The lure of pale blue lips   von AerithMon-Kishu
                    (Thorki and also Malekith as tormentor)
================================================================================
                               Kapitel 1: Cattle
                               -----------------


“He is the jewel in my collection, barely out of adolescence. Appearing
fragile to an Aesir, but his body can bear so much.” The jailer’s grin
showed his customer what he meant.

“Shape-shifting?”

“Yes.”

“How many so far?”

“Three, at once.”

“Did he name them?”

“Fenrir, Jormundgard and Hela. The last one died.” There was no pity in his
voice.

“I’ll make sure my master mentions them… It might make things more
interesting.”

“The remaining two are what keep him alive.”

“Price?”

“250 for his lips, 600 from behind.”

“Not your usual charges. How much does it cost to have him… entirely?”

“For a night? With protection spell, 3000.”

“My client wants full… advantage. He is willing to pay any price.”

“If that’s the case, I will also give you a taste of his skills, follow me
please. What was your name again? Algrim? We will discuss the conditions while
the boy cares for your needs.”

______________________________________________________________

He was cattle, that’s what they told him every time. Born as a bastard and
treated as a whore. His body was stronger than it appeared to the eye of the men
who just needed a hole for their lust. That might be the only reason he stayed
alive for this long. His childhood long forgotten, only the pain and humilation
of the last years burned into his mind.

The young god was requested often because he looked younger than he actually
was. Loki had lived, and suffered. His special abilties had allowed him to be a
man and a woman to the customers. Only a year after he had been captured, his
stomach had started to swell with the life one of the many rapists had sired
inside his female form. And even this didn’t stop them from taking him. He was
even tighter than before, they claimed. After a day of pure toture his son
Fenrir had been born, Jormundgard followed a couple of hours later. No medical
assistance, only a man who cut the cord as soon as the babies left his body. The
young mother didn’t even had the chance to hold or see them. Bloody bundles in
old rags, screaming for the warmth of the one who had born them. In the end Loki
had been to exhausted too bear the last child in time. He passed out after the
second day. The last child he had never seen but he knew it was dead. They had
cut it out to make sure their prized boy would survive the birth. A scar now
covering his belly.
And it wouldn’t stay the only trace of his torture. Once more they had
impregnated him. This time it had already been a fortune to pay for a night
without protection. Loki had become too coveted among the darkest lords who
enjoyed the moment of having full advantage over a body. He had mated with a
giant and the product had become a risk after the sixth month because it was
already bigger than a normal child. They cut it out, only a tangle of limbs, not
fully formed yet because giants grew almost a year in the mother’s belly. Loki
had been awake when they did it.
He had mourned for weeks, the fresh scar barely healing because he ripped it
open during his nightmares. They put him in chains to ensure the incision closed
properly. Loki had screamed until his voice left him.
And now… his fate would repeat itself...



                      Kapitel 2: To satisfy their thirst
                      ----------------------------------


Chapter 2: To satisfy their thirst

“I heard stories about him, but I never thought he would look like this.”
Algrim stated as he entered the small chamber. A bed was inside of it, barely
wide enough for one person, but enough to nail the god’s small frame against
the mattress. A couple of places to have fun, with chains and several toys. A
door was leading into the bathroom. No real luxury for a whore, only the work.
The body of a sleeping young god was on the sheets, the pillow clutched between
his hands as if it was the only thing to save him from the nightmares that
surely haunted him in his slumber.

“Like I said, the boy is tougher than it seems. And if you plug the right
strings, he can scream and make your body hum in pleasure. If your master
wishes, we can transfer him into the royal suit.” The jailer kicked against
the bed post, making the young boy jerk in fear. “We have a visitor, scum.
Treat him properly.”

Loki bolted up, his order clear. “Yes.” He almost attacked the dark elf as
his slender fingers opened the leather trousers, pulling out the half erect
member. Quickly he had swallowed a couple of inches, sucking greedily. The elf
tasted dirty and dark, just as the usual people he took care of. Only a few
minutes would be enough if he tried hard enough.

Algrim let out a low curse in a different language, fingers slithering through
Loki's hair to grab a hold and tug him closer.  His mouth felt divine, warm and
all-encompassing as his hips bucked against his mouth.  "Loosen up," he
commanded quietly, hips bucking a little harder as the head  of his cock hit the
back of Loki's throat.

The god let his training take over as he closed his eyes, relaxing to allow
further entrance. Loki started breathing through his nose, while he suppressed
the gag reflex. His hands traced over the hips of his customer, and closer to
his maleness, cupping his balls and gently squeezing them.

Another groan left his mouth as he fell into a simple rhythm, keeping his
fingers tight in Loki's hair, squeezing hard enough to send small pricks of pain
through the god's scalp whenever he felt himself growing close. He had to give
it to him, the man was skilled.  His second hand tapped the god's cheek.  "Look
at me," he demanded.

He pulled slowly away, running his lips across the tip of the elf's cock as his
hand pumped the slicked organ. He brought his tongue to the vein just on the
underside of the cock, before sucking him down once more, head bobbing even
quicker as his hand took the other half of the thick cock.

Algrim swore, holding Loki's gaze as he felt his hips begin to lose rhythm, his
orgasm nearing. In no time, he pulled out of Loki's mouth and held it open with
his thumb on the god's jaw, come splattering over his open lips, into his mouth,
and over the bottom half of his face.

Loki obeyed and waited for the inevitable to happen. Then he felt the first
drops of semen on his skin. Luckily the elf didn't possess much stamina. He just
let it happen, waiting for the moans to fade.

Algrim smirked down as he smeared it into the man's face and lips, before
pulling Loki up by the chin.  "On the bed.  Now," he ordered, removing the rest
of his trousers and putting the blades he always carried on him within a
reachable distance.  Just in case.

"Does he satisfy your expectations?" The jailer asked while he watched Loki
climbing onto the bed, touching himself to incite his customer.

"Certainly.  So much so I want him again," Algrim smirked, looking back at the
jailer before turning his attention to Loki once more.  He strode towards the
bed, stroking the side of Loki's face gently before grabbing him by the jaw and
moving his mouth back onto his once again hard dick.

Loki gave him and made him have his way. He looked up innocently, knowing that
Algrim liked this especially. He worked even harder in the organ this time,
aready knowing that this time he would have to swallow.

_____________________________________________

Thor greeted every woman in the brothel with opened arms. A few of them would
surely find themselves in his bed tonight. It was his usual routine after a
great and glorious fight to reside in the realm of those he saved from monsters,
warmongers or tyrants.

"Did you already make your choice for this night's pleasures?" Fandral asked
him, before he whispered something lascivious into a blond woman's ear, who
leaned back in laughter, her already too tight corset almost failing to support
her plump breasts.

"I haven't even finished my first dozen mugs of ale and the night is still
young." Thor lifted his hand to tell the landlord that he needed more to wet his
perched throat.

On the other side of the room, covered in the shadow of a blown out candle sat
the real owners of the well-known tavern. Of course the women and men who tended
to the customers’ thirst, also spend the night with them in the expensive
rooms on the upper floor. But this alone wouldn't be a profitable business.

“Tell the bartenders to serve his special brew. I think we will make a good
deal tonight.” The man said before he sipped on his wine again.

Half an hour later they had lured the god to their table, already past the
condition of jaggedness.

"Do you have special cravings, dear prince?"

"I have grown tired of all these blond woman." He thought about Sif, a warrior
who hasn't given him full advantage in ages. "Maybe a dark haired beauty, who
bears the marks of battles."
"We might have someone for you. Can she be... young?" This was one of the usual
kinks that people required who were willing to pay bigger sums.

"I will not lie with a child. This is monstrous." Thor almost shouted, making
the two men cringe and look around to make sure no one had noticed their private
chat.

"She would seem young and child-like, but she isn't." He can look like whatever
you crave, the man thought with a grin.

"Alright. Which room?" Thor stood up and almost knocked over his chair.

"Prepare Loki. The prince of Asgard wants our most exotic woman. He will get
her." The man ordered with an equivocal undertone.

"But sir, the whore is already booked for..."

"They will not notice. He arrives tomorrow. Loki will be presentable again until
then." He hushed his assistant.

"I will treat her properly." Thor was well away enough to agree to the terms,
signing the contract and not even looking at the many zeros on the bill. Also
not wondering why the name didn't sound female. This was a foreign country,
everything could be different from what he knew.

The prince was lead into a rich waiting room with big and cozy armchairs. Three
barely dressed maids were ready to serve expensive liquors. Thor grinned at
them, as he sat down, taking a filled glass in one hand and touching the bottom
of one woman with the other. They laughed at his jokes politely while he waited
for the prostitute to get ready.

A couple of minutes later the door opened. Thor peeked out between the maid's
breasts.

_________________________________________________


Filth, humiliation, stench...
Loki started rubbing his skin desperately, trying to rid himself of the dark
elf's smell. His black hair was still sticky with the white substance, that had
already dried on his face.
When he was sure the jailer didn't watch him anymore, he stormed into the
bathroom and violently retched into the toilet. It felt less nasty when it came
out again, now mixed with bile, tasting differently.
They either poured it down his throat or drenched his face with it. But Algrim
had not been satisfied with one go. Every single disgusting wish Loki had to
fulfill.

At least the man didn't possess much stamina, easy and quickly to please. As for
his master Loki was not yet sure. He had worse... or so the young god thought.

Loki threw up until there was nothing left in his stomach. His shivering form
sank down onto the floor where he started to weep silently. Only sometimes a sob
escaped his sore throat. Loki didn't know how long he stayed there on the cold
tiles until he heard the door opening. Again...

"You have another customer for a whole night. Required is a female, don't hide
your scars, he seems to be fond of them, your usual appearance, black hair."
His scars… Loki could stand it while being male or female, even with his
normal appearance, but these marks were something he kept for himself. They
reminded him of the pain he had suffered, and survived. And they were private,
his… “Every scar?” the god dared to ask. Maybe it would be enough to see
the whip’s traces or the healed cuts from the daggers.

“All of them.” The man stated, grinning as he saw the color draining from
Loki’s already unnatural pale face. "Now hurry, your customer is waiting." He
ordered before the door was shut, leaving the prisoner alone in his misery.

Loki closed his eyes and tried to draw a breath. His scars... these scars were
the only thing he had left of his children. If the customer asked about them...
it was a story Loki never wanted to tell, never dared to, because it was
unnatural to them, while it was the most normal and wonderful experience he ever
had, so have life under his heart. Sometimes he wished to forget about the scars
but that would also erase the memories of his beloveds. They had been so
innocent and even though conceived during an act of brutality they had done
nothing wrong and deserved to live a carefree childhood. His poor babies...

Loki felt tears sting in his eyes as he stopped reminiscing what was lost
anyway. Surely the two surviving children had joined Hela and his last child in
Valhalla, if this offspring was even allowed to be there.

Quickly the young man took a shower, washing away all the traces to appear clean
and untainted while under the surfaces his mind was corrupted, perverted and
filthy. But who of the men he served cared about the soul anyway? Loki was just
a body, available to be used in any way desired.

He used the little magic he had left to dry his hair and hide the shadows under
his hollow eyes. Then he readied himself to shape-shift. A woman, similar to his
normal body. Loki didn't even look into the mirror as he left the bathroom. Not
wanting to see what he did not cover with magic this time. Putting on the most
exquisite lingerie that was, or so his captors told him, more worth than his
miserable existence, and a satin nightgown he prepared to give his new customer
a treatment.

__________________________________________________

Thor stilled as he took in the young woman's appearance. She looked so fragile
and innocent the god thought he would bed a virgin tonight. But the way she
moved her hips while walking toward him begged to differ. He licked his lips in
anticipation as his eyes wandered down from her pretty face, over her perky
breasts vaguely visible through the thin layers of cloth, to the place where her
long and slender legs joined, and upwards again. The blood in his veins seemed
to concentrate itself in his loins, causing his maleness to rise up against the
suddenly too tight trousers.

Loki tried not to draw back as he took in the tall and muscular build of his
customer. He could already tell that all parts of his body would have a
considerable size. Only the thought of how this tall man would be able to crush
his slender frame made him shake with fear. Loki would be sore the next days,
but what did it matter?



                              Kapitel 3: Hangover
                              -------------------


Chapter 3: Hangover

Thor rolled onto his side as the sunlight that poured in through the window
forced him to stir from his slumber. He felt the warmth of the woman beside him
and lazily grinned. Eyes still shut, he let his hand roam through the woman's
hair before touching her bony side. Funny, he remmbered the woman being much
softer... His large hand reached for one of the woman's breasts, only there was
nothing there. The woman was now flat as a board. Thor bolted upright, wondering
if he was dreaming.

Loki still slept as Thor awoke. The night had been not the usual one. His
expectations had been a hard ad brutal lover, but the prince was different. No
cruel and nasty acts, but pure passion. The last night had drained Loki
entirely, his magic failing after both had fallen asleep. No only one part of
him was female, the part in which Thor had poured his semen into.

The blond stared down at what looked to be a man, except for the place between
his legs. Thor didn't know what to make of this situation. He stared down at the
raven-haired man's, taking note of the strong jawline and thin lips. Thor could
certainly remember groping a woman's ample breasts and having her pouty lips
kissing his body.

Loki's face contorted as he didn't feel the warmth of his bed-mate anymore. Hiis
body changed into fetal position, making himself as small as possible to keep
the warmth to him. He moaned slightly is the peaceful slumber passed.

"E-Excuse me," Thor managed. He reached out to touch his bed-mate's broad
shoulder.

Loki opened his eyes, more confused by the formal and unheard words and not that
his lover was still in the room. "Yes?" he asked with a smile, not realizing
that his glamor had partly slipped.

Thor accidentally kept trying to steal glances in between the man's legs. "I..."
he paused, looking the man in the eyes. The green orbs were the exact ones as
the woman from last night. Perhaps they were related... "Do you remember a woman
being here?" He hoped that the man did, for Thor was willing to pay a great sum
to sleep with her again.

Loki seemed to be confused for a second, then he understood. A blush crept upon
his pale cheeks as nodded. "Yes, the woman... was me. I'm sorry. Usually the men
leave after they got what they wanted." His used to magic to become a female
again entirely, just like the one Thor had wanted, except for the scars.

Thor's eyes grew wide at the sight. He was sure he was wide awake, even though
seeing the magic was like something out of a dream. His large hand reached out
to gingerly stroke the woman's cheek. "How did you manage this?"

"You are from Asgard, right? That is a warrior race. You might not be used to
magic, and shape-shifting. I can change my appearance into whatever I wish."
That's why I cost so much, Loki added in silence as his expression became sad.
He looked down, the perky breasts, the long and slender legs, and the perfect
unblemished skin. This was not the entirely the body Thor had last night, but if
he didn't remember…

“Shape-shifting? You mean I slept with a man who was woman?” Thor asked,
baffled.

“Yes… I am sorry to disappoint you.” Loki shied back.

“Did we… do it as man and man?” It was a blunt but very important
question.

Loki shook his head. “No, my dear. I slept with you in my female form, just as
you requested.”

"'Female form?'" Thor repeated, shocked. "I was not informed of such a thing! I
requested a female!"

"And you got it." He was just like all the others... But what did it matter? He
would never come again and soon forget about the last night. Loki felt the tears
stinging in his eyes. This was not the man he had encountered last night, the
loving passionate man was now nothing more than a brute male who was not
satisfied with what he paid for.

Thor could notice the tears brimming in Loki's eyes and he shook his head.
"Forgive me! I never meant to offend!" he exclaimed. "I've never slept with a
man before...But you were a woman," he muttered to himself.

“It's alright. It was not a typical night of mine. You were very polite and
nice to me. Thank you for treating me like that." He sighed, still feeling the
man's seed inside of him and the warm feeling of not not being hurt while the
act.

"Is there any way I can make it up to you?" Thor wanted to know.

"Do you remember our night?" Loki asked bluntly, the usual mask on his face.
"Was it satisfying?"

Thor opened his mouth to speak, but words failed him. He could remember a sense
of intense pleasure, but the exact details failed him. The blond flashed Loki a
foolish grin in reply.

"What?" Loki asked purely annoyed. Thor had praised him as goddess and now?

"It was too good for words!" Thor finally answered with a chuckle.

Loki couldn't stop himself from laughing at the man's childishness. "Yeah, you
have been a very enduring lover. Is that all you remember?"

"I will be sure to have you again as soon as I can," Thor told him. "And I swear
I will remember everything."

Loki blinked. How stupid was this man? Even after he found out that he actually
had been in bed with a man... "Why would you want that now? It's alright. You
treated me well." Wonderful. "And I am sure you can not pay another night." he
must have been so drunk when he signed the contract.

"For you, I will give all that I have," Thor offered. "Tell me, has anyone else
already paid you?"

Loki looked down onto the floor. The poor man, he must have been drugged and not
only drunk last night. "I am a whore, my love, what do you think?"

"But there is so much more I would like to know about you..." She was the
loveliest woman Thor had ever laid eyes upon. He wasn't ready to leave her just
yet. "These scars-you can tell me about them!"

About him? A whore? A slave? Loki closed his eyes and sighed, preparing for the
lies he needed to tell to keep his secret. "What scars?"

"How about this one?" Thor asked, reaching over to touch her middle.

Loki tried not to pull away, his training kicking in. He would be suspicious
otherwise. "I don't know what you are talking about." he made sure the magic hid
everything entirely, also for touch.

Thor looked again and saw that both scars were now gone. "Why do you hide them?"
he wondered. "I will show you scars of my own, if you like," Thor offered.

What a child he was... As if he wanted to show his muscles. Scars were no
trophies in Loki's world. "I rather not." The next question would be where he
got them from and Loki did not wish to lie.

"I think you are beautiful," Thor admitted. "Even with your scars. You should
wear them with pride."

"These were no prideful moments, my dear." Maybe he could distract Thor and show
him that his existence was nothing more than a body to be used. "All of my scars
were inflicted upon me by customers."

Thor narrowed his eyes. "Know that I will never harm you," he promised, slowly
rising from the bed. "I will also be sure to return for your company again," he
added, reaching for his pants on the ground.

Loki watched him, waiting. Then his lips opened again. "You are different."

"In a good way, I hope," Thor chuckled.

“Yes, yes." Loki nodded and got up too, suddenly feeling the need to be close
to his customer, for the first time ever. "Do you... want to see how I really
look like?" His mind was trained to please people. To be as perfect for them as
possible, but here, with this blond, Loki knew that he could be just himself.

Thor eagerly turned to face the woman. "Yes," he breathed.

"You are not confused that I was born as a man?" Loki raised a brow, has eyes
opened fright as he used his magic to change back to his original body.

"Well," Thor laughed. "I wasn't expecting that... Still, you are quite
beautiful."

Loki blushed once more. The way the Asgardian said it... Thor might be a
passionate and very male lover, but his heart was that of a child. The whore
looked down at himself, a sight he usually hid to please his customers. His body
was not only slender, but undernourished. Although he had visible muscles, his
body was stringy and the veins were blue under the white skin. Then Loki
realized that he was also showing his maleness and compared it to his
customers.

Thor took in the sight of the man's naked body, letting his eyes stop to glance
at Loki's maleness. The blond stared down at himself for a brief second, then
quickly fixed his gaze on Loki. He could see the man's ribs and Thor felt awful.
For someone who was paid so much, couldn't he afford food? An idea popped into
the blond's head, one he knew Loki wouldn't refuse. "I will tell your handler
that I will like to have you again tonight. If I pay extra, do you think you
will be allowed to join me for dinner?"

"Thor, I am booked again tonight. And you must leave soon..." Loki said
carefully. He already had men who became addicted after a night, but they had
already drifted into madness before and lost all their money for one act with
him. With this blond it was different. But why? Were all Asgardians like him? It
was a place Loki would love to be.

"Then I will pay double!" he declared. THere was no way Thor was going to let
this mysterious man get away from him. Something about him left him intrigued,
and it wasn't just the amazing lovemaking.

Loki sighed and looked him in the eyes. A smile crept upon his lips as he leaned
forward, whispering in Thor's ear. "You are so sweet... and silly..." A gentle
kiss followed these words.

"Is this goodbye?" he quietly asked, his voice filled with hurt.

"It is better that way, Thor, believe me. You deserve more than just a whore
which you have to pay for the act. You need real love, not a man who has lost
himself to madness a long time ago." Loki stepped backwards, putting on his
glamor again, becoming the female everyone wanted to have.

"Do not speak so low of yourself," Thor warned the woman, staring straight into
her eyes. "I will see you again," he vowed. "Wait for me."

Loki smiled and laughed quietly but mockingly. "We will see. Maybe after
tomorrow I belong to my customer for a long time."

"And you will tell me more about yourself," Thor added. He had never met anyone
with such abilities and he was curious to see what other secrets Loki held.

Loki didn't even dare to think about this sheer impossibility. "Farewell, Thor."




Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)