Prisoner
Alyse groaned as she was slowly dragged back to consciousness. Her eyes stayed closed, not having the will to open them just yet.
Instead she focused on what she could feel. She lay on her back on something so soft it made her want to just pass out in bliss, her arms loosely stretched over her head. A contented smile washed over her lips.
Had it been a dream? Had the prince Thor really come into the library and fucked her senseless? Surely such fortune couldn't be hers... but there was a pleasurable ache, a heaviness in her used muscles that told her otherwise. Her heart dropped into her stomach as the thoughts ran though her head; his powerful hands, his deep, rumbling voice, and - oh! - the way he filled her! Her stomach did happy summersaults, and her thighs pressed together at the wonderful memories.
Oh wow... well, she could understand why girls fought over him now! Her body lifted off the soft surface she lay on, torso arching as she stretched out her middle. Her womanly figure felt well-tended to.
She didn't know where she was but she was pretty sure she wasn't in the library anymore, not caring at all as she stretched out her arms above her head. Her legs curled delicately and drew up to her body. She moved to wrap her freshly stretched arms around her knees, to hug herself in a comfortable warm ball... but something tugged at her wrists.
Her eyes snapped open; only then did she feel the thin strong material of the leather straps around her wrists.
"What the..." Her head jerked in alarm, glancing up above her, seeing the headboard loom. She trailed her eyes lower down the structure - until she found her wrists, bound together crossed, tied to the headboard by thin leather straps that she had no hope in Hell of escaping from.
She tried to ignore the way her heart pounded just a little bit harder, the way her thighs pressed together just that little bit firmer. Her eyes started to take in her surroundings.
The room was dim but not dark, candles and slits of light she couldn't identify the source of illuminating the glow. She lay in a bed, grand and extravagant, the frame massive, the mattress... oh, there was nothing more comfortable in all of Asgard, Alyse was sure! There was a door to her left, and a door facing the foot of the bed - neither of which she could get to as long as her wrists tied her down.
Then she became aware of her nakedness. Her lips ghosted open in alarm as the light chill ran over her unclothed body, and she stared over her form as if it belonged to another.
What the... what had happened to her? Had something happened that she didn't remember? The last thing she remembered was being fucked by Thor, that ground shattering orgasm he'd given her... her head span just thinking about it.
"You're awake."
Her eyes snapped to the far door in alarm; she hadn't heard it open. The deep, rumbling voice stop her heart for a second.
There was no mistaking the bright blue eyes that gleamed across the candle lit room though, as his hulking figure slipped inside, closing the door silently behind him. That feral grin gleamed with a lustful promise, and Alyse felt heat pool between her legs. Oh gods, she thought with a stilling heart, recognizing the powerful frame, the wicked glint in those crystal blue eyes as he strode closer to the bed...
Her lips parted, half in wonder, half in question as the thunder god reached the bed. Gods, he was incredible. Even in just his dark tunic and trousers he looked breath-taking, no mistaking the powerful biceps and muscles beneath the fabric.
Her teeth found her lip as she let her eyes wonder.
The God of Thunder strode up beside her, placing his hands firmly down on the side of the bed as he leaned over. His mouth pushed her teeth away.
Alyse groaned, lifting her body to try and kiss him firmer. A part of her was wary; she was a servant. Being too bold with the prince may not end well in her favour. On the other hand... he had fucked her already. In the end it didn't matter, Thor moving clean away at her impatience.
The grin on his face blossomed as Alyse whined. His hand moved to cup her cheek and she leaned into the touch, his thumb stroking over her recently bitten lip. He couldn't resist - he needed to touch some part of her.
"Don't do that." he growled from his chest, watching the way Alyse's eyes fluttered shut at the minute contact he allowed. "Marking you is my job."
Her eyes snapped open at that.
Thor felt his trousers tighten noticably at the dark lust swirling in her molten brown orbs, a sea of needy chocolate brown. Her lips were parted oh-so temptingly.
Her wrists gave a light tug above her.
Thor's lips curved with satisfaction. His hand tightened, thumb moving from her lip to secure her jaw as he leaned further over her again, loving the way she squirmed - although, not in an altogether upset way. He leaned down until his lips were milimeters from hers, feeling her shuddering breath on his mouth. "You're mine." he breathed, trying to cling to his thoughts as the sweetness of her breath touched his tongue. "I want you... and so, I'll have you."
Alyse couldn't ignore the way her stomach flipped eagerly at his words, that smirk of his, that light in his eyes... "You're holding me captive?" Her voice was suprisingly strong for one tied down to a bed, talking to the prince of Asgard as if he were her equal!
Thor didn't answer immediately. His tongue flicked out of his mouth, running slowly and mind blowingly seductively over his bottom lip. Alyse watched it's progress avidly.
A low, possessive rumble that sent a current through Alyse's body left Thor's lips as his tongue finished his trail, and his fingers twitched on her face. Her eyes glittered up at her prince alluringly. That single growl said it all; and she was so not complaining!
"Why me?" She sighed breathlessly.
Seriously... why her? The fact he'd screwed her meant nothing. She struggled to think of a single female servant she knew that hadn't slept with the prince at some point or another.
And yet she'd been singled out. The thought that the wondrous Thor deemed her special enough (as odd as it sounded) to be wanted a second time... she wasn't the prettiest girl. Other servants had more alluring figures. Her personality didn't throw her to the front line of attention either! So why her? The prince had remembered her, and he'd wanted her. That knowledge made her heart flutter.
"You interest me." Thor answered simply, letting his fingers melt from her jaw to her neck. They flowed down the line of her throat delicately, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. "For all the fair maidens I have seen in my time, none have quite so lingered in my mind as you. You made quite the impression, Miss Alyse."
His eyes glittered alluringly and Alyse swore she forgot to breath as his fingertips trailed down between her collar bones.
He... the Prince Thor remembered her name, she thought with an amazed, awed breath in her head. How many girls would kill her for that mere privilege alone? But for being tied in his bed, naked, his eyes and fingers roaming over her body appreciatively... oh, the maids would be suicidal with envy.
Alyse sucked her stomach in as Thor's finger slowed, carving a tantalizing path between her breasts, a low growl of approval in his throat. The space between her thighs twitched at it.
"Yes..." he murmured more to himself than to her, but one Alyse was drawn to regardless at his seductive low tone. "I shall enjoy my time with you."
She let her eyes wonder from his exploring orbs, scouring generously over her figure as his fingers carved an enticing path over her body; she found below his belt line shamelessly. The bulge that greeted her made her heart flutter with anticipation, her lips ghosting apart as her breathing stilled.
It hitched back to life as Thor's fingers suddenly roamed below her hip bones, to the space between her legs.
The god smirked wickedly as he watched Alyse's body arch at the contact, his fingers pressing, rubbing against her clit, fingertips brushing over her wetness. She groaned in an intoxicating mixture of lust and frustration as her wrists tugged against her bonds.
"So wanton..." Thor murmured, watching her with interest as she writhed. He let his touch slide lower to the opening of her slit.
Alyse's teeth crashed down on her lip as she tried to compose herself against the onslaught of pleasure. "Oh," she gasped, eyes glazed with lust. "Oh gods."
Her thighs clamped together around Thor's hand as if that would hold him in place, keep his digits rubbing against her sex. Her hips ground against her captor's fingertips needily. Her back arched and she longed to reach for him, to grab his wrist and just plunge his digits into her core... but she was his to tease, her wrists tied back helplessly to the headboard.
Thor watched on feeling his groin fill his trousers uncomfortably. His finger stroked inside her, brushing the very edges of her core. His smirk widened as he felt her slickness.
The breath rasped from his lungs as desire took hold, eyes darkening a shade. Teasing only brought so much relief. His fingers curled of their own accord inside Alyse and she did nothing for his control when her mouth fell open and a feminine whine slipped her lips. Thor's chest rumbled.
He was easing closer before he realised it. Alyse only had the time to gasp before Thor stole her breath away again, his lips sealing with hers urgently. His fingers left her nether regions and laced boldly through her hair, the strands clinging to the stickness that coated his digits. His tongue forced it's way into her mouth. Her lips working fervently to keep up as Thor kissed her hard and fast, his hand in her hair giving her the dominance she so craved.
And it made Thor only want her more.
His knees pitched him forward between her legs, grinding the front of his trousers into her wet, hot core. She met him wih equal vigour. His body braced on his elbow of the hand in her hair, while his other hand wound round to her back, lifting her more firmly to him.
The hem of his tunic lifted and the heat of his body grazed over Alyse's, her soft skin touching tantilizingly with his. Alyse moaned into his mouth, arching her back as much as physics would allow.
Thor's hand abandoned her waist to tear at his trousers, growling impatiently against Alyse's lips. She whined at the miliseconds of broken contact, but the strains on her wrists pinned her down. Her eyes were hooded, fluttered in bliss but needing to see him as he eased up, needing more space to free himself of his confines. "My prince." she breathed huskily.
Her body lifted instinctively as Thor straightened up completely, forcing his trousers clear down his hips. His hot need sprung forth eagerly. He couldn't deny, as his eyes fell back upon his prisoner, he did indeed love this power.
A deep growl swelled from his chest as he took in Alyse's flawless form beneath him, hungry eyes drinking in her body; her legs were parted wide by his knees, her breasts heaving on her chest with her heated breaths, her arms tied high over her head, leaving her completely helpless, defenseless to his primal, animalistic desires.
He swore his cock grew even more, head drunk with power. His hands dropped himself low again, his lips grazing hers softly. The corners of his mouth pricked when Alyse found with her ties to reach more of him.
Thor pulled back, and enjoyed watching Alyse struggle. Her teeth met in a quiet snarl at being denied what she wanted, upper body still lifting for contact.
The prince felt so cruel as a dark laugh left him. Oh, he enjoyed his. He enjoyed this a lot.
His grin was stretched wide with mischief as his pushed his hips forward - the weeping head of his cock nudged Alyse's slit. Her struggles stopped in an instant, her body and head arching back, her mouth opening in a heated sigh... Thor eased even further forward.
The head of his cock parted her lips, and he had no doubt Alyse's hands would reach for his if they had such freedom. Her fingers stretched and twitched by the headboard. The wicked smirk never once left his face as he watched Alyse unwind beneath him.
Her perfect chest rose and fell heavily as her body sung with heartbreaking pleasure. Her hips were the only thing free to reach for him, almost all contact with the prince's godly body severed. Oh, what she would give to just press her lips the muscles of his chest! Every part of his torso was chiselled to perfection - and it was so evil for him to deny her the chance to examine it in detail by derailing her thoughts like this.
Her neck ached from her head being thrown back so far, but Alyse didn't have the will to pull it back as her prince painfully slowly pushed himself into her, filling her deliciously.
She was so dominanted, so commanded ... she didn't understand why she loved it so much. There was no reason; she just needed to be controlled.
And control her Thor did; she was completely at his mercy as he slid home with painstaking accuracy, taking his sweet time in doing so. His grin curbed his quickening breaths - this was intense for him too.
Her quim gripped him tight, feeling his heartbeat race with each advancing inch. But, oh, it was so hot! The god pushed the final barriers, fully seating himself inside the librarian with sigh.
Then his will snapped.
His hips bucked hard into Alyse's as he dropped down onto his hands again, lips stealing her lustful cries. He kissed them into his memory eagerly.
Her skin was scorching against his, body to body, chest to chest at last. Their heartbeats just melted. The prince regretted nothing of his stealing the maiden as he pulled his hips back slowly - then rammed them back into her body hard.
Her whimper was just delicious. He couldn't hold off the grin as he fucked her slow and deep, hitting amazing depths within her that made his loins swirl with burning lust. This was most definitely something he could get used to. One hand held his full weight from crushing the woman beneath him, but he couldn't resist the other one going on a little journey.
"You're mine." he growled possessively against her as her lips were overcome with moans and whimpers. His hand ran up her smooth side,brushing over the tips of her breasts before he worked up her arms, till he found her captured wrists. Her restrained fingers grappled for his.
The sighs that left her body as Thor fucked her to oblivion were almost incoherent. Almost: "Yes." she breathed, her eyes closed against the bright, dazzling sparks of pleasure every deep thrust spurred within her. "Oh gods, yes..."
Thor gave her a particular accute thrust, grunting with exertion as he hit the back of her walls. He was starting to lose it, his rapid breathing spinning out of control.
His lips moved to her neck, gasping into the delicious skin, all his for the taking... "You're my prisoner, Alyse." he breathed, teeth nipping at her skin enticingly earning a lustful mewl from the woman that made Thor's gut clench. His fingers gripped hers harder. "And I'll do anything," His teeth nippped, "And everything," And again. "That I want to you."
Alyse could only whimper through her heaving breaths, and Thor felt her insides grip him harder, her hips pushing even firmer against him to pull him in deeper. He shifted his weight onto his elbow, freeing his arm to wind around Alyse's waist and pull her flush with him.
His lips stayed at her throat, groaning as he forced himself inside her, feeling his release quicken. He was so close... they both were...
His teeth bared as his pommelled into her, knowing that it was a matter of seconds before he lost himself to passion. Alyse as already on the brink and the god felt her inner muscles spasm, her gasping stealing the sound from her lungs.
Her release gripped him tighter and the god squeezed Alyse's body to him in a crushing hold. Every part of her opened welcomingly to his touch.
Then Thor snapped and a strangled groan left him; his moan of ecstasy was swallowed by Alyse's throat as he shot his seed into her wanting body. His hips ground into her, prolonging his pleasure and hers as she clung to the fringes of her lingering orgasm.
They were both breathless, but it didn't stop Thor. He pressed a tender kiss to her throat where his teeth had nipped earlier, sealing a promise with their union as their cream mixed within Alyse's body: "And there's nothing you can do to stop me."