The blood in Harmony's veins was ice, colder than any element in Jotunheim. Yet her heart continued to burn in effort, somehow never failing to find the energy to keep on pounding. A delicate sheen of cold sweat covered her forehead, jolts of electricity sparking along the hairs on the back of her neck. The palm against her mouth was cold and clammy. She didn't dare move it.
A gripping shiver took hold of her as her ears detected the awful noise of the door creaking again, followed by the sound of it clicking shut. Now she was caught, it was almost all over for her. It wouldn't take long for her hiding to be compromised, and she'd be lost to his mercy.
It took all her will power not to choke on a sob that was hitched in her throat or two suppress the whimper lingering on her lips. Her fragile mind tried to wonder what he might do when he got his hands on her – would he laugh and play softly with her…or would he be rough and brutally dominating? She dreaded the answer.
"Where are you hiding, my little slave?" Thor's deep rumble of a voice was accompanied by heavy footsteps slowly descending the stairs, and Harmony felt a tingle between her little legs.
Thor's footsteps stopped and silence hung in the air like a bitter fog.
Harmony was sure he could hear her despite her efforts to keep herself quiet; his godly hearing could detect sounds she never could. He could probably smell her too, and that little theory was confirmed when she heard her master inhale sharply through his nose, following by a hum of almost approval.
"Disobeying an order now, are we?" his voice was like thunder.
With another huge shudder, Harmony felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. She wished she could reveal herself though she knew somehow that he actually wanted her to stay hidden so he could have his hunt. Part of her started to make a plan to escape the storage room and flee again. Somehow she'd have to manoeuvre from her hiding place to the door without being discovered, something more easily said than done.
Each second was unbearable. Each muffled breath felt like it could be her last.
"Where are you hiding?' the dark sound of the God's voice barely registered before there was an almighty crash.
The blood chilling shatter was all that stood between Harmony's yelp of terror and her master's ears. A bone crunching weight settled in her frail chest, and the urge to hyperventilate was insufferable, to let her nerves shatter and break into sobs maddening.
She could not see what he had broken, and guessed it had been to frighten her more than anything - it had certainly worked.
The image was easy to conjure in her mind's eye; the picture of Thor swiping his mighty arm out and striking a piece of furniture, less breakable than her, and shattering it to splinters with neither strain nor effort.
Harmony put every ounce of focus that had yet to be clouded over by mindless fear into working out where in the room he was, listening out for any possible sound her mortal senses could pick up; she couldn't risk moving. Her arms were tingling horribly, desperate to wipe away the tears blurring her vision. But she had to stay still.
Thor's footfalls sounded again, resonating around the chamber like thunder to Harmony's ears as she tried to work out which way they were moving.
His right. Her left.
Hand still covering her mouth, the quivering slave took the deepest, quietest breath she could manage, feeling control over her limbs reawaken. Silently, to her ears, she eased forward painfully slowly. Her body protested, trembling with effort and need to move faster, pain spiking through her weak muscles. With the grace of a decrepit cat, Harmony carefully placed her palms flat down into the stone floor, her body now awkwardly on her hands and knees, angled to her right.
Keeping her form low, Harmony slunk a little more fluently, but just as slowly, to the right side of her hiding place, while her ears remained on guard as her only protection.
"Should a beast devour his prey," Thor's voice reached her again, dark, sultry and playful, "or play with her first?"
Harmony felt her entire body wrack like reeds being mercilessly bombarded with blizzard gales, forcing her to stop until the invisible assault on her body passed over.
He had said…devour.
Her body was in discomfort like she couldn't describe by the time she had crawled far enough to peep out into the chamber. She half expected to see him right before her eyes, poised and ready to spring into attack.
But only the sight of the room greeted her, just as she'd entered it. No sign of her master.
Suddenly, his heavy footsteps met with the hard stone floor, seeming louder every time, and Harmony jerked back before she could stop herself like a mouse caught in a cat's eye. She silently screamed at herself.
Stupid! Fool! Idiot!
He would have heard her for sure now. She'd given it away. She was done for…
Silence.
Harmony's eyes were still fixed on her previous spot, a painful strain in her head as her eyes seemed to stretch. Each and every muscle in her tiny form was tight and set, likening her to a living statue. She had no idea what would come next, and all she could do was wait. The silence seemed to prolong while nothing happened. Inch by inch, Harmony's wide, dark eyes edged back to the centre of her vision, now looking straight ahead.
She saw a shadow…His shadow.
It towered – he towered – over all else the slave could see. Her little heart stopped dead. She felt herself grow uncomfortably hot as more cold sweat broke out on her forehead and her chest felt so tight. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't move, she couldn't think. The silhouette of her master was an immense mountain against the wall, giant-like.
He was standing right behind her. Harmony couldn't remember how much now stood between them, and if it would be enough to conceal her from his sight…so long as he didn't look down.
"Hmmm," Harmony flinched violently at the sound of her master's voice, her frozen body abruptly gaining a little life as it arched inwards.
But she barely had time to think about it; her eyes saw the hulking shadow lunge like lightning and suddenly the bed giving her feeble shelter was ripped away from her, all too quick for her mind. Her body, however, had instinctive speed to match the attack. She rolled impossibly quickly, her torso remaining upright as she fled from her master's onslaught, as the old bed was flipped but managed to land the right way up, even more battered than before.
Mind clouded, the young slave scrambled desperately to her feet, a terrified whimper finally escaping her. Such an innocent, helpless noise was music to Thor's ears. He would never tire of the sweet sounds she was able to make, both in ecstasy and terror. A wide, dark grin spread over his lips as he watched the girl try to escape. Her attempts were close to pitiful.
As if she could flee from him!
In less than two strides, Thor was upon her. His long, thick arms snatched out, scooping the slave up into his unbreakable, caging embrace. Harmony cried out, a high and petrified sound, and even more delicious than her little whimper.
The ground was suddenly miles beneath her feet. Around her, Thor's arms tightened to the point of near crushing, merciless, like a hawk capturing prey in its talons, while his hands were hot and heavy on her body. The god chuckled darkly at her thrashing struggles, and curled her easily into a ball as he did so. Not moments later, he tossed her onto the tattered bed and picked up her anticipated cry almost before she opened her mouth, sure enough that she would not be hurt very much.
With the momentum of her landing, Harmony was able to flip herself onto all fours, quickly and with relative ease. Blood pounded in her ears as she hastily made another attempt to scramble away, but Thor was already upon her; with one finger pressing lightly into her back, he pushed her whole body down onto the thin mattress on her stomach, and she stilled in fear.
There was no point in trying to flee now, he had her and she was at his complete mercy.
She could not see but he stood over her, one knee on the bed next to her, his other foot remaining firmly on the ground. His finger added a little more pressure, and Harmony realised he was pressing on the single vertebrae at the very centre of her back. Just a little more strength and she feared the bone would crumble, cracking up her entire spine. She let out a whimper, cheek pressed into the bed and unable to look at her captor.
Thor leaned over, creating a deep arch in his back as he brought his lips close to his slave's ear, "There you are," his slow baritone rumble made Harmony begin to tremble, and he saw her squeeze her eyes shut. "Now, I shall ask again, should a beast devour his prey," he paused to let the words sink in, "or play with her first?"
On top of all her trembling, an especially big shiver worked its way down Harmony's body as her lips numbed, unable to form an answer. Heat radiated off Thor's body so close to hers, his breath hot next to her ear, and then he laughed softly, terrifyingly. Pressing her lips tightly together, Harmony made a distressed whine.
Slowly, and purposefully to unnerve her further, Thor pressed his free hand flat down next to Harmony's head, his adjacent leg still on the ground, surrounding her in a feeling of helpless entrapment. The single finger of his other hand continued to pin her almost too easily; she could have moved her limbs or arched her body, but one wrong move and a little added strength, she'd never move again.
Thor eased closer, his lips right by her ear now, "If I become too much," he sounded suddenly different, he sounded careful, sincere, "say the word 'Midgard' and I will soften." The brief change of demeanour quickly vanished from existence as the Thunderer straightened his long back and looked down at the shaking mortal, listening to her uneven, quick breaths and feeling her body quiver under his hand. Though she could not see his face or any body language, even Harmony's instincts were sharp enough to detect the transformation of her master.
Thor eased all force of his finger on her vertebrae and carefully slid his whole hand over the back of her ribs, gliding over her waist and hooked underneath her. She was weightless as he moved her further onto the bed, bringing her head up to the old, worn pillows, before crawling over her, not yet touching her. Tiny hands gripped the pillows, so tight that the knuckles turned pale, while the bed creaked in protest at the generous weight of the Prince.
Will you hurt me? Harmony wanted to ask. She was not sure what he had in store for her – when he had said 'too much' did that mean in pleasure or pain…or both?
At that moment, she wasn't sure what frightened her more, intimate pleasure or pain.
Thor's thick fingers threaded through her tangle of curls, the pads of his digits caressing her scalp for a moment before they curled, seizing a fist of those chestnut locks in a harsh grip. Harmony whined in pain, her whole body jerking with nothing to hold her down, while her mouth ached with need to beg, to plead but she kept herself silent.
A deep, low growl reverberated through Thor's chest, the noise flowing so naturally, so easily through him, and a clear reminder was revived in Harmony's mind of just how dangerous he was. This titan man was unstoppable, invincible. All she had left to her were her pleas, whimpers for mercy and kindness, her tiny delicate form and her submissive nature – surely that would keep her from harm and danger. Any being with a little humanity would spare such an innocent creature.
"You thought you could run from me?" Thor's dark whisper wracked through her body, almost mocking her for ever thinking that she might succeed in evading him. He sounded almost cruel as his fingers tightened in her long, dark curls, eliciting another delicate whine of pain. "You thought you could escape?"
Harmony choked out a sob against the pillow, throat tight, fighting every urge inside her to struggle as her hands gripped what they held even tighter, the little muscles of her body filled with sickening tension, screwing her eyes up even more.
Before she could breathe again, Thor had flipped her with perfect precision. The wind was knocked out of her as her back collided with the unyielding mattress, and she understood perfectly in that moment that Thor was not going to be soft with her. She wondered if this was anything like how he was with all other maidens and ladies he'd been with, was he giving her a taste?
With one rough hand, Thor pulled her legs apart, wide enough so he could settle between them, his weight gently crushing her and limiting her ability to breathe well, while his hand remained fisted in her hair. Arching, Harmony bared her delicious, fragile neck to him in an attempt to ease his weight and fill her tiny lungs with air. Thor's hips ached to be pressed against his slave's but he wanted to be close to her face for now; the size difference between them would not easily allow both.
Holding her head in a vice-like grip, Thor made sure his eyes bore deeply into hers, making small jerks if she looked away until she understood his order, "You thought you might defeat me, little maiden?"
Harmony didn't speak, only stared. She stilled in his arms at the question, only her eyes moving voluntarily to search his face, other than that perfectly still, a part of her inquisitive as to what he would do next, how he planned to respond when nothing was given. It greatly surprised her when he stared plainly back at her, just as still as she was, his eyes delving into her as he seemed to be unlocking the doors to her soul, and she soon grasped that he was waiting for her.
Blinking, she shook her head quickly, moving as much as his grip on her hair would allow, lips folding inwards, giving away the anticipation and dread of what he would do next.
"Tsk, lying is very disobedient," Thor growled close to her face, acting almost as a cue to trigger her helpless quivering. "You would not have tried to escape me…unless," his blazing sapphire orbs lit up with cruel mirth, a mask of feigned, yet awfully teasing, confusion falling into place, "…you were afraid?"
Harmony gulped. She was not a stupid girl, nor totally naïve, she was able to guess what he was doing, what tricks danced behind his eyes. The colour drained from her cheeks as the mask of pondering slipped from Thor's face and the seductive darkness bled through. He dipped his head down low, right up against her ear, "Poor little one," he purred. "So afraid of her master? Too terrified of her god?"
Harmony whimpered loudly, her body wriggling under the Thunderer and he let her squirm, both of them knowing she would never prevail. Her petite hands gripped his shoulders. Thor had not been expecting her to do anything of the sort, however, with a brief glance, he smiled. He loved it when she reached out for him, begged him to comfort her and protect her.
Thor eased his lips away from her ear, ghosting along the skin of her jaw, then her cheek, until his lips brushed against hers, feeling her weak, ragged breaths on his flesh. She wanted to kiss him. Having his lips so close made her insides clench with frustration.
Instead of pressing his lips to hers, Thor pressed his body into her with more weight and the girl yelped in pain. He wore a feral, wolfish grin as he looked down at her. Today would not be about teaching her, either about pleasing a man and the ways of intimacy, or even about learning her own body. On such occasions he had now sworn he would be more gentle and slow, giving her as much time as she needed to open herself up and being patient as she learned intimacy for the first time. She was untouched, and he wanted her first experiences to be ones taken with care and attention. He could be as rough as he wanted once she was acquainted and familiar with what he had already taught and shown her.
"Are you afraid of me, slave?" Thor growled softly, the movement of his tempting lips bringing him ever so closer to her own lips but still never quite touching enough. Harmony's eyes widened. He had never called her that before. Never.
"Yes, master," she whispered.
"Good," Thor drawled out. "How afraid of me?"
Harmony took a deep breath and lubricated her dry throat with saliva. Sounding like a dying woman probably wasn't the most appealing of things. "Beyond terrified, my lord," she paused, daring to speak a bit more, "As terrified as a slave should be of their master."
Thor chuckled, deep and rich. She wasn't sure if she'd amused him or just lined herself up for a worse fate. Her hands tentatively gripped his thick shoulders, unsure if the gesture was still welcome, but he made no signs of discontent and she knew that if he did not like something, he would let her know.
With no indication, Thor suddenly did kiss her. Her fingers became rigid with shock as her body was crushed into the mattress, which felt rather uncomfortable now that she was forced so deeply into it. Thor's lips were nearly too strong for her, instantly overpowering her, conquering her. Silently wincing, Harmony's hands dug into his shoulders but the rising heat of her young body betrayed the effect he was having on her, just with his lips.
She was afraid, she was in pain…but gods she wanted him to kiss her!
Electricity sparked between their hot mouths, and as the need grew, Harmony pushed closer as her arms glided around his neck. Thor's fingers rubbed tiny circles into her scalp, guiding her movements to his own. Against his abdominals, he felt her heat deepening while his senses could already catch a hint of her arousal in the air around them.
Kissing her was intoxicating. She was like a drug, the perfect morsel to sate his hunger, he thought as his tongue pushed between her willingly parted lips. Just a small moan or soft gasp was more exciting than the screams and cries he had adeptly elicited from his former lovers. She would never be quite like any of them, and that was why he wanted her so much. She was special. She would always be special.
Thor's tongue didn't even have to fight for dominance as their mouths moulded as one, and he groaned softly at the feeling of Harmony's tongue dancing timidly, but no less passionately with his. Her breaths were heavy through her nose, struggling to feed her air-starved lungs. Thor kept kissing her, denying her body the most basic of needs, and only released her from his kiss when her heart quickened and quivered in desperation. "I think you enjoy fearing me," he murmured against her lips, before starting a line of hot, lingering kisses along her jaw. "Your body betrays you," he nuzzled her earlobe before giving it a harsh bite that made her yelp and twist under him.
"You're a god, how could it not?" Harmony's voice was unexpectedly breathless, her eyes hooded and dark.
The Prince chuckled again, right in her ear this time. She was unable to hold back a slow gasp as his sound worked its way down her spine, and her untouched womanhood clenched. "You learn well, little slave," he purred darkly.
Not waiting for a reply, or even anticipating one, Thor began his descent to her slender neck, pressing his lips to the pale column. The flesh yielded to the strength of his lips, tender under his touch. Biting softly into her bottom lip, Harmony stifled a moan, and then wondered why she had done it; there was no risk to voicing her pleasure, her master liked it, in fact.
Thor's stubble grazed sensitive skin as he left deliberately slow, sensuous kisses, leaving nowhere untouched. Harmony's eyes fluttered shut, starting to relax a little, almost forgetting everything other than the teasing assault on her neck and the tightness in her lower belly, the ache inside her slowly dominated her mind. Nearly by instinct now, her hands threaded through his golden hair, never greedy, just affectionate. She loved the way her master's hulking frame could imprison her without even trying. She would have been heaving if he was not pressing a mere fraction of his weight down on her.
Thor's lips opened, still pressed against her neck, tasting her skin with a long stroke of his tongue, and a delicate moan passed his ears like a soft summer breeze. Groaning deeply into his slave's neck, Thor covered her in hot, wet licks and kisses and felt her inexperienced body writhe softly under him. He grinned, just below her ear, before caressing her ear with his long tongue. His kisses to her neck had been strong, but this required a little gentleness for her to be driven wild.
Powerful jolts of electricity were sent shooting down Harmony's spine, rendering her frozen as Thor lapped inside her ear with the tip of his tongue, eyes closed, lips parted and rounded. Suddenly, her hips bucked upwards, the restraints on her body snapping like spider threads, and Thor lifted his head, wearing an expression of dark amusement on his handsome face. "All in time, little one," he purred, and Harmony saw how huge his pupils were as she opened her eyes, making his sapphire eyes seem almost black. "As much as I'd love to fuck you now," Harmony shivered involuntarily and Thor saw a soft tremble in her lip, "I'm much too strong for you. You're not ready to take me, it'd be such a shame to destroy something so fragile, and yet so easy…"
Harmony whimpered, her bones seemed so brittle all of a sudden, just waiting to crumble. Her hands dropped from his hair and now pressed flat against his collar, pushing away in vain. The more she pushed, the more Thor lowered his weight on top of her. All the while, he looked deep into her eyes, and his hips ached lustfully as he drank in the fright in her wide amber eyes.
"Please," the word fell off Harmony's lips like a prayer, hands still pushing away.
"I wouldn't if I were you," the god warned in a growl as he pushed back, making her cry out as he crushed her.
"Master," his slave begged in response. It was hurting so much. She didn't know how to stop him coming down on top of her. She couldn't breathe. The more he came down, the more she struggled. "It hurts!"
He wasn't stopping.
In a moment of blind terror, Harmony thought he might actually kill her.
"You will learn one way or another," Thor spoke calmly. "Truly a pity to break something so innocent. Think about what you're doing."
Harmony sobbed without tears. She could feel her ribs bending inwards, her insides compressing. Panic surrounded her mind in a thick fog, making it increasingly harder to think. Struggling was only bringing her closer to the brink of being crushed to death. But stopping would mean having to bear the agony. With another loud whimper, Harmony stopping pushing at his collar, now forced to endure the mountain of pain over all her body.
"Do not fight battles you cannot win," Thor told her, slowly easing his weight on her. "I wouldn't have thought you would have needed reminding."
Harmony said nothing, her arms slipping around her own torso and her face contorted in pain. Thor's weight was no longer on her, yet her body still felt like it was being crushed and she wanted to curl up in a tight ball until it went away. Thor cupped her face. "I told you it'd be easy," he murmured.
Harmony only whined, nursing her ribs. "Perhaps you will learn never to try and escape me again," Thor continued, "You will not succeed, little one."
"But-But you'll kill me," Harmony stuttered and Thor pressed a finger to her lips.
"I could, effortlessly, but I would not," he said. "This is why I wouldn't fuck you now, despite there being nothing I want more. You need to be ready for me, or I could fuck you to death."
Harmony swallowed. Her already wide eyes widened a little further as her mind's eye conjured up horrifying images. Meanwhile the pain in her torso was slowly starting to ebb away.
Smirking menacingly, Thor let her imagine for a moment before suddenly flipping them with perfect control. He held her tight to him, one hand resting on her back and the other on her hind, and he noticed the girl wince. "So fragile," he whispered. "It makes you more beautiful." With that, he reached up and captured her lips, still in complete control. He felt the heat between her legs against his belly, reminded how easily he could combine fear and lust in his lovers.
Power was an aphrodisiac.
Thor nipped at Harmony's lips playfully, while unsure of whether move her up or down on his body; but he was certain of what he intended to do with her clothes. His large hands gripped the hem of her dark blue tunic, which hugged her and supported her figure enough without need of a belt, and roughly tugged it off, momentarily breaking the contact between their lips so he could force it over her head, ruffling her already tangled hair.
The feeling of her bare skin was worth fighting for.
So soft and smooth, Thor thought in delight as his hands ran over her shoulders and down her back, then up her sides as he kissed her with wild abandon. Just to touch her and hold her that way was enough to light a fire of burning hunger within him.
Naked breasts were pressed against a solid chest, the rosy peaks hardened and sensitive. The two moaned against each other's mouths, grasping for the other to be closer. Harmony's lips were gradually turning numb but she didn't care. She wasn't going to disappoint her master.
When she finally had to succumb to her need for air, Thor allowed her to pull away, not wasting a moment of time to haul her body up, leaving her breasts just below his face. Harmony could have sworn his eyes were black. She gasped at the sheer hunger in her master's face as he held her gorgeous breasts with his avid gaze, and then again when he lifted her up a little more.
There was a clench of muscles between her legs as Thor nuzzled between her breasts, holding her securely to him with one arm, leaving his other hand free to fondle her right breast and it felt firm and full against his palm. Thor kissed right in her cleavage, the soft skin of each breast caressing his cheeks. He nuzzled deeper, using his hand to help push the swells of yielding flesh together while he left a trail of wet kisses down the centre of her chest. The singing sounds of ecstasy from the mortal's mouth were so far the most beautiful he'd heard from her.
She wanted to moan and scream his name however she didn't dare. It might have displeased him for her to address him so informally without his permission.
Harmony moaned and panted wordlessly, rocking her hips into Thor's thick abdominals, unable to resist any longer and Thor's hand slid down her back to cup her bottom and help her ride him slowly. He kissed the inside of each breast, burying himself as deep as he could into her bosom. For one so little, she was actually rather well endowed, most likely through heritage.
Cupping her right breast in his large hand, Thor pinched the rosy nipple between his thumb and forefinger, while turning his head to fasten his mouth to her left. Against his stomach, he could feel the moist fabric of her leggings riding wantonly into him and his keen ears listened to the accompanying sounds of lustful delight. As he sucked hardly on one nipple, his thumb circled around the other. It hardened more and more, and he pressed lightly into it. He released her other rosy peak from his mouth and nuzzled deeply in between her breasts again, groaning like a giant beast.
Harmony bit down on her lip to stop herself moaning his name; it was like trying to fight an instinct. Then, Thor squeezed her breasts together and ran his long, wet tongue up the crevice, and Harmony could have sworn she felt herself leaking her feminine cream as her hands grabbed fistfuls of Thor's hair. He chuckled against her heaving bosom and circled his skilled tongue around her other sensitized peak.
Releasing her reddened nipple from his lips, Thor pushed her down again a little too roughly by her shoulders until her face was levelled with his neck. Parting her knees and lifting herself, Harmony moved down a bit further and settled her wet centre on top of his throbbing cock with all her weight, tilting her head back as the most pleasurable teasing sensation was sent coursing through her veins.
"Would you give yourself so eagerly to something that could kill you?" Thor rumbled, stretching out in his pleasure.
"I can't give myself to something I already belong to. I'm all yours, and no one else's," Harmony moaned delicately; she rubbed her hot core over his long thick manhood. "And what better way to die."
Thor let out a lustful growl, rewarding her by lifting his hips. The friction between them was delicious, the need growing stronger with each second they touched, and Harmony rocked her hips forward as her elegant neck extended. Both of Thor's hands took hold of her breasts and began roughly kneading them. His fingers slipped around her, as if he were going to lift her up under the arms, and his thumbs circled her erect nipples, teasing her by brushing the pads of his thumbs over them. Harmony's palms laid flat on his stomach, putting pressure down her skinny arms as she guided herself slowly, with all her weight, over her master's burning, pulsing cock.
She wondered how something so large would find its way into her and if the preparation Thor promised would really be enough; she was sure that when the time came he'd be gentle enough not to kill her; she was mildly certain something wouldn't be broken; she was certain that it'd hurt terribly at first.
Pleasure was building up inside of her, giving her strength to ride her master until she reached the inferno of ecstasy she now knew awaited her. Thor was looking up at her with those dark eyes, an endless void of pitch black surrounded by a small ring of glowing sapphire. They made her nerves shatter. She could never look her master in the eye for longer than a few seconds at a time, she wasn't meant to.
By now her breasts had grown tender under Thor's rough hands and she was feeling sore pain as well as pleasure now. He gave an especially hard squeeze, causing her body to jerk away. She curled in on herself with a wince, and when she looked up, there was the element of storm in her master's eyes. "Trying to flee again?" he said slowly, deliberately sitting up even more slowly.
Harmony shook her head quickly, biting back a moan as Thor's cock twitched under her. "It hurt," she said quietly, cautiously uncurling her spine.
Thor's massive arms encircled her, trapping her half naked body against his chest with no space for movement. "Then, you beg," he growled, leaning in towards her lips.
Despite being astride him, Harmony still had to tilt her head a little to meet his gaze, already begging silently that he wouldn't be angry with her. She could still feel the bulge between his legs and found herself succumbing to her urges as she tried to rub against him wantonly.
Thor stopped her.
Bewildered and unnerved, she searched his face for an explanation. She barely looked over an inch of his face before his lips came crashing down on hers and his hand came to cradle her head, so much strength behind everything he did.
"I yearn for you more than I should, little slave," Thor murmured against her mouth, his voice a growl from the depths of his chest. "My control wanes. I don't want you ripped open."
"R-Rip…Ripped open?" Harmony stuttered, all the colour draining from her cheeks.
Thor grinned darkly, leaving her to wonder again. "I do not want you ripped open, but I do want you in my bed, without these on," he toyed with the waistband of her leggings, the remaining sapphire in his eyes glinting.
The next few minutes passed in a hasty blur of eagerness and excitement.
When Harmony came to focus properly again, she was climbing into her master's huge bed, in something but her damp knickers. The quilt was folded back on itself and Harmony sat nestled in the numerous pillows, modestly covering herself. Thor stood at the end of the long bed, impossibly tall and huge, dressed in nothing but his night trousers, which were exceedingly tight around his hips.
His predatory eyes devoured her. Her heart raced out of control. It nearly ground to a halt as the hulking giant leaned down and placed his fists down into the mattress, his powerful shoulders rolling , thick arms bulging as he eased into a hunter's crouch. Harmony found herself utterly captivated by the simple, seductive movements.
"Such a tiny thing," he purred, his words dripping with dominance. Lifting one knee after the other, the god crawled slowly towards his prey, muscles flexing and rippling with each perfect movement.
All too slowly, yet all too quickly, Thor was upon her. He loomed like a mountain above her, making her impulsively shrink back into the pillows around her. Settling onto his elbows, Thor's huge body covered her like a heavy blanket, and her tiny hands found their way around his neck, her body still curled up tight. "So vulnerable, and in so much danger," he went on, giving her time for the words to properly sink in.
"But…you'll protect me?" Harmony's voice was tinier than she was.
Thor kissed her, pushing her head back into the pillows. "You are safe from all dangers in the Nine Realms, except for one…I am the greatest threat you will ever face, greater than all others combined, and you will never be in more danger than when you are in my arms." Keeping his weight easily on one arm, Thor swept his other arm under the slave girl, cradling her to his chest as he shadowed over her.
Harmony slowly became a quivering wreck as he spoke softly to her, yet she clung to him with all her might and Thor hummed in approval. He moved off her to adjust his position, and she was already curled in a way that offered her back to him as he settled beside her. They were both half way between lying on their sides and on their backs. Thor's leg came to rest possessively over her entire lower half, the hot planes of his chest wrapping around her back and shoulders as his arms nearly engulfed her.
"I haven't offered anyone the protection of my arms in a very long time, least of all a tiny mortal. You should be honoured," his deep baritone sent tremors through her and she snuggled back into his chest, loving the way he held her.
"I am," she managed to say timidly, resting her head and hand on the great relaxed muscle of his bicep, her fingers absentmindedly stroking the skin. "But I'm afraid."
"I know," he murmured. "So you should be, little one. But remember that you are special and there has never been another like you."
"You've never had a mortal before?" Harmony asked in a small voice.
Thor's arms constricted. "No. I have had slaves and servants before, but they were all Asgardians. Until you, I was much too rough to be close with a mortal. It has become far easier to restrain myself when I am with you."
"W-What happened to those others?"
"I killed many of them," the god answered shamelessly, and he felt the girl stiffen and shrink in his hold. "Often in rage, sometimes as punishment, sometimes merely by mistake."
"And they were all Asgardians?" Harmony gulped as she thought about how much stronger and more durable and supposedly mighty Asgardians were compared to mortals, and then of how Thor could destroy them so effortlessly.
"Yes," came the simple reply.
"You said you could," Harmony paused and forced herself to speak further, "fuck me to death. And rip me open."
Humming deeply from his chest, Thor moved his hand to cup her breast, brushing over her nipple until it hardened. "Yes, I could. I will always have the capability, but right now, it could be done by accident if I am not careful enough, which is why you must be prepared first. Ripping you open is just one way I could kill you if I fucked you."
Naïve and curious, Harmony pressed further. "How else could you do it?" she asked, and quickly added, "My lord."
Softly kneading her tender breast, Thor answered darkly, "I could crack your pelvis, cause internal bleeding. I could shatter your spine, or crush you in my arms or just simply by pressing down too much. I could even kill you with the pleasure. As you said, what better way to die?" He lowered his lips to her ear, his warm breath showering over her. "Being fucked by a god."
Harmony shuddered, but also rubbed into him, seeking his warmth and protection. The thought thrilled her and terrified her at the same time. "Have you killed anyone…that way before?"
"I have, never on purpose. I managed to render their spines to shards and fragments of bone and tear their hips open," Thor told her, tightening his arms a little more. "Do not fear that, young one. That happened a long, long time ago."
"But they were Asgardians; I am only human," Harmony whimpered, holding onto his arm. "How can I not be afraid?"
"I have had much practice in honing my control over my strength. I have never broken a bone in your body, despite how easily I could, even the first time I ever touched you, and you have always been able to calm my anger. You need not fear of that fate because I will prepare your body for me, and I will be as gentle as I am capable when the time comes," he murmured into her hair, and she nodded, reassured a little. Part of her suspected he was coating things in honey to soothe her and was terrified that 'that fate' was a little more likely than he let on.
"Master?" Harmony gathered her voice again.
"Yes, little one?"
"Why are you so much stronger than all other Asgardians? It seems you can break them just as easily as you could break a human."
Thor chuckled softly, "Not quite as easily, but yes, easily," he placed a strong kiss to her temple. "I am stronger because of my heritage. I am, in fact, only half Asgardian; Queen Frigga is not my mother. My mother was Gaea, the Earth Goddess, meaning that I am half Elder God from her side, but Frigga acted as my mother and raised me as her own. Because of my unique birth, I possess the abilities of all Asgardians but many of my abilities have surpassed that of a normal Asgardian by far, including my strength. However, even without this, I still remain the strongest and most durable of all Asgardians. I am virtually invulnerable and immune to all things such as diseases, poisons, toxins, fire, and asphyxiation, and have an exceptionally powerful life-force because of my heritage as well."
Harmony was oddly content now in her master's arms, no longer obsessing over fear of him killing her when they were intimate. She was warm and protected in his hold, snug against his chest. Nuzzling his thick bicep, Harmony closed her eyes, then she pressed an innocent kiss to his arm.
She liked learning about him, he was actually rather fascinating, and he was certainly impressive.
More than that. He was magnificent, breath-taking, unstoppable.
Harmony almost couldn't believe that she was the one he wanted. It seemed almost too good to be true that possibly the mightiest being in the Nine Realms wanted to care for and protect her and love her. Unable to quite get her head around it, she let out a breathless laugh.
"Have I said something amusing?" there was a dangerous edge to her master's voice.
"No, my lord, no," she quickly replied.
"Then what is it?" he was a little softer this time.
"I almost cannot believe it, my lord."
"What can you not believe?"
"That someone as powerful and magnificent and almighty as you would be with a creature like me," she whispered sweetly.
Thor nuzzled her hair, dominating her more gently now, "Because he loves her."
Harmony turned and looked up, deep into his eyes, "She loves him too."
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