Bathe With Me

"I never want this to end." the prince breathed, still sheathed inside Alyse's body, draped over his. His lips grazed over the crown of her blonde head. "This is far more enjoyable than princely duties." He growled quietly. It had been a long day.

Alyse didn't have the breath to respond. Even her mind was sluggish. She just wanted to fall asleep now in the god's warm arms, letting her dreams take her far away. She was so exhausted, her body feeling so well used. Gods, he was such a magnificent lover!

The god stayed still, holding her warm, soft body gently. He always felt relaxed afterwards. Satisfied. Happy. A soft smile played on his lips as held Alyse.

The glow was making him sappy, he told himself. The post-sex glow. He hummed softly and let the bliss consume him, enjoying the feeling of her warm body draped loosely over his.

This was a part of sex he was new to - the embracing afterwards. Before the only reason Thor would keep a woman in his bed after they coupled was if he wanted another round. With Alyse though, no matter how many times he used her, her tethers ensured they slept in the same bed, their warm, naked bodies pressed against each other... he fell asleep with her beside him, woke up with her in his arms. It was something he was beginning to like, to enjoy.

It was comforting, feeling her slow heartbeat against his when he woke in the morning, feeling her weight leaning against him. He enjoyed her womanly presence. More often than not he woke with her draped over his chest, his arm around her waist, in a gentle intertwining embrace as if they were truly lovers.

His manhood slipped out of her and he flexed his arms around her, drawing her closer. Her untethered hand slid down onto his chest.

Only then did he realise he was still wearing his clothes and armour.

Sighing, his fingers started to roam lazily over the metal plates on his chest, unhinging what he could before he'd be forced to move to remove it. He wanted to stay where he was. His fingers brushed Alyse's and he smiled when she didn't pull away. Glancing down though, she still looked exhausted.

The smile lingered on his face as he slowly shifted, slipping Alyse beside him onto the mattress as he sat up. The armour was soon gone, and he made short work of his shirt, trosuers and boots.

Some nights he was just too desperate. Sometimes the only delay Thor could bear before he plunged into Alyse was just to tear the front of his trousers down. Anything more than that took too long.

It had been a long, hard day. One Thor had loathed with every inch of his being for every moment of it. But she'd made it better. She always did. Seeing her lying on the bed, the collar around her neck clear to see...it hadn't taken him long to be burning the days frustration out in agressive thrusts between her thighs. That made it better. She did.

His dark thoughts had been replaced with enticing sensations, feeling her fingers tug in his hair, her thighs grip his hips, her hot breath on his cheek and her groan as she came...she was intoxicating, driving everything else from him but her.

His skin was warm as he settled back down, and he felt Alyse release a shaky breath as he moved her back onto his now bare chest. His smile returned.

"Have I worn you out, little one?" he chuckled, the hand that had been resting on her upper arm travelling up to the collar around her neck. His thumb stroked the soft material appeciatively.

Alyse's hand flexed, flattening over the pectoral muscle of Thor's chest it lay on. "I'm not little." she grumbled quietly into his skin. "And yes. Lying on a bed all day does not do wonders for one's stamina." she drawled sarcastically, cheek nuzzling the god's strong shoulder.

Thor's smile widened.

He'd been afraid she wouldn't speak to him. So many of the women of the palace wouldn't speak to him, at least other than to answer him his questions or curse in ecstasy.

He liked that Alyse was different. And deprived of clothes and ... well, everything, talking to her was the only way he could really experience her spirited personality outside of lovemaking. And he loved her personality. It was amusing. Refreshing. She made him feel carefree, relaxed.

Even that day she'd escaped the bed and disgraced his sheets, she'd been bright and eager when she'd swung round the bathroom door. Unafraid, unintimidated. She'd been happy. It had been beautiful.

"Found any more of my concealed weapons in my absence?" he asked with a grin, feeling her thigh start to creep up his.

Her fingers on his chest started to massage his skin. Her energy was coming back. "There are more?"

"Many. One never knows when danger will present itself."

Thor let his hand roam to Alyse's waist, feeling hers continue to caress the skin of his chest and shoulder. Abruptly, he pulled her over him.

The breath gasped from her as she lay flush over the prince, Thor's hand on the small of her back holding her in place. Her arms were either side of his head, encasing him in this entrancing woman. Her blonde hair fell around them in edgy, scruffed waves, her pink, kiss swollen lips parted to admit her shaky breaths.

The prince was beneath her. She was on top. As if she were the one in control.

Thor grinned at the astonishment on her face. Almost... almost afraid.

His hand rose to caress her cheek. "Why do you crave dominance?" he murmured curiously, more to himself than to her. Seeing her flipped, no longer beneath him in submission... he could see the blatant anxiety in her eyes at the change of roles. Knew she was much more comfortable being controlled.

His fingers ran over to her hair, and he ran them through the pale blue streak there. Alyse noticed and grimaced. "I don't like it anymore." she wrinkled her nose, distracting her from her disomfort momentarily.

The moment her eyes fell back on the prince beneath her though, it came back.

Thor noticed.

She really was a fascinating creature...

He reached back to the headboard and his fingers trailed around until they found the leather tie that bound Alyse to it. He tore it effortlessly.

Alyse watched with doe eyes as she was freed. She didn't move. She didn't dare to. Her eyes shifted back to the prince, his gaze never once leaving her face as his fingers worked. Gods, she was beautiful, he could't help but think as she turned to him. The lost look in her eyes... looking to him for guidance.

His arm trailed around her waist and held her flush with him as he sat upright. Her lips stole the air from his in a gasp, just millimeters apart.

A smile curved Thor's lips, his hands running enticingly up her back. "Then let us go and wash it out, shall we."

Her knees were either side of his hips, her sitting on his growing erection with a moistening core. His hands lifted her hips, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he swung his own off the side of the bed and stood. Her arms secured around his neck as he supported her effortlessly, both stood there naked against the other.

Alyse's breath left her shakily.

Thor grinned as he padded smoothly across the room to the bathroom, Alyse in his arms. The difference in the air between the two rooms was obvious. The bedroom had been warm, the atmosphere heated by the intimate activities of its occupants. The bathroom was chilled in comparison.

The door just inside the bathroom housed the lavratory, sink and mirror seperate, leaving just the walk in bath to dominate the magnificent room, constantly lit candles lining the walls in a calming, glowing aura.

Thor was forced to put her down, lingering his hand on her waist until he was certain her legs would support her. She stood, trembling slightly with chills as he turned and tended to the taps.

Soon, hot water was filling the bath, stream rising to warm the air. Alyse leaned back against the wall as the heat kissed her skin, giving her a different type of shiver all together. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned her head back against the wall, arms wrapping around her warming body. Her palms ran over her stomach chest and collar bone, the sensations enticing her all over again. Gods, it was bliss.

And it only got better when thick, warm godly hands joined hers in their exploring. They smoothed around her back and waist, easing her hips forward. His moved to meet hers.

Alyse gasped into his ear as his hard erection pressed against her core, already zinging and damp with excitement. Thor's breath was ragged over her shoulder.

He pulled back and lost himself in her beautiful brown eyes, soft and waiting for him to make the move for her to rise to. He did so with relish: his lips dipped forward and claimed hers in a gentle kiss.

Then his passion got the better of him.

His arms crushed her body to his and the thundering of the water filling the bath behind matched the roar of lust within them. Alyse's lips were hot on his, responding in earnest to every hard, longing stroke of Thor's, kissing her with a passion that took her breath away. Her hands rose to his hair as her tongue ventured to find his.

Thor's hands found her hips and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her to the wall. Their tongues battled for heated dominance. This was a submission Alyse was not going to accept.

Thor's hips ground against Alyse's of their own accord as she stirred his passions all over again, tempting him...her groan parted them for a second and Thor remembered himself. He was breathing hard. It wasn't the only thing about him that was hard...

He pulled her away from the wall and turned Alyse with him, embracing the gasping breath she rasped over his lips from their kiss. Thor walked slowly down the steps that led into the bath, not wanting to disturb the way his and Alyse's bodies fitted together so perfectly. She hissed as Thor walked in waist deep and the hot water touched the skin of her behind.

Thor grinned as her arms tightened around him. He waded forward across the bath, releasing her for a moment for one of his hands to turn off the taps of the bath. He crossed the bath to the submerged bench on the other end.

He turned and sat, reforming their position from in the bedroom: her thighs spread over his, his impressive manhood pressing against her core.

Alyse's hand lifted to his cheek, gasping at the intimacy as he eased her body flush with his. His heart raced with hers.

"You are a beautiful woman." he murmured appreciatively against her lips, his hand moving from her hips to trail a wet path up her waist, to her arms, shoulder, then down to her breasts. He cupped it firmly in his palm. "Most beautiful indeed."

Alyse's hands found Thor's shoulders for support as a breathless sigh left her, his strong hand kneading her breast. Ripples of pleasure ran through her at the contact.

She should reply, she thought in her head. Then his thumb and forefinger found her nipple and all sensible thought was lost from her as he pinched.

"Ah!" she moaned, hips moving on his instinctively. The friction of his hard erection rubbing at the entrance to her wetness was simply intoxicating. Her hand moved up to grip his hair, to anchor herself to some part of reality.

Thor grinned, his eyes meeting hers, both swirling with lust. Her hand left his shoulder to brush her fingers over the metal hammer charm of her collar around her throat. "The collar." she breathed.

It was all she had to say before Thor reached to the back of her neck and unclasped it effortlessly. It would get wet, he realised. Lust had blined his common sense. Still, he was glad she had reminded him as his eyes roamed over her bare throat, so much more enticing than he remembered after being hidden. He slapped the collar down at the side of the bathrub, eager to turn back to the woman sitting on his erection.

Freed, she was a divine sight when he turned back to her: her back was arched, chest pressing into Thor's palm. He grinned; gods, this woman was a vixen! His other arm laced around her waist to hold her flush with him, to limit the enticing movement of her hips. It was shredding his self control. His cock was already straining to be inside her, the tempting creature she was.

Her forehead fell forward and touched with his in a blissful sigh as his hand left her breast and moved to the water instead. Filling his cupped, palm he lifted it, and poured the hot water over her hair in a gentle trickle. Palm empty, he stroked his fingers through the damp strands working the water through her locks. Then he repeated the process all over again.

It wasn't long before all of Alyse's blonde hair was hanging wet and damp around her face, crinkling slightly. Her eyes were nearly feral with lust as she watched him tend to her.

He reached for the soap next and lathered it up in his fingers.

"It is not often I bathe with a maiden." he remarked musingly as his soapy fingers delved into her hair, massaging her scalp.

Alyse's eyebrow arched sassily. "It is not often I bathe with a man."

Thor grinned at her spirit. "Is that so? I think I could get rather attached to this." He tried to ignore the small pangs of jealousy that sparked through him. The idea that someone had touched what was his..."Who was it that stole your maidenhood?" he asked casually.

A dazzling smile flashed on her lips. "The stable hand for your majesty's horse. I don't even know his name."

Thor was suprised at that. Or more the calm, teasing spark that stayed in her eye. Weren't women meant to be sensitive to that sort of thing? "That saddens you?" It had to, he thought, recalling all the women he'd encountered and their emotions.

Alyse shook her head, shaking her head free of Thor's soap lathered fingers for a moment. They were back in her locks soon.

She moved her arms to rest over Thor's shoulders, her hands linking loosely behind his neck. "I don't care. I don't care about him. And I don't think he cares about me anymore after the beating my brother gave him for it."

Thor hummed low in agreement. "I may have to join your brother."

"No!" Alyse giggled playfully, one hand moving back from his neck and down his chest to the water, flapping it lightly at him.

Thor watched the tiny wave crash against the skin of his lower sternum, feeling his loins stir. His eyes flickered up to Alyse's, his orbs dark with burning lust. The playfulness was quickly drained out of hers and her smile as she realised she might have gone too far. "Did you just splash me?" he growled quietly, the sound deep in his chest. His arm lowered to Alyse's squirming waist, denying her escape.

Her eyes flashed with unease, anxious. Her voice was no more than a squeak when she finally found it. "Maybe." she breathed.

His hands firmed on her hips, leaning forward to nuzzle his lips over hers. Alyse's core clenched in anticipation. "You are going to regret that." he promised.

Alyse's eyes barely had time to widen at his words before his hands firmed at her hips and he forced her back. They both crashed back into the water with a collasal splash, water breaking like a tsunami over the candles. Were it not for the few torches on the walls, they would have been plunged into darkness.

The world was a flash of confusion for Alyse, pressure on her back from the slap of water and in front from Thor, his arms around her pulling her under. Her eyes screwed shut against the water, her lungs hauling in a watery breath.

She spluttered as she broke surface again, eyes shooting wide open. They were filled instantly with Thor's crinkled bright blue eyes, his broad smile.

She was so shocked she fumbled back for another bench to sit on a ledge to grasp - there was nothing and she fell under again in her own confusion.

This time, Thor's arms were the ones to lift her rather than dunk her and she was held up, held against his chest as she coughed. His hands supported her on her back and behind, holding her flush with him.

Lust was out of her mind - she was just focussing on replacing the oxygen in her lungs. Her hands grasped for his shoulders for support, as if he couldn't hold her above the surface. Panic still clouded her mind.

The prince waited patiently as he held her, his hands rising to stroke through her blonde locks. Her breath was harsh against his chest, still feeling her trembling. His fingers found the offending blue streak of hair and started to rub it patiently between his thumb and forefinger, working out the last of the dye to pass the time.

He tried to ignore his raging hard member between them, but it was difficult with Alyse clamping her thighs around his hips, brushing him against her soft skin.

Finally, the girl's rapid, uncontrollable breaths started to calm and slow. Enough for her to speak at least, eyes staring wide and frightened to the side of the bathroom, at the angle her gaze followed tilted against Thor's chest. "I can't swim." she gasped against him, still trembling from the shock.

The smile of relief that she was alright and recovering bathed over the god's face and he rubbed further down the lock of hair. There was a blonde gap in the blue line now. "It is hardly deep enough for you to need to swim, my dear." he chuckled amusedly. The water would lap at her waist if she stood, but no higher.

She just shook weakly. "I panicked." she breathed.

That she did, Thor couldn't argue.

But he also didn't blame her. He, on the other hand, could swim. If he came to be submerged in water, he knew it was only a few kicks and he'd be breathing again. Alyse didn't have that. To her, under might stay under. He understood why she'd been afraid.

He abandoned her hair and wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him as if her childlike vice grip wouldn't do it herself. He turned and waded them back to the ledge.

The thought that maybe he should teach her to swim one day crossed his mind, but he brushed it away as he sat back on the ledge and sat Alyse astride his lap. Her little weight directly on top of his bulging erection was certainly testing his self restraint.

Though a small voice in his head questioned why he was restraining himself at all. She was a servant. If he wanted her, he should take her. It was within his rights. He was under no obligations to be considerate to a servant while there was something he wanted from them. But he was, and he didn't mind. He didn't want to force himself of her, make her uncomfortable. She was a good, sweet girl... and Thor liked her.

He reached for the soap on the bathside and re-lathered his fingers before targetting her blue streak with both hands, keenly working out the colour. Alyse just lay over him, letting him work. Thor had no objections; he could feel the curve of her firm breasts against his chest, her legs straddling him so he was poised outside her entrance, her tiny, delicate hand resting on his shoulder and her head on his chest...he enjoyed the feeling of her draped over him.

He couldn't help the smile on his face as his fingertips worked the soap into her scalp, working the last of the blue from her roots. Washing a servant girl's hair... what was becoming of him?

Well, he argued back, he had to take care of her. She hadn't tried to leave him, pleasured him unquestioningly every night to his will. It wasn't too much that he feed and care for her, keep her happy and in health...was it?

He found he didn't really care as he washed the soap from his hand, and ran his fingers through her recently clensed hair, brushing it back from her face. "There." he smiled triumphantly. "You are a pretty little blonde again."

Emphasis on the pretty part, he thought as her head lifted from his chest. The adorable roundness to her eyes was simply beautiful and he felt it steal the breath from him as she looked at him, calm, warmly, grateful and asking what to do next all at the same time. Thor just cupped her cheek with his hand and scoured those divine orbs, not sure if he'd ever be satisfied. She was just a goddess.

"Are you alright now?" he asked softly, thumb stroking tenderly over her cheek. "It was never my intention to frighten you so."

Alyse's eyes flickered down embarrassed, but Thor was not having that; his hand angled her face up to hs, forcing her to look at him. Her eyes really were lovely, such a rich, soft brown...

She breathed in a shaky breath instead. "I... I'm okay." Her cheeks flushed pink and Thor felt her face twitch to look down in his palm. He wouldn't let her. "I'm sorry." she gulped.

Sorry... she had nothing to be sorry for. There was no need to apologise for being simply afraid. Thor was glad of it, if anything. Getting to know something about her was nice. He wanted to know. He wanted to know more. What she liked, what she disliked, what she feared.. she had to like books to be a librarian, right? Perhaps he should bring her a book to help pass the time during the day when he was not there.

Her hips shifted ever so slightly over his, and Thor's breath stilled. His arms tensed around her. He wanted her.

When the breath sighed out of him his orbs were swirling with lust, his spare hand falling to Alyse's hip. She didn't move. That bothered Thor, her lack of response. Was he being too forward? Did she not want to after...well...

Thor resisted the urge to frown. "Might you permit me to make love to you?" he breathed softly, leaning forward to graze his lips over hers. "If you are still upset..."

"No." Alyse breathed instantly, lifting her hand to Thor's cheek. "I want to."

Thor was still hesitant. His fingers worked gentle circles into her hip. "I shall be gentle." he promised. He felt like she needed the tenderness tonight after such a shock. The same way he'd cradled her, soothed her...the same consideration must apply to their love making too. She didn't need fucking; she needed to be made love to.

He cradled her hips with both hands and rolled his beneath her, erection grinding gently against her center. Gods, he wanted her. He was practically burning for her, needing to feel her tight and hot around him.

Her hand wound round the back of his neck and gently gripped his hair, leaning her body forward against him. Her lips kissed into his neck; and Thor got his approval.

His eyes fluttered shut happily as he gently lifted Alyse, and lowered her carefully onto his waiting cock. Her hand in his hair tightened as he slowly filled her, gasping as she felt every delicious stretch. His hands guided her hips down until their pelvises met and he was fully inside her.

He was everything he knew she'd be: tight, wet and hot, gripping firmly in the innermost embrace of her body. His hand moved to her hair and he touched his forehead with hers, revelling in her blissfully closed eyes and parted lips, gasping. Her hips circled over his, but his hand held her down from lifting.

He wasn't going to thrust this time; he rolled. His hips rolled up into hers, grinding against her, stroking her innermost walls. He wanted gentle - he was going to give her gentle.

A quiet feminine moan left her and he felt pride swell inside him. This was something new for him. He was glad he could satisfy her as gently as this. The breath caught in his throat as he felt her walls grip and release him, rhythmically in time with his soft strokes. Going slower, instead of pounding into her as he usually did, he could feel all of her. Her every muscle twitch, her every response... it was divine!

His arms hugged around her tightly as they rocked against one another, stroking each other to blissful heights. He didn't think it would take him long. He was just so ready for her. Maybe there was more credit to gentle than he'd cared to admit before.

Alyse let out a high pitched whine as she came, shattering around the prince. Her arms hugged around him, muffling her cry into her neck as she trembled in his arms, letting him cradle her through her orgasm. He wasn't far behind her; heat swelled in his gut at Alyse spasming around his length and a sharp thrust later he groaned his release.

Thor didn't move. Nor did Alyse. Both just stayed still, basking in the presence of the other as they came back to their senses. Why would they want to move? Sat in the warm water of the bath, held in each other's arms, the prince still inside her... no Alyse couldn't think of a good reason.

Her eyes fluttered shut and she relaxed against him, ready to fall asleep. She was exhausted now.

Thor didn't seem to mind either as an arm wrapped around her, his other going to support her backside. The water trickled louder than he cared for as he stood, feeling how limp Alyse was against him. He smiled, pressing a kiss into her wet hair. He really worn her out, bless her.

She moaned quietly, mouth on his shoulder as he carried her, dripping back into the bedroom. He picked up two towels from a small pile by the door as he passed.

The first he simply tossed on the bed carelessly. He peeled Alsye away from him and sat her on the bed, not trusting her legs to have the strength to stand. He flapped the towel out of its folds before he proceeded to wrap it around her, lifting her arms and tucking the corner securely into her front.

He quickly dried himself with the seond towel briefly and threw it down carelessly on the floor, not needing it. He didn't want to keep Alyse awake any longer than he had to however; her head was already bowed, eyes drooping with exhaustion.

The god smiled at her adoringly. He strode around to the other side of the bed and slid in, welcoming the soft embrace of the sheets. His arm reached and wrapped around Alyse's waist, gently coaxing her to lie back and down beside him. She complied slowly, tired.

She yawned as she settled her head back on the pillow and Thor didn't think he could wipe the grin off his face if he'd wanted to. He didn't care.

He turned her over gently so her back was to him and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms gently around her middle. His nose nuzzled in the curve of her neck, hips moving forward to touch her towel covered backside. He lay flush with her, the length of her body against his.

He was just about to flutter his eyes shut when he noticed something; Alyse's hand on the mattress, loosely open and empty. He couldn't help himself.

His fingers reached out and laced through hers, and the god let himself drift into a peaceful, deep and dreamless sleep.