First of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who has given me feedback on the Captain America series. I was burnt out on that for a while, but I do plan on returning to that arc soon, with your suggestions under my hat. In the meantime, I remember getting a request a while back for a story involving Thor (sorry, can't remember who from)... so here goes! DISCLAIMER: This story does contain some acts of violence and non-consensual (well, kind of ) sex, so it is not for the faint of heart. Note on language: All of the non-English words and phrases in the story are authentic ancient Norse. I am not, however, any type of linguistic scholar or anthropologist, so if there are mistakes in spelling, usage, or grammar, I apologize in advance. I hope you enjoy the story! What? said Thor stupidly, staggering backward, a rapidly-dissipating pink fog surrounding his head in a momentary corona. Yes, purred a voice of molten silk from the shadows in the far corner. Built of rough-hewn timbers and immense slabs of granite, the sole illumination coming from a great roaring fireplace, the room looked like the kind of place that hulking Nordic brutes and Teutonic blonds might drink and fight and fuck and drink and eat and fuck and fight (in no particular order). Yes, the impossibly smooth voice said again, surrender to my potion feel your will to resist crumble give yourself over to your carnal desires. Enchantress. The Asgardian powerhouse mouthed the word clumsily, as if unsure of its dimensions, its weight. It is as the Fates have decreed, my love. Striding from the shadows, the woman who attempted to ensnare Asgards champion looked every bit her name. Long golden tresses gleamed in the scant firelight; hips swayed hypnotically; diaphanous vermillion silk clung lovingly to the swell of her heaving bosom, the pert triangle of her sex, then floated away, billowing in a nonexistent breeze. You will be mine! Grabbing a handful of Thors straw-colored mane, Enchantress pulled his lips to hers, kissing the god savagely, claiming her prize in no uncertain terms. At first the befuddled Asgardian was passive, was merely kissed, but after a moment his passions stirred, and his tongue wrestled hers for dominanceultimately futilely. Enchantress released her captives mouth, disentangled her hands from his hair, and stepped back, seeming to calculate her next move. Thor merely stood, trembling slightly but offering no further resistance. Although he did not move, it seemed that every fiber of his being strained toward his painfully beautiful master. She stepped back into him, caressing his sinewy arms, his solid chest, his firm, perfectly rounded buttocks, and wherever her lithe alabaster fingers traveled, Thors garments simply melted away. After an aching, shivering eternity, Enchantress wandering hands found their way to the god of thunders rigid, pulsating sex. The moment she touched the massive organ, the last of its restraining bonds disappeared, and it sprang forward, mighty in its tumescent glory. The two divine beings became a closed circuitthe jolt of eldritch power coursed first through Enchantress, causing her to gasp involuntarily, then through the captive Thor, who arched his back, threw back his head, and gave a primal howl ofof what, it was impossible to say. Liar! Thor cried suddenly, and backhanded his erstwhile captor with all the force he could muster. The seductive sorceress flew some twenty feet, crashed into the far wall, and crumpled into a piteous, mewling heap, bright ochrean exact match for the shade of her hairtrickling from the corner of her full, pouty mouth. Svá kunna! This cannot be Enchantments and lies, Thor muttered darkly, cold fire burning in his eyes. I feel their weight upon me. I will be a slave no more! His last word was punctuated by a peal of thunder. As the god of thunder strode forward with murder in his heart, Enchantress found herself fixatedmesmerizedby his massive, granite-hard cock, ramrod straight and nearly a foot in length, with girth to match, bobbing with every purposeful step he took. Yggdrasil, she croaked, he carries the World Ash between his legs Towering above his quarry, Thor seized a handful of flaxen hair and yanked her to her wobbly feet. Still she could not look away from his wondrous organ. Are you really so fascinated by my cock? He grabbed his prodigious sex at the base and shook it for emphasis, and an involuntary groan of pleasure escaped the sorceress lips. So enthralled with this piece... of... meat shake, shake, shakethat you are willing to die merely for the sake of touching it? Mutely, and against her will, Enchantress nodded, tears streaming down her face. Thor leaned in close, tickling her ear with his next words. Did you think I would forget your special brand of treachery or the feel of your touch, brother? Robbed of speech, the vixens eyes widened comically. But Enough of this pretense, Loki! He shoved the hunter-turned-prey roughly against the wall. I know it is you. Syná fóstbrædralag! These last words reverberated through the air, bouncing off each other and lingering far longer than any sound should. The shaking, shaken form of Enchantress shimmered momentarily, then was replaced by a wild-eyed and bedraggled trickster god. The gauzy robe that had been so alluring on Enchantress looked comical on Lokis lithe, wiry body. This is impossible, Loki stammered, without conviction. Spilla vapnum, Thor replied, and the shimmering garment vanished in a flash of emerald fire. There, now we are on even footing. Well, as even as we can be, he added with something of a chuckle, glancing down at his stepbrothers exposed sex. Although not nearly as long or as thick as Thors, Lokis cock was equally as hard, and huge enough by any normal standardsperhaps nine inches altogether, with pendulous low-hanging balls. You lured me here under false pretenses, tried to take advantage of me in false guise. Do you truly suppose me to have forgotten the month I spent as your prisoner, fixed to the base of Yggdrasil by the cold, cold iron chains of the Frost Giants? A month of your expert hands and mouth and magic constantly tormenting me, bringing me again and again to the brink of ecstasy yet not once granting me that final release? Tell me, you fiend, you rampant cur, why I should not crush the life from your wretched body? In this place, you know I can. The wheels in Lokis mind spun furtively, futilely. He saw no way out. Please, my Lord, he sobbed, falling to his knees in utter despair. I do not deserve it, but please, spare me. Surely there is some way I can atone. Rise, brother, Thor boomed. I will not kill you this night. I have decided to forgive what you have done to me. Taken aback, Loki rose unsteadily. Why? Because, Thor said conspiratorily, I have determined a better way to exact my revenge. Without warning, the god of thunders hamfist plunged into Lokis solar plexus, dropping him to his knees in a gasping, coughing fit. Even now, you cannot remove your gaze from my cock, so to begin, you will take the measure of my manhoodfirst with your mouth, and then he left the threat/promise trailing seductively.