Chapter 10

"You know," Thor purred one night. "You should work for what I pay you."

Imogen arched a sassy eyebrow and paused in slipping her dress over her shoulders. "Who's the girl who's been having sex with you for the last week?"

Thor cocked his head to the side, giving her a knowing look. "You know I am not paying you for that. You mean more to me that that. And you know I don't like you phrasing our intimacies like that."

"How else would you have me say it?" she asked, throwing her arms to the sides questioningly. "It is sex. You in me. That's sex!"

The god rolled his eyes and wondered forward, wrapping his arms around her loosely clothed body. The straps on her shoulders slipped down further at te contact. Thor pulled her closer, letting his crystal blue orbs melt with her molten violet ones. "It is coupling. It is making love. It is not mindless, meaningless sex. You should not degrade what we do, Imogen."

Imogen tipped her face up to his and gave him a sickeningly sweet smile. "So what services would you have me do to earn my wages? You've already done away with my maid's job."

Thor chuckled and grazed his lips softly over hers, prying her lips apart with his tongue. It lazily trailed around her mouth, touching loosely with hers as he kissed her long and deep, drawing her arms from her sides to around his waist. When he pulled away, Imogen let out a long, contented sigh.

"Well," he murmured. "You could help me."

"Help you what?"

His eyes glinted alluringly and his fingers found hers behind her back, peeling them forward again. He guided her fingertips to the neck of his armour.

"Well," he purred on, hands finding the small of her back and easing her hips forward to brush over the bulge in his trousers. Her eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open as the pressure touched against her clit. "This armour is awfully hard to remove by oneself. And extra pair of nimble hands would be most appreciated."

Her eyes lifted open, dark and glittering. The smile slowly started to stretch on Imogen's lips as his plan unravelled to her. Oh yes - she'd definitely do those sort of services! She ran her fingers across his broad, metal plated chest and over his shoulders, touching over the weak points she knew to be there, but applying zero pressure. She knew how to take off Thor's breast and back plate; she'd watched him do it himself enough nights to know its secrets.

Thor's eyes stayed locked on hers, her molten violet orbs swirling her tease. She could read the building impatience in Thor's eyes: he wanted to feel her hands on his bare body as much as she did. She bit her lip in anticipation.

Sensing his body tense, Imogen quickly tapped and jabbed at the necessary points on his armour before Thor could rip it off himself. She stepped back as it fell away.

Her hands flew back to his glorious muscular chest - and she groaned in frustration. The scaled armour wouldn't be coming off at her hand.

Thor chuckled and reached for his hammer behind Imogen's back. A metallic humming whistled through Imogen's ears and she moved her hands safely to his neck as a light thud nudged Thor's fist against her back. She wasn't sure how his armour would fall; it rained beautifully from his body and Imogen roamed her hands south the moment his shirt covered body was revealed to her. A sharp catch on the top of her thigh proved her to be right to have kept her hands away from the falling metal.

"Ow." She twitched instinctively. Her eyes shot downwards as the sharp pain nipped into the middle of her thigh, tearing her gaze away from the gods.

Her frowning orbs found her gown stained with a small streak of red. Her jaw dropped – the shards were sharp enough to draw blood? How can something that melted into air be so vicious?! Her hands hung over Thor's pecs as his gaze followed hers.

His hand crept round her hip and his fingers trailed gently to the wound. Imogen's body tingled at his tender touch, so light she could have missed it through her skirt! His lips drifted open.

Before Imogen had a chance to tell him it didn't matter – even though it stung like hell – Thor dropped down to one knee, and where her hands had been on his chest were now in his hair. The breath hitched in her throat as the god's spare hand cupped the back of her thigh and teased it forward out from the line of her body. "Thor." She breathed, head tipping back slightly in anticipation.

His finger touched her ankle and lifted the dress tantalizingly slow up her leg, revealing more of her creamy shins and thighs to him. Imogen held her breath, the contact like electricity.

Then Thor leaned in and ghosted his hot breath over her skin. "Hush."

Imogen bit her lip as his hands clamped firmly either side of her thigh, holding it still. His lips were so close to her leg, hovering over her small wound. Blood welled on the surface of her thigh. Her mind was lost to a haze as Thor's lips touched down feather light onto her skin, his tongue pooling over her cut. Her body arched as his mouth closed over it and he sucked hard.

"Agh!" She tried to fight the wave of lust that was quickly aching between her legs, hand fisting in Thor's locks.

"Nothing should mark you." Thor murmured, easing from sucking her thigh to trail his tongue tantalizingly around her cut. Her leg felt weak, and she clung to him for support. His lips planted heated kisses over her thigh, hands roaming down to her calf and behind to her rear, dragging her dress with him. "Nothing but me."

Imogen wished she could angle his head but he wouldn't budge, the ache between her thighs going untended to. Her leg swayed out to the side, opening herself to him hopefully.

Thor teasingly trailed his lips down to the inside of her thigh, but pulled away smoothly, his fingers taking the place of his mouth. He rubbed keen circles into her skin. Imogen flopped her head forward again, eyes staring darkly at him through her eyelashes.

He grinned cheekily.

"You." Imogen's voice was low and husky as she hooked her fingers in the neck of his shirt, fuelling the heated pressure of her centre. "Up."

Thor's strong thighs easily rose him to his feet at her throaty command, his eyes held firmly by hers. Her dark swirling violet orbs were simply irresistible. He felt his groin twitch eagerly. His hands found her waist and he hungrily devoured her lips, letting her taste the rustic tang of her blood on his mouth. Her tongue darted out to meet his half way. Her knees melted. Thor's arm grabbed around her waist, catching her before she fell back and holding her body flush with his as he deepened the kiss further. His tongue probed her mouth possessively.

His spare hand traced to her backside and lifted her, placing her down on the bed as if she were as delicate as china. Her thighs rested either side of his hips as he leaned over her. His hot erection pressed into her core.

Imogen sighed and her fingers found his hair again. "Thor." Her eyes fluttered shut at her own lustful tone. "Please."

His hips rocked deliciously into hers but the sensation was dulled by the fabric of their clothing. Imogen growled; she shot her hands to the top of her dress with every intention of ripping it off her.

Thor found her fingers and pinned them to the bed either side of her head. "No." he growled, a suddenly harsh possessiveness washing through his gentle features. His hips dug hard into hers and Imogen's legs twitched with need. "You're mine."

Imogen could offer no other response than a high pitched squeak at his words. She loved being his. She'd give up her life to be his. Her thighs opened wider, hoping to tempt him in.

He was too good for that though. Had too much control. His teeth nipped at Imogen's neck as he pulled way, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips with him. The wicked grin on his lips told her he'd heard it. He straightened up and offered down a hand for her.

So teasing was the game, she thought to herself as she slid her hand in his and he eased her upright again. Idea's started to swirl through her mind. Alright, I can accommodate that.

She let him pull her in closer, resting her hands on his strong chest. His hands hovered on her hips easing her against the hardness in his trousers. Her body sung, and it was absolute torture for her to peel her body back away from him. Her hands stayed in place as she built up the courage for what she was about to do; teasing the God of Thunder… she couldn't think of anything more reckless. And with his impatience, he wouldn't make it easy.

Her fingers trailed down his chest, tracing his hard ab muscles through his shirt with leisure. Gods, he was so yummy, she thought breathlessly. Truly, he was flawless. Her fingertips played teasingly with the hem of his shirt as they reached journey's end and she bit her lip in anticipation.

Then her fingertips crept up the material and she flattened her palms over his warm skin. She resisted the urge to throw her head back and moan… but, oh gods, he was just incredible! A body like this surely earned him every letter of the title god.

Her hands explored the canvas of his body, tracing every hard ab muscle delicately with her finger nails. She felt him tense underneath the touch and grinned wickedly.

She started to move upwards, lifting her gaze with her hands; she found his bright blue eyes easily. They stared down at her dark and lustful, and she caught every heavy, heaving breath that inflated through his chest. Her fingers dragged firmly up his body, taking her shirt with him, until she ran her hands over the firm curve of his pecs and kept them there. She searched for his heartbeat beneath the golden skin.

Her eyes sparkled when she felt it. The steady – though not so slow – thump pounded through his body, betraying her true effect on him. His hand trailed from her waist, up her arm to cover her hand over his heart.

Her eyebrows lifted, and she nudged her hands up slightly. "Are you going to help me, or not?" She wanted his shirt off alright, but there was no way she could reach the damn thing over his head. He was way too tall!

He seemed to work out what she was asking and smirked.

Imogen tried not to look too irritated as he took his sweet time seeking the hem of his shirt and oh-so-slowly peeled it from his body. Her teeth gritted to hold back her remarks. Then more of his glorious golden skin was revealed to her and her snaps dropped to her stomach. Her heart fluttered; he was just as magnificent as she remembered. The muscles rippled enticingly in his stomach as he pulled the last of the shirt over his head, grin settled in place at her slack jawed expression.

She didn't even care about his cocky smirk, nor the casual fling of his shirt to the side. Her hands twitched in the air.

Then she sunk in.

Her eyes blissfully fluttered shut as she fawned forward, fingers and lips latching onto his body. She couldn't help herself. Her mouth flew to his collar bone and kissed his skin, so hot it was almost sizzling against her lips. Her fingers traced his defined ab muscles greedily.

She thought he would pull her up to his mouth, to at least slow her hungry progress down. She was greatly surprised then when his fingers laced through her hair as her mouth guided south.

She kissed down, over the curve of his pec muscles down to the centre of his torso. Her hands cradled his hips as she traced her mouth over his stomach muscles, hardly daring to believe that all this yummy body was hers for the taking. Her tongue dipped out of her mouth, trailing around his perfect physique. She licked and kissed and lapped at every inch of muscle she could reach, all the while moving further and further south.

She dropped down to her knees as her breath ghosted over the waistband of his trousers. Her fingers dug into his hips.

Her sharp violet eyes snapped up to his face.

She didn't even need to say it; his hands clawed to remove his trousers. Imogen stayed on her knees, waiting patiently as the god scrambled to free himself from the garment. She blinked up at him innocently as he stood before her again, boot and trouser-less, completely naked. All for her.

Her sassy eyes popped as he settled in front of he again, his real enthusiasm to see her all too obvious. Her lips flickered in a smile.

Her gaze was captivated unashamedly on his hard manhood as it hovered in front of her face in a way that made her mouth water. Oh gods! Her hand reached up and grasped him firmly at the base, earning a hissing gasp from the god in question. She licked her lips eagerly.

The tip of his erection glistened with moisture, and her heart was thudding as her mouth instinctively moved in. Her breath on him made him shiver. Her tongue darted out and pressed to his tip, curious to taste him…but then she couldn't pull away as she'd intended; some invisible force linked her to him and she couldn't withdraw, pressing her lips forward to cover the very tip of his arousal lovingly.

Thor's fingers locked in her hair again and Imogen felt his body tense. She didn't let herself stop, knowing she'd lose her nerve if she did. Her hands found his hips again, sturdying him as she dipped forward and took more of him into her mouth.

Then she really did second guess herself. Doubts started to crop in her mind as to if she'd bitten off more than she could chew – his girth stretched her lips so much it nearly hurt! His finger's clenched in her hair though, cupping her head and subtly easing her forward. She obliged, and sucked hard to take more of him in at once.

She could feel Thor's hips buck forward into her mouth and she stopped her progress, gagging as he hit the back of her throat, filling the warm cavern of her mouth completely.

He let out a throaty moan.

Imogen gave her jaw a rest as she prepared herself to go on. She gulped as best she could with him in her mouth – and Thor sighed her name in ecstasy.

She pulled back slowly, dragging the tip of her tongue along his underside as she did so. When she had enough room in her mouth to do so, she started to experiment a bit. She tried to let her confidence guide her so she wouldn't back out as her tongue pressed once again into his tip, collecting the moisture that leaked from him.

She tried every enticing thing that she could think of: she darted her tongue against his tip, swirled over the head and trailed up and down his length, before fawning low and smothering him with her lips again as if wiping the board blank.

Then she slid her lips up his length, and started to find a rhythm. Thor's hips moved in time with her mouth, withdrawing and engulfing himself in perfect correspondence with her movements.

A weak frown started to nudge into Imogen's features. She forced her mouth up and down him, moving faster to distract herself from the wincing ache in the corners of her jaw. Gods, he was so big. When he was inside her it felt incredible, but like this… this was starting to get more than a little uncomfortable.

She pushed on, sucking and clamping her mouth around him to pry an encouraging response. She got it in the form of clenching fingers and deeper hip thrusting.

A whimper was choked from her. How much longer could she last out, she started to wonder, not even sure what she was working towards. Her mouth was getting drier and drier, both from the friction of him thrusting himself in and out of her mouth and the saltiness of his precum.

Her nails clawed into his hips, not to stop him, just to channel her own pain.

Then the god started to unwind.

He let out a breathless groan and his hand clamped on the back of her head, holding her down as his hips lost control. He bucked wildly into her mouth. Imogen screwed her eyes even more firmly shut than before and bore it, listening to his moans.

"Ah!" he gasped. "Imogen!"

An especially hard buck rammed into the back of her throat and Imogen couldn't hold back the whimper/ moan that it drew from her.

The vibrations sent up the god's length pushed him over the edge: Imogen moaned for real this time as the god's hips stilled and his hand softened in her hair, an unfamiliar heat in her mouth. Then her mind started to piece it together.

Her body relaxed as the god came splendidly in her mouth, her pain lost in the relief. Relief that it was over, or purely that she could satisfy him in this way, she wasn't sure.

She pulled her mouth away and released him with a pop.

Her head felt woozy as she tasted the thick moisture that creamed the back of her throat, overpowered by its heady salty strength and the raw masculinity behind it.

She found herself eased up by Thor's strong hands and let him lay her down on the bed. Her eyes drooped – she was ready to sleep now! The experience had left her drowsy. And the taste didn't help. Thor hovered his body over hers, his arms trembling slightly, and grazed his lips over her parted mouth. She numbly reached her tongue up so he could taste himself on her.

Her eyes stayed sleepily shut and she could feel her consciousness slipping, Thor's soft kisses only lulling her deeper. Then his mouth vanished entirely and her head lolled.

She resigned herself to sleep, a small smile on her lips. Thor's body would still be there in the morning. She could vaguely feel him pressing against her leg, still semi-hard and evidently eager for more by the heat and proximity of his body. Tough, Imogen thought dreamily. He would have to wait.

Then Thor gripped the corners of her jaw sharply between his thumb and forefinger, and Imogen yelped, still aching from accommodating his girth for so long. Her eyes shot open – staring right into Thor's burning blue orbs.

Then he said the words that made her core fire up again, in a low, deadly, husky voice that made her slick: "I'm not finished with you yet."