This story takes place in a Marvel/DC crossover universe.
I do not own Marvel or DC Comics.
All characters are 18+.
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Extended Synopsis:
As Thor takes the throne of Asgard, he finds that the crown is a burden as much as a privilege. Luckily, there are a number of women within the realms of his domain who are all too willing to help ease the demands of his new position. Follow the King of Asgard as he gathers for himself a loyal and supportive harem from the corners of this shared DC and Marvel universe!
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Prologue
Tomorrow, I will be king.
The thought echoed through Thor's mind, over and over and over, ringing like a thunderous bell. The pride of Asgard lay naked in bed, staring up at the high ceiling of his private chambers, tracing the golden arches with his eyes.
Everything my father built. And his father. And his father before. Tomorrow, it all falls to me.
Even through the thick, gilded doors, Thor could hear the muffled sounds of drinking and revelry happening in the halls of the royal palace. For a fortnight,
Valaskjalf
had been host to all manners of celebrations and festivities, each day louder and wilder than the last.
Asgardians slaked their thirst with the finest wines and sweetest meads, sated their lusts with the most buxom and willing of wenches. All to honor the ascension of their new king. Their new All-Father.
Thor Odinson.
It had been a year since Odin had announced to his family his intent to resign the throne,
Hlidskjalf
, to his eldest son. Only now was the reality setting in. But Thor still couldn't truly believe it.
Were the prince a millennia younger, he would have been out and about, celebrating harder than any Asgardian. He would have been drinking his friends and family under the table, filling his belly with the most succulent roasts, taking intimate pleasure with eager female company. For a younger Thor, this would have been the prelude to the greatest day of his life.
But now, today? The Prince of Asgard was not so sure.
"I know that look." A lovely voice swept away the silence. Thor felt a pleasant warmth rising in his heart as the sound of bare feet approached his bed. "Even now you feel unsure of yourself, Odinson."
Thor craned his head upwards, a faint grin forming at the sight of his beloved Diana. A tall woman she was - and just as naked as he. Her long, sensual legs stretched upwards into the delightful curves of her hips, turning to the defined muscle of her taut belly, and up even further into tanned, plump breasts. The elegant lines of her face were home to sweet, full lips and sharp, blue eyes. But her most alluring feature was her hair. Locks of voluminous black falling down over her firm shoulders, shimmering radiantly as it caught the candlelight. So soft it looked, so smooth, even after bout after bout of lovemaking.
She was his beloved. And every inch a queen. Or rather, she soon would be. Betrothed to him centuries ago, a pact made between gods. Thor remembered it well as he continued to admire Diana's beauty.
Thor's smile widened as she drew closer to the bed. He could see then that she carried a jug, holding it by her side. Whether it was full of wine or water, he did not know. But he did know why she brought it: lovemaking between a god and goddess was a uniquely strenuous task. Even if their sort didn't need to eat or drink, the refreshment was pleasing all the same.
As Diana set the jug down upon a golden night table, Thor continued to admire her beauty. He drew his eyes slowly over her body, delighting in the curve of her wide hips, the small tuft of dark hair between her legs, then upwards to the sensual lines of her tummy rising into the ample swells of her breasts. And upon her wrist, a band of gleaming golden
uru
, engraved with Nordic runes. Engraved with his name. Their symbol of their betrothal. Marking her as one of Asgard, one of
his.
"I'm simply thinking about what is to come, my love." Thor answered, shifting his body so that his head and upper back came to rest on an incline of pillows. Centuries of being bound together and he never once tired of Diana's splendid nudity.
Thor did not attempt to hide his appreciation. Diana saw his desire. And he could see in her eyes that it
pleased
her. With a spark of daring in her eyes, his fierce Princess crawled back into bed with him.
Even after hours and hours of making love, they both craved more.
Diana let out a soft hum as she draped herself over her betrothed, pressing her generous curves against his firm, solid muscle. Her warmth enveloped him, her love pouring out from body, seeping into Thor's muscles and bones. Her breasts flattened against his chest, the only way for the abundant flesh to escape was to spill out to the sides. The Amazon beauty sighed, her nipples brushing against Thor's skin as she slid up his body.
Thor felt his cock stir to life, his hardening rod twitching slightly against the softness of Diana's inner thigh. The god of thunder gave a rumbling chuckle, his arms rising to hold his woman close. He knew he could live a thousand Asgardian lifetimes and not once tire of the delights womankind had to offer. Especially from a warrior so fierce as his beloved Diana.
Her love belongs to me.
Diana laid upon him, saying nothing. Though she did brush her fingers over the uru band set upon his bicep. Like the one on her own wrist, it was a symbol of their betrothal. Engraved with Diana's name... and promises of loyalty, devotion, declarations of eternal love.
A magnificent woman, the Princess Diana. Even a god should be proud to have her as a wife.
Her eyes were warm, but expectant. For his words, he knew, not for a showing of his bedtime prowess.
"Even with all my strength and power, I cannot know what the future holds." Thor continued, sighing. He let his head fall back onto the pillows, returning his gaze to the gilded ceiling. "I can't help but wonder what kind of king I'll be..."
Diana gave a snort which quickly broke into giggles. Thor raised a brow, holding his betrothed close as she trembled lightly in his arms. She lifted herself onto her elbows, steadying herself on her betrothed's broad chest. Her eyes glittered with amusement, her soft lips curled into a teasing smile.
"You, who wields the mighty Mjolnir?" She spoke with mock-incredulity, snickering through her words. "You, who led Odin's armies against the corruption of the Dark Elves? Against the tyranny of Apokolips and the madness of the Black Quadrant? You, who defeated the Fire Giant Surtur in single combat?"
"Good warriors don't always make good kings." Thor answered plainly.
Diana rolled her eyes. She dropped down to press a single gentle kiss to his chest, before laying flat upon her betrothed's body once more. Her arms slid upward, wrapping about his shoulders. Her warmth seemed to pool over him a second time, even sweeter than before.
"That is true. But you are more than just a good warrior, my love." Diana whined softly, pressing more sweet kisses to Thor's body. "You are wise, kind, and just. You have protected countless innocents throughout the realms, no? And if that's not enough, you will have me by your side to keep you honest and steady. You are ready to be king."
Thor took a long moment to consider her words. That the proud and fierce Princess Diana had so much faith in him was humbling indeed. Even more so than having her love and devotion.
The would-be king sighed, running a hand down his woman's naked back, feeling her smooth, soft skin. He traced the curve of her spine, traveling lower until his hand came to rest just above her ass. For a moment, he had a mind to reach even further down and grab himself a nice handful. But he restrained himself. There would be enough time to play later.
"There was once a time when that wasn't true." Thor admitted after a silence. "When I was arrogant and brash. When I wasn't even worthy to wield Mjolnir."
Thor's head lolled to the side, casting his eyes upon the hammer in question. The blunt head was colored a dark gray, the face smooth save for the runes etched along the edges of the head, and the handle just long enough for him to wield it with one hand. Created by the dwarves in their secret forge that brought both wonders and horrors into existence, it was made from the legendary
uru
metal - and thus nigh-indestructible. It gleamed in the candlelight, never once losing its polish even after centuries of use. Thor could feel its thunderous power thrumming faintly through the air, buzzing over his bare skin. A mighty weapon made specifically for Thor's hand - but enchanted to only come to him when he had proven himself worthy.
Thor remembered then just how many years Mjolnir spent waiting.
Diana squirmed atop him, following her betrothed's gaze. She giggled, rich and sweet, as she sat up in his lap. She ran her hands over his chest as she did, wiggling her bottom as she found her balance. Thor let out a light huff, his half-hard cock now finding itself nestled pleasantly against her plump buttocks. Diana's lips curled into a teasing smirk as she wiggled her ass in his lap again, batting his shaft gently between her soft cheeks.
"Mmm." The Amazon hummed, leaning forward just enough for her breasts to hang down. The great swells just barely brushed against his skin. She continued to play her fingers upon his chest, walking them over the tight and firm muscle. Beyond the naughtiness in her eyes, Thor caught her fascination. He smiled faintly, knowing his betrothed adored exploring his body as much as he did hers. "Back in your untamed youth, of course. I've heard intriguing things."
There was something else in her eyes then, a flash of
interest
. Thor raised a brow, his smile growing.
"You did a lot more than
hear
about them, Princess." He chuckled, shaking his head.
Diana pursed her lips, idly tracing one of Thor's battle scars with her finger. The interest in her eyes was joined quickly by a girlish excitement, an eagerness that he could feel fluttering through her body.
"A hot-blooded prince, eager to prove his worth." Diana almost sang the words, cooing as she rose back up to sit in her betrothed's lap. She drew her hands down his body, dragging her fingers softly and sweetly over the corded muscles of his stomach. Her eyes lit up, her lips spreading into a dazed smile. She felt his body, admiring him through loving touch without fear or shame. Just as Thor liked it. Her gaze locked with his. "Spending his wild years fighting and
fucking
his way through the nine realms and beyond. Does that sound familiar?"
Another giggle bubbled up in the Amazon's throat. She
rolled
