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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 12: Godly Ploys
Osaka, Japan – Financial District
“What are these abominations? How did they find me?”
An agent of the Hand was never supposed to contemplate such thoughts. Kwannon, having been the Hand’s premier assassin since she won the heart of Matsu’o Tsurayaba, should’ve been the last of their many trained ninjas to ask herself such things. It left her in an unfamiliar position that only got worse by the second.
The ancient order of the Hand was supposed to be Japan’s oldest and most capable organizations. They’d survived for 800 years, operating in the shadows, fighting the wars that others dared not fight, and amassing untold riches in the process. Their ninjutsu-trained agents regularly defied government, destiny, and death to achieve their mission. Nobody should’ve been able to outwit them, especially within the shadows. That was their dominion.
That changed moments ago for Kwannon. She had ventured to Osaka to assassinate a high-profile banker with Yashida Clan ties who’d stolen money from the Hand. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Her lord presented it as a favor, if not a gift for her uncanny skill. It certainly started without incident. Kwannon found the office in which her target worked. She’d even positioned herself to attack around midnight, just as a storm rolled in.
That was when the attack started. Out of nowhere, a half-dozen black-skinned creatures converged on her position. They had the physique of men, but their flesh was not at all human. Kwannon learned that after stabbing one with her psionic blades, only to see it leave no mark on the malleable skin. They made no noise or demands. They just attacked and attempted to subdue her with some webbing-like substance they shot from their bodies.
Kwannon evaded the initial attack, nimbly avoiding swinging fists and acrobatic kicks. She attempted to escape into the shadows, leaping across rooftops and through pouring rain. However, they followed her closely, demonstrating agility and foresight that should not have been possible against the Hand’s top assassin. It led Kwannon to surmise that this was not just some rival lord looking to usurp new territory.
‘These creatures…they’re not men. They’re not trained warriors, either. They’re something else…something outside the realm of destiny. They move like rabid wolves unleashed on singular prey. Just being near them fills me with revulsion!’
She evaded more attacks just before leaping down from a rooftop and into an alley between two large buildings. None of the creatures landed a blow, but they still found a way to attack. From their black flesh, they shot out more lines of webbing-like tendrils. Kwannon used her ninja-like reflexes to evade the first barrage, bouncing off the sides of buildings and windows.
However, before Kwannon could reach the surface, a second barrage came. She slashed through the first lines with her psionic blades, but could not avoid the others that came after. She was just a few feet from the surface before her legs were completely bound by the webbing, leaving her in a rare state of vulnerability.
“You think this will hold me?” Kwannon spat in defiance.
While she attempted to cut through the webbing with her blades, the black-skinned creatures jumped down from the rooftops as well. Along the way, they bounced of the walls, sticking to wet surfaces as though their hands had magnets on them. It was yet another impossible feat among the many she’d experience in the span of several minutes.
She’d just cut through the webbing bounding her legs. She finally landed on the wet, dirty surface of the alley. With two psionic blades drawn, she prepared to fight back. She didn’t get the chance, though. An onslaught of thick webbing shot out from her attackers and hit her from all sides.
Kwannon could no longer move or utilize her agility. Even her psionic blades became useless as her hands were bound. All the training, skill, and ability that made her a dangerous instrument of the Hand suddenly became useless. It was both an affront and a failure.
“Errr! Disgusting beasts!” Kwannon spat. “I am the blade of the Hand! I fear no death! My life is not yours to take!”
“Take it?” said an unexpected voice. “Why would we take what we can simply rent?”
Kwannon kept struggling as she tried to locate the source of the voice. Her efforts proved futile. Each black-skinned creature landed in the enclosed alley, surrounding her completely and gazing upon her with their expressionless faces. They shot out more webbing, smothering her from every direction until she could barely move.
‘This cannot be how I lose my honor. This cannot be how I fail the Hand. It all feels so wrong. It’s as though fate itself has been usurped!’
As the rain poured harder, the skilled assassin finally stopped struggling. There was no use fighting on. She would only waste what little energy she had left. She needed to conserve it, if only to focus on the face of her enemy. That enemy finally appeared in the form of a mysterious portal that formed in front of her.
It was a man who looked half-Japanese and half-Caucasian. He had black hair that had been oddly styled and an array of tattoos over his body. When he approached, he didn’t come off as a man standing in triumph. In fact, he looked oddly dismayed by the sight before him.
“So you’re the Hand’s most celebrated assassin,” he said flatly. “You’re a hard woman to identify. The only names I could find were Kwannon and Revanche.”
“Tell me yours and I promise it’ll be the last name you know!” said Kwannon in an apprehensive tone.
“If only you could keep such a promise,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. And that’s not something I’m used to saying with a straight face. You see, my name is Daken Akihiro. I’m only here because I have a working knowledge of the East Asian underworld.”
“You say that like it’s so trivial,” said Kwannon.
“From my perspective, everything I once held dear is trivial,” said Daken. “Everything I thought I knew…the battles I thought were important…that’s all gone now. I serve a new lord and she has a way of subverting every desire you once had.”
“Your lord sounds like an affront to honor and tradition.”
“Oh, she’s definitely that and much worse. And for her own twisted reasons, she wants you to help her take over the Hand.”
Kwannon began struggling again. She fought with all her might to break free from the webbing. She managed to tear through the parts restraining her arms and legs. That allowed her to lunge towards Daken with her psionic blades shooting out from her fists. She got within inches of his face, but no further than that. The black-skinned creatures converged and restrained her with their powerful arms, rendering her completely immobile.
It couldn’t have been a worse defeat. She’d didn’t just fail in her mission. She might have failed the Hand and its centuries-old honor. At that point, death would’ve been merciful, but she sensed that Daken and the devious lord he served weren’t inclined for mercy.
“Do yourself a favor,” Daken said as he stood within inches of her face. “Don’t give her Venom Legion more reasons to hurt you. It’ll only make things harder for everyone.”
“You…won’t…break me!” Kwannon yelled as she gasped for air. “I won’t…betray…the Hand!”
“I was afraid you would say something like that,” he said with a solemn sigh. “In my experience, the more you want something, the more the Goblin Queen uses it against you. She knows the Hand are notoriously difficult to control, which is why she’s doing something unique with you.”
Kwannon was prepared to curse Daken in every language she knew. One of the Venom Legion, as he called it, stopped her by covering her mouth with webbing. It effectively silenced her while Daken reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cannister containing a pinkish substance. Despite the pouring rain, he casually opened it and held it under her nose while he sprayed its contents.
As soon as Kwannon got a whiff of the substance, her world began to fade around her. She became dizzy and disoriented. Every thought became less coherent and every whim less focused. All her training and skill failed her. In that moment, her unflinching loyalty and unbreakable spirit shattered.
In its place, something new and perverse took over.
“For the record, I hate seeing someone use my pheromone abilities in such a way,” Daken told her, “but for reasons you’ll soon understand, it’s what I desire. And once you return to the Hand’s headquarters in Tokyo, they’ll understand too.”
Larvik, Norway – Ruins of Kaupang
“What do you think, God of Thunder? Is my attire appropriate for our little liaison?” asked Jean Grey-Summers in her most seductive tone.
“Appropriate? Tis a relative term, Lady Grey-Summers,” replied a surprised, but intrigued Thor. “Acceptable for any hot-blooded Asgardian warrior? I say, aye!”
The self-described God of Thunder looked at Jean with the same eager gaze as any non-divine straight man. The lust in his eyes was so strong that she swore she heard thunder in the distance. It was just the reaction she’d hoped for. Getting the attention of Thor was difficult enough without an attack by Frost Giants or Ultron. Keeping it was notoriously challenging.
Jean had already succeeded than most of his fellow Avengers. It helped that she wore the elaborate, yet revealing attire of an Asgardian prostitute. It consisted of an undersized bra made of armor, a very short leather skirt that barely covered her upper thighs, and heeled brown boots with Norse engravings on the heel. Such attire was not easy to get. Carol Danvers had put her in contact with Valkyrie to get the design. Even after sharing her plan, she needed help from Jane Foster to get it customized.
The result was something Jane described as an Asgardian wet dream. According to Asgardian lore, there was a special class of prostitutes reserved for Asgardian warriors. Those who triumphed regularly in battle were allowed to consort with the most beautiful maidens in the land.
Jane told Jean that there was significant competition among female Asgardians for such a role. She knew because she’d earned plenty of jealous glances from many Asgardian women who missed Thor’s frequent visits. There was a great deal of honor and status given to those women. Not just anyone with nice legs, big breasts, and a healthy libido could hope to satisfy an Asgardian warrior. Jane had warned Jean that Thor could get overexcited during intimate activities. Jean assured her that she could handle it.
She was about to put that bold claim to the test in a makeshift temple near the ancient Viking ruins of Kaupang. Jean had coordinated with the local authorities, as well as her allies in the Avengers, to recreate an authentic Viking fertility temple on a cliff overlooking the ruins. Valkyrie had also provided some authentic Asgardian amenities, which made Thor feel right at home.
“I must say, my fire-haired harlot, I was surprised to hear a vessel of the Phoenix Force had taken an interest in my endeavors,” said Thor as he approached the heart of the temple.
“I want to say I’m surprised that Asgard has a working knowledge of the Phoenix Force, but maybe I shouldn’t,” said Jean, still sounding a seductive as possible.
“Indeed!” he said with a boastful laugh. “Asgard had knowledge of many cosmic forces. Curiously, the All-Father maintains a rather detailed record of the Phoenix Force.”
“Really? How detailed does it get?” she asked curiously.
“Far beyond any notes of worth,” Thor said. “What matters is the wielder of the Phoenix bears an uncanny passion not matched by many. That same wielder is also attuned to other great powers…such as missing rune stones from Odin’s vault.”
“I see,” said Jean curtly, “and which matters more to you right now?”
“That depends, Lady Grey-Summers. What are your priorities in seeking the Son of Odin’s attention?”
He asked those questions in a way that readily revealed which he preferred. Thor was known for many great feats, even before he joined the Avengers. Subtlety wasn’t one of them. Jean intended to use that to her advantage.
“I could list my various goals in setting this up,” said Jean playfully, “or…you could join me in this cozy domain.”
“You present me with a tempting proposition, my lady,” said Thor.
“Is it really that difficult?” she scoffed.
“I said it was tempting. I did not say it was difficult.”
The imposing Asgardian ventured into the makeshift temple, closing the heavy stone doors behind him and setting aside his legendary hammer. He’d arrived moments earlier, summoned by a special Phoenix-shaped display in the skies above Larvik. It vastly outshined the auroras that frequently dotted the clear skies of the arctic. That got Thor’s attention, but the insides of the temple helped entice him.
The structure itself wasn’t that big. It stood no taller than a three-story house and took up an area no larger than the suburban home Jean grew up in. There were no elaborate rooms or chambers. There was just an open central area surrounded by lit torches, which illuminated Asgardian artwork and engravings all over the wall. The ceiling also had a dazzling rendering of the Asgardian sky, but the central area was where Jean had drawn his focus.
In that area was an extra-large bed, which had been crafted by dwarfs and built to withstand the ravages of Asgardian orgies. Jean also managed to obtain some of the best Asgardian linens, complete with embroiders often used in fertility rituals. It was meant to evoke the divine lusts of a man known to prioritize fighting over sex. By that standard, Jean’s efforts had succeeded.
‘He’s projecting so much lust and desire,’ Jean thought to herself as she watched him approach. ‘God or man, he’s still driven to connect. Jane warned me those connections can get quite intense. I hope she wasn’t exaggerating when said I might feel a little thunder in my panties once the mood was set.’
Everything was coming together better than she’d hoped. She and Scott learned from the Avengers that Thor had been more aloof than usual. He claimed that Odin tasked him with locating a collection of rune stones that had gone missing from Asgard’s vault. Even the all-seeing Heimdall couldn’t surmise their location. Since they had been missing for quite some time, he sent Thor across the nine realms in search of them. To date, his search yielded no clues.
Jean didn’t know much about Asgardian lore, but both Jane Foster and Danny Rand told her the same thing. Asgardian rune stones were potent sources of magic. The fact that some had gone missing was distressing enough. A frustrated Thor was just as distressing, but Jean made sure she’d factored that into her plan as well.
“The All-Father’s tasks as of late have proven tedious,” said Thor as he stood at the foot of the bed. “He sends me across the nine realms, obsessing over the loss of a few magic stones.”
“You think he’s being petty?” asked Jean.
“I think he misplaces his priorities. He rarely considers the priorities of others as well.”
“Including his favorite son?”
“Especially his favorite son,” said Thor strongly. “And after that fiery display you put on moments ago, you didn’t just draw the Son of Odin’s interest. You changed his priorities.”
With growing lust in his eyes, he removed his decorative helmet to let his long golden hair flow free. He then joined her on the bed, crawling up onto its soft linens and taking her in his powerful arms. Jean could feel both the desire and electricity in his touch.
When he felt up her waist and torso, his hands eventually arriving at her face, she felt intense twinges of excitement. At first, they felt like static from the God of Thunder. Then, she felt them converge between her legs. Just being near such a powerful figure made her pussy wet. That helped streamline her priorities as well.
“Mmm…your flesh feels as divine as a fertility goddess’ loin,” Thor said.
“That sounds so crude, yet so thoughtful,” laughed Jean.
“Don’t expect much thought from here on out, Lady Grey-Summers,” he told her. “After all, you are dressed like an Asgardian prostitute.”
“I can’t help that it makes me feel so damn sexy.”
“Indeed, it does,” he said, “but it shall look even better once Thor tears it off!”
The proud Thunder God’s lurid interest morphed into lurid actions. With drive as strong as his Asgardian battle instincts, he pulled Jean into a powerful kiss. There was little affection in the gesture. There was only raw, divine lust. Jean had sensed lust in men before, but she’d never sensed it from an Asgardian. There was something distinct to it. Whatever it was, it made her even hornier.
As Thor’s shoved his tongue into her mouth, conveying more desire with every passing second, he lifted her up in his muscular arms and laid her in the center of the bed. He was tongue still sweaty and dirty from his journey across the realms, but that just intensified his warrior persona, which turned Jean on even more.
“Oh! So strong and daring,” Jean cooed. “Hurry, Thunder God! Get me out of these itchy clothes.”
“Spoken like an Asgardian harlot. This pleases Thor!” he said with a lecherous grin.
His excitement grew, as did his sense of urgency. He kissed her again, his imposing form looming over her like true god. He then went to work removing her clothes, starting with her armor-plated bra.
Once her breasts were exposed, Thor buried his face between them. Jane once joked that Asgardians invented motorboating before the invention of motorboats. It was now clear she hadn’t been joking. As Jean lay on her back, he eagerly squeezed both breasts while licking between her cleavage. His grip was extra-strong, as if to let her know what she was in for.
“Divine bosoms in a mortal woman,” he said. “This pleases Thor too!”
Emboldened, Thor kept his face buried between her breasts while he slipped his hands down her waist and over her shapely hips. He soon made his way up her inner thighs where he discovered another surprise that Jean had left for him.
“Ah! No undergarments, I see,” Thor said, looking up from her breasts.
“Does this also please Thor?” Jean said teasingly.
“Aye,” he said. “It also means Thor can dispense with such lecherous formalities.”
He must have felt how aroused she was. The folds of her pussy were dripping with arousal. Jean even threw in some cosmic flame, her eyes flashing briefly to let him know she was no ordinary mortal woman. The God of Thunder got the message.
Like a warrior storming into battle, Thor shot up and tore off his attire. As soon as Jean got a glimpse of his broad, muscular physique, she reached up and caressed it with the same eagerness he’d shown hers. The man/god was definitely a warrior. His every muscle exuded strength and power. It sent Jean into a lust-fueled frenzy.
“Ooh! So much manly muscle!” she said, sounding like a giddy teenager.
“I say thee, nay!” said Thor strongly as he began undoing his pants, “Not a man, Lady Grey-Summers…a god.”
As if to reinforce that point, he ripped off his pants, boots, and anything he had on underneath to reveal a dick worthy of the Thunder God. Jean couldn’t hide her reaction. Seeing a fully naked Thor looming over her, casting a large shadow that included a very erect penis, made it official. She was going to fuck an actual god. On top of that, Thor was going to make sure she remembered it.
“My God…if that’s not too fitting,” Jean said as her gaze narrowed on his hulking member.
“It fits, my lady. It fits very well,” Thor said boastfully.
Jean reached out and grasped it, feeling the harden flesh with both hands. Like every other muscle on Thor’s godly form, it radiated strength. His entire aura radiated with power. It was easy to see why he and other Asgardians had been worshipped in these same lands centuries ago. Given Thor’s large stature and divine endowment, Jean could easily see why those worshippers were so passionate.
“A dick worthy of a god,” she said as she reached out and grasped it. “I want it inside me!”
“Ask and ye shall have it, Lady Grey-Summer!” Thor proclaimed.
With the same bravado that he carried into battle, Thor pinned her to the bed again. He did it with more authority than before, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to her side. Now in a fully submissive state, the Thunder God maneuvered himself between her legs.
Knowing there was no stopping the determined demigod, she spread her legs as wide as she could. Parts of her short tore as it was pushed up, revealing her engorged pussy to the Thunder God. Taking his divine lusts was going to be a test, even for a vessel of the Phoenix Force. He offered little tact as he locked eyes with hers, aligned his dick with her entrance, and thrust into her with his man hammer.
“Ohhh Thor!” Jean cried out. “It’s so…so big!”
“Yes, mortal wench,” he seethed lustfully. “Say thine, name! Say it with utter glee!”
His grip on her wrists tightened.
His imposing, muscular body pressed down against her, further securing his domination.
He leaned in, licked the side of her face, and began fucking her in a steady succession of bodily thrusts.
It was happening. Jean was fucking a demigod. Her inner muscles stretched more than usual to accommodate his length. Even with her arousal, it tested her mortal body in ways no cosmic power could prepare her for. It still felt incredible. She still felt a flood of intense sensations that left her completely at the mercy of the Thunder God.
“Yes! Oh yes! Thor! Oh mighty Thor!” Jean cried out.
With every movement, the bed shook. Every moan and grunt he evoked echoed across the temple. He was not too quick with his motions, favoring force over fervor in his sex. It ignited every pleasure nerve within her. She even felt some extra electricity in the sensations.
In addition to those divine feelings, Thor was exceedingly thorough in tasting her flesh with his lips. He kept licking around her neck and face, nibbling on parts of her neck, as if her were dining on a succulent meal. There was more hunger than affection in his actions, but it succeeded in adding more fuel to the fiery lust that drove their sex. She had to tap more of the Phoenix Force, just to process the feeling. However, that seemed to encourage Thor.
“Thou hast more power than you think,” he whispered into her ear with lurid glee. “Come! Show me thine fiery lusts!”
He stepped up the pace of their sex, adding urgency to her choice. Harder and faster, he worked his cock inside her. The weight of his body kept her pinned, his ripped manly flesh grinding against hers through every movement. Jean, in her pinned state, could only spread her legs wider and moan more blissful proclamations.
Eventually, the Phoenix Force reacted along with her body. Jean’s eyes continued to glow with the radiance of cosmic fires. As he fucked her harder, overwhelming her with more intense sensations, the radiance grew brighter. Jean’s body became surrounded by a fiery halo, much to the delight of the eager Thunder God.
“Yes! That’s what I want to see,” Thor said. “Come, my lady! Let us partake in the cosmic side of lechery!”
As the halo grew brighter, the Thunder God wrapped her in his muscular arms once more and held her up in his powerful embrace. Before Jean knew it, he had her hovering over the bed, her legs hooked around his waist while she clung to his shoulders for leverage. Now propped on his knees, he grabbed hold of her waist and began bouncing her on his rigid dick with great vigor.
Jean moaned louder as her inner folds slithered along his length. More overwhelming sensations surged through her, rendering her increasingly dazed by the ecstasy. The fiery aura around her body flared, much to Thor’s delight. His grip on her tightened, his powerful hands feeling like an unbreakable vice. He wasn’t just guiding her to a divine orgasm. He was pushing her towards it, as though he sought to drown her in an ocean of bliss.
“You are close, my lady. Thor can sense it!” he said intently.
“Yes! Oh yes! I’m close! I’m so…so close!” Jean panted.
“Then, do it!” Thor bellowed. “Join Thor as he takes you to the Springs of Valhalla! Join me…Lady of the Phoenix!”
His voice was so deep and intense. His forehead now resting against hers, he locked eyes with her again. Jean, with her eyes still glowing and the aura around her still burning, was about to peak. She sensed Thor was about to climax as well.
In his gaze, she saw a divine temptation. He was taking her to a place few mortal women had journeyed. It was so powerful and profound that it threatened to overwhelm the mortal side of her mind. It already felt like she was past the point of no return. She was going to climax with Thor, thereby fulfilling his divine desires.
However, just as that moment arrived, Jean whispered something into his ears.
“I’m ready…Loki.”
At that moment, the intense look in his eyes faltered.
At that same moment, Jean climaxed. However, it was satisfying in a very different way.
While Thor – or the figure appearing to be him – looked on in a state of shock, Jean threw her head back and let out an orgasmic cry. However, in addition to the rush of pleasure, she also unleashed a powerful burst of cosmic flame. It quickly filled the temple with the dazzling radiance of the Phoenix Force, illuminating the many Asgardian symbols throughout the temple. It also broke her free of his powerful grip and knocked him out of the bed. He didn’t even get a chance to climax.
“Aagh!” was all he got out.
He landed on the hard floor with a thud, still naked and still very erect. Before he could pick himself up, the cosmic flames radiating from Jean formed a cage-like structure around him. When he tried to escape them, they burned his flesh in ways that shouldn’t have been possible for a powerful Asgardian.
“Ahhh! You mewling quib! What is this sorcery?” he demanded, no longer sounding at all like Thor.
“Mmm…give me a minute…and I’ll explain,” said Jean, still hovering in mid-air as she writhed in orgasmic bliss.
“Save your breath, my dear maiden,” came a booming voice that echoed throughout the temple, “for the real Thor can spare you the trouble.”
As the flames of the Phoenix Force swirled around Jean, a blinding lightning bolt shot out from an emblem in the ceiling. Had anyone familiar with Asgardian runes paid close attention, they would’ve recognized the symbols denoting a special gateway. They were mostly used by Asgardian warriors for sneak-attacks in coordination with Heimdall. They also made for secret entrances in private domains, including temples.
From the flashing bolt, the familiar figure of Thor appeared. He looked just like the Thor that had greeted Jean moments ago. However, his poise was different. That difference only became more apparent when the figure in the flaming cage faded, replaced by the less honorable figure of Loki.
“And just like that, the mood is gone,” he muttered, now speaking in his natural tone.
“I beg to differ, dear brother,” scoffed Thor. “Did you not think we would notice that you had escaped the royal prisons?”
“The thought had crossed my mind,” Loki quipped. “It wouldn’t be the first time for such an oversight.”
“Aye,” he conceded, “but to disappear shortly after the All-Father tasked me with finding missing rune stones? My brother, you should be smarter than that.”
“What makes you think I haven’t-oww!”
The Trickster god attempted to attack through the fiery bars of his cage. He ended up burning himself again. He groaned angrily as he clenched his hand. He even tried forming some clothes, if only to hide his naked appearance from his smug brother. He quickly learned that Jean was smarter than he’d realized.
“What’s the matter, Loki? Can’t trick or deceive?” said Jean, still beaming from her sexual release.
“These flames,” he said, still clutching his hands, “they’re different.”
“They should be. They come courtesy of the Phoenix Force,” she said proudly. “You probably read up on all the things the Phoenix can do. When you said that Asgard knew about cosmic beings like the Phoenix Force, I believed you.”
“Tis a rare instance of Loki being truthful,” added Thor. “Such instances have been quite scarce, as of late.”
“I imagine you knew the breadth of its power. I don’t blame you for trying to control it by controlling me,” said Jean. “You just didn’t read the fine print.”
Jean, now in an impassioned mood, lowered herself back onto the bed. Still wearing a short skirt and boots, she joined Thor next to the cage. She playfully stood by him, making sure he had a good view of her breasts. It both taunted and tantalized the deceptive god, which seemed so fitting, given his history.
“At its core, the Phoenix Force purifies and cleanses the cosmos,” said Jean. “It burns away what doesn’t work. That includes lies, deceptions, and illusions…even those forged by a god.”
“In other words, you may employ as much arcane trickery as you wish. It will not save you this time,” Thor said. “You will remain encaged until you are returned to Asgard.”
That hard truth didn’t stop him from testing the fiery bars. He tried to escape again, directing his magic towards them. The structure barely flinched. If anything, they burned brighter. Loki groaned angrily as more exposed skin got burned. He continued glaring daggers towards him and Jean, but it didn’t change his fate.
“Clever, brother,” said Loki as he angrily rubbed his burnt hands. “You actually managed to trick a trickster, but had to use a crimson-haired harlot to do so.”
“If you’re trying to insult me, don’t bother,” said Jean. “Being insulted by the God of Lies might as well be a compliment.”
“Ha! Thine attitude is as robust as thine bosom, Lady Grey-Summers,” laughed Thor.
“You think my only recourse is mere insults?” Loki scoffed. “I still had my way with you, did I not? I know when harlots pretend to taste Valhalla’s delight and you hardly resisted.”
“So what if I got off?” shrugged Jean. “It just means I tricked you and had fun with it.”
“Your fun will earn you nothing more than my wrath!” he spat. “You think fooling me once will end this? Those missing stones are still out there. You wouldn’t have bothered tricking me if you’d found them.”
“So what if we haven’t found them?” said Thor. “You know the All-Father’s policy towards you, brother. Whenever you escape your well-earned punishment, you become Asgard’s top priority.”
“Bah! Such a feckless policy,” Loki scoffed. “You know as well I do that the All-Father has yet to make a prison that can hold me! So expect my vengeance to find you one day. And don’t expect it to be quite so enjoyable.”
His tone was menacing. Even within a cage of cosmic fire, Loki carried himself as the most capable god in all the nine realms. As much as Jean hoped that this would be her last encounter with Loki, she knew his reputation. He had a knack for escaping Asgardian justice and causing more chaos, especially to those who wronged him.
Looking over at Thor, she saw his demeanor shift as well. He gripped his legendary hammer and narrowed his gaze on his adopted brother. Other members of the Avengers had told Jean that Thor had a complicated relationship with his brother. As much as they clashed, he still held out hope that he might one day abandon his malicious ways. That day wasn’t coming anytime soon, but that sliver of hope kept Thor from abandoning his brother completely.
That didn’t mean he took Loki’s threats likely. It just meant that he had to respond to them carefully.
“I don’t doubt that you will continue evading Asgardian justice,” Thor told him. “I also don’t doubt that you will target the good and noble spirits of others, such as Lady Grey-Summers.”
“And I’m prepared to bear that burden,” said Jean proudly. “My husband and I can bear more than you think. We’ve made connections with the Avengers. Thanks to my little stunt here, we intend to make others in Asgard.”
“You think that’ll save you from my boundless disdain?” shot Loki.
“I’m certain you will try, if given the opportunity,” said Thor. “You may even attempt to exact your vengeance in a manner that I cannot prevent. That is in line with your devious nature. It could leave the fine lady here vulnerable.”
“Like I said, I can handle it. I have friends, lovers, a husband, and a cosmic force on my side,” said Jean, flashing a Phoenix-shaped halo to reinforce her point, “but something tells me that’s not enough for you.”
“Aye,” said Thor as he turned back towards Jean. “While I do not doubt your capabilities, Lady Grey-Summers, I remain concerned. I cannot always be present to protect you from chaos born of Asgard. But I can offer other assurances.”
“Like what?” Jean asked curiously.
A suggestive grin formed on his rugged face. Jean knew that look well. Loki had perfectly mirrored it earlier. Knowing she was looking at the real Thor gave it a much greater impact.
“In my vast experience with Loki’s enemies and beautiful maidens, the best recourse is to give such beautiful souls an incentive.”
“An incentive, you say?” Jean said with more intrigue. “What kind of incentive?”
“The kind that will endear your faith in Thor in a way you shan’t soon forget!”
Jean didn’t need telepathy or cosmic awareness to surmise what he had in mind. Her intrigue quickly turned to excitement as the imposing Thunder God set his enchanted hammer aside and drew her into a powerful kiss. It was a kiss full of powerful lust and divine desire. Having only gotten a taste of it thus far, Jean eagerly reciprocated the offer.
She was even more animated than she’d been earlier. As they hungrily kissed, Thor wrapped his muscular arms around her and felt up her half-naked body. She was already topless and still wearing the short leather skirt from earlier. When she lifted her leg up, allowing Thor to feel up her thighs, her butt and pussy were briefly exposed. Knowing Loki was still watching, she made it a point to put on a show.
The furious kissing quickly turned into divine foreplay. Jean could already feel his erection bulging through his pants. She also sensed a different kind of desire from Thor than she had with Loki, even though Loki used his brother’s form. It was less domineering and more genuine. Given how the first sex act had played out, it felt like the kind of act she needed at that moment.
“Hmf,” said Loki bitterly. “His mouth probably tastes like old mead and expired goat milk.”
“Mmm…mead and goat milk,” Jean purred seductively. “Sounds delicious! It’s making me so hot.”
In yet another act that drew Loki’s ire, Jean momentarily broke the embrace with Thor. Then, while still in plain view of the trapped trickster god, she slipped out of her skirt. She even wiggled her hips a little, shaking her ass right in his face. She felt his scorn, but she also felt Thor’s growing desire. Seeing her fully naked effectively sealed the Thunder God’s recourse.
“Lady Grey-Summers,” he said with escalating desire, “your nude form is a gift to thine eyes!”
“Aw, thanks!” she said playfully. “And if you’re offering incentive to me, then it’s only fair that I do the same.”
What she did next surprised the Thunder God more than anything Loki had done, which he was sure to despise. Like a horny sex goddess, she pounced on the imposing Asgardian with lustful intent. She kissed him again, pawing his chest and pushing him back towards the bed.
Along the way, he began removing his armor. Together, they got it off quickly, rendering Thor exposed from the waste up. His muscular physique was every bit as chiseled as Loki’s illusion. He must have just come from a recent battle because Jean felt even more muscles as she explored his upper body by means of more forepay.
When they reached the bed, Jean undid his pants, his growing erection still growing from their touch. As she began removing them, he sat down on the foot of the bed. Once they were at his ankles, she dropped to her knees and got face-to-face with that big, godly endowment between his legs.
“Another big, Asgardian cock,” Jean said eagerly as she squeezed his shaft with both hands. “And this time, it’s real!”
“Aye! Tis as real as thine ass and bosom,” said Thor.
“And I bet your brother was hoping to trick a blowjob out of me at some point. That’s too bad for him. Lucky for you, Thunder God, no tricks will be necessary!”
Jean could hear Loki grinding his teeth in rage as he watched on. That just motivated her even more to give Thor a blowjob worthy of a god.
She went to work on his divine endowment, taking much of his length into her mouth. It tested her jaw as much as her gag reflex. His dick was big and was still growing as he neared full arousal. Jean accelerated that process as she licked and sucked along his length. It tested the extent of her oral sex skills. They proved more than sufficient. Thor was already leaning back on his arms, grunting and gasping in approval.
“Ahh, Lady Grey-Summers!” he said in delight. “You wield thine tongue like I wield my hammer!”
“You probably say that to every wench who suckles your cock,” said Loki.
“Only to those who are worthy!” Thor retorted.
Knowing Loki was still watching, Jean bobbed her head up and down as she gave the kind of oral sex that evoked more jealousy. While Loki already harbored plenty of jealousy towards his brother, getting a blowjob from the same woman who’d tricked him definitely added to it.
Jean worked his shaft thoroughly, looking up at him like a faithful adherent offering gifts to the god. Unlike Loki, Thor didn’t demand it. He simply gave her an opportunity and she took it. For that, she offered her thanks, as well as her best blowjob. Through hard sucking and steady stroking, she got him completely fully erect. Between the prospect of more sex with a god and a trapped Loki watching them, Jean got very aroused as well.
Thor was ready.
She was ready.
It was time for more divine fucking.
“What say you, my Thunder Stud?” Jean said, looking up at him while still stroking his cock. “Was that blowjob worthy?”
“Aye! Most worthy indeed, my lady!” said Thor gleefully.
“Then, let us proceed,” she said seductively. “I think you’ll find my pussy every bit as worthy.”
Thor needed no convincing or sacred incantations to believe that. He was already looking at her with desire that mortal and god alike could appreciate. Jean shared in that desire and joined him on the bed.
Just as before, she pounced on him like the horny harlot that Loki tried to use as an insult. She grabbed him by the shoulders, crashed her lips against his, and pushed him further up on the bed until he was on his back. It completely reversed the roles from earlier. This time, Jean had all the dominating leverage. Thor might have been a god throughout Midgard, but he didn’t impose that divine will the way Loki had. That, more than anything, set him apart from his devious brother.
It also gave Jean an idea on how to put on another divine spectacle. While on top of the Thunder God, priming their bodies for sex, she whispered something into his ear.
“Lay back,” she told him. “I want Loki to watch me while I fuck you. And I want you to enjoy as much as he hates seeing it.”
“Lady Grey-Summers…such lurid predilections for such a fair maiden,” he said.
“Is that a turn-off?”
“I say thee nay!”
They shared a mischievous grin. For once, the Trickster God would be on the other side of such mischief. That added even more incentive to make their sex extra-divine.
Emboldened and motivated, Jean shot up from the naked Thunder God and positioned herself for another holy union. Thor remained on his back while she straddled his pelvis in a reverse cowgirl position. That gave her a perfect view of the fiery cage that still contained Loki. She could sense him trying to escape, but that just intensified the flames. Given the narrow space of his confinement, all he could do was watch as Jean aligned Thor’s dick with her pussy.
“Look, Loki!” she told him. “I’m going to fuck your brother!”
He muttered a string of curses that she couldn’t hear. He kept glaring daggers at her, even as she lowered herself onto his dick.
Sensations of hard penetration followed. His large dick stretched her inner muscles, just as before. Unlike before, Jean was ready for it. She needed little time to adjust before the fun began. With one hand on Thor’s thigh and another on her breast, she began riding his dick with playful glee. She even summoned some power from the Phoenix Force to add a little cosmic flare to go along with the Thunder God’s strength.
“Yes! Oh yes! Praise, the gods! Praise, Thor!” Jean exclaimed. “This big, hard dick…so mighty!”
“Praise on, my lady! Praise as you please!” Thor said.
Like an aspiring sex goddess, Jean fucked the powerful Asgardian. She bounced and gyrated her hips, skillfully working her pussy along his rigid cock. She was playful and elaborate with her movements, putting on a show for the embittered Loki.
She was loud and vulgar with every movement.
She licked her lips while casting a lecherous gaze.
She fondled her bouncing breasts, occasionally slapping her ass. While Loki only grew more bitter, Thor’s excitement grew. He joined in the fun, swatting her ass several times as well.
“Work thine ass, Lady Grey-Summers! Work thine ass!” Thor said.
Jean replied with more faster movements and louder moans. She was already on her way towards another orgasm. This time, she didn’t have to tap into the Phoenix Force just to endure Thor’s divine lust. She could just fuck him like a mortal woman and still enjoy it to the utmost.
That was something else with which to taunt Loki. He relied so heavily on his godly status. It showed in how he fucked her earlier. He didn’t appreciate the care and consideration that a more honorable god exercised in having sex with a mortal woman. Jane Foster once said it was among Thor’s most honorable traits. Jean wholeheartedly agreed.
“Oohhh Thor!” she moaned. “So…so good! You fuck me…so good! Much better…than your brother!”
“You really think this will break me? That this will somehow dissuade my wrath?” yelled Loki.
Jean answered with more impassioned gasps. She played with her breasts more fervently. She even licked her own nipples a few times, never once taking her eyes off the bitter trickster god. She was already close to another orgasm. She made sure he saw every lurid detail.
Between Thor’s more honorable approach to divine sex and her theatrics, the next climax approached rapidly. As it drew closer, Jean worked her hips harder and faster. His godly endowment slithered rapidly inside her depths, stimulating her in ways that felt plenty divine. It helped get him to the brink as well. She sensed it in the way Thor grasped her butt, letting out determined grunts that resembled those of his greatest battles.
That gave Jean another idea.
Thor seemed to have a similar idea.
“Thor…I’m ready!” Jean said intently.
“As am I, my crimson beauty! As am I!” Thor replied.
“Before you come…put it in my ass!” Jean said intently. “I only gave Loki my pussy. I want you…to have my ass!”
“And a fine ass it is!” he said proudly.
It earned her another incensed look from Loki. He must have planned on more elaborate sex acts before being exposed. This just rubbed more salt in the wound. Thor didn’t even have to trick her and he was getting her ass.
With effortless coordination, they adjusted their bodies to maximize Loki’s view. Jean got on her hands and knees. Thor rose up from the bed and positioned himself behind her. His cock only left her pussy in the process. Once he was in position, he guided it towards her waiting hole. Despite his size, Jean wasn’t the least bit concerned. She didn’t even take her eyes off Loki. She just gripped the sheets hard and waited for the moment.
The second he thrust into her again, Jean let out another vocal gasp. It started with a sharp sting, but she quickly adjusted. Having become so comfortable with various sex acts, including anal, she knew how to take a well-endowed man. Even on a whim, such momentary discomfort quickly morphed into greater pleasure.
“By the halls of Valhalla!” Thor gasped as he pushed his cock in deep. “Thine ass…so divine!”
“Ooh Thor!” Jean moaned out. “Please…fuck my ass! Fuck it till we come!”
He answered with a lustful grunt, worthy of any warrior, followed by fresh round of focused thrusts. He was more concise, working his godly manhood in her tight ass at a steady, yet thorough pace. He still demonstrated his Asgardian strength, rocking her body and her world on the path to another climax.
“Yes! Yes! Ohhh Hela yes!” Jean moaned.
“Say that name any louder and she might hear you,” groaned Loki.
“Watch us, Loki!” she said, unaffected by her comment. “Watch your brother fuck me! I want you to see…how a worthy god fucks!”
“A worthy god…indeed!” said Thor, his voice deep with lust.
They each eyed Loki as their naked bodies rocked through the final round of motions. When they crossed that final threshold, the movements steadied and the dam holding back the ecstasy broke. Once it hit, both Jean and Thor let out euphoric moans that were sure to leave a lasting mark in Loki’s memory.
“OOH! FOR MIDGARD!” they each yelled out.
Thor got his first. She felt his fleshy rod stiffen inside her, filling her depths with his divine juices. Jane warned her that Asgardian cum had some strong effects on a mortal woman’s biology, some of which explained why there were so many stories about gods seducing mortal women. The feeling that followed for Jean didn’t do justice to those stories.
The orgasmic pleasure hit like a bolt of lighting, which felt so fitting for a thunder god. She even heard thunder echoing from outside, as if the heavens were acknowledging their shared ecstasy. Jean shot up from her current state, grasped her breasts, and was extra emotive with her expression, leaving little room for doubt how much better it had been than the first.
Thor further supplemented her theatrics, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing down her neck. It was a considerate, honorable gesture for a god who had given her such a worthy fuck. She returned it in kind, proving that she’d been worthy of his desires.
“By the fruits of Yggdrasil,” Thor said breathlessly, “your loins are a heavenly delight.”
“Coming from the true God of Thunder, I appreciate that,” said Jean with a beaming smile. “Your worthiness is only matched by your endowment.”
“The grace of a goddess and the tongue of a harlot,” he laughed, “you are a special soul indeed, Lady Grey-Summers! I can see why the Phoenix Force chose thee.”
“And I can see why you’re so good with hammers.”
They shared another laugh before kissing again. Thor withdrew his cock, which still dripped with her juices. He continued savoring the taste, touch, and feel of her naked body. She sensed he still had plenty of divine lust to share. She also sensed Loki still watching, muttering more curses under his breath.
“Dirty wench and an arrogant fool,” he sneered while watching them make out. “Tis a match forged in Muspelheim. I’d call her just another glory-seeking whore, but I think she’s worse. She’s using you as much as you’re using her for passing pleasure, brother. Be certain I’ll treat her the same way you treat all your favorite toys one day!”
They didn’t respond. They just kept kissing and fondling one another. Loki was still as jealous as ever. Jean didn’t doubt he was already plotting some elaborate revenge scheme. He might even be a problem, especially if he got caught up in whatever had attacked Spider-Man, Rogue, and Ms. Marvel. Evoking his wrath
That was to be expected. Dealing with Asgardians often meant dealing with Loki’s mischief. That made forging good connections with them important. Thor had given her plenty of incentive to trust him to keep fighting the right battles. It couldn’t hurt to provide plenty of incentive as well.
“Just so you know, that cage will hold him for a good long while,” said Jean. “It should last until your father puts him in whatever cell he thinks can hold him.”
“That is good to know, my lady,” said Thor. “I assure thee that Odin has prepared a robust prison for my devious sibling. Although his capture will not allay his concerns regarding his missing rune stones.”
“I understand. Scott and I still intend to help with that,” Jean went on. “Scott is already on a mission of his own, looking for clues and insight. It’ll be a lot easier without Loki in the mix.”
“Thor agrees with thine take. Does thou intend to join him?”
“I certainly could,” said Jean coyly, “but I’m confident my husband can handle himself. And since we have some extra time on our hands, I’d like to make use of it.”
She cast Loki one more lurid glance before turning around, snaking her arms around Thor’s neck, and kissing him again. This time, she used a lot more tongue to let him know how she wanted to spend that time. She could already feel his member getting hard again. Asgardian physiology apparently had quick recovery times, both for battle and for sex.
“Mmm…thine loins are still as lively as thine spirit,” he said.
“Is that your way of saying you’re up for more sex?” Jean teased.
“Aye! Most definitely aye!”
They laughed playfully before resuming their foreplay. More tongue-heavy kissing followed. More groping and pawing ensued. Before Jean knew it, she was on her back with the Thunder God on top of her, ready for another round. When he parted her legs and thrust that godly dick back into her pussy, he made sure their naked bodies were still visible by Loki. She still felt his angry glares, but chose not to concern herself anymore.
For now, Jean was content to just enjoy more sex with a well-endowed god. It wasn’t as planned as before. She and Thor just followed their lustful whims and let the desire for more ecstasy followed. It further sealed the new connection she and Scott were forging. Like the Avengers, Thor and the rest of Asgard were powerful allies. They knew magic, as well as monsters. Depending on how new threats played out, they needed all the help they could get.
‘Having new allies always makes up for making new enemies. Having allies that have seen me naked seem to be more eager, as well. I’ll make sure Thor shares that sentiment. Hopefully, Scott is just as successful on his end. If there is a connection between this ongoing threat and the missing rune stones, then we’ll need plenty of eager allies.’
Asgard – Above Sylvenheim Tavern
“Oohhh! Spirits of Valhalla, yes!” moaned a very animated Sif. “Scott Summers…your tongue…I had no idea Midgardians could wield it so well!”
“Thank you, Lady Sif,” replied Scott in a polite, yet confident tone, “but what makes you think I’m finished?”
“By the gods!” was all she got out before descending into another fit of blissful moans.
Those moans had been filling the small, but well-furnished bedroom that was just above the Sylvenheim Tavern. They belonged to Lady Sif, one of the most celebrated and respected warriors in Asgard. She was best known for fighting alongside Thor during many of his most celebrated battles. There were even some instances in which she proved more capable than Thor. In terms of warrior spirit, her equals were few and far between.
In addition to her spirit, Sif had a passionate side that she only revealed to a select few. Thor was one of those select few, which set a high bar for Scott. He expected plenty of reluctance when she agreed to meet him on Asgard to discuss the missing rune stones that had been troubling Odin. She’d met and exceed those expectations in many respects. Scott doubted she would’ve listened to a single word had Thor not cashed in a favor before leaving for Norway. He had to make the most of that favor, which was part of what led them to this bedroom.
How they ended up there was secondary. At the moment, Scott’s primary mission involved giving Lady Sif the best oral sex any man from any realm had ever given her. Based on the noise she made and the way she clutched the headboard of the undersized bed, he was meeting those objectives.
“I’m getting close! Praise Odin, I’m getting close!” she gasped while squeezing the headboard so hard that it cracked.
Scott remained laser-focused on the task before him. As Sif lay on her back, her legs spread extra-wide in an impressive feat of flexibility, he immersed herself in the hot womanly flesh of her pussy. He lapped his tongue in and out of her depths, using his fingers to spread her folds so he could target her most sensitive areas. It had taken some extra effort, but he had her on the brink.
‘This isn’t just a trend anymore. It’s a skill and a tactic, more so than I could’ve imagined. I knew I’d have to prove myself to Sif before I even got to Asgard. I even expected it to get intimate. There’s no way Thor kept his mouth shut when he started coordinating with Jean, especially his closest friends. I just didn’t think Sif would be so quick to choose this recourse.’
It was hard to believe they’d gotten to this point already. Scott had arrived to meet Sif at the Rainbow Bridge with Heimdall a couple hours ago. Initially, she didn’t look the least bit impressed. Even though the X-men had traveled to Asgard before in a previous clash with Loki, she didn’t trust him for the same reasons she rarely trusted anyone from Midgard.
Scott spent the first hour convincing her that he and Jean were worth Asgardian time. He also had to squeeze in their ongoing concerns about unseen threats that even cosmic forces like the Phoenix couldn’t see. He didn’t claim that there were any connections to the missing rune stones that had troubled Odin, but he noted the distressing possibilities if that proved true.
Eventually, Sif’s intrigue overshadowed her mistrust. That intrigue evolved into a connection. When Scott began talking about his and Jean’s vision for X-Corp and their connection to the Phoenix Force, she took him more seriously. All the while, she’d been downing her share of mead from Sylvenheim Tavern. Scott didn’t recall what led her to seek a more intimate setting. He just remembered how she offered it to him.
“There’s a private room upstairs where whores invite patrons who’ve yet to run up their tab,” Sif told him. “Since the barkeep owes me a favor, I’d like to finish this exchange in more intimate settings.”
There was no subtlety in her tone. She’d had even grasped his wrists and stealthily guided it up her skirt, revealing that she didn’t have any underwear. Scott didn’t know if that was typical for Asgardian warrior women, but he didn’t bother asking questions. He just followed her up to the room.
Somewhere between dragging him through the crowd of drunk Asgardians and ascending the stairs behind the main bar, Sif began kissing and pawing him. She was intense and direct, but it wasn’t because of the alcohol. Scott sensed she was sober enough to test him in a very particular way. That test began the second they entered the small, but well-kept bedroom.
‘She might have planned this, but only to a point. She’s a warrior has had to do more than fight. Thor casts a large shadow in Asgard. She works hard to distinguish herself, no matter the strain. But enduring so much strain doesn’t leave much room for anything else…including pleasure.’
Sensing more issues than basic trust, Scott followed her passions from the door to the bed. She shed every bit of clothing along the way. Her warrior training had given her a beautiful, toned body worthy of an Asgardian. However, he’d barely had time to admire it. By the time they reached the bed, she’d gotten him out of his shirt and pants. From there, she led him onto the bed, spread her legs, and demanded he go down on her.
“Taste me! Immerse yourself in my loins!” Sif had told him. “Prove that you can bring an Asgardian warrior to paradise!”
She tried to sound seductive, but it came off as a challenge. Scott embraced that challenge, like he did with any high-stakes mission. There were still objectives to achieve, but those could not take precedent until he brought the proud warrior to orgasm.
That proved challenging. Even after he buried his face between her legs, it took a while to get a feel for her intimate flesh. He’d been told that Asgardian physiology was very similar to human physiology. That had proven true thus far, but it took some added effort to get her to the edge. Through a few more targeted teases with her tongue, he got Lady Sif over it and into that godly domain she craved.
“Oohhh Spirits of Valhalla, yes!” she exclaimed.
The same agility she showed in battle once again manifested. She arched her back, curled her toes, and moaned a string of Asgardian profanities that reverberated throughout the room. Scott even felt her inner folds contract around his tongue in accord with the waves of pleasure. In addition, a river of hot feminine juices seeped down her inner thighs, which he readily licked up.
“Mmm…Asgardian pussy,” Scott said. “It tastes divine.”
“I appreciate…your choice of words,” Sif said while catching her breath.
“Do they make me worthy, in your eyes?” he asked her.
“That’s another word…I’d choose carefully.”
As the former X-Men leader looked up from between her thighs, Sif cracked a smile. It was the first smile she’d shown since meeting him. That opened the door to other exchanges, including those of a non-sexual variety. Some might even benefit from occurring in such a private, intimate setting.
Once Sif came down from her orgasmic daze, she rose up and drew Scott into another embrace. It gave him a more comprehensive feel of her naked body, which she seemed more eager to share after experiencing his oral sex skills. Scott was just as interested in sharing. While he still had his boxers on, he was already partially aroused. Sif sensed it too, reaching down between them and feeling the growing bulge with her hand.
“Fleshly exchanges and intimate revelry are a powerful force,” she told him, still smiling, but adopting a more serious tone. “It’s something every being in every realm appreciates…some more than others.”
“Is Midgard one of them?” asked Scott coyly.
“I believe you’ve answered that question already,” said Sif, “and I suspect you still have others…including those that needn’t involve sensual proclivities.”
“You’d be right about that, Lady Sif. But I’m willing to confront those questions on a basis of preference. I understand I’m a guest here in Asgard. I’ll go along with what you deem proper.”
“That’s a noble sentiment, Scott Summers. And one that does not usually rouse my loins. However, in this unorthodox instance, the issues at hand are best confronted through intimate means.”
Scott’s curiosity grew, almost as much as his arousal. Sif remained serious, but he also sensed some excitement in her tone. She’d spent so much time fighting, training, and competing with fellow warriors. Opportunities for something like this must have been few and far between.
With more energy than most women showed after an orgasm, Sif broke the embrace and reached into her discarded armor, which she’d tossed atop a nearby dresser. From a small compartment near the breast plate, she retrieved a small stone with a Nordic inscription in it. She then rejoined him in the center of the bed and held it up for him to see.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Scott.
“It is, but only in part,” Sif answered. “This is an Asgardian Rune Stone. They are among the most basic tools of the mystic arts. Commonly forged by mages and sorcerers, they’re crafted to facilitate a variety of effects. Some are simple and hardly noteworthy. This one, in particular, was purchased at an Alfeim market.”
“It sounds like the simple type of stone,” he surmised.
“That’s because it is. They’re not as common as flies on spoiled meat, but they’re not rare either.”
Sif held it closer. She then closed her eyes and concentrated on it briefly. The stone reacted, giving off a soft pinkish glow. Scott sensed the energy radiating from the small relic. It wasn’t much, especially when compared to the Phoenix Force or even a powerful mutant. It still sent a message. These magic rune stones were capable of real effects.
“I’m showing it to you for the sake of reference, Scott Summers,” Sif continued. “The rune stones that went missing were among the most valuable in all the realms. They were so valuable that the All-Father saw fit to seal them in his vault.”
“Were they dangerous? Do you know what they did?” he asked.
“I’m afraid not,” said Sif with a sigh. “No one other than the All-Father knows of their power. I only know that he was deeply disturbed when some agent of Midgard managed to steal them.”
“What do you know about this agent? What makes him think he came from our world?”
“I only know as much as the All-Father told me,” she answered. “He says the devious wizard called himself Belasco. He didn’t say how or why he took the stones. He just said they were missing. And if he were to employ the power of those stones, then the damage he could do might leave every realm unbalanced.”
For the first time, the seriousness of this issue gained a greater context. He and Jean agreed that the attacks on Rogue, Ms. Marvel, and Spider-Man were serious. They also agreed that, when it came to magic, they were out of their element. Knowing that someone like Odin, a god-like being with plenty of god-like power to match, was concerned about these missing stones made it bigger than either of them expected.
The fact that the thief came from Earth added even more weight to the issue. He and Jean had been warned by others familiar with mystical forces that bold actions invited bold consequences. Wielding the Phoenix Force, celebrating their passion, and starting X-Force were more than just bold. If those missing rune stones were as powerful as Sif described, then the consequences could be far more dangerous.
“As a wielder of the Phoenix Force, I know the importance of balance better than most,” said Scott. “If these stones are really that dangerous, then rest assure my wife and I will help you find them.”
“You and your wife are honorable souls…not to mention quite generous with your intimate flesh,” said Sif with another half-smile.
“We’ve also learned the importance of intimate connections,” he added, grinning as well. “We’ve found them to be quite rewarding.”
“Indeed, they are,” the Asgardian warrior said. “And while I welcome your assistance and your connections, it is not up to me. Odin remains intent on keeping the search for these stones quiet. While that could change in time, I am authorized to forge a preliminary partnership with your kind. It isn’t much, but it is a foundation on which to build.”
“That’s all we really need. Nothing worthy ever got built without a foundation.”
Sif laughed at his remark. That was another first. Lady Sif was known for many things, most of which involved a sword. She was not known for having a sense of humor. Scott had made her laugh and climax within the span of a couple hours. That did plenty to lay a promising foundation.
Still smiling and holding the stone, she returned to Scott’s intimate presence. He embraced her with his arms, enjoying more of her exposed skin, which she welcomed. They remained in the center of the bed, the mood still very sensual, despite such serious issues.
“I’m glad we could forge this connection, Scott Summers,” said Sif. “I wish I could offer more than mere prospects of future cooperation.”
“You’ve delivered plenty,” Scott assured her. “I’d call this exchange successful in all the ways that mattered.”
“As would I,” she agreed, “but as Thor often says after a hardy meal, there’s always room for extra revelry.”
Sif’s attention drifted back to the slowing stone in her hand. Her smile widened as she clutched it harder, causing it to glow brighter. As it radiated more energy, Scott felt the sensual mood between them intensify. He also felt the arousal in his boxers escalate rapidly.
“I might have forgotten to mention this, but the rune I hold happens to be a fertility rune,” Sif told him.
“So I’ve noticed,” said Scott as he gazed at the glowing stone. “Of all the runes you could’ve used as an example, you chose a fertility rune?”
“This troubles you?” she teased.
“Not at all,” he replied. “It’s just surprising…and maybe a little telling.”
Scott was no expert in magic, but he knew enough to understand what made it potent. As the rune stone continued glowing between them, he leaned in and kissed the skilled warrior on her soft, rose-colored lips. She readily kissed back. A surge of passionate lust quickly followed, causing the rune stone to glow brighter.
It reacted to both their actions and their desires. Scott could already feel its energy supplementing that desire. His dick now stood fully erect within his boxers. When he slipped his hand between her thighs, he felt that Sif’s pussy had become wet with a fresh round of arousal. Magic or not, the desire was there. They just had to act on it.
“Fine! I admit it,” Sif said upon breaking the kiss. “I chose this stone. As a warrior who must fight harder than most to maintain her title, I rarely have time for fleshly indulgence.”
“That must be frustrating and lonely,” Scott said, still caressing her pussy with his hand.
“It is!” she said intently. “Since you’ve already proven your worthiness of Asgardian loins, I seek your intimate touch, Scott Summers. And by using this rune stone, you’ll appreciate their power even more!”
From a logistical and tactical perspective, it made perfect sense.
From a purely sensual perspective, it didn’t matter.
Sif wanted his sex. He wanted hers, having already gotten a taste. The rune stone seemed to detect that shared desire. Within Sif’s hand, it began flickering intensely, filling the room with more of its lustful energy.
“Take me, Scott Summers,” Sif whispered into his ear in a strong, yet seductive voice. “Revel with me!”
“I’d be honored, Lady Sif,” Scott replied.
They kissed again to affirm their intentions. At that moment, the rune stone rose up out of Sif’s hand. It eventually stopped just a few feet from the ceiling, hovering over the bed and bathing it in its exotic energy. It was like a beacon emanating pure lust. Scott felt it wash over him and Sif like a waterfall. Together, they dove in.
As their lips and tongues twirled, Scott shed his boxers. His erect member finally came free. He felt it stiffen even more under the light of the stone. Now as naked as the Asgardian warrior, they fell back on the bed together.
From there, they made out in a chaotic outburst of foreplay. They kissed, touched, groped, and fondled. Sif quickly took a keen interest in his penis. She stroked and rubbed it intently, feeling it throb in her hand, as if reacting to the energy from the rune. Scott felt a similar effect in her pussy. She was so hot and wet, aching for a more intimate touch.
His flesh craved hers.
Her fleshed craved his.
The power of the rune stone just added extra fuel to the fire.
“Scott Summers, leader of X-Men and wielder of the Phoenix Force,” said Sif, abruptly ceasing their heated gestures, “you proved your worthiness before. Now, I’d like to prove mine.”
“You don’t have to,” said Scott, “but I won’t stop you from making the effort.”
“A wise choice,” she with a mischievous undertone, “and when I’m through with you, it shall rank as one of the wisest you ever made!”
Never one to stop a beautiful, horny women when she was determined, Scott let the proud warrior make good on her word.
She worked quickly. Using her Asgardian strength, she laid him on his back. He now mirrored the same position as her when he’d given her oral sex. Sif then mounted him like a stallion, straddling his waist and aligning his erect dick with her moist slit. She even remained upright, allowing the light from the stone to illuminate her naked body. It was a truly divine sight.
“Lady Sif,” Scott said in awe. “Your beauty is truly godly.”
“Thank you, my handsome Midgardian,” she replied. “Though, I should warn you, my skills in the art of sex are a different kind of divinity.”
She spoke with a confidence and bravado that rivaled Thor. Knowing how much Asgardians valued vindicating their worth, Scott held onto her hips and watched Sif deliver on her word.
It began with a downward thrust of her hips, driving her pussy down onto his cock. Her tight, moist flesh quickly surrounded his manhood. It was ecstasy, her body embracing his in the spirit of intimate revelry. They each gasped as they took in the feeling, but Sif didn’t linger. As soon as his cock was fully inside her, she began riding it and she rode it hard.
“Yes! Feel it with me, Scott!” Sif proclaimed. “Feel the sweetest fruits of thine flesh!”
She grabbed hold of his waist, locked eyes with him, and utilized every bit of leverage in the sexual outburst that followed. She rocked and undulated her hips, skillfully working the tight folds of her pussy along the length of his dick. She was so focused and intense. Scott could easily imagine her utilizing a similar expression in the heat of battle.
To those facing her wrath, it must have inspired fear and dread.
To those indulging her lust, it only evoked awe and ecstasy.
Scott was glad to have her allegiance. In an effort to mirror her distinct approach to intimate activity, he matched her intense gaze with his own. He also shared in the effort, squeezing her butt with his hands and thrusting his hips upwards in accord with her movements. It didn’t just intensify the pleasure. It established a unique mood for their sex.
“Lady Sif,” Scott panted in between movements, “so sexy, strong, and determined!”
“Scott Summers,” Sif panted in a similar tone, “so honorable, dedicated, and endowed!”
It was so intimate, but so serious.
It was rigorous, but not too rough.
One moment, it felt like a mix between fucking and fighting. The next, it felt like an intimate connection between two worthy souls. It was distinct, but effective. Their naked bodies moved together with effortless harmony. His manhood and her womanhood perfectly complemented one another, providing the kind of intimate stimulation that led them down the path of ecstasy.
As they each worked towards their peak, the glowing rune stone above flickered more erratically. Pleasure supplemented desire. The bed rocked and the walls shook with the echoes of their moans. Scott shifted his grip from her butt to her breasts, squeezing them as they bounced to every movement. Sif leaned forward, pawing his chest and stepping up the pace as their shared climax drew near.
“Sif…I’m ready,” Scott said in preparation for his release.
“As am I, my Midgardian stud! As am I!” said Sif.
The Asgardian warrior was every bit as animated as she’d been earlier. Her expression tensed and her movements became more erratic. Scott tightened his hold on her breasts while she dug her nails into his chest. Together, they followed the glorious path to their own personal Valhalla. Like an army storming the gates of a fortress, they led the charge together.
“Ohhh Sif!” he gasped.
“By the Gods, yes!” Sif exclaimed.
Scott made the first charge. Within her hot flesh, his manhood throbbed before spraying a load of manly juices inside her. Powerful waves of ecstasy followed, the glowing light of the rune stone adding a special warmth to the feeling. Sif soaked up his load and mixed it with her own, her pussy contracting around his flesh as she enjoyed another release. Again, she demonstrated uncanny flexibility, arching her back and writhing with thankful cries to the heavens.
It was a divine sight to go along with a wonderful feeling. As they each soaked in the feeling, panting heavily as they shared in the indulgence. It culminated with Sif casting him the biggest smile he’d seen thus far. It might have been the biggest smile she’d shared with anyone in quite some time.
‘Wow! So that’s the power of magic in its most mundane form. If that’s what one basic rune stone could do, what could be possible with ones that went missing?’
It was a distressing prospect, but one Scott was not in a position to contemplate. Beyond the spectacle, it made Sif’s point. It highlighted the potency of the rune stone’s power. Scott had wielded the Phoenix Force with Jean long enough to know the difference between ordinary sex and the kind enhanced by an outside force. While not quite as powerful as making love on the moon in a halo of cosmic fire, the effects of this simple rune stone impressed him.
“That was great,” Scott said breathlessly, “but I’m up for more. I want more. Is that normal?”
“Aye,” said Sif with a mischievous grin. “Did I not mention that this particular rune stone is commonly used in orgies and decadent fertility rituals?”
“No, but I probably could’ve guessed,” he said with a chuckle.
“Then, do I need to convince you to continue in our revelry?”
“As long as I’m still worthy in your eyes, I’d be honored, Lady Sif.”
She kept smiling under the light of the glowing rune stone. He smiled back and kissed her again, resuming the same furious exchange of intimate gestures from earlier. His dick remained hard, her pussy remained wet, and the lust between them remained strong. The energy of the rune stone had given them everything they need to continue their indulgence. Scott chose to make the most of it with his new Asgardian connection.
Sif shared that spirit as they engaged in more sex acts. They became less coordinated, but neither one of them lost focus. Like a true test of worthiness, they challenged one another to keep up. Scott remained determined to meet that challenge as well as any mortal man who just happened to be familiar with how cosmic forces affected sex.
‘I told Jean we had to make a lasting impression with our new friends. I don’t doubt she’s doing her part with Thor. He’s probably going to brag about it the second he gets back to Asgard. The least I can do is give Sif something to brag about as well.’
Through the shared focus and desire, Scott embraced Sif’s preferred style of revelry. That involved going at it with reckless abandon under the light of the rune stone. He usually couldn’t afford to be that reckless when wielding cosmic power during intimate moments. Sif made clear that, as hardened warrior, she could handle it.
He picked her up in his arms, pinned against the nearest wall, and fucked her hard until she climaxed again.
He bent her over the nearest table, grabbed her by the hips, and fucked her from behind until he climaxed too.
She returned the favor by guiding him back to the bed, straddling his waist, and riding his cock while he leaned back on his arms to watch the show. They both climaxed after that.
Together, they went at it without reservation, working up quite a sweat and damaging plenty of furniture along the way. Sif ended up breaking the headboard over the bed and Scott knocked one of the tables over, causing it to break. That did little to slow them down. He’d offer to compensate the owner of the tavern, assuming Sif hadn’t already planned for that too. If the way she fucked were any indication, this wasn’t the first room she’d destroyed in an outburst of decadent revelry.
“Fuck me, Scott Summers!” Sif kept saying. “Fuck me like the warriors of legend!”
Scott responded only with actions, caressing and savoring her naked body through more ravenous sex. It told her everything she needed to know about the kind of man he was. Even if she didn’t have the best opinion about Midgardians, he gave her plenty of reasons to admire him.
The revelry lasted through multiple rounds of ecstasy. Whether they called them orgasms or trips to Valhalla’s wellsprings, he and Sif indulged in every wondrous sensation. It only slowed when the light of the rune stone began to fade. Just before it let out, Scott and Sif made their way back to the center of the bed. From there, she laid on her side with him spooning her from behind, pumping his cock into her for one last trip.
“By the Gods! Yes!” Sif cried out when the feeling hit.
At that moment, their sensual movements slowed. Scott’s hand found hers as they cherished one more release. As soon as it passed, the hovering rune stone stopped glowing and fell to the floor. Its mystical energy ceased. They were now just two naked figures, exhausted by so much revelry.
Heavy breathing and content moans replaced the determined grunts that had filled the room. When their exchange finally complete, Sif rolled over to face him and impart one last kiss.
The rune stone above tScott returned the gesture before settling into a divine afterglow.
“Lady Sif,” he said into her ear, “you are a special kind of worthy.”
“As are you, Scott Summers. As are you,” she replied with another rare smile. “Consider yourself an honored guest of Asgard, as well as an ally of this proud warrior.”
“The feeling is mutual. I’ve already learned a lot about magic and the power of these rune stones. I hope to learn more as Jean and I make more connections.”
“Does that, pray tell, include those of an intimate nature?”
“Of course,” Scott said without hesitation. “We know first-hand how effective those connections can be. You’ve just given us reason to keep pursuing them.”
Sif’s smile widened. She seemed both impressed and intrigued by this approach. Asgardian warriors weren’t used to pursuing connections that didn’t involve violence, swords, and magic hammers. He might have inspired Sif to change that approach. If it worked well for him and Jean, then why couldn’t it work for Asgard?
The potential was there, as were the means. All they needed were the connection. He and Jean could be that connection. Whatever threats or chaos they faced, it couldn’t hurt to have such worthy allies.
“Indeed, your approach is effective…more so than I thought,” said Sif. “It leads me to wonder if it couldn’t also work with others.”
“Others? Like who?” Scott asked curiously.
“As it just so happens, one individual does come to mind. Thor and the Avengers have crossed paths with him. You’re X-Men might have crossed paths with him as well. But with some added resources from Asgard, you might gain a special ally in the world of gods and magic!”
Japan – Kansai International Airport
“Enough of this, Brian! I already told you. I wouldn’t be flying halfway around the world if it weren’t urgent,” said a restless Elizabeth “Betsy” Braddock. “You and I both know what happens when someone with reality-warping powers is left unchecked.”
“I haven’t forgotten, Betsy,” replied the worried voice of her twin brother over a secure line, “but Mad James Jaspers is already contained. I confirmed that personally. Why fly all the way to Japan when we don’t even know it’s the true source?”
“I know what I sensed. And the call went out to me, personally. This woman – Kwannon, as she called herself – somehow knows that I specialize in dealing with unstable minds. How she knew that, I can’t say. But nobody could’ve made that connection if it weren’t serious.”
“And you don’t find that at all suspicious?” her brother said skeptically.
“Of course, I find it suspicious. That’s why I’m taking extra precautions. Nobody will get the jump on me, Brain. I’ve made sure of that. Now quit worrying and let me do what I do best.”
Betsy didn’t wait for her twin brother to argue with her. The chartered plan she’d taken from her home country, England, was on its final approach. She could already see the Osaka skyline out the window. The sun was just starting to rise and she had a long day ahead of her. Between another possible reality-warping mutant and jet lag, it promised to be arduous.
“Bloody hell,” Betsy said with a heavy sigh, “another day, another tear in the fabric of reality. I need to find another calling in life. I can’t be the one who attracts this sort of rubbish at every turn.”
After closing the secure com-link, the telepath and former model rubbed the temples of her head. She’d already endured her fill of eccentric mutants who could warp reality. It didn’t help that she was related to one in her older brother Jamie. She suspected that was why Kwannon requested her specifically when she called STRIKE the other day. Betsy hadn’t set out to be sole authority in dealing with reality-breaking threats, but that appeared to be her current path.
She didn’t mind her role with STRIKE. Being from such a prestigious family with ties to Otherworld, Betsy had been groomed all her life to fight these kinds of battles. She’d managed to survive thus far, but she didn’t share her twin brother’s passion for such a role. After this, she seriously considered making a change.
That all depended on how serious this call was. Kwannon hadn’t given specifics. She just claimed that someone was opening portals across the world using more than just traditional magic. It was causing major disruptions in the natural order of things. It didn’t take a telepath to understand the dire implications, but being one certainly helped.
“Just get through this,” Betsy told herself. “Find the problem, deal with it, and start making new plans. I can’t keep following my family’s path like this. I need my own path for once.”
She let out another heavy sigh before strapping in for the final descend. As Betsy contemplated the difficult conversations she planned to have with Brian, a redheaded the stewardess walked by with a cart.
“One more drink before we land, my lady?” she asked in a thick English accent.
“God, yes,” Betsy said.
“Comin’ right up,” she said. “Sounds like you could use something strong.”
“You read my mind, luv,” she said, laughing at the irony.
The woman quickly made her drink. Betsy didn’t ask for specifics. She just needed something to calm her nerves for the mission at hand. As soon as the stewardess set the drink down, she grabbed it and gulped it down. She recognized it as a mix of scotch and fruit juice. It wasn’t her first choice for a hard drink, but it got the job done.
As it went down her throat, she felt its effects. They came quicker than expected.
“This is good,” said Betsy. “What’s in it? It’s rather…strong.”
“You like it?” the woman said. “It’s a little something special. I reserve it for a select few.”
“Really? What made me so special?” she said. “Why would you…”
Betsy’s words abruptly trailed off. In the span of a few seconds, the effects of the drink intensified. They were far too intense to be from alcohol. Betsy had been with STRIKE long enough to know when someone spiked a drink. Before she could surmise what it was, her world began spinning. She must have been hallucinating because the stewardess’ skin turned blue and her eyes turned yellow.
“Hnn…bloody hell,” Betsy groaned.
“Don’t fight it,” said the stewardess, her voice sounding very different. “For your own good, don’t fight anything that’s about to happen. Don’t make the same mistake I did. Don’t give the Goblin Queen an excuse to hurt you more than she already plans to.”
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