Thor: Champion of the Realms - 1.9 (Patreon)

The night dragged on. Millions of stars swept across the cloudless sky, shining down upon the Island of Delos. And under those ancient lights… 

Islander, Amazon, and Varangian alike reveled in drunken and lustful celebrations - men and women making close company. But none had grown closer than the Amazonian princess and her barbarian lover.

It was no secret - not possible with the sheer volume of their lovemaking. It seemed like hours had passed and still Penthiselea could hear screams and howls from the Varangian camp’s main tent. They were cries fueled by passion, so intense that the Amazon warrior could feel wisps of envy dancing in her gut.

Not too long ago, Penthiselea would have been utterly scandalized by the Princess’s carnal venture with that golden-haired brute - that one who called himself Thor. For a proud Amazon - the Queen’s own daughter - to surrender to the feral lusts of a lowly man… it was unspeakable. The Penthiselea of just weeks prior would have found the thought stomach-turning. But now?

Penthiselea was a different woman now. One with new perspectives. She’d been ready to soak her steel in the blood of these foreign invaders, these Northmen barbarians who came to raid and plunder. And yet against all odds, both Amazon and Varangian had stayed their hand. Somehow, Amazons and Men had come to agreeable terms and the Island of Delos had been spared. 

All it took was Princess Diana to surrender her body.

Penthiselea wondered if perhaps that had been Diana’s plan all along - a daring ploy to temper the bloodlust of these invaders with carnal lust. The Princess stopped the invaders by giving them exactly what they desired: plunder. Plunder of womanhood rather than of innocent lives.

An absurd thought, of course. But Penthiselea had to admit… this plundering of the body was much more fun than the alternative. 

Diana’s cries of pleasure still carried on, rising from the central tent, carrying through the whole camp. And Penthiselea only felt happy. If there was anyone who deserved a good fuck, it was the Princess. And indeed, it was envy that the loyal warrior felt stirring within. But she couldn’t be too jealous. Not when she had found a most pleasing - and eager - Varangian of her own.

Sven, his name was. A handsome and hardy youth with long golden hair like his captain - and Penthiselea herself. Right now he was naked and beneath her, his lean body tight with muscle, pale skin lined with a few faint scars. She traced some of them with her fingers as her hands roamed and got their fill of his body. Warm he was, so warm and electrifying to touch. Her whole body thrummed with excitement, feeling his manhood harden and twitch between them. Proof of his desire for her.

She had him pinned to the ground, straddling him as if he were a prized mount. They traded kisses, some quick, some lingering - but each brought a pleasant tingle to her tongue. Penthiselea hummed, enjoying this new flavor. The taste of man. 

It settled in her mouth, then in her belly as she swallowed it down. It fueled the heat there, helping it grow until that warmth bloomed across her entire body.

Sven’s cock jerked again, this time leaving a spot of wetness as it brushed against her belly. Penthiselea gave a wicked little smile, knowing this young buck was so eager, so willing, so hungry for her. It was in this particular way that Penthiselea was pleased at the truth behind the Amazonian tales of men - lecherous beasts driven by unquenchable lusts. 

She took her young lover in hand, stroking him. Steady pumps along the swollen length, making him leak even more. Penthiselea’s smile grew, the fire within burning even hotter as she eyed the glistening tip of his cockhead. She drew her eyes further up, admiring the little expressions on his face, the way his lips curled and parted as she touched him, the faint twitches of his brow, his eyes.

The Amazon stroked faster, delight swelling within as her touch drew a weak groan from Sven’s lips… only for her lover’s voice to be clouded out by yet another of Princess Diana’s wild screams. 

The high-pitched wail rose from the camp’s central tent, carrying over the entire beach and the dozens of other enjoined couples. Some gave pleasured cries of their own in turn, as if answering the Princess’s challenge. But others, like Penthiselea and Sven, broke into fits of tired laughter.

“Sounds like your princess is enjoying herself.” Sven rumbled, his body tense beneath Penthiselea as she continued to pump her hand up and down his cock.

Feeling a small pang of mercy, the Amazon slowed her ministrations, letting her lover relax for a moment. Though she still kept him in hand, enjoying the warmth of his manhood in her palm, feeling him swell with every beat of his heart.

“I think she’s earned some enjoyment. As have I.” Penthiselea hummed, lowering down to steal another kiss. Her body remained a furnace, nerves buzzing as her hardened nipples brushed against Sven’s firm chest. She sighed as they broke apart again, her core hot and aching. She very much liked the way the young man looked at her, she decided. Bright blue eyes full of desire and awe. Like she was the only other person in the world. “Have you been with a woman before, Varangian?”

Sven let out a huff through his nose, nodding.

“There were a few girls during my travels. None like you.”

Penthiselea grinned, almost rolling her eyes. The flattery was nice. She wouldn’t turn it away.

“Hmm. And what’s so special about me?” She released his cock from her hand… and rolled her hips against him, letting his length slide against the slick velvet of her cunt. Pleasure and heat shot through nerves, man and woman both. Penthiselea sucked in a sharp breath while Sven went tense once more, groaning deeply.

But through that maddening delight, the young man found the strength to keep his wits and answer her.

“You know… how to fight…” He groaned, rocking slightly against Penthiselea’s body. She felt his cock twitching angrily, so hard, so hot against her body. It had her heart hammering. But still she listened to his words. “You know… how to hunt… there’s nothing soft… or delicate about you… but you’re more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever met.”

Penthiselea let out a snort, but her smile grew all the same. She stole another kiss, lingering this time, enjoying the feeling of his lips, his tongue, letting the young warrior’s hands roam over her thighs, her hips, her buttocks. His was a strong, possessive, desperate touch. She didn’t hate it.

Again they broke apart and Penthiselea rolled her hips again, slower this time. Her pink lips spread, gliding along the underside of his shaft, lighting up her body with that delicious ache.

“You’re wrong about one thing.” She said between deep, heavy breaths. “I can be soft and delicate… when I want to be.”

To make her point, the Amazon lifted her hips until she was over the young man’s cock. She reached down to steady him, readying his spear to pierce true. Sven went still, his gaze fixed on where they would soon be joined. The hunger so clear in his eyes only made her own desire burn that much hotter.

They shared no words then. Another of Diana’s screams pierced through the night sky, a long wail of wild delight. Penthiselea wanted that too.

She dropped down, taking Sven. Inch after inch, each pushing her further and further into succulent madness. Manhood piercing deep, deep into her most intimate place. Penthiselea's throat suddenly felt sore - it wasn’t until her ass clapped down onto his thighs that she realized she’d been screaming.

“Gods!” The Amazon cried, seeing stars. The actual stars as well, what with her eyes turned up towards the night sky.

Her first man inside her. Real flesh and blood, not polished wood. Swelling and throbbing inside her, making her so full, so hot. She tried to move but even the slightest shift of her body brought forth a rush of sensation, setting her nerves alight with wonderful white hot fire. Penthiselea sucked in a gasp, clawing at Sven’s bare chest for something, anything to keep her wits, to still her racing mind.

“I’ve… only read about this…” She admitted to Sven between shuddering breaths - she shivered on top of him, her body taking time to grow accustomed to his iron-hard cock. “Ancient texts from… from before the Amazons exiled themselves from Man’s World. But my princess… as you said… she seems to enjoy this well enough…”

Penthiselea rocked her hips, stroking her insides with inches and inches of Sven. Another fireblossom of delight bloomed inside, heat spreading through her core. Delicious. A moan rose in her throat, joining the symphony of pleasure that echoed through the beachhead camp. 

Sven’s hands rose to her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her body. Guiding her hips as she found her rhythm. She didn’t need to look to know her Varangian was smiling.

“I’ll try not to disappoint.” He said, huffing.

Once more, one of Diana’s cries erupted from the main tent. Penthiselea knew she’d be joining in soon. 

She knew Sven was telling the truth.

-  -  -

Even beyond the pleasure and the appreciating the delights of a woman’s body, Thor was in especially high spirits. 

After a number of bouts, testing their stamina against each other to the point of carnal delirium, he and the Amazonian princess had come to most agreeable terms. Unspoken, but quite clear. Here in the confines of his tent, in their little arena of lust and desire, leadership had been ceded to him. On matters of pleasures of the flesh, the Odinson had been put in charge. A position that he was set on enjoying to its utmost fullest, even in the lull between rounds.

He’d enjoyed Diana and she’d enjoyed him, but still her nudity enamored him. 

Laying there on her belly, her body was artwork in bronze, her skin so impossibly smooth it was maddening. Diana was a marriage of taut muscle and lush curves, the hardness of her body somehow flowing effortlessly into feminine swells. Thor admired with his eyes… and with his hands.

Thick fingers swept over the curve of her back, enjoying the warmth of her skin… and the softness as well as his palm came to rest on the slope of her buttocks. 

Diana let out a soft, quiet hum. She squirmed against Thor’s touch, lifting her rear slightly into his groping palm. Thor grinned at that, taking another squeeze of those plump cheeks for good measure.

“Hm.” Thor drew his hand back up Diana’s nude form, sweeping some of her long black hair away from her face. His smile grew as he watched her lidded eyes fluttering. “Magnificent figure. Is this thanks to training or is it another one of your divine gifts?”

Diana let out another hum, again squirming into his touch.

“A little of both… I would say…” She crooned, lifting herself onto her elbows. She met his eyes then, her own shining with tired - but potent - interest. The fire within was smoldering, but from what he’d experienced of Amazonian company, Thor knew it would grow and rage again soon enough.

Tenderly, he drew his hands back down her body, his touch slow and delicate. He reached her ass again but this time continued on down to her thighs. Firm yet soft at the same time, skin warm and silky smooth. Perfection of the flesh.

“In either case, the result is lovely.” Thor’s words rumbled from deep in his chest. “I could spend the rest of my days enjoying your body.”

That earned him a little laugh and a brilliant smile.

“Bold words.” She said, turning onto her back - her breasts returning to grace his hungry eyes.

“I’m a bold man. As you’re well aware by now, I'm sure.” Thor countered, drawing his hand back up her legs… over her belly… all the way up to the lower slopes of her ample bosom. His fingers grazed the underside of one mound, just barely. Enough to make the woman breathe in, to make her eyes shine bright with that zeal he so craved to see.

His fingers sank into soft flesh, giving one breast a gentle squeeze. Then… harder. He groped her now, his hand playing roughly upon the juicy swell of her bosom. The Amazon allowed it without a word, letting out a soft moan as Thor worked. So perfectly shaped her teats were, feeling so perfect in Thor’s palm as well, her warm and sumptuously tanned skin practically spilling over his pale fingers. He ran his thumb over her nipple, grazing the hardened stud. He pinched at the dark pink nub of flesh, rolling it between his fingers. To his primal delight, his touch made the Amazon’s breath hitch, drawing from her lips a little gasp. Such a lovely sound to his ears.

Then… desire surged within. Thor’s hunger grew wild. He reached across for her far hip and with a single pull, flipped Diana back onto her belly. For a moment her eyes went wide and she gave a cry of shock… but she did not stop him, rolling onto her front without a fight. Her beautiful buttocks swung back into view, a full moon cheeks begging for affection.

He swatted his hand down, a flat palm colliding with her succulent ass. Diana sucked in a sharp gasp, pressing her face down into the fur bedding. Thor looked on, enjoying the fruits of his labor - admiring the faint quaking of the Amazon’s rear end. It called to a more savage side of himself, pleasing a baser urge that he could not quite explain. But the urge was strong, so strong that Thor spanked her again. And the resulting ripples passing through Diana’s soft womanly flesh was just as pleasing the second time.

Diana gave a muffled moan, her face still buried in the bedding. Thor smirked at the shiver that rolled down her back as he fondled her backside, feeling a dark delight at driving the princess to such madness. Then, as if sensing this, she turned her head and set upon him eyes that burned with equal parts desire and fury.

“Barbarian…” She hissed. “Nothing but a lustful brute…”

A dark chuckle rose in Thor’s throat. He gave her ass another squeeze, groping shamelessly.

“I’m all that and more, Princess.”

Diana let out another moan, needy and desperate. She squirmed against his touch, just as before. This time she reached out for him, taking his swelling manhood in hand. Just as he touched her, she would touch him in turn - taking her fill of his body with slow, teasing strokes.

“Mmm. Much more.” 

There was a sweetness in her words - sweetness and wickedness swirling together. It fueled the fire inside Thor, setting alight his blood and making it froth and boil in his veins.

He leaned over, laying kisses upon Diana’s naked back, trailing down, down until he reached her beautiful backside. He palmed both cheeks, squeezing them together, marveling at the lush softness of her flesh. Then he planted his lips there, kissing them too. Both cheeks, one after the other. Then he swatted his palm down again, making them wobble and quake right before his eyes. A most wonderful sight for even a god to behold. And the sound that left Diana’s lips then… a sweeter song than any he had ever heard.

His cock was fully hard then, swollen and throbbing. Even through the abuse of her poor buttocks, Diana kept stroking him, drawing out a tiny stream of slick to leak from his fat cockhead. She smeared it over him with her fingers, making her strokes faster and wetter. Thor grunted at her most pleasing work, hard and aching for another bout in bed.

The Odinson climbed on top of her, straddling her full thighs… and letting his shaft rest right on the cleft of her splendid ass. His length stretched over the entire valley, even surpassing it - his cockhead hanging right over the dimples above her backside. His girth was equally impressive, his cock swollen so fat as to eclipse the narrow valley between her buttocks. But even so, Thor felt it was a perfect fit.

And it rests upon the perfect altar…

His cock, so long and thick… his fat shaft bulging with veins… dripping precum onto Diana’s naked back… her lovely rear end beckoning to him. 

Thor was out of patience. He needed to fuck this woman now.

Diana must have felt the same. She moaned again, wiggling her rear up into his groin. She sent a smoldering look over her shoulder, wordlessly demanding - wordlessly begging.

Thor swelled even harder then, his manhood twitching with anticipation as he readied himself. He gave Diana what she desired… and entered her swiftly from behind. One single thrust to skewer deep into her soaking cunt. There was no need to go slow this time. Neither the Exile nor the Amazon had any patience for that.

“Oh, Gods!” The princess went still, her body tense as Thor sank down to the root. Her cunt was splendidly hot, drenching his manhood in honeyed inferno, but even better were the spasms. Silk fluttering along his shaft, milking him for every damn drop of seed.

“Tight.” Thor huffed, his voice rough with need. “Never had a woman so tight.”

He jerked his hips, working himself into a rhythm. Beneath him, Diana worked her body in turn, meeting each thrust with one of her one. She threw another look over her shoulder, daring eyes burning with lustful challenge.

“A gift… from Aphrodite…” The Amazon boasted between heavy breaths. “That no man can resist…”

That little smirk of hers only urged him to go harder, faster. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head down into the furs. He drove himself deep into her silken folds, enjoying heat, enjoying wetness, enjoying the sounds of pleasure pouring from her lips.

“You should have learned by now…” Thor growled. “The Odinson is no ordinary man.”

He fucked with savagery and Diana met him with defiance and spirit. He was the stronger of the two and she may have ceded power to him in his own tent… but the Princess of the Amazons was not so easily tamed. His own gaze fell to where their bodies met. His eyes were fixed on the hypnotic quaking of the Amazon’s sumptuous ass. Every stroke of his cock, every thrust making their bodies collide… her body was responding to him, beauty made flesh. 

A woman like no other… A woman without equal…

He rode her hard, fast, with fury only a god could have. And she was moaning the whole while, wild and passionate. Delight in her voice, clear as day. She was loving it, loving his power, loving the challenge of matching it and more.

Thor had to win. He had to best this woman, this Amazon. He had to have her.

He tightened his fingers in her hair into a fist. He thrust deep, as deep as their bodies would allow, savoring the way her cunt spasmed around his cock… and the delighted moan that poured from her throat.

“Tonight, dear princess, you’ll learn why they call me mighty.”