Word Find Game
OK, so, I was tagged by @diphthongsfordays. Let’s see if I can do this.
Discover (The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls):
Shrill cries of pain filled the chambers, emitting from a door. Loki smirked at Cedalore’s cringing shoulders. The bed chamber belonged to his Best Boy, Geirwyn, who was a sadomasochistic savage beast. At that moment, Geirwyn was disciplining one of Loki’s pleasure girls. Discovered entangled in lust with his brother’s man slave, Loki wanted her punished to ensure she returned her devotion to him and Geirwyn was doing a thorough job.
“That’s right, girl,” Loki spoke in a quiet chiseling tone as he leaned close to Cedalore. “Let those cries of your slave sister be a reminder that your little snatch belongs to me and only me, though yours isn’t worth being used. Plowing around in that hole would be as fun as sticking my dick in a drainage pipe. Would you even know what to do with it? You couldn’t please a man if your life depended on it. I dare say, you’ll always be a virgin.”
As Loki placed her beneath his other slaves, Cedalore distanced herself from them and considered none to be her slave brother or sister.
“Yes, my lord, Prince Loki,” Cedalore replied to Loki’s scalding words in her natural obedient tone though they stung like a poisonous arrow shot through her heart.
“How does that make you feel?” The prince continued his taunts of the girl as he enjoyed causing pain, both physical and emotional.
Cedalore inhaled and measured her words like a smart slave.
Parting her lips, Cedalore said, “It makes me feel like I am not worthy to be in your presence, my lord, Prince Loki. I shall try to please you in all the other ways that I can by being your hand slave.”
“Good girl,” Loki patronized, patting her mousy brown hair.
Leave (The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls):
Hurrying from the dining hall with Cedalore trailing him, Loki raced along the corridor after Valkyrie who vanished around a corner. Rushing around the corner after Valkyrie, he halted as the cool steel of a dagger pressed to his taut throat.
“Perhaps you will die today, my Lord,” Valkyrie threatened, holding the dagger firm.
“Perhaps today you’ll stop your teasing and give into my yearnings to tease your body to the deepest hours of the night,” Loki replied, pushing the dagger from his throat with his index finger.
Cedalore remained calm at the sight of the dagger. She was used to these interactions between her master and Valkyrie.
“You know, they say Thor is the daft one, but why is it that I feel it’s you?” Valkyrie voiced, keeping her dagger pointed at Loki.
Loki lighted in a tickled laugh, saying, “If that came from any other woman’s lips, I’d be offended, but knowing that you mask your true love for me with your disdainful words only make me want you more.”
“Leave me be, weasel,” she dismissed him, sheathing her dagger.
Valkyrie continued along the corridor.
Following, Loki walked alongside Valkyrie, saying, “Please allow me to escort you to my chambers so I can steal your flower. I’m sure it will taste so sweet when it burst with sap.”
Valkyrie kept walking. Loki’s lascivious poetry would stir a weaker Valkyrie from her vows, but she was strong in her faith.
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Loki continued in his smooth tone. “I assure you I am skilled in deflowering virgins and would ease in gently with tender strokes. Hmmm…well, on the other hand, I think you’re much more of the kinkster and would love to have my big dick rip that tight cunny apart with jagged thrusts.”
As the glorious filth rolled from the silver tongue, Valkyrie closed her eyes and tried to control her anger. Loki plucked her chords like a skilled violinist, and whenever she gave in and clobbered him, it was feeding into his insatiable need to demand her attention. Using swift dexterity, she smashed the palm of her hand into his nose, sending his head back and blood streaming down his lips.
Tiny (The Dark Asgard Chronicles: Mangling the Fowls):
Loki stopped at the slave rings. Female breeders were walking in a single file with their wombs filled with the next generation of slaves. Allowing slaves outdoor exercise and recreation kept them in shape.
Loki detested children, though Frigga was prone to reminding him that he needed to take a wife. The adverseness he had toward children had its roots buried in his birth.
Asgard allowed selling infants into slavery, but there was a law against infanticide. The practice of selling runts into slavery existed on Jotunheim for years, but Asgard intervened when they learned how they dealt with infants left after sales. The idiotic Jotuns thought the birth of smaller infants was a disadvantage instead of an evolutionary event. Any runts left after sales were killed.
Notified of a Jotun market sale, Asgardian warriors stormed Jotunheim, but they arrived at the slave house to find a slaughter of blue infants. Removing their capes, Asgardian warriors swaddled the baby corpses, preparing to take them to Asgard for a proper burial. One warrior lifted a tiny blue baby corpse and a small blue hand thrust from where it had lain. The warrior pulled the baby from among the dead and presented it to Odin. The baby was King Laufey’s son. Odin wanted to sell the baby into slavery, but Frigga grew attached to the child. Casting a spell, Odin hid the baby’s blue skin and red eyes, and Frigga named him Loki.
Discovering the origin of his birth, Loki had a temper tantrum that lasted six years. Learning that he was a thrown-away child, something in him cracked. The opinion that family, love, and children were a waste of time and effort was cemented in him. Why should he love anyone if his birth parents treated him like trash? According to him, procreation needed to cease with all children being eliminated. Once procreation ceased, the universe would be at peace.
Uneasy: not found
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I’m tagging:
@writerlysilly @dilemmaontwolegs @magicmoon65 @reowrites @milkathedudz @elkatheinkstained
Your words: Decay, Birth, Funny, High