Forbidden
Chapter 10 – "To Tell the Truth"
Gala wakes the next morning, the bed next to her empty. She stretches her arms out, the soreness in her legs and hips making her movements laborious. Looking over to the remains of her ruin dress she wraps the sheet from the bed around her, patting off to the restroom.
Walking out of the bedroom she can hear the sound of rushing water coming from the room at the end of the hall. The cool marble flooring tickling her bare feet, her smile covering her face.
The large wooden door was adorned with golden fixtures, a spiral of golden embellishments twisting to the door knob. Pushing the door open she tip toes into the massive room, a tub sinks down in the middle of the room that could easily fit five people, chairs and a sofa lining the walls. Several shelves of linens, the softest white bath sheets that she had every touch.
Three large basins for washing were in different positions along the four walls; the gold faucets shimmer back at her. Above her was a row of windows, rectangular and long.
Making her way toward the sound of the water she sees steam rolling out from under another door, the condensation clinging to the two golden doors.
Trailing the sheet behind her she enters the room, a bench and a rack of bath sheets the only thing visible through the cloud of steam.
Using her fingers she feels along the wall until she senses the roughness of some stone. The stone wall wraps around the wall, being enclosed with a tall glass door.
Gala drops the sheet, sliding the glass door to the side. Thor stands before her with his back to her, a streaming waterfall coming from a square opening in the stone layered wall.
His rock hard body was drenched from head to toe, his blonde hair hanging wet around him. She lets her eyes take in his manly form, his sculpted back, his narrow waist and that firm ass that was a muscular as the rest of him.
Her hand reaches out to touch him as he turns to face her. "Morning Gala."
The front of him was one row of wet muscles after another, his blue eyes blazing like the sea on fire.
"Morning Thor." She walks up to him, his hands going to her hips. She hisses out, her bone and muscles still adjusting to being rocked so hard the night before.
"You're injured, I'm so sorry Gala. That was not my intention." He pulls back from here, his eyes examining her body. She lets her hands slide down her flat stomach, trying to cover the bruises on each hip.
"This was to be expected Thor, I was a virgin." She smiles up at him, her hand cupping his cheek.
"I did this, these bruises?" He gently touches her, his eyes looking so doleful.
"I wouldn't change a thing, it was perfect." Gala reaches up on her toes to kiss him, his smile returning.
"You're not upset? I am sorry Gala; I did try to be easy with you." She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.
"You did Thor and I felt more love in that moment with you than I have in my entire life. Perhaps we try again, I want more." Her brown eyes match the lusty look on her face, her tongue licking her lips.
Thor places a heated kiss on her lips, backing her into the waterfall. With the cascading water falling over her naked body he kisses and suckles at her breasts, his hands tracing the curves of her waist and hips.
The feel of the water and Thor's kisses heat her up, all of it causes a dizzying effect. Gala jumps slightly as Thor's strong hands grip her ass, lifting her up against him.
Her lips find his, her hands gripping his shoulders. She feels his manhood resting at her opening, her fingers digging deep into his flesh. "Don't hold back Thor, I want you … all of you."
With a thrust of his hips he enters her to the hilt as he holds her tight. She screams out his name, his hips slamming into her repeatedly.
Leaning her up against the glass door he enters her again and again, her core just as tight as the night before. She squeezes her thighs, his body firm and hard.
Reaching up to the top of the glass door, she curls her fingers around the glass pulling her body upwards. His mouth rests on her bouncing breasts, his rock hard manhood ramming its way into her opening until her velvet walls are vibrating at a spastic pace.
The intensity of her climax rolls down her body, her core squeezing around his length as her wetness soaks them both.
"Thor … Thor … are you in here? Father needs us in the throne room." Loki's voice echoes through the shower chamber, Gala trying to hold back her scream.
Thor caps his hand over her mouth, answering his brother back. "Tell Father I will be there."
"Hurry, he's not in the best of moods this morning." The sound of Loki's boots trails off as Gala lets go of her passion and screams through Thor's massive hand.
The thunder god picks up his thrusts, pounding her against the glass door. Gala moans out his name once again as his he empties inside her, his own moan causing her to climax again.
He sets her back down on her feet, her legs to wobbly to hold her. As she stammers backwards Thor catches her, holding her to him. "I have to go, Father is waiting."
She leans against the stone wall, the water covering her. "I'll be fine, go. I'll finish my shower and go to my room."
With a quick kiss Thor is gone; his gorgeous form fading into the steam.
Finishing her shower, she exists the shower and the water instantly stops. Reaching for a bath sheet, she wraps it around her and walks into Thor's bedroom.
She stops cold in her tracks when sees Loki waiting for her, holding the blood stained sheet from Thor's bed.
"So my brother has had you and from the looks of it you gave up your virginity. I knew he wasn't alone, I could hear you screaming from the hall. Really Gala, giving yourself up so easily, I thought you one to wait for marriage. Tell me, do you think you mean anything to him. You're just another notch on his headboard but I can't say I blame him … a virgin is hard to resist." Loki throws the sheet back on the bed, his blue eyes looking cold.
"You can think as you wish my Lord but I know the truth. The truth is you can't stand the thought of Thor being with me, a servant girl so beneath him." Gala walks past him to the door when Loki begins to laugh.
"You think he loves you. Foolish girl … has he said it? Has he told you he loves you? No? What a pity." The dark prince walks out of the room, his laughter chilling Gala to the bone.
On her way back to her room she begins to doubt Thor's feeling for her. He hadn't told her that he loved her but then again neither had she. She hurries to her room, quickly grabbing some undergarments and her riding clothes.
Gala braids her hair as she walks toward the stables, Sif mounting her horse for her morning ride. "You're late. It's not like you to sleep in Gala. Come … ride with me."
From the feel of her hips she knew riding was the last thing she wanted to do. She tries to come up with a reason to say no to Sif when a small girl from the palace calls her name. "Gala … the Queen has sent me for you."
Sif nods her head to her, riding off towards the mountains.
Once with Frigga, Gala could see something was puzzling her. "You asked for me my Queen."
"You look different Gala, could it be you are finally a woman." Frigga circles the blushing girl, Gala squeezing her arms around her waist.
"You know don't you my Queen?" Gala's tires not to smile at the memory of Thor and her together.
"My son is a lucky man indeed. He was a gentleman with you, he did show you the dignity of woman in your condition requires?" Frigga makes Gala's face light up fire red, her questions a little personal.
"He did my Queen. I gave myself to him freely and he was indeed a gentleman." Frigga takes her hand, walking over to the window.
"I am glad. Gala, the reason I called you here is there is talk of war. The Dark Elves and Frost Giants have been quiet for so long but now Hemidall senses a disturbance in their worlds. Loki has come to me, he thinks you are a distraction for Thor and they need to concentrate on protecting Asgard. Thor will be king soon but I believe you will make an excellent Queen. I want to start training you to be Queen someday. I am moving your quarters close to me; we will start your training today." Frigga pats her hand, leaving Gala looking in disbelief.
"What if your son does not love me? He may not wish for me to be his bride." Rising to her feet, the seed that Loki had planted in her mind had taken root and was growing.
"If Odin approves then you will be his bride. If you think Thor does not love you then you are wrong. I've seen the way my son looks at you and it's not the way he looks at other maidens. When they are finished with their father I will send for my son and you can ask him for yourself. The truth of the matter is on his face and in his eyes but I suppose for his tongue to confess it would settle the matter." Frigga kisses Gala on the cheek, giving her a motherly hug.
Gala sits by the window for a long while, the thought that Thor could love her seeming utterly preposterous.