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{Chapter: 224: Stormy Night With Shieldmaiden of Asgard III (R-18)}
She squirted hard—hot, forceful jets arcing over his abdomen and chest, drenching him completely. He thrust upward to meet her convulsions and exploded once more—thick, surging ropes blasting upward, adding yet another heavy load to the flood already bloating her womb.
Cum bubbled out in obscene quantities, running in rivulets down his balls and pooling on the carpet in a growing, warm, sticky mess.
Sweat-drenched, trembling, breathing in harsh pants—they were both wrecked, but the fire between them burned hotter than ever.
Sif slid off him with a wet, sucking sound, legs wobbling but determination blazing in her eyes. She grabbed his wrist and yanked him upright.
"Wall. Now. Pin me there and fuck me until the whole building feels it."
Aiden lifted her effortlessly—his strength making her powerful frame feel almost weightless—and slammed her back against the nearest wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist like iron bands; he thrust upward, burying himself balls-deep in one savage stroke.
"You're dripping my cum everywhere—look at the mess you're making," he rasped, beginning to pound her against the wall with deep, rolling thrusts that lifted her body slightly with every plunge.
Sif clawed at his shoulders, nails carving fresh bloody lines that only spurred him harder.
"Harder… break the fucking wall if you have to… break me… ahh—gods—yes—don't stop!"
Aiden held her pinned against the wall and then began to fuck her much faster ramming her insides with every thrust and then pressing even harder against her once he was in.
She yelped every time, but she didn't feel the need to scream anymore. He was right; there was pleasure interwoven in heaven. His cock was so thick that he dragged against her womb with every shift of his hips, and his hands pressed against her heavy tits every time he pulled out far enough before a thrust.
Aiden began grunting as the thrusts started to get faster, harder, more vigorous. Soon, Sif couldn't breathe hard enough to cry out in time with the thrusts, and she couldn't tell if she was moaning or crying anymore. Equal measures of pleasure tore through her. A pressure was building inside her again.
While the other orgasms had built up quickly, this one took its time. Such were the extremes of the sensations her body was being subjected to, she wasn't sure she could survive coming again, but it was too late to get her defenses up again. She was his to do with as he saw fit.
Every upward slam drove her spine into the drywall. Cracks spiderwebbed outward like lightning strikes. The large decorative mirror beside them rattled violently in its ornate frame—then, with one particularly vicious thrust, the entire thing shattered in a dazzling cascade of glittering shards that rained down onto the carpet behind them.
Sif laughed wildly through her moans, head thrown back against the denting wall.
"Yes—yes—like that—pound my womb—give me more—fill me until I overflow completely!"
He pinned her harder, hips snapping like a piston, and came with a deep, animal groan—another scorching, heavy flood jetting deep inside her, so voluminous it leaked instantly down the curve of her ass and dripped onto the marble floor in thick, pearly strands.
The wall now bore a clear dent; plaster dust drifted down like ash from a battlefield.They were far, far from finished.
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"Can you stand?" Aiden asked, his voice rough with lingering desire, eyes locked on Sif's flushed, sweat-glistened form.
"I think so," Sif replied, her tone a mix of tired challenge and breathless anticipation. As the fierce Asgardian warrior goddess—unyielding in battle, loyal to her realm, and always ready to charge into chaos—she reveled in this rough dominance, her body humming with the thrill of being claimed so thoroughly.
He slowly drew his massive cock from the tight ass of her body with a wet, obscene squelch, the sound echoing lewdly in the confined space. Strings of their mixed fluids clung between them, stretching before snapping free.
All that pounding had taken its toll, and her legs were shaking so much that she thought they might give out on her, but Sif—ever the resilient shieldmaiden—pushed through, her warrior spirit refusing to yield.
She wavered for a moment, then managed to find her balance by leaning against the mirror of the bathroom, her palms pressing flat against the cool glass. The stall smelled like sweat, raw passion, and the best rough sex imaginable—musky, intoxicating, a testament to their unbridled lust.
They were both a complete mess: her blonde hair plastered to her flushed face in wild strands, beads of sweat tracing down her toned, battle- body, and she was too afraid to look at the damage between her legs, knowing her pussy was swollen, leaking, utterly wrecked from his relentless claiming.
Aiden grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging in with possessive force, and bent her over so that she was facing the mirror with her ass sticking out invitingly—round, firm, red from clapping yet begging for more.
Sif glanced at her reflection: eyes glazed with hunger, lips parted in a needy gasp, breasts heaving with each breath. She loved this—loved how he turned her into a quivering mess while still respecting her strength.
He pushed her down farther, her breasts pressing against the mirror's cold surface, nipples hardening instantly, and then shoved his cock back into her with one brutal thrust.
They gasped in unison as he filled her up completely, stretching her walls to their limit.
This angle let him go deeper, hitting all the sweet spots just right, sending jolts of electric pleasure racing through her core.
"Sif," he groaned, "your pussy feels so damn good—tight, wet, gripping me like it never wants to let go. I almost lost it on the first stroke just now, but I'm not done with you yet."
He gave her a hard, punishing thrust to emphasize his point, his balls slapping against her clit with a wet smack.
"Fuck!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the walls.
Another deep thrust, bottoming out inside her. "Me!"
"Thrust—harder, faster."
"Hard!"
The next thrust made her vision go dark at the edges, stars exploding behind her eyelids.
Aiden yanked her hair back with one hand, pulling her head up so she could see herself in the mirror—face contorted in ecstasy, mouth open in a silent scream. With his other hand clutching her hip like a vise, he rode her furiously, hips pistoning like a machine. He muttered sweet nothings under his breath, mixed with filthy praise: "That's it, my warrior goddess… take it all… you're so fucking strong, so perfect…"
"Ahh—nnnh—yes! Deeper, Aiden—give me more of that massive cock!" Sif moaned loudly, her body rocking with every slam, pussy clenching around him greedily.
She pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm with her own fierce energy, the slap-slap-slap of skin on skin growing louder, wetter. "Oh gods—it's so big… stretching me… filling me—ahh! Don't stop—fuck me like the conqueror you are!"
"You like the way that big dick feels inside you, Sif? That thick shaft owning your tight pussy?" he asked, his voice strained with effort.
"Mmmph—yes! That big cock—ahh—feels incredible—wrecking me—making me yours!" she moaned affirmatively, her moans turning high-pitched and desperate as waves of pleasure built. She lost herself in the sensation, her warrior pride fueling her demands. "More— harder—make me scream your name!"
"Put your hand on your stomach so that you can feel me fuck you under your palm," he commanded, his tone dominant yet laced with awe at her endurance.
She did as he said, sliding her hand down her toned abdomen, pressing firmly. He was right—she could feel the bulge of his cock pushing up against the inside of her belly every time he rammed into her, a lewd reminder of how deep he was buried.
Sif pressed her muscles harder, making herself feel even tighter inside, her walls spasming involuntarily around him. "Nnnh—feel that? Your cock—bulging me—oh fuck—it's so hot—keep going—pound me!"
All of a sudden, he dragged her back and pulled her with him to the bench where her clothes lay scattered. He kept her snug against him so that he never had to pull out of her, his cock twitching inside her the whole way. Aiden sat and spread his legs wide so that hers were tight together, squeezing him in a vise-like grip.
She had to reach back and lean against his chest to keep from being impaled completely as her weight pushed him up against her cervix, the pressure exquisite and overwhelming.
It was her turn to do some of the work, and Sif embraced it with gusto—her Asgardian ferocity shining through as she took control. She leaned back against him, her back arching, and started riding him in earnest so that her tits jiggled wildly with every bounce, nipples hard and begging for touch.
"Ahh—yes—feel how tight I am for you? Gripping that thick shaft—milking you!" she gasped, her moans filling the stall—high, needy, unrestrained. "Nnnh—oh gods—Aiden—your cock is heaven—deeper—give me everything!"
As she fucked herself on his dick, slamming down with wet, squelching sounds, he stuck his dirty fingers in her mouth. Sif sucked them eagerly, tasting their combined essence—salty, musky, addictive—her tongue swirling around them lewdly.
He pulled them free with a pop and began rubbing her clit in time with her rising and falling, fingers slick and expert.
The orgasm began building again, coiling tight in her core. As selfish as it was, she hoped she would come at least one more time before he was done—he was spoiling her with multiples, and she craved it like battle glory.
"Mmm—ahh—rub me faster—make me explode—I'm yours, Aiden—claim me!"
"I'm close, baby," he warned, voice strained, hips bucking up to meet her.
She leaned forward and put her hands on her knees, then began bouncing up and down fast with wet, echoing slaps—slap-slap-slap—the sound obscene and rhythmic. It was a race.
She was so incredibly close, but being under so much pressure to get there before him was holding her back, teasing her higher. Between hard breaths she was truly lost.
"No! Not now! I'm so close!"
They were both breathing raggedly—harsh, animal pants. Sif stopped Aiden for a moment, her pussy clenching around him in protest.
"Hold on," she said, a wicked grin crossing her lips despite the interruption. Without letting him out of her, she carefully turned completely around so that she was straddling him face to face. The twist fired nerve endings she didn't even know she had, sending fresh sparks through her core, and she could tell it felt just as good or better for Aiden—he groaned deeply, his cock throbbing inside her.
"Ahh—yes—that twist—feels amazing—stretching me in new ways!" she moaned, losing herself again as she started riding him once more.
"I'm going to come so hard," she panted, grinding down with wild abandon.
"Not if I get there first," he said, his voice strained, hands gripping her ass to guide her bounces.
"Oh no you don't, Mr." she challenged, her warrior spirit flaring—she bounced faster, harder, tits slapping against her chest.
"Babe, I'm going to—" he started to say, his body tensing.
Blind to reason as she started to come, Sif reached over and pulled the door to the room open—exposing them in their raw, passionate glory.
Aiden bucked underneath her and tried to push her off, but she wrapped her limbs around him like iron chains and rode the orgasm out in its entirety.
Nothing mattered there—all that mattered was Aiden's cock inside her blissfully beaten womb and the crushing waves of ecstasy that tore through her, making her scream—"Ahh—nnnh—yes—cumming—cumming on you—don't stop—fill me!"
Aiden was holding her tight atop him and thrusting into her wildly, saying something, but she couldn't tell what because she was so lost in herself, moans high and shattered—"Oh gods—Aiden—yes—deeper—more—I'm yours!"
As the orgasm began to subside, Sif's senses came back into focus, and she felt hot spurts of Aiden's cum shooting into her womb. There was so much that she could feel it spill out of her with his every desperate thrust, warm and thick, overflowing her completely.
Sif tried to climb off of him, but he held on for a few more thrusts, pumping more seed deep, before she could get free. She staggered to her feet and almost fell back down because her legs weren't working properly—shaking, weak from the intensity.
He groaned again as another hot spurt shot out of him, and she knew that she couldn't let it go to waste. What was done was done, and he'd already come inside of her, but he deserved to at least finish without being cut short—her passionate nature demanded she give as good as she got.
She fell to her knees in front of him and grabbed his twitching cock hard in both her hands. It glistened in their juices, creamy and wet and full to bursting—all inches of throbbing perfection.
Sif closed her eyes, and then he was inside her mouth. She could taste herself—tangy, sweet—and she could taste him—salty, potent.
His cum coated the back of her tongue and throat as she milked him of his every last drop with firm strokes of her hands, taking him as deep as she could, her throat relaxing to swallow him whole.
"Mmm—ahh—yes—give me all of it—your cum tastes divine!" She mumbled around him, pulling off briefly to gasp before diving back in.
His fingers ran gently through her tangled hair after she couldn't suck any more out of him. He was still hard, but his need seemed to be mostly sated—for now.
"Ahh—Aiden—you've ruined me in the best way," Sif panted, looking up at him with a fierce, satisfied grin, her lips swollen and glossy. "But I'm not done—give me more—I crave it all!"