Hello there, finally I'm updating! Apologies that this chapter isn't a major plot-focused chapter but I wanted to focus a little more on the intimate relationship Thor and Mo have.

Also please note now that since I have an awful lot going on right now, updates may be very irregular but don't think I've ever forgotten. In the meantime, please read my other stories and let me know what you think. I do encourage you to read my Thor/Avengers series that starts with 'Harmony and Thunder' then 'Beauty and the Trickster' followed by 'Beauty and the Trickster: Calling Out' which I have been recently posting and I would love for you to read it and tell me what you think of it :)

Harmony couldn't contain another sob, but again with no tears. All she could do was accept her fate and surrender to her master's sexual hunger. Surely, he wouldn't take her, surely, no. He'd taken time enough to feed her food of better quality and quantity so she was more prepared for when the time came. This was all part of him preparing her, it had to be. Thor had said it himself, many times – he cared for her and he would protect her.

The sensations Thor was giving her were to die for. Harmony had no idea something could feel so good and make her want it so badly. Her body jerked and writhed in his lap, reacting and responding to each circle of his fingers between her legs and every constriction around her breast. Groaning deeply against her ear, Thor slid his enormous hand under the collar of her shirt, the pads of his fingers grazing the sensitive skin of her breast and over her nipple. He was warm against her and she melted into him.

"I wish to see your body, little one," he purred, as he slowly stood, lifting her with him.

Thor carried her to the sofa before the blazing fire, set her standing on the carpet before lounging on the long sofa like the royal beast he was. His eyes roamed over her predatorily, blue fire raging. Harmony looked down, her body flustered and trembling. She felt a pulse between her legs and a growing heat. Her heart raced out of control, pounding so hard she was afraid she would collapse.

"Remove your clothes," Thor told her, his voice a velvet baritone purr.

Harmony looked at him like a young doe caught in the eyes of a wolf. Her soft lips parted to let out an innocent gasp as her chest tightened, pulling herself away from him. Silently, with her eyes, she begged him to change his mind.

"I said," Thor growled, "remove your clothes."

Fingers quaking, Harmony fumbled at the rope belt that tied under her bust to provide support, and when the knot was undone, her long shirt flowed freely, not even ghosting the curves of her body. She took a deep breath and lifted the shirt over her head, miraculously smoothly. The room was not cold but their hairs on her body still stood on end. Thor eyed her carefully, first looking at her shoulders and collar. The bones were small, though rather prominent, as were her ribs. Her breasts were a lovely size, pale and smooth, her nipples like tiny rosebuds. Lower and lower, the prince now inspected her naked waist; it was so tiny he could have probably wrapped both his hands around it completely. Her hips were noticeably wider, a good sign in his mind.

Thor licked his lips, "And now the rest." He could see the fear dancing in her eyes. "It is your purpose to serve me," he reminded her. "In any which way I desire."

Harmony's trousers, which were similar to leggings, were also tied securely by a rope belt, this one thinner. Thankful for her small, nimble fingers, Harmony was able to untie it without too much trouble, while her eyes never looked towards her master's face. That expression of omnipotence, and knowing it without a doubt.

Now with the rope belt untied, Harmony pulled her trousers over her hips and they fell to the ground around her ankles. Praying her legs would not betray her, she stepped nervously out of them, only her last undergarment left on her body. It was then that the tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. It was too far for her now, she couldn't go any further. She was so close to breaking.

"Please," she begged in barely a whisper.

Her eyes glittered innocently, the glow of the fire reflecting off the tear droplets like tiny stars, and her breath hitched in her throat. Thor's head tilted to the side as he watched her closely. There'd never been a maiden or woman to resist him before, they were always so eager, overcome with lust and passion. True, he could make them tremble in fright, but it only served to make them more eager to please him. It was not the case with this peculiar mortal though. It left him with a choice: he could either soften and listen to her pleas, soothe her fears, or he could train her and teach her to respond to him the way all the other women had done.

Curling his finger in beckoning, he purred, "Come here."

Harmony's feet pitter-pattered as she stepped carefully closer to him, body stiff, eyes round. Thor's lips lifted into a grin, eyes roaming her body again, taking in her smooth, creamy, youthful skin, so much exposed just for him. She was like a porcelain doll.

Thor took her into his lap, placing her carefully over his pulsing groin, suddenly delighted when his acute hearing detected the sound of a delicate moan. Trailing his burly fingers up her back, the slave arched into him, turning her head to the side slightly. Thor kissed her neck softly, decision made. He pulled her forward, so that her body moulded with his, pressed against him, warm and tight.

Her frailty and vulnerability aroused him, and it took a fair amount of restraint to control himself. She was different from any lover he'd had or ever would have, so that meant he had to treat her differently. He would never have her willingly if he behaved the exact same way as he did with his other lovers, who were always, always willing. While it was her obligation to do everything he said and he was sure of himself that he would have her, at the same time, the young mortal would need his comfort and reassurance.

"You are," he breathed against her lips, "truly beautiful."

A small blush crept up and surfaced on Harmony's cheeks, yet she was still tense and shaking. Thor eased back into the sofa, bringing her forward at the same time to join their lips. The titan barely let five seconds pass before he pushed upwards with his hips, sparking flames of pleasure in Harmony's lower abdomen and a faint moan hummed between their lips as they kissed. Pushing up into her with gentle pace, Thor's hands felt the shape of his lover's body, ivory against faint golden. The touch was not intended to suggest colossal power and dominance under a gentle surface, to bring chilling fear and thrill; instead it was to search and to feel.

Thor pulled away to let her breathe, taking the chance to whisper more to her, "Do not be afraid, little one. I will not hurt you. Nothing will hurt you when you are with me; you have nothing to fear."

Harmony nodded, tensing for a second before she started to relax, exhaling deeply, reining her heart rate in to a healthier pace. She even tightened her hold around him and pulled herself even closer to him. Daring and brave, Harmony kissed him with most of her strength and all of her passion, fairly confident in her own skill after having learnt from her master.

When she felt his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth eagerly and her smaller tongue danced with his. Thor, still thrusting his hips, picked up his pace, becoming stronger too. It provoked an internal shiver in the slave but she didn't pull away, even though she felt his grip on control steadily loosen. She knew well enough that he would have his way. It took a sizeable amount of self-control to withhold a whimper as Thor's fingers curled into her to grind her with more force against him.

"Don't resist it," the god whispered tenderly, after parting their hot, wet mouths. He raised a hand to stroke the hair around her face. "My little flower," he murmured.

Smiling shyly, Harmony relaxed a little more. Thor watched her eyes glitter. Her body language no longer communicated feelings of terror and fear; now only sweet shyness and innocent modesty.

"You are utterly beautiful. There is nothing for you to ever be ashamed of," Thor nuzzled and kissed her neck. "And allow me to enjoy you."

"But, don't take me," Harmony whispered weakly, her words hitched in her throat.

"No, no, not yet, little one," the prince promised her. "But I look forward to that night, when I can have and admire all of you."

But instead of smiling shyly again or blushing, Harmony looked suddenly downcast.

"My love?"

Biting her lip, Harmony's eyes flickered as she gathered her courage to answer, "You…you once said that you'd never take me," she muttered. "You didn't want me at all."

Thor watched her like a hunter. His eyes narrowed intensely and she was suddenly afraid she'd said something to anger him. Curling her bottom lip inwards to her mouth, Harmony sunk her teeth into her own flesh, causing a burning sting. Then, hardly blinking, Thor stood with ease, still cradling the girl to his chest and she was left breathless. In four mighty steps, Thor crossed the room from his sofa to his bed.

Suddenly, everything became a blur of haste and passion.

Thor was on her in a second, pouncing like a waiting predator. He caught her between his hulking form and the mattress, which sunk with their combined weights, mostly Thor's. With one arm holding his weight, Thor's hand tangled in Harmony's wild curls as his lips crushed hers. First overwhelmed by his advance, Harmony froze, before steadily sinking into the warm and exciting sensation that filled her; she gently wrapped her arms around her master's neck. She couldn't match his passion and strength but she would give him everything she could.

Thor licked, nipped and sucked at her lips, and daringly, Harmony gave a very soft nip in return. The god chuckled, lips parting over strong white teeth, and he kissed her again. "Now," he began slowly, "do not be frightened."

Inhaling deeply to stay as calm as possible, Harmony nodded, taking a huge step to place her trust in him so surely.

"Let yourself enjoy this," Thor whispered in a velvety voice. "Pleasure itself is nothing to fear, and that is all that I shall bring you, my little one. I have no intentions to play or frighten you, not for now."

Not for now.

Harmony had no idea how much restraint Thor was holding over himself to break away from his usual behaviour with lovers. He cared very much for her and he wanted her to know that she could feel pleasure and desire without feeling fear as well. True, to him, they went wonderfully together and what was aroused him the most. They could be separate though - Thor wanted her to know that.

He kissed her again until she was gasping for air and a little red in the cheeks. Tightening her wiry arms around his neck, Harmony did her best to silently tell him that she was comfortable and ready for more. Constantly careful with his inhuman weight, Thor lowered himself to reach her neck with his mouth. The two took a deep breath almost in sync. Trust him, just trust him, Harmony repeated to herself.

And when she didn't whimper or draw back or resist in any way, Thor tenderly praised her, "Good girl."

His lips brushed along the edge of her jaw until they found a spot just on the underside of the contour; Harmony tilted her head to expose more of her pale throat to him. It pleased him. Thor planted kisses leisurely down her neck, giving the girl a chance to relish in these new feelings, and to enjoy them. Then, she whined, and Thor almost lost himself.

Such a helpless yet wanton sound, with his lips against the hot velvet soft skin of her neck, made his blood rage with lust. The prince groaned into her neck. She noticed he had stilled, and it was so he could reign in his control so he wouldn't crumble her bones to dust with his monstrous passion.

Little fingers threaded through his hair, in a subtle yet brave advance, as again, Harmony tried to reassure him that she had placed all her trust in him. What struck Thor most was that it seemed to help him soften a little. His response to her moan had startled her and made her cautious; it was quick to fade when the god resumed kissing her smooth flesh, only now experimenting with licks and small nibbled to find what pleased her most.

It was simple enough to recognise when she liked something, with the way her fingers would curl in his locks or the way she would arch herself into him or with the delicate, delicious noises that he elicited from her. And Thor found he didn't care if he had to train himself to not give into all the urges that were coursing through him. For her, it was worth it.

At first his hands were balled in giant fists, gripping the furs and bed sheets mercilessly, before they slowly took hold of the slave and trapped her in their unbreakable embrace. All the while, Thor whispered sweet words of comfort and reassurance to keep her unafraid.

Lifting himself onto his arms, Thor admired the sight of her pleasure – eyes lightly closed, cheeks flushed, lips parted, gasping for breath. Harmony opened her eyes. The corners of her mouth curled upwards in a shy smile and her young eyes sparkled. A rush of hotness flooded her cheeks as Thor grinned wolfishly down at her in return.

He edged a little closer towards her chest, but then stopped and did something that caught her off guard.

"Will you let me?" he asked quietly.

Harmony could never refuse him. Not this warm, gentle giant. Her heart swelled wonderfully; he had changed for her, put aside his usual routines and behaviours and worked around them for her. His darker side was always waiting and eager to come and play but he would hold it back, for her.

Nodding fervently, Harmony's doe eyes fluttered as her heart raced. Her fingers were lax in his golden mane, playing with the ends absent-mindedly. Thor found he rather enjoyed it.

The Thunderer drew in a deep breath in a successful attempt to soothe his inner beast before lowering his hot mouth onto the girl's pale breast. Control wrenched from her grip, Harmony bucked and a loud moan tumbled from her oval shaped mouth. If Thor were a mortal man, she might have pulled his hair out; her feeble strength would have no such luck on an Asgardian.

Her body struggled in a hasty scramble to have something tend to the pooling heat between her legs, the aggressive clenches of her muscles. A shiver of delight engulfed her when Thor's hands gripped her with such passion. Meanwhile a wicked grin stretched across the titan's face – so innocent and naïve, she had no clue at all as to how much pleasure he could bring her.

He lifted a hand and palmed her other breast, taking a moment to feel its shape and size in his hand and then his fingers constricted, which made her moaned again. Placing a long wet kiss just millimetres away from her rosy peak, Thor whispered huskily, so deep it was almost unnatural, "You like this?" while Harmony answered with a small whine, he kissed again, "Do you want more?" and again.

"Please, my lord," Harmony moaned, her body writhing with need under him. "Please, oh god, please."

"Shh, shh," the prince hushed. He pulled back to admire her young breasts with his avid gaze for a moment. With a flickering glance to her eyes, Thor gave her what she so wantonly craved.

He licked and sucked at her nipple with minimal strength, his other hand kneading her other breast, so he could build the intensity to discover what pushed her closer and closer to the edge. With varying strength and technique, Thor's mouth and hands worked around her breasts, kissing, biting, sucking, licking, never failing to make his slave whimper and moan endlessly.

He was never sloppy with his ministrations. Perfectly precise, Thor took his time, and it furthermore helped him to keep his darker side firmly under lock and key. The fragile body beneath him continued to buck helplessly. Giving her reddened nipple a final suck, Thor drew himself up, levelling his hips with hers. He descended onto her slowly, pleased at how her hips thrust upwards to meet his. At the first touch between their groins, Harmony sang a long, gorgeous moan that made him ache to fuck her into the bed. Their height difference meant that Harmony's head was level with her master's chest. He could feel her rapid, hot breath coating his skin.

The tip of his manhood was pressed directly against her covered sex, but even through their clothing, Thor could feel the hot wetness between her thighs. Muscles tense in his massive arms, Thor rocked his hips into the mortal. Harmony threw her head back into the pillow and mass of soft curls, bearing her throat against his chest. She almost couldn't remember why she had been so afraid of this. Nothing in all the worlds could feel this perfect.

The chamber was filled with musical sound of Harmony's whimpers and moans of pure delight and pleasure as the hulking god thrust into her hips in a slow, cautious rhythm. Harmony was beginning to feel a slight strain in her inner thighs because her legs were spread so widely to accommodate the size of her master. She raised her hips in time to his movements, and pleasure rapidly pooled inside her. It set her blood afire.

Thor thrust a little harder. A wave of relief swept over him to hear a gasp of delight rather than one of pain. He ground his teeth together, his beast straining against its restraints, growling and snarling. Each time he brought his cock forward into his slave's hot groin, he imagined how tight and wet she would be if he were to enter her. The mere thought made him even hotter, the thought of a girl so innocent and fragile with his monstrously sized cock buried in her wet depths as she screamed and he brutally dominated her.

But Thor had to stop those thoughts from becoming reality. Now, not only did he know that Harmony was not ready, but neither was he. His control was not as gentle as it needed to be; his lust and darkness could so easily overpower him and kill the girl even more easily. If his control was under threat when he was being as gentle with her as possible, then who knew the destruction he could cause with her if he was even remotely like his usual self?

Harmony's hands, pressed firmly against the god's chest, curled violently, nails close to breaking against iron skin and muscle. It all felt so good. She spread her legs even wider, body writhing with desire. Something was coming, she could feel it; she didn't know what but she knew it would be amazing, whatever it was. All she needed was her master's powerful body to keep rubbing against her own dainty form.

Nearer and nearer, Harmony's body suddenly exploded with mind-blowing pleasure. Her inside walls tightened again and again, and as a series of loud moans tore from her lips, Harmony felt her body weaken until she was like a ragdoll. Unable to continue, she went limp against the mattress when the untameable whirlpool of pleasure calmed, gasping and sweating very lightly. Thor lowered himself, still fully erect, and covered her lips with his.

He could feel her trembling from exhaustion; even her lips quivered slightly as they moved lovingly against his. Cupping her face, Thor broke the kiss and rested his forehead lightly on hers, a smile stretched across his face. "You did well, my little love. See? There is nothing in pleasure to be frightened of," he stroked her cheek with a gentleness that still managed to surprise her.

Feeling a yawn coming along, Harmony put her hand to her mouth just before she opened it, and at the same time she stretched her little legs. She looked up at him shyly but she found he was only smiling at how adorable she was. As he exhaled deeply, Thor kissed her again, tender yet passionate. The god rolled off her, leaving her feeling suddenly cold, almost like there was something suddenly missing from her.

"I shall let you rest now, my flower," he muttered, opening his arms to her once he was settled on his side.

With no flicker of hesitation, Harmony shuffled in closer eagerly. Her heart sprung as his thick arms sealed her in their embrace, tight against his hulking form. She pressed her ear to his chest and heard his steady heartbeat, pounding like a huge drum, the sound resonating through the cage of his ribs. Calm and content beyond imagination, Harmony closed her eyes and felt all warm inside.

Thor kissed her head frequently, overruled by affection for the mortal, and he sometimes would lift one of his giant-sized hands and stroke her dark curls, soothing her so much that even the existence of fear was hidden away.

His beast would be out to play soon, danger would be around every corner, and a gentle hand not so easily won. But Harmony decided she was ready for it, and even a faint spark ignited at the dark desire.

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