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A swing of its tentacles, and Thor already met the fury with his own grunt through gritted teeth as his glowing hand caught the eldritch limb that fell onto him. Heavy. But Thor had always been built mighty to face such foes—that as the entity followed up with another lash, Thor roared on as his free hand caught it as well and flexed to keep those pair of main limbs trapped within his own strength. And as the entity pulled and thrashed for release, Thor hissed through the curl of his toothy smirk, knowing fully that he had him for the moment. All that he needed to do was to destroy it. “This ends now!” Thor roared through the made air within what forcefield that the entity put up in the crater that they were in—the very thing that had Thor fighting it as if he was on Earth. And with a sudden glow of his eyes, his arms glowed once more as the light within him began to flare up and as it coursed through him—coursed through his chest into a proud swell. Power. But it proved to be a mistake.
It happened before he could even fully fathom—a tense, a pause. As if it sensed something. And with a shriek, a slew of smaller tentacles burst out of its main body and straight onto Thor’s bared chest where they latched onto his nipples and tugged. “—g-gah!” the bull gasped, but as the sudden sensation made him buckle, the main limbs coiled out and in to wrap his arms instead and pin him as it continued to suckle. “—h-let go-hgh!” he grunted, but as it stood, he felt the slimy appendage on his legs, keeping him still as Thor felt another wave of heat as the tentacles twisted his nipples. Perversion. He gritted his teeth as he bucked, making his heavy breasts bounce and further assault him with sparks that forced another grunt as they only tightened their latch.
