Have you ever looked out the window on an April evening then wondered 'how much more fucked up can the weather become?' Thor Pello is wondering that very thing as he watches the sky outside. The weather beautiful just that morning yet now heavy rain and sleet pound harshly against the glass.

He sighs deeply. Of course the weather would be off course; everything has been strange ever since she came to town. Dianna Cartouche. Since she has come everything has been different but the same strangely. Speak or rather think in this case and he shall appear; rather she shall appear.

Thor watches her dash past his window taking notice of her lack thereof an umbrella. Quickly he finds his own along with another shirt and his only jacket. He dashes out his door much like a mad man slamming his door shut. Even more madly he rushes off to find her…the fire of his heart…Dianna.

It doesn't take him long to find her sitting in the gutter heavily panting from her recent run. Startled her face turns up to his. Her big red eyes ever larger and full of fear. He is wildly reminded of a kitten with wet and matted fur calling for someone to save her; The green cat eared headband along with the red and green collar with a light purple bell doesn't help matters much with his imagination.

"Ah, Thor?"

"Are you insane? Running in this mess?"

He hands her his clean, dry shirt and umbrella. Much like a hungry wolf she places his shirt on her persons then much more gently takes the umbrella from him. As she rises Thor notices that her green arm warmers are gone along with tiny red marks all over her from the sleet. He takes quick notice of the thick red marks on her upper arms. 'Hand print marks.'

"Gomen," she speaks quietly. Thor never hears her.

"What happened?"

She looks at the hand print marks on her arms. She shivers fiercely. Thor knows that has nothing to do with the cold weather. She holds herself tears spill from her eyes.

"O-one of my clients grabbed me…he…he….He tried to…to take me."

'Her client? Oh that's right…' "You're a home therapist for recluse people right?" Thor tries to keep calmness in his husky voice when in truth he simply wants to find this fucker and beat the living shit out of him. As though sensing this Dianna touches his arm ever so gently as one would touch a sheep. Even through his jacket he can feel the warmth of her touch. Not many men think she is a beautiful woman but they seldom notice when captured by her charm. Thor is not one of those men, he thinks she is the most beautiful thing fate has ever shown him. Instinctively he touches her face with the back of his hand. She shutter lightly. Thinking it's from the fear he drops his hand.

"Yes. Please walk me back to the hotel?"

"Ok."

So in close [[oh so very close, the wonderful smell of her fills his nose]] silence they walk, both huddled under the protection of the umbrella. It feels as though time moves ever so slowly even when they arrive at the hotel.

"Walk me to my room?" She asks 'most likely still shaken' Thor thinks. He merely nods.

In the expensive hotel they drip water from their time under the weather without an umbrella all over the tiles. Dianna hooks her arm nervously in Thor's as she folds the umbrella. She places it in the huge umbrella rack where many umbrella's that oddly look very much like his rests.

"I hope you will be able to tell which one is yours." Dianna jests with him giggling. He chuckles. He has always loved the sound of her giggle. Ever so slowly they walk in to the elevator, up to the sixth floor to walk along the corridor to the ninth room; Room 275. Without a word Dianna opens the door wide enough for the two of them. Thor is so amazed by the beautiful room that he doesn't even hear Dianna close the door behind them. The room in question is much more like an expensively decorated apartment. It makes him believe this hotel is at least a four star hotel.

He looks at Dianna looking at him noticing for the first time that his shirt almost completely covers her short red dress, only the ruffles peek out and they seem to be fighting to do so. He also notices the red marks from the sleet are now gone leaving her pale yellow skin clear.

"Thor, I just wanted to say arigatou-thank you for all that you have done for me."

"You're welcome," he says simply, far too dumbfounded by her to say anything else. She giggles like she knows what he his thinking. His face colours lightly. She walks to him and gently takes his hand. He notices that her delicate hand fits perfectly with his rough one. Her face comes close to his cheek but he doesn't want to stop looking in to her beautiful eyes; he turns his head then it happens. They kiss, not for the first or even second time. In truth he has lost track of how many times they have kissed yet this one feels…different than the others. Their other kisses felt so sweet and soft always reminding him of summer berries yet this kiss feels hot and spicy but again so very soft. He feels heat rise to her face as she colours to a brilliant shade of bright pink. He pulls away only to realize he needs more. Judging by the look in her eyes he thinks she does too. Slowly he brings his face close to hers. Lightly he places his lips against hers. She kisses him back in the same manner. Their kiss deepens as he becomes hungrier for her taste feeling like a dying man in the desert and this woman is the only one whom can save him.

He places one hand in her long pink and white dyed hair and the other around her waist drawing her closer to him. Her arms wrap around his neck and her hand go in to his blonde wavy hair. He needs more of her taste. He runs his tongue along her mouth then inside, lightly pushing her tongue. She giggles as she gently pushes his back. Her hands touch his bare arms. The small touch of her warm hands makes him realize where this is most likely going. He pulls of out their kiss, he swears he can hear her whisper his name. They both breathe a tad heavily.

"Is it ok to do where this is going?" he whispers with his mouth still close to hers. He breathes in her hot breath.

"Yes," she responds breathlessly.

"Really?"

She places her lips against his, "yes" she whispers finally.

Again he places his lips on hers. Their kiss becomes deeper and rougher and hotter with each passing second. Dianna quietly moans in to him. That small sound pushes him. He feels even hungrier for her; he feels if this hunger isn't fed then he will go completely and totally mad. He feels a tug at the bottom of his shirt then coolness against his abdomen. They part long enough for Dianna to take off his shirt. He takes it from her and unceremoniously tosses it aside. She lightly touches his chest, her hands exploring. Now it's his turn to moan. He puts his hands on her thighs exploring how perfect they are again she quietly moans in to him. He lifts her up by her thighs and she parts from him her eyes a bit wide. He smiles at her surprised looks then goes back to kissing her. Her legs tightly wrap around his waist as her arms tightly wrap around his chest. She parts from him again to lightly nibble his ear.

"Take me someplace comfortable," she whispers then goes back to nibbling his ear.

'The bed' he immediately thinks. He starts to walk towards what he guesses is the bedroom but she places her mouth on his neck, kissing and nibbling him. He moans.

"I have to concentrate on walking,"

"Hmm?" she simply responds not stopping at all.

"Fuck," he lightly moans. He needs to find another place and quickly. As he walks in a new direction her headband falls with a light thud. He doubts she even notices. He then hears a hard thud knowing that she just kicked off her shoes. He follows by steeping out of his own as he enters what looks like the living area. 'Is this even a hotel?' he dully thinks, 'no time to think ponder on that!' He moans again as she finds a sweet spot on his neck. Luckily for him the sofa is big enough to be considered a separate bed or perhaps even a small giant's sofa. As he climbs on the sofa he notices that it's leather, she drops herself she looks up at him almost beggingly. He bends down kissing her again then he again licks her lips slowly. He feels her legs move awkwardly under him. Guessing what she is doing he takes off her stockings though slowly making sure his hands make contact with her bare skin. She makes a weird gasping moan sound. Pleased he rubs his hands even more slowly along her long legs, never going too high or so low that he stops nibbling her lips.

Wanting to taste her neck he removes her collar and gently places it on the table near them. Dianna looks at him as though he had just removed some clothing. She tilts her head to give him better access to her neck. He places his mouth on her warm skin and begins to suck. As he does this he hears her moan a bit more loudly than she has thus far; He feels her hands slowly explore his body. He moans. Now all he wants is her sounds, her feel, her taste, her touch…. All he wants is to please her. Subconsciously he roughly kisses her neck. She moans louder. He softly smiles and switches to nibbling her neck. He can already see a small mark forming from giving her a hickey. As she continues to moan he slowly raises a hand to her breast, cupping it lightly. He feels more and more body heat come not only from her but from himself as well.

He gently fondles her.

"O-Oh Thor…." She moans in his ear. Just when he thought her colour couldn't deepen any more it does. He pulls away from her neck to remove his now sweaty shirt from her body. [[He guesses that it is most likely his sweat.]] She rises to unzip her strapless dress. He removes that from her person as well and tosses the two pieces of clothing in random directions as though they were traffic cones that got in his way. He licks, kisses and nibbles from her collar bone to her breast bone, making her moan semi loud before removing her black strapless bra which he again tosses in some random direction. Again he cups her breast. She lets out a small pleasurable gasp. He fondles her again and again she moans a bit loudly; every moan now louder than the last. He moves his fingers so her soft pink nipple gets caught between them. He wiggles it back and forth while messaging her breast. Again she moans as her colour deepens. She lightly grabs his head moving it to the breast he was just playing with. He puts as much of her inside his mouth while he places his other hand on her other breast. He watches her as she tilts her head back moaning though her eyes don't leave his. He watches her as he sucks and plays with her other breast.

As they keep going she fills him more and more; He knows he moans but all he can hear, smell, see, taste and feel is her. He sucks harder and she moans louder still. His hand plays with her breast a bit roughly as though it has a mind of his own twisting and pulling her nipple. He feels himself grow harder and harder, ever since their kiss in the beginning he's been getting hard. She moans his name more and more. He clasps her other breast the nipple hard to focus on the one in his mouth. He pulls away from the breast full of his saliva to see this nipple too is hard. Despite that he still lightly flicks it with his tongue, licks it and lightly nibbles it. He smiles at her moaning his name more and more it makes him wonder how she'll be when it's time for him to penetrate her. He goes back to sucking on her while his other hand plays with her dry breast and nipple some more. As this continues he feels her fumble with his belt. Propping himself on his elbow he awkwardly undoes it as well as his pants, his boner feeling to constricted. He kicks them along with his socks off. Her hands slowly slide up his ass in continuation of her exploring all the way up to his shoulder blades, he knows he's moaning but he still doesn't hear it. He doesn't even notice that he sucks on her breast a little bit harder, all he knows is that they are pleasing each other.

Something sweet and tasty slowly squirts in to his mouth. Instinctively he swallows only to realize that it's Dianna's breast milk. He lets go of her other breast and balancing hands to now suck on this one. The nipple is already hard but he still plays with it with his tongue and teeth. He places both hands on the wet leather sofa as he tries to get her whole breast in to his mouth. She moans more loudly and watches her watching him with her eyes clouding over in a pleasurable state. Again milk fills his mouth, more this time than the last. Quickly he tilts her head back lightly and places his mouth on hers. Milk dribbles out. He pulls back swallowing the rest that was in his mouth. She lightly pants.

"You taste so wonderfully, that I had to share." He then licks away the excess milk [[mixed with sweat]] that had dribbles out of their kiss. He licks each of her nipples. Greed and a bit wolfishly he sucks as much milk as he can from each of her breasts, even sharing with her from time to time.

Her legs bend. He rubs them and kisses them all the way down then back up again. He kisses her stomach all over. He looks down at her black panties to see she is all wet. Slowly with his teeth he removes them then his own. He looks down at his extremely hard penis surprised he has not even a little bit of cum on the tip. He goes back up to her gently pushing his penis' head against her vagina. She moans loudly. Gently he penetrates her and pushes further and further in, feeling the burning fire inside of her. Although he is technically a new working blacksmith, he is just the fireman that she needs. She places her hands on his hips. He pushes more inside and she moans louder, so much louder than it is no longer a moan but a soft cry. He looks at her half closed eyes, tears blur in the corners. He stops but she nods. He buries himself inside of her, feeling all of her, even more of the rising heat. She tosses her head back [[though keeping her eyes on his blue-green ones]] cries out pleasurably. He fucks her faster, their hips moving in time with each other. Her nails dig in to his back, he kind of digs it. On the brink of feeling beastly insanity he fucks her faster and faster, both of them moaning loudly/lightly crying out. Both of their breathing becomes irregular and Dianna's nails dig further in to his skin, now causing some pain. [[though he still oddly enjoys it.]] Both of their body heats rise though the only one he notices is Dianna. He sweat beautifully glistening and moving with their movements much like his own which also falls on Dianna. He resists the urge to lick it off, wanting so bad to see how they taste together. Dianna's back arches which means she is about to climax. Thor moves faster, he wants to be with her. He wants to climax with her. They call out each other's names [[though Dianna cries "I love you Thor!"]] as they're able to climax together. Thor feels his seamen enter her and her wonderful cum on his cock. He feels her heat inside her quickly fall back to the normal temperature. He feels Dianna's legs tremble in the after effect as the rest of her cum spill out. They look at each other amazed. Slowly Thor pulls himself out and he hears Dianna groan as though she protests that notion or out of slight pain, he isn't sure which. Thor smiles still heavily breathing as does Dianna. He lightly pecks her swelled up lips.

They stay like that for a little while, simply looking at each other. Thor doesn't know how long they have made love or how long they look at each other and he doesn't really care. Slowly their breathing becomes regular again. Without saying a word Thor picks up Dianna bridal style and carries her to the bed then kisses her. She kisses back. 'Just like summer berries.'

"I'll be right back." He murmurs to her, she simply replies with a light kiss as though to say "ok". He goes to the bathroom to pee when he looks outside amazed to see the dark and now quiet calm night. Last he knew it was early evening, no later than four o'clock. Someone once told him that a married couple will have the longest, most passionate, intense love making on their wedding night. He wonders if that's true. If so how would he and Dianna be? He muses. As he finishes pissing he looks at his cock to see a little bit of 'blood? Does this mean?' He hurries out [[after cleaning himself]] to see Dianna already asleep under the covers. 'It must be….' He lies down next to her and covers up not even caring about the sweat. He pulls her close to him cuddling her. He gently kisses the back of her head before falling asleep himself.

He slowly wakes up to not find Dianna in bed. A small splash tells him where she is. Smiling he sits up. His arms crack as he stretches just his legs when he stands. He sexily saunters to the bathroom to see Dianna bathing he head leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. He watches her for a little while before continuing in. He steps quietly so as not to scare her. An idea pops in his mind. An impish smile curls on his lips. Quickly he steals a kiss from her.

"Good morning,"

"Good morning," she mumbles in her soft voice. "Would you care to join me?"

No sooner than her asking he slips in to the large tub with her. She moves close to him. For a while they cuddle in the tub, everything feeling all too perfect. He gently kisses her temple then her ear. "I have a question,"

"Hmm?"

"Did I pop your cherry?"

Her face colours as she nods. So what he suspected was true. He chuckles not knowing why then nibbles her earlobe. "After sex or love making it's best to go take a piss. It's healthy for your body."

She nods. "O-ok."

Suddenly she turns to face him. Her body presses against his as she repeats what he did to her neck to him. This catches him by surprise. She is giving him a hickey?! He lightly moans. He feels her gentle hand rub his cock. He moans a bit louder. Her body presses closer to his as her other hand plays with his testicles. He moans louder. Her sweet scent fills his nose again her mouth warms his body and her touch fills him. His hands explore her body making her moan quietly. He becomes hard in almost an instant however she continues toying for a time. She raises her hips then slowly lowers herself on to his hard dick. They both moan in unison. He holds on to her soft ass. The water moves in the motion as though it's fucking them too as it rises and falls quickly and loudly spilling over the edge of the tub. The waters splashing cover the sounds of their moans and erotic breathing. Dianna cries as she climaxes yet her pace does not slow. Thor can feel himself reaching climax himself. Just in time he pulls Dianna off of his cock and pulls her close as his sperm goes all over her back. They pant; Dianna's face a brilliant shade of pink. Thor motions for Dianna to turn around. She complies. Thor cleans her back wondering how long they were at it for the water to turn cold.

"Let's play a game, whomever becomes the most submissive loses and has to do whatever the winner says," Dianna says once she's clean and done pissing.

"What?" Thor asks surprised as he cleans the water off the floor when he too is done pissing.

"You heard me," she giggles. "This is my last day here," she begins as she walks to him laying a hand on his still bare chest. Her mouth comes close to his so very close that he feels her hot breath. "And I want to spend it with you…" her face colours again. "Doing something we both enjoy." She passionately kisses him. He kisses her back. 'When put like that….'

"Ok, sounds like it'll be very fun."

For the rest of the morning and even all that afternoon they spend it catching each other off guard [[making the other submissive]] making love in many different places in the all too large hotel room and positions. Each time they made love it seemed to be longer than the previous one.

Twilight speckles the sky now. Thor finds Dianna out on the balcony wearing a hotel robe. He joins her wearing a robe himself. The air feels nice yet cool on his hot skin. Thor watches the wind play with Dianna's hair enviously.

"God,"

Dianna jumps in the air by two feet never noticing that he joined her.

"What is it?" She turns her head to look at him.

"Are you ever not beautiful?"

Her face colours. "Well I don't know, I mean as to say I don't think I'm beautiful," she stammers flusterdly. He holds her from behind.

"I think you are always beautiful," he whispers in her ear then nibbles it as his hand gently cups her breast. Her body shivers. He knows that that has nothing to do with the cool air.

"Oh Thor," she whispers as her face colours more. He kisses her neck lightly moaning from her sweet taste and scent of honeysuckle. He opens her robe then moves his hand inside to cup her breast again. She moan-gasps as her knees buckle. 'This is something the wind can't do,' he thinks triumphantly. He slides her robe off of her as he sensually kisses her shoulder while still fondling her breast. She moans louder. Not for the first time does he think that her body fits perfectly to his as though a master sculptor makes two pieces of art separately only to find they fit perfect together and make a much more beautiful piece. He gently twists her nipple. Her moan becomes louder. That is when he loses himself to her yet again.

With his other hand he lightly rubs her inner thighs then the outside of her pussy. Her moan becomes louder. He is sure that if he was not holding her up [[albeit awkwardly]] she would fall on to her knees. He feels the warmth of her hand through the robe on his erect penis. She grabs hold of him lightly running her hand slowly from his balls to his tip. He loudly moans. He feels her open his robe then begin to give him a hand job. Thor turns Dianna around then gently pushes her against the railing when he passionately kisses her. She kisses him back as her hands grab the railing just as he planned. He parts with the two of them lightly panting. He puts her breast in his mouth as he presses his hand against her lady hood. She quietly mewls mixed with a light cry. He sucks her breast [[his mouth and stomach filling with her delicious milk]] as his hand expertly plays with her pussy, pulling her labia apart gently a few times then he plays with her labia majora and her labia minora. She cries out more loudly. He pushes his fingers inside feeling her heat. She pleasurably cries out as she watches him with half closed eyes. Every time they have fucked they never looked away from each other.

Thor goes to sucking on her dry breast [[getting more delicious milk]] that he was subconsciously playing with as his fingers keep playing with her, eventually finding her clitoris. She keeps pleasurably crying out his name her breathing becoming irregular. He keeps sucking her breast and playing with her clit, making it slightly grow and go hard. He keeps this up for some time occasionally switching breasts. She cries louder and louder as her grips tightens against the railing. Then without much warning [[it's hard to arch your back against iron railings]] she climaxes cumming hard. Her body shivers in the aftermath as she begins to fall panting. Thor quickly catches her his fingers still in her still feeling her iron hot heat. He exits his fingers from her. Instinctively he likes his fingers clean. He lifts her up.

"More," she pants begging in his ear. He carries her back inside the messy hotel room. She pushes off his robe completely. She kisses his neck, her hands exploring what she can for the millionth time.

He places her on the first thing he sees, the table in the kitchenette area. She reaches up to him and though his penis is erect he still does not feel ready to enter her. He deeply kisses her as he grabs the nearest item. A round handled spatula. Carefully he climbs on top of the table with her and more carefully he uses the edges of the spatula to rub against her. She pulls away from their kiss loudly moaning. He watches her face ecstatically as he rubs the spatula faster and faster against her pussy. Even more turned on by her extremely loud moans. She begins to pant more sweat glistening on her skin. He flips the spatula around to the handle. He probes her listening to her pleasurable cries. He penetrates her. She tosses her head back with an extremely loud cry. Much like with his skin [[marking him as hers forever]] her finger nails dig in to the table. He feels pleased that her loudest cries come from his body and not a stand in tool. He rolls it around slowly as well as moving it in small circles as well as moving it like the real deal. She cries louder as her hips move with those movements. After a while her back arches. He moves it faster knowing what she likes. Again she climaxes long and hard, her cum spilling on to the table. He tosses the spatula aside greedily licking her clean. She moans more loudly. Surprise finds him as her hand comes to pull her outer lips apart for him. He sticks his tongue inside her tasting even more of her feeling her heat on his mouth. She cries out as he continues to taste her, roughly toying with her with his tongue moaning himself. Eventually his tongue finds her clit her hand moves to the top of his head as though that gently touch will keep him there which it does for a while. He can't take it any longer. He puts his dick all the way inside her. He grunt-moans and she cries out.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD! AS HARD AS YOU CAN! OH GOD THOR!"

He does as she says. She keeps calling out his name pleasurably as he grunts. They both sweat profusely. He puts his mouth hungrily on her breast sucking her milk as he beastly fucks her he too cries out of pleasure. For a long time they fuck.

"I need to pull out!" he feels himself climaxing.

"INSIDE!" she begs cries. No sooner did she yell that that he climaxes, his cum and sperm filling her.

"Dianna!"

"Thor!" She cries as she climaxes. As he feels her cum on his penis more sperm explode spurt inside her. Their cum [[and his sperm]] spill out of them creating a small pool on the table staining it [[just like many of the other furniture's]]. He pulls out panting as she pulls up to his ear.

"Thank you," she breathlessly whispers as dawn seeps in to the messy and hot room. Lovingly she kisses him. He kisses her back. She lightly pulls him back down on to the table with her.

Thor shakes his head wondering why he was thinking of that during his break time. It has been years since he thought of that or since he has last seen her. They still talk through old fashioned letters. With neither of them remembering to ask for each other's phone numbers. Thor sighs as he goes back to work.