Chapter 5

Thor was so hard for his wife it hurt, but he forced himself to slow down. At this rate, he'd shove Imgen down on the bed, tear her clothes off, and claim her as his even with their baby daughter still in his arms.

That wouldn't do.

Imogen wanted everything he had, not just some quick, mindless fuck. It would be hot... but she wanted more. She wanted him to treat her like he would have Linda, to explore her in every possible way like she was something new to him, for the slow, steady build up of passion to just consume them.

And leave Linda twitching with want of satisfaction by the end of it, knowing Thor would never be the one to give it to her.

Thor brushed his lips off Imogen's and tried to get his breath back. She did the same, laying her head down against his breast plate, misting up the metal with her gasps.

His fingers rose to run through her hair as he eyed up the bed behind her. It wasn't huge, but it was gracious, easily large enough to accomodate the prince and another, with room spare. It was hard to tell its comfort, but it mattered little, and he doubted it would be bad if it had been planned for him, the prince, to sleep in it, to entice him to this new woman. And now he would happily share it with his wife instead.

He planted a kiss to the crown of her head before he pulled away, remembering the child in his arms at last. He strode around her to the bed and ripped the sheet from the mattress, tossing it on the floor across the room from Linda. He could feel her watching every move he made, sulking in the corner bitterly. He didn't care as he settled his daughter down on the laid down sheet, kissing her forehead softly.

"Just you stay asleep." he murmured to the baby. "Sleep through all this, for the love of Odin's beard. Stay asleep."

He knew she couldn't understand him, but it couldn't stop him willing his words onto her. He did not want to have to break his and Imogen's lovemaking to tend to his child. That would only score points on Linda's front.

He was still kneeling when he felt Imogen's hands on his neck, running them over his shoulders and arms, though he scarcely felt them through his armour.

Well, he couldn't have that, he murmured in his head with a smirk. He stood and turned - and Imogen was in his arms effortlessly. She looked so small, with his muscled arms surrounding her, drawing her in close. She smiled up at him, eyes glittering like violet stars. Gods, that girl had nothing on her! His wife was a goddess.

His smirk flickered over his lips and he drew his hands back to her hips, just.. staring. Gods, he had the whole night to do whatever he wanted - as much as he wanted! - with this woman ... where did he start?

His hands roamed up, not kissing her; he wanted to look into her eyes as he touched her. His palms ran smoothly up her waist and curves, and he saddled sidewards slightly, so Linda could see exactly what she was missing out on. His hands stayed on the side of her torso as he stretched his thumbs up to Imogen's breasts, brushing over her nipples.

He grinned at her intake of breath as her nipples hardened under his circling touch, pressing against the fabric of her gown. Her hand rose to his armoured bicep.

"I think we need to get you out of this." she gasped, his thumbs still enticing her breasts. Her other hand steadied on his arm, longing to feel his warm skin instead of the cold snake skin armour.

Thor's grin widened. He stepped back from Imogen, returning her senses as his hands fell from her chest. He spread his arms out to the sides, triumphant arrogant smirk on his face. "Very well, my lady." he grinned. "Have at it."

Imogen's eyes fluttered at him as she accustomed to being without his touch, watching them swirl with burning lust. Her lips flickered in a grin.

She wasted no time stepping up to his armour and tapping the secret spots of it. Then she stopped. Her mind ran for a moment - then she lifted up on her toes, her lips by Thor's ear. He bent to listen. "Maybe we could use her for this." she breathed, glancing over her shoulder at the girl as she did so. Linda's face soured even more when she caught the royal couple staring at her.

Thor's hand steadied on her back, pulling her flush with him. Still... "You are a wicked little vixen." he murmured, feeling his loins swirl with lust. His hand tightened on her. "But I love it."

Imogen beared her teeth in a feral grin, as her eyes met her husband's, sharing the same dirty thought. Well, they had a servant at their disposal. Why not use her? Imogen rolled her sweetly batting eyes to the sulky girl in the corner. "Get over here." She said, reaching her hand out to the girl. Thor caught back her hand, his fingers curling over hers as he drew them to his lips. She giggled as he kissed her hand, but stuck to their plan. "Take his armour off."

At first Imogen wasn't sure if Linda would obey, just stood there glaring for a moment at the couple. Then she reluctantly unfolded her arms and stepped forward.

With that, Thor attached his lips to Imogen's neck and kissed her, nipping with his teeth. She giggled again and threw her head back to give him better access. She was glad for Linda's slow sulky steps as Thor started sucking on her neck, bruising the skin to leave a lasting mark. She moaned happily, feeling the space between her thighs moisten.

"I don't know how." growled through Imogen's bliss, and she realised Linda must be right behind Thor.

It was confirmed when she fluttered her eyes open and stared over Thor's shoulder as he continued to ravish her neck. She glared impatiently. "Then figure it out." she forced out as calmly as she could. "I don't want to have to wait long for my husband."

"And nor I for my wife." Thor growled warmly against her neck. Imogen giggled again.

All the same, she knew she'd be waiting for half her life for Linda to work out how to work Thor's armour. Even she'd had to learn under Thor's direction, and that was after watching him remove it himself countless times. She sighed, and wrapped her arms around Thor's body as he kissed her skin obliviously.

The girl behind him looked miserable.. but Imogen didn't care. "Here." she said, finger pointing to a key point in Thor's armour. Linda tapped at it, and Imogen felt the metal loosen around her husband's torso.

Imogen murmured her guidance as her hands rose to Thor's hair, his hands roaming around her body shamelessly. She was starting to lose track of sensible thought. Her knees weakened as she felt his hands massage her waist and hips, trailing down over her backside.

She gasped as he yanked up the hem of her dress smoothly, bunching it around her hips. She didn't dare complain though as his fingers probed between her legs and stroked her wetness.

His breathing was harsh in her ear as Linda tapped the last of Thor's armour, leaving only for him to step back and remove the plates himself. "You really want to do this?" he rasped in her ear. "It is not too late to go back to our chambers if you have changed you mind." His lips kissed over one of the many bruise marks he'd left on her neck almost instantly, finger drenching itself in the juices from her core.

Imogen was having none of it; her hand fisted in his hair and she forced him still. "I haven't changed my mind." she hissed in his ear. She was going to make the little whore regret trying to pry Imogen's husband from her.

Then Thor stiffened and stilled and she held her breath. She caught the reason instantly: her eyes glared over Thor's shoulder at the insolent girl behind him - and her hands massaging over his shoulders, where the loose armour freed. Her eyes were dark and sultry, her fingers massaging slow, seductive patterns around where his neck met his shoulder.

Imogen's lips pursued instantly, her eyes narrowing. Thor beat her to it though: "Get your hands off me." he as good as spat, vemon laced in his voice. "Before I have them bound in chains like your sister."

Linda just arched a sassy eyebrow over his shoulder at Imogen. Her hands didn't stop. She leaned in and put her lips by his ear. "I can please you, my Lord." she purred, pressing the front of her barely clad body into his back. Imogen felt his hands tighten on her body, his fingers curling into her core of their own tense accord. She fought to hold down the gasps of pleasure. Linda didn't even look at her. "Would it not be better to have two maidens pleasure you?"

Imogen couldn't deny the way her heart sped up a notch at the idea of another person joining them in the bedroom, an extra pair of hands to touch and pleasure... but her? Now? She didn't want Linda to pleasure her husband in any way possible. She didn't want her to touch him.

"Get off him." she forced through gritted teeth. Linda's hands froze. It wasn't enough; Imogen's fingers left Thor's hair and shot to Linda's wrist, jerking it away from her husband's skin.

Then Thor's patience snapped.

Imogen gasped as his fingers left her core and hand empty, and in the second it took to blink, he'd turned, armour falling from his body like water, and forced Linda back. Her back hit the wall with a thud. His hands pinned her wrists to the wall either side of her head, a clear gap between their two bodies. Imogen couldn't see, but she guess her husband looked thunderous.

"I could have you thrown in jail for touching me without my permission." he said in a deathly quiet voice. "For disobeying me when I told you to release me."

Imogen held her breath, knowing Linda would be doing the same. How could she not? With that voice threatening her, that powerful grip holding her down and those inevitably blazing eyes bearing into hers like enraged, searing coals...if she had any sense she'd be terrified.

Thor's fingers clenched harder around the servant girl's wrists, his angry face moving closer to hers. "Do you understand the penalty for that?" he hissed.

Chills ran down Imogen's spine at the tone of his voice. Her hand fumbled behind her for the bed and she lowered herself to her knees as they weakened. Her eyes flittered to Shelby on the floor; thankfully, she was still asleep.

Her arms were trembling, a keen mixture of lust and cold fear at her husband's tone shuddering through her system as they held her up. Her core simply drooled for him. She could feel power just oozing from him and she wanted it for hers. It was deja vu; before they had married Imogen had been in the same position as Linda, held up against a wall, caged by Thor. She knew the way the girl's heart raced, the way her lusts roared for him. Thankfully, Thor's hips, and his obvious erection, stayed poised away from the girl's body.

She remembered that day. That was the day she'd defied him, the day her spirit had enraged his passions for the first time when she refused to quit her job.

Only Thor hadn't held back with her. He'd pressed his desire against hers, let her feel how much he wanted her. Gods, it had been hot!

Her knees were braced apart as she knelt on the floor, watching, her core throbbing for her husband. Her hand slipped between her thighs, tentatively touching her wetness. Her heart fluttered; she imagined it was Thor touching her, bringing her this light pleasure. Her fingers pressed harder, parting to either side of her clit.

Oh. Gods. Her hips rolled into her hand and her head fell forward, lips parting. Her fingers on the hand holding her body up curled against the floor at the warmth that ran through her.

"She doesn't seem to mind."

Imogen's eyes blinked up at Linda's soft voice and she met Thor's bright blue eyes, glancing over his shoulder at his wife on the floor. And her hand between her thighs. She'd been right; they were blazing.

She glimpsed past his face to Linda's, the girl's eyes glinting with triumph. Especially as Thor's hands loosened around her wrists.

Thor couldn't take his eyes off Imogen, knelt there pleasuring herself. So he didn't notice Linda's hand slip free of his loose grasp, the mischief that flickered in her eyes. Imogen was just rooted to the spot, caught under her husband's gaze.

Her orbs widened though as Linda's hand slipped down to Thor's cheek and guided his face smoothly back to her. Her lips closed in on his before he could realise what was happening.

Imogen swore she stopped breathing.

Her body froze with Thor's as she watched Linda kiss her husband, her lips moving slow and sweet over Thor's. Oh gods, she thought breathlessly. What was he going to do? He stayed stock still, his mouth staying perfectly unmoving.

Imogen wasn't sure what she felt. There was no rush of anger this time. Just shock. Cold, pure shock. And fear - what if Thor was the one to get angry?

Her hand fell numbly from between her thighs as Linda slipped free of Thor's grasp against the wall, pressing her body flush against Thor's, her arms wrapping securely around his neck. Imogen felt a bit of her heart fall out. A weak whimper left her lips.

She could hear Thor's ragged breath as Linda pulled slowly back, her round sweet eyes staring up at her prince. Imogen couldn't take her eyes off him.

Finally - "Imogen."

His voice was low and serious, Thor not moving at all from Linda, still draped over him. His arms bracing against the wall were tense, the muslces hard and bunched.

"I don't have the patience." he rasped. "I need you now."

His speed was impressive. Imogen didn't even have the time to say anything before Thor's arms dropped from around Linda, leaving her alone against the wall. In the space of a heartbeat, he turned, crossed the room and lifted Imogen up from the floor, tossing her back on the bed.

The breath was knocked out of her as she landed in a dazed heap. Not that she minded as Thor crawled up over her, parting her legs as he went.

His hands secured at her hips, her skirt still bunched there - and he wasted no time, pressing his lips to her sex. Imogen's head threw back from watching him, her mouth falling open in a silent, breathless gasp. Her body writhed instantly under his as his tongue stroked her clit, as his mouth closed over the little bundle of nerves and sucked, as he devoured her core like he was dying of thirst and she was all that could quench him...

Her hand fisted in his hair, hips gyrating against his face as his tongue lashed pleasure onto her.

All thoughts of the insolent whelp by the wall were driven from her mind as Thor treasured her, drawing incoherent whimpers and gasps from her. Her thighs were already quivering, core shuddering with a release that was just seconds away.

She moaned hard. "No." She didn't want to end just yet. She wanted him inside her.

His tongue stroked through her wetness, wiping away her choice. His hot mouth closed over her clit and sucked - "Oh..." her eyes fluttered shut dreamily, head falling back numbly against the mattress below. Her core throbbed with her release, hot and drooling with her juices.

Thor's lips nuzzled her nether ones, kissing her essence. "I'll never get tired of this." he breathed on her wet skin as Imogen got her breath and senses back. "I'll never get tired of you."

Imogen didn't have the senses to respond, her mind just swimming through the lingering bliss of her fading orgasm. Her fingers unclenched from his hair, combing through the soft blonde locks. She stayed still as her husband planted a soft kiss over her sex, then moved up, trailing his lips over her hip bones, up her stomach, peeling her dress up with him as he went.

Feeling started to come back to Imogen and she squirmed beneath him, her hands moving down from her husband's hair to his body. Strength returning to her fingers, she peeled up the hem of his shirt, roaming her hands over his flawless muscular torso.

She drew in a sighing breath as his hands gently peeled her dress over her breasts, his mouth soon following. She groaned quietly as his lips kissed over her the creamy skin of her breast, his tongue teasing her alert nipple.

Her eyes snapped open, alive. No, she breathed in her head. She was done letting him tease her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, slowly at first.

He was totally unprepared as he kissed her breast; Imogen gripped him with her thighs and rolled them over fast, so she was on top. She straddled his hips, and grinned, revelling in Thor's astonished eyes and his gasp. He hadn't seen that coming. She reached up herself and peeled the last of her dress over her head. Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders as her hips squirmed over her husband's bulging erection beneath her.

His hand moved to grasp her hip, to pull her closer to him... Imogen brushed him off. She flashed her feral smile up at him as she leaned forward, flattening her palms on Thor's stomach, exposed from his lifted shirt.

Oh, turnabout was so fair! Her fingers played down his strong abdominal muscles, trailing south to his trousers. She traced the line of muscle where his body moulded into his thigh. Her fingers hooked into the waist band of his trousers and she shuffled back onto his legs as she wiggled them down his hips.

Her hips rubbed down on his leg as his manhood was revealed to her, trying to relieve the ache she felt inside. Her smile widened as she unveiled him.

She glanced over her shoulder, resting her hands either side of his impressive erection. Linda looked miserably glum in the corner. Imogen just grinned. "Come take his trousers off for me." she ordered, roaring with triumph inside as Linda reluctantly dragged herself forward. Her eyes darkened warningly at the servant though. "But touch his skin," she warned. "And you'll be in trouble."

She was sure she didn't imagine the bob of Linda's head as she turned back to her husband beneath her. She grinned triumphantly; her hand grasped him at his base, squeezing him happily.

She heard the clunk as Linda pulled off Thor's boots and ditched them on the floor. The material of Thor's trousers tugged beneath her. Imogen lifted her hips up from her husband's thighs, gripping his manhood firmer to entice him as she did. Linda gave a tug and his trousers slid from beneath Imogen.

He sat up fervently, the breath catching in his throat as he tore his shirt over his head, leaving him just as naked as his wife. The girl behind her really was the last thing on his mind.

He wanted to touch Imogen, to hold her hips, to run his fingers through her hair ...her fingers clenched around his base and his hips lifted into her hand, ripping a breathless gasp from him. "Gods.." he rasped, head tilting back into the mattress. "Imogen."

He couldn't see her, as his eyes bluttered shut in bliss... so he didn't see Imogen lean forward. He only felt her as she smothered his head with her lips, sucking hard. His eyes shot open, head lifting to watch her. Her violet orbs sparkled up at his. His gaze was as hot as a live wire as he watched her take more of him into her mouth, her tongue dancing on his tip as she did.

His loins felt on fire as she bobbed her mouth over the top half of his length, her hand skillfully twisting around the lower. Her lips pressed a firm pressure around him, her fingers gripping him... he was straining for her already,

His hands fisted at his sides but there were no sheets to grasp, nothing for him to hold on to. He didn't dare reach for Imogen's hair for fear of tearing it out of the roots. He was helpless beneath her torture.

His hips lifted off the bed, thrusting gently into her waiting mouth above. He couldn't help himself. She was shredding him of his control.

Her talented tongue found the crease in his tip, and he felt his muscles twitch with the instinct to turn them over and claim her, to drive his length into her lush body. But no. He couldn't. A hard, strangled groan was torn from him as her tongue lapped up the moisture that leaked from him.

Heat pooled readily in his gut and he was appalled at himself. What? So soon? She tested him this quickly? Gods, his wife...

"Imogen." he rasped desperately. He wanted to be inside her. He didn't want to come like this. "Please... I..."

Words failed him as Imogen's hand gripped firmer. She had to know what he meant. She had to... the god sighed, whether with loss or relief, he wasn't sure, as she straightened up from him, pulling her mouth away. Her other hand instantly took its place.

Thor continued to thrust into her grasp as Imogen threw her head over her shoulder again, eyes scouring for the servant girl. She hadn't moved. Well...

Imogen's eyes glinted wickedly as she caught Linda's hand at the apex of her thighs, pressed together tightly. A guilt flush ran across her face.

Imogen's core clenched excitedly. "Do that to me." she ordered a little breathlessly. Thor was close, and she didn't want him coming outside of her either. But she had to be ready for him too. She didn't want Linda pleasing Thor in any way. But her...

She knew the girl would obey as she turned back to her husband, feeling her crawl slowly onto the bed behind her. Cool hands placed themselves on Imogen's hips, as her fingers worked her husband. She held her breath as Linda ran her palms over Imogen's hips, moving forward. Her fingers slipped below her hipbones to the wet skin of her arousal.

Her teeth ground into her lip as pleasure rippled through her as Linda brushed her clit. Her fingers trembled around Thor's manhood. She didn't want to moan. Not even as her hips started to rock against Linda's hand. She was good at her job, Imogen had to give her that.

She bowed low and took Thor into her mouth again, sucking, using him to settle her inner growl of lust. But then Linda's spare hand moved round the back of Imogen's hips, finding her core from behind; her two middle fingers pressed into her seeping slit. Imogen couldn't hold back this time - she groaned hard, mercifully muffled by Thor's length.

The god cried out under the vibrations, sounding almost pained. His hips thrust a little more urgently into her mouth. Imogen could feel her heart flutter manically as Linda's fingers pumped and worked inside her. Not at filling as when Thor did it, but talented none the less. And when she teased Imogen's clit too at the same time ...her hips ground insistantly for attention.

The quivering blushed over her thighs, trembling deep inside her as she felt her orgasm building. That was it - she was ready for Thor now.

She didn't even say anything to Linda - she just straightened up from Thor's cock and shifted forward as gracefully and fast as he could. Thor got the hint and sat up, arms wrapping warmly around her as she straddled his straining erection. His hand found her hip and he thrust up into her waiting body.

Her hips ground urgently into his, as his parted mouth breathed over her fluttered closed eyelids. He filled her so well, so deep. It was all ragged, wordless gasps as they thrust against each other, a sheen of sweat glistening off their bodies. They were both so close. It wouldn't take long.

Imogen's hips had a mind of their own as they raced to finish the shuddering of her thighs, the spasming inside her. She could feel it getting stronger, faster, Thor's hard, desperate thrusts driving to new heights.

Her hands found either side of his face and held him still in front of her. "Together." she sighed, feeling Thor's hands on her hips twitch.

He leaned forward, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. "Together." he murmured breathlessly.

With that, his hips powered up into her, hands slamming her down onto him. He couldn't take it anymore; and the way Imogen's forehead touched his, her eyes closing and lips parting open, she couldn't either.

"Ah!"

Her innermost muscles spasmed around him, clenching hard as release shuddered through his wife and she saw stars - and he came too.

He pulled her spasming body down on him and held it there as his seed drooled up into Imogen's body, emptying himself in her. Warmth flooded through him with his release, hugging his wife close and she trembled through hers.

A broken sigh fled between his lips and he eased forward, grazing his mouth over hers. With that, his arms closed around her again and they fell back onto the mattress, totally exhausted.

He was still inside her when they fell almost instantly into a blissful, deep sleep.