The Challenge

Six

Thor stole them away from the great hall so fast it left Namira dizzy from the journey through space and time. She wasn't used to it and when she didn't expect it the effect was that much. Her God didn't give her time to linger in the thought however, claiming her lips in a possessive kiss, "I don't want you to bind anyone else to you, Namira."
The words were spoken softly, but the tone was clear. It held a possessive jealousy she didn't understand, "It's... just a way to keep us safe. It means nothing."
Thor claimed her lips again, in a kiss both hard and demanding as it bruised her lips, "It means everything, they're bound to you, oathbound, soul bound."

Namira's lips curved into a light smile, "But I am only bound to you, Thor, only yours."
The words seemed to please him as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, "Yes. Yes, you're mine."
He wasted no time as he pushed her dress up around her waist and covered her body with his own, kissing her again, "I don't like this, Namira."
Her hand touched his cheek, "But you love me?"
He nodded without a moment's hesitation, "Yes."
Namira smiled at him, "Then trust me and simply love me. If you need...remind us both why I'm yours."

Thor's eyes visible darkened as she felt him grow hard and thick against her, "You're overdressed."
He smiled at that, nodding in agreement as he pushed back off the bed and stripped down for her. Namira's eyes were wide as she watched him. She was convinced she'd never get used to the sight of him naked before her, still as impressed and awe as that very first time she'd seen him naked.

She licked her lips, then moved to take off her dress but Thor stopped her, "Leave it. I want you to keep that on, be the Goddess you are, all glowingly beautiful, luxuriously adorned, as I claim you."

Namira felt that flutter of arousal at that, her legs parting for him as he eased himself back down between her legs and on top of her, pinning her arms above her head with just one of his, devouring her mouth in another heated kiss. She felt him as his length pressed against her core, teasing but not pushing in and Thor smiled lightly as his other hand briefly squeezed her breast before trailing down her stomach through the fabric of the dress hiked up around her hips, down between her legs. Namira moaned as he pressed two fingers down on her clit, not moving, just applying pressure and stimulation that left her needy and greedy.
Still his hand didn't move, so instead she did, grinding her pelvis against his fingers to stimulate herself with each tilt of the hips. She moaned softly, but as his eyes sparked in amusement she felt a growing need to tease him right back, "So... you don't like the idea at all of sharing me?"

Thor's gaze met hers, "Not with my father or my brother."

Namira laughed at this, "Obviously..." She, however, didn't miss how that left room for others. She leaned up to kiss him, trying to distract him as she moved her legs carefully, before wrapping them around his waist and trying to force him into her body. The man didn't budge at all, his muscles easily flexed and keeping him firmly locked in place. Namira frowned at this, unwilling to just give up as instead, she tried tilting her hips again, rubbing herself against him in order to make him want to give in, but Thor didn't. He just looked at her with that same amused expression, "You know what I'm waiting for."

She did, but she also didn't want to give in. Instead, she simply lay back, her legs releasing him again as they moved back onto the bed. Fine. Namira's eyes were fixated on his even as Thor chuckled. Her eyes widened briefly as his fingers slipped down to trail through her wetness, "You can't deny this, Namira. Now is not the time for stubbornness, if you want me inside of you, you will tell me. I won't have you without you speaking those words."
Namira didn't understand his obsession with being told she wanted him deeply buried within her, but he demanded it of her every time.

His fingers moved up to tease her clit again and she moaned in reply, "Why must I tell you every time? You know very well that I want you, that I always want you."
Thor nodded at this, "I've learned in my life that things are better made explicit. It's easy to assume desire and intent, but easy in this case isn't always right. Consent, to me, is a crucial part of any penetration."

Namira watched him in stunned silence for a moment. For one, she couldn't imagine there was anyone in this world who wouldn't welcome this man in their beds or their bodies. Secondly, for one with his power, she had assumed he didn't need to ask permission, ever.
His words made it clear that this was necessary for him, because he wouldn't risk taking her against her will – ever – but Namira knew more than well she'd never deny him.

She pressed her lips to his and murmured softly, "Thor, I vow to you that I will always want you inside of me, every time, so you don't have to ask me every time, you don't have to check...but that if for whatever reason that is different, I will tell you before we even get to this point."
The binding ripple went through the air and Thor stared at her for a long, long moment before kissing her softly as he eased himself into her, slowly, gently, pushing in all the way before lingering as she grew accustomed to him, "I love you."

Namira smiled through a moan, "I love you too."

Her legs wrapped around him again, allowing him deeper, "Now... show me I'm yours."

His eyes darkened at her words, his lips giving her another bruising kiss as he wasted no time in showing her just that and proving, to her and to the world, that with him she'd never want for anything.

TBC...