Spy Games Ch. 30

"MMMPH!"

Sylvie Laufeysdottir was not used to being caught off guard, especially in matters of the mind. In fact, after hundreds and hundreds of years spent running and surviving in the ass-end of apocalypses with nothing more than her magic to sustain her and protect her, the blonde Princess of Asgard felt it wasn't unfair to consider herself a veritable virtuoso in the mind arts.

"Shhh. Quiet now, pet. Don't make me get out the heavier equipment."

"Nnngh..."

Which is why her current situation was so off-putting and humiliating, and frankly hard to properly process so that she could go about fixing things. See, Sylvie's field of mastery when it came to magic was Enchantment. It was all her mother had begun to teach her of the greater Seidr arts before the TVA had come and ripped her from her home, from her life as an Asgardian Princess.

She hadn't quite managed to learn anything else, instead finding herself pigeonholed into that sort of magic as she used it more and more to stay alive and healthy, and it in turn grew easier and easier under her control. These days, there wasn't a mind out there that Sylvie couldn't slip into with just the faintest contact. In fact, she could go so far as to slip from one mind to another without her real body having to even be in the direct vicinity.

Still, the way she managed to take over people's minds and control their bodies was through worming her way in via the cracks in their psyches, in their memories. By trapping them in their strongest memories, she could not only puppet their bodies, she could also implant herself as a dear friend or a close ally, allowing her to extract information from those who might have knowledge she needed.

After finding herself suddenly transported from an apocalypse she'd been coasting off of for a day and into the grandiose bedchambers of some handsome man with a roguish grin and too long teeth, Sylvie had done exactly that. Taking no chances, she'd immediately walked up and Enchanted the man in question, slipping into his mind like she'd done hundreds if not thousands of times before. And just as she'd done before, she'd pulled up his strongest memories.

Unfortunately for her, his strongest memories were apparently of his pleasurable experiences in a dimly lit sex dungeon, where she found herself playing the part of the submissive woman to his dominant man. Her normal attire stripped away, Sylvie Laufeysdottir found herself wearing more leather straps than actual clothes, all of it managing to pinch her in a far too real way even though this was nothing more than a memory in the stranger's mind.

Indeed, her genitals were exposed, her nipples rock hard and her clit throbbing from where he'd already hit her with a riding crop. Even now, said riding crop is ghosting across her flesh as Sylvie hangs there in bondage, her arms pulled back and up into the air behind her head, and a thick bulbous ball gag fitted into her jaw, keeping her from talking.

Panting heavily through the ball gag, her head hanging, Sylvie watches the handsome stranger through her bangs, wondering just how depraved the man is that this is what he immediately thought of when she prodded at his memories. This was where he was happiest… this was where he felt safest, otherwise the Enchantment wouldn't have taken them here in the first place.

Rather than his favorite restaurant, or a dinner party, or even a nice wholesome evening in bed with his Significant Other, it was here that she found herself, dangling and seemingly at his mercy, completely helpless before his wants and desires.

Obviously, it just wouldn't do and as the man pulled the crop back and prepared to swing it down again, Sylvie hurried to adjust things, searching for a tamer, nicer memory. In an instant, reality shifts before the riding crop can once more impact her flesh and send strangely pleasurable tingles coursing through her body.

Instead of being in bondage in the depths of some dark, dank sex dungeon, they're now in a restaurant… high-class from the look of things. Sylvie looks around, recognizing the architecture as Terran in origin, or as they called it, Earth. Far from being half-naked and covered in leather straps, she's now wearing a gorgeous black strapless dress and while she still feels a little too exposed, it's a lot nicer than before so she's not complaining.

"I do hope you're enjoying yourself my dear. If the atmosphere isn't to your liking, we can always change it."

And of course, across from her is the man, the handsome stranger she was currently ensorcelling. This was his memory after all, and he doubtlessly saw in her a personal and close confidant, if not an intimate relation. No longer gagged and bound in rope and leather, Sylvie adjusts to the much calmer scene with a fond smile as she picks up the wine glass in front of her and takes a long sip from it.

"The atmosphere is perfect, darling. Thank you for taking me out on the town. This is such a beautiful venue."

His smile is as handsome as the rest of him, and oddly disarming. Sylvie does her best to ignore how it makes her heart pound in her chest. She can't get close to people, she knows that full well. Everyone is a possible threat; every attachment is a weakness that might doom her to the TVA. He's nothing more than a means to an end, just like every other person she's interacted with for hundreds of years.

"I'm glad to hear that. Collar isn't too tight then?"

Blinking, Sylvie unthinkingly reaches up and touches her neck… or rather, comes in contact with the thick leather collar around her neck instead, blanching as she feels it. It… had it been there a moment before? No, more than that, why did it feel so RIGHT around her pretty little throat? Even more than that, it was a dreadfully exposed accessory, given the shoulder-less nature of her black dress.

Blanching, Sylvie looks around and realizes more than a few people are staring, whispering at her. She goes bright red at the realization that her and her collar are the center of attention, blushing hard enough that it travels down her neck and spreads across her upper chest. Her mouth opens, but she doesn't know what to say… she doesn't know what to do. It's one shock after another with this handsome stranger. Who is this man, that his happiest memories all focus on the subjugation and submission of the women he's with?

"Are you okay? You've gone rather silent."

"I-I just… um… I g-guess…"

"It IS the atmosphere, isn't it? Let me handle that."

Snapping his fingers, the mysterious stranger does something that no being she's ever enchanted has done before him. He controls the memory. Everyone in the restaurant save for the two of them vanishes, leaving the whole place distressingly empty and silent as Sylvie freezes up, sat across the table from her mark. He's… he's aware of her, isn't he? No, more than that… he's in control.

"Y-You… who are you? WHAT are you?"

Smiling slightly, the handsome strange cocks his head to the side, his eyes turning to a strange black-gold before glowing with golden light that makes Sylvie's breath hitch. It's so beautiful, so… enchanting. She manages to shake herself out of it a moment later, but even still… he's mesmerizing in a way she realizes is inherently dangerous.

She should pull the plug on this now, end the Enchantment and return to her own body to try and run. That should still be an option… but Sylvie's curiosity gets the better of her. This is the first being she's met in a thousand years who can do the thing she can do, and not just do it, but do it better than her presumably. Has she… has she found a kindred spirit?

"My name is Vali Masters. Formerly Vali Mikaelson, but that name ceased having meaning to me when I found out the man who I inherited it from wasn't my father some four thousand years ago. Certainly, it was better to leave it dead and buried along with him when I finally ended his life. And you, my dear are Sylvie Laufeysdottir. Princess of Asgard, but also the daughter of Laufey, King of the Jotun."

Sylvie flinches at his knowledge. Finding out that she was… adopted had not been one of her favorite moments, but she'd had centuries to come to terms with it. Her mother might not have been her mother, but Frigga loved her all the same, and had always treated her with kindness. Still, for this man to know who she was…

"I'm reading your mind, to be clear. You're sort of an open book, my dear. Tough luck with the TVA by the way. Thankfully, they don't appear to exist in my neck of the woods."

That gets a jolt from Sylvie. Don't exist? What is he talking about?!

"Well, it's either that or I'm somehow playing a great big part in their Sacred Timeline… but no. From what you've seen bouncing around the galaxy for the past thousand or so years, I don't exist in your universe. Which makes sense. Whichever branch of the multiverse I exist in is definitely cut off from the so-called 'Sacred Timeline'. Else the TVA would have been by to prune me at least a hundred times since I arrived here."

"That's not… that's not possible. The Sacred Timeline is the only timeline there is. They literally destroy every other timeline to make sure of that!"

Chuckling, he looks at her with a pitying, condescending smile that makes Sylvie flush in embarrassment.

"Come now, my dear… where do you get your knowledge from?"

She opens her mouth to respond, only to snap it shut again. But it's too late, given he's in her mind. He grins and nods.

"Yes. Your knowledge of the so-called Sacred Timeline and the TVA's divine duty… comes from the TVA itself. These 'Time Keepers' that you want so desperately to kill… would it not behoove them to hide any failure to prune every single possible branch? That said, I doubt that my universe is really a branch anyways… it's more like its own entire tree, at least by this point. A whole section of the multiverse, cut off from the TVA and their glorious mission. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?"

It did sound nice. It sounded like exactly what she wanted to achieve back in HER universe. To destroy the TVA and cast down the Time Keepers, to free the timeline from their shackles and their bureaucracy… it was all Sylvie had wanted for hundreds and hundreds of years. To hear that she was no longer even in THAT universe, that she was both out of the TVA's reach, but also that they were out of hers… it was hard for the Asgardian Princess to process.

"I don't… I don't know what to do now."

Part of her wanted to go back, to demand that he send her back. But that part of her was becoming vanishingly small and Sylvie… Sylvie found herself starting to relax, strangely enough. It was a very odd feeling, relaxing. She hadn't relaxed for real for centuries. Relaxing was a good way to get yourself pruned, and hiding in apocalypses, while it kept you safe from the TVA, wasn't exactly conducive for taking a load off and de-stressing.

She chalks it up to the realization that she doesn't have to hide or run anymore. She can't fight either, and she feels like she should be angrier about that, or more upset or something. Was it so bad though, that her fight was over? Her long struggle was at an end…

"You're finally safe, Sylvie. You can finally live your life. And I'll be there for you, every step of the way."

Looking up, Sylvie locks eyes with Vali Masters once more… and finds herself lost in his gaze as the Enchantment finally comes to an end, NOT of her choice… but his.

-x-X-x-

I smile down at Sylvie Laufeysdottir as she blinks, coming back to her own senses and realizing what her body has been doing while she was… otherwise occupied mentally. Namely, I'd had her strip herself down to the waist, exposing her supple shoulders and gorgeous breasts. Then, I'd had her kneel, take out my cock, and put it in her mouth.

She had effectively been sucking me off the entire time we'd been talking and hadn't known it. Of course, she'd also been slowly but surely falling more and more under my sway. Her attempt at Enchanting me had given me the perfect in to her mind and I'd taken something of a gentler approach with her then I had with the Valkyrie. Using the Mind Stone, backed by Reality and Power, I'd altered her thoughts somewhat subtly, carefully stripping away her obsession with revenge against the TVA.

After all, it would do me no favors if she was so obsessed with ending the TVA that she grew angry with me for pulling her firmly out of their reach, and them out of hers. Indeed, Sylvie was never going back to the universe that the TVA governed over. She was never returning to their 'Sacred Timeline'. She was here now, and she was mine.

Jolting at first in surprise, Sylvie blinks, looking between me and my cock in her mouth, her eyes crossing as she takes in my shaft. Then, a wanton throaty moan reverberates up my length and she suddenly wraps her arms around my waist, taking me even deeper into her throat as she begins to suck me off in earnest. I grin down at her as she looks up at me with growing affection in her eyes.

Before ending our little mental chat, I'd firmly planted the seed of gratitude in Sylvie Laufeysdottir mind. I'd then watered it and made sure it was growing into a blossoming flower before pulling her back into the real world. Now, I was seeing the fruits of my labor as the cute blonde thing bobbed up and down on my cock, overwhelmed with appreciation for what I'd done to her. Appreciation that was rapidly evolving into lustful, mind-breaking devotion and adoration.

I was a bad man, but a great monster. She would love being my slave, I had made sure of that. Indeed, as I place a hand atop her head, my fingers brushing across the horned golden circlet on her brow, I grin wickedly and push her down my length before beginning to cum.

"Go ahead, pet… swallow every last drop."

She does, of course, gulping it down like a woman starving. And in a way, that's exactly what Sylvie Laufeysdottir is. A woman starved of basic needs, of the common things that every sapient being needs to survive. Hundreds of years spent running had turned her more into a frightened and skittish prey animal then anything else. Backed into a corner, she'd fight to the death, but otherwise she was too used to just running and running.

Well, no more of that. She was mine now, and I make sure she knows it as she finishes swallowing my load and pulls back off of my cock, my shaft leaving her lips with a pop. She stares up at my breathlessly, and I can see the desire in her beautiful green eyes. But then of course I could. After all, I'd put it there.

"Do you want something from me, pet?"

"Yesss… I need it. I need more. I need… I need you inside of me!"

Heh, that I could accommodate. Grinning wickedly, I pull Sylvie to her feet and then grab her by her hips, tossing her onto the nearby bed. With a snap of my fingers and a flex of the Reality Stone, the rest of her attire turns into bubbles, leaving her entirely naked save for the horned circlet upon her brow. I decided she could keep that on. It was kind of sexy.

Crawling atop her, I splay her thighs apart with my hands and bring my throbbing cock down to her slit. She's absurdly wet of course, I'd been stimulating and stoking her pleasure centers since she'd first tried to Enchant me. The entire time we'd been talking mentally, and she'd been blowing me in reality, her body had been getting more and more turned on.

I tease her for a moment, enjoying the way her face scrunches up oh so cutely and she whines, her hands coming up to her breasts but not seeming to know what to do otherwise. Grinning, I finally push into her, penetrating Sylvie deeply right then and there. She's absurdly tight, as I thought she would be, and as wet as her quim is, it's still slow going just getting inside of her.

In response to being impaled upon my cock, Sylvie tosses her head back and cries out, groaning and moaning as she shudders in orgasmic bliss beneath me. After all, I was practically catnip for the poor Princess at this point. She was all mine, and I was her whole entire fucking world. Having torn her from her previous one, it was the least I could do to give her something new to hyper-fixate on, right?

Leaning forward, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and begin to suck at it. Sylvie arches her back and thrusts her chest up into my face eagerly in response. I grab and squeeze at her other breast, prompting more moaning, more cries of impassioned pleasure. It's not long before I have her cumming for me again and again. It's not long before her legs are wrapped around my waist in a leglock.

The old Sylvie, the Sylvie of just a dozen minutes or so ago, would never leave herself so vulnerable, not to anyone. She wouldn't have been capable of it. But I was nothing if not a magnanimous master. I stripped away that insecurity, I pulled back the shell she'd built around herself and I made her my own in mind, body, and soul.

She belonged to me now, and I made that abundantly clear to her by exploring every inch of her body with my tongue, hands, and cock, fucking her deeply and squeezing her tightly and all around enjoying her for the vision of gorgeous beauty that she was.

When all was said and done and I'd filled her womb with my seed, pumping a hot thick load of cum into her as she goaded me on and begged for it, we find ourselves laying back on the bed, with her curled into my chest.

"Um… could you…"

Raising an eyebrow, I look down at her and after waiting a beat for her to spit it out, roll my eyes and read her mind instead. When I see what she wants amidst the mess of jumbled thoughts I've left her with, I can't help but grin. Calling upon the Reality Stone, I conjure up a nice, thick, leather collar around her neck, just like the one I'd put on her in our shared mindscape.

Well, not quite. That one had been nondescript and unadorned. This one has the name 'SYLVIE' emblazoned on it in big bold lettering. Looking down at herself for a moment, fingering her new collar, Sylvie Laufeysdottir lets out a low, humming, happy sigh of relief and relaxes fully into my chest.

The Goddess of Lies and Mischief… fully tamed.

-x-X-x-

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