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This treatment continued until Loki had lost track of the time. His Jotun skin blistered and cracked, dark blood oozing from the broken flesh. It hurt, but only when he was conscious.
Luckily, he wasn't very often.
The god knew something had changed when the now-familiar heat didn't come.
It didn't come the next day.
Or the next.
On the third day, however, the sound of footsteps reached his ears, stirring him from the ocean of blackness he had been drowning in.
One pair. Two, three, four-five? Five. Dread filled Loki's stomach, which quickly sank to his feet. This could not be a good omen. Two had been bad enough, but five..Loki couldn't imagine what five would do. This could easily be his death.
The sound of the door opening was louder than he had remembered, but the dull click of the Chitauri's claws were just as he recalled. They wasted little time, forming a circle around the suspended god. Without warning, the elastic bands loosened, dropping Loki to his knees on the harsh stone floor below.
It was only now that the god noticed a detail he'd overlooked before: all five Chitauri were completely bare, and completely erect. It didn't take much to guess what was to come, judging by his current position and the clawed hand that dug into his hair, dragging his head forward until he could see the creature's heartbeat throb in the engorged vein that ran from the base to the tip of its erection, which took on a pinkish hue.
Sickened by the thought of what was to come, Loki closed his eyes as he felt hot, hard flesh push against his lips. When he refused to yield, it pressed harder, a hand dropping to force the god's jaws open. At the slightest of gaps, the Chitauri gave a sharp snap of its hips, encasing itself fully in its captive's throat.
Gagging violently under the assault, Loki clenched his jaw, trying to prevent the intrusion from coming any further. The pressure was stifling, blocking his airway completely. When the Chitauri refused to move, Loki began to panic, animal instinct kicking in. When several attempts to swallow around the mouthful failed, the god pushed aside his disgust and bit down.
The beast screeched, jerking back sharply and throwing the god to the floor. Gasping for relief to the constriction in his chest, Loki spat the severed mouthful of flesh onto the floor at the feet of the nearest Chitauri. He could taste the iron tang of blood on his teeth, and was once again possessed by the urge to vomit.
Clicking madly to eachother in their foreign tongue, the Chituari herded their injured brother out before returning to their former positions. Two approached at a time now, one crouching to pry the god's jaws open while the other shoved into the space between, savoring the fire in Loki's eyes and the way the god choked around its girth.
"Your hand," The second Chitauri snarled, snatching Loki's wrists when the god refused to move. Forcing open the pale fingers, the beast began to pound into the open loop, its own hands returning to Loki's lips.
It did not take long for the beasts to spend themselves, both directing their ends onto their captive's face. Mere seconds passed before the second team of creatures took their places, one resuming the position at Loki's lips while the other crouched between the god's legs. Using a dribble of seed that had fallen down the Aesir's throat, the latter slicked itself before hammering mercilessly into its captive.
The first Chitauri growled low in its throat at the sensation of the god's throat vibrating as he howled, each thrust from below bringing a new wave of agony.
When the two came, they unloaded on Loki's face as well, who turned his head sharply to the side in disgust. The god panted and spat what had landed in his mouth to one side, keeping his eyes shut as tightly as possible.
He remained this way long after the door closed.