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When the Vikings invaded the island of the Anglo-Saxons, one of the many ways that they sought control over their new subjects was by gathering things to sacrifice to their gods. By far one of the most popular things to gather was young ladies. Mary was the daughter of a local lord and widely renown for her beauty. When the Vikings found out that she was a maiden as well, yet untouched by a man, they knew that she would be the perfect sacrifice. They snatched her away and boarded her on a ship for their homeland. As fiery as she was, even Mary couldn't escape her fate.

Originally, she was supposed to be a sacrifice for Odin, king of their gods, but with how stubborn and willful she was, the Vikings decided that she would be a better fit for Thor. He was the type of god who could appreciate a stubborn woman. Thus, she was prepared for sacrifice.

She was told that Thor would come to her in the temple dedicated to him and would take her to Asgard where she would be one of his concubines. The priestesses of the temple were tasked with making her presentable to him. This involved stripping Mary naked, bathing her and washing her hair. They rubbed her body with oils before she was led, still naked, to the altar in the temple where she would be laid out for presentation to the god. To assure that she wouldn't try to run away, Mary was bound hand and foot with rope and tied to the stone altar. They surrounded her with other gifts for their god, including various fruits and meats, gold jewelry, mead, wine, and the same precious oil that had been rubbed onto to Mary's body. After the priestesses said their prayer to Thor, they left and the temple was dark and silent, lit only by the candles that flanked the altar.

Never let it be said that Mary was the type to go quietly. She made an effort to struggle against her restraints, but it was to no avail. She could not reach the knots that kept her bound. Outside, it started to rain, quietly at first before steadily increasing. A flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by the low rumble of thunder. As the lighting came more quickly and the thunder grew louder, Mary stopped struggling and laid back against the cool stone of the altar, her dark hair fanned out beneath her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she awaited her fate.

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The bright light of the Bifrost was almost blinding as it filled the temple, a humanoid shape a blurry shadow in the center of it before the light died down. Standing there in all his glory was Thor, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, God of Thunder. Of course "all his glory" meant "mildly annoyed" in this instance.

"Another sacrifice? Honestly I keep telling them... I DON'T WANT ANY!" Thor said, shouting out into the village, though he doubted his voice would be heard over the sound of the storm. Really it was flattering but a huge misunderstanding. "Why can't they just leave me the sacrifices of mead? And why virgin sacrifices? Why can't one time they find a cougar who knows what she's doing and is all hot-to-trot?"

Of course sometimes the young women were happy to be a sacrifice but the entire thing was all a bit suspect and he wished that they would stop doing it. He paused to look at her only to really notice for the first time that she was bound, hand and foot.

"Tied up? You must have been rather difficult. Good for you," he said, moving over to grab the ropes at her hands to pull at the before they snapped. A moment later he tossed his cloak on her to help her cover her modesty.

When Thor came thundering into the temple angry, Mary started shaking. She had been afraid before and was trying not to show it. Now, to hear him ranting, Mary was terrified. She might have been able to blame her trembling on the draft in the temple, but there was no way she could do that now.

Thor was an intimidating god, huge and muscular with a hammer that looked like it could smash her to bits. When he moved to untie her, Mary shut her eyes, afraid that he was about to end her. If he didn’t want her then what would happen to her? There was no going back home. The Vikings would kill her.

Once her wrists and ankles were unbound, Mary graciously wrapped his cloak around herself, even though her body still shook with fear.

“Please,” she begged, “don’t hurt me. I-I do not know what I can give you, but I will give you anything you desire if you will spare my life.”

"Hurt you?" Thor asked, picking up one of the pieces of meat and tearing a chunk of flesh off while he chewed, walking around and looking at the rest of the offerings. They were nice, of course, and he appreciated them but it was hard not to notice the woman.

She was stunning, so incredibly beautiful that he couldn't help but stare and almost regret that he gave her the cloak but she had looked very, very good with it off. Though apparently she had a very odd misunderstanding of what her purpose was here.

"Why would I harm you? Do you think that's the sort of sacrifice you were supposed to be? They left you here to have sex with me. Oh, I'm Thor by the way," he said, setting the piece of meat down and wiping his hand on one of the tapestries that were gifted to him before he extended it out to her. "What's your name?"

Mary stared at him, her eyes wide in awe. "Y-You said that you did not want me," Mary stammered. "What else would happen to me but death?" The Vikings would certainly kill her rather than let her go.

She looked at his hand for a moment before placing hers in it. Her family would not want her to be afraid, even in a situation like this. They would want her to carry herself with all the honor of a young lady befitting her station. Mary sat up, drawing herself up to her full height as much as she could.

"My name is Lady Mary Crawley, daughter of the Earl of Grantham."

"Well, that was before I got a good look at you," Thor said, giving her a very suggestive look. She was beautiful and beneath his cloak he could see a very nice pair of tits, especially when she stood up.

"Oh, right, titles. Thor, Son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, God of Thunder. It's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Lady Mary Crawley and all the rest of that stuff," Thor said, bowing a bit before waving a hand dismissively. "Would you like something to eat? Feel free to take any of it you want. One question though, are you really a virgin? Everyone always says they are, but..."

She was glad that he apparently wasn't going to kill her, though now she knew that he definitely wanted to sleep with her. While she was still scared, it certainly could be worse. Thor was undeniably handsome.

Mary felt her cheeks redden at his question. There was really no sense lying to him. "I have not had intercourse with a man, though I have kissed men... and we have used our hands and mouths on each other."

Since she was not married, her beauty had drawn plenty of suitors. Some of them had awakened her own passions and they had been able to steal a moment alone together. Mary never had intercourse with them, as she wanted no fear of the possibility of a bastard child.

“Oral sex, excellent for you. I love going down on a woman. Several hundred years of having sex and I never get tired of it. Not several hundred years continuously of course. The longest I ever spent between a woman’s legs was... three days?” Thor said, almost absently as he pulled out another bottle of alcohol, this time handing it to Mary. Maybe she would be able to relax a little if she had something to drink. Thor gave her another once over, just as pleased this time as when he first checked her out.

“I bet you taste fantastic, don’t you Lady Mary Crawley?”

Now she was definitely blushing. Mary even gasped at his terribly frank language. Were the Vikings so uncouth or was it just their gods? “I wouldn’t know how I would taste...” she said, unsure of what else to say.

The alcohol was gratefully accepted though. Mary took a long swig of what seemed to be ale while trying to still keep Thor’s cloak up around her body. “Thank you, my Lord,” she told him before handing the bottle back to him. “Do you wish for us to continue here or in Asgard?” She felt ready enough to do what was expected of her.

"Hmmmm? Oh, yes, of course," Thor said, realizing that she was perfectly willing to give herself up to him. That was very nice of her but she seemed so matter of fact about it and that wasn't very fun. He wanted her to be very into it. If she was just resigned to it that was terribly boring for him.

"I'll tell you want," he said, flashing her a smile as he leaned in a bit closer. "Why don't you let me find out how you taste? And if you're not more... excited about the prospect of things then we'll just finish up and go. But if you think you might end up enjoying it after that... we can return to Asgard and take our time."

Mary knew that he could not let her go. That would mean certain death, as the Vikings had no intention of letting her go back home. She sighed, still blushing at his blunt offer, but knowing that going with him to Asgard was her only option to stay alive. Now was the time to be tough. Thor obviously wanted her, and Mary already knew that she could be enticing.

Slowly, she let his cloak slide down her body until it pooled on the floor at her feet. "I accept your deal," she said, giving him a seductive look.

"Mmmmm, good. Because you look very enticing," Thor said, stepping closer to press a kiss on her lips. It wasn't forceful or greedy, probably softer than she would have expected. It was deep though, promising that he knew what he was about and more than just the brute his nature might suggest. His tongue teased her lips while his hands settled on her hips, calloused skin brushing along her seemingly impossibly smooth body. Thor wanted her, he wanted her badly and he could hardly constrain himself. He fully intended to take his time with her and shower her just how a god could pleasure her.

She inhaled deeply before he kissed her. She was surprised by the gentleness of it and it wasn't long before she found herself kissing him back, opening her lips against his. His hands felt a bit rough on her body, but he held her securely. Mary moved closer into his embrace, placing one of her hands on the armor that covered his chest.

"You're quite handsome, my Lord," she said. It was the truth, rather than any sort of attempt at flattery.

"It's very nice you to notice," he said, smiling as his mouth trailed along her jaw and up to her ear, nibbling a bit before he began to kiss down her neck. She said she had some experience but he wondered how limited it was because of the way a lot of Midgardians viewed sex. For example, he wondered if anyone had marked her before, marked her like he was as he sucked and nibbled at her neck.

Meanwhile his hands moved away from her as he began to remove his clothing, armor falling to the floor with the heavy thud before he couldn't resist touching her body any longer. Large hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them a bit as he growled at how good she felt in his hands.

Mary should have known that being with a god would be intense. She let out a soft moan as he sucked at her neck, then grabbed at her breasts. Thor wasn't exactly rough, but he was insistent, and not shy at all.

She watched as his armor fell to the floor, then gazed at his chest, amazed to see a man so muscled. Not even the warriors back home had such bodies. Mary felt a stirring in her stomach and a bit lower. She knew that when Thor made his way between her legs, he would find her wet for him.

"Are you the sort who prefers to lie back... or do you want to ride my face?" Thor asked, his mouth moving lower to the top of her chest. He began to almost lazily kiss and suck along them, purposely avoiding her nipples as he got her more and more aroused until finally his lips wrapped around one and he sucked at it, teeth grazing it slightly.

His own arousal was evident through his pants as well but he was ignoring it for the moment in favor of pleasuring her. Confident enough in his own abilities he was sure that he could get her interested in more than just this.

"I..." She was distracted by the sensation of his kisses across her chest. Though he avoided her nipples, they still turned to hard peaks, aching for his attention. When he finally started sucking on one, Mary moaned again, this time more loudly than the last.

"I... probably ought to lie back," she finally said. Truthfully, she liked to feel worshiped when men did this to her, though she felt too overwhelmed at the moment to make any requests.

Her fingers ran through his hair as she gazed down his body, noticing the erection and wondering how big a god would be in comparison to a regular man.

“However you’d like,” Thor answered, shifting forward as she leaned back. He bit her nipple this time, light to see what sort of reaction she would have before he began sucking on her breast again, leaning a mark there to match the one in her neck.

He began kissing lower then, along her flat stomach and down the side of one her hips and along her leg. Mid thigh his kisses moved from the outside of her leg to the inner part as he made his way back up. Teasing her entrance just as he had her nipple Thor pressed kisses to either sides of her entrance before taking a long, slow lick up inside her.

“Mmmm, I was right. You do taste incredible.”

He could leave whatever marks he wanted on her and Mary didn't mind. For all intents and purposes, she was his now anyway.

"Oh..." Mary leaned back against the stone altar as Thor got down on his knees in front of her. She rested her elbows back as she watched him, transfixed. His tongue parted her folds and Mary felt herself trembling. Her legs involuntarily shifted wider for him, allowing him access to whatever he wished. She wouldn't deny him, and not just because he was a god who held her life in his hands. What he was doing to her felt incredible.

Thor hummed in appreciation at the way her legs spread for him, his hands on her hips gripping her more firmly to keep her there. It didn't seem like she was one to run away from this but he wanted it clear that she was to remain where she was as his tongue licked up inside of her. Thor was going to teach her what pleasure at the hands and mouth of a god was like.

His tongue swirled around inside of her, licking along her walls and inside of her, tasting and exploring all of her as he took his time to learn her body. He wanted to know what excited her and what got the best reactions, taking his sweet time before his tongue finally moved up to press against her clit. Flicking his tongue against it before circling the bundle of nerves he gave a groan of pleasure at getting to so thoroughly play with her.

One of her hands moved down to thread through Thor's hair. She gazed down her body at the way he was stimulating her, devouring her, finding herself unable to look away. While his tongue inside of her felt undeniably good, as soon as he moved to her clit, she felt a little jolt of pleasure go through her. It caused her to cry out softly and tighten her grip in his hair.

"Yes," she whispered, the word falling involuntarily from her lips. Her hips started to move back against his face.

Thor smirked against her folds at her reaction, knowing how much she was enjoying this, knowing how good he was making her feel. His tongue swirled around her clit before sliding back into her pussy, licking up inside of her before pulling back just a bit.

"Be louder," he ordered, voice muffled by her body. The order had been very firm though and there was no mistaking it for anything other than a command. Leaning in again he turned his attention back to her clit, flicking his tongue against it in an effort to drive her mad.

She definitely took it as a command, her eyes opening wider as she turned her gaze down towards him. Her moan was louder the second time as she tried to let her inhibitions go. Mary brought her thigh up to rest against the stone altar, opening herself widely for him.

"Please," she gasped, "right there..." His tongue on her clit was absolutely divine. It wouldn't take much more effort on his part before she fell apart around him.

Thor gave a bit of an approving grunt at how she'd gotten louder. He always appreciated it when his partners were expressive, almost to the point of being overly so. He rewarded her by keeping his tongue right where she had wanted it, working her clit over and over to drive her to madness with pleasure.

He was absolutely determined to make this the best oral sex she'd ever gotten, his ego demanding no less. He could already feel himself so hard he almost couldn't stand it and he knew full well that he was going to fuck her after this. He was going to absolutely use Mary until she couldn't take it anymore and then do it all over again tomorrow.

Her grip tightened in his hair and on the stone behind her. It only took a few more moments of Thor lapping at her clit before Mary's body stiffened and the pleasure exploded inside of her. Her loud cry echoed off the stone walls of the temple and Mary threw her head back. She had never had a man be so good at that before, so precise with his tongue.

Slumping slightly as she came down, Mary tried to recover her breath. She felt dizzy, little aftershocks of her orgasm still sizzling through her body.

Thor pulled back, looking at her with a rather smug expression at the intensity of her orgasm. He appreciated that she had been loud, letting herself go completely. Plus he was sure that as loud as she had been it was entirely possible that some of the vikings had heard her which only served to improve his reputation among them.

"I'll give you a moment to recover," he said, not bothering to hide the hungry look in his expression, eyes raking over her. "And then I'm going to fuck you."

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