Krystal

12

Loki doesn't speak to me for the rest of the day, much to my amusement. I'd turned the tables on him and gotten under his skin when he's been the one trying to get under mine.

Loki has a short discussion with a guard that I don't care enough to eavesdrop on before the lights in the cells are turned off for the night.

Around an hour later, when I'm trying to get to sleep I hear whispers nearby so I look around. I watch a servant girl being brought to the cell next to mine and once she enters, Loki takes measure of her.

I can't help but notice, even in the darkness that she's very similar looking to me, even down to the length and colour of her hair. Interesting.

He takes a seat in the chair that faces my cell and watches her undress in front of him.

I decide to repay the favour and watch him with her just like he'd done to me when I was with Skurge, if only to annoy him further.

Once the servant is down on her knees, he unbuckles himself so she can pleasure him. I can already tell that this poor woman won't be able to fully take him in her mouth.

With how little her head is moving, even with his hand gripping the back of her hair to control her, it's obvious it'll take a while for him to finish at this rate.

That's when he sees me sitting back in my own chair watching him with her.

He never once breaks eye contact with me while he tries to force himself further into her mouth in a clear attempt to prove something to me.

Clearly he wanted me to watch him, perhaps to prove me wrong and show me he wasn't as lonely as I'd suggested earlier.

He's forced to use his free hand to start working on himself in an effort to finish sooner, because at this point the servants lack of capability and skill is just embarrassing.

Still looking at me, he leans his head back slightly and breathes heavily before finishing in her mouth. I don't know why, but she seems like she wasn't expecting it as she spits it out into a handkerchief.

After he buckles himself back up, she gets dressed and is quickly escorted away. I give him a small, but quiet round of applause when he finally gets up from his chair.

"Very well done".

"Did you enjoy watching that?" he asks me.

"Clearly more than you enjoyed her mouth" I laugh.

"What makes you believe that?"

"Oh come on, Loki, you don't have to pretend with me. You didn't even hit the back of her throat did you? Just for clarity, I'm clearly judging her subpar performance and not yours".

"I have had better" he replies sternly.

"Have you? Has a woman ever been able to fully satisfy you with her mouth or are you always forced to help finish yourself off like that?"

"At least I was able to finish, unlike yourself".

Touché.

"Why didn't you just fuck her instead? Or were you afraid she couldn't handle that either?"

"You talk of handling me like you could take it, like you could out perform the whores of this kingdom".

"I'll put it this way, Loki, it wouldn't take much effort from me to out perform any of them if they can barely handle you. Oh and I would've swallowed like a good girl".

"You are a quite the little whore aren't you, witch?"

"A woman doesn't have to be a whore to enjoy great sex and I don't go around fucking just anybody".

"Who do you fuck then?"

"Whoever I want, whenever I want, but never more than once no matter how good they might be".

"Is that by choice or do they merely no longer desire you afterwards?" he makes a pathetic attempt to offend me.

"Regular sex with the same partner leads to complications that I can't afford to deal with".

"Complications?"

"Emotions".