Claudia couldn't help but cry out as he first pushed in, feeling both eager and embarrassed to be doing this with a near-stranger, for the benefit of some anonymous captor. The overly textured vibrator pressed in and did things she hadn't quite expected, since it was nothing close to anatomical in shape beyond being generally cylindrical.

Her ankles being bound by the unshed jeans made it hard to get in a good position, but she grabbed a pillow to slide under her shoulders and hold her at a better angle. She wasn't sure what kind of views Asgard had on sex, although the Norse culture was well-known for their appetites. The gentleness behind his actions were something else, and she knew it would be hard not to fall for that.

"More," she begged, not caring anymore about their audience, the pressure around her neck reminding her that a lot of people found asphyxiation during sex exhilarating, and getting and inkling as to why as she got closer to climax. Not close enough, not yet, but gods, she wanted it.