Her plea had won him over, but Thor had tried, adamantly, to explain the lust she now felt wasn't her own, that Freyr had 'blessed' her with his touch and through that, the gift of lust and desire. Thor wasn't sure it could be considered a gift as it took away all self-control and self-awareness, but Namira wasn't dissuaded by that revelation. Her hand slipped around his cock before he could stop her, stroking him firmly. Firmly he gripped her chin and forced her gaze on him, "Before I give you what you need, tell me how he touched you Namira, how long."
The spoken command seemed to filter through the haze of lust as Namira licked her lips and answered, "His fingers brushed along my leg... like this..."
She demonstrated the small, brief caress and Thor nodded in understanding, "The effect should fade quickly."
His lips captured hers in a possessive kiss, "I don't appreciate him touching you."
Her eyes sparked with a playful amusement, "You never learned to share?"
Though she had been joking, his hands gripped her ass and pulled her unto his cock without hesitation, without warning. Namira moaned as he filled her, his cock spreading her wide around him as she wrapped her arms around her neck to ease the penetration as she angled her hips to him. His voice came in just a low whisper into her ear, "If I share, Namira, it'll only be with my direct permission and..." He thrust into her with another of those possessive growls, "I think we've long established that you're mine." As if to illustrate his meaning, he timed his thrusts to his words, "Mine to touch." A pause. Then another thrust as he spoke, "Mine to share." Another thrust, "Mine."
Namira shivered at the intensity in his words, moaning with each hard thrust in answer, in confirmation, but it wasn't enough. Again he forced her face up to meet his gaze, "Tell me, Namira."
The command overruled the need she felt, the desperation, "I... Yes... Yes...Oh... Thor..." With each thrust, she moaned a word, and yet they made no message as he stilled within her, telling her again, "Tell me what I want to hear from you, Namira."
She whimpered at the loss of friction, the sudden stillness as he'd gotten her right to the edge. Namira couldn't find the words to tell him, couldn't override her need for release with enough clarity to answer him. She tried to move, to ride him, but his hands gripped her tightly and held her firmly still, firmly in place. Another whimper fell from her lips as she nipped at his neck and spoke against his skin, "Yours... Yours... Thor..."
It wasn't quite the verbal declaration he'd wanted, but Thor seemed to accept her inability to form a sentence right now. As he started thrusting into her again, Namira moaned and swiftly found herself nearing the edge again.
Her body started to tighten, but Thor fell still again. The sound of whimpered frustration that fell from her drew a chuckle from his lips, but didn't persuade him to move, to help her reach her peak. His thumb traced along her lips again and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth as he commanded her once more, "Beg me for it. Convince me to let you come."
Namira moaned around his digit, swirling her thumb as she tried to angle her lips to create the friction she caved, her hand moving to rub her clit but his hand wrapped around hers, bringing it back to wrap around his neck, "Beg, Namira."
She whimpered softly, defeatedly, submissively, "Please..."
His brow raised at her, wordlessly telling her to be more specific, "Please... Let me... Let me come."
Thor chuckled at this, kissing her gently, affectionately, "Have you earned this? Tell me, do you deserve this?"
Namira moaned softly, clenching her muscles around his cock just once as she nodded, "Yes... Yes I deserve to come, sir."
Thor smiled, pleased by the title, then nodded, "I'll count you down. Five seconds, Namira, five seconds and then you come for me, calling out my name. Five seconds. If you make me wait... I'll deny you until tomorrow."
Namira nodded wordlessly, then mumbled a soft, "Yes sir" in reply in an afterthought.
As Thor started thrusting again, his thumb rubbing her clit in time with each thrust, he started to count down for her. "Five......" She felt pressure increasing, her muscles slowly tightening, "Four....." His thrusts grew harder, almost erratic, "Three....." Her moans grew louder as he brought her closer to the edge, "Two....."
Her head fell back as she moaned, her body reaching the point of no return now, "One....."
Namira's body clenched around him as she moaned, "Come for me Namira. Milk my cock."
The words sent her over the edge as she called out his name while she climaxed, her muscles so tightly wrapped around him now that he came with her, filling her up.
He stilled after giving her a final thrust, kissing her deeply.
Namira felt the haze of lust clear from er mind, a deep blush covering her cheeks as she realised how wanton she'd been, how out of control.
Thor's fingers gently caressed along her cheek, "No shame, no regret, Namira."
Her eyes raised to meet his, "You were perfect."
Namira's cheeks flushed an even darker shade of red at this, but she felt eased by his assurance. She leaned in to kiss him softly, "Thank you Thor."
The ripple of power went through the air, smaller now as she reached the height of the power he could control and he smiled, "You're most welcome."
Namira sat in his lap, still straddling him and gently played her fingers through his hair, "I'm nervous about tonight."
Thor nodded in agreement, "As am I, but I have faith. I will not lose you."
Namira's brow furrowed in concern, "But what if they... what if they stop us?"
Thor kissed her again, the kiss bruising in its passion, possessive, "They can try."
TBC...
