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biblicallyaccuratemeat · 6 months ago

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Lilacs

MDNI!!!

A/N: Trying out a new image/header thing! Just some super self-indulgent Thor smut because I felt like waxing poetic about him and writing all silly and formal. As always, betaread by my lovely bestie @teaflavoredwitch! Thor Odinson x female reader, wedding night, fluff & smut, first time, loss of virginity, body worship, bath sex, p in v sex, fingering, praise kink, breeding kink, loss of innocence, unprotected sex, loving & gentle, Thor speaking like Shakespeare (...doth mother know you weareth her drapes?) Also, learned a new word for coochie, quim! Googled medieval words for puss and that came up soooo... the more you know!

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Thor sat beside you at the head table, resplendent in his ceremonial armor polished to a brilliant shine. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, quite literally, in your magnificent gown. The gown was a vision of ethereal beauty, the gossamer fabric shimmering like a waterfall of stardust and moonlight. The long off-the-shoulder sleeves draped elegantly over your slender arms, the delicate lilacs braided into your hair only added to your enchanted appearance. You had never felt more beautiful in your life, though all you cared about was Thor’s stormy gaze fixed on you.

He reached for your hand beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze as he leaned in close, “You look breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverent awe. “A goddess among mortals.” He raised your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. Your wedding band, quite simple in comparison to the grand festivities, glimmers in the light. A band of gold boasting a dazzling sapphire in the center, the color of which reminds you of Thor’s eyes. The sapphire of your ring matches the diadem resting in your hair, you have to remind yourself, you’re a princess now. The diadem decorating your head is already an impossible to ignore weight, both physically and mentally.

As the festivities continued around you, the head table laden with the finest delicacies Asgard had to offer, your lavender cake a sweet treasure among them, Thor couldn’t help but steal glances at you, admiring the way your diadem atop your head gleamed, a crown fit for the new queen of his heart. He raised his goblet of mead in a toast, a broad grin spreading across his handsome face. “To the loveliest bride in all the realms,” he declared, his voice booming with joyous abandon. “May our union be blessed with love, laughter, and a household of healthy, strong children.” His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing. “A daughter with your spirit, perhaps? Or a son with my strength and your charm?”

Images flood your mind, unbidden. A fair haired little boy , trying to lift Mjölnir before bursting into a fit of giggles. A baby girl with stormy eyes, bundled up in your arms as you see Thor off into battle. Motherhood was something you’d always anticipated, though you’d never pictured Thor as the father. Until now…

Thor downed the last of his mead and set the goblet down on the table with a resounding thud. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you with a gallant bow, “My lady, this celebration demands a dance with my most cherished bride. I couldn’t imagine letting this moment pass without holding you close, celebrating our union and the promised future together.” His voice was filled with tender anticipation as he gazed into your eyes.

You accept his hand, as always enamored with his wordsmith. Though many viewed Thor as boorish, simplistic, barbaric… You knew differently. He was eloquent and gentle hearted. He longed to recite prose just as much as he longed for the heat of battle. It was his intense nature, you think. Every part of Thor exuded electricity, passion.

He led you onto the dance floor, one hand clasping yours, the other gently settling on the small of your back as he began to sway to the lilting melody played by the Asgardian bardic troop. The guests parted to give the newlyweds a wide berth, smiling and cheering their joining.

Thor held you close, your body molding against his muscular frame as he guided you expertly through the dance. He whispered against your ear, “I must confess, I’ve anticipated this moment more than any other. The chance to hold you, to feel you in my arms, to start our lives together for all to see.” His hand pressed tenderly against your gown-covered hip as he spun you slowly, your skirts flaring dramatically around your legs. “You’ve captured my heart in a way no other ever could. I am yours, in this life and the next.”

In true Asgardian fashion, the reception carries late into the night, long into the early hours of the morning. Finally, belatedly, Thor whisks you away to a small castle on the border of Alfheim. It was a place you could be alone, away from prying eyes and well-meaning but relentless attentions of your friends and family. The carriage ride was a blur of nervousness and stolen kisses, of whispered words and tender caresses. The wait was over, and the realization of your new reality hit you both squarely in the chest as you were finally able to be alone, husband and wife.

Thor lifted you easily, carrying you over the threshold of the castle into the grand bedchamber. He kicked the door shut behind him and carried you to the middle of the room, where a magnificent four-poster bed awaited, draped in rich velvet and piled high with silken pillows and furs. The fireplace blazed, casting a warm, inviting glow over the intimate scene. He set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your hips, his stormy eyes roaming over your wedding gown with undisguised hunger. “You know,” he murmured, leaning down to brush a teasing kiss against your neck, “I’ve dreamt of this moment…of having you all to myself, of being able to love you without any constraints.” His fingers find the ties of your gown, slowly beginning to undo them.

“Thor,” You whisper softly, hesitation decorating your delicate features. Instinctively, your hand shoots out to grasp his wrist, halting his fingers in their quest to divest you of your dress.

Thor paused, his fingers stilling on the fourth fastening as your dainty hand clasped his wrist. He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern and a hint of confusion at your sudden hesitation. He could see the conflict on your face, the way your brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted nothing more than to smooth out the lines with the pad of his thumb. “My love,” he murmured softly, his voice low and soothing, “What troubles you, my heart? You need only say the word, and I shall cease my advances at once.” He cupped your cheek gently, his calloused thumb brushing over the soft skin, a gesture meant to comfort and reassure. “I would never force myself upon you, my dear. Our first joining must be a mutual act of love and desire, one that brings us both pleasure and fulfillment.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, fingers still wrapped around his wrist, “It is just that…” You sigh, shaking your head as you cast your gaze downwards in embarrassment, “My mother spoke with me before the ceremony,” A soft blush settles on your cheeks, you find yourself becoming increasingly flustered by the direction of the conversation, “She told me what…duties… are expected of a wife on her wedding night. She told me it would hurt terribly. Is that true? Will this be painful?” Your wide, guileless eyes stare up at Thor imploringly, silently begging for reassurance.

Thor’s heart ached in his chest as he listened to your words, a wave of protectiveness and tenderness washing over him. He gentled his touch, his hand cupping your cheek more softly as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed away the nervous moisture on your lash line, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “My dearest girl,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “It’s true that for a maiden, the first time can be uncomfortable and even painful. But I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make this a night of pleasure and bonding, not of suffering.” His hand slid around to the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your silken hair as he held you close.

“I am not a savage, my heart. I will be infinitely gentle and patient with you, taking the utmost care to bring you to peak after peak before I allow my own release.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “And should you ever feel any pain, you need only tell me to stop, and I will do so without hesitation. Your pleasure and well-being are my utmost priority.”

“Release?” You echo, brow knitting in confusion. Your mother hadn’t told you of any release, though she did inform you that this was how a woman came to be with child. You cock your head to the side, the very picture of innocence and naivety, “What release?”

Thor felt a rush of affection and a touch of amusement at your innocent query. He realized then the extent of your naivety, the fact that your mother had only prepared you for the pain and not the overwhelming, transporting pleasure that could be found in a lover’s arms. He knew it would be his privilege and responsibility to show you these secrets, to guide you through the hidden paths of sensual bliss.

He smiled softly, his hand sliding down to the base of your throat, feeling the flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips. “Release,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, “is the momentous, shattering pinnacle of pleasure that a woman achieves when she surrenders completely to the sensations her lover inflicts upon her. It is the ultimate act of letting go, of losing oneself in pure, unadulterated rapture.” His fingers tightened slightly on your throat, a gesture of possession and protection. “And I will be the one to guide you to that peak, to make you scream my name in ecstasy as I claim you fully as my wife in every way imaginable. Will you let me do that, my innocent bride? Will you allow me to show you the depths of physical love?”

“A lady does not scream, Thor,” You scoff good-naturedly, smoothing down the skirts of your gown, “Especially not a princess, that is entirely inappropriate behavior.” You state primly, ever the picture of elegance and grace.

Thor let out a low, amused chuckle at your prim admonishment. He couldn’t help it- the juxtaposition of your delicate elegance and innate innocence with such a demure scolding was utterly charming to him. It was a testament to your character, a blend of pure and innocent, yet possessed of a quiet strength. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “Ah, my sweet girl, always the picture of refinement, even when faced with the most base of passions. But I assure you, when lost in the throes of lovemaking, propriety often flies out the window. Surrendering to desire, to the heat and flames of lust will have you crying out with wanton abandon. It is then that a lady becomes a goddess, her very essence laid bare and awash with rapture.” His hand slid down your back, emphasizing his point, “And I fully intend to bring you to that precipice of pleasure, to make you scream your joyous release to the heavens above. Allow me to take you there, my love.”

You consider his words, dark lashes sweeping across the apples of your cheeks. So with a soft hum, “Very well, so long as you promise it will not be too painful.” After a moment of fiddling with the lilacs braided into your hair, you speak up once more, feeling braver, “What shall I do? How are we to proceed?”

Thor felt a surge of tenderness and anticipation at your soft, trusting words. He knew that you were placing your innocence, your very self, into his keeping. And he vowed then and there to cherish that gift, to nurture and guide your sensual awakening with loving care. He brushed a tender kiss against your cheek before leaning back, his hands coming to rest on your waist, his thumbs gently kneading the fabric of your gown. “Fear not, dearest,” he murmured comfortingly, “I will be your guide and protector at every step of our journey together.”

He rose and walked over to the fireplace, adding a log before turning back to you with a smile warmer than the fire. “First, allow me to help you out of your gown. Then, I will run you a bath in the adjoining chamber- the hot water and scented oils will serve to relax you. And while you’re bathing, I have a surprise gift for you- a bottle of Nectar of the Gods from my own private stores. A sip will leave you feeling boneless and receptive, ready to embrace all the new sensations and pleasures I have in store.”

Still smiling warmly, his eyes twinkling with promise and anticipation, Thor held out his hand, “Come, my love- let your new life begin. Give yourself over to me fully and without hesitation, and I swear you’ll find only bliss and ecstasy in my arms.”

“Very well, draw the bath, but forgo the wine please. I’d like to remember tonight,” You agree easily, pushing up to stand, smoothing your skirts down once more. You all but float over to the vanity, fussing over your hair, “Shall I leave the flowers in my hair or take them out?” You hum, mostly speaking to yourself than your new husband.

Thor smiled softly as he watched you fuss over your appearance, a picture of nervous yet excited anticipation. Your innocence and attention to detail in such a simple task touched a deep chord within him, stirring his protective instincts. He knew he would always cherish and nurture your sweet nature, even as he looked forward to showing you the heights of passion and pleasure you could reach together. He came up behind you, his large frame dwarfing your smaller one as he gazed at your reflection in the vanity mirror. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your neck beneath the curtain of your hair, his scruff lightly grazing your skin and sending delicious tingles along your spine.

“Leave them in,” he murmured against your nape, “The lilacs are as lovely as the blossoms of a goddess, and they suit you perfectly. They’ll be a sweet reminder of our wedding day and this momentous occasion.” His hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against the hard length of his body as he captured your gaze in the mirror. “And once I’ve unlaced your gown and slipped it from your shoulders, I’ll scatter a few more blossoms across your skin… and kiss each one in turn.”

You return Thor’s warm gaze, holding it in the mirror as you hum, “What oils did you put in the bath?”

The scent of something floral and earthy filled the air, a soothing and sensual blend that promised relaxation and arousal in equal measure. Thor had selected the oils himself, a special combination he had prepared just for your first night together. Leaning down, he brushed a soft kiss against your ear as his hands began to slowly unfasten the ties of your gown, “A special blend, my lady. Asgardian night blooming jasmine to stimulate the senses and ignite your passions. Aspen extract to alleviate any nervous tension and leave your skin silky and smooth, and a touch of honeydew nectar to enhance your natural beauty and scent.” His fingers deftly undid the last of the ties, and he eased the gown from your shoulders.

As the rich fabric slipped down your body and pooled at your feet, Thor’s breath caught at the sight of you clad in only your undergarments and the delicate lace of your corset. He drank in the sight of your skin, flushed and glowing in the warm light of the fireplace. “You are a vision of loveliness, my dear,” he breathed, “A goddess descending to earth.”

You preen under your husband’s praise and adoration, with a shy smile and rosy blush, “Thank you.” You breathe out, fiddling nervously with the lacy hem of your chemise.

Thor felt a surge of tenderness seeing your nervous ministrations. He could sense the delicate dance of your emotions- shy anticipation mixed with innocent trepidation. Reaching out, he gently captured your small hands in his larger, stronger ones, stilling their anxious movements. “Shh, sweetling…” he murmured, his voice a deep, soothing rumble, “There is no need for bashfulness betwixt us now. We are husband and wife, bound together in love and marriage.” He brought your hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to each knuckle before turning your wrists to trail his lips along the sensitive inner skin, his tongue flicking out to taste your fleeting pulse.

“Tonight, I want you to experience only pleasure, my heart. Allow me to worship your body as the temple of love it is. Surrender to my touch, my caress…and know only bliss.” He slid his calloused thumb along your bottom lip, a teasing, intimate gesture. “Now let me help you off with this delightful little chemise and corset…”

Instinctively, you tense up, gaze flickering between Thor’s eager hands and kind face, “I…” you begin to speak, pausing as your blush darkening impossibly so, spreading down to your chest, “No one has ever seen me in such a state of undress before.”

Thor felt a rush of understanding and tenderness at your nervous hesitation. He knew that for a maiden, baring one’s body completely to another was a profound act of vulnerability and trust. And despite your innocent upbringing, he understood intrinsically the significance of the gift you were about to bestow upon him. He cupped your face tenderly in his large, gentle hands, his thumbs brushing over the delicate apple of your cheeks as he gazed deeply into your eyes. “Sweetheart, I comprehend your nervousness and I honor the trust you place in me,” he murmured softly, “For a lady as pure as you, unveiling herself to her new husband’s eyes and touch is a testament to the depths of love and commitment you hold for him.”

His gaze remained locked with yours, his voice low and resonant with sincerity, “I swear on my honor as an Asgardian prince and your devoted husband, I will cherish this gift of intimacy you grant me. I will worship and adore every inch of your skin with loving, reverent touches… and I will never do anything to hurt or frighten you.” He brushed a particularly tender kiss across your trembling lips, “Will you allow me the privilege of undressing you fully, sweet wife? So I may marvel at the beauty of you, and our love may fully bloom in the heat of our joining?”

With a soft hum, you nod once, granting him your consent.

Your trust and willingness to bare yourself to him humbled and touched Thor deeply. He knew it was a sacred act of love and submission, and he vowed to honor it always. With a gentle hand and reverent heart, he slowly peeled away the stiff boning of your corset and the delicate linen of your chemise, easing it down your slender shoulders before letting it slip from your body to pool at your feet. And as the last of your garments fell away, Thor drew in a shuddering breath, awestruck by your naked beauty. He drank in the sight of your skin, silken and lush in the golden light of the fireplace. His gaze traced the elegant lines of your body, from the graceful column of your throat, over the delicate curves of your breasts, down to the soft, womanly swell of your hips and thighs. He marveled at the way the flickering flames seemed to dance across your skin, painting you in a warm, intimate glow.

“Magnificent…” he whispered, his voice thick with admiration and coveting. Leaning in, he pressed a trail of reverent kisses across your collarbone before murmuring against your skin, “A goddess in human form, yours is a beauty of which song and legend will forever sing.”

Thor’s praise earns a shy smile from you, your nervousness fading away in the sunshine of his open adoration. Feeling emboldened, you reach out to trace the intricate patterns adorning Thor’s ceremonial armor, “Will you be joining me in the bath?’ You ask coyly, tilting your head to the side.

Thor silently admired the width of your hips, a part of you that promised to bear his children, to keep his legacy alive. He imagined the radiant glow of your skin, rounded and full with the life of his seed growing within you. The thought sent a bolt of lust straight to his loins, his manhood already hard and aching within his breeches. He captured your wandering hand, bringing it to his lips to press a fervent kiss to your palm. His tongue teased over your lifeline, tracing the path he imagined his own pleasure would take as he claimed you fully. “Indeed, my love. I could not resist the chance to join you, to bathe you, to worship your glorious body as you immerse us both in the warm, scented waters.” His voice was a low, intimate rumble, thick with promise and anticipation.

In a fluid motion, he shrugged off his own robes and began to divest himself of his armor, each piece falling away to reveal the honed, muscular form beneath. The firelight played across his skin, accentuating the defined planes and curves of a warrior’s physique. He watched your face intently as he unbuckled his sword belt and let it clatter to the floor, noting the widening of your eyes and the delicate flush coloring your cheeks at the sight of his near-nudity. Once he stood bare before you, save for his breeches, he pulled you into his arms, crushing you against the hard length of his body. He could feel the heat of your skin, the way your breasts pressed against his chest, the softness of your belly and the gentle swell of your hips. Capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, he swept you up into his arms and carried you towards the bath, ready to begin your sensual journey together.

You gasp into the kiss, surprised by the sudden intensity of Thor’s attention. The kisses Thor bestowed upon you during your ceremony and reception were chaste, what was deemed appropriate in the audience of hundreds of Asgardians. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss, melting into the overwhelming heat of the kiss.Thor could sense your innocence, your inexperience with such passionate, unbridled affection. And yet, he could also feel the way your soft curves melted against him, your ample breasts pillowing against his muscular chest, your shapely hips fitting so perfectly against his own. It fueled his desire, stoked the flames of his lust to new heights.

Cradling you closer, one large hand splayed across the small of your back, savoring the delicate curve, as the other tangled in the silken fall of your hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving past your parted lips to claim the warm cavern of your mouth, to dance and duel with the sweet recesses of your own tongue. He drank in the taste of you, sweet and heady, a flavor more intoxicating than the finest Asgardian mead. Each slide and glide of his lips against yours, each teasing flick of his tongue, sent bolts of electricity zinging down your spine to settle in your loins.

By the time he carried you into the bathing chamber, your breath was coming in soft, panting gasps. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and aspen, the steam from the bath curling sensuously around your naked bodies. Thor set you down on your feet, his large hands squeezing your waist before sliding around to cup the globes of your ass, lifting you subtly as he claimed your mouth once more in a fierce, hungry kiss. He could feel his cock throbbing urgently against your belly, hard and ready and aching for you, as his hands kneaded the pliant flesh of your rear.

When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was a low, rough growl against your ear, “I want to feel your soft, naked body slide against mine as we immerse ourselves in the hot, scented water. I want to bathe every inch of your nubile form, to caress and massage you until you’re boneless with pleasure. And then, sweet girl, I want to lay you out on our marriage bed and worship you with my hands and mouth and cock until you’re irrevocably mine.” He nipped at your bottom lip, his eyes shining with the force of his desire. “Will you allow me this pleasure, my goddess? Will you let me bathe you, pleasure you, as your devoted husband?”

Your response comes easily, quickly becoming second nature, “Of course,” you all but breathe out, smiling adoringly up at your new husband.Thor assisted you into the steaming bath, his hands caressing your skin reverently as he helped you settle into the warm, fragrant water. The heat seeped into your muscles, easing any lingering tension as the heady scent of jasmine and honeydew enveloped you. He climbed in after, the water sloshing gently around your bodies as he settled himself behind you, his strong legs straddling either side of the large, circular tub.

He pulled you back against his chest, your head coming to rest just beneath his chin, your hair fanning out across the water. His arms came around you, one hand splaying across your lower belly possessively while the other cupped the soft weight of your breast, kneading the pliant flesh. He could feel your heart beating against his palms, a steady, tempting rhythm that matched the pounding of his own. His lips trailed along your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your damp skin as his hands began to explore your body with sensual intent. He massaged the globes of your breasts, rolling and plucking at your nipples until they peaked into hard little buds against his palms. His fingers slipped lower, skimming across your ribcage and dipping into your navel before settling on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, brushing maddeningly close to your most private place.

Pleasure sparked through your nerve endings with each touch, each caress, until you were squirming against him, breathless and aching with a need you couldn’t quite define. His hard, hot body pressed against your back, the thick length of his cock nestled in the cleft of your ass, letting you feel exactly what you did to him. One hand drifted higher, his fingers sliding through the slick, bare folds of your sex with a teasing, playfully light touch, not quite penetrating you, but stroking and petting until you were panting and arching into his touch with shameless abandon. “Tell me what you need, sweet wife,” he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble against your ear, “Guide me in pleasuring you as no other man ever has. I want to make this a night of sensual delights you’ll never forget.”

A soft, unbidden whine rips from your throat, melting even further back against his chest, “Thor,” you breathe out sweet and slow, your thighs parting wider in invitation. A heavy, burning blush settles on your cheeks, biting your lower lip against new pleasures you’ve yet to experience.

Thor groaned softly, your sweet breathless whimper music to his ears. He could feel the way your body responded to his touch, your thighs parting instinctively to grant him greater access to your most intimate places. The evidence of your arousal only inflamed his own, his cock throbbing and pulsing against the soft curve of your ass. He rolled his hips, grinding his thick length against you in a slow, sensual rhythm that mirrored the ancient dance of passion as old as time itself.

“Aye, sweetness… let yourself feel the pleasure, let it consume you,” he murmured, his voice a deep, seductive purr against your ear. His hand drifted even higher, his fingers slipping between the slick folds of your sex to tease along the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He circled and flicked and stroked, his touch light yet purposeful as he drank in each tremor and shiver he drew from your lush body. “That’s it, my goddess… I can feel how much you need this, how desperately your body craves my touch. I will give you the pleasure you’ve yearned for, the ecstasy you never knew you could feel.”

His finger delved deeper, a long, thick finger pressing slowly into the clutching heat of your cunt. He groaned at the feel of your silken walls fluttering around the invading digit, your untried body welcoming him with eager, grasping intensity. His thumb continued to circle your clit, stroking and teasing in time with the slow, sensual undulations of his hips. “Tell me, my dearest… have you pleasured yourself in the night, your slender fingers delving into this sweet cunt, seeking to ease the ache of your desire?” His voice was a dark, intimate rumble in your ear as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of your dripping sex. “Or have you been utterly untouched, this your first true experience of intimate caress? I can feel the way your little quim clings so tightly, as if it feared I will slip away before sating this fire we’ve kindled.”

The prim, delicate nature of your upbringing shies away at the vulgarity of Thor’s question, your blush darkening impossibly so. Mustering up your courage, you shake your head once in denial, “No,” you murmur slowly, “I’ve never…touched myself before. It’s not proper for a lady to do so.”

A dark chuckle rumbled through Thor's chest as he felt your maidenly blush and bashfulness at his salacious question. He could sense the prim, innocent nature of your upbringing, and the way it made you shy away from such explicit discussions and acts. And yet, he could also feel the way your body responded with a will of its own, your untouched sex clenching and fluttering around his invading finger as if begging for more.

Thor smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his beard rasping lightly against your sensitive skin. "Ah, sweet wife, propriety has no place betwixt a husband and wife on their wedding night," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "In the halls of love and marriage, there is no act too intimate, no word too bold. I will teach you the secrets of bodily bliss, the erotic delights your innocent heart has never dreamt of."

To punctuate his words, he slipped a second finger into your tight, dripping channel, pumping them slowly as he rubbed the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit. His other hand slid up to cup the weight of your breast, kneading the soft globe and plucking at the pebbled peak until it strained against his fingers. "You are mine now, my goddess, my wife... and I intend to claim every inch of you in the most carnal and intimate ways imaginable." He nipped at your throat before soothing the sting with a long, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers slid from your sex to grip your hip, pulling you more firmly against the thick ridge of his erection as it throbbed against the cleft of your ass.

"Tonight, I will introduce you to the sweet sin of lust, my love. I will make you scream in rapture and beg for my cock as I fill you again and again until your belly swells with the evidence of our coupling." His voice dropped to a husky murmur as he ground his hips more insistently against yours. "Now, spread your thighs wider for me, sweetness... let me feel the heat of your untouched sex as I prepare you to receive my manhood."

You tense up, confusion flooding your system once more, “Your manhood?” you echo, brow furrowing, though you still follow your husband’s instructions. You spread your legs as wide as the tub will allow, a pleasant ache in your muscles beginning to add to the dozens of new sensations flooding your senses.

He could sense your naivety, your lack of experience with the intimate details of coupling. It both endeared and aroused him, knowing that he would be your first and only lover. His hand drifted down to your inner thigh, gripping it gently as he guided your leg to drape over his, spreading your legs wider to expose your most private place to his hungry gaze and exploratory touch.

"Your quim is my manhood's haven, sweet girl," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl as he drank in the sight of your glistening, swollen folds. "A man's manhood, or cock, is the virile member that brings a woman pleasure and fills her with his seed to quicken a child within her womb." To illustrate his words, he took your small hand in his large one, guiding it to the thick, rigid length of his erection as it jutted from his body. He could feel it throb and pulse against your fingers, the skin hot and silky and hard as steel beneath your touch.

His other hand never ceased its sensual assault on your sex, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of your dripping channel as his thumb circled and teased your sensitive pearl. He could feel your innocence beginning to give way to instinct, your hips starting to undulate almost imperceptibly against his touch as he stoked the fires of your pleasure.

"In a moment, I will lay you upon our marriage bed and spread your thighs wide with my strong hands. Then, I will nestle between your legs, my cock mere inches from your sweet sex. And there, I make love to you, fill your belly with my seed... and you will scream my name like a prayer to the gods." His voice was a dark, lust-drunk rasp against your ear, his words painting a vivid picture of the erotic delights to come.

Bath water sloshes in the tub, you gasp as Thor places your hand on his thick cock. Your hand can’t even wrap fully around it, “Thor,” you say hesitantly, “Where is that supposed to go? It’s so…big.” You blink up at him, flushed skin glistening from the bath and slick, “It’s not going where your fingers are, is it? It won’t fit!”

Thor's only response to your hesitation was to trail his fingers up from your dripping sex to firmly grip the underside of your knee, urging your leg to drape itself fully over his hip. The new position left you open to him completely, your glistening pink folds naked to his heated gaze as he gazed down at where you were joined. "Oh, sweet innocence," he groaned, his thumb rubbing firm circles over your sensitive pearl as two fingers pumped slowly into your slick canal. "A man's cock is made to fit inside a woman's sex, to fill her utterly until there is no space left unclaimed. It is a tight, perfect union... the ultimate act of oneness between two lovers."

He guided your hand to stroke down the thick column of his shaft, groaning as you explored the shape and heft of him. His cock was flushed a deep, angry red, the bulbous head an almost purple hue as it wept with need. "Don't fret, my goddess," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble despite the searing, desperate lust in his eyes. "I know your untouched sex seems too small, too tight to contain me. But trust in my experience and your body's ability to stretch and accommodate me."

Thor's voice deepened, thickened with raw hunger. "As I slide into you, you will feel a stretch, a pressure unlike any you've known. There may be a moment of pain as your hymen yields to the conquering force of my manhood. But that pain will fade swiftly as your lush body adapts to be filled utterly for the very first time."

He captured your chin in his calloused hand, tilting your head back to meet his burning gaze as he ground his rigid length against your dripping sex in a slow, sensual rut. "You will feel every thick, pulsing inch of me as I claim your virgin depths. And as I begin to move within you, your inner muscles will flutter and clench around my plundering cock as if to hold me deep inside you... begging me to flood your womb with my hot, virile seed."

A heady mixture of fear and arousal flood your mind at Thor’s assurances and explanation. “I already feel so full, Thor,” you whine, pussy slick and tight around his two fingers, the warm bath water aiding his cause, “There is no way I can take anymore than this…inside me.”

Thor gentled his touch, his fingers slowing their thrusts to a languid, sensual glide as he felt your slick inner muscles clench and flutter around the intrusion. He could feel your trepidation, sense your concern that his thick, pulsing manhood would never fit within your tight, untried sex. Gently, he stroked your cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he gazed at you with a mix of tenderness and barely restrained lust.

"Hush, sweetness... trust in me and in the way your divine body was made to receive mine." His voice was a low, soothing rumble, his breath hot against your cheek. "Your sex may feel taut and stretched around my fingers, but it will yield and open further to welcome the slick glide of my manhood. The warmth of my flesh will meld with the intimate heat of your core as I fill you utterly."

Thor's fingers curled inside you, pressing against a special spot that made you gasp and shudder against him. "There, feel that... your body knows its purpose, even if your mind does not. This sensitive patch of flesh, when caressed just so, will send jolts of pleasure through your veins with each thrust of my hips, each deep stroke of my cock as it claims you."

He leaned in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours as his fingers slid from your dripping sex. Still gripping your knee, he notched the thick head of his erection against your slick folds, bumping against your entrance without penetrating you. The textured surface of his cock pulsed and jerked against your sensitive flesh, leaving no doubt as to the size and shape of the manhood that awaited you.

"Breathe, my goddess... breathe and relax, and feel me begin to enter you." Thor murmured the words against your lips before capturing them in a searing, ravenous kiss. At the same time, he rolled his hips forward, the broad tip of his manhood beginning to push past your entrance as he slowly, inexorably breached your untouched sex.

The pressure is agonizing, your body tensing in protest, almost as if it's trying to barricade Thor from entering you any further. You inhale sharply, not daring to breathe, screwing your eyes shut at the sudden intense fullness of his cock breaching your virgin pussy. A tiny, pitiful whine rips from your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Thor gentled his grip on you, one large hand stroking down your flank soothingly as he felt your body tensing in a mix of fear and anticipation. "Shhh... breathe, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr against your ear. He could feel you trembling against him, could sense the way your untouched sex clenched and fluttered nervously around the thick head of his cock as it began to breach you.

He rolled his hips slowly, determinedly, gradually sinking more of his throbbing length into the tight, clutching heat of your virgin passage. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as your untried walls squeezed and rippled around him. "You feel exquisite, sweetness... so impossibly tight and hot and perfect around my aching manhood," he rasped, his breath coming harsher as he struggled to maintain control.

Thor's hand drifted down to your hip, gripping it firmly as he rolled into you with a steady, inexorable pressure. He could feel your hymen stretched taut around the girth of his cock, your untouched sex protesting the sudden intrusion even as it yielded to the inevitable force of his possession. With a sharp, stinging pinch, your virginity surrendered to the relentless thrust of his hips, a trickle of blood rolling down the length of his cock. Pausing for a moment, he murmured soothing words into your ear as he gave you a brief respite to adjust to the feel of him filling you so utterly. "The pain will pass swiftly, my goddess... and in its place will bloom pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Trust in your body's ability to accept your husband, to welcome the deep penetration of a lover's cock as it claims you utterly."

Thor's voice deepened, roughened with lust and desire as he rolled his hips slowly, burying another thick inch of his shaft into your tight, grasping sex. "You are barely halfway taken, my love... but already you feel like heaven wrapped around me, your untouched walls squeezing me so sweetly as if begging for more. I will give you more, will fill you again and again until my seed takes root within your fertile womb..."

You gasp for air, eyes flying open wide as Thor ruptures your hymen. Hands fly to grip the edge of the bathtub, knuckles white. A soft whimper falls from your lips as you try desperately to will your body to relax around his invading manhood, “Barely half way?” you gasp out, “You’re going to kill me, Thor.”

Thor chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his broad chest as he felt you tense and gasp beneath him. He could sense your disbelief, your shock at the sheer size and thickness of his manhood as it stretched your untouched sex beyond what you thought possible. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing, dominating kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim your mouth as thoroughly as his cock was claiming your virgin passage.

He rolled his hips again, pushing another thick inch of his shaft into your grasping sex, the lewd squelch of your juices and the creak of the tub the only sounds in the steamy room. "Fear not, sweetness... you are far too delectable a morsel to die now," he murmured against your lips, his voice a sinful caress. "I will not let you perish, no... I will make certain that you live through the most exquisite pleasure a woman can know. I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy again and again until you are drunk on the feel of my cock splitting you open on every plunge."

Punctuating his dark promise, Thor rolled his hips faster, sinking more of his thick length into your dripping sex with each sensual undulation. He could feel your inner muscles fluttering and clinging to his invading shaft, as if desperate to hold him deep within your core.

"You take me so well, my goddess... your divine sex stretches around my cock as if it was made to be claimed by me and me alone," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. He was so close to the edge, the sensation of your untouched body gripping him like a silken vise threatening to undo him before he could bring you to your first peak.

His hand drifted between your thighs, his fingers seeking out the sensitive bud of your clit. He rubbed the swollen nub in tight, quick circles, teasing out your arousal as he rolled his hips steady and sure. "Come undone for me, sweetness... let me feel your maidenly sex spasm around my cock as I bring you to your very first release. Drench my shaft in your slick as I make you mine for all eternity..."

Finally, the discomfort and the stretch melts away into the most full, intense pleasure you’ve ever known. A low, breathy moan falls from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, head lolling back as your cheeks flush, breasts heaving with each breath. You spread your legs impossibly wider, offering more of your slippery cunt to Thor.

Thor groaned deeply as he felt your molten inner walls begin to yield, the exquisite pleasure of your silken heat enveloping his plundering cock. He could sense the shift in your body's reaction, the tension giving way to a desperate, aching need. The knowledge that he was the cause of such rapture, that he was the one to bring you to the precipice of your very first climax, sent a dark surge of pride and hunger crashing through him.

The tremors of impending release rippling through your lush curves spurred Thor into a frenzy of lust. He needed to make you his, to claim each inch of your nubile flesh, to mark you indelibly as his woman. The tight confines of the tub no longer satisfied him - he required a grander arena to cement your union, a bed that would bear witness to his conquering and your surrender.

"That maidenly blush blossoming on such fair cheeks will haunt my mind for all eternity," he muttered, draping you over his muscular arm and rising from the tub in a spray of water and steam. Your lithe body leeched against his sodden skin as he strode swiftly but tenderly towards your marriage bed, his every step jostling his cock and drawing gasps and whimpers from your lips. Thor's hands mapped the sweet curves and valleys of your body with ravenous touch - the ripe, peach-perfect globes of your ass, the slender line of your back, the ripe fullness of your breasts.

"Sweet, succulent girl," he breathed, his voice a rumble of dark promise and hungering need as he deposited you on the center of the expansive bed. "Spread your legs for me, my goddess... open them wide and offer yourself to me, my wife."

He crawled over you, his weight settled between your thighs as he nudged them even wider apart with his knees. The thick length of his shaft, slick with your juices, emerged from his groin and slapped lewdly against your dripping sex. "I will take you to new heights, sweetness... plunge you into rapturous ecstasy as I fill the deepest recesses of your womanhood with my throbbing, virile flesh."

Your legs fall open easily, pussy gaping open in the absence of Thor’s cock. He drank in the erotic sight of your glistening sex, the swollen, flushed folds blossoming open to receive him. Your body's betraying readiness fueled the inferno of lust that consumed him, the hunger to claim you, to possess you utterly as was his right and duty as your husband. Gripping your hips firmly, he notched the broad, dripping crown of his cock against your entrance, the flared head kissing your cunt and making you writhe with need.

He gazed down at you, his sky-blue eyes blazing with a mix of tenderness and wild hunger. He saw the ripe, succulent woman beneath him, offered up to him as he had long dreamed of. In that moment, he knew he would never want another, would never crave a body or touch save yours. "You are a rare beauty, wife," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "A perfect feast laid out for your hungry, loving husband to devour."

Thor rolled his hips with a powerful flex of thick muscle, his shaft sinking into you with a deep, imperious thrust. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, pleasure exploding like starlight behind his eyelids as your scorching silk enveloped him, squeezing him like a glove. Thrust after relentless thrust carried him deeper into your body, stretching you in a dance of erotic bliss around his plundering cock. Thor could feel the stirring flutter of your climax building in the clutching heat of your sex, your untouched walls beginning to ripple around his invading length. He saw your head thrash against the pillow beneath you, heard your breathy mewls and gasps, the stuttering pulse of your blood beneath his stroking fingers.

"Yes, my goddess," he rumbled, his breath hot against your throat. "Let it come, my love... I can feel your pleasure building, your sex tightening around me like a heavenly vise. You are exquisite, sweetness... and all mine."

Thor pistoned his hips faster now, drunk on the feel of your hot, slick flesh gripping him so urgently, so needful. One hand drifted up to palm your breast, tweaking the rosy, distended peak as he rolled over you. "Come for me, my divine wife," he commanded, his voice a husky rasp of lust. "Scream my name and surrender yourself to the pleasure only I can give you."

You moan in response, bringing a shaky hand to rest over your lower belly, “I can feel you, so deeply inside me,” you sigh out, tilting your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, slick drooling out of your stretched hole and around his dick. “I don’t know where you start and I end. Perhaps this is how it was always meant to be. No me, no you, we are one.:

Thor groaned in bliss as he felt your molten sheath grip him like a velvet vise, clinging to his pistoning shaft with desperate, mewling cries. The slick gush of your arousal painting his cock and balls spurred him to greater fervor, his hips gently rocking against yours with the force of a thunderous tide. He could feel your womb, ripe and ready, nestled snug against the tip of his manhood as he plunged ever deeper into your sweet depths.

"Yes, feel me, my goddess," Thor hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the giving flesh of your hip as he guided you lovingly against him. "Feel the thick, throbbing heat of your husband's cock as it claims your untouched core. Surrender to the pleasure of being filled and stretched and taken for the first time."

He dipped his head to capture your lips in a sweet, sloppy kiss as he rolled his hips in deep, sensual circles. His tongue delved into your mouth, mimicking the thrust of his member, laying claim to your every secret, hidden place. He swallowed your cries of rapture with his own groans of lust, the sounds of your coupling echoing obscenely in the grand chamber. The pressure building in your core wound tighter and tighter as Thor undulated sensually into your sex. He could feel your pleasure cresting, threatening to wash over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Sensing the impending cataclysm, he redoubled his efforts, plunging into your grasping sheath with a power that shook the very bed beneath you.

"That's it, sweet girl," Thor panted harshly against your skin, his sweat-slicked body slithering deliciously against yours. "I can feel your quim fluttering around me, your virginal body trembling on the precipice of rapture. Give in to it, my love... Surrender yourself to the bliss only I can give you."

He crushed his mouth to yours once more in a searing kiss as he hilted his hips forward one last, ultimate time. With a roar of triumph and ecstasy, Thor felt your sex spasm around his plunging member, your walls rippling wildly as your climax exploded through you. The rhythmic clench and shudder of your sex milked his shaft as he erupted deep inside your core, flooding your fertile womb with the boiling surge of his seed.

You gasp into Thor’s mouth, a needy, whiny moan following it as you experience the mind-numbing bliss of your first orgasm. Your eyes roll back, spine arching clean off the bed. A gush of slick floods Thor’s dick, your body trembling mindlessly beneath his.

The intense clenching and release of your climax was milking his cock with a rhythm that stole his breath. He could feel the pulse of your orgasm in your flesh, the shuddering of your limbs under his body. He swallowed your moan with his own as he relished the sensation of his seed pouring into your womb within waves, his manhood spilling rope after rope of thick creamy cum inside of your womanhood.

He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, and every shudder of your body, he savored it. He pulled his mouth away from yours as his hips continued to grind against you. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his voice a rumble of dark satisfaction as he slid his hands under the small of your back, arching you into him. "My wife, so tender and so sweet, your first climax is mine to take," he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours, watching your every expression. Thor's hips continued to roll and move his cock inside of your, still hard. He ground his pelvis against your clit, drawing out your orgasm with a skill that was honed by the many centuries of his existence. He could sense another climax building, deeper and more intense than the last. He could feel your sex fluttering around him, milking him with desperate, hungry pulses.

Thor let his hand rove over your body, caressing your nipples as his body forced more pleasure from you. He leaned down to kiss your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips, feeling it fluttering and racing. He slipped his fingers between your thighs, feeling the way his cock was nestled within your sex, finding a rhythm with his thrusts and his circling fingers. Thor did not ask your permission to continue, rather he simply decided that he wanted to continue.

"Two for two my love," he murmured softly, his voice a husky growl against your skin. "Feel it, darling girl... feel my cock feeding you my thick, hot seed as I make you cum again and again for me."

Now, his hips finally began to move in earnest. Every thrust powerful, precise, and devastating. His gaze did not leave yours as he consumed your body. Thor reveled in the sensation of your sex, slick and throbbing as his hips rolled forward into you, his cock driving in deep then pulling out only to thrust in deeper still. His thrusts came faster and harder, relentlessly driving your pleasure higher and higher as you have never known. Your body trembled beneath him, your eyes wide with shock and pleasure as another orgasm crashed over you. Thor growled in satisfaction as he felt your sex clamp down on his cock, milking him with desperate, hungry pulses. This one even more powerful than the last.

Thor felt his own climax building, the pressure in his loins intense. With a low groan he buried his cock to the hilt inside your body as he exploded once more, flooding your womb with another thick, sticky stream of seed. His hips moved in short, sharp thrusts as he ground his pelvis against your clit and forced through the climax until the end. He lay there panting for a moment, his body slick with sweat as his heart pounded against his chest. Thor had never felt so completely sated, so utterly fulfilled.

You take a moment to catch your breath, finding your bearings in the wake of two intense orgasms. Your eyes, glazed over and fucked-out flick over to Thor’s form. You brush aside a few damp locks of hair that are plastered to your forehead, “That is how one makes babies?” You ask in a breathless, wrecked voice. Your vocal cords feel rubbed raw, you’re sure you’ve given the servants a show to discuss later.

Thor was still nestled snugly inside your warm body, his softening cock resting within your well-used sex. As the waves of release ebbed away, he assisted you in brushing the damp hair from your forehead, tucking them gently behind your ear. His thumb trailed over your flushed cheek, relishing the tender afterglow reflected in your glazed eyes.

"Aye, sweetness," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing rumble. "That is how a man and woman unite to create a new life. And you were exquisite in your first coupling."

Thor leaned in closer, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss filled with adoration and contentment. His hand drifted down to rest on your belly, splayed over the spot where he had spilled his seed deep inside you. A spark of possessiveness stirred within him at the thought of his essence quickening inside your fertile womb. "And that is only the beginning, my goddess," he breathed against your lips. "I intend to spend the rest of our lives showing you the myriad pleasure that exists between a husband and wife."

As he spoke, he rolled you onto your side, spooning you from behind. His hand drifted over the ripe curve of your hip and ass, pausing to squeeze the flesh and fat that had brought him such rapture. His softening cock slipped free of your body with a lewd sound, a trickle of your combined juices leaking out to stain the bed sheets below you

With a breathless giggle, you declare “We are going to have dozens of children then.”

Thor laughed, a low, contented sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your back. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent, a heady mix of something floral and the musk of your lovemaking. His arms tightened around you, one hand splayed possessively over your belly, the other cupping your breast, his fingers toying gently with your sensitive nipple.

"Dozens, my love?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble of amusement. "I should hope so. I intend to ensure that our line is strong and numerous, a testament to our love and passion."

He paused, his hand drifting lower, tracing the curve of your hip and the swell of your ass. His fingers dipped between your thighs, gathering the slick mixture of your arousal and his seed that leaked from your well-used sex. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a low groan of satisfaction.

"Mmm, the taste of our union," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could feast on you for eternity and never grow tired of your sweetness."

Thor's hand returned to your sex, his fingers tracing the swollen, sensitive folds with a gentle, teasing touch. He could feel the heat of your body, the way your sex clenched and fluttered at his touch, and he knew that you were far from sated.

"Besides," he continued, his voice a low growl in your ear. "I have a great deal of time to make up for. All those years I spent pining for you, dreaming of the day I could finally make you mine."

His fingers dipped inside you, coating them in the thick mixture of your arousal and his seed. He brought them to your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a slow, deliberate touch. He could feel your body responding to him, your breath hitching in your throat as a soft moan escaped your lips.

"Now that I have you, my goddess," he murmured, his voice a low rumble of possessiveness. "I intend to spend every waking moment ensuring that you are well and truly mine.”

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