The Challenge

Twenty-five

Namira's knees buckled as Thor leaned forward after he'd told her to put her feet apart. She held her breath as he breathed her in before his tongue teased her folds. His mouth devoured the taste of her and he groaned in approval as her fingers wrapped into his hair, quiet moans escaping her lips, "Thor..."

He smiled against her, his tongue teasing her clit for a moment before he eased back slightly to glance up at her, "Yes?"
His tone was teasing, playful. Namira's cheeks flushed, "I can't..."
His smile widened as he eased her back until her back was flush against the wall and he lifted her legs over his shoulders, one arm poised against the wall underneath her to support her as he glanced up at her, "I want you to come undone on my tongue, Fegrð."

At his words, his tongue went back to work and she moaned as he eased two fingers into her slowly, using a slow leisured pace to move them in and out, in....and out... Namira moaned louder at this, her legs trembling as she sat perched on his arm, his shoulders while he feasted on her, "Thor....I..."
She felt him smile against her again, "That's it minn fljóð, let go for me."
With a sharp cry, barely able to focus on him calling her 'his woman' Namira climaxed.

She watched Thor as he withdrew his fingers from her, tasting her juices from them with a content sound before he gently eased her from his shoulders, still holding her up with his arm until he moved her, too quickly for her to realise what he was doing, so her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms immediately circling around his neck, "You call me your woman now?"
Her tone was teasing, but his eyes held an intensity as he looked at her then that startled her as he spoke determinedly, "I'd rather call you minn víf... my wife... But I'll settle for this until I can."

Namira's lips had parted at his words, at the sincerity of his tone. Was he asking? She wasn't sure, but as his gaze softened, almost as though unsure how she'd respond she found herself saying, "I would love to call you minn bóndi." Her husband.
His mouth crashed down on hers, claiming her lips with a passion so strong she moaned softly in answer. He laid her down to the bed, kissing her softly as his body covered hers, "Munu ér kvángask mir, Fegrð?"

Her heart skipped a beat at his question, would she marry him?

The soft glow of candlelight bathed the room, casting a warm, intimate atmosphere. The silk sheets cradled them as they basked in the moment. Thor's fingers traced delicate patterns along Namira's back, and he looked deep into her eyes with a mixture of love and vulnerability. The moment hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the question he'd asked. Namira, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, met his gaze with a tender smile.

Namira's heart swelled with emotion, and a tear glistened in the corner of her eye. She cupped his cheek, overcome with a love that words could hardly convey,
"Oh, Thor," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, "Já! Yes!"
Thor's face broke into a radiant smile, a mixture of relief and joy lighting up his eyes. He pulled her into a tight embrace, their bodies pressed together as gently he eased himself into her, kissing her with soft affection filled with emotion.

Even as he made love to her their love, in that moment, transcended the physical connection they shared at the same time. Their marriage would be a union of hearts, a promise of a future filled with love and companionship. The room seemed to glow with the intensity of their emotions even as their moans broke the silence.
The intensity of the moment was reflected in the way Thor gently rocked into her, a sharp contrast to their usual unbridled passion. He kissed her gently, lovingly, "I love you."

She smiled at this, returning his kisses, "I love you too, ráðamaðr."
Thor laughed at the word, one of her own creation since she didn't know the word for fiancé in the Old Norse language. It wasn't perfect, but Thor loved the intention, he kissed her again, "Ráðakván."
Namira smiled at he returned the endearment, fiancée. She liked it, she liked what it meant for where they were heading together. A moan escaped her as Thor's pace picked up then, her legs firmly wrapped around him. He moaned in turn as she clenched around him, "Tease. "

Namira's laughter filled the room, replaced with a moan as he drove himself into her with more force now, his hand trailing down her body to tease her clit and increase her pleasure. As she moved with him, still clenching around him to increase the pressure on his cock, Thor released a soft growl of pleasure. All too soon they both came undone, kissing once more as together they found release.
Thor smiled as he traces his fingers along her cheek, "Blessed indeed."

Namira's cheeks flushed, "We both are."

Thor kissed her again then paused, his head turning to the door.
Softly, distantly, they could hear Freyr protesting, "Ares, wait! Give them a moment... They only just..."
Ares chuckle was louder, cut off by a sound that suggested Freyr had nudged him for it as Ares answered him, "They had long enough, we've been waiting for hours now."

Namira laughed softly as she overheard the conversation, while Thor chuckled. He glanced at the bed, completely covered in a mix of gold and silver as they were themselves. He pulled the covers over them, not even bothering to withdraw from her as he first pressed another kiss to her lips, then called out, "You might as well come in now!"
His tone was teasing, filled with amusement, but sure enough the door opened and the two Gods walked in. Ares's eyes twinkled with amusement as he looked at them then at Freyr, "Told you they wouldn't have gotten decent or even cleaned up yet."

Freyr rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips, "We... wanted..."
Namira's brow rose in question as Thor shifted lightly, rocking them together just a bit to test her sensitivity and she gasped in answer.
Namira blushed darkly, but Ares grinned and finished Freyr's sentence for him, "We wanted to see if we could join you."

TBC...