<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRZFR3-lHXTYbOnwgpNzerr1i5WdcBJKzr9CpZh0iLQsrpaqGa4vg)</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> 7:32 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor didn't know he'd caused a momentary stinging by tearing off Jane's panties, he wasn't overly familiar with the idea of elastic and its properties, but Jane didn't grudge or scold him for it. He was about to make up for that right now, anyway.<br/><br/>As Jane slid up his torso, leaving a trail of her juices up his abdomen which felt mildly cold once she passed over his chest and up to his neck, Thor felt goosebumps rising in his skin, a sensation he hadn't felt even during his visit to Jotunheim the Ice Realm. Jane paused, teasing him with her closeness, daring him to close the gap. Let it never be said that Thor wasn't bold to the point of recklessness (and no one who knew him would ever deny it); the demigod clasped his hands around the soft flesh of Jane's shapely ass and pulled her dripping twat right over his mouth, returning the favor she had given him of putting his cock in her mouth.<br/><br/>The unusual smell (it couldn't be helped, of course, neither of them having an opportunity to shower first) did not offend a man who battled beasts and barbarians and dwelt some of his time in battlefields bathed in blood, but it did make him wonder if he smelled less desirable to Jane. She hadn't shown any signs of that either, so he looked up at her, only his nose and eyes visible as the rest of his face was buried beneath her legs, and winked just as he allowed his tongue to creep out, serpent-like, and explore the folds of her pussy.<br/><br/>Salty, tangy, sour. Did he taste like that to her? She seemed to like it, and he could see himself getting used to it. It actually mixed well with the lingering bourbon, and he chuckled at the thought, inadvertently sending a vibration through Jane's loins and giving her additional stimulus. Thor ran his tongue flatly along her entire slit, his rough taste buds a mildly bumpy treat before he closed his lips around her and took a mouthful of her drippings, savoring the taste and then planting a gentle kiss as his lips broke contact with the flesh of her womanhood. It was like a mouth down there so it seemed appropriate to treat it as one; he only wished there had been a tongue down there so he could wrestle with it as fiercely as Jane's mouth could.<br/><br/>With his initial experiment concluded, he probed deeper, poking the tip of his tongue beyond her labia and prying beyond where his eyes could see, feeling the tightness squeezing it and wondering how that would feel on his cock. He didn't know why he was denied the knowledge of this physical pleasure, it felt like such a betrayal of his parents to keep this from him even if it was to prevent him building a harem and fathering numerous illegitimate heirs to the throne. If he'd just been able to find that one right woman...but it wouldn't have been Jane, and having to wait made it possible for him to be here now and learning what he'd been missing all his life, in more ways than one.