Kinktober Day Seventeen: Massage (Patreon)

Tony - Loki (MCU)
Massage / group sex / prostate massage / finger fucking
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In general, there was not too much kinky to be had about a massage But in many ways, it depended upon two things. Who was giving it, and who would be receiving it. Considering that this particular massage was being given by Loki and received by Tony, well the potential for a kinky outcome was probably at it's maximum.   
 
Loki had outdone himself with their little extended weekend away. If it had been up to Tony, they'd have gone to Paris or Majorca or Tokyo. Somewhere the experience a little culture and a taste of something Loki hadn't gotten to see during his...initial unwelcome visit. But when he'd offered, the god has seemed keen to take him somewhere a bit less familiar and a bit more off planet. Initially he'd been hesitant, but Tony couldn't deny the subtle charms of Alfheim.   
 
For one thing, Alfheim was sort of the exotic destination of the Nine Realms. Way back when, that title had belonged to Midgard. But since Odin had grown a conscience and decided it wasn't fair to let a developing bunch of half monkies get screwed around with (literally and figuratively) by alien gods, the worlds of the light elves had taken it's place. Tony couldn't say he blamed them. It was like hitting Las Vegas, Paris and the Bahamas all in one stop. White sand beaches to the southern boarder of...whatever continent they were on. Huge cities full of noise and festivals and lights (not to mention a world of delights which Loki had sworn to introduce him to) at the capitol. The promise of a high noble soiree to attend as Loki was still considered a foreign prince and entitled to be greeted as such was coming later.
 
But for right now, they were sitting beneath a birch tree larger than Stark tower, naked and laid out on soft mats as two elves worked on their back and shoulders with diligence and care, rubbing out every aching stress. “Ouf. Oh Lolo. Baby where have you been hiding these people?”

“I have not been hiding them. They are considered healers of the body here, and their services are highly sought after. It is said by the Alfheim that an hour under their fingers is like a respite for the soul. You can clearly see why.” Loki's voice was low and mumbling, the god clearly in their expert grip.

“Call it what you want. I've paid thousands for less than what they're doing.” Tony felt an arm wrap firmly about his neck and a hand place itself on his shoulder. “Eh?”

“Please remain calm. We are adjusting the tension in your shoulders and spine.” One of the elves spoke calmly with a sincere grin.

“Adjusting the...”

Crrrrrack.

Tony's eyes rolled back and he felt a glorious tingling overtake him from head to toe. He was lowered gently back to the mat, limp as a dishrag and happily so. “Nurgh.”   

Loki chuckled from his position. “Magic workers, aren't they?”

“Nurgh.”

“Would you like for us to continue our work on you?” One of them asked, their pretty lavender eyes blinking at him in curiosity.

“What part of my happy 'nurgh' do you not understand?” Tony managed as the two laughed and nodded, each one taking an arm. “So they're chiropractors?”   

“Massage artists, chiropractors, physical therapists. They heal, Anthony. That is their calling. Ouggghf.” Loki gave a delighted grunt as they began to pop and crack his limbs. 

“There is so much tension in you, Prince Loki. You should have come to us sooner, we would have righted you.” One insisted as they began to gently lift and turn his body.   
 
“I assure you, had I the time, I would gladly have submitted to your ministrations. But I have been distracted as of late.” Loki said with a wink in Tony's direction. 

“Humph.” The elf said, clearly under a distinct impression of what Loki considered distracting. “In that case, perhaps you would feel more at ease if our more subtle forms of relief were applied.”

Tony managed to turn his head around in time to see that flash of white teeth which usually meant trouble was right around the corner. Loki nodded to the healer. A moment later, Tony saw four more elves appear for each of them, each one looking quite eager to enjoy this moment.

“Uh...Lokes?”

“Be at peace, Tony.” But those fucking green eyes were full of wicked thoughts. “The Alfheimer people believe that the concentration of the soul requires relief from time to time in order to unburden the thoughts of the body. As such, they have developed an intense, if fairly simple ritual by which to cleanse the body of impurities such as stress, tension and emotional distress.”

“Meaning...?” Not that he was about to complain. The healers had already begun to rub against the soles of his feet, his calves, his hips and back, and his shoulders all at once. Really they could have twisted him into putty and he would have gladly let them by now. Whichever one of them had their hands on the small of his back, kneading it with determined pressure, was already doing him a world of good.   
 
“Meaning that they are more than happy to be doing exactly what they are doing and are thrilled to accommodate us.” Loki tried to tell him, his voice exhausted merely by talking rather than groaning joyfully at this experience.   
 
Tony was almost set to believe him right before a set of hands began to pry at the cleft between his cheeks. “Whoa! Uh...h-hold up!” He started to sit up, feeling the hands hesitate. “Uhm...is there an extra charge for that?”

The healers laughed to one another. “We don't charge for our healing, mortal.” One of them explained, pushing him gently back to the mat. “Relax. You are a welcome guest here. And we can sense the tension strangling your thoughts. Your friend, the Prince, he did not tell you of this?”

Tony shot Loki a nasty look, but the god was already hanging off the mat as they began to work him over. “No he did not.” 

“Well, let me assure you, it will be a most enjoyable experience.” The elf promised and began to rub his temples. “You need do nothing but let us work. Be at ease, and let our magic take hold.”