TRIGGER WARNING: Dub-con themes

"Activate magnet," she said in front of the door. She had her gloves and syringe at the ready. When Thor got snagged, he started roaring and snarling as he became more irritable. Othel could already see the cuffs moving around on his wrists. She didn't have much time. "Unlock door."

Othel went in and hurriedly stuck Thor in the hip. He lunged as best he could, clacking his teeth and struggling to break free and get her. He was smart too. He nearly had one of his hands out already by shifting his wrists. Swearing, she wheeled herself to a sharps container and put it away. As she removed her glove, she sensed something watching her.

Thor was just standing there, frozen, transfixed on her...and loose. She could see his erection jutting from between his hip bones under the hospital gown. Oh fuck. He was supposed to skip that part. His hair hung down to the hard planes of his shoulder blade, like a blond Tarzan with roid rage. Othel realized she wasn't breathing and gasped. He stiffened, and their eyes locked onto each other with eerie intensity.

"T-Thor?"

That seemed to break the stillness. Thor snarled and hurled himself at her. Othel braced herself when he grabbed her. Her wheelchair fell over, and Othel spilled out with a cry of pain. He dragged her away and onto her back and knelt over her. Shit, shit, shit! She reached up to shove him, but he growled at her. His massive hands bunched her tshirt and jeans before ripping it all off like a wet bandage. Thank God he ignored her cast on her leg.

"Initiate emergency action!"

"Please give your code."

"Oh fuck it. 50890993165. Ahhhhhh!"

"I'm sorry, please repeat."

Thor's mouth felt like hot wet fire when he bit into her shoulder. She could feel his teeth sinking into her like she was made of nothing but playdoh. Blood started oozing down onto the floor and onto her chest. She tried to push Thor off of her with renewed vigor.

"Thor...fuck, Thor! Come on, just one moment of clarity. Come on!"

Tears welled up in her eyes as he moved to bite her leg. Then he seemed to change his approach entirely. He started humping her legs until he was in between them, and then he was in her. He was inoculating her in a completely hot, fucked up way. This wasn't how she wanted their first time to be with him. She was ashamed that she still found it so damn hot thoughPart of her wanted to panic and struggle, but the scientist in her wouldn't let that happen. The scientist in her reminded her coolly that she trusted her data. Virus patients never bit to kill, just to infect. Once infected, they generally left the victim alone. Strangely enough it was also the scientist in her that was intrigued by him.

Her breath hissed through her teeth raggedly. He never seemed more huge than now while he was over her. She gasped for breath, and whimpered into her bitten lip. She quivered, panting, and tried her best to push back against him.

What a way to have first time sex. Jane was probably up in Heaven laughing her ass off at the irony. His hands pushed down on her hips, holding her still. She couldn't struggle, for fear of harming either of them. She couldn't get away, as he was too strong. She could do nothing but lie there, spitted on his enormous erection, and submit. She felt invaded, violated...possessed. His hips slammed against her, and at the same time he leaned forward and licked her wounds with his already bloody mouth. She heard him snarl and he bit on her other shoulder, her body jolted by his intense pounding. Her head was spinning. His rhythm faltered, and he roared when he emptied himself in her. She sobbed when he slipped slowly out of her, because she knew he didn't mean to do this. This wasn't Thor. She turned away as best she could, and she went to pieces.

Oddly enough, he curled up beside her and started to cuddle and lick the blood from her wounds. Othel felt wrung out, drained, more naked than she'd ever been before. However, having Thor there with her actually seemed to comfort her. Was she sick because of that? Maybe.