If you're not sure what sort of M story this is going to be you'll find out in about t-minus three...

Two...

One...

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Chapter 1

Heated whimpers filled the royal bedroom, breathless, blissful sighs... "Ah!" Imogen's fingers gripped her husband's luscious blonde hair as he thrust deep inside of her.

The thin sheet dipped between the props of her knees, hovering over the slowly moving body of the Prince of Asgard as he kept them parted wide. His hands braced either side of his wife's head, her beautiful raven black hair splayed out around her porcelain features.

It gave him a perfect view of her: her head was pushed back into the pillows, her cheeks flushed and lips parted to admit her moans. Hands gripped his biceps, her swelled, alert breasts rising and falling with heated, passionate breaths. Her body had changed. Her stomach carried a little more weight than before, only adding to the luscious curves that drove Thor wild for her.

"Uhn..." she moaned, back arching off the bed. "Please... more."

Thor surrendered to his own deep groan as he dropped his head forward, gasping; Imogen's core gripped him tight. It had a been a while since they'd done this.

The god leaned down on his elbows and pressed his mouth to his wife's, swallowing her gasps as he drove his hips into hers harder, his pace steady and controlled. He didn't want to go too hard on her. Not now. It was the first time they'd made love since the birth of their daughter.

Four weeks... Thor could hardly believe they'd gone so long without such intimacy and survived! Before they were married they couldn't keep their hands off each other, coupling at least once a day if not more when the need took them.

But a baby had changed that.

Just.

The god closed his eyes and his hand found Imogen's hip, pulling her to him as if he could reach deeper inside her. Oh, this was where he wanted to be. Always.

His lips parted in labored breaths as he sped up, thrusting his hips firmly up into the crevice of his wife, reveling in her cries. Not long ... it wouldn't be long now... her inner muscles clenched around him and he dipped his mouth down to her arched neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin.

He wanted her. He wanted all of her.

Her hips pushed back against his urgently and fragile whimpers bled from her, sounds that Thor knew from experience told him she was close. Her arms crushed around his neck, her breasts pressing into his chest.

"Ah!"

Her hips lost control and Thor let her take him with her, pistoning his pelvis into hers. So much for gentleness - they needed this too much.

He buried his face into her neck as her core gripped him, then released him, the rhythm speeding up as he brought her closer to the edge. He could feel it too; his loud groan drowned into the side of Imogen's neck.

"Thor!" she whined, her voice strangled. "Oh gods, I love you. Please, please, please. I need this." She rushed, as trying to match pace with her frantic heartbeat, the mad movement of her hips against Thor's.

He was only too happy to oblige. He could feel the heat pooling rapidly in his gut and knew he wouldn't be able to hold back, his arms clenching around his wife, drawing her in as he pommelled into her flesh. Her body clenched hard around him but this time she didn't let go, back arching, moans lifting higher...

His mouth hung open in a silent groan as he thrust himself hard inside his wife and froze, his seed spilling into her convulsing body. It was every bit of bliss he'd dreamed of.

He kept still as he slowly came down from his high, arms hugging Imogen tightly to him as her warm body, sheened with a light layer of sweat trembled, her mewls softening as she floated back down to reality with him. The arms relaxed around his neck, the legs either side of his hips going loose. For a moment, they just lay there gasping for breath.

Imogen licked her lips, eyes still fluttered shut from her high. "Well, that was..." her mind wasn't functioning well enough to find an apt word, her husband still looming over her, filling her.

"It's been too long." Thor answered simply, rasping for breath.

His hand at her hip steadied her as he eased out, feeling her body tense as he did so. She winced. Oops, he thought. He should have been gentler. Still, there was no denying the contented smile on his wife's face as he tilted them onto their sides, his hand rising to cup her flushed cheek.

Her eyes snapped open, still dark and sultry. Still swirling with lust. It was enough to spark Thor's desire for her all over again. His arm snaked around her waist and drew her close, her body flush with his. His growing erection pressed into her belly.

"You've not long ago had a baby and you're already craving." he murmured, peppering kisses around her beautiful flushed face. Her breaths were still labored.

His wife just arched an eyebrow, lips pressing into a smirk. "I'm a very capable woman."

He loved when she arched an eyebrow - it made her look so alluring. It lit her eyes up with entice, with attitude... oh, Thor loved the attitude. She was one of the very few people who could stand up to him.

He thought back to the first time she'd arched an eyebrow at him, when he'd chastised her for sneaking off to work after the first night of their 'arrangement', when she'd first agreed to pose as his mistress... he'd said that no woman of his worked on her knees. Well, they'd since proved that very wrong! Why did her arching eyebrow always seem to bring good things...

Thor paused to stare into his wife's orbs, admiring the dark swirling violet. They were so beautiful. No woman he'd ever met had eyes such a vibrant color as his wife's. They were like the jewels he had her wear on her gowns person, shining, gleaming.

... and so, so seductive. He hadn't realized his hips were flexing, but he did nothing to stop it once he did. His wife was such a vixen.

"That you are." he growled, his hand on her face tracing down the rest of her: her collar bone, her breast, down the dip of her waist, and over the firm arch of her hips... his fingers carried on trailing under her thigh, hitching her leg higher around his hips as they went.

He got to her knee and flattened his palm on her warm skin, sucking in a breath; he could feel the dampness of her womanhood pressing against him. His palm slowly started to stroke back up her thigh.

His eyes never left hers, and vice versa. It was like a challenge. Neither one backed down as the god's palm trailed up her leg, closer to her hips, moving round to the underside of her thigh the closer he got. He knew his eyes must be mirroring Imogen's - dark, swirling pools of lust. He didn't care. He didn't need to. He and his wife wanted exactly the same thing.

He watched her gaze widen slightly, her lips parting as he touched her wetness and slid a finger smoothly into her warm cavern. The gasp, to him, spelled his victory.

Thor smirked. "You're always so ready." he breathed.

Leaning in, he claimed his wife's mouth as his as his finger pumped slowly in and out of her, feeling her body weep for him.

Maybe he hadn't pushed her too far after all, he thought with relief as Imogen rolled her hips to his finger, eager to be touched. His mouth moved slow, just as his finger, their tongues dancing in an erotic seduction.

Then one sound shattered it all: the baby.

The harsh little cries tore distantly through the quiet bedroom, signaling the end of their passion. Thor could feel it; it was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over him.

Reluctantly, he pulled away. "But you're also in high demand." he sighed heavily, his finger sliding free of his wife's body.

Imogen's orbs were burning violet coals when they snapped open. Lust crossed with anger - a dangerous mix. Thor had a feeling he would pay for this deprivation later, but it wasn't his fault: it was Shelby's.

Odd, Thor thought as he sat himself up, running a hand through his hair. Their daughter had sparked such a passion inside Imogen when she was pregnant, but now... now she seemed to take every measure she could to avoid her parents having sex. Feeling left out now, the god couldn't help but drawl sarcastically as he rolled out of bed and pulled some trousers on.

They fit fine, he noticed with a sad sigh. His night of passion was well and truly over now.

He wasn't the only one frustrated it seemed, as Imogen got out of bed too, letting out an exasperated groan. "That child had better be fending off a murderer to warrant interrupting that." Imogen muttered bitterly, tugging the belt of her robe around her waist with much more force than was necessary.

"She's only a baby, Imogen." Thor tried to defend. He didn't dare put his arm around her - not while there was that angry blaze in her eyes. Normally he liked the blaze... just not the angry version.

Imogen's orbs were hard and hot now as she strode to the door attached to their bedroom, linking them to their child's. Thor followed lazily, but made sure to get to the door first to stop his wife yanking it off its hinges.

"And it's only been more than a month since we lay together, Thor." she barked back, not even looking at him as she passed.

Definitely angry, Thor affirmed in his head.

He half wished he were a baby too as he watched Imogen cross the dark nursery to the crib, reaching in to the screaming child: despite the anger he knew to be carving inside her, her touch was tender and he knew her face would have been serenely smoothed for her daughter. If only he could have the ability to make her do that for him whenever he riled her tensions!

His lips curved into a smirk and he moved to the lamp, finding the match and sandpaper. Seconds later, the dim light bloomed to grace him with the most beautiful sight.

Imogen held Shelby at her shoulder, rocking softly as the infant cried. Her face was soft, her eyes almost closed as she murmured reassuring things to the little girl, her fingers rubbing her tiny back comfortingly. It made Thor's heart stop for a moment: the two most wonderful women in his life, so beautiful...

"Look, Shelby." Imogen murmured, loud enough for Thor to hear her. His eyes snapped to focus from his daydreaming, catching Imogen's sharp, teasing gaze on him. "Father's smiling. We'll have to do something about that."

The baby screamed on, but it didn't seem to matter as the couple exchanged a smirk, eyes alight with... well, everything. Promise. Lust. A deep, deep proud longing.

"You're so cruel." Thor murmured, folding his arms across his chest proudly. He stood tall, knowing Imogen was checking out every inch of his exposed, chiseled torso. His soul glowed with satisfaction at the knowledge. His ring on her finger, his baby in her arms, and his body she craved... oh, how could he not be content at that?

"I think she is the cruel one." Imogen replied, shifting the infant lightly on her shoulder. "Dragging us up whilst we were in the middle of potentially making her a brother or sister."

Thor ignored the flutter of his heart as Imogen turned and walked to the wooden chair against the wall of the nursery. It quickly turned into a tug though when he saw the distressed little face scrunched up over her shoulder.

"Oh, Shelby..." he breathed, before he could help it.

He didn't think it was possible to love something so dearly just for existing but... well, here was Shelby proving him wrong. Imogen loved him and loved him, but Shelby... Thor wasn't even sure she recognized them! And yet he loved her with all his heart. And seeing her so undone...

Imogen turned the baby away from him as she sat down on the seat and moved her daughter from her shoulder, bringing her down to cradle in her arms.

Thor crossed the room instantly, his hand finding the back of the chair. His brow was furrowed as he watched Imogen peel her robe around one of her breasts, freeing it. Soon, Shelby's cries were replaced with deep, contented gulps.

He knew she was just hungry. But it didn't change the fact that his daughter was upset. And he found that very hard to take. Watching her feed though, watching her tiny face smooth of tension, his heart started to relax.

His hand moved down to Imogen's shoulder and squeezed as she tipped her head back and sighed, her eyes closed.

"Well, I won't be very fresh faced for my parents tomorrow, will I?" she breathed. "Something else the noble's will gossip about, no doubt."

Thor sighed too, and sank down to his knees beside her. He pressed a kiss down on her knee before he shifted his legs beneath him, so the side of his head leaned against Imogen's thigh. She was right. "It doesn't matter what they say."

"I think it matters a great deal what they say." She countered calmly.

Another sigh left the god, and he rose his hand up Imogen's leg, fingers tracing light circles into her skin. "Is this about Shelby?" he asked quietly, eyes hardening a touch.

The royal court didn't think much of Thor's choice of wife. And when she gave birth to a daughter rather than a son… hostility was sealed against Imogen. Her failure to produce an heir was being used as a 'sign' that she was a poor choice of companion. Not that Thor listened to a word of it; he loved his wife and his daughter dearly.

Still the nobles refused to talk to Imogen. They regarded her as little more than a servant girl or prostitute, and it made Thor thunderous with anger that his beloved wife be made to feel so rejected. His fingers twitched around her calf at the memory of how they'd all turned their heads away from her, refusing to even look at her. But he couldn't impose punishment on what they didn't do, only on what they did. And they did nothing.

"It's not just Shelby." Imogen admitted sadly. "I just wish I could be a wife you could be proud of. I'm sure they would accept Shelby if only they liked me more than they do."

That was something Thor couldn't argue. The sad tone to her voice tugged at his heart and he leaned into her thigh, moving so his lips pressed into the soft skin. He wanted her to feel loved, happy. And she was – with him. As soon as he was gone though, she was alone and he despised that fact. She wasn't a maid now or a peasant; she was to be Queen. Sooner than they realized. She should be treated as such.

"So much for your name meaning 'sheltered', little one." Imogen mused to the baby as she switched breast, a small smile on her lips. She wouldn't let her sadness show for her baby, Shelby's tiny bright blue orbs blinking up at her innocently. Her father's eyes…

"She will be sheltered." Thor assured softly, though his orbs swirled with dark promise. He would not allow this treatment to continue for his daughter. Imogen was strong and Shelby was still a baby, but when she grew…Thor would not let anyone belittle his daughter. She deserved more than that.

He could already see it in his head: a little girl stood in court with her teary blue eyes and dark haired head bowed in shame as the nobles looked upon her with scorn. He would not let that become a reality. He'd rather disband the court and have them banished from the palace than have that vision become true, to have his precious daughter put down so.

Even so, he was working on a plan for now. Something had to be done. Maybe hold an address to the nobles, publically accuse them of being rude to his wife. That would put pressure. The public had no ills against Imogen… but that could sway it either way; they could choose to side with the nobles or with him. It was a risk.

Treason was out of the question until someone actually did something, and that was a scenario Thor wanted to avoid at all costs. Imogen could live with a few glares… but if someone were to wish her harm…

His head leaned closer on Imogen's thigh running his hand up the inside of her leg to banish the thought. He couldn't imagine her gone. His fingers stroked up the inside of her thigh until they reached the hem of her robe. He pressed on still.

"I'm feeding your daughter and you think it's appropriate to touch me?" Imogen's voice was laden with sass, and Thor knew without looking that a single eyebrow was lifted.

Thor's lips squirked in a smirk. "We could finish what we started." He breathed, pressing a tender kiss into the outside of her thigh.

He was glad that Imogen's body betrayed her words, her legs teasing apart as his fingertip touched her wetness, running the digit through the damp curls between her thighs. His trousers tightened. Imogen's sigh solidified his grin and he peeked his gaze up to see her head tipped back, back arched slightly, baby feeding still feeding from her open chest.

Her eyes were fluttered shut, and Thor's groin surged at the rasp in her voice. "I am not going to climax with our daughter here, Thor."

"Because you have so much control over this." The god mused sarcastically under his breath, as he slipped two fingers into his wife's wet, gripping heat regardless. Her legs parted to admit him.

He shifted round so he was knelt between her legs, one hand around her thigh, opening her wide to him. His other hand was turned up as he worked two thick fingers inside her, curling them to the heavens. They pressed into the spot inside her that made her jaw fall open, a silent cry leaving her. Her hips pressed against his palm, trying to intensify the pressure.

She made no sound this time, maybe for her daughter's sake. The only noise in the nursery was of Shelby's slow deep gulps as she fed from her mother's chest.

Thor's thumb brushed over her clit though, and a whimpering gasp left Imogen. She may not want to do this here and now… but, by gods, Thor did. Shelby was too young to be aware of it yet, to understand, let alone remember. And he gathered her sucking on Imogen's breast only brought extra stimulation to his wife.

His fingers kept up the hard pressure on the spot inside her, his thumb starting to firmly stroke her clit. Her hips rolled in time with his movement, fast and urgent. He wanted this fast.

"No." Imogen moaned, and Thor glanced up to see her arms tense and trembling, fighting the pleasure to keep still for her daughter.

Her body clenched tight around his fingers, and Thor grinned in satisfaction. It had been much too long he'd held off treasuring his wife, so fearful of hurting her. He wanted her to feel good now, to make up for it.

"Thor!"

The god leaned forward and pressed his hot mouth over where his thumb rubbed - and his aim was realised: Imogen let out a deep, throaty moan as she came hard around his fingers, coating his digits with her thick feminine cream. He kept his hand and mouth still, his fingers still curled against her to prolong her ecstasy for as long as possible.

Her body trembled as she whined quietly through her release, Shelby clutched safely to her chest.

Thor thought it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

His spare hand on her thigh ran gentle circles into her skin as she slowly came down from her high, sighing her breathing back to normal. Finally, her eyes peeled open and glanced down to see her husband staring up at her with dark, swirling orbs, lips quirked in a smirk between her thighs.

She shook her head at him. "You're so bad..." she sighed, although not in an altogether unhappy way.

Thor just grinned, and pressed a quick kiss over her clit as he slowly pulled his fingers out from her, glued stickily with her white essence. He just raised his eyebrows smugly, not ashamed in the slightest.

It was safe to say Imogen was a lot more relaxed now than she had been when she'd first come into the room. Thor noted this with triumph as his wife tucked her chest back into her robe, cradling her baby closely, pressing a kiss to the side of her daughter's tiny head. The only problem was the uncomfortable tightness of his trousers.

Imogen rose from the chair, still trying to secure the robe around her front, loose from the dislodged belt at her waist. Unsecured, the sides just kept falling open to reveal her, refusing to stay in place.

"Here. Let me take her." Thor offered, standing with his wife.

Imogen just shot him a look. "Fingers." was all she said.

Thor glanced down at his outstretched hands and shut his questioning mouth quickly. The stickiness. Oh. He did not want to get that on Shelby!

A part of him was disppointed as he watched Imogen cross back to the crib and replace the baby, wishing it could have been him. But he'd chosen to touch Imogen. He'd have to wait till morning to hold his baby girl. Maybe that was for the best anyway - tiredness was starting to blink his eyes.

Even Imogen gave a yawn as she turned back to him, padding softly as she closed the robe firmly around herself. "Sleep?" was all she murmured as she stepped into her husband's strong, open arms.

He pressed his lips down into the top of her head. "I think so."

Imogen didn't have the will to resist as Thor scooped her up, just snuggling her sleepy head into his chest as he carried her back through the door to the bedroom. Laying her gently down on the sheets, he was gone for mere seconds as he blew off the lamp and closed the nursery door, before he was settling down beside her.

She snuggled into the open haven of his arms, welcoming the gentle warmth. This was safe. For now, this was all they needed.

His lips pressed into the crown of her head as he willed her to sleep, ignoring the slight pressure in his groin. Perhaps it was better he'd kept his trousers on, keeping himself contained; they'd be up for the baby in a few hours anyway, and it wouldn't do for him to deprive his wife of her prescious sleep for the sake of his carnal desires.

He closed his eyes, his lips lingering against his wife's hair as they drifted into dreams of their old, carefree sex and the day ahead of them.