The Challenge

Twelve

A/N: If you don't care for RH/MM interaction, your safest bet is to skip this chapter and continue on with the next.
I posted 3 chapters the last few days, compensating for a lack of updates throughout next week. For those of you that do enjoy all these splendid things... Enjoy, consider it a Christmas Gift :) It's a long chapter too, double the fun!


As Thor all but landed her on the bed, Namira was ready. Eager and ready. As Thor undressed before her, her mouth went dry, but as he descended between her thighs a loud moan escaped her.
A knock on the door echoed throughout the room, but they ignored it. Another knock... two knocks... but as Thor took his sweet time tasting her while her fingers wrapped firmly in his hair, neither of them cared.
That is until the doors flew open and Namira gasped sharply as Ares reached out his hand and passed right through the wards that were meant to keep people out.
Thor had risen, pulling Namira's gown back down as he had to protect her privacy, lightning crackling around him as thunder resounded in the air, "You overstep your welcome."

Ares's eyes flared with that fiery anger for a moment, but he simply strode forward clearly not intimidated, "It would seem, Sparkles, that your realm and your wards trust me to be here, welcome me to be here...It must remember you welcoming me to your bed in the past."
The thump at the door of Freyr trying to pass through a clear evidence the wards were still intact.
A teasing smile appeared on Ares's lips, "Lady Namira, it would seem, has need of me here."

The lightning crackled again and Ares merely stepped closer still, "As would you, Sparkles, you know what I bring to the..." He grinned, "Bed." His fingers gripped Thor's chin, "What do you say, hm? Will you indulge us all? Give us what we need?"
As Thor's hand wrapped around Ares's throat, he shot Namira an eyebrow-raised look, asking her thoughts. As she nodded, lust heavy in her eyes, Thor drew Ares in to kiss him hard, "Do not consider this a permanent invitation."
Ares grinned then, moving to the bed after Thor released his grip on his throat, "We'll see."

The complete confidence of the God of War was infectious, Namira watching as the two Gods moved back to the bed.
Thor's eyes were on Ares, his energy saying he was ready to step in if he had to, but instead he merely commanded, ""Strip. Let her approve of you first."
His words left no room for argument as in that one moment he made it clear who was in charge. It was a silent way of communicating that nothing were to happen without his express permission and Ares, with a grin, simply followed the instruction.

If he had to take some guidance in order for this to work, he'd take it. It had been years since he'd been with Thor, two gods of War in their own right, and he'd missed the blond God in his bed.
Ares would make sure he didn't ruin the chance he was now offered. As the Greek God stripped down, he revealed a battle-honed body with scars aplenty. Namira admired it for a moment, then looked to Thor as he followed Ares to the bed.

It was only then that Freyr called out, "Excuse me! Thor, be a doll and let me in? You know I'll never survive knowing you invited him to your bed, but not me."

Namira watched as Thor threw a little, teasing bolt toward Freyr who simply sidestepped with a chuckle. Again Thor looked to her for agreement, for the initiative, again, she nodded.
Her cheeks flushed a dark red with heat, realising she was about to have not one, not two, but three Gods in the bed.
As Freyr, finally, was able to enter the bedroom. He closed and locked the door, a thing that Thor somehow kept forgetting and moved to the bed, removing his clothes as he went.

Namira's eyes danced over the three Gods in anticipation, but it was Freyr who caught her attention as he knelt down next to the bed after he'd stripped down completely, "If I have your approval Namira..." His gaze shifted to Thor, "And yours..." before looking back at the Goddess, "I too would offer a vow similar to Ares's."

Don't bind anymore people to you.

It was Thor's words that kept Namira silent, unsure what or how to answer. Namira looked at Thor, hoping he'd help her decision, looking at him for guidance. The God inclined his head in approval and so Namira looked back at Freyr, "Why?"
Freyr's lips quirked up in a smile, "I have told you before, you impress and amaze me, it'd be my honour to stand by you, watch over you and support you – as I have since we met... and Thor... I believe the little show I've let you see is all the explanation needed there."

A blush crept unto Namira's cheeks, "Alright... Make your vow."
Freyr briefly glanced at Thor, then back at Namira, "Namira, Thor, I vow to stand by you at all times, to serve and protect whenever you need or want me too, in whatever way that may be, whenever you call on me or I sense that I'm needed, for as long as you'll require or desire."

The binding ripple flashed through the realm and Thor stared at Freyr in shock but the latter just smirked, "I couldn't let that man have all the fun..."
He'd added a loophole that allowed him his freedom however, not binding himself to be close to them at all times.

Thor pulled the golden God up from where he knelt, kissing him forcefully, "Do you want this?"
Freyr grinned at this, offering a breathless "Yes" in reply.

It was Ares who propelled them forward then as he had moved unto the bed.
He'd leaned into Namira, his fingers trailing along her skin but Namira had denied him what he'd wanted, "No kisses."
It was an odd thing to be particular be about, but her kisses would only be Thor's.
Ares nodded in agreement at her demand, but couldn't help but check with a light hint of a grin, "Anywhere?"
Namira's cheeks tinged red again, "Just not on the mouth."
A smile briefly graced Ares's features, before that fiery gaze kicked in again and he leaned down to tease her breasts with his mouth.

She gasped as she felt other hands on her, teasing her stomach, her thighs, prying her legs apart.
Freyr offered a sound of approval as soon as he tasted her. As Thor leaned in, she kissed him with raw, unbridled passion, further fuelled – all of theirs – by Freyr's tease of power, a gentle, sensual ripple in the room.
As Ares's hand trailed down to rub her clit while Freyr devoured her, Namira quickly came undone, but it didn't stop there.

The bed became a mess of tangled bodies as Thor eased himself into Namira, who moaned and wrapped her legs around him.
Ares was a lot less gentle as he all but flipped Freyr over, propped up his ass up and plunged into him after only quickly checking with Freyr if he needed more preparation, which the golden God had refused.
Namira watched as Ares all but slammed into the smaller God, taking in the scene while Thor gently rocked himself into her, his gaze fixated on Namira's face as she watched the two other Gods. He leaned down, kissing along her neck, his voice but a soft whisper, "You enjoy watching them?"

Namira moaned softly, nodding her head, "Yes."

Thor smiled at this, kissing along the nape of her neck, teasing her with his slow, gentle thrusts. Namira's gaze snapped to him then, "Harder."

The words were a clear command and Thor could do nothing but follow the command as it was given as he enjoyed this new passion. He gripped her thigh, pulling her in closer and more or less locking her in place as he gave her exactly what she wanted.

Their session went on and on for hours, making any Bacchanalia pale in comparison. It was a simple method for them all to cement that bond and though Ares hadn't vowed himself to Thor, as the two men enjoyed a coupling of their own it was clear that he might as well have.
As they all lay there, a panting, sweaty mess in the bed, Namira had a smile playing on her face. She wasn't quite sure this was common practise among the Gods, but she definitely considered herself lucky for the opportunity.

TBC...

A/N: Please give me your thoughts on this chapter! Do we want more of this? More or less detail? More or less group activities?