Chapter 8

It was dark by the time they got back to the palace and they headed straight for Thor's chambers. Imogen's hand stayed engulfed in his all the while.

"Thank you." she said, as Thor undressed for bed, his scaled armour melting away from his body. He paused and looked to find her in the doorway of his bathroom; his jaw dropped. "For what you did today."

Numbness washed through the prince as his eyes scoured over her, taking in her sparkling eyes and that oh-so sexy small smile on her lips. Then he trailed south and felt his blood blaze: Imogen's nightdress hung low on her bust, the sleeves slipped loosely to her upper arms to reveal her bare shoulders. And the skirt - oh gods, the skirt! The dress hugged firmly to her bust, flaring out innocently over her waist and hips, the laced hem falling pleasingly high on her thighs.

It looked innocent and hot at the same time, as if she were going to her marriage bed.

Thor's trousers tightened.

He couldn't stop staring for the life of him, captivated by her seductive appearance. So much creamy flesh on show, just for him...

Her first slow, slinking step to the bed brought him back to his senses slightly. He cleared his throat in a way that only made him even more flustered. "I, er..." She perched herself down on the edge on the mattress in what Thor swore was the most alluring way possible, back arched to accentuate the curve of her back as she did so. "It was nothing. I merely wished to, er," his throat ran dry and he gulped. She lay back, crossing her long legs one over the another. "Do what was," Her body stretched out, before she tilted herself on her side slightly. Her hips made a pleasing arch. Thor gulped again. "Proper."

Proper?!, his mind screamed, as he tried to focus on Imogen's face and not her body, forcing his arms to glue to his sides. It was a poor choice of words. Everything his body and soul longed to do to her was far from proper now!

Her eyes glittered innocently across to his in a way that made Thor's heart melt. Her hand balanced on the pillow on Thor's side of the bed to support her as she propped herself up.

Thor couldn't rip his shirt off fast enough.

His heart was thudding hard as he lowered himself down onto the bed beside her and Imogen let the side of her head sink into the pillows. Her eyes were level with Thor's, losing herself in his gorgeous bright blue orbs.

"It was very kind of you." she breathed with a grateful smile. Her hand closed over his on the bed between them. "Truly. Thank you. Your generosity may make the difference between life and death for my mother." Thor snapped out of the spell slightly as her eyes started to glisten with moisture. He manipulated their hands to entwine her fingers with his on the mattress. "I can never thank you enough for this."

"It was nothing." Thor squeezed her fingers comfortingly. "I only wanted to do what was right."

Right?, the voice in his head exploded again. Right and proper? He was choosing his words poorly tonight. Her body turned fully on her side to face him and Thor felt his knuckle brush over her breast at their close proximity.

The breath hitched in his throat.

"You didn't have to do it though." Imogen eased nearer, so Thor could feel her warm breath on his lips as she settled on the bed.

The god was enveloped in her violet orbs, simply mesmerized. He could as good as feel the heat of her body underneath the sheets, every inch of him longing to lean forward and close the gap between them. His hips eased forward, unconsciously seeking Imogen's. She gasped a smile as his knee gently knocked hers. Her legs nudged apart.

"You're incredible." she breathed, running her thigh smoothly up his. Her fingers moved from his hand to his chest. "You're the most amazing man I've ever met. I've never felt this way before."

Thor's heart raced as her palm pressed over his left breast. His moved round her waist and eased her closer so her torso was flush with his, his hard erection pressed into the hot centre between her legs. Her eyes fluttered shut and Thor let his fall half hooded, revelling in her throaty moan.

"Nor I." he sighed. He could taste the sweetness of her breath. It was nothing short of intoxicating.

Imogen's hand clenched at his shoulder, hips grinding needily into his. "Thor."

The god's arm flattened on her back and he released a ragged breath over her shoulder as he crushed her even closer. His lips pressed into her neck at the glorious sensations that coursed through him. The curve of her breasts was firm against his chest.

The pressure in his groin was almost painful and he gasped a moan, both loving and cursing Imogen's luscious body. She was both his salvation and destruction. He pulled back slightly to see her face, relaxed and lost in bliss. Her wonderful lips were parted, her eyes closed as her head tipped back, surrendering to the heart racing pleasure that drowned her senses.

Thor gave in to his guttural instincts. He let his hips buck hard into Imogen's, his control shredding. A part of him knew he was letting this get too far, that soon neither of them would be consciously able to gather their logic, but he didn't care anymore.

He could feel her through his trousers, her need practically screaming for him. Thoughts raced through his head, thoughts of burying himself in her heat, ravishing every inch of her wondrous form, kissing those lips. God, he longed to kiss her. So much. Just a touch, a peck if nothing else. He wondered if they would be as soft as the rest of her was.

"Oh gods." Imogen sighed, her heaving chests only igniting Thor's imagination further, her pleasure soaring to new heights.

Her sighs started to turn to racing whimpers.

Thor leaned his cheek forward to hers, loving the heat of her flushed skin on his. The hand on the back of her waist teased the material of her nightdress up higher, roaming his flat, warm palm down over the curve of her hip down to the back of her knee, hitching her leg up to hook on his hip in one accurate motion. Her body arched at the deeper contact.

Gods, he loved her. Screw everything - mistress or not, tradition or not, Thor wanted to have her now and be damned with the consequences. He wanted her now and forever, to have her body milk his of this utmost bliss until he could barely see straight from its intensity.

He rolled her onto her back, and drove his heat against hers in a way that tore a cry from her perfect lips. Her legs fastened around his waist.

"Uhn." whimpered from Imogen's throat, helpless to the god that had her head spinning and her body burning with desire with every thrust. Then she gasped the words that Thor would have died for: "Kiss me."

Thor obliged willingly: he pulled back just enough to crash his mouth on hers, grinding his body harder against hers at the inner growl of triumph. The softness of her lips almost made the god lose himself. He threw caution to the wind, moving his mouth firm and deep against hers.

Imogen moaned and her legs hitched higher around his hips, lower body bucking to meet him thrust for thrust.

The god wasted no time, teasing her lips apart expertly with his tongue and slipping it inside the warm cavern of her mouth. Imogen's crept forward to meet his. Their tongues danced, Thor tasting the sweetness of her on her lips, knowing they'd be swollen and bruised later from how hard he kissed her. He didn't care, spearing his tongue inside her mouth with a deep precision.

Then a new pressure gripped his nether regions in a way that made him freeze. His eyes shot open, lips still, hovering above Imogen's. Her dark, lust swirling orbs slowly slipped open to fix on his.

Her hand squeezed his groin again, earning a deep groan from the glorious God of Thunder.

"Please Thor." she moaned, her eyes fluttering half lidded at the feel of his heat, his need beneath her fingertips. Her hips flexed, but didn't grind for him in the same way as before. "Please."

Thor's mind clouded, translating what she was asking of him. Oh gods, he wanted to comply. So, so badly. Had she asked before Thor dared think he would have just torn his trousers off and claimed her as his in a heartbeat. Not anymore. Not after today. He'd been to her home, soothed her as she cried, met her parents, tended to her aching heart... he cared about her too much now. She wasn't just some flesh of meat to be used for his own pleasure.

"You'll scorn me in the morning if I do." he gasped, fighting his deepest desires. His head cheered his chivalry, but his heart cried in anguish and his body hated him.

Imogen squeezed him firmer, thumb pressing into his tip in a way that made the god's arms go weak. Her thigh rubbed up urgingly against his. "I'll scorn you forever if you don't." Her spare hand wound round the back of his neck, trying to pull him down to her again. The stretch opened her body up even fuller to the god.

Thor's breath started to rasp. "Imogen."

Her orbs bore into his, thighs clenching around him needily. Then her eyes started to rounden. "You don't want me?"

Thor groaned hard, and her words broke something inside him. His lips kissed the words away as his hand groped her side, fingers teasing her nightdress further up her body until his hand cupped her breast. Imogen arched to his touch.

A surge of animalistic rage coursed through him, burning his veins. How could she possible ask him that? "I want you." he sighed, drinking in the sight of her eyes rolling back from his palm on her chest. He kneaded it firmly, drawing a delicious mewl from her lips. "You have no idea how much I crave you Imogen." he swallowed hard for a minute, trying to restrain his instincts from taking her there and then. "But I care too much to risk you affections on a moment of passion."

"Don't." she whined. "I'll love you even more for it. Please, Thor. I need you. I can't take it anymore. I swear I'll do whatever you ask of me, if you just love me now."

Thor had stopped listening long ago. She'd said she'd love him even more. The god gulped - did that mean she loved him to a degree already?

His will snapped.

He sat upright pulling Imogen with him and tearing the nightdress over her head, eyes drinking in the sight of her exposed naked body. His loins screamed for her as he laid her back down on the bed.

"Imogen."

He'd felt her breasts plenty of times by now, but to actually see them... they were even more perfect than he'd imagined. Creamy little moulds on her chest, shapely but modest, the pert little pink tips a pleasing splash of colour. Thor sighed and descended. His mouth latched onto one and sucked hungrily.

Imogen's back arched to him and she tossed her head back, moaning in content as her hands lost themselves in his hair. They held him to her as his tongue flicked tantalizingly against the very tip of her nub.

It hardened in his mouth in a heartbeat. His palm rolled the other in his fingertips, loving how her body responded to his touch.

Imogen was in bliss. Thor's hot mouth on her breast was lifting her to Heaven, unwinding the tensions of her mind. Her nails clawed down his neck, rasping over his powerful shoulders, so gentle when he handled her.

She wanted more. "Thor." Her hands cupped either side of his face and tried to pull him further up her body.

He let her shift him up to her collar bone where he kissed and ravished her again. His trousers stayed well out of her reach though.

"Thor!"

Her fingers reached for him but he was far from her teasing grasp. Now Thor had the control - and he loved it, hearing Imogen whine for him. "Tell me." he breathed hotly over her skin. "What do you want?"

Imogen's legs tightened needily around his waist. "Please." she begged. "I need you, Thor. Please! Please take me, Thor!"

The god growled against her skin, sucking from her one last time. His patience had ran out; he needed her now, just as much as she needed him.

His presence was missed on top of her for barely a second as he divested himself of his trousers. When he settled himself over her again, his sex pushed firmly against hers. They both sighed in content. The heat wrapped around them, though their insides ached for each other. Imogen's felt hollow and empty, as if she were made for him to fill her. She'd never felt more complete in her life.

Thor didn't have the ability to slow himself down and appreciate her. He'd have to do that another time. Another night he'd touch her, kiss her, delve every hollow of her body with his tongue till no part of her went untouched.

But now, he needed her. Pure and simple.

And she didn't care about preparation either, her hips grinding to his. Her arms wrapped around his neck to give her better lift.

"Thor." she gasped.

Thor echoed it as his tip touched the lips of her entrance, feeling how wet she was for him. A guttural moan rumbled through his chest. His arms settled around her, pressing her tightly against him.

His hips eased into hers.

He knew she was not innocent in the ways of love making but he did not want to be harsh on her. He wanted to be careful, to treat her as the woman she truly was... but he wasn't sure he had the restraint anymore. Gentleness might now be impossible.

"Thor." His half lidded eyes, clouded with lust, lifted to hers, her barely open violet orbs drawing him in. He hung on her ever word. "Take me."

And that was all it took: Thor's hard length punctured the walls of her body, plunging deep into her hot depths in one solid thrust. His eyes shot open, Imogen's tight clenching inner walls moulding around him.

A sweet gasp crossed with a whimper left Imogen's lips, her mouth falling open: Thor was not small in anyway. Their hips stilled for a moment. Imogen's nails dug into his shoulders as his solid length stretched her deep, filling her so fully it made tears prick in the corners of her eyes. A ragged breath left the god, the feeling of Imogen's tight heat gripping him almost driving him over the edge. If Thor didn't know better, he would have mistaken her for a virgin easily!

"Uh!" Imogen groaned, her lower body trembling. Thor's hips eased back and she cried out again.

Imogen's thighs clenched around the god's waist and she tried to wrestle the pain with the pleasure. Her mouth couldn't stop gaping. Her hips rolled forward, pulling him painfully and blissfully deeper.

His hand found her hip and gently pinned her still beneath him. She bit her lip as he slowly pulled back, releasing her of the burning pressure inside until only his tip stretched her entrance. Then she forgot how much it had hurt. Suddenly it didn't matter; she felt strangely empty without him filling her, despite how much it hurt. She wanted him again.

Thor read her mind and slammed home again, harder and deeper than before. Her hips bucked and the scream shattered from her.

"Thor!" Imogen's nails dug so hard into Thor's skin she was sure it would leave marks, but he didn't seem to notice, his eyes still half clouded with lust. She didn't want to ruin it for him... but he was so big and she was struggling. She screwed her eyes shut. "Oh gods..."

The gods arm laced behind her back and arched her body to him, his length moving within her. She could feel everything; so thick, so long, pressing against the back of her canal, fully sheathed within her body. She could feel him pulsing and her inner muscles flexed and tensed instinctively, trying to pull him in deeper though there was nowhere for him to go.

Her body was starting to accept him, the pain beginning to subside to an ache. A needy ache. Imogen rolled her hips again and was rewarded with some glorious sliding friction; Thor eased out of her tantalisingly slow.

Imogen moaned - then cried out as the god filled her again.

"Thor," she gasped, spreading her legs wider to try and take more of him into her. "Please!"

Thor settled his body over hers, so his lips were by her ear. He was sensitive to the feel of her body beneath his, her breasts pushing up against his chest, her cool, flat stomach...

His breath washed over her ear. "No."

Imogen groaned, hips lifting to try and urge him on, rolling into a rhythm. Thor's hand stiffened on her hip and stilled her. He'd waited a long time for this; he wasn't going to rush it. He could just stay like this forever, just buried within her. But he could feel Imogen's passions rising and knew it would not be enough for her.

Her body sung to him. Her skin was on fire, licking his with heat that made his hips flex inside her, his length pulsing hard, seeking release. Thor held himself back.

His tip brushed over something inside her that made Imogen's body clench and her eyes pop open. Her lips parted, a shuddering breath leaving them.

Thor sought it out once more.

His tip found that spot again and pressed into it hard, his muscles working to apply the pressure that gauged multiple cries from Imogen's lips. Thor's mouth descended on hers, drinking in the glorious sound from her lips as if he needed it to breath. He kept up on that spot, revelling in the way Imogen's sighs sped up.

He was surprising himself. This gentle technique was something new to him. Usually he powered into his lover with everything he had, until his released tore through him. Now though, he had something he cared about. He didn't want to break through Imogen, no longer seeking merely his own pleasure. He wanted to milk them both of their release, so they could share the euphoria as one.

But now that he had her secret, he could satisfy them both at last. He slid back, then thrust back against that place inside her. Imogen's body bucked and she clung to him.

Thor gave her what she wanted.

His thrusts found a steady rhythm, every time hitting that spot inside her that made her scream and clench. He thought her body was simply too overwhelmed, the pleasurable assault on her secret spot leaving her helpless. Thor gathered her up in his arms, lips travelling over her cheek bones, over her jaw to her neck, sucking her skin in perfect timing with his thrusts. He'd leave his mark both inside and out.

Imogen's cries were simply music to him. They were a delicious combination of helplessness, begging, lust, pain... every emotion possible - all stirred up by him. For him. She was his now - and a particularly accurate hit on the back of her walls reminded her of it.

His lips moved to tenderly kiss away the beads of moisture in the corners of her eyes as he sped up his movements, arms tightening to still her writhing body. He was loving this; driving her insane with pleasure. It was as if this was what he was made for, what he was destined for. Imogen sucked in a far from steady breath trying to compose herself now that he'd eased up on the spot inside her, replacing it with delicious friction and speed. Her fingers laced through his hair, brushing it back from his face as she levelled her face with his.

"Oh gods." her voice trembled, and she tossed her head back into the pillows as Thor couldn't resist hitting her pleasure spot again. A throaty cry left her lips. "Oh, Thor." she groaned, fingers clenching in his locks as she brought her face to his again. "Uhn... this is incredible!"

A shaky breath left the god's lips as his hips started to buck faster. Her words were driving him on, hips lifting to meet him thrust for thrust as they both worked to reach their completion. Imogen's tight heat, milking his aching manhood inside her... he was starting to lose control. He could feel Imogen's moisture build slightly, making it easier for him to slide in and out of her. He quickened his thrusts. His gut started to clench in anticipation.

"I thought you ..." Thor drove into her. It wouldn't be long now, he thought. He wanted to fully claim her, animalistic instincts leading him on. "Had done this before?"

He didn't know what made him ask it. He was sure he was beyond caring now.

Imogen's hands clenched in his hair, guiding his hot mouth down to her pert chest. "Ah! No..." she gasped. "We touched. But we never... he never..."

Thor got her meaning.

So she was a virgin after all. Thor grinned wickedly against her breast, letting his teeth nip at the bud teasingly. His ego shot up; she was his. Fully. He was her first. No man had claimed her before, all the onslaught of pleasure completely his doing.

He let himself go. His hips powered into her, relishing the way she clawed to him, as he were the only thing keeping her alive, the only thing she needed now. Every clench of her body sent shockwaves through Thor, starting to push the tension in his gut over the edge. He started to quiver.

Thor could feel her inner walls milking him tighter than ever before, making him shout out from the intensity. She started to clench, her sighs and moans fast.

And then he lost himself.

He let out a guttural groan as the tension in his gut snapped. He buried himself deep inside Imogen and crushed her to his chest, feeling her walls grip him too tight to move as he spilled his seed inside her, roaring his claiming triumph. Imogen's body writhed and shook, trembling violently in his arms as her release crashed over her, her juices clashing with Thor's inside her body. His white hot seed shot deep inside her.

She went limp in his arms, and Thor listened to her breaths as the last of his load filled her, coating her insides. Her body slumped on the bed and her legs loosened at the god's sides.

Thor felt his arms go weak and he crashed down onto his shoulder beside her, not letting up his hold around her for a second. He pulled her over with him, leg resting on his hip as she caught her breath. Thor did the same.

He held her body flush with his, feeling their racing heartbeats fight for supremacy. Her eyes stayed shut, arm slacking over his neck. The god reached up behind him and his fingers tangled with hers, easing her palm down from his hair to his cheek, all the way down until her fingers flattened over his left breast. Imogen didn't fight him.

He could feel her heartbeat settling, her breaths slowing to a calm rate. And then softer still.

His fingers left hers to rest over his heart and hooked gently under her chin, lifting her face up to his. Her lips parted numbly. Thor smiled; she looked so adorable, so completely knocked out as she fell from the high of her first orgasm.

He leaned down and grazed his lips tenderly over hers, feeling her try weakly to kiss him back. God, he loved her! His arms hugged her as he rolled onto his back, easing himself out of her as he did so. He kept her cradled to his side.

Her head lolled onto his shoulder. A content moan left her lips.

Thor let her rest, her spent body slowly passing out on his. His mouth was stretched in a satisfied smirk; this night had been perfect. He'd satisfied his need for Imogen, he'd claimed her maidenhood, he'd fulfilled his fantasies... and gods, he loved her every more than before. Odin bless her parents! Bless her mother's illness even - without it, he never would have met this wondrous creature.

He pulled the sheets over their two exhausted bodies, and knew that Imogen would sleep well. Oh, he very satisfied. He'd claimed her maidenhood. Staked his claim on her. If Imogen was somehow gone from his side, at least he could hold that high and proud. He wasn't just another night of passion for her: he was her first night of passion. He'd drawn from her her first orgasm. He'd been the first one to break her barriers. He'd been the first one to discover that spot inside her that even she hadn't known about.

His mind slipped into the pleasantries of dreams, following Imogen to the blissful depths of sleep.