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Loki hastily scrambled up as the heavy, echoing tread announced the approach of his lord and master. He dropped the spoon he had been using to chisel the mortar out from around one of the great stones in the wall, and pushed the dresser back into place over it, hiding the meagre progress he had made in the mortar behind.
Since he had lost the use of his magic, Loki had been forced to resort to more human measures for escape. And he was beginning to understand why Midgardians so seldom escaped from prison. He’d always assumed they were just lazy or uncreative. Or maybe that they enjoyed it somehow.
He seized a book at random from a shelf, and settled on the chaise longue under the window. In his thin, diaphanous robe, with the collar at his throat, and his long dark hair curling softly to his waist, Loki looked very much like a harem slave. Which was pretty much what he was. Though whether Thanos kept any other like him, or whether he formed a harem of one, Loki did not know.
The door opened. Thanos appeared, as usual looking far too massive to possibly fit indoors. Loki felt the familiar shifting of his perceptions, as furniture, walls and ceiling – which had all seemed too large before for the undersized Jötunn – seemed to shrink before his eyes. And Loki felt himself shrink too as the cool grey eyes of the Titan found him.
‘Good evening, sire,’ Loki said, his tone carefully smooth and unflustered. He closed the book, and put it aside. ‘I trust you had a… productive day.’
Thanos smirked. ‘You could say that, little prince.’ He turned to shut the door. The Stones of the Gauntlet on his hand glowed, and Loki heard an ominous thud as the heavy door was sealed.
Loki felt fear chill his stomach. But he retained a brave face. Those all-too-knowing eyes were on his face. Thanos approached him, sniffing the air. Loki’s leg moved just slightly, drawing protectively towards himself as he sat up straighter.
‘You’re going into heat, little one. I can smell it.’
‘I don’t go into heat,’ Loki said, his temper rising too quick for him to keep the bite from his voice. ‘I’m not a dog.’
‘No…’ Thanos’ voice was a dangerous purr. The tip of one massive finger lifted Loki’s chin. ‘But you are ovulating. Your scent is sweeter than usual. It is the first time since I gelded you. Evidently, your body has had the time it needed to adjust.’
Loki winced. He was unable to hide the flashes of pain that passed over his face at the reminder of how Thanos had bound and pinned him effortlessly, and taken his balls in a single stroke. The Titan had used the Gauntlet’s power to seal the wound, leaving only a thin silver scar. It had been quick. The terrible pain had not lasted long. The dull ache, the feeling of wrongness that pervaded his body, had lasted far longer. But now – Loki realised – that was gone too.
Now, Loki would never be a father. But he could still be a mother. And now he was ovulating.
‘You are going to breed me,’ Loki said. It was not quite a question.
‘Yes. Now that Gamora is gone, I desire a worthy heir to carry on my legacy. You are small for a Jötunn, but you are a Jötunn nonetheless. You have proven you can take my cock. You will be able to bear my children.’
Loki stared up at him. He was not an idiot; he had realised that pregnancy was a possibility of having a Titan relentlessly raw-dog his cunt. But heretofore, Thanos had seemed to care little which of Loki’s holes he used, nor where he finished. Loki had not considered pregnancy to be his actual aim. He had thought Thanos might put an end to any pregnancy that occurred, or perhaps render him completely infertile. Loki considered either the better outcome than the alternative. At the thought of being forced to bear the Mad Titan’s children, horror curled within him.
‘Surely, I am not worthy of such an honour,’ Loki said. He saw from the smile that spread over Thanos’ face that silvery words would not avail him, but hope reigned eternal, and he carried on all the same: ‘You have often told me how foolish and pathetic I am both in stature and character. Surely you would not want the same for your progeny.’
‘No,’ Thanos agreed. But Loki knew he had not deterred him. ‘But they will have my genes and my kind, fatherly care to offset that. If they are foolish and pathetic like you, they will bring about their own destruction, as you did. Only the strongest will inherit my legacy.’
‘Kind fatherly care?’ Loki repeated doubtingly. He was unsure if the man were joking. He had heard of the horrors Thanos had rent on the body of his adoptive daughter, Nebula. And he was, after all, the Mad Titan: the man who had wiped out half the galaxy, including – if Thanos’ words were to be believed – Loki’s brother, Thor.
‘Yes, my precious little prince.’ Thanos cupped his face, thumb stroking Loki’s cheek. ‘A husband is rather like a father, is he not? Have I not taken kindly care of you?’
Loki hesitated. “Kindly care” apparently included murdering him, resurrecting him to keep as a sex slave, imprisoning him, gelding him, punishing him for the least offence (like complaining about any of the above), and now forcibly impregnating him.
‘Well?’ Thanos asked, his eyes lidded with cruel irony.
In a small voice, Loki said, ‘Yes, sire.’
‘Good boy.’
Loki felt too weak with dread to stand. Thanos might have suspected as much, since he knelt to lift him. Loki’s arms wound around his neck, and he tucked himself close to Thanos’ broad chest, hiding his face in the hollow of his collarbone as he was carried over to the bed.
Loki knew well that there were other fear responses besides fight or flight, including freeze, fawn and flop. Faced with an enemy he could not overcome or repel, Loki had grown accustomed to the feeling of his limbs relaxing of their own accord, his mind growing distant and numb. Fawning on Thanos had not stopped him taking what he wanted. But the illusions of safety and comfort such submission won him helped Loki cling to his last shreds of sanity.
Loki was laid gently on his back. Thanos undid his thin robe, and pulled it out from under him. Loki remained obediently still as Thanos shed his own clothes. When that muscular chest was revealed, Loki felt his breath come quick as the usual confusing blend of desire and fear battled within him. Then came the enormous cock, already half-hard and lifting before his eyes at the sight of Loki’s shapely body, placid and waiting for him. It was larger than Loki’s forearm. It might have been about the size of Thor’s forearm.
Perhaps Loki was going mad after all, for in his mind he imagined an impossible conversation: Thor – having killed Thanos and liberated Loki – asking him just how big Thanos’ member was. And Loki saying, ‘For reference, imagine if you fisted me to the elbow. The thought is uncomfortable, is it not? Now, imagine if you did that every day…’
Reality snapped back as massive hands grasped his thighs, pulling him to the edge of the bed. The gauntleted hand moved, and an enormous fingertip delicately rubbed Loki’s soft cock as if it were a clit. Loki whined. He looked up into Thanos’ face, watching him fearfully. Loki had not often been properly erect since he had been cut. But the slit below where his balls should have been began to part, revealing glistening folds. At the Titan’s growl, a gush of slick flowed from within.
Thanos lowered his head. That great mouth closed over Loki’s groin, his broad tongue licking a long stripe from his arsehole, through his labia, to the tip of his penis. Loki moaned as his cock swelled, his vulva blossomed, and yet more fluid seeped from inside.
Thanos straightened up and positioned himself, the bulbous head of his cock parting Loki’s labia, gathering slick. He leant over Loki. A great hand wound about his neck, reminding him of the collar there – the collar that bound Loki’s magic, and which he could not remove – and reminding him also of how Thanos had killed him before. Loki had been as helpless to stop him then as he was now.
Loki could not help a shudder and a gasp as Thanos eased himself inside. It was true that Loki was built to take the cock of a Frost Giant. But accommodating the enormous Titan was still a tight stretch. Thanos thrust shallowly, his head bowed towards Loki.
‘That’s it, my pretty one. Open for me.’
Loki did, his body responding of its own accord, welcoming the intrusion despite the discomfort of the stretch. More lubrication came to ease the way, and Thanos pushed in slowly but insistently, until Loki’s labia were stretched around the thick hilt of his cock.
Breathy whines escaped Loki as Thanos stilled, basking in the feeling of being buried utterly inside the Jötunn’s gripping, twitching cunt. The curve of his cock was snug against Loki’s G-spot, which throbbed, coming alive with that maddening feeling of an itch that must be scratched and scratched and scratched.
A gentle hand stroked back Loki’s hair. It had been allowed to grow long since he had been taken: no longer a statement of princely power, but an ornament for a concubine. Thanos’ face loomed over his. His great nose nudged Loki’s small one, and he coaxed a tender kiss from his lips. Tears pricked at Loki’s eyes.
‘How well we fit together, little one,’ Thanos murmured. ‘You should have submitted to me from the start. It would have saved you a deal of pain.’
With the Titan’s hand around his throat, Loki did not need to ask what Thanos was talking about. The tears in his eyes spilled over, and Thanos kissed them away, hushing him.
‘Do not fret, my Loki. If I had not killed you before, you might have been lost forever when I cleansed the galaxy. You are safe now.’
He dropped a gentle kiss to his brow. And then he drew back, hands moving again to grip Loki’s thighs, anchoring himself as he fucked into him in long thrusts. With every stroke, his length rubbed against Loki’s G-spot, at once placating and maddening the itch within him. And with every stroke, his cockhead found the tender swell of Loki’s prostate, nestled just below his cervix, sending wild jolts of pleasure through him.
Loki felt his swollen cock begin to stir: interested, but still tentative. Loki could hardly blame it. It had witnessed the fate of his testes, after all. Thanos did not seem to care at all that Loki could barely maintain an erection anymore. But he had not chosen him to make use of his dick. All the same, precum wept from the tip, and Loki felt pleasure pulse in his glans whenever his prostate was hit.
Thanos’ pace steadily increased. The pressure on Loki’s G-spot became too much, and he felt it burst from him all at once in a trembling climax. Thanos fucked him through it, and soon his orgasm rolled into the next one, and the next. He lay there, twitching helplessly, legs quivering, as his mind grew cloudy from the relentless pleasure. All the while, Thanos kept up his pace, murmuring encouragement and patronising words of insult as if they were also encouragement.
‘Good boy. Yes, I know this is what you like, my darling whore. This is all you are good for, to be my breedable little mare. That’s right, sweet thing. You can come all you like.’
Loki needed no such invitation. He could barely comprehend what Thanos was even saying. He could not move. He could barely even make a sound, and only panting little whines escaped him as his climax crested again and again. Finally, Thanos’ pace became wild and bestial. His face bowed over Loki again, and he snarled so savagely Loki feared he would bite him, or crush him.
He felt Thanos’ cock pulse within him, and as the first spurt hit Loki’s prostate, Loki ejaculated too, impotent fluid spilling from his cock as his inner muscles clenched down still harder, drawing Thanos’ seed in towards his cervix.
Thanos grunted and growled as Loki’s cunt milked him of every drop he had. Finally, Loki’s walls relaxed. Thanos stilled. Loki lay beneath him, eyes glazed. Thanos smirked at the sticky mess Loki had made on his stomach: nothing compared to the load he had left at the entrance to Loki’s womb. He bent down, and licked it up in one broad swipe of his tongue. Loki twitched, a wordless murmur on his lips.
Thanos withdrew from Loki. Some of his seed spilled out, but he thumbed it back inside. It would increase chances of conception if he had Loki lie back with his legs in the air. Perhaps he would leave him that way later, after he had taken him a second and third time.
He lifted Loki, who sagged like a ragdoll, and laid him back down with his head on a pillow. Thanos laid down beside him, drawing Loki to him, a protective arm wrapped around his little one. As he had predicted, Loki nuzzled close. Thanos relished the slender legs that curled up against him, the pretty little head over his heart, the soft hair flowing over his chest, the delicate hands that clung feebly to him. Soft whimpers escaped Loki. Thanos held him and stroked him, kissing his hair and face.
It mattered little to Thanos why Loki wept. He had conquered him. His ongoing victory – Loki’s ongoing defeat – was perhaps still difficult to bear. And Loki feared him. That was only natural; he was not a complete fool. And he missed his brother and the companions he had repeatedly deceived and betrayed. That was only natural for Loki.
Thanos’ eye traced the room. It was comfortable and large enough for just his little Loki, styled in Asgardian fashion. It was a room Loki had won for himself by his good behaviour in those first months, when Thanos had kept him chained by his collar in a cell on his ship. But if Thanos were to sire a whole brood on Loki, he would need a suite of rooms large enough to accommodate them, at least while they were young enough to need a mother’s care.
His eyes lighted on something beneath the dresser; a sliver of glinting silver.
‘Loki.’ There was no response but a slight shifting. Thanos rubbed the little Jötunn’s back. Great lips brushed his temple. ‘Loki.’
Loki’s eyes fluttered open. He looked up at Thanos with sweet, sleepy confusion.
‘Yes, sire?’
‘Why is there a spoon under your dresser?’
Loki stared at him a moment. Lines of worry appeared between his eyes.
‘Forgive me, master. I must have misplaced it.’
‘Indeed,’ Thanos said carelessly. ‘Now, roll over, and put your knees to your chest. Yes. Good boy.’
Loki rolled onto his side. His eyes caught the gleam of metal under the dresser. Hands cupped the curve of his rear, and then glided up his legs to hook under his knees. Thanos’ cock slipped easily between his slick folds, and Loki’s nerve endings were soon singing in welcome again.
He hoped another fucking would make Thanos forget all about the spoon. If the Titan discovered the damage to the mortar, Loki would be in for it.
Regardless, Loki would have to think of another plan of escape. At the rate he had been progressing, he might expect to carry a whole brood of Frost Titans before he even got through the wall.