Male: Thor

Series: Record of Ragnarok

Bright blue eyes fluttered shut momentarily, blocking out the large arena displayed beyond the thick pane of glass. The sound of the crowd cheering and jeering sounded muffled in the private viewing room reserved for those participating in the events.

Well, the godly ones.

Opening them slowly a small sigh escaped pink plump lips, lithe fingers tucking raven locks behind a rounded human ear. Smiling the small female turned to face the male who entered the room, his footsteps nearly inaudible. "Ah, Thor-sama." He flicked his yellow eyes to gaze at her as he placed his now slumbering weapon on the floor, cracks appearing in the ground under it.

He said nothing as he sat upon the large throne-like chair, the cool stone making his heated skin shiver lightly. Smiling, she moved to the golden basin already filled with water and moved to stand before him, dabbing a cloth in the water as she began to clean the cut on his chest.

Already it was healed, nothing but the dried blood left behind showing that it had even been there. She shivered as she felt the heat radiating off his much larger body, to anyone else he would appear bored but she was not just anyone else.

She was his miko.

Bound to him in every sense of the word.

So as she cleaned his flesh she could feel his heated blood churn, blood lust shifting into something more carnal. She smiled as his large hands settled on her hips, pulling her closer, one hand sliding to cup her firm backside. His other hand tugging at the top of her miko garb exposing her large breasts bound by bandages.

"Kagome." Her name fell from his lips in a low whisper and she smiled as she sat the bowl of bloody water down on the nearby table, biting her lip as he pulled her into his lap. His cock was already hard, thick and searing as it poked into her thighs, she wasn't surprised. Not after that battle, the God had truly found a worthy opponent in Lu Bu. He was truly at his happiest when fighting and to see such a breathtaking smile on his lips during his bout had made her heart flutter.

She gasped as he buried his face in the valley between her breasts, his teeth taking hold of the bandages and tugging at them, they tore under the pressure. Revealing pale white skin and deep caramel nipples, already hardening as he dragged his hot wet tongue over the left one. Sucking it into his mouth he grinned as she tangled her hands in his blood red hair. Her nails scraping along his scalp sending shivers down his spine.

She could only moan as his other hand began to rub at her hot wet core through her miko hakama. "Ah!" He smirked at her pants and moans, letting her nipple slip from between his lips. He caught her right nipple with his teeth tugging at it roughly.

He could feel her grow wetter through her hakama at the rough treatment, his other hand grabbing hold of her raven hair at the nape of her neck and tugging on it making her arch her head backwards. Releasing her abused nipple he trailed open mouth kisses along her neck, his teeth nibbling and dragging over her pale skin leaving behind angry red welts.

To think such a revered lady of her standing could make such lewd sounds... It stoked the already burning fires in his cock. He flared his aura, a show of arrogance and pride. Not only had he won the first match of this silly tournament but he was part taking in his post battle ritual not at all caring who knew.

Kagome, the shikon miko.

By all rights and pretenses she should have been pledged to a Japanese god but he had swooped in and stolen her right from under them. It had caused a bloody battle that had only been quelled when Zeus stepped in to let her make her own choice.

She had chosen him and he would not let anyone forget it.

Giving a low chuckle he pulled away from her neck, his tongue licking his lips savoring the taste of her blood. He hadn't meant to draw it but it would seem he was still so very wound up from his last battle and it only served to make his small miko whine for more.

He moved his hands to her full hips stilling them in their rocking motion, "Strip." The word was growled out between bloodied lips and it was with a small smirk he watched her stand and shed what was left of her clothes and breast bindings. She stood before him naked as the day she had been born, her skin littered with scars, proof of her battles and strength.

His golden iris's glowed, his black sclera making them appear as searing golden pools that she could fall into. She could feel her wetness drip down her thighs, his hard cock standing at full mast, parting the cloth of his long tunic. The tip of it was already glistening with pre cum and it made her mouth water. Falling to her knees between his parted ones she reached out her small calloused hands and grasped his large shaft.

Leaning down she took in his manly smell, his musk making her drunk as she dragged her tongue along the slit of his cock tasting his salty pre cum. "Mmmm." She moaned as she took the tip of him into her hot wet mouth, her jaw aching as she opened it as much as she could to take in his thick girth.

Thor could only hiss, one hand tangling in her raven locks as he began to bob her head up and down his large length. There was no way all of it would fit in her mouth and down her throat, she was far too small. She barely came up to his mid chest when they stood side by side. In fact everything about her was petite, besides the size of her beasts and the swell of her hips. Even so it didn't stop her from trying, choking down as much as his length as she could, her saliva dribbling down to coat what she couldn't fit in her mouth. Dripping down his balls to land on the ground between them.

The sound of her sucking on his cock made him shiver, his other hand guiding her small hands up and down the lower half of his shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth. He was careful not to grip her small hands too harshly, his gauntlets had been discarded in his battle and he was loath to hurt her.

He knew she could handle a lot, what with being bound to him she no longer possessed a weak human body, yet she was not a god. She was something in between and he was loath to push her to her breaking point. Of course she would heal but he was loath to cause her pain unless it was paired with pleasure.

Kagome moaned around his cock, her saliva dripping down to coat their hands as she worked what she couldn't fit in her mouth with her hands. One reaching down to cup his balls and squeeze them lightly. She was rewarded with a low hiss, the hand in her locks tugging on her hair making her scalp ache and her core throb with need.

She gave his balls a harder squeeze, nearly gagging as he pushed her head lower on his cock as if in scolding. He was adamant that she never waste a drop of his godly essence and they both knew from past experiences that should he cum in her mouth she would be hard pressed to swallow it all without choking.

"Enough, come." His voice was low and level not at all betraying the way his heart was hammering in his chest. Yet she could hear the want and need hidden in his passive words. She knew him in ways no other ever would, so as she hallowed out her cheeks in one last harsh suck she let him pop from her mouth with an obscene sound, climbing up into his lap, his wet pulsing cock throbbing between her thighs as she raised herself up on her knees.

Thor could only grin sadistically as he took hold of himself and smacked the underside of his cock against her slick lower lips, loving the way moaned out his name in a breathy sigh. Part of him wanted to make her beg for it, the other part wanted to just spear her on his length, to fill her wholly with his cock and brand her insides with his seed.

Deciding to go with the latter, he gripped her slim waist and with a harsh thrust pulled her down, impaling her all the way to his balls. The small pained shriek that left her lips tapped off into a low pleasured moan as she spasmed around him, cumming from his insertion alone. He gave her no time to recover, instead he began to pound into her, her body jerking as she came again around him.

Kagome could barely breathe, it felt like he was filling her very being. She bowed over, her face resting on his chest as he lifted her up and down his length. The sound of his heartbeat jacking hammering in her ear making her own heart speed up. She pressed sloppy open mouth kisses to every inch of flesh that was within reach of her hot wet mouth. Her tongue trailing along the golden lines that decorated his skin. Wrapping her arms around his lithe waist she dug her fingernails into his back making him groan and pull her harder down on his length.

She could barely breathe, her body was so very hot as he used her to chase his own release. The scent and sound of sex echoed in the private viewing room and she had no doubt the other gods knew what was happening in the room and neither of them cared.

"Ah, T-Thor-sama!" She whimpered as she leaned back, the arch of her spine making a perfect bow as he supported her back, his gaze watching as her breasts bounced with each harsh thrust, the red marks made by his own lips and teeth making his balls twitch.

He knew his release was near, his blood churning in his veins like lava, while it was not the same heat of the battle he lived for but it was damn near close and it made him grunt as he jerked her forward, her breasts pressing into the hard planes of his chest as he crushed her to him. Encasing her in his embrace as he emptied load after hot load of his seed into her greedy little body.

She gave a low sob as she came again, her body flooding with the sheer power that shot into her from his seed alone. His very essence flooding her as her aura absorbed what his own had to give. If the other gods didn't know what was going on before they sure knew now, the air around them was charged as their very auras blended together with their pleasure, bringing them closer then just simple fucking.

In that moment they were not two separate beings but one unified being. It was near impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. Shuddering Kagome slumped into his chest, pressing slow loving kisses to the planes of his chest. He merely relaxed into his chair, tucking her closer into him, he tugged the lapels of his toga open and tucked them around her shielding her from prying eyes.

Placing his hand on her still shuddering back he rubbed it softly. "Rest." She merely gave a small sleepy grunt, her body trying to process the godly essence he had just deposited into her being. Tearing his gaze from the sweaty crown of her head he turned it towards the large arena on the other side of the glass, watching the next match of this silly tournament with an aloofness that did not match the intimate tone of the way his miko was gathered in his arms.