Chapter Title: The Final Lesson
Author: Sam
Story: The Neutered Omega: 11 of 23
Settings: AU Omegaverse: Asgard
Note: NOT the last chapter, by the way. I don't like leaving plots hanging, and this was more than PWP (porn without plot). So please, enjoy the interlude then please come back for the rest.
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Desperation filled Loki as he tried to find relief, but self manipulation no longer eased the heat burning through his entire body. The fire slowly consumed him and he sobbed, grunting and bucking while he tried to bring himself to completion. Even stroking that sensitive gland deep inside held little more feeling than a very temporary jolt which left him wanting even more. He'd been allowed to rut with three different Alphas and none had been able to fulfill him.
Something changed, subtly, drawing Loki slowly from his lust madness: a smell of sweat and faint blood and Alpha musk. Letting go of his aching staff, slipping his fingers from his passage, Loki untwisted, eyes searching desperately for the faintly familiar scent. He looked towards the door and thought he must have finally slipped over into total madness, for there stood the very man he'd been so desperately dreaming of these past three days of hell.
"Thor?" his voice rasped from too many screams and too little water. He whimpered, locking on those summer sky eyes. "Please . . . I need you . . ."
The other man seemed to come out of some sort of spell at his plea. Thor stepped forwards, slipping his tunic wordlessly over his head and tossing the fine material into a crumpled heap on the floor. He ripped the laces from his trousers instead of taking the time to untie them, his display of brute strength bringing a pleading whimper of desire from Loki's hoarse throat.
"I'm here, little one," Thor crooned and Loki sobbed to hear that strong, sure voice.
He flipped over onto all fours, facing Thor, watching him hungrily as the man pulled off his trousers and boots, never breaking eye contact. "Hurry up, idiot," Loki rasped. "I need you inside me!"
"I know," Thor rumbled as he climbed onto the bed. He was completely flaccid, bringing a sob to Loki's lips, but the large man reached for him, touching Loki's trembling shoulder. "Lie down, little one, and let me love you."
Loki nodded and rolled over onto his back, spreading his legs wide in invitation. "I know. You were assigned to love me. So get on with it." Loki reached for himself again, but this time Thor intercepted his hand. Loki groaned. "Fuck now, talk later, Thor. Now!"
The big blond positioned himself over Loki and bent his head down to kiss him.
Loki's arms snaked up and around his neck, his mouth opening, tongue working at the seam of Thor's generous lips. Murmuring against Thor's mouth, Loki pleaded "open for me, Thor, let me in." When he did so, Loki thrust his tongue inside and moaned, slanting his head to seal their mouths more thoroughly. Loki lifted one long, slender leg up and over Thor's waist, pulling downwards, trying to speed him along.
Thor pulled his mouth away. "Yes, little one, I know." He turned his head, causing Loki to growl in frustration. "Wait a moment, Loki, let me find something to . . ."
"No, now, Thor." He had no clue what the gladiator wanted, but he didn't care. Rather he reached between them and stroked at Thor's burgeoning erection. A thrill of lust shot through him at the growing cock in his hand. "I'm wet enough. Let me show you," he purred, nipping at Thor's neck and drawing his attention back to what really mattered: him.
The jolt of pleasure from Loki's nip apparently distracted Thor from his search for whatever might have been provided to help him become aroused - - after all, who would be excited enough to rut with Loki when he looked so far gone and insane? But the nip, and those wonderful clever fingers, did the job of any aphrodisiac the temple could have provided. Loki delighted in the feel of the fully erect staff filling his hand, pulsing with need for him alone.
With a soft moan, Thor latched his own lips onto Loki's neck and suckled gently, drawing a keen from the man writhing below him. "Yes, Thor, like that," he crooned back, angling the cock so the big meaty head touched the hot slick entrance behind Loki's own raging erection. "Just push inside, love," he encouraged the untutored man.
Grunting softly, Thor did as he was told, wrapping one large hand over Loki's smaller, more delicate one, and helping guide his massive tool into the over-slick passage. Thor's cock glided in effortlessly and Loki keened in pleasure. "Gods, yes! Thor, give me all of you!" Thor gripped Loki's hips tightly, inadvertently bruising the delicate flesh, but Loki didn't care; he wanted so much more.
"All of me, little one. It's all for you," he agreed, thrusting to the hilt as Thor filled Loki completely with his large cock. Thor paused, taking slow unsteady breaths, even as Loki whimpered and tried to buck further against him to entice him to action. With a soft rumble, Thor moaned "you are so hot, little one, so tight. I do not wish to hurt you."
Loki threw his head back and wailed, "you hurt me by doing nothing, idiot! Fuck me!"
And then Thor pulled slowly outwards, Loki's passage clinging as if reluctant to let him leave. Loki keened and Thor thrust in again, smoothly for all his inexperience. His movements remained slow, tender, but each thrust drove Loki closer to his pending release and he merely whimpered with each new slide of that massive organ. Head still pressed backwards against the pillow, Loki moaned lewdly, "yes, there . . . like that! Harder, Thor, I need to feel you inside me!"
His words seemed to spur the man and Thor grunted, thrusting harder, faster. Loki's fingers clawed at Thor's shoulders, drawing lines of blood with his ragged, untended nails. He lifted his head from the pillow, finding Thor's eyes steadily watching him, a smile on his wide mouth. Loki locked eyes and bucked to meet every thrust, his painfully swollen cock bouncing between them with each plunge of Thor's tool. The big man grunted as he pistoned in and out, and Loki's whimpers rose in counterpoint.
It took only minutes for the desperately lustful Loki and the virgin Thor to near their first climax as they rutted in near wild abandon. With each thrust the pair whirled closer to the edge, until Loki threw his head back once more, tightening around the still thrusting cock, muscles squeezing him in an effort to free Thor's seed. It seemed impossible, but the blond's cock grew in size, seeming to double as he continued to slide in and out, still seeking fulfillment. Loki whimpered and clung to Thor's bleeding shoulders, somehow knowing that this had been what he'd missed with the other men, this enlarging, this total stretching and filling.
Without thinking, Loki crooned, "claim me, my love! Make me yours!"
And, on instinct alone, Thor savagely bit into Loki's neck, rupturing the gland under the silken skin, sending endorphins raging through the man bucking beneath him. He lapped at the blood and clear fluid mixing to run down Loki's clammy skin, tasting the salt of the man's sweat as it combined with pheromone-laced serum. Loki's scream mixed pain with sheer ecstasy and he clamped his legs around Thor's waist, the muscles in his passage wringing Thor's member in what seemed a death-grip. With a roar, feeling his knot travel up his shaft and lodge at the head, locking them in place, Thor began to spew his load, painting the walls of Loki's womb with hot, gushing jets of life-giving seed. Loki's cock, untouched, spurted rope after rope of cum, answering his mate's release.
They remained as such, Thor's back bent impossibly as his hips locked in place, Loki's cock spent and lying bruised and flaccid across his pelvis. Their hearts hammered together, Thor's arms trembling as he continued to hold himself up, off Loki's limp body. Slowly, the pair made eye contact once more and Thor moved his lips to caress over Loki's in a tender kiss of gentle claiming.
"Mine," he whispered.
Exhaustion wrapped around Loki and finally, after days of hellfire, he felt relief from the restless uncontrollable sensations that had wracked him. Smiling, tired but well pleased, Loki moved his hips ever so slightly, enjoying the sensation of still being filled, still locked in place with the big man above him. He nodded and sighed. "Yes, your's, my love." He let Thor drop tiny kisses on his mouth as he merely inhaled the beautiful scent of the man.
The sound of several people arriving barely registered with Loki, and he merely stirred his hips again, just to remind Thor who was truly important here. "Tell them to leave, idiot. I'm busy," he whispered hoarsely and smiled to feel Thor's chuckle rumble through his body.
"I would say neutering is probably not necessary, Lady Freyja," a sardonic feminine voice stated from the doorway.
Annoyed, Loki raised his voice to a raspy threat. "If you don't leave me alone with my mate, I will hunt you down, one by one, and neuter you all. Get out!" He pulled Thor's head down once more, sealing his lips possessively over the other man's.
"Well, you heard the boy," a strong male's voice said as the sounds of people shuffling from the room came to the nearly oblivious couple. "We'll talk to the boys later. I predict with a Prime and Omega bond, it'll be hours before that knot releases." The man sounded a mix of exasperation and pride but, as he then shut the door, Loki forgave him his petty interruption.
For now.
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Continued in Chapter Twelve: Waking Problems