Alyse

Thor was on a war-path as he strode through the palace corridors, in a mood that darkened the skies fouly. What a day. What a damned awful day. It was official - Thor would rather kill himself than go through another meeting with the city council. It was just so droll. Talk of tax collection, the risk of flooding from the far edge of the city river, a couple that needed to be approved for marriage... gods, the torture was endless.

He wasn't sure where he was going. The training room maybe, to beat something up. Surely that would make him feel better. There was no point going to his chambers where he'd only bubble with irritation till the sun rose again.

There were only two things that could cure him, that could relieve him of this hefty anger: something to hit, or someone to fuck.

He stormed past an open door, still making up which when the choice was taken out of his hands. He glanced inside out of intinct as he passed - and did a double-take. The latter option became a very tempting option.

His anger was shoved aside as his lips parted, shamelessly feasting his eyes on the sight inside the room.

It was the library, Thor concluded from the endless bookcases of books that lined up and down the room, a single desk at the front obviously where the attendant kept herself. Thor wasn't even sure why they needed an attendant - nobody used the library.

He had a feeling, though, that he'd become a much more frequent visitor if there were sights like these to greet him: a woman stood at a bookshelf with her back to Thor, books in her arms, her hand reaching high to replace one back in it's rightful place. Golden hair flowed down her back, but Thor's gaze was attracted lower than that. She wore a man's tunic, large enough on her to stretch down to her mid thighs, with a thin belt tying at her waist. And as she stretched, the garment lifted.

Thor's eyes greedily drank in the sight of her bare legs, her calves moulded with boots but her lower thighs fully revealed to him. And as the tunic lifted, more and more creamy flesh blessed him, until it was almost rising over the pert swell of her-

The door shut behind him with a resounding thud.

That was it, Thor growled in his head. He was having her. He stepped forward at the exact moment the maiden jumped, books tumbling out of her arms as she spun around. Thor was mildly disappointed when the clothing settled around her thighs again.

"Prince Thor-"

Thor waved off the recognition impatiently, but the girl did little for the comfort of his trousers when one ankle crossed behind the other and her knees bent in a hasty bow. The tunic lifted again graciously.

Still, her face captured him for a moment as she looked up anxiously. Her eyes were round and startled, a gorgeous soft brown colour. Her loose waves of back combed, ruffled, honey coloured hair framed her petit face perfectly, and she looked so sweet and innocent that Thor's soul hummed with desire. Her lucious lips stayed parted from where her gasp had left them, coloured with a bold red paint.

Gods, she looked divine.

But faces wasn't what Thor was interested in. His eyes once again lowered to her body.

"Do that again." He growled, the animalistic side of him drawn out from such primal temptation. Heat gathered in his gut.

The powerful rumble of his voice ran through her, and Thor didn't miss her shudder. He'd greatly enjoy that later, he noted with eagerness. For a second though, the maiden just stared at him, a frown edging into her features.

Sometimes Thor hated his title. True, it granted him the permission to do essentially whatever he wanted, sometimes he encounted the one question that he loathed, that always barred and slowed progress - why? He could read it in the girls confused orbs. There was no way she could miss the eager bulge in his trousers, her eyes flickering below her prince's belt-line.

Gods, Thor hated that hesitation, that doubt that always buried into the women he sought. Yes, they never refused him, but precious time was wasted as they needlessly wondered why the God of Thunder was coming to them.

Even if the library assistant hadn't figured out Thor's true intentions, there was still the unmissable question as to why he was here. The library. Of all people...

Thor stepped forward demandingly. The woman stepped back, her back thudding into the bookshelf. "I said," He strode forward and picked up a book from the floor, enjoying the show of flawless thigh on his way upright again. She had nowhere to go. He forced the book into her small hands. "Do that again."

His voice sounded deadly, like he was threatening the poor girl. Well, she'd make things a whole lot easier on herself if she would just obey him, if she would just accept who he was and that he was here. He was her prince, and there was no way she didn't recognise him. Get on with it, Thor urged in his head. She was reaching up again, whether of her own accord or Thor's hand, she would do it.

Wisely, she opted for the former.

Her orbs settled as she watched him, but were still wary as she slowly turned her body around. She didn't take her eyes off him until the every last moment, as if sensing her vulnerability.

Thor didn't blame her. He must look imposing to the poorly clad girl - though the attire fired Thor's blood happily, the anger that had fuelled his body quickly turning into another force, equally burning and passionate. But he stood there, eyes blazing, powerful fists curling and uncurling, armour gleaming menacingly... yes, he could understand her hesitation to turn her back to him.

But she had no choice.

Thor could hear her breathing pick up slightly as she stood there, back turned defenselessly. Then her hand obediently lifted, rising the book to it's too high shelf. Thor wasn't sure he had retrieved the right book and he didn't care, watching eagerly as the woman's body stretched to reach. She lifted herself up on her toes to try and gain ground but she was still so outgrown, her spare hand pressing into the bookshelf to steady herself.

Then something inside the god snapped; that lift, shaping her legs and roundening her hindquarters... oh gods, Thor's mouth was watering.

He stepped forward, closing the gap, and his hand covered hers up high as he nestled his body closer. He could feel her stiffen as his hand crept around her waist, round to the front of her flat stomach, feeling the toned flesh beneath the tunic. He didn't care.

It was no secret amongst the palace that Thor had his way with women, in whatever form it presented itself. If he wanted to - and he had, plenty of times - he could simply pick a maiden, a servant, a maid, a librarian as he pleased and ease himself of the primal feelings that consumed him. It was almost part of the job description; be prepared to be fucked by the God of Thunder at some point in your employment.

His lips pressed into the side of her neck tenderly and his rapidly burgeoning manhood pressed firmly into her buttocks. He ground his hips into her, folding his chest against her back, breathing the sweet scent of her hair.

Now it was her turn. There was no way by now that she was still oblivious to what Thor wanted, and Thor waited for her reaction.

As if she would refuse him! Thor had never been rejected, every maiden he had bedded only all to willing to have the chance to couple with the prince, and he had every confidence that this one would be no different. He knew the woman staff had a competition going even! - who was bedded the most by the prince Thor. Though he himself never intentionally picked a maiden more than once for his desires - frankly, as long as she had breasts and a cunt, he would fuck her - he had to admit remembering faces wasn't exactly his strong point. Especially while he was balls deep in her body, spilling his seed inside her.

This one though... he had a feeling he'd remember this one. So strange, so unusual with the man's tunic, the unconventional exposed skin, the red paint on her lips... so intriging, so fucking arousing.

And when she whined... Thor was gone.

The sound, so needy and vulnerable, was coupled with her hips pushing back into his at the heated contact and Thor didn't have the will to resist.

He groaned into her neck. His fingers clenched around hers, and the book was forced from her grip as his hips thrust forward, pushing her body against the bookshelf with a thud. Her throaty moan didn't complain. Thor's body pressed against hers, breathing in her sighs and whining breaths at the pressure. His hand kept hers captured at the top shelf, while his other let his fingers guide lower.

He felt throught the tunic; over her belly button, over more flat stomach, feeling the softness of flesh increase as he got closer and closer to his prize. His fingers were feather light as they roamed lower. Then he found that little bundle of nerves and grinned ferally into her neck.

"Ah!"

Her head thudded back into Thor's shoulder as pleasure rippled through her, Thor's fingers fluttering teasingly against her covered clit. Thor noted with satisfaction how her legs parted.

That was it

, he thought with a carnal snarl, teeth nipping at her neck as he rubbed his fingers more firmly against her, drawing out sounds that shredded his self control. He had to have her.

He span the woman round in one fluid motion, pressing her back into the bookshelves with a firm thud. Thor's lips devoured hers, not even bothering to try and stem the flow of passion that now controlled him, coursing through his veins like fire. He wanted her, he thought possessively, hips pressing forward against her womanhood needily. And he would have her.

He let his restraints fall as she responded with the same eagerness as all the others, taking that as his ticket to do as he wished. Or maybe she simply knew the outcome would be the same, permission or not, and better to get something for herself out of it.

Either way; delicate fingers laced through his hair as her lips moved against his, kissing away her red lipstick, as Thor felt her thigh creep up his, his hips pinning her back against the shelves.

And he couldn't resit another touch. His hand found her thigh, cupping the warm flesh for barely a second before he trailed up, fingers massaging as he went. They snuck under the hem of the tunic nimbly. He rolled his hand over to the inside of her thighs, forcing his hips back and her legs further apart to allow him space.

But - oh! - the rewards were heavenly!

A sharp gasp tore from her as he felt her wetness, running his fingers through the slickness between her thighs with an appreciative growl in the back of his throat.

Thor grinned.

He drank in her closed eyes, her parted lips, the way her proud chest rose and fell heavily as her hips rolled against his hand, trying to ease the unbearable pressure inside her. Something in the princes groin twitched.

He kissed her open mouth as his spare hand tore at his trouser front, his hardness only making the task more tricky. But when the womans hands ran through his hair, lifting her body to press her breasts against his chest - that was fine inspiration for Thor to work faster!

He pushed his trousers just low enough on his hips to free himself, his desire for her springing forth proudly. His hands found her hips and jerked her up, lifting her tunic clear of her lower body as he did so.

Her legs fastened round his waist without pause.

Thor pressed his heated arousal against her wetness, feeling how much she needed him, and knowing how much he needed her in return.

"What's your name?" he breathed, holding off his passion to know. He needed to know what to growl into her throat when his release came. That ... and he was genuinely curious. What name beheld such an exquisite creature?

Her head was leaned back against the bookshelves and for a moment Thor wondered if she'd heard him, so lost in her ecstasy. Her hips ground into his, granting them both a rush of pleasurable warmth. Finally, her parted lips found sound other than lustful sighs. "Alyse."

A satisfied rumble ran through Thor's chest. Alyse ... she would be his. A heated sigh washed over Thor's mouth as he rubbed himself up against her, feeling her desire as his own. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her throat.

"What a daring garment." he murmured against her skin.

Her hands fell to his powerful shoulders, gripping firmly. "My brother's tunic." she sighed. "I like to be different."

Teeth replaced tender lips on her neck and she threw her head as far back as the bookshelf would allow her to give him greater access. The sharp nips of his teeth just gave her chills of pleasure.

"I like it." The blood sang in his veins as he ran his palms over the soft skin of her thighs, her hips, lifting to her waist before the infernal belt clung the tunic down to bar his way. His low growl of frustration was matched with a well aimed thrust from his hips, the head of his cock nudging her opening. Even though Thor couldn't feel it, he knew her hands were gripping the armour over his shoulders tighter. Nothing hid her cry from him though, the delicious sound earning her another graze of teeth against her throat. "I like it a lot."

Alyse could only mewl, her hips grinding hard against Thor's manhood. Her head was back, her eyes closed, her lips parted - and Thor had never been happier to drive a woman of her control, leaving her open and helpless to him.

As if sensing he couldn't appreciate her grip, her hands moved from his shoulders to delve and grip in his hair again, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. It brought him closer, sealing what little gap there had been between their bodies before. The head of his cock started to part her nether lips.

Thor was enjoying himself more than he'd ever hoped for, hands gripping Alyse's hips to give him back the control. He almost pitied her at how cruel he was for not simply plunging deep into her cunt.

But it was almost too much to resist, just to watch her writhe. Whines and moans, high pitched, yet throaty and oh-so needy left her lips, rubbing herself against Thor's manhood frantically. Her hips were desperate, every tiny touch of friction making her groan with pleasure.

Thor couldn't help the satisfied smirk... and yet he was jealous. He ought to get as good as he gave, right?

His teeth bared as the carnal lust washed through him again, and the beast dominated. Screw that he was in his armour, screw that he had her backed up against a bookshelf in the fucking library - feeling her body weep for him, watching the tears form in the corners of her eyes he'd made her so dire... oh, it just broke him.

He groaned into her neck as he gave her what she wanted, driving his hips forward into her wanton, wet heat. Her quim gripped him needily as he slid home in one hard, brutal thrust, knocking her body back against the bookshelf so viciously he was sure she would bruise.

For now though, neither of them had the will to care.

She moaned so hard, Thor swore he could feel the tension leave her chest as he filled her, stretching her in ways he was sure must cause her some sort of pain at such a sudden intrusion. There was no denying Thor was generously well endowed.

Thor decided he liked this girl a lot more than he'd first anticipated, as her hips ground against his, urging him frantically to move. It seems pain didn't hold her back as it did with most. Perhaps she was like Thor in that sense - pain only drove her on further. Perhaps it was something she required just as much as bread and water, the exhilaration too much to ignore.

His teeth found her neck again as he surrendered to his body's desires, powering his hips into Alyse's with an impressive speed. Well, the maids didn't have a competition for nothing; sex with Thor was quite the experience.

Alyse could only claw and beg, her eyes wide and glazed with lust over Thor's shoulder. She held on to him, meeting his hips thrust for thrust as if he was the only thing keeping her alive.

The feeling was mutual, as Thor's hands simply couldn't touch enough of her heated skin. The belt broke with a snap.

His arms gathered up Alyse impatiently, her legs securing around his waist, leaving him deeply embedded in her as he pulled her away from the book shelf. He wanted both hands free to explore, not resticted to holding her up. It took one great sweep of Thor's arm to clear Alyse's desk of it's books and papers.

Her arms never lost her grip on him as he set her down on the surface of her work, using the bracing structure to plunge even deeper inside her, hammering at the entrance to her womb. And, by all the gods, she loved it.

Thor's hands ran over her body under the tunic, feeling her pert, alert breasts, squeezing the soft flesh.

Then the burning in his gut became simply unbearable and he couldn't take it anymore. His hands found her thighs and he used the leverage to his undoubtable advantage, thrusting into her with mindblowing brutality and strength. Hard and fast. Right now, they both just needed the bliss of release.

The cries never ceased. As Thor pounded into her relentlessly Alyse threw herself right back at him, hips moving furiously to intice that delicious friction, that addictive pressure all the faster.

Her teeth bit her lip, her hand left his hair to run and tug through the tangled of her own. Gods, Thor thought, she was magnificent!

He really was finding her truly fascinating as he watched her tug her hair, noting the way her teeth ground into her lip. He kissed her quickly, before she could draw blood. All the same... Thor's lips stilled his passion fuelled kisses to her mouth and his hand grabbed a fist of her hair, yanking her head back. She let out an exited yelp, hips twitching.

The gorgeous length of her throat was bared to him and Thor let his mouth slip over her jaw, once again releasing his teeth. Gods, this was so hot, he thought, as Alyse's nails scraped the sides of his neck, his teeth firmly marking hers. He sighed, ran his warm tongue over the marks, and cocked his head to the other side to find an unclaimed spot and repeat the process.

His hips lost all control, the hand that wasn't lost in Alyse's hair wrapping around her body and hugging her body flush against his. Now he could understand how she liked this, her nails digging firmer into his neck as their release came closer, both battering to reach it.

Thor had heard of this, but it never been something he'd tested himself - for some people, pain brought them pleasure. That they liked being dominated, brutalised...

That certainly seemed to be the case with Alyse!

Thor was suprised no one had come to see what the Hell was going on, surely someone hearing the sexualised screams that tore from Alyse's bitten throat. He'd never heard such sounds before. Never had he heard something that turned him on so bad, made him jealous of the soul shattering pleasure they were obviously recieving. Alyse sounded like Thor was breaking her heart and body to pieces - and she loved every second of it!

A groan strained from Thor's chest as he couldn't bear it anymore, thrusting his hardness into Alyse with little care as to her comfort. If she enjoyed pain, then it wouldn't matter. Thor lost control, rasping as he chased down his completion, knowing it was so close he could taste it.

Then Alyse's hands gripped him harder, her legs secured firmer, body pressed, screams rose - and they shattered together.

Thor growled through his teeth in her flesh, burying himself deep inside Alyse's heat as his release flooded through him, his hot, shooting seed creaming the entrance of her womb. He let her quivering quim milk him, drain him of everything he had as he groaned against her skin with every outward breath, head reeling from the intensity of his soaring high.

Wow...he thought with an amazed daze, finally releasing his teeth from Alyse's neck, and slowly pressing a kiss to where he'd bitten. His heart hammered in his chest, his hand slackening in her hair.

He peeled his head back and watched her recover. Her eyes were shut, her hands and nails softening completely against his neck. Her lips parted so delicately, begging to be kissed. He obliged with a tenderness that suprised him for the brutality with which he'd just claimed her.

Alyse...yes, he'd remember her. She'd taught him things he hadn't known about his own body, about his own desires. Thor held her as she went weak in his arms, and he realised just how exhausting - as well as arousing - the whole thing was. All that exhilaration, all that adrenaline... even he could feel it taking it's toll on him, sapping his strength. Gods only knew what it was doing to her!

He held her body to his as he straightened up and soon found his answer. Her body went limp as the last of her star dazzled conciousness abandoned her, her head melting down onto his shoulder in exhaustion.

Thor held her delicately as he gently pulled himself out of her, removing himself from between her legs. He angled her knees to one side of his hips as he corrected her tunic to protect her modesty. He kept her cradled in his arm while he tucked himself back into his trousers.

Then the absurdity of what he'd just done hit him hard - he'd just screwed the librarian on top of a fucking desk! A disbelieving smile ghosted over his lips and he glanced down to the spent woman, knocked out hard from her destroyingly powerful orgasm. He returned both arms to cradling her. For the vixen she'd been, scraping, clawing, tugging, needing the pain and brutality to excite her... she looked as innocent and sweet as a sleeping child now, and Thor's heart tugged with endearment.

What a woman, he thought with admiration, hand brushing disobedient strands of hair from her face, palm cupping her cheek tenderly.

Then an idea hit him - he didn't want to let her go so easily.

The possessiveness, the obsolute desire, rumbled through his chest afresh as he stared down at the beautiful creature he held, dreaming of the small taste she'd graced him. What else could she introduce him to? What other mindblowingly hot things could he explore, knowng that she would crave it as long as it had Thor control her to his hearts will. There was something so deliciously malivolent about the idea and Thor struggled to hold back the feral grin that spread on his face.

His mind was unquestionably made up.

He scooped up Alyse in his arms and strode from the library, leaving the strewn books, broken belt and unforgetable memories in their lustful wake.