Balcony
"Baby!"
The god roared down the corridor, swearing profusely in his head as he dashed around a corner and an entire line of guards turned to stare at him.
He couldn't help it though, he reminded himself darkly in his head. His eyes caught a flash of beige further down the corridor, between the two lines of soldiers lining the corridor; that damned puppy… he was sure there had to be some sort of demon lurking behind that cute face and innocent eyes. The little beige bullet was making his life hell.
Who knew that all those walks Thor had taken him on and where he'd been good as gold were just a rouse – he'd been chewing progressively through his lead every single time.
And this morning he'd snapped it for good.
Thor pressed on after the dog, murderous thoughts running through his head.
Baby was fast. Stupidly fast. Thor was running all out after him, and he was only just keeping up, starting to feel his chest tighten with exertion. How could something so small be so fast? Thor would have been impressed if he wasn't so damned angry.
And now he'd dragged Thor down this heavily guarded corridor, parading their proud, mighty leader before them while he ran after a puppy screaming 'Baby'. How humiliating…
The thought to let the puppy just run away was tempting… but then Thor thought of Alyse's sad little face when she found out her beloved little ball of fur was never coming home and he dashed the thought away instantly. He couldn't cause her any more sadness, not if he could help it. She loved that dog, and if that dog helped keep Alyse happy…
In a few minutes though, it wouldn't matter. If Baby reached the end of the corridor, whichever way he turned led through open doors to the gardens, and if he got out there, Thor was sure he'd lose him for good.
With Alyse in his head, Thor swallowed his pride and lifted a pointing finger down the corridor: "Stop that dog!"
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Alyse rolled the back of her head against the soft pillows beneath her, basking in the warm glow of the rising sun, beaming through the balcony doors and spilling over the bed. She lay over the sheets, dressed in a pale silk, pink nightgown. Thor had brought her some clothes a few days ago, to try and make her more comfortable.
She liked them. Many were nightwear; little dresses and nightgowns in silk so beautiful to the touch Alyse could hardly bear to let them go.
She felt good with the way she was being treated, but a part of it felt wrong: she was a servant… yet Thor was treating her with the grace and care as the woman who would be his wife! It was too familiar. Wrong.
She was just a librarian for the prince to fuck until he got tired of her. Their first nights were better reflections of how their relationship should be. Tied up, treated like his property, like she existed just to satisfy his carnal hunger. He shouldn't be giving her clothes. He shouldn't be apologising to her. He shouldn't simply keep her in tender embraces without fucking her and relieving himself of his desire.
Alyse loved it… but it was wrong. She should remember her station, and Thor his. Every time she saw his face, her heart ached with joy that he was the man kissing her, settling between her thighs… but she had to accept that he was not hers and never could be.
This was a temporary arrangement. She shouldn't get too comfortable.
She shouldn't be feeling these tender emotions for her prince, ones that made her heart swell with glowing adoration at the mere thought of him… but she did.
Her eyes snapped open as the door opened and the familiar exasperated sigh of the thunder god greeted her. He always sighed like that when he came back from one of his and Baby's walks.
Alyse propped herself up on her elbows, watching her god. She frowned quickly; he was carrying Baby tucked under one arm instead of the puppy trotting around his heels on a lead, and the expression on his face… gods, he looked like he wanted to kill something.
Her heart skipped a beat but she forced the turn of her stomach down, forcing herself to stay calm. Seeing Thor angry was something that made her anxious now. But looking at his eyes, they were blazing with rage – but they were controlled. Not like that day… that day Thor had been pure instinct, just a beast. He still remembered himself now.
It must be Baby, Alyse gathered as she watched Thor open the door of the bathroom and near throw the puppy inside, slamming it shut behind him. He turned his sour expression away grimly.
"What happened?" she asked, wondering what on earth a little dog could have done to make the Prince of Asgard so infuriated.
She didn't feel threatened as the god turned and lazily roamed to the bed, steps heavy like he was exhausted. Alyse curled her legs up slightly, dragging the sheet over her barely clad calves as Thor flopped down on the bed beside her, groaning quietly in the back of his throat. For a moment, she watched him – then he turned towards her and grabbed her thigh, leaning his face near the apex of her legs.
Alyse sucked in a sharp breath. The move had been sudden. So sudden, and the sheet melted off her body as Thor's fingers went roaming, cupping the back of her leg tenderly. He was always tender… but the way his nose nudged alluring between her legs…
He growled deeply. "I swear if you didn't love that little demon, I would have downed him in a barrel long ago." His lips kissed against her skin, nudging up the hem of her short nightgown up with his nose. Gods, he was so close to her, to where she was moistening.
Alyse let out a shaky breath, glad her fingers were at least steady as they reached down and threaded through Thor's soft golden locks. "What did he do now?" she sighed.
Thor's teeth bore against her soft skin, grazing over her swollen clit. Alyse's hips bucked and her mouth fell open with a silent groan. "He," Thor went on, "Broke from the leash and ran me down a full patrol of soldiers."
Oh.
Alyse could just imagine it. The strong, powerful, revered prince…. running after a tiny puppy. Right through for his followers to see. How majestic. No wonder he was mad.
Her fingers gripped in his hair, her mind dragged from the mental picture as Thor pushed her on her back and crawled between her now spread legs, tongue dancing around her clit. His hand steadied her generous hip.
Her thighs parted wider instinctively as Thor's tongue stroked her womanhood to bliss, the breath catching in her throat. Gods, he was so good. She'd not even been awake for half an hour and now she was experiencing this… gods, she'd happily wake up to this more often. Just when she'd thought her sex god had hung up his cape on her….
Her hands tangled in his hair, the god unleashing his teeth on her sensitive clit as she tugged just a little too hard on his locks. His growl rumbled over her slit.
It had been too long, Alyse sighed blissfully, leaning back into the pillows, surrendering to the pleasure Thor was giving her in lashings.
But she wanted more…
"Thor, take me." She moaned, mind lost in abandon. "Please. I need you."
A strangled moan left her lips, body arching as Thor grinned against her sensitive body, the sensation just blissful. She could feel his teeth, his soft lips, parted in a feral grin that smelt of lust and passion. Gods, he was insatiable.
The blood was pumping in her ears so strong she wondered if she might pass out, lightheaded with pleasure at having the God of Thunder between her thighs.
"So it's I that you desire?" he purred against her moistening slit, in a voice so alluring Alyse's inner muscles clenched deliciously at the mere sound of it. He couldn't have her come undone at his mere words…could he?
She whined with loss as the pressure teasing her core suddenly left her, feeling Thor lift off her body. The building pleasure in her clit started to wane quickly. She needed him…but he peeled his mouth from between her legs and left her squirming with need, too hot in just the thin nightdress she wore, craving his touch and caresses. She fluttered her eyes shut, feeling her body float back to Asgard, the ache in her core going untended to. Gods… she had been on cloud nine just moments ago but now…
Then hot, hungry lips pressed against her collar bone and stayed there, sucking on the soft flesh gently as his hips – trousers pushed down at the front – fitted perfectly into the gap her parted legs made, like her body was made for him.
Alyse sighed with blissful relief as he settled back, losing her hands in his hair as she felt the blood vessels in her skin break under his lips, leaving a bruise…his bruise…
"Thor.." she breathed, hitching her legs around his waist. "More…"
Warning bells rang in her head but she pushed them away. Servants shouldn't be asking the prince for services. Servants shouldn't be on first name basis. Servants should stay silent and wait for the prince's instruction, afraid to touch him without his permission… but Alyse didn't care anymore. He was making her dizzy with passion.
His body settled on hers slightly, his arms braced either side of her head allowing just a fraction of his weight to linger on her. Just enough for her to feel every hard proportion of his glorious torso against hers. His shirt was gone, Alyse feeling like his hot skin could sear the nightdress off her body, longing to feel his flesh uninterrupted against hers, connected…
Satisfied with the bruise on her collar, Thor littered more around the base of her throat, feeling her little body squirm against his, knowing he was driving her mad with desire. Good, he thought. "Your wish is my command, my Lady."
Wow.. that quickly?, Alyse thought through the cloud of lust in her mind. Gods, he truly was incredible. Alyse's breath was stolen from her at the glorious man hovering above her, radiating sex appeal and making her core moist from just one look…
His hot need pressed against hers and slowly – oh so slowly – he eased into her. Alyse gasped and gripped at his hair as he filled her, savouring the feel of her around him. Gods, she was Valhalla. Her body was his safe haven, just bliss; so hot and tight and able to drive everything from his mind but the feel of her gripping him with the innermost part of her womanly body. He let out a heated sigh against the side of her neck as his hips rocked gently into hers.
"Mmm." She moaned as Thor's lips honed on hers and she pushed her body upwards as far as she could with him holding her down, her hands clenching into light fists in his hair. Her legs parted wider of their own accord, trying to prise more out of the maddenly slow rhythm Thor had set.
She groaned quietly, feeling Thor's strong, thick manhood stroke her inside, so slow and tender…her head rolled to the side, catching her breath and she spotted Thor's hands. On the bed. Both of them.
She frowned.
Her hips stilled their rocking against Thor's as she stared at his hand, holding his weight off her, bracing on the bed. Normally his hands were all over her.
She felt odd without his hands touching her, playing with her, teasing her…but then he was barely touching her in other ways either. His body lay over hers – but barely. He was being so gentle. And this pace, rocking his hips gently inside her, not thrusting or moving with vigour…Thor didn't make love like this.
Her lips ghosted apart, not in a breathless, heated sigh like she should normally have done when Thor was between her legs, but.. just hovering parted in wonder. In confusion. What was this?
Thor knew she liked it rough and hard and dominating. Hell, he did too. She knew he did.
She screwed her eyes shut for a moment; no, she was thinking too much into this. He was fine – everything was fine. Maybe he just needed some encouraging.
She turned to him again and laced her fingers through his hair afresh, grinding her pelvis up and into his; his hesitated a fraction before he continued to move. Alyse reached up beside her and gripped his fingers, feeling them curl instantly with his, letting her pull them down from the mattress without hesitation. A big plus sign banked in her mind. She guided him down her body, until his hand was cupping her breast, squeezing over his fingers, encouraging him to do the same..
His palm slipped from her pert, silk covered breast onto the mattress beside it though, leaving her numbly fondling herself. Alyse stopped moving, eyes staring up over his shoulder in quiet shock.
This really wasn't like Thor. Whether they were fucking like animals or making sweet love he always touched her. But now…
Something was wrong.
"Alyse?" Thor gasped questioningly over her shoulder. "Am I hurting you?"
Alyse choked back a scoff – just. "Hurting me?" she burst, going still and limp beneath the prince. "You're barely touching me!"
What was wrong? Was there something on his mind distracting him, or was he not in the mood, or was he not attracted to her anymore… why?! Why was he doing this? The Thor she knew made love like a beast, all power and thrusting, but this…
"I don't want to hurt you." He murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. It didn't make her feel better. "And last time, I was too rough."
Alyse clasped his face between her hands, pouting up at him. "You like it rough."
Thor's eyes just narrowed, darkening. His hand reached up and grasped Alyse at the wrist, pulling it down from his cheek until it was pinned firmly to the mattress. He did the same to her other hand. "And you?" he growled.
She gasped, heat shooting to her core and Thor thudded her wrists down on the mattress, holding her helpless. She loved this restraint, wanting him so badly, yet being denied, being tempted…her legs parted of her own accord, parting up either side of Thor's thighs. He was still buried within her.
Her teeth snagged her lip as her clenching inner muscles pulled him in a fraction deeper inside her, grinding her hips up against his. A groan rumbled from the back of her throat. "I love it rough." She whispered.
She held her breath with anticipation as Thor clenched his teeth together and lowered slowly, stroking his nose with hers with surprising care… but then his mouth was on hers and it was all tongues and teeth and hot, passionate embrace. Alyse's legs scrambled to get a better grip around Thor's hips… but it hardly mattered as they began to power into hers, his length hitting all the spots inside her that had her crying out with pleasure.
"Yes.." she hissed in his ear as his mouth travelled over her jawline and neck, leaving love bites and hickeys in his wake. Her hips met him thrust for thrust, moans rolling unstoppable from her lips.
Thor's fingers clenched around Alyse's wrists and he thrust hard up into Alyse's body. "This is what you want?" he whispered through clenched teeth.
Alyse just moaned in response, pushing her body against his.
The god was torn; he knew Alyse liked it rough, with vigour – with a touch of pain even! But he didn't want to hurt her. Not to give her any fraction of reason to doubt him ever again, to fear him… and the first time he'd taken her, days ago, he'd ridden her too hard. She'd loved it of course – just as she was loving him now – but…Thor didn't ever want to risk losing her again. He'd rather go slow and cautious then risk that again.
But when she demanded it of him, when she so seduced him, almost making him lose his senses in taking her…he couldn't deny her. As long as he trusted her to speak when he got to too much.
He would do anything to keep her. But only when Alyse asked it of him. Until then, he would play it safe, not risking her in anyway until she told him what she wanted.
He knew her. She liked it rough – a thought he accompanied with a sharp thrust that had Alyse's body bowing against his. She liked adventure. She liked new experiences. She liked to be inventive and creative and fearless in love making.
And he wanted to please her, however he could.
Thor's mouth grazed off hers and he let her wrists go, pulling out of her smoothly. Alyse's eyes snapped open – but she was left wondering for barely a second before he was back around her – and hauling her up with him! She yelped as she was lifted clean off the bed and up into his strong arms, hers flying around his neck in surprise.
Her eyes lifted to his face and drank in his smile, full of promise. Gods, what was he going to do to her? That look made her stomach twist, made her toes curl – so why was he leaving the bed?
Thor's eyebrows wriggled suggestively as he stood up from the bed, holding Alyse snugly against his chest. He didn't expand on that, leaving Alyse frowning and clueless as he slowly wondered around the edge of the bed with her, carrying her like she weighed nothing. She couldn't tear her eyes from his though hardly caring. She just wanted him inside her, wanted to feel his touch on her body rather than the silk of the nightdress, wanted to feel him stretching her inside and pounding her so good…
Her thighs pressed together as Thor crossed the room with her, mind wondering what sensual things he would do to her. She'd love it whatever it was. She just wanted him so badly, after he'd left her unsatisfied, wanting him to finish what he'd started.
She needed sex from him like she needed oxygen to breath. He was just addictive… and he was nudging the balcony door open with his shoulder.
Alyse frowned as she suddenly noticed where Thor was taking her, tensing in his arms. The balcony… people could see the balcony! They'd see Thor with a servant girl in silk cradled in his arms. Fuck! Seen, heard – busted! They'd get caught. She wouldn't be his dirty little secret anymore if he brought her out for the world to see!
Her heart skipped a beat but Thor's gaze remained cool and calm, the god smirking as Alyse lifted her panicked gaze to his. His orbs were dark and alluring. Oh Gods…
A lusty look stared back at her, searing right through to her pleasure house, and the world seemed to melt away in that instant as they stepped out into the bathing pink glow of the rising sun, peeking over the horizon. It was warm outside, kissing Alyse's exposed skin gently. Beautiful…
But she couldn't shake this feeling. This was so dangerous…"What are you doing?" she hissed, eyes wide and flashing. He'd never taken her out of his room before.
Thor's smile widened with his slight chuckle, stepping out onto the balcony. It was bright, so much brighter than the dim room had been and Alyse squinted her eyes, hand twitching to cover them. She fought down the instinct though, scanning the world around instead for people. She couldn't see anybody… yet.
"Is it wrong for me to want to watch a sunrise with you?" Thor finally answered her, bringing them to the very edge of the balcony, the tips of Alyse's toes brushing the smooth stone of the rail.
Then Thor was slipping her out of his arms, into the small gap between his body and the rail. Stone pressed lightly into her stomach…while another hard thing pressed far from lightly into the small of her back. The space between her legs twitched and moistened. Gods… he wasn't, was he?
Oh yes, he was, Alyse realised breathlessly, as his hand found her hip, squeezing her enticingly. He was going to fuck her on the balcony.
The breath hitched excited in her throat as Thor's arms wrapped around her, one around her stomach, pulling her back against him, and the other…venturing between her thighs. Her jaw dropped open, legs teasing apart as his thick finger circled her clit teasingly. She moaned deeply.
Her head fell back against his chest as the pleasure washed over her, and Thor's arm around her waist became more effective at holding her up than her own two legs, melting under his expert touch. Especially when that single digit dipped downwards to her moist core, pressing inside for just a moment before running up and down her slit, spreading her wetness.
"I want to please you in every way." The god breathed over her shoulder. "Whatever you want, it shall be yours."
"I want you." Alyse sighed back without hesitation, hips grinding back against Thor's aching erection, feeling him hot as the short hem of her nightdress rode up over her backside. She wanted him inside her, forceful, rough, dominating…
The graze of his teeth against the shell of her ear went straight to Alyse's groin. Her heart was beating hard and fast – especially as Thor's hand left her core and moved up behind her, his palm against her shoulder blades. His arm around her waist withdrew until his hand was pulling back on her hip as his hand on her back pushed forward, bending her into the railing. "Then you shall have me."
Alyse had no warning before the god slammed into her from behind, her hands shooting out to brace herself against the railing. A loud moan left her – fuck, he was so deep this way.
She straightened her arms and pushed back against him, eyes screwed shut as pleasure stroked her innermost place. Thor's hand covered hers on the railing. His other pulled her back onto his length.
She groaned deeply as Thor moved hard, bucking into her with very solid thrusts. God, he was so good. Alyse teased her legs further apart, back straightening, pushing her behind out, trying to meet him, take more of him – anything! Anything as long as it was him. He stroked her inner walls blissfully with every thrust, his tip hitting the place that made her knees weak. Gods, how could she survive the things he made her feel? Her fingers gripped the railing, to anchor herself to Asgard as he pushed her body higher and higher.
Behind her, Thor grunted his pleasure, fingers digging into her hip with each thrust. Gods, he liked it this way. Liked having her bent over, him draped over her, helpless beneath him…
Her fingers laced with his and gripped hard, cries leaving Alyse every time Thor thrust into her. A smile danced breathlessly on his lips as he felt it, eyes glancing down. Her dainty fingers, poking up from his big ones…then his eyes travelled further and settled on her hips. He was near mesmerized as he watched the way her backside cushioned his hips with every thrust, watching her body take his length within her over and over again… he groaned hard and thrust harder.
Alyse ground her teeth into her lip, trying to hold in her cries of pleasure but it wasn't enough and she tore her hand from beneath Thor's to smother her mouth with it. She couldn't scream out here… people… if anyone walked by…
A weight settled on her back as Thor leaned over and peeled her hand from her face. "No." he growled in her ear. "I want all of Asgard to hear you. To hear the pleasure I am giving to you."
Those words alone had Alyse groaning all over again.
She gripped his hand and attached it to her body and this time, he cooperated. She roamed him to her breast, down over her stomach, round her hip – until his palm rested on her backside.
He squeezed and Alyse moaned; yes, that was what she wanted. Attention there. Her behind was lifted up and exposed but Thor's hand there felt good, felt right…
But she needed more.
"Spank me." She breathed instinctively.
Thor stilled.
Alyse's eyes shot open – gods, had she just said that? Really? Was that really what she wanted? She thought of the last time he'd hit her there, all the damage, blood, bruising …gods, she wasn't asking that again, was she?
No, she sighed in her head. But she wanted more than squeezing. Needed something more to warm and sensitize her there…
She gasped as Thor pulled out of her.
"Are you mad?" he growled behind her, no longer alluring and dominating, but…angry. Very angry by the sound of it. "The last time I even touched you there it almost tore us apart."
Alyse straightened up at the sound of the first boot-fall, heart in her mouth as she saw Thor stalking back to the balcony doors. She reached out for his arm without thinking. "No, wait!" Her arms tugged and Thor stopped, glancing at her over his shoulder. Alyse wasn't fool enough to think it was by her strength – just by his respect of her, to listen to what she had to say. She had to think about that; what did she have to say?
Her eyes lowered, throat dry as she searched for the words. Gods, how did she try to explain this… "You were not yourself before." She started with, eyes lifting tentatively. Thor's bold, strong ones stared back squarely. Intimidatingly, almost. "And I think I'd like it." She admitted with a whisper. "Just a little."
The god's eyes softened and widened a fraction, drinking in her admission. "You…" he gulped as words failed him, turning back to Alyse fully. "You want me to strike you?"
Alyse's heart beat fast. "I want you to spank me." She breathed. "Not beat me. Not hard – not to bleed or bruise. Please…."
She couldn't believe it either – she was begging for what had had her quivering in fear of him last time! But this would be different, she told herself. This time, he would be in control of his anger, he would not be seeking to hurt her. She wanted to see what it was like. She could feel it; it was what her body was craving.
Thor's head shook lightly, disbelief written on his face. "I do not believe…" he closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened them again they were sparkling with electricity. "I don't want to risk losing you again."
He turned to stride away – "No!" Alyse dug her heels in and pulled on his arm, desperate to keep him here. "Please, no! You won't, I swear!"
The god paused again, and his eyes ran up and down hers – lingering on her round orbs, frantic. She looked like a frightened rabbit. And she was asking this of him? She must have lost her mind…
All the same, Thor's palm twitched.
No, he scolded himself. He wouldn't consider it. He couldn't. He'd sworn he to himself he would never hurt Alyse again, never lay a hand on her…. But what about when she was begging him to? He hadn't considered that. He'd also sworn to give her everything she wanted. And she wanted this. Or so she said. The god was so conflicted.
"No." he cleared his head. "You do not want this. I vowed I would never hurt you again and I intend to keep that promise."
Alyse's shoulders sank. "You wouldn't hurt me." She rushed. "I swear, I don't want it to be injured. I don't want it to hurt – not really. Just a sting at most. Please, Thor, please." She paused in her ramblings to catch her breath, gasping; "I trust you."
Thor shook his head again. "I care not." He said curtly. "You know not what you ask of me."
The thought of her bruised and bloodied again by his hand…. Gods, no, Thor shook the image from his mind. Even seeing her skin red. It was all pain. Pain was not what he wanted to give her. Only pleasure. He knew she liked some adventurous antics with her love making but this… this was too much to ask of him. Last time, she'd nearly left him. He'd do anything to avoid that again.
But he also wanted her happy. Looking at the way her face was falling, her lip pouting at his rejection…she did not look happy anymore. His heart was torn. But he knew what his body wanted…
Finally, the god sighed, screwing his eyes shut. He was already hating himself for even thinking it – "Promise me that you will tell me if it is too much." He said, his heart clenching at every word. "And I will stop instantly. Do you understand?"
Tentatively, he peeled his eyes open. He half hoped Alyse's would be glistening with fear, suddenly horrified with what she asked, with her head shaking, stammering a change of mind…but to his dismay her lips flickered in a hopeful little smile, eyes glimmering happily. She was near glowing.
And she nodded hastily. "I understand." She sighed, smile widening. "I'll tell you, I promise." Her hands melted from around his arms as she stepped closer and flattened on his still armoured belly tenderly.
Thor's heart sank grimly. But as she stepped back towards the balcony edge, he still followed her.
He watched her go and prayed… prayed to whoever would hear him that he wouldn't hurt her. That she'd keep her word. That they'd both settle in his bed after this affair was done and be content with each other, no ill will or hatred plaguing them.
Her blonde mused up hair hid her face from his view as she found the balcony rail again and Thor followed her with slow steps, until he was just behind. The silk of her nightgown covered her backside, barely. He still half wished she would change her mind…he half didn't want to do this…but at the same time, he so did.
Lust flowed freshly through his veins at the thought of it and battled away his disgust at his own reactions. It was that same lust that moved his hands, that placed them on Alyse's back and pushing her front to lean over the balcony ledge, her stomach pressed against the rail. She couldn't bend as deeply as before, but it was enough for Thor. Enough to stir him afresh. Gods…his teeth gritted, holding down his groan of lust as he positioned himself outside her entrance and eased in, savouring the grip of her body.
That made it easier, the pleasure dampening his conscience as he moved inside Alyse, circling his hips. She whimpered deliciously beneath him, bent at a forty five degree angle over the balcony.
Again, one hand covered hers that rested on the balcony as his thrusting hips fucked hers forward into the rail, a solid barrier. He liked it this way. It felt closer, more intimate… he groaned with his next thrust, his spare hand moving to fondle the flesh of her backside, before he abused it.
She wanted this, he told himself as he fucked her against the balcony, her moans wafting out over the garden. She wants this…
He braced himself… then his hand pulled back and swatted against Alyse's backside, making a firm smacking sound as his palm landed. She yelped and jerked forward, but didn't protest. Her inner muscles clenched though. Definitely.
Thor felt the heat pool in his belly at her body's delicious response to being spanked, his loins just on fire for her. So he did it again. His palm landed again and he left it there for barely as second before following it up with a third, the chords around his heart loosening with Alyse's breathless cry of pleasure. Gods…she was actually enjoying this. His hand hovered on her backside.
"Harder." Rasped from Alyse's lips.
The god gasped. He was aghast; she wasn't just enjoying this – she wanted more.
He groaned hard, thrusting away his guilt…. And his palm smacked her behind with a little more vigour. Alyse's body bucked back against his, a senseless cry leaving her. But not one of pain, Thor noted importantly. His hand hovered over her backside, feeling her skin warm up under his slightly harsher strike.
But again…she hadn't protested.
He moaned with her as he fucked on, in awe of this woman. And he hit her again, perfectly in tune with his thrust. The sound of skin hitting skin was electrifying and Thor wanted to lie and say he wasn't enjoying this… but he was.
He felt powerful, in control, as his palm landed firmly on Alyse's backside, over and over again. Jerking her body with every hit. Sweet moans leaving her with every strike. He wasn't hitting her hard, but her skin was red and hot, sensitized to everything he was doing to her. She was so wet now, Thor's length moving easily within her at how slick she was. This was doing that to her.
Alyse's teeth ground down on her lip, biting back another moan as another sting hit her backside. The swatting sound slapped her ears. It sounded more painful than it actually was. And the way Thor's hand cupped her flesh afterwards, squeezing it.. gods, it made her body all the more sensitive to him.
Her fingers shook on the balcony rail beneath Thor's as her inside's quickened and his pace picked up, pommelling into her with vigour. Every sharp thrust hit her perfectly, skin warming, mind floating as her body tingled…
Another slap struck her backside and her innermost muscles spasmed with her sudden orgasm, helpless groan slipping from her lips as her knees crumpled beneath her. Thor's hand firmed on her hip though and a few sharp thrusts later, he was following her into bliss with a breathless, gasping sigh.
He stilled as he emptied himself and Alyse savoured it, floating back down to Asgard in a post coital haze. She let her knees gently fold beneath her…right into Thor's waiting arms.
He knelt down, lowering her body as he recovered his own senses, lips pressed tenderly against the side of her forehead. "Ah." He groaned softly as he slipped out of her, catching his breath still.
Alyse just moaned in response.
"You're alright?" the god breathed against her, holding her curled up in his arms against him, her back to his chest as he knelt on the ground. "I didn't hurt you?"
Alyse moaned again, rolling her head back so Thor's lips stroked her temples softly. "Not in a way I didn't like." She breathed back, and Thor could tell from her tone that her eyes were already drooping. "Thank you."
He let the chuckle simmer between them softly as his eyes lifted and he watched the sunlight rise up, waking the realm from its slumber in a glorious orange haze, from between the stone columns of the balcony rail. They'd fucked the dawn away. The smile gasped on Thor's face and he lowered his cheek to Alyse's shoulder, his mind a haze...
But eventually, he picked her up and rose, carrying her gracefully back into the privacy of his chambers and away from any wakening Asgardians. He smile down her fondly as he went; she curled up against his chest, contented smile playing on her lips. She looked exhausted though. But beautiful, Thor thought, fingers brushing away a strand of tangled blonde hair from her face. So beautiful…
She moaned quietly as Thor settled her back on the sheets, squirming around until she lay on her front again. Thor just chuckled, watching her as he tucked himself back into his trousers.
He could watch her all day…
Her eyes peeled open and Alyse didn't even need to speak before Thor leaned forward and pushed her hair gently off her forehead, pressing a sweet kiss there.
"I must go." He sighed regretfully. There was a meeting he was required for, one he was told was of the utmost urgency. He had to go… but he hated leaving her.
Her lips twisted in a disappointed grimace. But – "Tie me up before you go?" she breathed, eyelashes fluttering coyly. "I like feeling like yours."
Her teeth snagged her lip at her sleepy confession and Thor swore it was the most attractive thing she could have done. She liked behind tied up? "You are mine." He near growled. "And I am sorry to disappoint, but I have nothing to tie you with."
He'd thrown everything out. He'd never imagined after the last week that she'd ever be asking him to be tethered to his bed. After what he'd done.. there might be some spare Varhide lurking around but he'd be damned before he used that on Alyse, still remembering the violent shock and tore through him when he'd struggled against it. No, she may like pain to a degree, but that had been agony.
The sleepy woman dragged herself upright and Thor's eyebrows shot up when she slipped the nightgown from her body, slumping back into the sheets gloriously naked. His eyes savoured over her curves.
"Use this." She said, holding the material out in one hand while the other positioned itself at the headboard.
Thor growled appreciatively back in his throat.
He was almost tempted to stay as he reached out and did as she bid, binding her hands with the soft material of her flimsy nightgown. It was enough, just. Thor had to tie a tight knot to stop the slippery material from slithering free though.
He stood back and admired his handiwork, drinking in the beauty before him. Alyse, naked, tethered, beautiful… his.
NOTE
It's hard for me to write now I've started uni but I'm trying!
P.S GO SEE THOR THE DARK WORLD! AND IF YOU DO NOT STAY FOR THE CREDITS AND I MEAN ALL OF THEM THEN I WILL JUDGE YOU! THERE ARE TWO POST CREDIT SCENES AND GGAULHI\AHSDB\CVUYDGFI\XSHUxsjkN\DFBNMFD!