<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://violettedubrinsky.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/chris-hemsworth-shirtless.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> 7:35 pm<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Jane Foster </span></span><br/><br/>Thor's heart was pounding in hears ears so intensely he could scarcely hear Jane's affirmations of his technique. Her loins throbbed and radiated a feverish heat onto his tongue that could have melted an ice cube in seconds, and he relished her steadily dripping flesh as she smothered him before drawing back to open herself to him and show him the ultimate weak spot that would drive her over the edge. Freely breathing once more, he now paid more heed to her words and pressed on as she egged him on. If this was normal mortal intercourse, he could definitely see himself becoming fluent in it. And having many, many children if this was the way in which they were to be conceived.<br/><br/>Something within him got him frenzied as Jane neared climax, as though he could sense it. Breathing hard, and with gentle but noticeable growling noises, Thor appeared to be a feral animal feeding upon its prey as he devoured Jane's cunt and just before he lost all control and howled, a gush of her fluid drowned out his breath and a drop hitting him in the eye brought him back to his senses. He did not know it was usually only the male who ejaculated, so for the moment he was under the impression Jane had just spunked on him. It felt a tad bit emasculating, but he smiled up at her and sighed, exhaling deeply now that there was nothing blocking his vent. Still rock hard even as she fell away from him, he nearly forgot how heavy he was and had to stop himself from rolling over on top her.<br/><br/>He kissed her, his face still slick with her juices, and rubbed his palm along her drenched thighs, lubricating himself with it and laying on his side as he embraced her. He was ready for action now, barely able to wait for her to recover her strength despite having made her to wait for his manhood to become hard again. The build-up to this moment, already long-overdue, was maddening. The look on his face and in his eyes said it all-he needed her. Now. And if he wasn't mistaken, she needed him in exactly the same way. Female orgasms, a foreign concept to him, were something he would be very curious to learn about for the sake of pleasing her.