Warning: This chapter contains explicit mature content.

It had taken all the will Thor possessed to say those words to Harmony, to hurt her, and knowing the possible outcomes of his actions. It was impossible to deny that he felt something for this slave girl. He wanted her. Thor could have any female he wanted, but something was different this time; he didn't just want to the fuck her and be done with it. A part of him desired to protect and care for her. This was probably one of the most righteous things Thor had ever done, and he had spent all the hours of the afternoon trying to convince himself that he'd done the right thing.

On the part of love between a god and a mortal slave not being proper didn't bother him at all. He cared little that it wasn't considered 'proper' though he knew the rest of Asgard would. But he was entirely honest about sparing the girl her life. Having lived for over a thousand years, Thor had seen what love and affection and attachment could do. If he and Harmony grew too close, he knew he would desire to free her and have to live with the knowledge that if she was free, she would die. It was better she lived, for both of them. He knew that was selfish but found he did not care about that either. He would rather see her every day, alive and healthy, than dead because they made the mistake of growing to love one another.

The people and gods and nobles of Asgard alike had all begun to notice his behaviour around his slave, and that he had changed. Usually if Thor had had a slave and that slave was killed, he would not be affected and might simply get a new slave, though with his current slave, his attachment to her was showing.

Thor repeated over and over in his head that this was the right and best thing for him to do. He could never love a mortal! They were not strong enough; a single slip and they could be broken, nor would they be able to bear children with a safe chance of survival. He imagined what might happen should Harmony ever bear a child. She was so tiny and frail already. Was her body even capable of supporting a child, Asgardian or otherwise? Thor remembered holding her in his arms and just how breakable and delicate she felt. Surely he would kill her if he allowed himself his way with her, so he tried to convince himself he was protecting her as well.

But he wanted her! He wanted to have her, love her, fuck her, dominate her, hold her, protect her in his grasp, fight for her and defend her honour.

Thor tried to halt the train of thoughts, convincing him to go back on his decision. He picked himself up and began pacing the room before he crushed something to dust with his bare hands. Hands clenching into dangerous fists at his sides, Thor reminded himself of what he wished to keep out of his mind; he would not hurt his slave if he was more careful and gentle; their relationship did not have to be Thor's official relationship – he would not take the slave girl to be his wife or to be his lady and the one to bear his children, just to care and love and fuck her. His secret love affair.

Only then, his mind went back to their original thoughts.

And so the battle in Thor's mind raged on and on. His blood began to boil, liquid fire coursing through his veins, burning him from the inside out, while invisible chains constricted around his chest. It wound him up even more still as he longed to flex his torso and shatter those chains. For a split second, his control slipped, allowing his hands to run ahead of his brain. The dining table clattered to the ground, splitting in half on the second roll and only stopped as it collided with the opposite wall.

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing laboured with frustration, while his other fist clenched at his side. He could have sworn his chest was growling. His beast was restless. Running his hand through his hair, and with a bitter realisation, he didn't know what he should do. Why, when he least wanted morals, did his sense of right and wrong have to stand in his way of what he wanted? Why now? Thor always did have a tendency to want what he couldn't have, only he wasn't used to it seeing as, as the prince, he nearly always got what he wanted.

Now pacing again, Thor stopped as he neared the wall, next to the door to his chambers. He raised his thick arm against it and leaned his forehead on it, closing his eyes in an attempt to clear his thoughts, fists clenched and chest tight. As his breathing steadily quietened, his acute hearing picked up the sound of pitter-pattering footsteps coming closer and closer, and he knew that could only be one person.

In a room filled with sinister darkness, a sobbing cry of agony resonated off the stone walls as tears slid down beaten cheeks onto ruffled pillows. Crying out was forbidden in this game; other times it was desired, not this time though.

There was no point.

And there was no end.

The pressure on Hunter's chest grew even more unbearable. He knew it was coming – he'd broken her rule. She was sure that he could scream no more after that morning when he had screamed so much and so loudly it had upset her acute hearing. The boy let out a defeated sob. "W-Why?" he choked out. "Why?"

Astrid loomed over him, her inhuman weight crushing him into the bed. "You know why," she purred. "Your little friend told you about me, the thing I warned her specifically not to do, but she did. And she was going to let her tongue slip again to someone else. While I have you, it will slowly break her, and when she is so weak and so broken for your loss, then I will finish the job myself," Astrid reminded him, but Hunter found he did not remember. Everything was a horrible blur to him.

So she was just using him to get to Harmony because she told him. Hunter was a clever young man; he knew Harmony, and he could probably guess Astrid. Simply going after Harmony would be no fun. Astrid could have broken her with a snap of her fingers, with either magic or physical strength. But if she took something important the girl, it would hurt her, and Hunter knew Harmony would be hurt over this.

But whatever the case was, it appeared to be a dead end for him. That scared him. That frightened him to his very core.

"And why I have you, I might as well enjoy you," her hand cupped his fragile cheek and the boy couldn't help but flinch. He cursed himself for showing his vulnerability so clearly to her. "And you are such a pretty little thing," she murmured in a voice like velvet.

Even in the darkness, Hunter could see her large body, at a height of 6"3, looming over him and her glorious defined features, sculpted as if out of marble. It was common for Asgardian women to be around the same height as mortal men, if not taller and their dense tissue allowed them to weigh around two or three times a mortal man's weight.

Hunter let out a soft whine as, while leaning in, Astrid allowed a little more of her to press down on him. He could feel her buxom breasts against his chest and he knew that she would make him lose himself, just like she did the last time. She would do it – she would fuck him and he would enjoy it; he would behave like an animalistic creature born of lust and raw desire. And then when it was over, Hunter would hate himself.

Astrid struck like a waiting snake, capturing his lips in a kiss so brutal that one touch alone would bruise his delicate lips. She moaned deeply against his mouth. Her tongue forced Hunter to open his mouth and allow her entrance, despite his reluctance to engage with her. It was inevitable that she would win, whether or not he complied. Shy and timid like a mouse, Hunter dared to return her kiss, only to have himself beaten by the strength of her tongue against his own, and the Asgardian ground herself against him. He felt the purring moan in her chest and the sound went straight south.

The boy wanted to start crying at the realization and the unwillingness to accept what was happening to him all over again. He didn't want this! Why couldn't she have just left him alone? For the first time in his life, he wished he was back at S.O.A.K. He never thought he'd say or even think it in his life, but here he was, wishing he was back in his cage.

Like dusk fading into night, the boy lost himself and the will of another.

His hands wandered up to caress Astrid's breasts, while she continued to kiss him with wild passion and meaningless desire. Beneath his breeches, his length hardened, only giving Astrid the chance to rub herself more vigorously against him. Suddenly breaking the kiss, the Asgardian began trailing hot, wet kisses down his naked torso. He shuddered involuntarily as her lips touched his throbbing prick and started working there. Helpless and almost writhing, Hunter grabbed fistfuls of his own hair and tugged brutally for a reason he couldn't fathom in his current state of mind.

As quickly as she broken the contact of their mouths, Astrid straightened her back to sit upright and shed her magnificent figure of clothes, before pouncing like a silent, graceful cat. Hunter's hands found her immediately, groping, fondling anything he could find. His mortal strength was a little puny for Astrid's liking. They boy was also rather small, perhaps average height for his age, being mortal.

In the heat of their kiss, one of Hunter's hands lost themselves in her beautiful silky hair, while the other groped at her naked breast, occasionally pinching her rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, which the Asgardian seemed to like, given the deep husky moan that seemed to shake through him, like wind shook through timber. His shaft strained between them, the pressure of her weight on his hips was nearly too much for him and he could feel the heavy pulse between them. In a vain attempt, Hunter tried bucking his hips.

Astrid wasn't having it though. When she felt him try to lift into her, she only pressed a little more of her inhuman weight down onto his breakable body, and when she heard him groan in pain against her mouth, her own lips curved into a sadistic grin. But nonetheless, she could feel the heat pooling between her thighs and the clenching of her womanhood as she leaked with arousal.

Without warning, she effortlessly rolled them over, leaving Hunter, shaken and breathless, on top. So relieved that he could breathe properly again, Hunter let himself push forward against her lips, thinking he might have more control in this position. He was very wrong.

Hands, larger than any mortal woman's, groped his backside and ground him into her rock hard body. He rutted against her stomach like an animal with no control over his mind, too small to keep the contact of their mouths and hips at the same time. Astrid held the boy in a grip so tight it was inevitable that it would bruise nastily. It frustrated her how the boy was small in size and couldn't pleasure her as he kissed her. One of her hands impatiently found its way between her muscular thighs and started to massage her soaking wet, slick folds.

Her legs opened to her own touch, while she released Hunter from their kiss and the boy started kissing down her neck, his hands fondling her large breasts with all the strength he could muster. The hand she held him with slowly curled into claws, causing the boy to give a feral hiss of stinging pain, which only made her chuckle at how weak and delicate he was. She raked her nails teasingly up his back, bloody welts making themselves known through his wafer thin skin.

Rubbing herself even more vigorously, Astrid was not one to keep her pleasure quiet. Her cunt clenched hungrily, and on hearing her moan, Hunter bit down softly on the silky skin of her neck and ran his tongue along the flesh. Her sounds were deep and husky, not the sounds Hunter might have originally expected to come from a female. He could hear the sounds of her fingers rubbing her wet flesh. His cock strained so much it almost hurt. He looked into her face to find her eyes were closed and he took that chance to look at what she was doing to herself, and saw her feed herself two of her fingers and then a third. He swallowed nervously, not noticing he'd stilled.

"Don't stop," Astrid ordered, in a voice half way between a moan and a growl. "Ugh, don't stop."

Hunter did as he was told and lowered himself to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. With a near scream, Astrid arched into him, her fingers pumping and curling inside her own depths. Within seconds, her cunt spilled a tremendous amount of fluids, soaking her hand and the bed beneath her. Her hand held Hunter's head to her breast, slowly starting to roll them both. The boy could slowly feel the pressure build on his body again. Astrid retracted her wet fingers from her cunt and used them to rub her throbbing clit. Now on top again, she used her other hand to guide Hunter's manhood into her ravenous wetness and started to fuck him until he was within an inch of his life.

When Harmony had arrived, she didn't turn to close the door and shut it behind her, and she didn't see the hulking figure just behind her as she stepped timidly into the room. Part of her knew something wasn't quite right, and as her eyes took in the sight of the broken room that beheld her, a long, quiet gasp slipped from her mouth. There was no sign of the god though, leaving her to wonder what on earth must have happened while she was in the garden.

Perhaps he was bedding another woman, her mind told her glumly and it stabbed at her heart but she refused to let herself cry. She had only stood there for a brief moment, expecting to be startled by something in the silence, as she usually was, but she didn't expect what happened next.

Lunging forward, Thor seized the girl in his arms with such power that he lifted her off the ground and knocked the breath out of her so she could not scream. Her heart exploded in her chest and stopped altogether. Thor easily secured one arm around her waist and flung her across the room with perfect precision and aim so she landed on the bed, rolling a few times from force of the impact. In a blind haste, Harmony scrambled onto her knees but Thor, with skilled warrior speed, was much faster. He brought her down again with total ease, ignoring her instinctive struggles, and formed a cage around her out of his arms.

Harmony whimpered as she made more futile attempts to hit and push at his chest, completely controlled by protective instincts. Thor would have stopped to calm and soothe her if he was calmer himself, but he too was overrun with primal instincts. He trapped her to his chest, crushing her possessively, his hand held her head into his neck, gripping her hair tightly but not painfully, and he growled out like a beast, "Mine."

It sent a ripple of cold fear through Harmony but also a wave of something else she didn't understand. Was it arousal? The feeling of being helpless but protected? She wished she knew. She shuddered and let out a soft whimper. Before she knew it she was quivering like a frightened mouse, she had no idea why.

"You're mine," Thor growled again, arms constricting. "And no one else's. Do you understand?"

In a frantic struggle to please him, she nodded quickly and immediately. She couldn't understand though what had brought this on; a few hours ago, he had told her nothing could ever happen between a god and a slave and splintered her little heart.

"Say it," Thor ordered huskily, "say you're mine."

Harmony wanted to but she couldn't find her voice. It was trapped in her throat somewhere. Looking up at his eyes, she hoped that her pleading gaze would be enough to tell him. Her lips parted slightly, ready to let words fall but there was nothing to let out. Lowering his head, Thor put his lips to her ear, his breath making her shudder, and he whispered, "Harmony, you are mine. Now, say it." It was not a kind, tender whisper, but a soft growling murmur.

Harmony swallowed, still trying to reign in her ability to speak. "I–I'm yours," she uttered, barely a whisper.

Satisfied, Thor hummed and nodded, and Harmony felt his hold relax around her, the tension drained away. She huddled into him, despite no longer being pressed against him, and she was still shaking. A soft whine left her, her eyes closed as her head bowed submissively into his chest. Thor tilted his head, confused, wondering why she did not seem pleased but was afraid. He curled a finger under her chin, noting the tiny flinch when he touched her, and lifted her head to meet her gaze with his.

"I will not harm you," he told her gently. "I protect what is mine."

The mortal nodded but the fear did not fade from her system. The only thing it did was change a little bit, into a more sort of thrilling fear. Another thing she wasn't quite sure of. Harmony found herself leaning closer, practically begging for a tighter embrace. He was right: he was her protector. She was defenceless in this world without him. She needed him.

With a touch neither rough nor gentle, the hulking god cupped her delicate cheek, holding her face still, her eyes locked with his. Facing him for so long made her very nervous, she was scared despite knowing that he was the one who made her look in his eyes. A sense of déjà vu came about her as she remembered that morning like she was looking at it through crystal clear glass.

Her breath was uneasy and shaking and, as his arm around her waist curled more tightly, it became hitched in her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut and her lips pouted ever so slightly. Thor's warm breath showered her face. The tip of his nose grazed hers for the second time that day, and a part of her expected for someone to bang on the door, like the last time.

A little stronger that she had expected, Thor's lips embraced hers, pushing her whole head back into his hand, which was luckily there to support her. At first, she was very, very timid and let her master entirely take the lead. She had never kissed anyone before and was afraid of getting something wrong, so she did the smart thing and waited a few seconds to feel what he was doing and then imitated him. With a stroke of fortune, Harmony was able to learn quickly and no longer had to rely on the god.

Her left arm with pinned between them but her right managed to wriggle free with a little effort, and she shyly moved it to lay upon Thor's broad shoulder, and as she did, his tongue ran along her bottom lip and then carefully pried her mouth open, knowing she would probably not know what to do. He forced himself to be gentler than he would have like; he knew it was what he had to do this time.

Their tongues caressed one another slowly, Harmony's far more timid and weak. She wanted to be closer to him, she wanted to kiss him more but her shy, frightened nature held her back, in case she did something wrong. She didn't want to displease him. The girl felt herself become short of breath and pulled away meekly, hoping that wouldn't upset her master, but he only smiled gently, proudly.

"We will be together," Thor promised, as he rested his forehead upon hers. "We will be forced to hide it, but we shall be together."

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