Chapter 9

Imogen woke, feeling warm. The smile was already on her face as she wound her arms up over her head stretching them and squirming her lower body to work out her waist and hips.

The place between her legs felt well-tended to.

Her eyes peeled open sleepily and rolled to her side. Her empty side. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows and stared with a hint of sadness at where her lover had lain, now painfully bare. Sure, she wished that he'd been there to kiss her good morning but... a smile spread more fully on her lips at the thought that she'd be able to tell him tonight. He'd most definitely call for her again now. And she'd come running for him.

Every inch of her body felt relaxed and cared for. Her breasts were still pleasantly tingling from the god's rough touch, her core just... wow, how could she describe it?

So that was what it was like to have sex, she thought, running her hands through her hair. Amazing. She wasn't sure if all intimacies were as mind blowing or if Thor was just acutely godly in his abilities, but Imogen was willing to bet it was the latter. The man must surely be a god of sex as well as thunder! And he'd been so kind to her; he hadn't ripped apart her virgin body - he'd coaxed her. Eased her. Soothed her.

He truly was incredible. Imogen doubted she'd ever meet such a glorious person in all of her life. Thor was just... perfect. So powerful, yet gentle. So bold, yet soft. So desired, yet so loyal to her.

Imogen slipped from the bed, her legs feeling numb. She loved it. For as reluctant as she'd been when he'd first proposed their arrangement, she was somewhat mad at herself now. All those times he'd been slept right next to her, so longing for her body and she'd missed out on such a wonderful experience due to her stubborn pride.

She'd be sure to make up for lost time later!

She padded happily to the wardrobe across the room, opening the doors and leafing through the garments inside. Thor had made room for some of her dresses so she had some attire to leave his chambers in. She couldn't leave there naked. Her work dress was amongst them.

At least, it should be.

The frown nudged on her brow as she passed the place where she'd left her work gown, an empty hanger now taking it's spot. Where was it? It should be there. She couldn't go to work without it. And there were royal chambers to be cleaned! Her fingers rummaged frantically through the hangers, before it settled in her mind officially - it was gone. Her maid's gown was gone.

Her eyes hovered over the hanger where it should be, disbelief written all over her face. Her lips parted in question.

Then she noticed the paper.

Tucked over the bottom of the empty hanger was a folded piece of paper, and her fingers plucked it free, ice already washing through her system. She had a bad feeling about this.

It was justified almost immediately by the message scrawled in black ink: 'I said you were not to work. I meant it.'

For a moment, Imogen just froze, feeling her rage creep into her system. Then her fingers started to crumple the note until it was a pitiful crushed mass within her fist. The crunch of the stiff material's destruction was satisfying to her ears.

Good mood - evaporated.

That bastard, she thought, tossing the note across the room and ripping a random dress from the wardrobe. She hauled it angrily over her head. He better not have, she thought dangerously, turning on her heel and taking great care to slam the door of the prince's chambers loudly behind her. If he had relieved her of her job...

Her feet stormed her through the corridors, and she was vaguely reminded of the day she'd snuck out of Thor's room. He must have sought her out with a similar blaze through his body, a similar rage leading him. So that was it - revenge? Yes, she worked out, eyes narrowing at the door she knew she'd find the god behind. He was getting revenge for that day. Gods, she was going to kill him!

She knew what she was doing was outrageous and that she'd probably suffer some sort of consequences because of it, but as her hands pushed open the heavy doors of the training room, she hardly cared. Bring it on.

Her eyes found Thor instantly amongst the lines of spears, hammers axes, swords - all manner of deadly weapons lining the wall. Her god was on the sparring mat, wielding his hammer and swinging it in skilful manoeuvres against his invisible enemy. Imogen would have been impressed if she hadn't been so, well, pissed off.

And he was alone. She blinked back her surprise that not even one of his warrior friends were working out with him, but she didn't linger on it long.

His solitude only made her task easier.

"Thor!"

The god swung round in a heartbeat, instinctively raising his hammer above his head. Imogen froze in her advance, her palms shooting upwards.

She cursed the move instantly - as if Thor would ever attack her! And now she'd made herself look weak. She didn't even bother hiding her scowl as they both lowered their arms to their sides.

Thor smiled, and sighed a breath. "Imogen." He let his hammer drop from his hand to the floor with a heavy thud.

His armour glinted majestically and Imogen had to fight to not think of the hot, sweaty muscles beneath, all for her, all at her disposal when he loved her to the brink of madness -

She snapped her mind to focus fast. "Where's my uniform?" she cut to the chase.

Thor blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. His smile started to slip. Then it hit home and his face smoothed out, eyes brightening in understanding. "Ah," he nodded, carefully avoiding her eye. Not afraid. Not timidly. Just...skilfully. "I disposed of it. I did warn you I did not like you to work but you refused to listen to me, so I took the matter into my own hands. You are not a maid servant anymore. I forbid it."

"You..." Imogen's eye twitched. "Forbid it?!" Her nerve snapped and she crossed the room like a woman possessed. She was sure if Thor hadn't been alone, someone would have had her removed by now. Thor made no move to retaliate as her fingers hooked in the neck of his armour and tugged him closer. "Look you." her eyes narrowed. "I want to work-"

"Whereas I do not, and with me being the prince, my word is superior to yours." he purred with a smirk.

Imogen took note of his hands creeping up her waist.

"Did you enjoy last night?"

Her heart dropped to her stomach. Did she enjoy it?! It had only been the best night of her existence! She couldn't tell him that of course. His ego would shoot through the roof and she was supposed to be mad at him. Her hanging jaw probably gave the game away though.

"What are you doing here?" she finally stammered, steering away from her gross embarrassment. She could feel the flame of her cheeks. Thor's enticingly rubbing hands on her body weren't helping either.

The god's smirk deepened. "I am training." he murmured in a voice that made Imogen's knees go weak. Gods, she loved him - and hated him. He claimed her hand on his armour and eased it up to the throbbing muscles on his neck. Her eyes fluttered shut. "I must ensure I keep up my physique for you."

Moisture slicked between her legs in a heartbeat, feeling his pulse through his neck; oh gods, her mind breathed - all that power was for her.

And the rest of him too: those broad pecs, his hard, defined abs, every inch of his body lined with powerful, solid muscle. And the muscles in his back, the ones that gave him such a force to drive into her body like he had last night.

A squeak left Imogen's lips.

Thor chuckled.

Imogen was finding it hard to remember what she'd came here for now. Her mind was swamped with thoughts of Thor's glorious naked body...

Then suddenly she was stood alone on the mats and her eyes snapped open. Her body felt cold where Thor's hands had been a few moments ago. She wanted his touch again. Her sharp, glaring eyes found him across the room, relieving the weapons rack of two swords as easily as if they were made of paper.

Imogen gulped as he strode back to her. "Here." he said, spinning one sword lightly in his hand so he held it easily by the hand guards, the hilt out to her. "Train with me."

Her eyes shot to his in disbelief. "W-what?"

Thor's eyes looked calm and serious. "Take the sword and train with me." he said, stepping forward. Imogen stepped back. "I can teach you to defend yourself."

Imogen's hands found her hips, eyes lingering suspiciously on the sword. He couldn't really want to fight with her. She didn't even think she could lift the damned thing! She arched a sassy eyebrow. "And I need to defend myself... why?"

"Because you are mine." Thor answered simply, voice dropping a tone. "Fight, in case someone dares to forget it."

Imogen tried to ignore the pool of aching heat in between her legs. She reached for the sword. She had to shut him up somehow; every word that left his lips seemed to make her just want him more. Maybe the fighting would be a good distraction. She was sure the humiliation would drown out her lust when she failed pitifully.

"These are the lightest swords we own." Thor explained as his hand pulled away, surrendering the sword to Imogen's strength. The blade bowed, but she didn't let it touch ground.

Her teeth gritted. "Not so bad." she grunted, fighting to lift it a bit more. She didn't relent until it was more than parallel with the ground.

Thor smirked, and spun his own sword casually with an effortless flick of his wrist. Then he speared the mats with it.

Imogen froze still as he wondered forward, then behind her. His arms reached around her body and his hands closed around hers on the hilt. He lifted the sword lifted higher. "Let me show you." he breathed in her ear, making Imogen sigh a shuddering breath.

She was oh so aware of his touch. Her back was against his chest, his hands hot over hers. His biceps either side of her shoulders pushed her upper arms closer, pressing her breasts together so the cleavage bloomed from the already low neckline of her dress2. She gulped, her throat running dry. Gods, her body was calling for him. She wanted him to touch her again.

And Thor knew it too. Imogen's hips leaned back curiously and she was rewarded with his most definite arousal pressing against her rear.

A broken breath left her lips.

"When someone attacks you with a downward strike," he purred seductively in her ear. There was so way he didn't know what he was doing to her. "You block from above. Lie this."

Imogen's arms were too weak to resist as Thor angled the sword high and horizontal, peeling her crossing arm away so only their right hand's held the sword up. Imogen's arm started to tremble, though Thor was taking nearly the full weight of the weapon. There was no way Imogen could ever do any of this without his help!

"Make sure you always use the flat of the blade." his voice went on smoothly. "If you use the edge, your opponent could run his blade off the end and go for a second strike." His free hand suddenly pressed firmly into her gut, pulling her body back flush against his. Imogen's mouth dropped open with a gasp, feeling his bulging manhood grind into her from behind. She was surprised her own arousal wasn't dripping down her legs! "Here."

His voice was so rough, so deadly, something inside Imogen broke and a quiet, squeaking moan left her lips. Her thighs clenched to try and hold herself together.

His fingers travelled lower and pressed into her sensitive mound from over the skirt of her dress. His keen fingers found her clit and he ground the pad of his thumb into it eagerly. It seemed Imogen wasn't the only one getting hot and bothered, the god leaning his hips unmistakably into hers.

Imogen's inner muscles flexed for him. "Thor."

Her head rolled back onto his shoulder and her breaths started to catch in her throat as the god applied more accurate pressure through her gown. Her hips rolled to urge him on.

Thor groaned, the noise sounding wonderfully rough and animalistic in Imogen's ear. His hips ground against hers, his fingers slipping between her legs.

He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Take me back, Imogen wished. She longed for him to just take her back to his chambers and screw her mindless again as he had last night. She wouldn't mind not working as a maid if all her working hours were spent in that glorious, blissful way in the God of Thunder's bed with him between her legs! She was starting to sound like the harlot Elga had first accused her of being.

As long as she was Thor's harlot, she didn't care. She'd be a whore as long as it was he who made her so.

"How had it felt?" he sighed heavily in her ear, voice deep and rumbling from his chest. Imogen longed to feel the bare skin of his hot chest on hers. "Tell me... how had your first time felt?"

Imogen gasped as his fingers rubbed her core through the material of her dress. "Sex?"

Thor shifted his hand so his fingers rubbed firmly over her wet slit and his thumb ground into her clit. Imogen let out a high pitched whine. "Making love." The god corrected in a voice so soft it made her heart melt out of her chest.

Her head swooned dizzily. "You love me?"

She held her breath as the sword clattered to the ground, and Thor's fingers tangled with hers. He spun her round, his lips crashing down on hers as his body drove her back. Imogen had taken mild notice of the low wooden cabinet before, but now it was her new best friend as Thor lifted her up and sat her on its top. He nestled himself between her thighs, his hard erection pressing into her core.

Imogen's hands clawed at his hair, body singing with pleasure. Her lungs were burning for air but she wouldn't break the kiss for anything. No way.

Thor's lips moved from hers and kissed over the rest of her, treasuring every shred of exposed skin. Imogen heaved in a breath, chest rising and falling well as the god lavished the base of her throat.

"Yes," he breathed hot over her cleavage. "Yes. Yes." His arms wound round her back and their bodies mashed together.

Imogen groaned hard. "Well then." she breathed as levelly as she could. "Why don't we - uhn - move this to your chambers, hm?"

Thor didn't need any more encouragement: he lifted Imogen off the cabinet and she laughed as he flung her over his shoulder, marching her back to his chambers. Oh, she could get used to this!