Thor Ao3 Novels & Stories

Third Person POV Alpha Theodore Claude Thornton was the richest werewolf in the world, and he held it in the palm of his hand. He and the President of the vast United Nations of Transcendent Lotharios were buddies. Therefore, the President answered his every call and whim. Alpha Thornton shared a massive estate with his mate, to whom he was married to, Mrs. Christen Thornton. She was tall, medium built, with hazel eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. She also had short blonde hair.

Lowering his body down my bare breasts, I felt his finger slide into my pussy, and while I puffed out air and moaned in pain, Alpha Thorien caught my nipple with his teeth chewing at it as he moved more fingers in. This time, my lips tore open and I almost screamed my lungs out. "Don't you dare put that in, Thorien!" Weakly I turned my head, my blurry eyes picked someone in a matching panties and bra, standing next to the bed. "Alpha!" Right there, ignoring that there's someone, who by that tone seemed furious, Alpha Thorien sent me down the bottom of the deep sea when he thrust into my pussy, sending my womb up my throat. "I won't let you degrade me like this, Thorien! I want out of this fr

Instead, I see Thorran, sitting on the foot of my bed. He jumps up, eyes immediately finding I'm not in the most presentable position, simply standing in a towel, hair dripping water down my neck. He turns away in an instant, shielding his eyes in order to be polite. I pause, ensure of what to do, or how to react. I simply stand there, completely indecent in an Alpha's presence."

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

Ardolf sidestepped the attack, his knife flashing out and striking Thor in his right arm deeply. Thor stumbled backwards, howling in pain. And then, he was on the ground, his body twitching and convulsing. Ardolf stood over him, his knife at the ready. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As Ardolf was about piercing the knife through Thor’s heart, Athena stopped him. ‘’Stop! Ardolf, please dont, we have enough killing for today already’’. Athena said.

Fancy handwriting on expensive paper. "To educate you on your new archetype." What the hell? I looked at all the books again. And it hit me. These were all stories about girls who got taken. Girls who fell for their captors. Beauty trapped in the Beast's castle. Jane Eyre with creepy Rochester. Christine with the Phantom. He thinks I'm going to fall in love with him. He actually thinks this is some kind of love story. "You're insane!" I yelled throwing the book across the floor. "I'm not a character in your sick fantasy!"

Ellthan growled, jabbing his manhood deeply as he lifted Aiora's body into his lap then sat down in his oversized chair with Aiora on his lap. Aiora this crazy little sigh is indeed intoxicating. Ellthan has always managed to make him feel satisfied. Aiora closed her eyes and rested her head on Ellthan's broad chest while feeling a warm surge within her body. His breath was hurrying to feel the sensation of Ellthan's masculinity that was still embedded in his body.

The sweet scent of her arousal drove him wild. Unexpectedly, he threw her upward, and her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. ‘STOP!!!’ Thor screamed, pushing past his barrier as the life of his Luna flashed before him. author's note: Chapter 3 will be the last on this story. The next is on a doctor and patient fetish. Imagine your crush being your gynecologist. You've fantasized about stripping before him, spreading those sexy slutty thighs, and showing him how good you are with instructions. Years later, he turns out to be your doctor, and he gives you one simple command: open your legs.

That did not add up. Could it be...? Holly's thoughts raced. She coughed lightly, her gaze softening with a hint of sympathy. If it was an issue with... that. No big deal, Yoel was kind to her. As husband and wife, they should be understanding towards each other. Yoel seemed to catch on to Holly's train of thought. He clenched his jaw. With a quiet sigh, he removed his glasses and quickly pulled Holly into a warm embrace. Yoel's eyes, dark and deep beneath his glasses, were the kind that could captivate even in the dark. The teardrop mole just below his right eye added a mysterious charm to his otherwise refined and serious face.

She grabs the giant by his collar, pulling him down for another loud, messy kiss right in front of us, before dragging him down the hall toward another room. Once they are out of earshot, Arlo exhales shakily. "That was...intense. I think that guy is the Thor Awakener. The God of Thunder." I watch their retreating backs, a sudden memory unlocking in my brain. Right. The Plot. This world is rigged for a 'Gary Stu' protagonist. The script is painfully simple: every strong man here will eventually die as a stepping stone, and every pretty woman—including our taken Succubus—will be magically brainwashed into his harem.