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Darcy struggled against the silk scarves binding her to a steel examination table as large as a California king mattress. Her wrists were tied together and to the bar above her head, her ankles to the bar at the foot, stretching her body near taut while allowing her shoulders to rest against the thick feather bedding shielding her from smooth metal.
'Small mercies,' she thought wryly. She assessed the situation in which she found herself:
Aliens, also known as olde timey gods, apparently touched down in New Mexico, as well as several other states and countries.
Said alien-gods declared their visit to be a regular occurrence every 127 years.
The purpose of their drop-in wasn't entirely clear, but from what Darcy had gleaned, the godliens thought humans were just adorable little things that made lovely souvenirs. When they came across a person that they fancied, *yoink* that person was "blessed" then "invited" (kidnapped) to await transport to a different realm.
Darcy apparently served coffee to some bigwig spaceman and was a little too enjoyable in her witty banter and flirting.
So... here she is, in a futuristic medical room, tied down after her repeated 'walk-don't-run' escape attempts ceased to be amusing to Tall, Blonde and Godly.
Darcy wasn't even supposed to be WORKING today. Stupid Arlene, on stupid definitely-on-earth Hawaii vacation.
Thor strode into the room like he owned it (and he probably did), dressed down from his princely vacationing get-up and cape to a very Earthly GQ look. The light grey fitted suit and vest made his eyes seem to glow an ocean blue as he happily smiled at Darcy while he moved closer to her. Darcy kept her silence, unwilling to invite more surprises to her day.
"Ah! There you are, little one. I momentarily forgot where I had placed you. I know this is not the most cordial setting, but you must admit, you are not making this transition as graciously as you should. Since you needed to be assessed and verified as fit to be in my company anyways, I thought it best you collect yourself here, out of view. I much prefer the comfort of my quarters, but I understand you may still need some time to adjust."
Darcy could not resist reacting to his words, balking incredulously before squeaking out, "It's only been two hours!"
Thor chuckled in a distracted manner, reading what resembled a medical chart on a nearby table. "Two hours, two days, two years will find you yet under my care. Time will not change your fate, little Darcy," Thor advised, calmly looking up from the paperwork. "Better to embrace this new life and all you are now afforded."
With that, Thor looked at her more fully, setting the papers back down. He stepped next to the table then put his massive hand on her upper thigh. Her one piece uniform skirt was pulled high due to her position, and his thumb grazed under the hem as he slowly stroked her skin. Darcy 'eeped' and was half a second away from panic when Thor leaned down to her, cheek to cheek, and spoke lowly in her ear.
"Darcy, hear me," he growled out. "I came down to you from the stars. I stole the power from the suns of many worlds. I am more than just a man. And I ...am here ...for you."
The weight of his words was unmistakable and the heat of his breath caused a shiver to run over her body.
Darcy's breath left her completely. The power that resonated from Thor at all times was palpable. To have so much laid out to her- Thor's place in the universe, Darcy's place in his wake, his desire for her, the unstoppable force he was- in so few words was jarring.
She felt intoxicated, foggy-headed as he caressed inside her thigh, then brushed his finger tips against the edge of her panties briefly. At this, Darcy sucked in the air she had forgotten about, twisting away and pulling at her restraints. As her struggled renewed, Thor huffed a quick laugh into the skin just below her ear before he began placing hot, open mouthed kisses there, moving slowly down her neck. His hand moved to cup the heat between her thighs, fingers continuing a deliberate movement from just above her cleft to push deep between her resistant legs and back again. Thor rubbed over the dampening cotton methodically, his mouth languidly kissing, sucking, gently biting Darcy's neck. Thor's free hand found the buttons fastening Darcy's uniform top and yanked sharply to the side, exposing her white cotton bra. Darcy's body was responding to Thor's touch, his fingers over her panties, massaging her sex expertly and steadily fueling the heat she couldn't stop from blooming.
“Oh, God, stop!” she cried out as she thrashed her body where she could, attempting to dislodge his hand and halt the momentum from gaining on her dubious control.
“I shall not,” he declared lowly against her neck, his contact with Darcy completely undeterred by her struggle. “I feel your heat, I feel your body tighten, your muscles tighten. I know your body. Has it ever sung before? Have you ever felt this before? We have but started and your thoughts swim, yes?”
Darcy couldn't deny she had never felt like this before, but she'd never been abducted by an alien prince, tied up on a space ship and played like a Stradivarius before, either, so she wouldn't concede completely.
“Please,” she begged instead, not entirely sure what she begged for.
“Ah, my little bird. You fear your freedom to be lost, but I assure you, you will only now begin to fly. That spark in you, that beautiful flame, I see it. I see you. You have power. We have found others like you over the millennia we have visited, and you are all so unfulfilled here. This world is not meant to contain you, Darcy. You. Are. More.”
Thor's hand had not stopped moving, his words hypnotic, his voice a baritone melody of sorts, soothing the alarm that gripped her. A choked groan escaped Darcy and she felt Thor smile against her skin.
He straightened up, standing over her and watching her intently. Her thighs had relaxed from the death-lock she attempted, and Thor's hand skimmed up further before slipping under her elastic waistband, fingers now stroking against her wet flesh. He rubbed tight circles over her clit with the midpoint of his fingers, his actual fingertips resting against the highest inch of her thigh, anchoring the underside of his finger joints directly over the bundle of nerves. The indirect pulsing caused Darcy to lose her focus, back bowing as much as possible. With a strangled moan, Darcy turned her face into her arm that remained tied over her head, eyes squeezed shut. She was getting desperate for release.
Feeling the change in her, Thor coated his middle finger with her slickness, then pushed the digit deep inside Darcy.
“Ah! Ooh- oh, god....” she cried out, grabbing the metal bar around which her silk restraint was tied. She rode his palm as much as possible, breath getting shallow and patience getting thin. It just... wasn't quite...
Thor pushed his ring finger inside of her as well, leaning over Darcy to watch her now struggle for more, and Thor began fingering her in earnest, hard. Darcy pushed against the bar above her, assuring that all the force, all of it, hit her pussy, brutally bringing her closer to an orgasm that felt like a tidal wave gathering. Thor continued, eyes intently watching her expression as Darcy's body wound tighter and tighter, still bound to the table, knuckles white. The moment her frame tensed and went rigid, a strangled yell escaping her mouth when her orgasm washed over her, his hand began to slow, until his fingers remained seated within her and his palm was firm against her clit. Darcy rocked her hips purposefully off the table, teasing out the aftershocks shuddering through body, riding the steady heel of Thor's hand as he gently, slowly crooked his fingers inside her. Darcy groaned loudly, again undulating her hips to thoroughly entrench the heat from her climax into her bones.
Eventually, the haze lifted, and Darcy cautiously met Thor's eyes as he removed his hand from her underwear. The tension that had seeped out of Darcy's muscles seemed to be radiating from him now. Thor grabbed something sharp from a desk in the corner, not allowing her time to react before he started cutting the clothes off of her body.
“As I said, my sweet, lovely Darcy, we have only yet begun.”