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{Chapter: 223: Stormy Night With Shieldmaiden of Asgard II (R-18)}
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.
They staggered to the wall. Aiden lifted her—legs around his waist—and thrust upward. "You're mine," he snarled, slamming her against drywall. Cracks spiderwebbed outward. Sif clawed his back, drawing blood. "Harder… break the fucking wall… break me!" Thuds shook the room; a mirror rattled, then exploded in a shower of glass.
"Oh fuck… pound my womb… give me more!" she screamed. He did—erupting inside her once more, hot seed surging until it leaked in thick streams down her ass.
Desk next. Sif bent over it, Aiden gripping her hair like reins. "You love being conquered, don't you?" He spanked her ass red—smack, smack, smack.
Sif moaned louder—"Yes! Conquer your goddess! Fill me!" The desk bucked, legs splintering; it collapsed in a heap of wood as he unloaded yet another flood into her overflowing core.
Couch followed. Sif mounted reverse cowgirl, ass facing him. She sank down hard—"Mmmph… look at your cock disappearing in me…"
Aiden spread her cheeks, watching the obscene stretch, cum from before bubbling out. "So fucking lewd… so perfect."
She rode like a storm—ass bouncing, thighs flexing. Aiden slapped her cheeks repeatedly—crack crack crack. "Bounce harder… milk me dry!" Sif wailed—"Unnh… spank me… fuck my pussy raw!" Nails tore cushions; stuffing flew as the couch groaned.
Her orgasm hit—"Aaaah! Cum inside! Breed me deep!"—and Aiden exploded, more thick ropes painting her womb, belly now noticeably rounded from the sheer volume.
Sif bent over the marble sink; Aiden pounded from behind. They knocked the faucet—water sprayed everywhere, floor slick. "Your cunt grips me so tight…" he grunted. Sif moaned—"Unnh… fill me again… overflow your goddess!"
The sink cracked under her grip as she came, porcelain shattering; his load added to the wet chaos.
Back to the bed—or ruins. They collapsed onto the broken frame now just a mattress on the floor. Aiden pinned her missionary, legs folded to her chest. "Look at me while I breed you." Sif's eyes blazed love and lust. "Yes… my first… my conqueror… ahh!"
"Thrusts brutal—mattress sliding across floor. She screamed— Aiden! Heaven… beyond Valhalla!"—
As another climax ripped through her, squirting violently. He followed, pumping yet more cum deep, womb so full it gushed with every stroke.
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Just like that, another three hours passed, and they were nowhere near stopping. .
Sif's words sliced through the heavy, sex-scented air like a blade: "Now… give me the storm I've craved for months."
Aiden's response was immediate and feral. His eyes flashed with dark promise as the gentle, reverent lover from moments ago vanished completely. The same raw, conquering hunger that had claimed her.
He withdrew slowly—torturously—his thick, veined cock dragging along her oversensitive inner walls, every ridge and vein teasing her fluttering pussy until the broad head finally popped free with a loud, wet schlick. A thick, pearly rope of his cum immediately followed, oozing from her gaping, reddened entrance and sliding in a slow, obscene trail down the cleft of her ass to soak into the once-pristine white sheets.
Sif let out a broken whimper, hips twitching involuntarily at the sudden void. Her powerful thighs quivered, slick and shiny with their mixed fluids. "Don't… don't leave me empty like this… Aiden… fill me again… please…"
"I'm not done filling you," he growled low in his throat, voice rough with barely-leashed need. "Not even close."
In one swift, brutal motion he flipped her onto her stomach. Strong hands yanked her hips upward until her knees sank deep into the mattress, forcing her back into a deep, vulnerable arch.
Her ass lifted high—firm, rounded cheeks flushed a deep pink from his earlier grips, the shadowed cleft between them already glistening with the creamy evidence of his first load leaking steadily from her well-used hole.
Aiden's fingers dug into her hips with bruising force, thumbs spreading her wide open so he could drink in the sight: swollen, puffy folds glistening with arousal and cum, inner walls still twitching and clenching around nothing, begging to be stretched again.
He didn't tease. He slammed back inside her in one ruthless thrust—all the way to the hilt, no warning, no mercy.
The wet slap of flesh colliding rang out sharp and loud, echoing off the high ceilings of the penthouse suite. Sif's entire body lurched forward on the bed; her cry ripped free—raw, ecstatic, almost pained—"Ahh! Fuck—yes! Harder—give it to me harder!"
Any trace of shyness evaporated in that instant. Months of separation, longing, and suppressed desire detonated between them into something primal, unstoppable.
Aiden fucked her like he intended to mark her very soul. His hips snapped forward with punishing, relentless power—each deep plunge driving the swollen head of his cock straight against her cervix, battering it with every stroke.
The heavy wooden board immediately began hammering the wall behind them—thud-thud-thud-thud—a violent, rhythmic pounding that shook the entire frame. Sif's moans fractured into loud, desperate sounds, spilling out in perfect time with his thrusts.
"Deeper… Aiden… wreck my fucking womb… ruin me… give it all to me!" she demanded, her voice cracking into high-pitched, needy whimpers.
She shoved back against him with every ounce of her Asgardian strength, ass cheeks rippling and jiggling from the force of their collision, meeting his savage rhythm like a warrior charging into battle.
He slid one hand beneath her trembling body, thick fingers locating her swollen, throbbing clit and rubbing fast, merciless circles. The extra stimulation sent electric shocks racing through her; her thighs shook so violently she nearly collapsed. "You want my seed again?" he rasped against her ear, hot breath fanning her skin.
"Beg properly, shieldmaiden. Beg like you mean it."
Sif—the same Sif who had faced down armies of frost giants without a flicker of fear—broke beautifully for him. "Please… oh gods, please Aiden… fill me… breed me deep… flood my womb like you did when you took my first time… I need your cum inside me so bad… I'm begging you… ahh—fuck—please!"
Her shattered plea was the final spark.
He drove himself to the absolute root with a guttural roar and came like a storm breaking.
Thick, scorching ropes erupted straight against her cervix—pulse after heavy, endless pulse—painting every inch of her soft inner chamber, flooding her womb until the pressure forced immediate overflow. Creamy white gushed out around his buried shaft in thick streams, cascading down her inner thighs and pooling beneath her knees in a warm, sticky lake that soaked the sheets completely.
Sif screamed—"Oh gods! Cumming—cumming so fucking hard—!" Her whole body seized in violent spasms. Inner walls clamped down like a velvet fist, milking him greedily as a powerful squirt exploded from her, drenching his balls, his thighs, the bed in hot, clear jets.
Her vision whited out for long seconds; the pleasure was so overwhelming it teetered on the edge of agony.
But Aiden's stamina refused to yield.
He remained steel-hard inside her, not even softening a fraction. No pause. No mercy.
He withdrew with a lewd, sucking pop, flipped her onto her back in one powerful sweep, and hooked both her muscular legs over his broad shoulders. The position folded her nearly in half—knees brushing her ears, dripping pussy tilted upward and utterly exposed. He plunged straight back in, deeper than ever, the head kissing and battering her cervix with brutal accuracy on every downward stroke.
"Round tewele," he snarled through gritted teeth.
"Look me in the eyes while I ruin you completely."
Sif locked her stormy gaze on his, pupils blown to black with lust and fierce adoration. "Nnnh… yes… pound me… own every fucking inch of my body… ahh—gods—!" The headboard now slammed with punishing force.
Bang-bang-bang-bang!
—Each impact sending visible cracks spiderwebbing across the plaster wall behind it. The entire wall groaned and creaked like it was on the verge of collapse.
"Fuck… your cock… so thick… stretching my pussy raw… filling me so deep I swear I can feel it in my throat!"
Sif wailed, voice pitching higher and more broken with every word. Drool escaped the corner of her mouth; she didn't care. Her nails raked little bloody trails down his forearms, urging him on showing even deeper strength.
Aiden's hips turned into a blur—superhuman speed and strength transforming each thrust into pure devastation. "Take it… take every goddamn drop… you're mine… you've always been mine…"
Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!"
After a few minutes, extreme pleasure. Her mind quickly became empty, and soon enough, the only thing she could think about was the burning sensation in her pussy and the profound pleasure that came with it.
The only sound that could be heard inside the room at this moment was Sif's captivating moaning and heavy breathing, the sound of meat getting pounded, and the sound of smacking water.
"Ahhh! Harder! I want it harder!" Sif pleaded for more as she tightly embraced Aiden's neck.
Aiden heeded her request and tightly held onto her slim waist as he lifted her into the air and began thrusting faster and faster with no signs of exhaustion even after intensive thrusting for many minutes, his penis head fiercely hitting the end of her hole repeatedly.
It was a sight to behold in Aiden's eyes. The way her beautiful breasts jiggled and her erotic face, not to mention the sound of her butt cheeks slapping against his legs.
"I am coming – Ahhhhhhh!" Sif tilted her head backward and screamed loudly with her tongue sticking out of her mouth, her body spazzing out of control instantly afterward, and a large amount of liquid then gushed out from her bottom.
He shifted the angle just enough to batter that perfect sweet spot inside her over and over without mercy.
Sif shattered again—"Aaaah! Aiden! Heaven—beyond anything in the Nine Realms—beyond Valhalla itself—!"
Her back bowed sharply off the mattress; another cataclysmic orgasm tore through her, walls spasming wildly, fresh squirt jetting out in hot arcs around his pistoning cock. He roared and followed instantly, unloading yet another massive, thick flood directly into her womb. The internal pressure was now visibly apparent—her lower belly swelled noticeably again, skin stretched taut and softly rounded from the sheer volume of cum packed inside her. Excess bubbled and gushed out with every withdrawal, dripping in thick, pearly strands onto the ruined sheets.
The bed finally surrendered again after its repair. A sharp, splintering crack rang out—one of the heavy wooden legs snapped clean in two. The frame lurched violently to the side; they tumbled off in a tangle of limbs and laughter and curses, landing on the thick carpet still locked together, his cock never once slipping free from her clutching, greedy heat.
Sif recovered in seconds. She shoved him flat onto his back with surprising strength, straddling his hips in one fluid, predatory movement. "My turn to claim what's mine," she snarled, voice thick with command and desperate hunger.
She dropped down hard—squelch—impaling herself fully in a single, fast descent. "Ohhh… fuck… so deep… stretching me wide open again…" Her head fell back, long blonde hair cascading like a dark waterfall across her sweat-slick shoulders.
She rode him like a storm unleashed—hips rolling in tight, grinding circles at first, then lifting and slamming down with ferocious bounces, ass cheeks slapping wetly against his thighs in rapid smack-smack-smack rhythm.
Her heavy breasts bounced wildly; Aiden surged upward to capture them, squeezing roughly, pinching and twisting her pink nipples until she keened high and broken in her throat.
Smack!
"Ride me like the goddess you are," he growled, landing a sharp, ringing slap across her right ass cheek. The crack echoed through the suite like gunfire. Another vivid red handprint bloomed instantly on her pale skin.
Sif moaned throatily, voice wrecked—"Unnh… yes… spank me… fuck—harder—mark me!"
She ground down frantically, clit grinding against his pubic bone with delicious friction.
The nearby side table rattled dangerously from the force of her movements; the tall crystal vase filled with white lilies teetered precariously, then toppled. It shattered on the marble floor in a violent explosion of glass shards, water, and scattered petals that looked like fallen warriors on a battlefield.
She never slowed. Leaning back, hands braced on his thighs, she arched her spine dramatically, giving him a perfect, obscene view of their joining—his thick shaft disappearing repeatedly into her stretched, cum-frothed folds, creamy white bubbling and frothing at the base with every downward plunge.
"Thumb my clit… rub it fast… make me cum again… please—Aiden—!" The plea tumbled out, raw and vulnerable amid the depravity.Aiden obeyed without hesitation, pressing firm, rapid circles over her engorged nub.
Sif's rhythm faltered; her moans dissolved into high, shattered sobs—"Aaaah! Aiden—yes—filling me—again—cumming—!"
Her walls clamped down like iron as another devastating orgasm ripped through her core.
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.