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In chains. High collar around his neck. Arms bound tightly behind his back. Collar has a silver lead tied to the floor. Naked. Kneeling.
Little broken THING. Sneer. Craving love, craving acceptance. Laugh. Desired by all, loved by none. Slap.
Poor sad little monster trying to be a man.
Pathetic.
Show me what you are. He bows his head.
Boot grinds into his cock. Low seething voice.
Show me your what your are slave.
Slowly blue creeps from his toes and works upwards. Smoothly across his lean sculpted chest. Lastly, up his neck and he looks up. You gasp as the razor cheekbones are overtaken in blue and red eyes hold yours.
Magnificent. You whisper. Fingers tracing the heavy glyphs across his face.
Little monster, you will never be a man. Look at you. Laugh. You are a beautiful horror. Small, weak. The only thing giant about you is this. Boot grinds into his half erect blue cock.
Disgusting thing, to lie with a frost giant. Especially a tiny, stunted one. Grotesque, an abomination. You should've been splattered across your whore mother's lips.
You bend until you are eye to eye with the chained god.
I will show you what you are good for slave.
I will show you your "glorious purpose". Laugh. Scorn.
You get up and walk behind him. On the table thin leather whips and chains as fine a horsehair. Knives, long and thin, stillettos for puncturing. A collar with curved, sharp spikes on the inside. Weights tied to leather handles. So many choices to punish this god. No this monster.
Thin leather whip in hand. Approaching the monster, circling in front. He looks up at you. Avert your eyes you filth! Hard, cold.
He bows his head.
Whips him. Across that beautiful blue face. Across chest, thighs, shoulders. Hard, merciless. He grunts with each blow. Nothing marks him. You are winded, gasping. Of course monster. My blows mean nothing to you. Thin silver chain that whistles through the air. They are like knives ripping his flesh open. He moans with the first slice. Asgardian silver monster. They would do worse if they found you here like this. Worked up, wetness between your legs dripping. Grabbing stiletto, rush to him. Palming the open cuts on his body. The salt from your hands burning him. He grunts and you see his giant cock hard up against his belly.
Oh no monster. That's too disgusting. The pain arouses you? You hold the stilletto to his neck, press. He turns his face, trying to pull away. You grab the chain bolted to his collar and pull him close. Kiss those elegant blue cheekbones. I should shove this through your heart you whisper into his ear. Savoring the deep cold of his body. It burns you wherever it touches. It burns your wetness as you straddle his thigh to look into his eyes.
No monster. If you love the pain this much, let me give it to you more directly. You take the thin tip of the stiletto in one grand and his cock in the other. You grin, he branches and says no. Smiling sweetly you say, you may avert your eyes slave and plunge the stiletto into his urethra.
His body convulses under you. Every muscle hard as rock. You grind into the burning cold of his thigh and look at him. There is a blush of purple Across his cheeks, Across his shoulders and his chest. He let's out a gasp as his muscles relax. He looks at you breathing heavily. You smile and look down at his cock. The handle of the stiletto sticking out the tip of his enormous cock obscenely. Your hand wraps around the handle and you feel his muscles tense. Please.. he whispers and your heart beats faster. Are you begging me slave? you look into those red eyes.
He bites his lip. Please don't. Begging, from the lips of a monster. You grind hard against his thigh, letting the burn hurt you, please you. You can take it monster. I know you can. I know about the wicked, depraved things your kind does. I'll be gentle, I promise. Small kiss to his collarbone. You felt him relax, sigh. You grab the handle, rip it out and slam it back in. Fucking his urethra with the knife.
His screams reach the heavens. His cursing in asgardian, music to your ears.
His body is rigid and trembling. His cock, miraculously, still very erect. Pulsing a deep purple. You grind his burning thigh in rhythm to your stabs. In and out, out and slam back in. You give the handle a twist and his scream is hoarse and strong. Still strong you think. You take out the stiletto. For a moment he breathes a sigh and he's breathing so heavy. You can feel his heart racing in his thigh. His head is thrown back, he's bending it to look at you and you slam it back in. Oh, his screams.. you grind faster, feeling your orgasm near. Slamming in hard, pulling out roughly. You're sure he's ruined, that cock will never work again. You laugh. Delighted. You wanted to be a man you gasp as you fuck him with the knife and ride his thigh. You will never be a man now monster. Pathetic excuse for a monster, little man with ruined cock. You will have to use that silver tongue to please your lovers now. Faster, harder. Let it hurt. Yes, ruin him, ruin yourself. Break us both, just this once. He no longer screams. He moans loudly. In time with your thrusts. Hips bucking up against the knife. You are amazed. This too monster you moan, your orgasm imminent. Your free hand hooks around his collar, dragging his face to you. You kiss him hard, you bite his offered tongue, drawing blood. You swirl it between you as he moans into your mouth. You swallow his blood and his moans. He suddenly jerks away and his head falls back with a gasp. You ride him ever harder. Your hand is numb from the handle of the stiletto but you drive it in hard, deep with every slam. His moans echo loudly, his hips matching your rhythm perfectly. Ah! Ah! Your orgasms washes into you and you slam the knife hard, lean on it as the orgasm rips you apart. The monsters cries echo loudly in your ears as he orgasms around the blade. His cries sound pitiful. No trace of a god as his cries end in a sob.
You lean your head against his icy chest breathing hard. He is rigid, immobile. Spent. You sigh and pull the blade from his slowly deflating cock. Gently, so gently. He gasps when it exits him and his cum rises out of the blue tip. White and red. Pearlescent and beautiful. You wrap your lips around his cock and suck, wanting every drop he can give. The monster shudders and groans. You smile around his icy cock and tongue the tip, probing for more.
He has no more to give. You stand and eye him. Body trembling slightly. Head bowed.. Breathing shallow.. The lacerations already healed. He is perfect. Sculpted from ice. Chisled and sharp. Look at me you say. He looks up. Red eyes filled with tears. You are so beautiful like this monster. When you are broken and realize you mean nothing. You smile at him. He does not smile back. He looks so sad and weary.
Who will ever give you what I give you? Who will ever love you as I love you? Only I know what you are and what sick desires you carry. You are my slave monster, remember that. He nodded gravely.
Tell me know, what are you? Laugh. Besides a pathetic excuse for a man? A pathetic excuse for a god? Little failure. Little nothing. Only I love you, I love you because of this. You wave vaguely at his form. The tears in his eyes hollowing you out, pulling at your heart. You sneer. You want me to be weak for you. I won't let your weakness touch me. So what are you monster? He shivered hard. Yours. He whispered. And what more? Your slave.
You smile. Yes slave, you are mine. My pathetic monster. Craving to be loved. Look how you seek my love. Laugh. You will do anything to be accepted. Like I could accept you. Disgusting. I love only that silver tongue. You stand close to his face. Make me love your tongue. He leans forward and his cold tongue slips into your pussy. Grinding his face into you. You bear down as he sucks on your clit. You smother him with your wet cunt. Drowning him in your juices. You reach for the chain at his collar. Step back and loop it around his throat. You step closer. He looks into your eyes. Continue slave and you smother him again. Pulling his chain you choke him as he eats your burning cunt. You grind on his face, no thought but your creeping orgasm. His cold tongue fucks your cunt, his teeth nibble on your lips and he sucks your clit. Your orgasm rips through you as you straddle his face and you pull the chain tight. He doesn't stop, seeming to not care he is being strangled. Your free hand tangles in his long locks as you buck against his face.
Gasping you let the chain go and sink to the floor before him. After shocks rippling through you as you moan. You look up at him and you see the tiny smirk and his face absolutely covered in your fluids. His face becomes still when he sees you looking.
You crawl to him and lay your head on his naked thigh. You can smell yourself all over him. You look up at him, smiling gently. He looks down at you, bright red eyes clear and crinkling at the edges.
Had enough my king? You lick your lips.
He smiles, biting his lower lip. The illusion drops as he tilts his head. His hand comes to caress your cheek and the other covers a firm breast. Never darling. He is pale and perfection again. He bends to kiss your lips. You collapse into giggles and wiggle away. Laughing he crawls after you. Catches you and pulls you into his naked lap. He drops his lips to yours in a ragged kiss. How did I do? Looking up at him in adoration. Gloriously my darling. Just what I wanted. You laugh. You're so dramatic. Couldn't just have a good cry could you? You run your nails through his stubble. He grins. I'm drained dearest. Will you join me for a bath? Of course my king you smile. I will wash your hair, just as you like. He stands and you stare at him. He is everything. Your glorious God king. He tilts his head and holds out his hand for you. You take it and follow.