing," she added, her face growing red with embarrassment.

"It didn't sound like nothing to me," Loki teased. "You were moaning in your sleep."

"I don't remember," Vers lied, wanting to end this conversation as quickly as possible.

"Alright, alright" Loki relented. "You may keep your secrets… for now."

Vers said nothing as she shut her eyes, trying not to think about her dream, and how it felt having Loki's body pressed against hers.

"How does it feel… sleeping in my bed?" Loki asked, curious to see how she would handle the revelation after spending so many nights together.

Vers's eyes went wide as the suggestion Loki implanted in her mind was suddenly stripped away, and she fully realized where she was.

"Arghh!" she growled, struggling in Loki's grip as she saw red. It was so much worse than when he made her sit in his lap, and just like before, she hadn't even noticed, but no matter how hard she struggled, she simply couldn't break his grip.

Her rage slowly faded as she realized this was exactly the reaction Loki wanted from her, and without thinking, she gave him exactly what he wanted.

***

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