Ficlet: Vicissitude (Thorki, explicit)
A porny ficlet for @grimsister who asked for kink: war prize.
Warnings for dub-con.
Thor has never experienced anything like it: no lament of defeat, no pleas to spare the captives are ringing in the dark. Just stony silence from the people of Jotunheim and their king and princes, as they silently watch the king’s youngest son pay the price for their defeat.
Loki meets his eyes, calm and fearless despite his nakedness and what they both know is about to happen. He is indeed the Jewel of Jotunheim, beautiful with his dusky blue skin framed by raven locks, and amid it all his eyes, one red as blood, the other green as the trees in Idunn’s garden.
He drops to his hands and knees without a struggle at the slightest push, spreading his knees to make room for Thor. Ah, at least one of them knows to accept his defeat with grace.
Thor pulls out his cock and oils himself with quick, efficient moves, mainly for his own comfort than out of compassion for Loki. He’s hard, ready to fuck, has been since he first laid eyes on his captive. Between Loki’s legs he can see the pink gash of his cunt, but he’ll save that for later. Much, much later. This isn’t a coupling for pleasure, it’s a show of dominance and he makes sure everyone can hear the lewd thump of his cock slapping between the cheeks of Loki’s arse.
This is what you’ve lost.
No sound comes from Loki, but his back bends under the pressure of Thor’s fat cock pushing against his hole without any preparation. Thor doesn’t hold back the hoarse groan that spills from his throat when the tight clench of Loki’s arsehole finally gives way for his cock and he slips inside. Loki is trembling under him, but he doesn’t resist, even spreads his legs to alleviate the pain he must feel.
Thor rides him in short hard trusts, fucks right up into Loki’s guts, deep and long. Now there’s a murmur among the crowd at last, a nervous energy brimming in the room as they watch their prince’s debasement. It’s forbidden, a sign of weakness in this bleak realm, and Norns, this one here is tighter than any virgin Thor has ever had.
And he doesn’t give a damn about what is forbidden, it seems.
It starts as a quiver in Loki’s thighs and travels up his spine, drawing a low gasp from Loki that resonates like a clap of thunder around them. Loki’s hole tightens around Thor’s cock and he pushes back, arching his back in a wordless plea for more.
Blinding heat explodes in Thor’s gut, a heady mix of lust and sweet, sweet victory. He tugs on Loki’s hair, makes him kneel up and pulls him onto his lap, his legs spread wide over his own thighs so everyone can see his stuffed hole.
A gush of liquid drips over Thor’s balls, warm and wet.
“You like it,” Thor whispers into Loki’s ear, grinding his cock deep inside. Loki shudders, arching his spine against Thor’s chest to coax him deeper, to impale himself even further. The back of his thighs is damp against Thor’s and when Thor slips a hand between his legs he finds Loki’s dripping cunt, so wet it drenches his hand.
“You love it, everyone can see what a filthy little tart you are,” Thor taunts and turns Loki’s head, licking a lewd imitation of a kiss over his slack mouth.
“Yes, yes,” Loki hisses, barely more than a breath against Thor’s lips. “Now fuck me and then take me out of here.” His eyes are bright when looks up at Thor, something sharp and dark lingering behind the veil of lust that’s clouding them.
Endless possibilities race through Thor’s mind, but they all burn to ashes when Loki shifts on his knees, sliding even deeper onto his cock, trying to fuck himself with his breath coming in hot pants. There’s nothing but the clench of Loki’s arsehole around Thor’s cock, the wet spasm of Loki’s cunt when Thor slips three fingers into him and he comes with his teeth bared and his eyes locked to Laufey’s, the king’s red eyes blazing with fury while he watches Thor’s come drip from his son’s fucked open arse.