Capítulo 18: T x CM
Thor hated being proven wrong. But, unfortunately, he'd grown far too much from his experiences over the past decade to be unable to admit it when he was. And as he watches the self-styled Captain Marvel pull herself out of the dirt yet again with an aching groan, he's got to admit… he was wrong about her.
"Again!"
"… The victory was mine, Lady Danvers. It would not do for you to push yourself too far in an impossible task. I am simply much stronger than you, and that is alright."
"N-No, fuck that! You got lucky; I demand a rematch!"
Even as she's speaking, her voice is leveling out. Thor will admit, the Midgardian woman's recovery time is admirable. But it's utterly meaningless when it comes to these duels of theirs. She can't win, and Thor is not the kind of man to let a woman's ego guide his movements. Not anymore, at least. He won't go easy on her, just because she is a lady.
Admittedly, his original test of Carol Danvers was clearly flawed, in hindsight. When they'd first met, it had been in a time of great inner turmoil for Thor. Not that said turmoil had really gone away in the few months since, but the point remained. They, those that remained of the Avengers and their allies, had been talking about going after Thanos.
Thor's first impression of Carol was that she was a strong woman, and very willful. He didn't mind that one bit, in fact, he'd always had a love for strong women. From his own mother Frigga, to Sif, to Lady Jane, to Valkyrie… strong women had been a part of Thor's life for as long as he could remember, and he held great respect in his heart for them.
However, there was strength and willfulness, and there was courage in the face of overwhelming power… and then there was over-confidence, arrogance, and pure unadulterated ego. Thor had been mistaken when he'd assumed Carol was demonstrating courage during their first encounter. Summoning Stormbreaker right beside her head had been intended to see just how strong her convictions were, and the unflinching response he'd received had certainly impressed him.
… He was not so impressed any longer. Carol Danvers, Captain Marvel, whatever you wanted to call her… she was not courageous when she refused to flinch at his action. It wasn't courage that kept her staring at him with such unwavering conviction. It was sheer, pig-headed stubbornness. It was the Midgardian woman thinking that she was stronger than him, more powerful than HIM.
Now, Thor had been proven wrong about plenty in life, but there were a few things that had held true, even throughout the last ten years of insanity. One was that he was a God, the God of Thunder, Lightning, and the Storm. The other was that he was the Strongest Avenger. Hulk didn't count, because half the time or more he was Bruce Banner, who was a puny mortal man. Thus, since you had to count Bruce and Hulk as the same person, you had to balance out the Hulk's strength with Bruce's weakness. Making Thor the strongest avenger.
However, ever since they'd gone and… dealt with Thanos (and delivering that final blow really hadn't been the absolution Thor was looking for, he had to be honest), Lady Danvers had been a bit of a thorn in his side. It started with her making comments about how easily she could have handled some of the fights that the Avengers had dealt with. Such as Loki and his Chitauri Army, or Ultron and his Robot Army.
She seemed convinced that if she'd been around for it, things would have been handled much faster. And then, she'd begun to poke Thor directly. One did not poke the King of Asgard like a bear, not even if that King was a King-In-Exile. When the self-styled Captain Marvel had begun to pick apart HIS great deeds in particular, talking about how she would have done things differently when faced with the Jotun or the Dark Elves or even his humiliating time as a gladiator fighter on Sakaar, Thor had done his best to laugh it off and gently tell her that she couldn't hope to have done better than him, given he was the strongest avenger.
That had been what sparked the first challenge from Carol and speaking of which… letting out a sigh as the blonde Midgardian woman in question stands across from him, glaring defiantly with her hands clenched into fists at her side, awaiting his response, Thor shakes his head.
"This has been our third bout in a row that I have proven the victor of, Lady Danvers. I would say at this point, it is clear that the difference in our strength has nothing to do with luck."
It really was getting a little ridiculous. Carol Danvers had quickly gone from a courageous, strong woman worthy of his respect, to an annoying gnat who refused to acknowledge his power, or even just leave him alone. Thor was getting a little fed up with it at this point, but he was also still trying to be at least passably diplomatic. He was supposed to be a King now, after all, even if he was effectively a King of Nowhere and No One…
"Don't call me that."
At his curious look, she expounds on what she means.
"Don't call me 'Lady Danvers'. For starters, I'm not nobility. Secondly, it makes me sound like some fragile flower that needs to be protected. Chivalry is inherently misogynistic and sexist. You can call me by my rank. Captain Danvers."
Thor will acknowledge she has at least some of a point. So, he inclines his head.
"Very well, Captain Danvers. All the same, I think at this point we have established that when it comes to facing off against me, you might as well be a fragile flower."
Carol bristles at that, the blonde glaring at him, before a sudden cocky grin is back on her face.
"Then you won't mind humoring me with a fourth. Unless you're afraid to lose, so-called God of Thunder."
Her taunting, mocking tone does not fail to get a reaction from him. Thor's jaw clenches, and he stares back at this impudent, arrogant Midgardian. He's… done playing nice. He's done playing altogether.
"Fine."
The instant he bites out his agreement, the Captain is upon him, bursting forward and swinging a closed fist directly towards his jaw in an attempt to end the duel in one single punch. Thor catches her fist in his hand of course, twisting her arm to the side and delivering a punch of his own directly into her abdomen, taking the breath from her lungs as she doubles over his fist. As she's trying to recover her breath, Thor leans in and whispers into her ear.
"Let me be clear, Captain Danvers. This will be our final bout. Let's call it 'all or nothing', as you Midgardians like to say."
He pulls back his fist and releases her wrist for good measure a moment later, letting the heroine stumble back, still on her feet, rather than delivering a series of blows that could and would have ended the fight right then and there. Carol is left coughing and hacking for a moment before she once again recovers, straightening up, only to find Thor standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, not even bothering to take this or her seriously any longer.
Gritting her teeth, the arrogant woman launches herself forward at him once more, ever the brawler. Despite his earlier thought about being 'done playing', Thor does spend the next several minutes doing exactly that. He's barely even fighting back, though he does deliver a few punishing blows here and there like the first one, to remind Carol of the difference in their strengths.
All or nothing indeed… this is ridiculous. And utterly pointless. Fighting this woman will not bring back his brother, or his father and mother, or his friends and people. Beating her again and again will not make Thor feel better about being so damn late to save everyone who ever mattered to him, again and again and again.
And yet, as Carol fights with increasing desperation, pulling out all of the stops to try and defeat him, even throwing around her photon blasts to little effect, Thor finds something else welling up deep inside of him. It's not satisfaction, nor contentment, nor happiness… but it could be. When Carol brings out her trump card, Thor isn't even surprised.
It had gone unspoken, but still been understood between the two of them that they wouldn't do anything truly lethal to the other. As the Captain enters what Thor has heard referred to as 'Binary Mode', it's clear that all bets are off. Probably his fault for declaring this 'all or nothing', but ah well… it's not like he has cause to be worried.
Calling Stormbreaker to his hand is the work of a moment. Suffusing himself with lightning, filling himself with the power of his element, Thor just smiles at Carol, cocking an eyebrow over a glowing, lightning-white eye, as if to ask her if she's going to make a move or not. When the powerful woman launches forward, Thor is there to meet her… with the flat of Stormbreaker.
It is the ultimate disrespect, the way he swings his axe so that it's the flat of the lightning-infused weapon that slams into the side of her head. The Midgardian Captain might be stronger and faster in Binary Mode… but she's not stronger and faster than Lightning itself, and that is Thor's Domain.
What follows is a smack down. Even with Carol pulling out all the stops, Thor wins, because of course he does. HE is the strongest avenger; HE is the King of Asgard. HE is the God of Thunder… and it's far past time that this Midgardian BITCH recognizes that. As Captain Marvel's trump card flickers out, her Binary Mode coming to an end, leaving the woman exhausted before him as he pins her to the ground, Thor smiles. It's not a nice smile, but she's too busy gritting her teeth and grabbing at his thick wrist to notice.
"Get… g-get off me."
Rather than following her command, Thor leans into it a little more, even as he tosses Stormbreaker away.
"It is my win, Captain Danvers. And now, I think it is high time you received a lesson in humility."
Lightning dancing across his fingers even now, Thor reaches out, grabs Carol's costume by it's collar, and proceeds to rip it away, tearing down the front of her body. For the first time, the blonde sounds less than strong, less than confident, less than arrogant as she positively squeals at the sudden exposure. Her body… is nothing to write home about, but Thor imagines it to be on the positive side of the spectrum when it comes to Midgardian Beauty. She'd have nothing on Lady Sif or Valkyrie for instance, but not everyone can be Asgardian Perfection.
"What the fuck?! The fuck do you think you're doing?! Get off-!"
SMACK!
In the midst of her screeching, Thor backhands Carol across the face, silencing her, momentarily. He considers kissing her then to silence her even more, quite certain that she can't even hope to bite through his tongue, but in the end, Thor decides against that. Instead, he will move directly to teaching this bitch the lesson he has in mind.
Holding her by the throat with one hand, forcing her legs up into the air with his body and locking her in place with ease, Thor brings his other hand down between her thighs, clapping his palm over her cunt. She's only slightly moist, as she screams expletives at him and struggles ineffectually to break free of his grasp. So, Thor shoves three fingers up into her cunt and begins to go to work.
Sawing the digits in and out of Carol, he watches as her face contorts. Anger is predominant, at least at first, accompanied by fury and rage in equal measure. But no matter how mad she is at what he's doing, her efforts to break his hold on her are for not. He is stronger than her, there's absolutely no doubt about that now. After all, if she was anywhere close to his equal, then he wouldn't be able to have his way with her like this.
Ah, but as much as this is to be a demonstration of her inadequacy, it's also meant to be more. He's going to show her that there's absolutely nothing wrong with being a Lady when a King is involved. Driving his digits into her twat again and again, Thor's not-so-nice smile begins to grow as he quickly sees results.
Despite her struggling, despite her reluctance… it's not long before the long-haired blonde is squeaking and even moaning from what his fingers are doing to her cunt. Her cunt, which is proving to be incredibly responsive to the rough treatment he's delivering unto her. In no time at all, the so-called Captain Marvel goes from merely moist to sopping wet. His fingers begin to squelch as they go in and out of her increasingly sloppy cunt, to the point that even Thor raises an eyebrow as he looks down at her flustered, bright red face.
"Ah… so that's the kind of woman you are."
As Carol sputters and tries to deny it beneath him, Thor is ignoring her, removing his fingers from her cunt, and instead moving them to his pants instead. He's been around for a long, long time… and he's been all throughout the Nine Realms in that time. Despite it being his friend Fandral (may he rest in peace) who had been known as the philandering womanizer, Thor had bedded his fair share of women from all of the Nine Realms as well.
Which was why he knew not all women were the same. They came in all different shapes and sizes and colors, but beyond physically, they also came in all different shades of personality. For instance, Lady Jane was the kind of girl who liked to be pampered and treated well. She was a great thinker, and at the end of the day she just wanted to leave the thinking to the side and melt into Thor's massages and bubble baths, and the sweet, slow lovemaking he'd performed upon her.
Lady Sif, on the other hand, was at the opposite end of the spectrum, not that anyone knew about it. Certainly, they would never have heard about it from Thor. The warrior woman had fought for far too many years to be viewed as a capable fighter among the denizens of Asgard for him to ruin any of it for her. But it didn't change the fact that Sif had come to him once in a while for a certain sort of no-holds-barred, rough sex.
As much of a warrior as Sif was, she was also a woman, and when a woman spends all of that time fighting, they go one of two ways when it comes to sex. Either they take their conquering ways into the bedroom as well, like Thor imagined his sister Hela would have done if she ever even had a lover, or they wanted the exact opposite, to be dominated and conquered, which was what Lady Sif had wanted of him time and time again over the centuries they'd spent in each other's company.
Having finger blasted Danvers almost all the way to orgasm, Thor can say without a doubt in his mind now that she's in deep denial, and more akin to Lady Sif then his sister, almost certainly. So, with that in mind, he frees his cock from its confines, lifts himself up to his full height, pins Carol to the ground by forcing all of her weight onto her neck and shoulders, and then slams his cock home into her hungry, sopping wet twat without a single ounce more of fanfare.
"B-Bastard, get off me, get off- no, wai-AIIIIEEEEE!!!"
The blonde Midgardian woman has all of a moment to realize what he's about to do before it's happening, and then Thor is buried inside of her slick cunt and filling her to the brim with his Asgardian cock, and her feminine scream is music to his ears, only further confirming what he already suspected as her hips buck against his penetration and she immediately orgasms around his cock.
Chuckling darkly, Thor holds the would-be heroine by the ankles as he begins to fuck her, slowly at first, but picking up steam with every thrust.
"You are puny and tiny, Captain. It is far time that someone show you what happens when you get in over your head. I suppose as the latest and likely last King of Asgard, it is up to me to make sure those of lesser races such as yourself learn the price and folly of hubris."
"You-oh! Fucking-a-ah! GOD DAMNIIIIIT!!!"
Thor slams home into her cunt again and again, even as Carol tries and fails to recover even a semblance of her dignity and pride. The blonde attempts to speak up, likely to censure him, over and over, but Thor's piledriving thrusts down into her sopping wet twat break her concentration and drive her to distraction over and over again. Her voice is soon occupied with nothing more than squeals, moans, and shrieks as her eyes cross and her lips form into a pouty little o-shape.
He's not even leveraging his full strength against her right now, but the humiliating position he's put her in is keeping her pinned down, and it seems the pleasure that's now assaulting her senses is slowly driving the heroine to utter ecstasy, stripping away every ounce of resistance she had. So, he keeps fucking her, keeps slamming home into her cunt as she cums around his cock again and again.
Still, just because her body has learned to submit does not mean her mind is ready. With a grunt and some serious willpower, Thor slows down and ultimately comes to a stop entirely, reaching down and grabbing Carol by the hair, forcing her to look up into his sparking eyes, a God deigning to lay with a mortal woman in every sense of the word.
"W-Why… why d-did you stop?"
She sounds so lost, so vulnerable, so… confused. Smirking a little, Thor grips tightly at her blonde locks and makes sure she's definitely looking right at him as he speaks.
"Did you want me to continue?"
She hesitates briefly, and he prepares to keep on putting her in her place, before finally she jerkily nods. Thor's smirk grows wider still as he drops his grip on her hair, letting her head fall back to the ground and once more grabbing hold of her by the legs as he folds her body in over itself, keeping her pinned in the utterly humiliating and degrading pose beneath him.
"Then beg. Beg me to keep fucking you. Beg me to put you in your place, whore."
He was, admittedly, copying a fair bit from the playbook that he'd developed with Sif. Obviously, a proud warrior woman like the Lady Sif wasn't just going to walk up to the Prince of Asgard and ask him to dominate her and fuck her silly, especially not after she'd spent so many decades training and earning his respect as a fighter first and foremost.
But she's given the signs all the same, and in the end, it'd only taken one mead-heavy night for them to have an encounter where she initiated what Thor had found out the Midgardians termed 'hate sex'. Only with time had come the understanding that Sif wanted Thor to rise to her bait and truly put her in her place.
Now though, now he was much older, much wiser… and King of Asgard besides. There was no need to experiment or take the time to learn all the little quirks that made Carol Danvers tick. The self-styled Captain Marvel would bend, or she would break. For the moment, she was bending quite beautifully.
"P-Please… please, keep f-fucking me… p-put me in my place…"
Thor grunts, pulling his cock halfway out of Carol's cunt and causing the long-haired blonde to panic.
"W-Wait! Put t-this worthless whore in her place, I'm begging you!"
He pauses… and then laughs as he slams back home into her twat again. Her own self-degradation and humiliation, combined with the feeling of his cock stretching out her insides all the way to her cervix is enough to send Carol over the edge again, the so-called heroine squealing like a slut as she cums all over his cock for the umpteenth time, her eyes positively ROLLING in her head.
Sneering down at her, Thor fucks her harder and faster, while calling her all kinds of names along the way. Slut. Whore. Bitch. Trash. Carol responds to each with noises in the affirmative, when she's not outright agreeing with him and screaming 'Yes, yes, YES!' or 'More, fuck me MORE you bastard!' at the top of her lungs.
With a somewhat satisfied grunt, Thor slams home into the Midgardian woman one last time and delivers a load of his essence directly into her womb. Carol responds with the most ridiculous expression he's ever seen on a lover's face. Not even Lady Sif was so… reprehensible in the throes of orgasm, but to be fair, Sif was an Asgardian Warrior. Danvers is only human, as the Midgardians like to say.
Regardless, Thor is not done. Pulling out of Carol's creampied twat, he straightens up for a moment as he lets her legs and the rest of her body flop down to the ground finally, taking in the splayed form of the woman for all of a moment before reaching down and grabbing her by her blonde locks. Dragging Carol to her knees by way of her long hair is more than enough to bring the bitch back to the land of the cognizant and comprehending. Slapping his messy cock across her face is probably a fairly good way of doing so as well.
Going cross-eyed at first trying to take in his meaty member, Carol then looks up at him from around his cock, blinking slowly, almost lazily.
"We've established what you are by now, cunt. You are a whore, a slut, a bitch desperate for a real man's cock. Aren't you?"
He doesn't even have to ask twice or tug on her hair. Carol bites her lower lip, but in the end answers quietly in the affirmative.
"Y-Yes…"
Smiling down at her, though once again it's not a kind of affectionate smile that graces the King of Asgard's face, Thor tightens his grip on her hair anyways, drawing a gasp from her lips.
"Now we will establish what I am to you. Or rather, I will talk… you will be busy putting that mouth of yours to proper use, trash."
She opens her mouth to respond, only to think better of it, averting her gaze submissively as she shuts up. When Thor presses the head of his messy cock against her soft lips however, she opens up again, allowing him to slide forward, stretching her jaw wide as his massive Asgardian member fills her tiny Midgardian mouth to the brim and then some. Her teeth graze across his length, but it's as Thor thought before in regard to his tongue… she can't positively hurt him.
Dragging Carol down the length of his cock until he reaches the back of her throat and she chokes for the first time; Thor forces her head back so she's looking him in the eye again and speaks.
"I am the King of Asgard."
And then he forces his cock down the back of her throat, and her further down his member.
"Huuuggghlk!!!"
"I am the God of Thunder."
Again.
"Gluggghk!!!"
"Of Lightning."
Again.
"Gaaaaggggkh!!"
"And the Storm."
Reaching out with his other hand, Thor takes hold of Carol's head with both, and begins to drive his way in and out of her throat, full on skull fucking her right then and there as she kneels before him, helpless and completely submissive.
"GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!"
"I am as to you, as you are to an ant. You should be content to have even caught my eye, you worthless slut. You are nothing, but I… I have deigned to give you my attention anyways, to show you that there are beings far more powerful than you, so that you may learn."
"GLUGHK! GLUGHK! GLUGHK!"
"From this day forth, I am your King and God! From this day forth, you worship Thor, God of Thunder, above all others!"
As his words echo throughout the empty grassy plain far from civilization that they'd come to in order to be able to duel without collateral damage, Carol continues to choke and gag and gurgle around his thrusting member. But he's also well aware of how she's touching herself down betwixt her thighs, and he can see the wide-eyed submission brimming in her eyes as she stares up at him in awe and reverence.
This is… something of a bastardized claiming of a champion. It's been a long time since Thor did something like this… as far back as his and his brother's last trips to Midgard when they were far younger. Of course, when Thor blessed the Vikings and such who worshipped him and Asgard as their Gods, it was usually males he blessed, and it didn't ever involve this sort of thing.
Which was what made this bastardized. But that didn't make it any less real, and as Thor lets go of his hold on Carol's hair and head, as he ceases skull-fucking her on his cock… he smiles as she continues the movements all on her own, almost fervent in her desire to show her devotion, her adoration, her… worship.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Bobbing up and down on his cock, forcing her head forward to take as much of his length down her bulging, flexing throat as she possibly can, Carol's eyes remain fixed on his face, reverence shining in them, even as she continues to play with her cunt down below, practically fisting herself in worship to him at this point, while using her tongue, mouth, and throat to worship his member directly.
Planting his hands on his hips, Thor allows himself a satisfied smile as he nods down at the whorish would-be heroine approvingly.
"Good. Very good."
His praise, as meager and faint as it truly is, spurs Carol on even further. The blonde has given up all pretenses now. No longer is she reluctant or fighting back. She is well and truly submitting to him with all her heart, kneeling there at his feet, naked as the day she was born, deep-throating his cock, and worshipping him like some of the priestesses of old.
Feeling the connection forming between them, Thor lets it happen. While it's true that making Carol his 'champion' will give her some small measure of his power to wield against her foes, the bond that he gets with her as a result is much more one-sided in his favor. She becomes his, effectively bound to him as his woman, his servant, his worshipper for the rest of her life.
Bringing his hands back down, crackling with lightning, he runs them almost gently through Carol's hair as she continues to slam herself down on his cock, as she continues to choke herself on his majestic Asgardian member. After a moment, he tightens his grip up once more, and pulls her down to the base of his cock, forcing the entirety of his length down her esophagus and into her gullet as he begins to cum.
No warning, no time given to prepare. A whorish little slut doesn't deserve such things, and Thor fully intends to start off their new relationship right… with a reminder to Carol that she is worth less than the dirt on the bottom of his boot. With a grunt, Thor cums, and with a choked gurgle, Carol mostly fails to handle his load.
She makes a belated try for swallowing his seed, but she's already choking by the time she even thinks to. His cum comes out of the nostrils of her nose, no doubt burning on its way, and it spills from the sides of her overflowing, stuffed mouth. The self-styled Captain Marvel is left looking like an utter mess by the time Thor is done with her and pulls back, letting her pop off of his cock.
Dazed and kneeling there before him, there's nevertheless nothing but worship and reverence in those glazed-over eyes of hers. And yet… even now, Thor is not finished.
"Prostrate yourself before me, cunt. Bow before your God."
Carol's body moves on its own, a side effect of the bond they now share. As he'd mentioned before, it truly was incredibly one-sided in his favor. For the power that he'd gifted her, part of him now resided within her… which made it incredibly difficult for her to ignore his edicts and dictates, and all but impossible for her to refuse a direct command, especially when she was willing in the first place.
So, the good Captain ends up with her face pressed down to the ground before him, her ass slightly in the air. Moving around to behind her, Thor reaches down and grabs her by her hips, yanking her ass much further into the air before spreading her cheeks to reveal her last unclaimed hole. It'd taken quite a long time for Lady Sif to prompt him to fuck her back door, but when he finally had, they'd quickly discovered that the Asgardian woman loved getting butt-fucked even more than she loved normal coitus.
Something told Thor that Carol would turn out the same way, though he can tell from her trembling body as he fits the head of his saliva-coated cock against her sphincter that she's nervous and fearful of the idea at the moment. But this isn't about what she wants… this is about serving her new God. And so, without another word to his newest disciple, Thor thrusts forward. He encounters some resistance, certainly more resistance than her sopping wet cunt provided on his first thrust.
Carol lets out a low, keening wail beneath him, even as Thor pulls back, only to thrust in again, deeper this time. He does this again and again, slamming home into Carol's back door with the same force and ferocity he delivered to her twat. Ah, but there's something missing… that's right, the self-abasement of his newest follower.
Reaching out, Thor grabs Carol by her blonde hair and positively yanks her head back on his next pass, giving her some serious whiplash as he thrusts into her while at the same time making her back arch beautifully in the process. The blonde Midgardian's low keening wail transforms into a full blown scream of agony as her poor innocent anus is forced to take even MORE of her new God's cock, while at the same time she herself is forced into quite the uncomfortable shape.
SMACK!
Delivering a stinging spanking to her backside quiets her down a bit, allowing Thor to finally speak to her as he continues to fuck her ass.
"Who am I, slut?"
"The S-Strongest! Y-you're the Strongest Avenger!
SMACK!
He delivers another punishing spanking to Carol's ass, and the blonde squeals as she experiences her first anal orgasm. Both of them know full well that spanking her isn't even really punishment at this point… she's quickly becoming too masochistic not to enjoy it now that their bond is influencing her towards his tastes a fair bit more.
"What are you, cunt?"
"W-Worthless! I'm a worthless whore! I'm yours, my King! However you want me!"
SMACK!
As Carol squeals and shrieks, Thor continues to pulverize her anally, his cock slamming home into her bowels even deeper than it did her cunt now that there's no cervix in the way to block him. Hm, perhaps he should have gone the extra mile and broken through her cervix altogether when he'd initially fucked her, but he'd not been entirely sure of her durability yet. Ah well, there would always be a next time now that she was effectively his property.
"And why should I want you?"
For a moment, Carol doesn't respond, and Thor readies himself to stop and force her to do so, only to receive an answer that's almost quiet, compared to her previous exclamations.
"T-There is no reason, my King… I'm worthless. I'm trash. A-All I can do is beg you for your forgiveness and mercy!"
SMACK!
"A-Ah~"
Thor smiles, and finally there's a note of affection in it, of happiness. He's pleased with how quickly Carol has come to accept the truth about herself and her place at his feet. Fucking her in the ass even harder than before, he proceeds to take the blonde Midgardian to her limits and beyond, using her long locks fashioned into a makeshift ponytail as a set of reins to pull her head back even as he delivers punishing spankings to her rapidly reddening behind and forceful thrusts to her bowels.
Over and over again, Thor asks her who he is, who she is, and what worth she has to him. Over and over again, Carol answers in slightly different ways, from naming her as her God or King rather than just the Strongest Avenger, to declaring herself a cum dumpster or a fuck toy, phrases that Thor has briefly heard mentioned in modern times here on Midgard. No doubt, the blonde has been doing her own sort of research on the Midgardian 'Inter-net'.
Regardless, with a sense of finality and total victory, Thor pulls out and paints Carol's back and ass white with his seed. He covers her in his essence, marking her as his own quite effectively. The moment he so much as loosens his grip on her hair, the Midgardian woman whips around on her knees and proceeds to inhale his cock down her throat again, worshipping it quite lovingly and reverently as she wraps her arms around his torso, giving him quite the lewd hug in the process. With her cheeks sucked in most perversely and her eyes sparking with his lightning as she looks up at him… Thor can't help but smile down at her and pat her on the head as she continues her worship of her new deity.
Perhaps it doesn't fix anything, perhaps it doesn't bring back his brother or his parents or his people. Perhaps nothing can ever go back to the way it was, and his defeat of Thanos was too damn late to make any sort of difference. But Thor has to admit to a certain sense of satisfaction in showing Carol the truth about herself. Putting the obstinate woman in her place… it'd been fun.
Perhaps that was his purpose now, his need for being. Perhaps this was why he was still alive when everyone else had died. To help people find their way, one way or another.
-x-X-x-
Of course, a month later Valkyrie and the other half of the Asgardian refugees that Thanos originally let live back on the Statesman show up on Earth and suddenly Thor is actually King of something again. New Asgard is a generous gift by the Midgardians by any measure, and for now it is enough for the small amount of his people that remain.
Thanks to his new 'relationship' with his 'champion' (though she preferred cum dump to Champion) Thor does not fall into despair nor pick up certain bad eating habits. Instead, he leads as a King should, with Carol always there to be whatever he needs her to be. Meanwhile, the more time Thor spends around Valkyrie, the more he wonders just what sort of warrior woman SHE is.
Perhaps… perhaps he should find out.
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