Six months later…

Thor stared up from his back, skin tingling at being so fully exposed to the air.

He had no complains though as his wife rose up his body to straddle him, her knees either side of his waist. The wreath of white and blue flowers still crowned her head, her cheeks flushed with happiness.

"I love you." Imogen sighed as she leaned forward to press a soft, loving kiss to her new husband's lips. She let her weight drop back into her hips, letting the pressure grind her against Thor's true happiness, fighting with the tangled of her dress to reach her skin. She moaned lightly against Thor's mouth.

The god's hands found her knees and crept up her shapely thighs, revealing more of her delicious skin to him as he slowly disrobed her. She had already had the pleasure with him. It was only fair…

His loins were on fire as Imogen tugged the flowing white material of her wedding dress over her head, body stretching upwards.

Her bulging belly stood out proudly.

Thor's hand rose to cup the skin that covered his baby, leaning forward to press a kiss to her belly button. She was beautiful – all of her.

Imogen let him adore her stomach as his hand roamed to oh so gently trace the pad of his thumb over her nipples. In her sensitive state though, he was careful not to apply too much pressure.

There was little want for it anyway, as the newlyweds' impatience got the better of them: Imogen sighed heatedly as she sank back down onto his great length, body already fully sensitized to him. Thor's hands gripped her hips as she engulfed him, thrusting his hips firmly upwards to fill her more resolutely.

Imogen's body clenched in pleasure.

Her fingertips hovered over her husband's glorious abdominal muscles, feeling them work as his hips fought to find deeper depths to her body.

Imogen fell forward as pleasure left her numb and weak, hands falling squarely either side of his head. Her glorious dark locks, the strands that normally framed her face twisted back to the back of her head, fell around them, immersing them in a shield of their own stolen desires.

Her heated sighs washed over her husband's face and Imogen ground her hips down into his, feeling him lift beneath her, thrusting deep. A cry was wrenched from her throat, thick with lust as he stretched her in ways that made her core throb with desire. Her hips lifted, glorifying in the delicious friction … then Thor's hand found her hip and slammed her down again. The god threw his head back against the pillows, reveling in the feel of his woman.

His hips arched up to meet her as her pelvis ground needily into his. He laced his fingers through her hair, a ragged breath torn from his lung as her body clenched around him, searching for release.

Thor lifted his hips clean off the bed with his next thrust and smirked in satisfaction as Imogen cried out, head thrown back, eyes falling shut in ecstasy. He pressed a loving kiss to her forehead as she came back to him, dropping to her elbows either side of his head.

Her baby bump rubbed against Thor's stomach, but Thor was more preoccupied with the more intimate part of her anatomy he was rubbing himself against. Her womanhood sheathed him so perfectly as it always did, but this was different. This time, the tip of his member fighting to reach as deep inside her as it could, it meant something – this time, he was claiming his wife for the first time.

The wreath of flowers from their wedding still laced around her head – albeit, a little askew. The memories were still fresh in the god's head.

He could taste the honey from the mead on Imogen's tongue as she kissed him, knowing he must taste of it too. So sweet, so heavenly. The had ate the fruit of the harvest, drank to their future as the crisp autumn leaves of the trees swirled around them in the gardens, as if nature itself was congratulating them. His parents had smiled, and Imogen's had beamed.

The god felt the chill of the ring on his finger, and he reached for Imogen's hand to find hers. The things that tied them as claimed to each other. The thick bands of gold seemed to glow between them.

"Ah!"

Imogen's eyes glazed over as she ground her hips more insistently on Thor's, feeling her inner muscles clench and squeeze him tightly.

Thor's hand on her hip guided her to slam down harder, teeth baring at the flood of power it brought him. His hips powered up into her flesh, drawing more cries and mewls from his new wife.

Weakness crashed through her knees, her gut knotting in anticipation of what was to come. Her mouth fell open in high pitched whimpers as Thor hammered her home.

Thor raced to free them both, his mind still swamped in the glorious memories of their wedding day, accentuating every one with a deep thrust. Carrying Imogen over the threshold of their new marriage chambers – thrust. The way she'd cast down the sword he gave her as she attacked his clothes – thrust. How she now rode him, bringing the god so close he couldn't help the moans leaving him – thrust.

His hands fist in her glorious hair as his hips lost control, groaning as he chased down his end. She'd have to tie her hair back after this night, in public at least. Thor would miss the way it flowed, but he'd live with it any day for what it told the world – she was married. To him.

"Uhn!" Imogen's heart was racing under her breast, feeling her body start to mercifully clench. "Thor! Oh gods, I love you!"

Warmth flooded through her, penetrating as deep as her core as she came, her body trembling and writhing as it consumed her. Thor's arms wrapped around her and he lifted himself more upright, hugging her body close as she shook.

He buried his face in the side of her neck, breathing in her scent. Her body clutched him tightly, and his mouth fell open in a loud, solid groan as she milked him of his release.

His loins burst and he slammed Imogen's hips down to take him as his seed ripped from his body. "I love you." He sighed over and over, in a voice so low and dark and thick with lust he was almost ashamed of himself. Imogen's groan soon drowned it out. "Imogen."

The god let a contented sigh leave him as the last of his load embedded itself in Imogen's lush body. He let his arms fold around her as they both fell back into the sheets. She was breathing hard, her heart hammering with his, as if fighting with their ribcages to reach on another. Thor tangled his fingers in her hair again and pulled her in for a bruising kiss.

Imogen moaned into it, her fingers finding Thor's and lacing together. The gods thumb stroked over the ring on her finger.

"You're mine now." He breathed huskily against her lips, before trailing down over her jaw to her neck. "Wife."

Imogen's hand fisted his hair, holding him to ravish her neck. "Husband."

He was still sheathed inside her body, and as her hips ground instinctively, Thor felt his need for her resurface all over again. "You have no idea what you do to me, woman." He growled, letting his teeth nip at her neck.

The gasp ran through her, making her body shiver. Thor glimpsed her seductive flash of teeth as she sat back on him, pulling herself away. Her hips circled over his and Thor couldn't help but moan, feeling the sparks of her movements entice him all over again. It sent shockwaves of need through him, and his eyes blazed with a fresh lust.

Imogen's violet orbs held it too, smirking with satisfaction. The little minx, Thor growled appreciatively in his head, as she rubbed her pelvis firmly against his. "Oh, I think I do."

NOTE

And so we come to a close. This was never going to last very long anyway. Still, it was fun trying out a new writing angle for once.

Thanks for reading, and I'm sure some people wanted a bit more, but… meh, we'll see if something comes to me. As I said though, it was never intended to be that long. Thirteen chapters already exceeded my original plan! This was just mean to be an experiment to see if I was any good at writing more advanced material.

But I might do more in future.

Thanks for reading!

P.S - there's nothing wrong with sex during pregnancy, guys.