{Chapter: 222: Stormy Night With Shieldmaiden of Asgard I (R-18)}
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, revealing the sprawling penthouse suite on the top floor of the hotel. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering Manhattan skyline, city lights twinkling like distant stars.
Lady Sif stepped out first, barefoot now, her elegant black stilettos dangling from one hand. The midnight silk dress she'd worn to their romantic dinner clung to her athletic curves—deep V-neck exposing the inner swell of her full breasts that were hidden from the world with the golden shawl, high slit flashing toned leg with every step.
Her blonde hair cascaded loose down her back, wind-tousled from the rooftop terrace where they'd shared dessert under the stars, trading slow kisses between bites of chocolate and whispered memories.
Aiden followed, locking the door behind them.
The click felt final, sealing them away from Asgard, Midgard duties, wars, and months of separation. He was taller than most men she'd known, broader from battles that had infused him with cosmic power—strength and stamina far beyond human or even Asgardian limits.
His dark eyes devoured her, remembering every detail of their last time together: the hidden glade in a forgotten realm where he'd been her first, claiming her virginity in a storm of passion that had left them both trembling and marked forever. No one else had touched her since.
The ache of that long absence burned in his chest.
"Sif," Aiden said, voice low and rough with emotion. He crossed the marble foyer in three strides, stopping just short of her. "I've carried you in my thoughts every day since that glade. No battle, no realm could dull it."
She turned, stormy gray eyes softening in a way few ever saw. Sif, shieldmaiden of Asgard, second only to Brunnhilde in valor, wielder of sword and will—yet here she let the armor fall.
"And I you, Aiden. The All-Father's tasks kept me away, but every swing of my blade echoed your name." Her voice cracked just slightly on the last word—vulnerable, hungry.
He closed the distance, cupping her face with both hands. Their first kiss of night was slow, reverent—lips brushing, tasting the lingering sweetness of wine and chocolate from dinner.
Tongues met gently, exploring like rediscovering sacred ground.
Sif sighed into his mouth, a soft "Mmm…" escaping as her hands slid up his chest, feeling hard muscle beneath his shirt.
Aiden walked her backward toward the enormous king bed, never breaking the kiss. He lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the mattress, hands sliding down to bunch the silk at her hips. "Let me see you," he murmured against her lips. "All of you, like the first time."
Sif nodded, lifting her arms. He peeled the dress over her head in one smooth motion, silk whispering against skin. She wore nothing beneath—breasts heavy and perfect, pink nipples already tight with arousal; flat, toned muscular stomach leading to the neat dark patch between strong thighs. Her body was a warrior's: sculpted muscle, faint battle scars like silver threads, yet undeniably feminine.
Aiden took in an eager breath, pupils dilated by lust, he shed his clothes quickly—shirt, pants, boxers—revealing his thick, veined cock already rigid and leaking at the tip. Sif's breath hitched; she remembered how he'd stretched her that first night, how perfectly he'd fit.
He knelt between her parted thighs, hands gentle on her knees. "Beautiful," he breathed, leaning in to press open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh. Sif shivered, fingers threading into his hair. "Aiden… please…"
A silencer ripped from his fingers before he slid them reverently inside of her. She could feel every part of his fingers inside her. She had rarely indulged herself after she had fallen for him, unable to reconcile his loss for many months. Now, she allowed herself to enjoy this snatched moment.
His tongue soon joined his fingers and she squirmed a little with the pleasure that he was giving her. Each touch and lick was precise, he had certainly not forgotten her body in their time apart. It seemed like he was deliberately honing in on exactly where she wanted him. As well as giving her an explanation, an apology with his body as they could not seem to manage it with words. She almost did not want to hear it that way, he was too good and twisting truths and using them to appear to take advantage.
As she pressed her palms to the bed to stop herself from crying out with pleasure from his attentions, he lapped up her release.
His tongue found her folds—slow, deliberate licks from entrance to clit. She gasped, hips lifting. "Ahh… yes… just like that…"
He savored her taste—sweet, musky, divine—circling her clit with tender flicks, then sucking gently. Two fingers slid inside her slick heat, curling to stroke that sensitive front wall.
Sif moaned softly, melodic and breathy—"Mmm… deeper… love… ohh…"He built her slowly, romantically, until her thighs trembled. "Aiden… I'm… ahh!" She came with a trembling cry, walls fluttering around his fingers, a gush of wetness coating his tongue.
He drank her down, then rose, cock nudging her entrance. Before she had even begun to come down, he pressed inside and filled her so perfectly and neatly.
Eyes locked, he pushed in inch by inch. Sif's head fell back. "Ohhh… so full… Aiden…" Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. He rocked gently at first—long, loving strokes that hit every nerve. "You feel like home," he whispered, kissing her neck, her collarbone, capturing a nipple to suckle.
Sif's moans stayed soft, intimate—"Mmm… yes… right there… I love you…"—hips rolling to meet him.
He had always seemed to have been made to connect with her like this and she tried to focus on the fluttery feelings of her walls riding out the last of her orgasm around him.
He kissed her passionately and she arched into him. When he twitched inside her, they were silently defiant in the face of duty. He twitched again and she shifted her hips. Their kisses became less fluttery and more passionate and he twitched again, swelling to full hardness. A furtive thrust was followed by a more determined one and then another. His whispered name spilled from her lips and he made a strangled, cut-off noise between the slaps of their flesh coming together.
Aiden slid his arms beneath Sif's back and gripped her shoulders as they fucked furiously on the soft bed. Her name came from him in gasped passionate cries and she hoped most fervently that his silencing spell was working.
They both could tell how much the other had missed them, how much the other still desired them and how much they both longed for their connection once again.
Their bodies, their flesh, their feelings and they were entwined and connected more intimately than any knew. There was nothing gentle about it as they tried to take in as much of each other as they could. She welcomed the roughness, the desperation and need as they slammed their bodies together as fast and as hard as they could.
It all culminated too soon. She was not yet ready to let go, but as she crashed in to her second orgasm, he groaned her name reverentially as he stiffened then relaxed with his release. She could feel him pulsing himself into her and she grabbed his pale, taught buttocks as they clenched with his orgasm and dug her nails ruthlessly leaving faint white marks that healed instantly. The cry he gave only spurred her on to dig harder and she covered his lips with her own before they were both spent and sagged back on to the hard floor as though it were the softest mattress.
They sank into desperate kissing, alternating with soft and sweet caresses and butterfly-light presses of their lips and fingers.
The build was slow, sweet; when he felt her tighten again, he buried deep and came with a low groan, thick hot ropes flooding her womb. "Take it all, my goddess…"
Sif followed, a quiet, shuddering "Ahh… yes… fill me…" as her walls milked him dry.
They stayed joined, breathing together, foreheads touching. But the fire only smoldered.
Sif's eyes darkened with hunger. "That was perfect," she whispered. "Now… give me the storm I've craved for years."
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak from her swollen pussy—creamy white against her flushed pink. Sif whimpered at the loss.
"Don't tease…"He flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up.
"No teasing. Just taking." He slammed back in with one brutal thrust. The wet slap echoed; Sif cried out—"Ahh! Fuck yes! Harder!"
The romance shattered into raw need. Aiden gripped her hips, pounding relentlessly—deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts swing and her ass ripple. Sif pushed back fiercely, warrior strength meeting his cosmic power.
"Deeper… Aiden… wreck my womb!" she demanded, voice breaking into lewd moans.He reached under, fingers finding her clit and rubbing fast.
"You want my seed again? Beg for it." Sif's pride cracked.
"Please… fill me… breed me like you did the first time… ahh!"
She drew her legs tighter to his buttocks to prevent him from doing so anyway. His breath tickled her ear and she tilted her head to the side as he drew the lobe into his mouth and nibbled on it, his erection giving another twitch and nestled in the warmth of her depths.
Aiden shifted his hips and moaned into her ear as he reached full hardness again and he drew back and pushed in gently. He repeated it and she moaned his name to the silence-charmed air of the bedchamber.
As they thrust together, as they kissed, Sif realised that he was being possibly more gentle with her than ever before. It threatened to break her heart and she gripped his backside to drive him even deeper, to grind right up against her cervix. The small bites of pain only enhanced the sweet pain feelings between them.
"Sif."
He moaned her name in her ear again and she nibbled his neck in return. As he pushed into her, she thrust against him and as he pulled back, she sighed with pleasure.
Each stroke echoed in her heart, it was almost frightening how much she had missed this, missed him. Their lips met and their tongues twined together again as they shifted together.
She briefly wondered if his penchant for the dramatic was rubbing off on her, but the thought was lost when he dropped his lips to her breasts. He shuddered and gasped against her and she drew her knees up higher to force him as deep as he could go.
He roared, slamming home and erupting—pulse after thick pulse flooding her depths, overflowing instantly, dripping down her thighs in sticky ropes.
He emptied himself completely inside of her. She shifted slightly and used her powerful pelvic muscles to coax more from him as she kissed him breathless to cover any noise from escaping.
Sif screamed—"Oh All Father! Cumming is so hard!"—her body convulsing, squirting around his cock onto the sheets.
He finally spilled his last and his head sunk into the swell of her gorgeous breasts.
No pause. He flipped her onto her back, legs over his shoulders. The new angle let him hammer her cervix. "Round three," he growled.
Sif's nails scored his arms. "Nnnh… yes… pound me… own me!"
Aiden pulled his dick until it was two inches inside her and then quickly put it back inside hers.
"Aaaaaaahhhh~" Sif let out a loud moan and felt his penis hit the G spot hard.
Aiden's waist moved back and forth, then bent down to her neck and began licking and sucking hard until he left a trail, then went down to the collarbone and left a trail there too, then looked at the erect nipple and put it in his mouth and sucked hard, while using one of his hands to play with her other breast.
"Aaaahh~Ethan! Aaahhhh~more." Sif moaned loudly while pushing her hips forward to meet his thrusts.
"Ahhh ... Ahh... I'm cumming ... I'm cum --- Annn," Loud screams from her mouth filled the room.
The headboard slammed the wall—once, twice—cracks forming in plaster."Fuck… your cock… so big… stretching my pussy!" she wailed, voice high and desperate.
After a while Aiden reached orgasm too.
Aiden's hips blurred, superhuman stamina letting him go harder, faster. "Take every inch… every drop!" He came again, flooding her womb until her belly swelled visibly, cum gushing out with each withdrawal.
The bed frame groaned, one leg snapping. They tumbled laughing to the carpet—but lust didn't care. Sif shoved him down, straddling him. "My turn to ride." She sank onto him with a lewd squelch—"Ohhh… so deep…"—and began bouncing hard, breasts jiggling wildly.
Aiden slapped her ass—sharp crack. "Ride me like the shieldmaiden you are!"
Sif moaned throatily—"Unnh… yes… spank me… fuck!" She ground her clit against his pelvis, pace frantic. A side table rattled; a crystal vase toppled and shattered, shards glittering on the floor.
She leaned back, hands on his thighs, exposing herself fully. "Thumb my clit… make me cum again!" Aiden obeyed, rubbing furiously. Sif shattered—"Aaaah! Aiden! Filling me… again!"—walls pulsing, milking another load deep into her womb. Cum overflowed, soaking his balls and the carpet.