Othel groaned as she slowly woke up. What time was it? Why did her bed feel so fucking hard? And why was she so hot? It felt like she was in a sauna. She needed to get to work on that parasite cure before it got much later in the day. Maybe she could make some pancakes, wait...oh yeah. Thor kinda inoculated her with the parasite last night. That sucked ass. So...did that mean she was still on the cell floor with Thor? Wait, where was gargantuan anyway?

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

Othel grunted and moved away from the nose skimming up against her face. Guess that answered that question then. Apparently Thor was like an oversized puppy now that he slept with her and bit her. He didn't even buy her dinner.. As if her life wasn't bad enough.

Sniff, sniff, sniff. Whine.

Thor nuzzled and sniffled and nudged against her head. Well what the fuck did he want?! A belly rub? A scratch behind the ears? Why wouldn't he leave her the fuck alone?! She felt like she had a...a hangover. Oh damn. Othel was infected. He took the strap of her blood soaked bra in his teeth and started pulling, frantically letting out little grunts.

"Alright! Alright! Stop, goddamn it! I'm up, ya happy now?! Geez, is it too much to ask for a little extra sleep?!"

Thor was hovering over her with eyes full of concern...at least, what she thought was concern. Maybe he just wanted to fuck again. He cocked his head to the side. It was interesting watching those big blue eyes observing her. Apparently after inoculation of a victim, patients were no longer hostile to them. It didn't do her much good though to be on the floor with this information. Othel tried to reach for her wheelchair, but she felt utterly drained. Useless. Thor crawled over to lick the tips of her fingers before biting on them.

"Ow! Stop that, damn it!" she snarled, eyeing him. She softened up though. He was absolutely gorgeous when naked. That ass had to be illegal. And all those muscles! She wanted to lick those with chocolate and caramel syrup.

Then Thor was suddenly lowering himself down onto her, his head on her belly. He draped a warm, thick arm around her thighs, as if trying to keep her still. It's not like she could run anywhere anyway; her legs didn't work. Shit. She needed to get out of there.

"AI, call Director Nick Fury."

"Now calling Director Nicholas Fury."

"Fury," the director said.

"I need help. Thor…he's got me hostage sorta. I'll need blood tests, a pelvic exam, and a sterilization bath. You're gonna need a few people too."

"What happened?"

"You don't wanna know."

"I'm sending a crew down now. We'll keep this quiet."

Phil and his team ran in the room guns a-blazin' only five minutes later. They seemed shocked that she was partially naked, so she assumed Fury didn't tell them everything she had relayed. Phil immediately dashed to the key pad on the cell, and that's when the shit hit the fan. Thor automatically became a big ball of eternal rage, wrath, and fury.

"You distract him. I'll drag myself out."

Phil nodded and started tapping the glass like a kid would in front of an aquarium. Thor seemed to be angrier than usual as he rammed himself into the glass. Othel took her chance and started dragging herself towards the door. As soon as it opened, someone grabbed her under the arms and pulled her out as the doors were shutting. A robe was draped over her as she relaxed.

Thor heard the swish and realized Othel was no longer in the cell with him. He started fighting, and then he started whining like a giant dog. Eventually he just paced the room. Now Othel could relax a little bit.

I made Thor more dog/feral with the virus because the survival instincts are usually to eat, find a "nest" and reproduce. If you disagree, that's fine. I obviously don't care. ;P