To Be Reborn The Butterfly

Three days later the bells in Asgard ring with the news of Loki’s pregnancy. The fever broke on the morning of the fourth day and Loki knew she was with child. Loki delights in the knowledge that there is something inside of her that has pieces of both her and Thor. However, it was a good three weeks before either of them felt inclined to have sex again. It isn’t long into the pregnancy before Loki discovers that her gag reflex makes sucking Thor’s cock impossible. She can barely tolerate the sight of food as it is. Nevertheless, Loki is always considerate of Thor’s needs.
It is late into the evening feast. Many of the guests are ready to retire but the Thor has yet to give them their leave. He is still celebrating Loki’s pregnancy. Loki leans in and whispers to her husband.
“My dear King, the only thing that would make this moment more perfect is my lips around your cock.” Loki smiles wickedly.
“Do not tease me so wife. I know you are incapable of such a service at the moment.” Thor smiles. But then Thor looks down, startled, to see Loki’s clone smiling up at him from under the table. It is his male form.
“Let’s see how well you can keep from moaning in pleasure while in public.” The real Loki whispers into his ear. The clone sets to work, sucking Thor off while hidden under the table. Thor’s jaw clenches to keep his sounds of pleasure from escaping. Loki’s eyes glaze over from concentration and the ghost sensations she is feeling in her own mouth. She could increase her physical connection with her clone and feel everything he is feeling if she wanted to. But not this time. Thor suddenly wishes the feasting hall were empty.
“You may all take your leave now.” Thor announces from a seated position. Most assume that he must be too inebriated to stand. Several people stand and make their way towards the exit, but still too many remain. Damn. Thor shoots Loki a pleading look.
“Who do you belong to?” Loki asks Thor.
“You Loki.” Thor mutters quietly. Loki preens from the statement. Her eyes sparkle with naughtiness, but she takes no pity on Thor. Clone Loki sucks Thor hard, deep, and vigorously. The loud sounds of cheerful guests drown out the sucking sounds he is making. Thor is no longer smiling. He tried to put on a look of impassivity, but mostly he just looks constipated. Dear Gods! How is Loki doing that with his tongue! Thor picks up his goblet and pretends to clear his throat to mask a growl, which is masking a moan. Thor can feel his orgasm building when Fandral decides to stroll up and talk to his friend the King. Oh Gods! Please go away! Please go away! Please go away!
“Fandral, good evening.” Thor manages to choke out.
“Good evening my King. The Warriors and I were wondering…..when….” Fandral’s question dies on his tongue. Something is wrong with Thor, he realizes. Thor’s face is beat read, his pupils are blown so wide his eyes are practically black, and his hands are clenched into fists so tightly his knuckles are white. Thor gives out a restrained sigh and then, THUMP! Clone Loki hits his head on the underside of the table as Thor comes in his throat. Fandral looks down and realizes that there is someone under the table. Fandral realizes that something is going on and then turns his gaze to Loki who is sitting beside Thor. Loki picks up an asparagus spear and bites it off in a wicked seductive manner while looking sidelong at Thor. She then turns her gaze back to Fandral and quirks and eyebrow at him, still smiling naughtily. Though both of Loki’s hands are in full view, Fandral now has no doubt that Loki is somehow fondling Thor under the table.
“I’ll come back later.” Fandral says before skittering off. Loki releases an evil giggle as she waves her hand to disperse the clone. Thor breathes heavily for moment as he looks at his wife.
“I will have my revenge.” He says to Loki.
“You’d better. I fully expect a savage fucking for that little service I provided you.” She says.
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“So husband….How am I to be punished?” Loki asks in the private comfort of their bedchamber.
“Summon your clone again.” Thor commands. Loki’s eyebrows arch in surprise. This should be interesting.
“Male or female?”
“Male.”
“Very well. You do know that I can feel everything he can feel and that if your goal is to deny me pleasure this is not the way to do it.”
“On the contrary, dear wife, I am counting on it.” Thor says. Curiouser and Curiouser Loki thinks to herself. Thor then turns his attentions back to the clone. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” Thor orders him. Loki rolls her eyes and with the wave of her hand the clone is naked. Well that works to, Thor surmises. Thor removes his clothes and gets on the bed with him.
“Am I to watch then?” Loki asks.
“And feel. Touch yourself.” Thor orders. Loki is still fully clothed, but hikes up her grand skirt and takes a seat with her legs splayed wide in a large comfortable chair. She slings one leg over the arm and starts petting herself. She watches her husband and her male form as they begin to touch, caress, and stroke each other. So this is what they look like together? She must admit that they complement each other well. Thor’s large golden frame is counterbalance by Loki’s slimmer, paler one. Their bodies mold together like a lock and a key. Thor takes Loki cock into his mouth.
“Ahhh!” The real Loki cries. It is so odd and yet undeniably pleasurable. Since she does not have a cock, what she feels is the mirror opposite inside of her body. The walls of her womb quiver. She and her male counterpart moan in unison. Thor shines an evil grin at her, the bastard! Loki can feel her orgasm building….until Thor stops.
“No! Please! Thor please!” She begs. Thor ignores her and speaks to the clone.
“Get on all fours and arch your ass in the air for me.” Clone Loki smiles a devilish grin and looks at his maker. He turns his body around and pressed his chest to the mattress and presents his ass to Thor. Loki realizes that as a woman she has never enjoyed anal sex near as much as she does when she is a he. The prostate makes all the difference. She wonders absently if she will be able to feel the level of pleasure that the clone will feel. Thor uses oil to stretch and relax Loki’s hole before sliding into him. Thor makes sure to angle both of their bodies just right for maximum pleasure. Thor starts rocking into him and hits that beautiful bundle of nerves straight away. Both Loki scream in ecstasy. Yes. Yes she can feel what he is feeling and it is glorious. Thor pounds into him with reckless abandon as he reaches around to stroke Loki’s cock.
Loki is in the armchair yelling her pleasure and digging her nails into the armrest. Why didn’t they think of this during their baby making? She can feel her orgasm building again, when Thor stops…again. Both Loki’s cry out in desperation. She looks at Thor with pleading eyes and Thor takes pity on her.
“Join us.” Thor says. Loki lifts her dress over her head as she crosses the floor to the bed. She gets naked quickly.
“How do you want me?” She asks.
“You are going to fuck yourself. Get underneath him. He is going to fill your cunt while I fill his ass.” Her gaze locks with her male clone creation. They look at each other with both scandalized and timid expressions. Masturbation is one thing, but this takes self-pleasuring to a whole other level. He lifts up his torso as she climbs under. This should be easy. He knows what she likes. They are the same person after all. Loki feels his cock slide into her and start rocking. Clone Loki feels overwhelmed as he fucks his maker in the front while being fuck by Thor in the ass. Thor looks down at both of them and admires his creation. Thor sets a punishing pace which in turn affects the female Loki on the bottom. The Lokis kiss each other and moan a pleasure so deep that Thor actually starts to feel a little jealous. She can still feel everything he is feeling and the compounding pleasure is too much. They come in unison. Loki loses her focus and the clone disappears. Thor yanks her forward and buries his cock into her cunt to finish. It only takes a few more pumps before he spills.
“That was amazing.” Loki mutters in a breathy voice. “One of these days you need to let me fuck you in the ass. It’s wonderful.” She says. The thought has occurred to Thor before, but he has always resisted. He likes being the top alpha male. Perhaps one day he will indulge her. Him.
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Thor awakens to a jolt. Loki is in labor. She is panting furiously as her contractions work to widen her birth canal to bring their son into the world. He carries her to the healing hall. The birthing room is prepared as the servants fetch Odin and Frigga. Loki starts moaning in pain and Thor paces the room in frustration. There is nothing he can do to take away her pain. Her moans become screams and Thor turns a noticeable shade of white. The mightiest warrior in the kingdom is going to pass out. Odin drags him from the hall.
“Sit down before you give yourself a head injury.” Odin commands. It does not do to let the King of Asgard be seen fainting like a dainty damsel. Frigga remains in the birthing room. Loki’s cries echo throughout the palace as the rain begins.
“Calm yourself Thor before you drown the Kingdom.” Odin says. He hopes his sternness will help Thor keep his emotions in check. He needs to be strong for Loki today.
“She could die in ch….”
“She’s not going to die in childbirth Thor. She will be fine.” Odin says flatly. The night is long. Thor entertains his worst nightmares and hyperventilates more than once. Odin decides getting him drunk might be prudent. He calls for ale and orders Thor to chug it down like a good lad.
“Was it like this with mother?” Thor asks him.
“Yes. I found ale to be most helpful the night you were born. Here. Have another.” Odin plies his son with drink.
Loki pushes hard into each contraction as Frigga holds her hand. The night is long. When the sun breaks over the hills shining the dawn on the golden realm, Loki pushes one last time. Her son is born into the world. He is black of hair and blue of eye. His skin is also ice blue, but the color recedes as he acclimates to room temperature. He looks like his father. The child is cleaned and wrapped up and then placed into his mother’s arms. Thor enters the room and strides to Loki’s side.
“Hello. I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.”

Notes

The End.