Chapter Five
Loki was utterly at war with himself. On the one hand he wanted to snap his legs closed around the intrusion, scream at the man for his audacity. To touch a god, to touch him, would in any other case be wholy indecent.
On the other it had been months since he'd lain with any but the other parent of his incoming brood. And by the gods how his skin ached for any a kind touch. For they had not been kind.
And, as much terror as leapt at his belly at the wandering fingers sliding only deeper into him Loki trembled.
Pain slid into his muscles and Loki pushed without meaning to, muscles fighting at Tony's hand, struggling to expel it
“Trust me. I’m not doing this just for entertainment.” Tony retorted back as he felt around inside the god. It was slimy, warm, and wet something which didn’t feel good on his hand, maybe if he used a different body part he would’ve got more enjoyment.
Despite Loki saying it wasn’t wanted he noticed just how well his body took him anyways, and the god still had an flush on his face showing that he probably did like it. He was surprised though when he felt the gods body tense a bit pushing slightly as he felt the offspring inside of him move down slightly more. That gave Tony an idea.
“Here Loks, keep pushing. Try to push my hand out.” He said knowing he would probably have to entice the god more to begin pushing enough so his body would trigger that natural reaction.
He just needed to stimulate it enough so that maybe Loki’s body would confuse his hand for one of the offspring as well. It needed a temporary distraction so it wouldn’t completely focus on the foreign object, and looking down once more Tony found the perfect one.
His other hand reached down in the water to Loki’s erected penis, the little decency there was between them had already gone out the window a long time ago and he felt Loki’s cock rubbing it to distract the gods body momentarily.
Loki was starting to slacken in the bath. The extent of the pain was so great that he could feel it sapping his strength bit by bit. The force of his muscles, beyond his control, forcing downward.
He groaned again, face toward the ceiling, neck stretched long, water dripping down sheet white skin. Hair on his cheek. His mouth was open a fraction, breath coming hard. Lifting his knees he could the need to push growing stronger.
"Stark," he snarled at the man. His hand was not what he should be wasting strength on. Though it was good to know he was now open wide enough to expel the fast grown offspring.
Loki didn't want to dwell how many there would be this time. The mother of monsters did enjoy giving him ever more beasts to birth.
Then Tony's other hand was there, not pulling him ever more open, but brushing over the focal point of his arousal.
His gasp was practically indecent.
Hips bucking up without volition he pushed into the hand, wanting needing more
Tony didn’t even look up at Loki’s snarl knowing that the god probably wasn’t the happiest with what he was doing right now. “Shut up. I’m trying to help you.” He said suddenly not trying to admit that deep down he was enjoying this.
"Help?" Loki said. But the word came out as a squeak.
The god was pretty much under his control and his well being in Tony’s hands….and Tony liked it. It was only proven as when his finger tips brushed up against Loki’s cock the gods reaction was push deeper into his palm obviously wanting more.
And Tony gave him more, letting his hand slide up and down Loki’s length with growing speed and intensity, his thumb rubbing up against the tip a few times. “Let your body take over Loki, don’t focus.” He needed the god to relax and let instincts take over, that seemed like the only way he could get Loki’s body to naturally bring down the offspring without any stress stopping him.
Along with Tony’s hand being a blocker that his body would also want to naturally expel, especially more eagerly as it already had offspring inside of it.
Pain and pleasure were truly battling now. Even as his body screamed to force downward, out, pleasure ratcheted him tight as a drum.
Head tossed to the side he bit his lip. The sounds he was making remained caught between the two stark contrasts. Loki's hands turned to fists on the edge of the tub and he bore down, needing Tony out, needing everything out.
Blood, thick and scarlet, spilled into the water like a perverse blossom.
The child, the creature, pressed up against Tony's finger tips, forced downward.
The contraction came to a starting, stuttering stop. Loki stopped pushing with a cry of disappointment that ripped at his throat. Tears threatened as his eyes.
Hand still flicking over the tip of his dick he tried to focus on it, feeling the last of the latest contraction fade.
When Tony felt the child’s head slowly touch his finger tips he only moved his hand down and out of Loki more. Feeling it covered in blood and whatever else Loki had inside of him and was necessary to slick up his opening.
“See that’s good Loki, you’re actually doing really good.” Even with a compliment he managed to make it a bit off handed as his hand still rubbed Loki’s cock.
Eventually though the contraction ended and Tony took his own pause to think about the next move. Loki was still struggling a bit and he was having a hard time understanding why.
“Hey Loki. Maybe you should stand? Or move to a squat, that’s popular amongst humans because they’re letting this magical thing called gravity take over.
Tony stated removing his entire hand from the gods body, not bothering to even look at what it was covered with.
Loki shook as Tony removed his hand, head dropping back onto the edge of the tub. Lifting his lids to shoot a glare at the man. "You will not order me to do anyth-" his voice stopped in a low moan.
This time there was no question of it being pure pleasure that wrung sound out of him.
Loki's hips bucked up toward his hand. With the break between pains his body had given into pleasure. He was on the precipice of orgasm, needing only a moment more.
He would not beg, not plead for the stimulation needed to send him over the edge.
Feeling the rising edge of pain creeping up his spine he couldn't help the keen low in his throat. He would not be denied his pleasure after what felt like centuries of never ending agony. It'd only been mere hours and yet his strength was waning.
He needed the pleasure, fleeting though it would be.
Tony held back a exasperated sigh at the gods defiance just to listen to a simply suggestion he had. He couldn’t even finish what he was trying to say as the god obviously took pleasure in him messing with his dick.
“You like that? Good. I’ll do it more if you change positions into one that will help you push.” He knew the god wouldn’t ask for him to do what he was doing, but this was his way of convincing him that maybe he did have good ideas.
Tony even took a deep breath as he muttered under his breath.
“Fine, I’ll help you.” Luckily he was only dressed in a shirt and sweatpants which he rolled up quickly so he could step into the tub with Loki. “I know you don’t trust me but at least trust me slightly with this.” He stated putting his hands to Loki’s armpits so he could force him to move up a bit, having seen how the god was struggling he knew their best bet was to get help from gravity.
“You ever heard of gravity? It’s the thing we have on earth that keeps you to the ground meaning whatever you’re carrying can start dropping further.”
The god surprisingly wasn’t that heavy, it seemed his belly weighed more than him as he sagged heavily the head of the offspring lowering deeply into Loki’s pelvis as Tony moved him.
Loki was ready to scream at him as he took his hand away moments before he could reach his pleasure.
"Stark," he snarled, without the strength to reach around to finish off his ruined orgasm.
Trying to fight the hands lifting him up Loki jerked away as Tony got into the tub with him. His heart pounded in his ears. The memory of unwanted hands sending icy shock waves across his skin despite the still warm water. "Don't you d-" his voice cracked and died in his throat.
Loki shut his eyes against the touch, holding his breath.
But, as they had been this whole night, Tony's hands' were kind, warm, steadying.
"Stark, wh-what are you," his words were once again ruined by growing pain.
On his knees now Loki wavered, tumbling against Tony's steady chest. Loki's hand twisted in Tony's shirt. Pain shot though his knees as all the weight shifted. His moan turned to a short scream as pressure pulled at his hips.
Holding tight to Tony now he swayed back and forth, his moans turning to whimpers.
Head back Loki kept his eyes closed, breath coming in sharp gasps.
Knees apart, moving without conscious permission Loki began to push. "Stark," he groaned weakly. "It's too much-" he stopped. The weight hanging from his hips lurched.
It could not be growing again. There was no more room. Stretch marks, harsh, blood red, ripping him apart, slid further up.
Loki bit his lip to keep from screaming. The pressure at his hips was near enough to break bone.
"Stuck," he realized, feeling the pressure at his hips. Something was stuck.
"Ain't my name," Tony said, distracted, taking Loki's hand, removing his nails from taking skin as well as his shirt.
Loki hissed through his teeth, feeling the next gathering pain. "That isn't what I mean," he snarled. "Stuck. The child is stuck, caught on something internally. The pressure is too great and in the wrong-" his words vanished, melting into a scream. Head down, forehead against Tony's chest he panted through the pain, trying to feel below the ripping, rippling muscles. Chin on his own chest the child's head slid further down, reminding him painfully of his ruined pleasure.