A/N: Thank you to those who followed and favorited. There will be no schedule of updates on this story, and for that I apologize. Schoolwork takes up a massive portion of my time, followed by family matters and the work that comes with that. I will do my best to keep this story active, however.

Abruptly, the two Chitauri dropped Loki, the elastic bands giving a sharp snap as the god's weight returned forcibly to his arms. The muscles immediately screamed in protest and Loki's jaw clenched, although he refused to make a sound.

The larger of the two beasts circled the god, raising one three-fingered hand to brush across his stomach. Loki tracked the Chitauri's movement with narrowed eyes, silently awaiting whatever torture they'd concocted for him. He knew better than to think it was anything less.

Another pair of hands fell on Loki's hips from behind, blunt claws digging into the flesh. These were no footsoldiers: there were several subspecies of Chitauri. The type that had attacked Midgard was by far the majority, and operated as a collective, their life form intertwined with a device The Other had created. In a way, they were all its children. The next class consisted of brings capable of thinking and acting for themselves. These were far more powerful than the footsoldiers, and far fewer in number.

These were the species of the two who now stood beside Loki, their violet eyes glittering cruelly. The one before him reached upwards and sliced the elastic bands, leaving just enough behind to continue binding their captive's hands. Before the god could react, the second Chitauri dragged him backwards until he was seated on the beast's lap.

Loki immediately began to struggle, his efforts subverted when the Chitauri he rested upon grasped his hips with a grip hard enough to bruise. "Do not struggle," The beast murmured, muzzle brushing Loki's cheek, "It will only hurt more if you do."

Without warning, the Chitauri lifted him several inches before bringing him back down, the beast's impressive erection pushing past the tight ring of muscle around the god's entrance. For a moment, he was paralyzed by shock as the pain of being stretched too far sang through his body. His captor's girth was at least half an inch larger than any Loki had ever experienced, and several inches longer.

The beast continued to push into him until the immortal's breath became ragged. Even then, the pause was brief before it lifted Loki again, moving him slowly. Once only the head of its erection remained inside the god, the Chitauri released him, wearing a twisted smirk as it both watched and felt the way Loki's body tensed in pain.

Silent despite this, Loki bit his lip, bound hands forming tight fists. When The Other had promised him agony, he hadn't quite expected this. Without giving him time to recover, the Chitauri began to move once more, using both the motions of its own hips and that of pushing and pulling the god to fuel his thrusts. In a language alien to Loki, it called out to the other, who made a rumbling sound that could have been taken for laughter.

Stepping forward, the second Chitauri took a handful of Loki's hair and tilted his head back, using the thumb of its other hand to force the god's mouth open. Loki had a heartbeat to inhale before the beast plunged its own erection into his mouth. The god's throat immediately convulsed around the large object, which blocked his windpipe completely.

Assaulted from both the front and the back, Loki forced his eyes shut, disgusted by the pleasure spreading across the face of the beast before him as it satisfied itself, tugging at the god's hair with each thrust. The second Chitauri continued to move beneath him, it's grasp on the god's hips forcing him to meet each brutal snap of the beast's hips.

Torn between the two rhythms, Loki. Could both hear and feel as the two Chitauri began to bicker, each one believing they deserved to control their captive's motions. Angered, their motions became more harsh and possessive, until Loki felt the edges of his consciousness begin to blur. Unable to breathe save for brief gasps through his nose, the god was instinctually starting to panic.

He was hardly aware of the grasp on his hips tightening before a wash of heat flared through his insides, ropes of the Chitauri's seed painting them white. Moments later, the second Chitauri jerked out of his mouth, using one large hand to direct its ejaculation onto Loki's face. The thick liquid dripped off his pale features in sticky strings, falling on his spread thighs and the stone floor beneath.

Grasping the immortal's chin, the beast before him smiled, smearing the seed on his hand across Loki's cheek. "A fitting position for you, little prince," It rasped, a warped smile on its features, "It is due time you learned your place."