<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110506110829/uncyclopedia/images/thumb/1/18/Thor_in_hospital.jpg/800px-Thor_in_hospital.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Stark Tower Living Quarters, Jane's Suite<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 7:18 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor was embarrassed enough by his miserable sexual stamina, and seeing Jane humor him made him feel slightly worse. The idea that an initial climax made it far easier to hold on for subsequent erections had not been introduced to him, so luckily for the demigod he would be more prepared for the main event. Jane also wisely engulfed his member in her mouth to prevent a wicked mess; the Asgardian's centuries of pent-up juice had the potential to make an ungodly frosted pastry out of Jane's beautiful face. The flavor may not have been pleasing either, given the Asgardian diet of mostly meat and mead. Thor may not have known it but he would probably be too much for Jane to hold in her mouth, especially with just his manhood alone a challenge to accommodate.<br/><br/>Thor bucked his hips obligingly as Jane practically demanded his semen with how vigorously she stroked and teased him, and a hot, tingly sensation ran up his urethra like an army of insects tickling the interior as his seed burst forth from his cock head into Jane's waiting mouth. A sound he had never heard before emanated from his mouth, a look of surprise overtaking his face that even a humiliating defeat would not have managed, and as if that hadn't been enough, every light in the room flashed brightly, and half of them burst from overloading. It seemed his body and emotional state weren't the only things compromised by his vulnerability during coitus; he wasn't fully able to control his influence over electricity either.<br/><br/>Thor felt paralyzed and out of breath though he had barely done anything. Like the very essence of his being had been extracted and left him with nothing. The peak had been so fleeting, and now he felt nearly exhausted. Why was it mortals seemed so obsessed with this act? His mind was abuzz with thoughts he wasn't even aware he was able to have; the clear-headedness of having his sexual desires satisfied momentarily was now making its existence known to him.<br/><br/>All he could do was smile up at Jane, a lopsided grin with his eyes half-closed, telling her that she had, indeed, done exactly what she needed for her inexperienced lover. But she still had to teach him the full range of what two lovers could do together, and she still had one last bit of flesh to expose to him and entice him to become her willing student.