Sunday, April 8, 2018

Loki's Maid

            I had been working at the palace of Asgard for eight months now. I was here because I'd turned down every man who'd tried to court me. I wasn't interested in marrying a blacksmith, soldier, or a cook who I'd hardly get to see because of their work. They weren't terribly attractive or smart either. I longed for a handsome, intelligent, romantic man who had...well, time for me. I didn't want to spend my days taking care of his home and babies. I wanted more out of life.

            My Mother always said "Auria, you're too smart for your own good! You're going to be an old maid at the rate you're going!"

            I guess in an ironic way, she was right. I am a maid. Father decided since I was "getting on in years" and refused to marry, I should at least get a job and help the family. I was fortunate that when I was out on my quest to get work I overheard at a local tavern they were hiring maids at the palace. I'd been waiting to talk to the woman in charge of the barmaids about a job. When I heard this information, I hurried over and asked who I would speak to about working at the palace. The lady looked me up and down, laughed and said, "Oh dearie, they be needin' hard workers at that palace. You look too soft to be workin' there!"

            She stirred my temper so I snapped back, "That's not for you to decide! Now who do I talk to?"

            She shrugged and replied, "Her name be Gertrude. On the south side of the palace, closest to the stables, be the servant entrance. Just go up to any of them that be goin' in and out and tell them you're lookin' for Gertrude and they'll show you the way."

            I thanked her and hurried off to the palace. Gertrude hadn't been too impressed with me either, but decided to give me a chance since I was young and she thought I could be properly trained. I was young by her standards, getting old by my father's. I was an adult myself and yet others still confused me to no end.

            I was assigned to the kitchen which meant I would be serving at feasts as well as regular meals for the court. That's where I met them: the princes of Asgard. They were both handsome men though I found Thor loud, boisterous, arrogant, rude, and drank too much. Loki on the other hand was quieter, polite, and all around more reserved. Thor demanded of the servants, Loki asked politely, never forgetting his manners.

            It happened one day that I caught Loki gazing at me every time I passed by or brought him something at supper. Before the meal was over, it got to where I could feel his eyes on me when I was on the opposite side of the room. I'd turn to see and sure enough, the prince was gazing at me. I said nothing. It continued at every meal for the rest of the week.

            At the end of the week, as I was refilling his wine goblet he finally asked me my name. "I am Auria, your highness."

            "Auria? A bit of an unusual name for a servant. It is lovely though. How long have you worked here? I do not recall seeing you until a few months ago."

            "I've only worked here for a few months, your highness."

            He graced me with a smile and replied, "No need to stand on formalities. Simply Loki is fine."

            "Yes your highness," I was getting flustered. "I mean Loki. If it pleases you to be addressed that way. I must go get more wine. Please excuse me."

            He dismissed me with a slight nod of his head and I turned to hurry off to the kitchen. I knew my cheeks must be crimson as I could feel an intense heat in my face. He was so handsome and his voice much softer than I imagined. I suddenly felt a strange sensation of something heavy shifting in my apron pocket. I looked down to find a beautiful wine red rose in my right pocket. I gasped as I picked it up to study it closer. Where in the realms did this come from? I brought it to my nose to inhale its divine scent as I turned back to Loki. Had he put it there when he spoke to me? I didn't recall feeling the weight of it as we spoke. I caught his gaze and he smiled slightly as he saw me there sniffing that beautiful rose.

            I quickly stuck it back into my apron pocket, pushing it down far enough that it couldn't be seen, as I returned to my work.


            It became a regular occurrence that the prince would grace me with a small smile and say hello at any time he had contact with me. It didn't turn into a longer conversation though.

            It was a few weeks after the mysterious rose apparition incident, that something even stranger happened one morning as I arose at dawn so I could assist with serving breakfast. As I yawned, stretched, and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I noticed a strange weight on my left wrist. I glanced down and gasped in shock. I raised my arm to study it closer. There wrapped around my pale wrist was the most beautiful golden bracelet I'd ever seen. It had small emeralds all the way around. Where in Helheim had this come from!? It certainly wasn't there when I'd fallen asleep. Wait a minute, that dream I had last night. I thought hard and recalled a little of it. I'd dreamed of Prince Loki again as I had been doing nightly for the last few months. We'd been on a picnic in the royal garden, talking, laughing and enjoying each other's company. He'd presented me with what he called a token of his affection. A golden bracelet with emeralds, just like the one now wrapped around my left wrist. But that had just been a dream...hadn't it?

            I turned it round about my wrist looking for the clasp to remove it. It didn't appear to have one despite I remembered him using one in my dream to secure it. I moved it down, but it was too snug to slip it off over my hand. I feared someone seeing such an expensive looking gift and being accused of stealing. A mere servant girl would have to save her salary for quite a while before affording such a luxury. While the palace paid more generously than a tavern, it was still meager compared to the wages of a skilled tradesman. I dressed quickly and realized my dress sleeves would cover it except when I raised my hands up. I decided I'd just have to do my best to keep my sleeve down over it so no one would notice. I was grateful for the cool weather and the resulting cooler temperatures in the palace, even though it did get quite warm in the kitchen. I would just have to deal with it since I couldn't seem to remove it. I didn't want anyone seeing the bracelet.

            At breakfast no other servant noticed my bracelet, or the fact I kept my dress sleeves down, instead of rolling them up as was the custom of everyone after they'd been in the kitchen for a while. I was barely even noticed unless I was commanded to take something out to the dining hall. No one even called me by my name. I was known as the ginger girl. People acted like my red hair was an anomaly. Granted most of the other servants had plain, dull brown hair like weak tea. A few were dirty blondes. All of us women wore our hair pinned up as it was cooler and kept it out of our faces. Mine was naturally curly and rather unruly so I braided it before I pinned it up. I had eyes as blue as the sky on a clear day and a creamy complexion that rarely saw the sun. I'd turn pink in no time. The sunshine had never been my friend. Everyone told me I'm stunningly beautiful. More than one of the older female servants had said it was a shame my father hadn't been able to marry me off as I'd make a fine prize for any man. I was indignant at being referred to as a prize. I was not a trophy to be won and then paraded about.

            I was snapped out of my thoughts by a shout, "You there! Ginger maid! Come take this tea tray to Prince Loki's chambers!"

            Prince Loki's chambers? He wasn't in the dining hall with the rest of the family? I slowly walked over and picked it up. There was a tea pot, cup with saucer, and a covered dish with sweet breads and fruit that I knew Loki enjoyed as his breakfast. "I'm to take it to his personal chambers?" I inquired, trying to keep my voice steady.

            "Aye lass, he's in his rooms. You know where that is, right? Do I need to ask someone else?"

            "I know where his chambers are!" I snapped more roughly than I'd intended.

            I snatched up the tray, being careful not to drop off anything, and turned to head out of the kitchen. I made my way to the side of the palace where the royal family lived. I finally got to the hall where I'd find his chambers. I made my way to the doors and paused. Should I knock? Was he expecting someone to bring his breakfast? While I was trying to decide what to do, the door slowly opened far enough for me to enter. I walked in slowly and heard a creak. I turned to see the door swinging closed as if someone had given it a push, yet there was no one there. It didn't slam, but closed softly with a click. The room was dimly lit as I began to slowly cross to the table that was near the fireplace. I was startled when a male voice softly said, "Why hello Auria. I was not expecting you to deliver my breakfast."

            There in a rather plush forest green chair, sat Prince Loki with a book open, but resting on his lap. I placed the tray on the table and replied, "I wasn't too busy so I was asked to bring this tray to you."

            I carefully moved everything off of the tray. I wasn't paying attention to my sleeves so I didn't notice when they shifted and my new bracelet was clearly visible. Loki quickly seized my wrist, holding it gently, and moved the sleeve back so he could see it. He looked at me quizzically and I shrugged. "I really don't know where it came from. I woke up with it on my wrist."

            He simply smiled, winked, and sat back saying, "You may go Auria. Do not show that bracelet to anyone."

            I nodded and turned to leave. Before I reached the door, Loki called out, "If I need anything else I will send for you."

            I turned hurriedly. "I beg your pardon sire? I thought you had personal servants."

            "Oh I do. However I am considering replacing my personal maid as she no longer seems for the job. Would you consider replacing her my Dear?"

            Me? Prince Loki wanted me to be his personal maid? I stuttered about, unsure of what to say. I very much wanted to be closer to him, but I wasn't sure how to handle the situation.

            "It would mean a pay raise for you and better sleeping quarters. My personal maid sleeps in a room across and at the end of the hall from here. It is much nicer than those tiny cells down in the servant quarters near the kitchen. You will even have your own bathroom. I like to keep my servants close to me and readily available at any time I should require them."

            A long silence stretched out between us. I saw Loki raise an eyebrow quizzically, as if wondering why I was taking so long to answer. I soon replied, "If it pleases you sire."

            "Oh indeed it pleases me Auria. I am certain you will please me quite well."

            I curtsied quickly and rushed from the room, feeling the heat in my cheeks as I flushed crimson. I wasn't entirely sure what he meant when he said I would please him, but it gave me erotic ideas that I knew would play out in my dreams.

            Later that same day, a man who seemed vaguely familiar to me approached me as I was polishing the silverware that had been used at lunch in the kitchen and told me to gather my personal belongings and report to the hallway we referred to as the Royal Corridor in exactly thirty minutes. He wore the uniform of a personal servant. They dressed finer than the rest of us, but nowhere near that of nobility. I was relieved of my kitchen duties and was being reassigned. Another young lady quickly came over and took over the polishing. "You best move Miss. None of the royal family likes to be kept waiting."

            I thanked her and dried my hands, as I exited the kitchen. I quickly went to my tiny bedroom and retrieved the few dresses, aprons, and extra pair of shoes I owned out of the small wardrobe. I also had a small box that contained my hair pins and a few other items. I stacked everything carefully on the bed. I didn't want to carry it like throughout the palace hallways, but I didn't own any kind of knapsack. I decided the pillowcase would have to do. I could always bring it back. I stripped it off the pillow and placed my belongings inside. I then hurried to the Royal Corridor; it took me less than thirty minutes to do all of this. The same man was waiting for me. He was pleased I arrived early and said, "I am to show you to your new chambers. You will now serve Prince Loki."

            I didn't respond as I followed him down the hallway to my new room. He opened the door, ushered me inside and said, "Put your things away, put on the uniform dress you'll find in the wardrobe and report to Prince Loki. Don't waste time as the Prince doesn't like to be kept waiting."

            I nodded an acknowledgement and he shut the door. I looked around. This room was spacious compared to the dingy little cell I just relocated from. The bed was a good size with a brass bedframe; a small table next to it with a night lamp. On the left wall was a bigger wardrobe than I had need for as well as a fireplace and to the right I could see the door to the bathroom. There was a good sized window behind the bed and another between the fireplace and wardrobe. I approached the wardrobe, deciding to put my things away properly tonight so as not to keep the Prince waiting. I saw the black dress and white apron I was now expected to wear. There were four dresses, but one apron. I had the two of the exact same style, so it wouldn't be an issue. I quickly changed clothing. I didn't wear undergarments. I found them a pointless nuisance. The dress was shorter than my others; it didn't quite reach my knees. I hadn't worn a dress so short since I was a child. I tied my apron on quickly and hurried to Loki's chambers.

            I knocked and waited to be told to enter. Instead of a voice, the door once again opened on its own. I entered the room cautiously while the door closed behind me, just as it had before. The curtains covering the tall windows were open at this hour, filling the room with natural light. Loki was seated in a chair by the fireplace. This time the table was on the other side of the room. I approached quickly. He put his book down on the side table next to his chair and turned to me. "Hello again, Auria."

            "Good afternoon sire."

            He smirked and went on, "Your only real job here is to keep my chambers clean, make up the bed, clean my clothing, and bring my meals when I wish to dine here. You are to clean the spines and shelf edges of the bookcases, but do not remove any of the books."

            He paused and gestured toward the opposite side of the room from where he sat. I turned toward that side of the room. He went on, "Clean the outside of those cupboards, but do not open any of them. I keep the inside clean myself. Do not mess with the table between them at all. It might seem a mess to you, but I am often in the midst of experiments and do not wish for anything to be disturbed. The bathroom is behind you and I wish for it to be cleaned daily. Can you handle all of that Auria?"

            "Yes sire," I replied with a curtsey.

            "Auria, what did I tell you about that?"

            I furrowed my brow. "Not to be formal?" I replied questioningly.

            "That is exactly what I said, my Dear. Just Loki is fine. You can simply say yes, as well."

            "As you wish. It just might take me a while to remember and I apologize in advance for when I do slip up. I was taught to address all members of the royal family in a formal, proper manner."

            "Yes Auria, I am sure you were. I would like my afternoon tea now. I will be dining with the rest of the family this evening so after serving my tea, you may go tidy up your own room and have the rest of the evening to yourself. I do not rise early in the morning unless I have to for some reason. You will be told of those days. You will find the cleaning supplies for my room in a cupboard in the bathroom of your room. My manservant will move the table while you retrieve my tea. Thank you Auria. I am certain you are going to enjoy your new position."

            With that dismissal I went off to the kitchen where I found his tea tray was just being finished. I delivered it quickly so it didn't get cold. A few minutes later, I retreated to my own room where I cleaned up and found the supplies I would be using in Loki's room.


            I had a terribly uneventful two weeks of being his servant before he announced one evening as I came to retrieve his used supper dishes that he would be going away for a few days and I was to continue cleaning his room in his absence. He told me to be sure to clean a few items of clothing and pack his clothing case in the morning as he would be leaving after lunch. I acknowledged his orders and left the room with the tray of dishes. I saw about getting his clothing cleaned, pressed, and ready to packed up while I was downstairs.

            It was later than usual when I returned to my room and stripped out of my uniform to crawl into bed. In the last two days, I'd washed his bedding, cleaned the enormous rugs, polished all the furniture, and scrubbed the floors. I was exhausted even though I was slow to drift off. At least with him gone for a few days, I'd get to rest. There wouldn't be much to do in his absence.

            I have no idea how long I'd been asleep when I suddenly became aware of someone gently stroking my cheek. I'd been having a wonderful dream and didn't want to wake from it. I wondered faintly if I was still dreaming. I kept my eyes close and enjoyed the sensations. Those soft fingers slowly traced over my jawline and dipped down onto my neck before crossing my collarbone and down to my chest, pausing at the beginning of my cleavage. The touch was gentle yet arousing. I'd only been touched in such a manner in my dreams. I'd had clumsy kisses with a few young men before I began working here, but I hadn't allowed any of them to do more. They were horrible kissers and I certainly didn't want to see how badly they did anything else. Those fingers just lingered, not moving further. I released a held back sigh, raising my chest to see if I could prompt those fingers to continue their explorations. I heard a soft chuckle and a voice state, "If you wish me to continue Darling, you best open those lovely blue eyes of yours. I know you aren't truly asleep."

            I slowly opened my eyes to see Prince Loki gazing down at me. Neither of us spoke. We just gazed at each other for several seconds. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized he was shirtless. I looked down to see if he was nude, but he was too close for me to see him entirely. Finally his fingers slid down between my breasts but moved to grab the top of my quilt and yank it off of me.

            He gasped and grinned wide in approval. "So my little Birdie sleeps in the nude. All the better for me."

            He moved to sit on the bed next to me as he began to slowly trace over my skin with those long, graceful fingers of his. He started at my neck and slowly worked down toward my breasts. Once he reached there, he slowly moved his fingertips down over my right breast to circle teasingly around my nipple. It perked up in response, but he didn't touch it before moving his fingers off to my other breast to circle my nipple in the same manner. He soon leaned over and brought his mouth closer as if he was going to kiss my body. He stopped with his lips hovering over my left nipple. He shifted position so he could slowly move toward my other breast. His lips were so close to my skin I could feel his hot breath. He paused over my other nipple. I licked my lips, anticipating the feeling of his lips on my body. He still just hovered above my nipple. I moaned and arched my back slightly to bring my nipple closer to his mouth. He barely chuckled and withdrew slightly.

            "Loki?" I moaned out questioningly.

            "Yes my beautiful one?" He asked in response.

            "Kiss me," I pleaded softly.

            He slowly moved from my breasts, up towards my mouth, pausing to hover over my lips in the same teasing manner as with my breasts. I groaned, wanting so much to feel his pink, warm lips against my own. He grinned before finally crushing his lips down on mine in an intense, deep kiss that left me breathless.

            That first kiss lead to many more, with me curling my fingers up into his dark hair at the back of his head and pulling him closer to me. My lips parted under his kiss and I felt his tongue dart between them, searching out my own and stroking it before he broke away from me to kiss down my jawline to my collarbone. His lips didn't pause as he worked his way to my breasts. He caressed both with his hands, pinching up my nipples between his fingers and rolling them gently. I moaned as he brought his tongue to my left one and teased it like he'd done with his fingers before squeezing my breast and sucking my nipple up between his teeth. He nibbled a bit before he let go and traced a line to my other one with his tongue where he gave it the same treatment.

            I have no idea how long he played with my breasts and kissed my lips and face over and over again. Time seemed meaningless to me. All there was in my world now was the incredible things he was doing to my body. I moaned unrestrained as his left hand slid down my side to my hip. I felt it slip behind me as much as possible as he squeezed my cheek, kneading it roughly. He slid it back up and over my hip, across my pelvis, pausing at the top of my slit. He traced circles around my skin teasingly before dipping a finger into the slit and sliding down across my clitoris.

            He withdrew his lips from mine and said, "Oh my little Birdie is so wet for me."

            I moaned loudly. He laughed softly and said, "Spread those legs for your Prince my little Song Bird and I shall make you sing an aria tonight!"

            I obeyed immediately by spreading my legs wide. He gazed down at my wet pussy and said, "Oh such a thing of beauty you brought for your Prince. Let's see if you taste as delicious as you look."

            He dipped his head down between my thighs and I felt his tongue thrust between my folds, near my entrance before he glided it all the way to the top and out. "Oh my, you are a tasty treat!" He exclaimed before returning his tongue to my slit and proceeding to lick me like I was the most delectable dessert he'd ever tasted.

            I was now moaning louder as I felt that familiar tension building within my pelvis already. I'd made myself come before, but I knew this was going to be nothing like what I'd done with my own fingers. He was now circling it around with his tongue, flicking over it occasionally, and then drawing it between his lips to suck it gently. I soon felt two fingers thrust within me as he found the sweet spot on my front wall that he stroked in a come-hither motion. It didn't take long for that internal eruption that made my body convulse as I screamed out his name and bucked my pelvis upward. He pressed it down with his other hand as he withdrew his mouth.

            "Easy little Birdie," he cooed as he continued to stroke inside of me.

            I settled down some, but was still whimpering and moaning. He slid his free hand down and circled my clitoris with his thumb. I was still quivering and I had no doubt my inner walls were squeezing his fingers, though he never complained. "Is my sweet little one, ready for her Prince's big cock?" He questioned in a soft, sexy voice.

            "Oh god yes!" I squealed.

            He laughed softly as he withdrew his hands and positioned himself over me. I felt him probing my entrance with the head of that monster cock of his. I couldn't believe how big he was. I momentarily worried he wouldn't fit in me before I felt it slowly pushing within. I gasped as his girth stretched me. He kissed me softly and said, "I will go slow at first and open you gently. Just relax."

            He pushed in a little further. Every few seconds he gave me more and more of himself, filling me up until I felt his pelvis press against mine and he whispered in my ear, "That is all of me darling. You took it all like a good girl. Now I am going to fuck you gently, though I must warn you, I may not stay that way."

            I felt him withdraw slightly before pushing forward again. I moaned as his strokes continued, getting longer and faster. I heard the sounds he made and felt my body relax even more. I couldn't believe I had all of that huge girth filling me up and stretching me out with the most delicious burning and tingling I'd ever known.

            He was pumping faster and deeper as I felt that sweet tension return more intense than before. I could tell he must have been closer to his own peak as he was moving even faster. He shifted, raising himself up and grabbing the crossbar of my brass bedframe. This allowed his penetration to be even deeper. I spread my legs further, bending my knees and resting my feet on the mattress so I could raise my pelvis slightly. I wondered at how he could keep up such a frantic pace as the headboard smacked against the wall with the intensity of his thrusting. The minutes went by slowly before my body erupted again in that sweet ecstasy. This was even more spectacular than the one he'd given me with his tongue and I swear I saw shooting stars as my convulsing inner walls brought him quicker to his own release. I felt a rush of hot fluid as he cried out my name and I nearly shrieked his. His thrusting continued for a few more minutes, though it was gradually slowing down. He finally released the headboard and gently moved off of me, lying down carefully next to me. We were both panting so hard we couldn't speak. We were both covered in sweat and each other's come in our lower regions. Eventually I just rolled over and put my head on his chest. He softly kissed my forehead. Neither of us spoke. I soon drifted off to sleep.


Sunday, July 16, 2017

All in a Dream: The Polynesian Resort (part eight) RPF

        I slept until after ten the next morning. I was surprised by how late it was when I woke up. The bed was empty, but I could hear the television in the living room. I got up and dressed before exiting my bedroom. I found Tom sitting in the floor playing with Jerrome while Matthew watched cartoons. Gabriel and Michael weren't in the room. I greeted everyone and asked where the other boys were at.

            "They are up in their rooms with their iPads," Tom replied.

            I went on the kitchen to get something to drink. He soon appeared at the counter to tell me there were plenty of leftover chocolate chip pancakes. "You made breakfast?"

            "Actually your eldest sons did; I just supervised. They said they aren't allowed to cook without adult supervision yet since they're still learning. I think they both did a wonderful job.  I do hope it was really OK for them to put chocolate chips in the pancakes. I didn't want to wake you and they said you've made them many times, so I let them. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds."

            "Nope it's fine. They've had chocolate chip pancakes many times. It's their favorite kind."

            "Well that's a relief. I've apparently pissed you off enough regarding your boys. I didn't want to do it again."

            I went over to him and hugged him. "I'm not mad about Disney. You're right, they will enjoy it. I honestly expected there to be more laundry and chores to catch up on this weekend. Can we discuss such things from now on though? There's a lot to consider with four kids; especially when two of them have...special considerations."

             He released me from the hug and I went to the fridge to grab a couple of pancakes to warm in the microwave. "What do you mean by special considerations?"

            I put the plate in the microwave and sighed. "Tom there's something I didn't tell you. I wanted you to meet them first without giving you any sort of false impressions or anything. Jerrome is developmentally delayed and may be autistic while Gabriel is mildly autistic."

            He turned to where he could see Jerrome playing on the rug. "Really? He's a very loving little boy. Maybe I just don't understand."

            "I don't think anyone really does honestly. Yes he's pretty sociable; I think having three older brothers contributes to that. He's already had physical therapy and is still receiving speech and occupational therapy. He has come a very long way with the help of the therapies. He didn't walk until he was eighteen months old. Once he turned three, it was like a switch was flipped and so much started improving rapidly."

            "What about Gabriel?"

            "He developed fairly normally. He still has self-stimulating repetitive behaviors and he tends to be rather socially limited; he just gets sick of people. He has done so much better with being home schooled than he ever did in public school. He doesn't deal well with a lot of noise either. There have been times that I've had to get him out of loud, noisy situations because he just can't deal with it and will start to freak out. It's a total sensory overload for him."

            "How well does he deal with crowds at the theme parks? They said they used go often until their grandmother stopped renewing their passes."

            "He does all right. He tends to get crankier faster than the other kids. He doesn't do so well with concerts or fireworks though. I give him ear plugs to help muffle it when we watch the fireworks. When are we supposed to be there?"

            "Check-in time is this evening. I thought it might be nice if we get there before dinner."

            The microwave dinged and I got out my pancakes. I sat at one of the counter stools and started eating. Tom was still watching Jerrome who was still playing with blocks while watching cartoons. I was half finished eating when I asked what resort we were going to. Tom didn't turn around when he answered, "The Polynesian Resort."

            My fork stopped halfway to my mouth and I nearly dropped it. "You're kidding me?!"

            He turned to me then. "Of course not. Why would I joke about such a thing?"

            "That's the one I've always wanted to stay at. I don't remember ever telling you. I didn't tell you, did I?"

            He grinned. "You talked about wanting to go Hawaii when we were in San Francisco. I don't have time to take you until after Christmas, so I thought the Polynesian Resort would have to do for now."

            I finished eating in silence. I just couldn't believe it. He actually listened to me when I talked and remembered things that were important. I opened the dishwasher and was surprised to find it nearly empty. There were only a few plates and a large bowl. I added my plate and fork. I then realized I had forgotten about the laundry so I went to move it to dryer. I discovered the dryer was running and a load was in the washer waiting to be dried.

            I walked back into the kitchen feeling bewildered. "OK what is going on here? The clean dishes were put away, the dirty ones were in the dishwasher, and there are clothes in the dryer and more in the washer."

            "Your elder two have been busy this morning. After breakfast, Michael put away the dishes and loaded in the dirty ones while Gabriel took care of laundry. He said to call him when the dryer buzzes since it's all their clothes anyway."

            I shook my head in amazement. "They must really want to go to Disney."

            He laughed. "Incentive is a good thing, right?"

            "It sure is!"

            We then went into the living room to watch cartoons with the little ones for a while. It wasn't long until Gabriel came charging down the stairs and disappeared into the laundry room. He soon came out with a basket of clothes and informed me the washer was empty and towels were drying. He then took the basket upstairs to their room. I went to my room and got my laundry basket so I could wash my clothes. I asked Tom if he had anything that needed to be washed too. He jumped up to help me. He remembered what I talked about, was helpful and let me sleep in when I was tired; I could get used to this.

            After the laundry finished, we ate lunch and then I got everyone packed for our weekend at Disney. I made sure to pack two outfits per child for each day in case they did something to get soaked; it all went into my jumbo red suitcase since it was just for two days. I even made sure to pack their water bottles in my backpack.  Afterward I took everything out to the van with Tom's help. I had moved it into the garage while the kids had bathed the night before. It was soon time to get everyone ready so we could go. It took just over an hour to drive there and I wanted to try to avoid rush hour traffic on I-4 which started before five o'clock.

            Tom got the kids loaded in the van while I made sure everything was turned off and locked up. When I got out to the garage, I heard the boys giggling and Tom saying, "Well I've never fastened car seat straps before, I didn't know!"

            I looked over his shoulder and asked if everything was under control. He replied, "Well it is now! Apparently my lack of knowledge of car seats is amusing."

            Michael chimed in from the back, "He didn't know how to position the straps!"

            Tom was fighting a losing battle with his own laughter while trying to maintain a look of annoyance. I ruffled his wavy hair and said, "That's OK dear, we all had to learn some time."

            He finally laughed as I pushed the button to close the automatic rear door. He climbed into the passenger side while I went around to get in the driver's side. Once I was in, I opened the garage door and then started the van. I backed out, then pushed the button to close the door and waited to make certain that it closed completely before backing out of the driveway. We were soon on our way to Orlando and the Polynesian Resort.

            I let the boys listen to Disney music the entire ride. Tom thought it was cute how Jerrome would try to sing along. He did sing along with several of the songs. There was plenty of talking, singing and laughing on the ride. It was so much more pleasant to travel with him. We were all having fun and there was no one screaming at the kids to shut up.

            We arrived in plenty of time before dinner. Tom led the way to the lobby to check in. After fifteen minutes we were on our way to our rooms. We had rooms next to each other, joined by an inside door. All of the boys would be sleeping in one room while Tom and I had our own. The boys loved the idea of their own hotel room. Gabriel turned on the television set and found a Disney movie they could all watch. I had brought a few toys for Jerrome who played with them in the floor while he watched. They were surprisingly quiet and well behaved.

            I went next door to our room where I found Tom laying on one of the beds on his back staring up at the ceiling. I commented on the fact it had two queen sized beds. He said that was all they had; they didn't have any rooms with a single king sized bed.

            "Well at least we'll both have some place to sleep when I take over the bed," I said with a laugh.

            "You're not a bed hog darling. I like cuddling with you. It feels good to have your body up against mine all night."

            That man knew how to make me melt with just words. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him and kissed him passionately.

            When I finally withdrew, he said, "As much as I love that, I don't think we should start that with the boys awake in the next room. We'll likely just get interrupted."

            As if on cue, one of them was knocking on the door connecting the rooms. "You caused that! It was a hex!" I teased as I climbed off of him to see what my boys wanted.

            It was Matthew wanting to know when we were going to dinner. I turned and asked Tom. "We have reservations for the Spirit of Aloha dinner show and we'll be leaving in about twenty minutes."

            Matthew was happy with that answer so he went back to the movie. I looked in on the rest of them and they were fine. I closed the door and spent ten minutes making out with Tom before I had to get the little two ready to go. He promised me a good after dinner show once the boys were in bed.

            We all enjoyed the dinner show. I ate enough fresh pineapple to give me acid burns in my mouth. Tom thought I was silly to eat so much that I caused that. I told him I was having serious pineapple cravings and couldn't help myself. Even though it was just a little after eight o'clock when we got back to our room, I got the boys settled in bed so we could get up early to go to the Magic Kingdom in the morning. The baby ended up being the first one asleep.

            Once I was back in our room, Tom and I stood in the middle of it kissing passionately. He wanted so much to throw me on the bed for another round of lovemaking. I convinced him to go to EPCOT for the fireworks. He was unsure about leaving the boys. I went back into their room. The older two were still awake. I gave them my cell phone, told them which button to push to dial Tom's cellphone in case of an emergency and told them to watch out for their little brothers, we were just going to watch the fireworks. Thirteen and Eleven were old enough to watch their two little brothers who were sound asleep.

            I went back to our room, told Tom what I did and reassured him they would be fine. He finally agreed to go. We found the platform for the Monorail from our resort to EPCOT. Tom was wearing a hat and standing with his arms wrapped around me. He got a few curious stares, but no one approached him. Once we were in the park, it was dark and no one noticed us. We were just another couple holding hands and walking around. We went to the World Showcase Lagoon where the fireworks would be. While we sat in the shadows and waited, he talked to me about the next day. We had VIP passes for all of us to all of the parks and would have a security detail. He refused to take any chances with my children's safety. This wasn't on our itinerary so it was just he and I. I thought about getting a frozen margarita while we waited to cool my burning tongue, but I knew what having pineapple cravings meant, so I passed. Could I really be? I wasn't supposed to be able to anymore. It hadn't even been three full weeks yet, but we did have sex every day; sometimes more than once a day. I wasn't late yet, so there was no point in taking a test. I also wasn't going to say a word to Tom in the event that I wasn't. I didn't want to give him false hope. I had told him when we were in San Francisco that I couldn't have more and why. He was a little melancholy about it, but he said he could live it. Besides, I already had four and biology isn't what makes a man a father.

            The fireworks soon started so I leaned back against his chest so I'd be able to watch more comfortably. I kept absentmindedly rubbing my stomach like I often did when I was pregnant. Once the show was over, we walked back to the monorail. Tom had noticed the way I kept playing with my stomach, so while we waited, he asked if I was feeling OK. "Oh sure, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

            "I noticed you rub your stomach several times. I thought all that pineapple might have given you a stomachache. "

            "No, it's not that," I had to think up a lie quick. "I'm a bit crampy, that's all."

            "Oh, no! It's not that time of the month yet? I really wanted some when we got back to our room."

            "No, it's not and you're going to get plenty mister."

            He kissed me just as the train arrived. We got a few curious stares while we were on the train and I'm certain someone on the other side snapped our picture, but no one approached him. When we got back to our room, I went next door to check on the boys. They were all sound asleep. I picked up my phone and went back to our room. I found Tom reclined on the bed completely naked with one of his neck ties draped across his shoulder. I looked behind him and realized he had it tied to the bamboo pole that ran across the headboard to connect the frame and makeup the top of the headboard.

            I grinned. "Is someone planning to get a little kinky tonight?"

            He grinned back and replied, "Get naked and find out."

            I stepped back out of his reach and slowly stripped for him. My slow, teasing manner was arousing him. Once I was naked, I ran my hands up and down my own body. "Oh no baby, that's my job," he said in a low sexy Loki growl.

            He jumped up, grabbed me and kissed me passionately. He ran his hands up and down my naked body while we kissed. When he finally pulled away, I said, "How do you want it tonight?"

            "On your knees with that sexy ass in the air."

            I went over the bed and climbed up on my knees. He tied my wrists together and told me to bend over. I obeyed and he got behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled me further back so I wasn't as close to the headboard. He then leaned over and started kissing my back. He put his hands around my body and massaged my hanging breasts at the same time. He worked his way down to my butt where he kissed for a while before stopping. He sat up and slapped my ass across both cheeks. I moaned and he did it again, but harder.

            "Have you been a bad girl?" He asked.

            "Yes!" I yelled in response.

            He slapped me again but instead of pulling his hand away, he slipped his fingers down and began massaging my clit. I moaned again. He stopped and slapped my ass a third time and massaged my clit harder. He slid two fingers inside and began stroking my hole. I moaned and begged for more.

            "You want more fingers in there?"


            He slid in a third finger and began fucking me harder with them. He then turned his hand sideways and slipped in the fourth one and moved them faster. He put his other hand under there and stroked my clit too. He pumped his fingers faster and I moaned louder. I was close to orgasm when he suddenly stopped, changed positions and started sucking my clit. It wasn't long until I came so hard my body practically exploded. I heard him gasp as he withdrew.

            "You naughty little girl," he said as he slapped my ass hard. "You squirted all over my face."

            "If you don't like getting a face full, then don't put it down there."

            He slapped my ass again and then I felt him slide his hard cock inside of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes before pulling out. I started to complain when I felt him probing around my other hole. He soon slipped his fingers within my dripping pussy and then started circling my ass and soon working his fingers within. I could feel him scissoring his fingers as he opened me up. After a few minutes of that, I felt his hard throbbing cock probing around again. I moaned as he managed to slide it in carefully and begin to slowly fuck my ass. I loved the way it felt and was soon asking him to do it faster.

            "Beg me for it and I might do it."

            "Please Tom! Fuck me faster!"

            He moved a little faster, still teasing me and enjoying it. "Do you like it Baby? Do you like having my huge cock up your tight little ass?"

            "YES!" I practically screamed.

            He started to really move faster, shoving it in all the way to the hilt and making long strokes. I moaned loudly. It went on for several minutes before he said, "I can't hold it anymore Baby, if you're gonna have another one, you better do it now."

            I then felt his left hand between my legs, stroking my clit fiercely. That put me over the top and I had another intense orgasm. He took that as his cue and soon had his own. He pulled out, leaned over and kissed my ass before moving to untie my hands and disappear into the bathroom. I laid there, face down on the bed panting from my orgasms and enjoying the lingering quivering.

            He soon returned to the bedroom, turned off the lights and lied down in the bed next to me. I rolled over and stared at him for a moment. He had his hands tucked under his head with ankles crossed. "That was amazing!" I said.

            He chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it. I wasn't too sure if you'd be into being tied up. You don't strike me as submissive."

            "I do tend to be more dominant," I admitted.

            "There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe you'll have to tie me up sometime."

            "Oh that could get interesting Mr. Hiddleston. Tie you to my bed, cover you in chocolate sauce and lick you like a giant ManLolli."

            He laughed, "A what?"

            "ManLolli! Didn't you know that's one of your nicknames among some of your fan groups?"

            He laughed again. "Oh I do seem to remember hearing that once a long time ago. Someone Tweeted it to me actually."

            It was my turn to laugh. "That would've been me!"

            "Oh it was you? I should've known it was my naughty little vixen! I do love your dirty little mind."

            He rolled over and kissed me. Once he finally released me, I said, "I do not have a dirty mind! I have a sexy imagination! You're the reason why Mr. Hiddleston."

            "It is so sexy when you call me Mr. Hiddleston," he responded before kissing me again. Afterward, we curled up together and soon drifted off to sleep.