<div class="floatright">(http://1.standaardcdn.be/Assets/Images_Upload/2012/08/22/PORTMAN.jpg)   </div><strong>Name:</strong>Jane Foster<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Stark Industries Consultant<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Jane's Room<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:19pm, Eastern time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Thor<br/><hr/><br/>Jane swirled her tongue around the crown of Thor's erection, and it seemed to be his undoing. He groaned as he spilled his seed in her mouth, and feeling rather proud of herself, Jane did her best to swallow. But Thor's orgasmic loss of control had side effects beyond those a mortal man felt, and the lights flickered, a few bulbs shattering with a loud<em>pop</em>.<br/><br/>Startled, Jane gasped and got a a few final spurts of Thor's issue on her cheek, which she good-naturedly wiped off with a finger, licking the remaining drops of cum off the digit. She kept her eyes cautiously on the ceiling lights and the nearby table lamp, but once they proved they weren't going to shower her with broken glass, Jane reclined back onto the bed, curling up next to Thor.<br/><br/>His contented facial expression was so comical in its exaggeration that she couldn't help but giggle, propping her head on his shoulder. "I take it you're well-pleased?" she grinned, tracing random patterns on his chest with a finger. "And do you always do...that?" Jane quirked a brow at the damaged light bulbs, her scientific curiosity momentarily overriding her own sexual desires.<br/><br/>She was far from finished with Thor yet, but she wanted to know if he'd experienced this phenomenon before because incidental interference with electrical fields upon orgasm would be...well, it would certainly be<em>something</em>. Inquiring minds, after all, need to know.