The click of my heels echoed through the halls of the palace as we walked down to the rooms Steve had taken Clint and me to all those weeks ago when he'd given us our prize. The palace was holding an orgy and for the first time, I was going to attend.
I had my arm wrapped around Thor's as our small group walked along and each step I took made me feel that more anxious and excited.
It was me, Thor, Natasha, Sam, Clint, and Tony - the others weren't particularly interested in participating in a public orgy and had opted to stay home with the kids. Of those of us that were going, what we wore and were all vastly different.
Thor had a pair of simple black linen pants with a gold drawstring and a red cape that was attached at his left shoulder with an ornate silver clasp. Aside from that, he was naked. No shoes, no underwear, no shirt. His hair had small braids that were pulled into a half bun at the back of his head and he had thin gold cords wrapped around his forearms in a crisscross pattern that resembled the lacing on gladiator shoes. He carried himself with the same comfortable confidence he always did. This was not unusual for him and he enjoyed it. He was like a man stopping in for coffee and cake at his favorite cafe.
Tony wore a three-piece suit in dark grey with a red tie. It was nice seeing him in one again, and he looked like the Tony Stark people used to see on television back before I met him. Incredibly cool, confident, and ready to get very, very dirty.
Clint was like an excitable puppy. He practically skipped down the hall as he clung to Natasha's hand. He was wearing a white fishnet shirt paired with a white pleated skirt with gold ribbon trim. The ribbon was decorated with Celtic knotwork, making the skirt look like a blend between a greek gladiator skirt and Asgardian formal wear. Increasing the gladiator theme he had going, he'd put on gladiator sandals that had straps that crisscrossed up his legs and tied off under his knees. He also had the collar he wore when he subbed with Natasha and a pair of cuffs that looked similar to the ones that Steve had given me. I wondered if that was a pair Steve had given him. Of all my men attending the orgy, Clint was the only one wearing any noticeable makeup. He had perfectly applied eyeliner that made his blue eyes pop, and his nails were painted purple.
Natasha looked slightly bemused as she was dragged along by Clint. That bewildered look didn't take anything away from how completely sexy and dangerous she looked. Her hair had been smoothed and tied back in a tight ponytail and her makeup was applied perfectly, without one single errant line. Her lips were painted red that was a few shades darker than her hair, and she had perfectly symmetrical winged eyeliner. Her nails were cut short and painted the same shade as her lips. She wore something that resembled a corset. It was a metallic black, and reflected the light of his surface, and cut in panels - there was a panel on each side that curved to highlight her waist and hips, and a triangular panel on the front and back that looked like an arrowhead and pointed up to her breasts. The bra and panties looked like chain mail, though they were made of fabric, not metal. She had paired it with thigh-high black boots that had heels so high she was practically walking en pointe and brought her up to the same height as me. She seemed to be approaching the orgy like a predator preparing to hunt.
Sam seemed to be coming along like a tourist taking a tour of Paris. He wore a black t-shirt that hugged his muscles that fabric had no right to do. It almost looked like it had been vacuumed sealed to him. He'd paired it with khaki-colored cargo pants. He looked so out of place compared to the rest of us, and yet somehow most relaxed about the idea of going to have sex with a bunch of strangers.
Then there was me. I was a bundle of nerves. Excited to see all these people fucking, terrified they'd want me to join in - and yet just as terrified they wouldn't. My stomach was full of butterflies and my hands shook slightly as I held on to Thor. I knew no one was going to make me do something I didn't want to do. I just didn't trust myself to know my own limits. I didn't want to do something I would regret, but I also didn't want to regret not doing something I did want to do.
I wore my hair loose and Clint had done my make-up in a soft natural effect. Definitely noticeable but to highlight my natural features, not to dominate them. I had a pale blue camisole in a soft floaty fabric, over muted silver boy leg panties. The camisole was empire cut, with the bra sculpted under my breasts, and over it, I had a brushed steel corset that sat under my breasts and had vertical strips that reached the circle around my waist. I had paired it with silver thigh-high, gladiator-style heels - though I still could barely walk in heels, so they were quite low. Around my neck, I had a Mjolnir pendant. I hoped that she might guide me tonight.
As we reached the door the sounds of music and talking permeated out. Thor stopped before we reached the door and turned to me, taking both my hands in his. "Elise, my life, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes. I mean, I can just watch, right?" I said.
"Of course," he said, his thumb caressing my cheek. "There is no pressure. But you are shaking like a leaf."
"I'm okay," I assured him. "I'm just kind of nervous and excited."
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," I said. "Yep. Ready."
Thor nodded to the guards at the door and they pulled it open.
I was surprised by how many people were in the first room. The couch that Steve had fucked me on had a group of women sitting around talking as they nursed drinks. Another group of women was on a different couch, all tangled together as they kissed. People were using the silks that hung from the ceiling, entertaining the room by doing sensual gymnastic routines to the music that filled the room. As soon as the doors closed a small group of people approached Thor. "My lord, would you like to join us?" a tall blonde woman asked.
Thor turned to us. "Loki and I have an agreement, they use the rooms on the left and I use the rooms on the right. I'm sure they won't care if you intrude on their space, but be aware they will be down there somewhere."
"Keeping to the right," Clint said. "Got it."
"Are you alright, my queen?" Thor asked.
I nodded. "Yes, go. Get laid."
He chuckled and Sam rubbed Thor's arm. "I'll stick with her. Don't worry."
"As you wish," Thor said, and let the group lead him down to the right.
"Let's take a look around," Tony said.
We moved down to the right and began to look around. There were several rooms and each one we passed into got slightly darker and more people were having sex. We stopped in the second room and got ourselves drinks and in the third room, thigh-high we lost Clint when a group of women gestured for him to join them on a large opulent bed.
In the fourth room, we came across Sif and Hogun. Sif was stretched out on a couch being eaten out by a muscular guy with a back nearly as broad as Thor's. Hogun approached us as we watched on. Sif's breasts rose and fell and she gripped the edge of the couch as she dug her heels into the man's back.
"She is quite beautiful, isn't she?" Hogun said.
"He's not too bad either," Natasha said.
"No Volstagg or Fandral?" I asked.
"Volstagg will be home with his wife and children. They attend on occasion, but the two have more children than all of you together. They appreciate a good night's sleep," he explained.
"With that many kids? I doubt they're sleeping when they're in bed," Tony joked.
Hogun laughed. "Yes. I suppose that is true. As for Fandral, he'll be with Loki."
