Thor: Champion of the Realms Ch. 03

This story takes place in a Marvel/DC crossover universe.

I do not own Marvel or DC Comics.

All characters are 18+.

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1.6

Diana returned to the ruins of the Temple of the Delians in a light daze.

She knew well the allure of Amazonian beauty, a marriage of strength and softness, ferocity and warmth. So lovely were the Amazons of Themyscira that even the gods desired to lay with them. But the barbarian captain - Thor - had touched her, held her, kissed her... and still he had sent her away.

The Princess thought she might go to bed, dwelling on the man's words as she drifted off. Her sisters had other plans.

The moment she stepped into their view, they were upon her, surrounding her like excited pups. Their hurried questions shook Diana out of her daze.

"My princess, are you alright?" Asked Mala, her ever loyal and true friend.

She saw upon their faces such terrible worry - remembering quickly that the last time they had seen her was when she headed off to the Varangian camp. Their dear princess, heading off with the intent to offer her body to some foreign raider. A man.

Though there were one or two who Diana saw were grinning. Penthiselea and Trigona. It was clear they found some humor the rest did not see.

"That was over pretty quickly." Penthiselea snorted, the tall, muscled blonde elbowing her friend. "I expected a brute of his size to last longer."

"Don't tell us. He ruined his trousers?" Trigona added, laughing. Some of Diana's sisters joined her, though Mala and Orana remained in their silent concern.

"Nothing of the sort happened." Diana told them firmly. She strode through the open doorway, into the ruins of the temple. Behind her, she heard the footsteps of her sisters following close behind. She shrugged off her robe, folding it over her arms before setting it aside. "In fact, nothing happened at all. He sent me away."

The rest of the Amazons went quiet - save for soft murmurs and hushed whispers. For some reason, Diana felt... annoyed. Her lips pressed into a tight line. She turned to face them.

Just as she expected, she saw a row of stunned, confused faces. So too could the Princess see the conflict etched upon their features. They didn't know whether to be relieved or insulted on Diana's behalf. Though they did not speak it, Diana knew they were all thinking the same thing.

The barbarian did not take Diana to bed. Why?

It was Trigona who had the nerve to speak up first.

"What? The bastard didn't think you were pretty enough?" Her hard face immediately pinched into a wince. She had tried to sound outraged - of course Diana knew she meant no insult by it. But all knew how bad it sounded.

"Maybe he couldn't perform." Penthiselea cut in, rescuing her friend from her own mouth. "Sent the Princess away to save himself the embarrassment."

Diana's heart bloomed. She so loved her sisters, adoring their loyalty, unwavering even in such twisted times. But she could not lie to them... nor let them spread falsehoods for her own sake.

"No." Diana admitted. She swallowed, crossing her arms. Holding herself. "He could tell I was nervous."

The revelation gave the Amazons a moment of pause. Silence settled over the group. By now the stars were out, twinkling through the gaps in the temple ceiling and walls. And through them also came the chirping of crickets. The only noise other than the flickering of the torches and the hearthfire.

Diana looked at each of her sisters, seeing the looks on their faces as they no doubt reconsidered the man they called brute, barbarian, savage.

Mala stepped forward then. She looked hopeful.

"Does that mean... you are free of your obligation?"

The rest of the party all seemed to perk up then. And just as she felt love for them bloom, Diana felt the twisting of guilt in her belly.

"No." She confessed, the word spilling from her lips like a heavy stone. "Thor fully intends to collect his prize."

Diana felt a slight tremble roll down her back. Prize. Her body had been won. Like she could be possessed. A thing to be kept. Claimed. Owned.

The Amazons bristled at her words. And just as she could recognize their worry, her sisters in turn could see hers. They approached, encircling her. A protective ring around their princess. But none spoke.

Mala set a gentle hand upon Diana's back. Her touch was welcome. And warm. Diana offered her a small smile before continuing.

"Make no mistake, Amazons." Diana found enough spirit to put some steel in her voice. "We will defend this island however we can. We cannot leave until Thor and his men do. And they will not leave until I fulfill my end of our agreement."

"But you said he won't have you." Mala said, her brow forming a hard line.

"Not tonight. But soon."

Penthiselea hardened her face, frowning.

"So... you are still going to bed with him?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Diana gave a nod. And perhaps for the first time since the fight at the arena, she accepted the words coming from her mouth.

"He wants me to be comfortable with him. And if that's what will keep this island safe... that's what I will do."

- - -

The next day, Diana returned to the Varangian camp. Not to offer herself to Thor - she did not sleep soundly the night before, her dreams plagued with memories of her defeat at his hands. Rather, she came to observe. To learn.

As she came upon their beached vessel and the small village of tents surrounding it, Diana was greeted with a surprising sight.

There she could see the Varangian raiders milling about, speaking, cooking, gambling as they did. But among them she could see local villagers. Merchants, specifically. These raiders had been ready to plunder their island not too long ago... and yet here they were, in their camp, talking and trading with them.

Diana moved closer, but slowly. She came upon one of the raiders trading a keg of ale for some spiced meat - Diana had to assume it was lamb or goat. But even more bewildering was the ease and comfort with which she saw the local merchant conducting his business. If he feared the Varangians, he did not show it.

"You seem surprised, Princess." A familiar deep voice rumbled from right beside her. Diana didn't jump - she had been trained to keep her nerve. But she did turn quickly, finding herself faced with the impressive bulk of the raider captain.

Thor had managed to sneak up on her. Diana found it difficult to imagine such a large man moving so quietly.

The first thing she noticed, of course, was that he was half-naked. Dressed only in pants, every inch of his torso was left on display, every little scar, every wonderfully corded muscle. Gripped in his hands was a bucket - filled not with water, but fish.

Tonight's dinner, Diana assumed.

Just as she did the day before, Diana took in the sight of his massive arms, the expanse of his chest, the tight lines of his stomach. She even found herself admiring other things, so odd in their appeal - the muscle at his waist that continued under the fabric of his pants, hiding away from her eyes. The width of his shoulders, she too found pleasing, particularly how the firm muscle shifted under his skin. She drank it in, the paradox of hard muscle packed under smooth, soft skin... coated nicely with fine, golden hair. All in the space of a second before her eyes shot back up to meet his.

It was a lapse. A moment of weakness. Amazons could still admire the beauty of man, even if the men themselves were barbaric in nature.

Diana didn't lose composure - she was too disciplined for that. But the glint in Thor's eyes told her she was caught. The Princess let out a sharp exhale, turning her gaze back towards the Varangian camp.

"I just find it hard to believe." She answered after a moment. She nodded towards the locals trading and bartering with Thor's men. "They treat you like favored customers. Just yesterday, you were ready to kill them."

"Only the ones who would fight us." Thor's answer was simple... and to Diana, shockingly casual.

The Amazon Princess narrowed her eyes at the taller man, wondering briefly if he was joking. She found no proof in the lines of his face... but still, she didn't quite believe him.

Thor seemed to sense how puzzled she was. He didn't seem apologetic, though a look of understanding did fall across his features.

"We find honor in battle, not slaughter." He explained, as if that would alleviate her concerns. "My band of warriors are not common barbarians. We fight only those who fight back."

Diana wanted to scoff.

"So you say. And what if one of your men decides he is a common barbarian?"

"Then I kill him." Thor gave a small shrug, as if it was obvious. "Cowards prey on the feeble and weak. There is no place for such men in Valhalla. Neither is there a place for them under my command."

Again, Diana considered the man. She studied his face for a long moment. All she found was simple sincerity. She might not have agreed with his principles, but it was clear his belief in them was firm. Unshakeable. An iron conviction.

In any case, Diana felt a measure of comfort. Thor and his men had their code of ethics, however alien they were to her Amazon ways.

Thor hefted up his bucket then, cradling it under one of his thick arms. Diana found her eyes drawn to the veins that seemed to pop from his skin. Fascination swirled within, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than she intended.

"Care to stay? Share some meat and bread with me?" He asked, shaking her from the light trance.

Diana blinked. She offered him a smile... ignoring the warmth she felt welling up in her cheeks. She considered his offer for only a moment. Deep down she knew the truth: She was not ready. There remained unease in her belly, slivers of discomfort she couldn't quite shake yet. They were there the night before, worms of worry writhing within, even as she felt the rush of excitement as Thor swept her into a deep kiss.

"Not today." Diana told him... feeling a measure of regret, to her own shock. "But perhaps another time?"

Thor returned her smile. There was warmth in his eyes. Diana admired their lovely shade of blue.

"Soon?" He asked. His interest was clear, genuine.

"Yes." Diana nodded, backing away. Still she smiled. "Soon."

- - -

It wasn't much of a surprise, seeing his men speaking with the locals. It wouldn't be the first time he and his man found themselves fraternizing with those they would have otherwise raided and pillaged. What was unexpected was seeing one of his mingling casually with one of the Amazons.

It was young Sven, tall and lean with his youthful face and sharp eyes, who had managed the feat. The woman of his attention was one of Diana's party, the tallest of them in fact. The well-muscled blonde beauty stood even taller than Sven himself, beating out the lad by an inch or two.

Thor spotted them at the edge of the village, standing under the shade of a tree beside the dirt path that led further inland. Not quite hidden away, but they had enough distance from the bustle of the port to grant them some privacy.

Thor could have heard them with his heightened senses, but chose not to intrude. Whatever their business was, it was between the two of them. Instead, Thor was content to observe from afar. From their posture, the looks on their faces, he could tell that they certainly weren't trading insults. In fact, one might have described their conversation as friendly.

A grin tugged at Thor's lips. He continued on his walk, letting his man have his moment of peace.

He made it only a few steps before he felt a presence at his side. One that he recognized.

"The villagers aren't the only ones willing to take chances." Diana said, eyeing the odd couple standing under the shade of the tree.

"Maybe she will like what she finds." Thor added, turning to see the Princess in her simple white dress and sandals. Even dressed like a commoner, she was radiant. Her long, black hair shimmered brilliantly in the sun. Her eyes shone even more splendidly, twinkling almost like stars.

Amazonian beauty is matched by so few. It was good fortune finding this island.

His Amazon had caught his meaning. Though she rolled her eyes, Thor saw that his words pleased her, if only a small measure. As they walked together, he noted how she drew closer to him. So close that their arms brushed together.

"Would you care to walk with me?" She asked him after a long moment.

"I thought I already was." Thor smirked. Again, the woman rolled her eyes. She slapped his bicep with the back of her hand.

"I want to show you something." She told him, advancing ahead. Thor watched as her skirt swished around her thighs. He followed dutifully.

"Lead the way, Princess."

She led them deeper into the island. It wasn't a short walk, a trip that passed through the brush and the trees, taking them into a stony cave. But the darkness soon gave way to sunlight again... and the dazzling blue of crystal clear water.

The cave had opened up into a clearing. At the center was a pond, hidden away from the rest of the island. Surrounded on all sides by natural walls of stone, it was a lonely pool, serene, almost completely still.

"A hot spring?" Thor wondered aloud. But he didn't see any rising steam, nor could he feel any heat coming from the water.

Diana shook her head. She went to the edge of the water and knelt, dipping her hand into it and sending soft ripples across the surface. She turned to Thor, wearing a small but proud smile.

"Freshwater." She told him, drawing her hand in slow, small circles. "Not too cold. Just right. I found this the first day we landed here. Never told my sisters."

"But you tell me?"

Diana said nothing... though her smile remained. She stood then. Reaching up to her shoulders, she undid the pins of her peplos. The dress slid quickly from her body, revealing all. There was no shame in her eyes, no embarrassment. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

Seeing the Princess naked in the dim light of his tent didn't compare at all to witnessing her body illuminated so clearly. No shadows to hide anything away.

She was a beauty in bronze, smooth, richly tanned skin drawn over bold curves and taut muscle. Bathed in sunlight, the warmth seemed to kiss at her body, loving it the way a man would. Thor felt his gut stir and his stones roil, savage need simmering within his soul. He wanted to reach out and touch her.

Without another word, she stepped into the pool, each step sinking her further into the blue. It was almost a tragedy, seeing inch after inch of her sublime figure once more being hidden away under the surface. The water came up to Diana's collarbone, leaving her head and shoulders above the surface. She dunked her head in quickly, then rose again, gasping as she wiped her soaked hair from her face. She gave a contented sigh... and set upon Thor an expectant look.

The exiled prince undressed quickly. The water was indeed just right. So Thor told Diana as much.

"It's supposed to be soothing." She explained as she circled him, wading slowly through. "Local legend says it has restorative properties."

Thor closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sensation of water engulfing his body. It was neither warm nor cold, yet tingled pleasantly upon his skin.

"Hmm." He grunted softly, floating on his back. "I certainly feel restored."

He heard Diana snort, playfully sloshing away.

For a time, the pair enjoyed the pool in silence. No sound but the wind and the wavering of the pond. It was serene, a calm delight that almost distracted Thor from the very naked Amazon swimming nearby.

It was Diana's voice that shook him from this peace.

"Why did you turn me away?" Her tone was not accusing, but Thor caught a hardness to her words.

The Odinson shifted in the water, standing on his feet. His height left the water rippling just below his chest. Diana waded a short distance away, drawing closer. Her eyes demanded an answer from him.

"I told you. I will not have an unwilling woman in my bed." He said simply.

"But I was willing." Diana countered, not quite frowning. "I offered myself, naked. Amazonian beauty is a gift from the goddess Aphrodite. You still sent me away."

"I had just defeated you. Right in front of your sisters. You were embarrassed, unbalanced, uncertain. I didn't want you to feel that way in my bed."

Diana regarded him in silence, digesting his answer. She narrowed her eyes. Thor tried to read her face, but found it a struggle to guess her feelings. Finally, the woman let out a small scoff. She shook her head... and splashed some water at his face.

Thor accepted it with a grin.

"How noble of you." Diana teased.

Thor gave a shrug.

"Less noble than you think. A woman who wants to be in my bed is far more fun than a woman who doesn't."

Diana let out a dry laugh. She waded back to the edge of the pool, rising from the water. Thor couldn't help but look. His eyes beheld her glistening body, watching every droplet roll down her tight belly, her firm but lush thighs. He watched beads of crystal drip from her bosom - the luckiest droplets to ever exist.

Just as delightful was watching her dry herself, running her hands through her dark hair, over her breasts, down her flanks, shucking away the loose water to leave her skin with a radiant sheen. Thor couldn't take his eyes off of her.

The Princess got dressed quickly, fastening the pins of her dress at her shoulders. Before she left, she turned and gave Thor a look. There was the tiniest of smiles cracking at the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you for the swim, Odinson."

- - -

They had gathered together for a hunt. Varangians, Amazons, even some of the villagers.

The barbarians had landed here to raid and pillage and loot... and yet here they were, days later, talking and joking with locals and Amazons alike. Diana could scarcely believe it... despite the private talks she'd been having with their captain.

Even the headstrong Penthiselea had found a Varangian of her own. A tall, lean young man who shared the woman's golden hair - though his was a dark blond, compared to the Amazon's lighter shade. Diana had learned his name was Sven. Foreign... but strong.

She watched the pair chatter as the hunting party prepared around them, smiling and laughing with casual familiarity. It was strange, Diana felt, seeing Penthiselea so at ease around a man - especially one that had come close to crossing steel with her just days before.

But then again... Diana was not in a position to judge.

"What do your people use to hunt?" Diana heard Penthiselea ask her new friend.

Thoughtful lines creased Sven's face as he observed the tools being gathered by the party around them.

"Same as yours, from what I can see." He answered. "Bow and arrow. Spear. Sometimes traps, nets."

"But have you ever used a spear as sharp as this?" Penthiselea brought her weapon before him, holding it sideways so the blade lay flat upon her palm. She presented it, smirking.

Sven touched the tip of the blade with his finger, inspecting it closely.

"I have not." He told her, chuckling. "Very nice."

Penthiselea held her chin high, beaming with pride.

"I forged it myself. Amazonian craftsmanship. There is none better in the world." She flipped her spear back up straight. Diana could see a daring, competitive look in her sister's eyes. She watched the blonde Amazon clap Sven upon the shoulder. "Stay close, Varangian. My sisters and I will teach you how to truly hunt."

The expression on Sven's face was one of subtle amusement, but he said nothing, simply nodding as the taller woman led him off. The pair disappeared into the bustle of the hunting party.

Diana couldn't help but smile. An unusual peace was still peace. Even if it came at a personal price.

Then she saw a familiar face approaching. A rushing sensation swept through her belly. Thor Odinson had filled her vision. And from the look of amusement on his face, he'd been watching the scene as well.

Diana stilled her nerves, straightening out her huntress garb - her battle dress but with fewer straps, allowing faster movement. Thor was dressed similarly, wearing a dark tunic, trousers, and leather boots. Simple and light. But just as it was with his thick leather and chainmail, his clothing did little to hide his impressive musculature. The thickness of his shoulders, arms, and chest were clear to see.

Diana grabbed her bow and arrow, slinging her quiver around her back. She gave Thor a nod as came up to meet her.

"Have you ever hunted boar before?" She asked.

"Boar. Bear. Elk. Sometimes wolves."

"Wolves?" Her brow pinched in curiosity.

"Very large wolves." Thor held his hands wide apart, demonstrating. He gestured towards the beach camp. "Some were even larger than my ship."

Any other man, Diana wouldn't have believed. But Thor had the blood of old, foreign gods. And so did the Amazons, according to legend.

"Huh." Diana pursed her lips.

"You don't seem surprised."

"I've seen stranger things than giant wolves." A wry grin spread across her face. "Like a barbarian raider who sends a beautiful naked woman out of his tent."

Thor barked out a laugh. It was a deep, thundering, pleasant sound. Diana found herself liking the way the lines of his face twisted in amusement. Briefly, she wondered what other expressions his comely face could make. And she wondered if it could be done by her own hand...

"Care to join us on this hunt, Odinson? You can measure your tracking skills against mine." She offered. Her voice was smooth, calm. Inside, however, her belly twisted in excitement.

"We can make a contest of it." He added amicably.

"A contest I would win." There was a heat to her words, Amazonian competitiveness coiling in her heart. "What do you wager?"

Thor considered her for a short moment. His smile grew. Diana very much liked the twinkle of daring in his eyes.

"A night in my bed." Thor finally answered. He let his words hang there between them. "I feel it is an appropriate reward."

Diana breathed in. She had to admire the man's audacity. It was the sort of confidence only a god could have.

The look of daring in his eyes was joined by clear want. As Thor drew his gaze over her body, Diana felt the same thrill she did in his tent. And for the first time since he and his men first landed on the beaches of Delos... Diana felt not a hint of worry.

- - -

1.7

It had been a successful hunt.

Thor looked out over his camp, pleased as a captain could be. The air was heavy with the scent of smoke, salt, and roasted boar. So too could the exiled prince catch the scent of cooked fish, baked bread, and even sweet mead. But none pleased him more than the sight before his eyes - his men, his band of warriors, talking, joking, celebrating alongside villagers and Amazons.

Some were dancing. Some beat drums. Some sang - poorly. Some were gathered around in a small circle, playing a game of dice. Some were getting even closer - like Sven and his Amazon friend, the one Thor learned was called Penthiselea. Most were feasting, savoring the juicy, roasted meat of the mighty boar they had slain on their grand hunt. They ate ravenously and washed it down with Varangian mead or local wine.

These were people who were happy to be alive. The ones who carried the brilliant flame of mortality. Thor couldn't help but admire that.

But the eyes that locked with his own, from the other side of the camp... Thor could see they held an entirely different sort of flame. It was fury that only a god like him could know - but not a fury of rage. It was a fury of need, of desire. Wild pools of crystal sapphire penetrated down to Thor's very soul. They saw him... and they hungered.

Diana's tracking skills had indeed been excellent. The Princess had won them their delicious boar... and their friendly wager. More than that, she had won a most coveted prize. The look in her eyes told Thor she fully intended to collect.

Thor excused himself from the festivities a short while later. Patting his loyal second, Bjorn, on the shoulder, leaving him and his other raiders to their feasting and drinking, the Odinson calmly moved through the crowd and the smoke and the crackling fires. Soon enough, he was returned to his personal tent. The tingle down his spine, the deep thrum that livened the blood in his veins, told him he was being followed.

Good.

Sure enough, Thor heard the flaps of his tent shuffle behind him. He turned and smiled, seeing beauty. Immaculate grace. A wonder unto herself.

He saw Diana.

"Did you believe you could escape from me, Odinson?" She spoke softly - but Thor couldn't miss the edge to her voice.

"Never." He answered, shucking off his cloak. He tossed it aside, away from his bed. "I just thought you might like some privacy."

She wore a small smile, warm and friendly as she had become these last few days. But still her eyes held a fire in them. Now, in the dim light of his tent, her hunger, her desire was only that much more clear.

The Amazon Princess craved the Odinson. And that pleased him like nothing else had before.

The next moment, she was divesting herself of her clothing. Reaching for her shoulders, she hastily tugged away the pins of her peplos, tossing them aside to join Thor's cloak. The pale fabric poured down her body like water, flowing into a puddle around her ankles. Naked now, just as she was that first night - and their afternoon together at the pond. But her nudity was more than simply alluring.

Thor favored her body in silence, taking a long moment to admire. Toned legs, smooth calves rising into tender thighs and ample hips. A muscled tummy, firm yet somehow looking deliciously soft and feminine. Large, proud, ripe breasts, bold in their heft and ample enough to fill even Thor's large hands. Nipples of dark pink, hardened into studs that begged for his touch, his lips, his tongue. Her splendid lips, spread into a devious smile now, joined by brilliant blue eyes. Just as Thor could see her desire, she could see his. And she delighted in his hunger just the same.

Diana stepped forth from the ring of fabric. Her body was sublime, immaculate - and bare but for her sandals. But soon she kicked those away as well. Slowly, she strode upon Thor on bare feet. She was an indomitable beauty, fierce radiance that Thor had so rarely seen in his centuries of life.

A goddess. And every step she took closer was like witnessing a miracle.

"I am willing." She said to him. Her voice was clear, firm, unwavering like the uru of Thor's battle-axe. "No shame. No worries. No reason to turn me away."

"I can see that." Thor answered. He breathed in through his nose - catching the sweetness of her in the air.

She was so close now. Inches away from him. Thor felt a beast thrashing within his soul, howling, demanding that he sweep this goddess into his arms that very instant. But he was the Odinson. Even in exile, he was a Prince of Asgard. He had control. He was a man, not a beast.

Diana reached out, running her finger tips over his broad chest. She pursed her lips, humming softly as she felt the firm muscle just under his tunic. And Thor in turn felt the warmth of her gentle touch.

"I wagered my body and lost." She continued. Her eyes flashed up to meet his, wicked with teasing delight. "And so did you. I'm ready to collect my prize, barbarian."

Her hand descended, trailing her fingertips from his chest, down his stomach, his waist... slowing to a halt just over his groin. Just as they did upon his chest, her fingertips played. Thor allowed it, sighing - feeling his blood churn and boil as touches warm and gentle graced his manhood and his roiling balls. He was already hard as an iron bar then, and her touch only hardened him further.

Diana's touch grew insistent, needy. Soon enough, she slipped her hand completely under his trousers. She cupped him by the balls, smiling, giggling - like she could feel the seed that churned within. Then she took him by the shaft - barely getting her fingers around him - and began to pump him.

Thor got the message. Quickly - even quicker than Diana - he removed his clothing. Tunic, trousers, boots, all gone, discarded in the span of seconds. Diana only ceased her ministrations to let him disrobe.

Once he was naked as she was, her lovely touch returned to between his legs. Both hands upon his cock now, stroking his shaft. Her skin was soft, maddeningly so, like warm silk wrapping around him. And he touched her in turn, whispering a curse in his old tongue as his hands fell upon her waist.

His thick fingers dug into the small of her back, hovering just above her ass. He drew her closer, desperate to feel her warmth. All the while she continued to stroke him, trying to pump the seed from his aching balls.

She kissed his chest, huffing hot breath onto his skin. Then higher, pressing her lips to his collarbone, to his neck. She let out a soft moan, trembling so deliciously in his arms. There was a desperate need there, in her voice, in her body. But upon her face, Thor saw delight as well. Diana was enjoying her prize.

Her pumping hands brought forth pulses of pleasure along his shaft with every stroke. He throbbed angrily in her palm... and she let out a happy hum in turn.

Their eyes met. A moment of clarity. Understanding of what they both truly wanted.

She kissed him. Catching his lips with her own, laying claim to what belonged to her. Their embrace quickly deepened, Diana letting her body sink into Thor's arms - just as her tongue sank into his mouth. She devoured, taking all that she craved, all that Thor was willing to give. It was ravenous, turning the shared heat of their bodies into something molten. Their tongues entwined, dueling... so intense it made Thor's head spin. His blood boiled, frothed in his veins.

When they finally parted, both sucked in precious air. Thor lips ached, feeling slick and puffy. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs, joining alongside the tight knot in his gut and the deep coiling in his balls. Some precum had dribbled from the tip, which Diana had taken to smear along the cockhead and shaft.

"You made me wait days for this. Bastard." Diana huffed, almost growling.

"I will make it worth the wait." He told her. Even with her hands working upon him so wonderfully, he kept his voice firm with conviction. He spoke the truth.

His answer seemed to please her. Enough for her to slow her lovely torture. She drew her hands from his manhood, rising to wrap around his thick neck. She nipped playfully at his lips, staring straight into his eyes.

"You better."

This time it was Thor who claimed Diana's lips. He held her close, his arms coiling tight around her waist like pale serpents. His manhood thrummed with simmering blood, twitching like an angry beast as it brushed against her inner thighs. He groaned into her mouth, his rod swelling even further from the softness of her skin and heat of her body.

He drew them both back, deeper into the space of his tent, towards his cot, towards the dark corner that matched his lustful hunger. All the while, their tongues danced together, teasing and tasting. Diana's hands were at his back, her fingers digging into the firm muscle.

Thor's hands played similarly upon her hips... and lower, upon her ass. Chuckling against her lips, his bold nature had him taking handfuls of the plump rear end, enjoying the way her flesh was pliant and soft against his fingers. His blood surged even hotter through his body. It just felt right to hold her, to touch her. It made his blood sing.

Thor broke the kiss, growling. But Diana chased his lips with her own, desperate for more. Her hands rose to his head, her fingers raking through his mane of dark gold. Even as he descended, she kissed at his face and his head until he was out of reach. Thor found new delights in tasting Diana's sweet neck, kissing and licking and nipping playfully at the sensitive skin there. Deep in his chest, dark delight rumbled, rolling through his body.

Diana cooed and moaned softly as Thor brought his lips even lower. Thor may have been a god, but he had a man's needs. And he couldn't be expected to ignore her bosom. So splendid they were, lush in size and splendid in shape. Perfect teardrop globes that enchanted with their natural heft, swelling proudly from an even more immaculate body. Thor had to touch them. He had to feel them. Grope them. Taste them.

Thor dropped to one knee, putting his face level with the Amazon's ample tits. Diana set her hands on his shoulders... but otherwise did nothing to stop him. He reached forth, taking one in each hand. Warm, just like the rest of her. And so soft.

Each mound was more than enough to fill his hand, slightly spilling over as he lifted each to enjoy the weight, the heft. The nipples as well had their particular appeal, round coins of dark pink, centered with studs that beckoned him, begging to be tasted. Thor was more than mesmerized, he was enchanted. In all his years of living, he had only rarely seen a pair so perfectly shaped.

The exiled prince only spared a moment longer to admire the vision of beauty before him before darting forward to devour. Diana sucked in a gasp, her nails digging into his skin as her hands tightened their hold. Sharp stings that were far, far outweighed by the primal satisfaction he felt as he filled his hungry mouth with Amazonian tit.

His lips encircled a nipple, suckling upon the hard nub. His tongue swirled, lashing at it - the only thing better than the sweetness of Diana's flesh was the sweetness of the moan that poured from her mouth. Her hands moved to his head, fingers once more running through his hair. She cradled him as he sucked and licked and groped at her chest.

Thor switched between the two tits, his hand groping the breast that wasn't gracing his mouth. Every slurp, every graze of his teeth, every lash of his tongue, they brought forth more moans, more whimpers, lovely music that could only come from a woman in pleasure. It was greater than the rush of battle, of triumph - a thousand fold!

"You like the taste that much?" Diana spoke with a pinched voice, sucking in a gasp as Thor teased at one of her nipples with his teeth. Her grip tightened in his hair.

"I've wanted to bury my face in this bosom since I first saw it." Thor admitted, almost slurring he was so pleased with his position. With both hands he squished the two mounds together, the soft flesh spilling out over his thick fingers. The round pink nipples stared back at him, so close now that they were but inches apart. He darted forward, trying to suck both into his mouth.

Above him, a lovely sound came spilling from Diana's lips. Her grip remained firm in his hair. Then he felt her start to push down.

"Go lower, brute." She demanded, her words desperate and heated. "You might like the taste better between my legs."

The Odinson agreed with her. The scent of her arousal was unmistakable, heavy in his nostrils. And with his senses more attuned than those of mortal men, the exiled prince knew well the sweetness that awaited him within her womanhood.

Thor slurped away from Diana's breasts, dropping down to kiss her belly. He took a small moment to enjoy the musculature of her abdomen, admiring up close the perfection of her Amazonian body.

It wasn't long before he reached the nexus between her thighs. The scent was even stronger now, almost overpowering him, his mind, and turning the God of Thunder into the Beast of Cunt. With his eyes, her arousal was even more obvious. Clear to see, her womanhood was dripping, soaking wet.

It was a vision of beauty before him, feminine pink that glistened through a small tuft of black hair. It set his heart and his blood ablaze - his whole body was flame, burning with desire. Somehow, Thor found the will to keep steady. Instead of diving right in to feast, he reached out to touch her.

Diana cooed, shifting on shaky legs as Thor gently drew his thick fingers over her silken lips. Around them, between them, his digits slid through her velvet folds... and her honeyed glaze. He didn't go fast or hard, but still his touch had her breath catching in her throat. Tiny gasps that oh so pleased the beast that dwelled deep in his heart.

Finally, Thor reached a point where he could no longer wait. Tired of simply teasing the woman, he moved forward, advancing into the world of womanhood. Her scent filled his nostrils, a sublime musk that made his head spin. Even better was the taste.

Before him Diana's body seized from the sensation of his tongue parting her, entering her. He felt it as he held steady to her thighs, her waist. Her hands came to his hair again, gripping tight. A long, deep, wavering moan erupted from her throat. It pleased him. And the sweet sounds did not stop - Thor's insistent, lapping tongue drew even more from the Amazon. Splendid music that consisted of moans, mewls, and sharp gasps. Proof of his skill... and proof of her pleasure.

"Gods!" Diana hissed, using her divine strength to force Thor's face between her thighs. Thor did not resist, but for the amused grunt - muffled of course by the Princess' soaking cunt. She stared down at him, her beautiful face twisted in disbelief... and wicked ecstasy. Her eyes flashed bright with primal desire, matching his own. "They teach men well... wherever you come- from!"

Thor buried his tongue deep, clapping his palms upon her buttocks as he did. Cupping her body like a bowl. He continued to taste her nectar, drinking down the sweetness with shameless greed.

He pulled back, giving the Princess a moment of respite. He took the opportunity to lick up whatever slick remained upon his lips. Delicious. Above him, Diana remained standing - though he could feel her legs trembling. She sucked in deep breaths... and Thor admired how such played upon her body, watching her bosom rise and fall, as well as the muscles working under the bronzed skin of her flat belly.

Thor chuckled, seeing how his work had nearly made this woman come undone. He planted a gentle kiss to her mons, then another.

"Maybe it's instinct." Thor said, sliding his fingers over her womanhood again. "A gift from the gods... to know just how a woman is to be treated..."

Diana huffed, rolling her hips against his touch. The way her dark hair fell over her face, her shoulders, made her look like a woman of the wild. The look in her eyes made his cock surge with hot blood, his tool twitching angrily with his heartbeat. He could feel more precum dribble out from the tip, spilling onto the floor of his tent.

His manhood ached. It demanded a taste of her. Thor could no longer deny the primal need that roiled inside him. He rose to his full height, looking down at the Amazon as he took her by the waist, guiding her back to the heavy furs of his cot.

The look on her face, in her brilliant blue eyes, as she stared back into his... it stirred something in his heart. Something more than base lust. It was a look he hadn't seen from neither god nor goddess in a long time. Regarding him as if he was worthy.

He put her on her back, pushing her as gently as his passion would allow. Diana did not resist... though the fire in her gaze held much promise of wicked defiance. She spread her thighs, the silken pink calling to him. Thor advanced, his spear at the ready.

It bobbed with each step, swaying some under its own weight and girth. Thor watched as Diana's gaze settled on his length, yearning in her eyes, brimming right alongside the excitement... and a sliver of apprehension.

Thor would be her first man, if not her first lover. After this, Diana would measure all men against him. He could not disappoint her.

He came up between her legs, looming over her as his cock came to rest upon her belly. Inches and inches of hardened and reddened flesh, swollen to such fatness that his cockhead had sprouted past the foreskin. Diana sucked in a heavy breath - Thor could see the slight worry in her eyes as she compared his length to her own body. He knew the thought going through her head even if she did not speak it aloud. He'd heard it from many lovers before: how will he even fit?

Thor decided to show her.

"I never knew a man could be so blessed." Diana murmured, taking the opportunity to touch him, stroking her fingers along the top of his shaft. They came to the head, massaging small circles over the tip, smearing her fingertips with more leaking slickness. "All the statues of men back on Themyscira... none of them come close to matching you."

Thor only grinned. He took his cock by the base and slid himself against her cunt. Her arousal graced his manhood with a nice sheen, and watching Diana roll her head back onto his cot in trembling delight was a prize unto itself. He did this for a short time, teasing her. But even the mighty Odinson had some mercy within him.

With a deep, rumbling grunt, Thor steadied his cock with his hand, aiming it true. Below him, Diana let out a splendid whine, using her fingers to spread herself... and touch at the spot at the peak of her womanhood. Thor grit his teeth and pushed forward. Heat and softness and perfection engulfed his cockhead, then more. Slowly, agonizingly, wonderfully, he sank himself into Diana. Inch after inch after inch - hard, unyielding manhood swallowed up by exquisite femininity.

It was beyond perfect. Thor could hardly contain himself, a curse in the old tongue erupting from his lips in a rasping, shuddering voice. He sounded more beast than man, snarling as more of his cock pierced into Diana's dripping, molten core. The heat was maddening, almost unbearable... yet Thor craved to go deeper. He needed more.

"Oh, great fucking Hera!"

Diana looked down where their bodies joined, eyes wide with almost innocent wonder as she watched a man take her for the first time. Then came the shock. Thor could see it flash across her features, the spike of pain in her eyes. Diana gasped, huffed, then released a broken cry - like the air in her lungs had been punched out. Her hands scrambled for something, anything, taking hold of Thor's arms. Her nails dug deep into his skin.

But she didn't push him away. Didn't demand that he stop.

Thor urged another inch of his cock into her cunt. Diana hissed, baring her teeth as her face twisted into a snarl. Her eyes had turned hard, wild. Silently, they made a demand of the man above her, inside her.

More.

He obeyed, sinking the rest of the cock into her sex. Right down to the root. His balls slapped lightly against her buttocks, aching as they swelled with seed. Diana's body was struck tense, her mouth wide open in a silent cry. A storm of senses, Thor could tell. He was feeling much the same. The entirety of his manhood nestled in the tightness, the heat of such a perfect woman. It was due to his godly nature that he didn't spend right then and there.

"Easy." Thor assured her, keeping firm hold of her hips even as her nails raked dark pink lines down his arms. Pleasure rolled through his body, pulsing from his groin. The delight of such maddening heat bathed his prick - even better was the feeling of Diana tightening around him, spasms massaging the length of him buried inside. "The pain will cease. You just have to get used to me. I'll go slow-"

Diana shook her head, setting wild eyes upon his.

"No. Faster."

Thor said nothing at first, looking upon his lover with concern. But Diana dug her nails even deeper into his arm, scowling with desperate need.

"I am an Amazon." She growled, the hunger in her words feeding into the same hunger that coiled within Thor's gut. "You will not break me. So fuck me."

Thor found that he didn't want to argue. There was a surge within him then, the snarling beast of lust taking over for a brief instant. His blood coursed hot through his body, every nerve coming alive. He took Diana by her wrists, pinning them above her head. His body loomed over hers, eclipsing her more slender frame with his muscled bulk. He rolled his hips hard, forcing a gasp from her throat. He adored the sound - and felt a brutish satisfaction in the flash of pleasure in the Princess' eyes.

He thrust again, grunting. Once more, Diana gasped - half in shock, half in unbridled delight. A growl rumbled in Thor's chest. His grip around her wrists tightened. He kept her pinned against his bed, trapped. His prize. His woman. His to fuck.

He watched her breasts shift and bounce with every punch of his hips, delighting in the ripples that rolled through the soft flesh. Thor saw and he desired. It surged through him, compelling him to lean down and bury his face in Diana's bosom. He dipped into that warm valley, his hungry mouth seeking sweetness. His tongue lashed at a nipple as he lips closed around ample Amazon tit. He sucked greedily, teasing with his teeth - breathless as he switched between breasts, desperate to feast upon the most perfect breasts he had yet seen. Beneath, Diana could only take it, whining pitifully as Thor devoured her lush mounds.

Thor pulled his hips back and drove his cock back in. This time Diana tried to stay silent, but a broken moan came bursting from her lips anyway. It brought another swirl of dark joy to the Odinson, but his focus had turned to his own pleasure. The feeling of Amazonian cunt wrapped so tight and warm around his cock brought forth a special sort of triumph - as did the taste of her succulent bosom upon his tongue. He hadn't just won Diana... she had offered herself.

It was almost as pleasing as the sensation of her sex milking the seed from his balls.

Thor didn't take much time to reach a fast pace. Such was a credit to Diana's Amazon durability as much as it was to Thor's stamina. His hips, his body, worked like a hundred men, punching his length into Diana's slick folds again and again. Each stroke brought shocks of ecstasy, rolling waves of pleasure that washed over his cock, over his body, right into his core. Warming him, burning him from the inside out.

Diana did not lay idle. She rocked her body up against him, meeting every thrust with her own. The moans and cries told the story loud and clear. She was just as desperate, just as hungry for pleasure as he was. From the wild look in her eyes... she might have been even more ravenous than he.

Thor released her wrists then - and slurped away from her tits - planting his hands on each side of her head. He groaned, finding a rhythm in short, quick, frantic thrusts. Each one piercing deep, his cockhead striking her such that every rock of his hips ripped a wavering cry from her. Her hands found his back, raking red lines there as well. She clutched at him with such frenzy, as if she'd fall into an abyss if she let go. Still, Thor continued to work his body, keeping his pace despite the sensations of blissful heat engulfing his cock with each thrust.

Their bodies collided. They traded curses, grunts, and cries. So loud was their coupling that even the sound of festivities just outside had faded to just mere noise.

Thor felt his balls tighten. His length throbbed against the vise that was Amazon cunt. He could feel his ending coming soon. But Diana's came sooner.

"Oh, Gods... Hera, help me!"

Diana took Thor by the back of his head, pressing her forehead to his. Her legs locked around his waist, an attempt to pull him deeper. Thor obliged as much as he could. His feet pushed against the floor, driving himself as flush against his lover as their bodies would allow. He drove his cock deep, all the way to the root. Her womanhood gripped him tight, clenching all around, every inch of him swallowed up by those hot, silken folds. Molten honey glazed over him, drowning his prick. Drowning him.

The Princess stared into his eyes as she came, howling wild into his face. Her whole body was hot to the touch, delicious to feel writhing against his. Thor allowed a moment to enjoy the feeling of Diana wrapped around him, of his cock buried so deep in perfect... before allowing himself to fall into that abyss right after her.

Losing himself in her brilliant blue eyes, lovely sapphire stars, Thor Odinson came undone deep in the folds of honeyed velvet. He took her lips with his own, swallowing her screams and sweet moans. His balls churned and roiled and clenched as their tongues dueled again, even now still having the will to fight for dominance. Ecstasy erupted next. Sweat dripped from his brow as he bellowed an old curse, holding his lover close as he emptied his balls of seed, spilling into the depths of her womanhood.

It sloshed forth - hot, thick seed carrying through like a rushing river. It shot down the length of his cock, bringing upon Thor a bliss so impossible, so maddening that he could only speak in savage grunts. Again and again, his offering shot deep into the Amazon's core. Every clench and tightening of his balls was accompanied by a rage of ecstasy, each rope of seed spilling from his cock feeling more exquisite than the last. And there were many - so many that Thor felt his offering begin to seep past him, dribbling down onto his aching balls.

Even in exile, Thor's divinity could not be denied. One of his domains was fertility, after all.

As he broke the kiss, Thor let out a deep, heavy sigh. Ecstasy danced through his nerves, pleasant ghostly wisps that nipped at his body. Beneath him, Diana did much the same. Their bodies were slick with sweat, hot to the touch. She ran a lazy hand down his chest, descending to where they joined. Humming, she touched herself... and him.

"Mighty Zeus..." Diana muttered, fingers playing at the inches of Thor's cock that weren't buried in her cunt. She let out a long breath through pursed lips. Thor wanted to lean down and capture them in another kiss. But then he caught the glint of devious intent in her eyes. "Quite a performance... for a man. That wasn't all, I hope?"

Of course. A woman like her would never tire so quickly.

Thor let out a slow laugh. He rose, drawing his hard cock from between her legs - some of his seed spilled out with it, dripping from Diana's tight pink. Thor felt a deep satisfaction at the sight. His manhood hung down, smeared with leftovers from both their endings, twitching against the cool air. But it had not wilted. It remained thick and firm, swollen with hot blood. His cock remained like a rod, a club of pure uru hanging between his legs. Thor saw Diana take note of this, eyeing him with keen and wicked interest.

Swelling with some pride - but mostly arousal - Thor gave himself a few idle strokes. Diana rose to meet him, her ravenous smile helping him return to full hardness. Her hand again fell to his shaft, taking over for him. She pressed in close, seeking a kiss.

"That was only one bout, Princess." Thor told her between kisses. "The first of many."

Thor was not finished with this woman. The blood of Asgard flowed through his veins. He watched her splendid form writhe deliciously before him, her bronze body begging for his touch again. His balls ached again as they did before, churning with more seed. Ready to be unleashed. Such as how it was to be a god.

It was Diana's turn to laugh. A sweet giggle rousing the beast in his heart. The taste of woman could only sate it for so long.

"That is a big promise. I will hold you to it." Diana breathed hotly against his lips. "Show me how mighty you are, Odinson."

- - -

1.8

Diana had never imagined she'd be put flat on her back, much less by a man. Before she might have recoiled at the thought, dismayed and disgusted by even the faintest possibility of such humiliation. But now, experiencing it for herself, the Princess felt no such ill feelings.

Diana was on her back. Thor was above her, inside her. And the sensations the Amazon felt coursing through every nerve of her body... they were the furthest they could be from dismay or disgust.

She was getting fucked into the makeshift bedding, fucked hard by the barbarian named Thor, stuffed so deliciously full by his cock it made her want to scream. And scream she did, terrible, wonderful cries spewing from her aching throat.

Thor had command over her body, pinning her down by her wrists, working his rod into her tight, soaking depths over and over again. He grunted, snarled, red in the face as he laid his claim over her womanhood.

It was the nightmare Diana's mother had warned her about, the ruination mankind would force upon the women of the world. Yet Diana had never felt pleasure so intense before. Her whole body was bathed in that delicious heat, bright embers dancing through her nerves.

She wondered what her mother would think of her if she saw her then. What a scene it would be, the Queen witnessing her precious Princess being defiled by a barbarian and his long, fat cock. Diana whimpered, her belly stirring at the thought. The heat only bloomed hotter when Thor sank his cock in deep. She felt her body swallow him down, her pink going tight around his length. Diana let her head fall back, moaning.

"Gods!" The word spilled from her lips. A shudder rolled through her body.

Thor gave a short, deep chuckle. He pressed hard on Diana's wrists, pinning both of her arms above her head - leaving her vulnerable, open to his hungry, ravenous mouth. He rocked his hips hard, driving his cock in again. Another moan came tumbling from Diana's lips. He held there for a moment, grunting. Then he drew back, returning to his tireless pace.

The strokes were short, fast, and tireless. Each stab into Diana's insides chipped away at her constitution, dragging her closer and closer to yet another wild blossom of ecstasy. The bastard had already tore one orgasm from her body and by now it was clear he would take another. It was only a question of how long Diana could hold out against his efforts.

"Too much for you to handle, Princess?" Thor asked tauntingly. Through lidded eyes, Diana could see his smile and his bold, mischievous eyes.

Diana felt a heat blooming across her cheeks - more than there already was. The barbarian might have been having his way with her body, but Diana had an Amazon's pride. Even in the face of sexual defilement, her dignity was not so easily set aside.

The Amazon Princess snorted.

"Please..." She sighed, rocking her hips up into Thor's. Even on her back, she would meet his wild thrusts. A vexing smile of her own spread across her face. "My own sisters have treated me with a more forceful hand, Varangian."

Diana could see the change in the man's eyes. That little morsel of information stoked his interest greatly. She felt his cock stir inside her, twitching excitedly from the fantasies that were no doubt racing through his dirty mind.

"Have they? Sounds like an alluring tale." He growled, pressing his body firmly against hers - sinking his manhood down to the root. She felt his balls rest against her buttocks, clenching tight as seed roiled within.

His weight, all solid and firm muscle, settled atop her. It felt like she was being engulfed in his warmth. To her own surprise, Diana felt only delight at the thought of drowning. Certainly, there were worse ways for an Amazon to go.

"You want stories? Go sit by the campfire. In this tent, your purpose is to fuck me." Diana spoke hotly, her voice strained from exertion... and aching desire.

A whine rose from her throat next, heated and needy. She rolled her hips against Thor's again, her cunt gripping tight to his cock. She needed more of what he'd been giving so tirelessly, intent to wring every bit of pleasure she could from their union.

Thor let out another laugh. This one was deeper, darker. The humor had all but vanished from his eyes, replaced with a beastly intent. But Diana did not fear. Instead, it was excitement that brewed in the pit of her belly. What was coming next... it was exactly what the Princess of the Amazons so desperately craved.

"Be warned, Amazon." The man rumbled, his voice hard and hot like smelted iron. "If you make demands of Thor... you will receive his mightiest effort!"

Thor huffed through his nose - like a wild bull, Diana noted. He released her wrists from his steel grip, planting both hands firm on the bedding, one one each side of Diana's head. Then... he fucked her. Somehow, all the power and strength he had thus far shown her... it had only been a taste of what the Odinson could offer. His body worked with the vigor only a god could have, his hips working even harder and faster than before.

Gods above... it feels like he's going even deeper...

Their bodies collided, lewd, wet sounds of unbridled carnality filling the tent... and no doubt spilling into the space beyond. There could be no hiding their indecent joining now. At the back of her mind, Diana felt content with that. Why should they hide what felt so good? And by the gods, did it feel good.

Diana clutched at Thor's magnificent body, at his arms, at his chest, at his back, desperate for anything to hold on to, to keep from going completely mad from sensation. It was an overload, bliss and heat and an overwhelming, succulent ache. Pleasure and pain surged together, entwined as they wormed through nerves and veins, burrowing into muscle and bone. Her whole body, thrumming with the essence of life. It was sublime.

Somehow, Diana managed to speak through the cries, the grunts, the sweating and slapping of bodies.

"Athena... have mercy..." The words came croaking. Diana forced them through wavering moans. "Yes! Oh, Goooooooods!"

The orgasm struck hard, erupting through Diana's body with the force of a volcano. Ecstasy, white hot, burned fast and fierce upon her nerve-endings. She was shrieking as every inch of her skin came alive with feeling, blossoming out from her core. That splendid ache of her womanhood consumed her, swallowing her up until her existence was nothing but pleasure.

Above her, Thor huffed, growling like an animal. He remained unspilled - though he was not too far from the edge himself. Diana could feel him inside her, his cock stabbing deep, spreading her apart to an agonizing degree with every skewering thrust. She could hardly breathe... yet she clung to him all the same, using her legs to try and draw him even deeper.

He was close. She could feel it. Even through the bliss clouding her senses, Diana knew what she wanted. Thor would join her in this wonderful madness. No matter what it took, she'd make him cum.

"By Odin's beard..." She heard him rasp once her howling died down. She felt his fingers brush some hair from her face, more tender than she expected - especially with him riled up into such a primal state. "Are you still with me, Amazon?"

Diana let out a slow, weak laugh. She writhed underneath him, arching her back with a low, satisfied hum. He'd wrung out another bloom of bodily delight from her. Not so easy a task for a man to accomplish. He should take some pride in that, Diana knew. But she didn't dare allow him to think he had bested her. Perhaps that was true in the arena of battle... but not so in the arena of the bed.

"You wish you could outlast me, Odinson." Diana managed to tease him. Her senses were beginning to blur after all the rounds they'd gone through this evening. Through lidded eyes, she stared up at the barbarian who won her body. But just as he would use her for pleasure, she would do the same to him. Her honor as an Amazon demanded it. "I'm not finished with you. I'll make you spill every last drop of seed you have before this night is through."

"Ha! That task will be more difficult than you think, Diana." He lowered as he spoke, bringing his lips to hers. A lazy, hungry kiss. There was no finesse in the embrace, they'd tossed that away to enjoy a more savage joining. When they broke apart, Diana was again breathless. Her body yearned for more, her blood running hot through her veins. Thor spoke again, smirking. "And perhaps more difficult than you can handle."

"There is no such thing." Diana snarled, a flash of outrage joining the carnal hunger that gnawed at her insides. "And I didn't tell you to stop."

She gathered her strength and slapped him. His face. His chest. A clear demand. A challenge.

Thor did not back down. With a grunt and a fury in his eyes, he took a hold of her throat. Firm enough to show strength, but not so to choke. Diana was learning quickly what sort of man he was. He'd never hurt her... unless she asked him to.

With mighty vigor, Thor resumed his conquest of Diana's body... and swept her once more into his wonderful storm.

- - -

Thor should have known from the start that just one bout between the sheets wouldn't have been enough to sate his lover. With great passion and stunning zeal, Diana demanded more of the exiled Prince of Asgard. A challenge that he was more than happy to meet.

It was a great fortune that he crossed paths with the Amazon princess, Thor decided. In this land of mortals, it was beyond gratifying to find a woman who could hold her own against the full force of his vigor in bed. Though, as with all men, what delighted Thor the most was her body... and how it was freely given to his control.

He took a brutish pleasure in handling the princess. His hands roamed where they pleased, taking liberty with her buttocks or her breasts, finding a grip upon her waist, her shoulder, or the luscious curve of her hip. Not to mention the copious seed spilled in her pink, silken depths, ropes of cum sent spewing inside her without a word spoken against it.

There was no danger of pregnancy, of course. Only Thor decided when he would sire a babe - but Diana didn't know that. She accepted his offering with delighted moans and desperate cries. She was a woman above women. Thor was beyond lucky to have found her. He knew this especially as he reached his end once more, heated pleasure lashing through his body as his balls sent yet another helping of seed into the Amazon's fertile core.

Thor let out a wordless grunt, using his grip on Diana's hips to draw them flush together. He ground his manhood into her velvet folds, urging his length as deep as he could. Beneath him, Diana whined - before, an orgasm would have been accompanied by a shriek or a wail. She writhed weakly against his hold, one hand reaching up to flatten against his chest. He expected a defiant slap, an unspoken urge to continue, but this time Diana drew her hand slowly over his body. She felt him, his skin, his muscles, slender fingers running tenderly down his chest and abdomen.

Thor enjoyed the feeling, sensing her admiration through her fingertips. He looked down, seeing the exhaustion written plainly on her face. Thor stifled a smirk. It seemed clear then that he would emerge victorious over the princess yet again.

"You seem quite spent, Diana." He noted aloud, slowly working his hips. His cock bathed in a mixture of seed and slick as it sawed in and out of Diana's well-fucked cunt. Each stroke was long, drawn out, and forced tiny whimpers from the lips of the woman below. Thor allowed himself a faint grin. "Would you like a moment's rest?"

This time, Diana slapped him, batting her hand against his bare chest. Her palm thumped against the solid muscle.

"Vile brute..." Diana hissed, rolling her body up into his. She sighed and shivered, no doubt racked with sensation as she used herself to stroke his cock - with her body responding in kind. "You mock me!"

"I have to ask." Thor let out a small laugh. He eased his hold on her body, drawing a large hand over her flat tummy. He marveled at the paradox of her figure, the softness and warmth of her skin, the taut muscle pressing out just underneath. He traced the lines of her abdomen with his thumb, taking a savage pleasure in the knowledge he was the first man to enjoy this gorgeous creature. "I would hate to break you, Princess. I quite enjoy your company."

Though tired and spent, Diana managed a scoff. Another slap came, a lazy strike to his own abdomen. More playful than defiant.

"Just..." Diana sighed, falling flat against the bedding. She let herself sink into the thick furs, regarding the man above with glossy eyes. "Just keep fucking me. I'll never break... but we'll keep going until I do."

Thor very much liked the sound of that.

"I am at your service, Princess."

Though not in such words, Diana had ceded control over to him. This was no longer a duel, it was domination. The heated look she gave him then told all: Thor was to use her as he saw fit. Spoils most fitting for the man who had bested her. The Odinson was not a man to waste such an enticing gift.

Thor pulled away, his cock slipping from Diana as he stood. His length batted against his thighs, half-soft but quickly returning to that steely hardness. Smeared with offerings from both himself and Diana, the stench of sex became even more potent in the tent. The scent tickled his nostrils, sending his blood back into a simmering boil.

With one hand, he turned Diana onto her belly. She gasped as she was flipped, tossing a look back over her shoulder with sharp, daring eyes. Thor only paid that half a mind. His gaze was fixed upon the rest of the Amazon's bronzed body.

He admired the perfection before him, the powerful yet sensual figure that she had offered up for his pleasure. He drew his eyes down, drinking in the lines of her back, the swell of her hips, the rolling hills of her buttocks... even the small details vexed him, like the dimples at the small of her back or the way her flesh of her thighs and hips wobbled ever so slightly as she shifted her body.

Diana let out a soft sigh, twisting some to get more comfortable. More quakes came, ripples in the softness of her body. Thor noted with wicked pleasure how her ample breasts fanned out under her weight, their succulent roundedness peeking out from her sides as the mounds were trapped between her body and the bedding below. A mesmerizing sight.

His cock was fully hard again - more than that, it was throbbing. The length was colored an angry red, dark veins bulging from the shaft. Already there was precum welling up at the tip. Thor let his manhood rest in the perfect spot - his long, thick cock finding itself nestled nicely in the valley between Diana's plump asscheeks.

The Amazon noticed instantly. She gave a derisive snort... but also wiggled her bottom in turn, using the swells to caress the man above her. Her soft flesh rubbed up against him, his shaft, his balls. Thor took hold of her waist, struck with the urge to bury his cock between those cheeks. But he remained dominant over his desires. He ground himself against her, groaning as the curve of her ass stroked the underside of his manhood.

It was more than delectable. It was perfect.

"I'd say this position agrees with you, Diana." Thor huffed, rocking his hips slowly. He urged himself forward, enjoying the warmth and softness of Diana's ass against his balls. He could feel them churning, readying another load of hot seed. He watched clear, sticky precum dribble down onto the small of Diana's back. The tiny beads glistened on her bronze skin. "A woman like you, with a body like yours... You were made to be fucked."

Beneath him, Diana gave a soft hum. She squirmed, more teasing than defiant, pressing her rear up into his groin. She had closed her eyes, resting her head on her folded arms.

"The gods didn't think so." She replied. "They took us from Man's World... kept us hidden away from centuries..."

"Then your gods are mad. Or stupid. Or both." Thor would have laughed, but his focus was upon Diana's glorious body and his cock stroking against the swells of her ass.

Diana laughed in his stead. It was a low, lazy giggle, pouring from her lips like warm syrup. So sweet to Thor's ears.

"Every stab into my soaking wet cunt has been a defiance of the gods." She cackled then, sounding close to drunk. Her eyes fluttered open, looking over her shoulder with a smoldering gaze. "You risk their wrath, Odinson."

Another challenge. Pride swelled hot in Thor's chest. He reached out and took Diana by the back of the neck. A gasp escaped her throat, turning into a moan as he drew back and slid his cock against her mound. Her wetness glazed the head, the shaft. He could feel how hot she was, the delicious blaze of her womanhood.

She said nothing, her eyes locked with his in a silent dare. Thor's whole body came alive, struck with a godly hunger. Unquenchable but with Amazonian perfection.

With a snarl, he reached up further, his hand tightening in Diana's hair. Her beautiful mane of shimmering black, now gathered into a solid fist. He gave a short yank, making the Princess of the Amazons yelp so deliciously.

He skewered her. And that tiny gasp broke into an uncontrollable moan. A delighted wail as Thor sank his long, fat cock into her needy cunt once again. Deep, deep, deep, long inches of manhood piercing deep into silken folds. Thor pushed forward, claiming territory in his name, until finally his balls came to rest against her buttocks again. He could feel the bulbs clench, eager to send another helping into Amazonian cunt.

It was perfection, being bathed in unbearable heat, wrapped so tight in molten velvet... It was the sensation only a god could endure without going mad with pleasure. And even then, feeling Diana tighten around his length brought Thor right to the edge.

"There's no god in any pantheon that will keep me from having you." Thor growled. It was more than just talk between lovers. In his heart, in his eternal soul, Thor knew he meant every word.

Diana of Themyscira was his. He couldn't believe anything else. Not after tonight.

The Amazon still had some fire in her, a flicker of defiance in the face of his strength. She pushed her buttocks up into him again, a feeble attempt to squeeze some pleasure from him on her own terms. But Thor's grip on her hair was solid, unbreakable. He gave another yank as he jerked his hips against her ass, ripping a gasp from her.

Somehow, Diana managed some words. Again, they were defiant. Thor so loved her spirit.

"Prove it, barbarian." She whined. The delicious ache in her voice had Thor swelling even harder in the tightness of her soaking core. "Have me. Take me. Claim me."

Thor answered the only way he could. He gathered every ounce of strength he had... and punched his hips forward. Diana let out a sound, the breath forced from her lungs. Something so beautiful to hear. So Thor did it again. And again. Soon the gasps turned to squeals and the squeals turned to cries. Wild curses and choked sobs. All born from the most wicked pleasure.

He fucked his woman into the bedding. He fucked her with purpose. He fucked her to prove a point.

He fucked her until they were both shouting, bellowing, spitting curses as ecstasy cut them both down to the bone.

He wouldn't stop until Diana was his... and every being in the universe knew it.