A/N: So I didn't intend for it to be, but on my open office doc this chapter is already eleven pages, and it's mostly sex. So, feel free to skip it if you aren't interested in smut.
If you do enjoy smut, I'm sure you'll have criticisms about me writing it. I'm terrible at being flowery, but I try... a little.
Anyway, enjoy.
We continued training well into the evening, neither of us tiring. Tyr's theory about the experience in combat from my past life returning to me may be true. It wasn't as rapid as he was hoping, but my movements, tactics, and over all ability was getting better by the hour. A lot faster than should have been feasibly possible. For normal people at least. It was nightfall when Tyr called off our training, and told me that we would set up camp outside the city. We spent little time doing so, mostly just making a fire and makeshift bed rolls. I spent that time wondering if my mother had stopped training me because she had also noticed that I was learning too quickly, and didn't want to turn me into a weapon. I tried not to think about it. When we were done with the camp, Tyr went into the woods to hunt, and I told him I was going to see if Nidavellir had a night life, and he smirked.
"Your funeral." He had said. This of course gave me a sense that Dwarves were the life of the party among the various peoples of the Nine Realms, and I was interested to see it. I wasn't one to enjoy parties, not that I haven't been to one before, but that I couldn't get drunk, and was always nervous around large groups of people, never mind drunk and stoned teenagers. Still, I was hoping to see if I could unwind a little, and take my mind off the impending doom that was apparently awaiting me.
Stepping up into the village, I saw that many Dwarves were still suspicious of me, yet many more were more welcoming, and addressing me with a nod or a wave, if not a smile. I walked through the town as people were beginning to close their shops, and found myself heading over to Gudrun's shop. I wasn't sure why, but I was hoping that I could still get some clothes from her. Probably not the smartest move on my part.
As I enter the shop, I am greeted by a chime of a door bell, and the sight of mannequins wearing all kinds of clothes, and some wearing nothing but lingerie, on display. The mannequins varied in size, and not just in the size of the Dwarves here in Nidavellir, but other body types and shapes. I can see there are Elven mannequins, some massive mannequins likely for Jotnar, and mannequins for the various sizes of people from Midgard, Asgard, and Vanaheim.
"I'll be right there!" She calls from the back. I assume she is either counting her money, doing paperwork, if they had any, or getting ready to leave. Either way, I'm nervous about what will happen when she sees me. Of course, as I'm having that thought, she walks through the curtain leading to where I'm assuming her office and most of her tools are.
"Sorry about that, I was ju-OH! Thor! I didn't realize... sorry." She is wearing a type of robe that kind of reminds me of a housecoat, that ends at her mid thigh, and is loosely tied around her waist, threatening to spill open. I shake my head, trying to focus.
"No need to be nervous Gudrun. Maybe I shouldn't have come at all, but I was wonder-"
"No! It's fine. It really is. I uh... hold on. Let me do this right." She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, calming her nerves, and rotates her neck and shoulders before opening her eyes and putting on a smile. "Welcome, to Gudrun's Bodacious Boutique." I held back a laugh at the name. "We make fashionable, functional, and fuckable clothing for all!"
"That is an amazing business motto and slogan!" I can't hold back my laughter any more. "Though I have to ask, why is the clothing 'fuckable'?" Gudrun sighs as she leans her head back and slaps her face.
"I mean that people want to wear our clothes cause it will make them look good while doing basically anything, which will result in people wanting to take your clothes off of you."
"Oh, like that dress you had on earlier? You did mention you were hunting in it." She nods.
"Yes, especially that dress. I was testing it out actually. Works like a dream. Doesn't restrict your movements in any meaningful way. I was able to hunt, and look damn good while doing it." She smirks. "Now, what brings you to my shop?"
"I'm here because of what we discussed earlier." Gudrun's smile falters, and she looks down for a moment. I wonder what exactly is bothering her, before she reaches for her robe's belt, and begins to untie it. I have half a mind to let her keep going, but I'm not about to take advantage of the messy situation caused by the revelation of who I was. "Oh, not that!" She stops just as the rope comes untied, and her robe hangs open. Her leg was slightly in front of her private area, and her robe didn't slide off her enough to reveal any nipples, so all I got to see was the bare skin from her neck, down the centre of her body, to just above her crotch. We both blush, as she hastily closes her robe and I turn away from her.
"O-oh! I-"
"I'm sorry, Gudrun. Given who I am, I imagine most people who are too scared to fight me if asked for such a thing, and would just let me take them, even though they shouldn't have to. I'm not going to take advantage of that."
"Oh... then... what are you here for?" She sounded almost disappointed, but relieved all at once. I couldn't quite tell what she was actually feeling since I wasn't looking at her, but I knew this whole interaction probably wasn't making things better between us.
"I was just talking about the clothes. You mentioned you'd make me some. I'm sure you didn't after all, but I'd like to put in an order. If you have anything I could wear now, I'd exchange my current clothes for what you have, so you can study them. I don't have the currency you'll likely need for your services, so, I'll get some from somewhere, no matter how I have to earn it, either by working or what have you, but I'll pay for your service. I promise." When I'm done, the room goes quiet, and I am anxiously trying to not think about what she looks like naked.
"Okay. Strip." You gotta be kidding me.
"Uh, okay." Undoing my flannel shirt, which is now slightly torn, I take off both that and my jacket, as I turn around to the table between me and the extremely tall Dwarven woman. I place them on the table, and lift my t-shirt up and over my head, placing that down on the table as well. I hesitate before going any further, and look around to see if there are any changing rooms, realizing there aren't any, and turn back towards Gudrun, who has just licked her lips while ogling me. I crouch down to untie my boots, which is difficult due to the fact that my shaft wants to grow three sizes. I manage, and kick off the boots, before undoing my belt buckle, and pulling my pants down and off. I place both the boots and pants on the table, leaving me in only my boxer briefs. I can hear Gudrun's breathing become a little uneven as she is clearly getting turned on. Which in turn, is not helping my length from getting any bigger.
"So, uh, sorry about how dirty they are. I was training... What am I going to wear?" She seems to snap out of her daze when I speak again, and places her finger to her lip.
"Honestly, I made you the clothes. Hold on a second." Gudrun steps around the table, eyeing me up the entire time, until she's past me and focuses on the door. I turn to watch her, and I see that her shapely ass was causing the back of her robe to ride up a bit. She bends over, unnecessarily might I add, to lock the door of her shop, and put a closed sign in the window, before drawing the curtains. My heart begins to race. My member is now struggling against my underwear. For I saw some cheek when she bent over, and I could have sworn something was running down her leg. She then turns around, and quickly returns to the table, only slowing as she gets closer, and definitely notices the bulge down below. I worry that I may be sending her mixed messages, that she'll be uncomfortable and that I'm reading this all wrong, but she looks me dead in the eye and gives me a coy smile, and stops dead in her tracks.
"You know, Thor? I don't think I mind if you take advantage of me tonight." Oh thank the gods. I wasn't reading this wrong.
"O-oh?" I've never been talked to like this before. I mean yeah, I've had some drunk women speak crude to me, and I've had girls in school giggle and smile at me as I passed, but none so bold as Gudrun, blatantly telling me to fuck her.
"Mm-hm." She steps towards me, untying her robe, and letting it fall open. This time, I can see her entirely from the front. Her tits on full display, revealing dark erect nipples and a decently large areola. Though I'm sure to scale her breasts wouldn't be bigger than 36c if she was the height of an average woman, her breasts currently looked to be in the F department. I love that they are eye level. My eyes drink in her form completely, wandering down to her hairy, kitty. She eventually steps forward again, this time my face is basically between her melons as I look up at her.
"You're absolutely sure about this?" I ask one last time. I'm already losing the battle to my erection, fully intending on going through with this, but I wanted to know she was actually good with it first.
"I want to worship you." Her eyes almost looked to be glowing with desire as she speaks the words in a sultry tone. My desire is just as great, and I prove it by wordlessly wrapping my arms around her, placing my hands against her cheeks and massaging them as I burying my face in between her tits.
She immediately motorboats me as I kneed at her bottom. Her fleshy behind feels like the softest cushions that I can squeeze to let out my stress. Her breasts are soft pillows I can rest on. Simultaneously, the sweet candy I can suck and nibble on, eliciting a gasp of delight. Her hand caresses the back of my head as she pushes me in to her chest, even though I can go no further. She wraps a muscular leg around me, and begins grinding against my abdomen. More pants and moans escape her. Eventually, she pulls my hair, bringing my head away, relinquishing her hardened skin from my lips. Gudrun instead captures them in hers, and we kiss. Passionately. Lustfully. I have only ever been kissed by one other, as a gesture of kindness and thanks. This is different. This is desire beyond what I know. Evident by her tongue invading my mouth. I try to dance with hers, but I'm nervous, again, and open my mouth to engulf hers before she pulls away with a giggle.
"Okay, here's how to do it." Quickly she gathers my inexperience and begins to show me, slowly, how to kiss a woman. The hesitation. The delay. Before succumbing. Meeting each other, and then she leads, stopping to explain as we go. My mind is swimming, I'm not sure how I'm retaining anything, if at all, but we continue, and it seems that I am getting better. For she is stopping less and less. Her hands instead roam my body, feeling every inch of me. Brushing against sensitive spots I didn't know a man could have, that I had, until she pulls my hands away from behind her, and places them on her well built thighs. She shows me how to run my hands along her body, up and down, over and under, caressing gently, before applying pressure in certain areas. Despite being in a position as teacher, she is still enjoying herself, as evidenced by her smile. Eventually, I pull my hands away from her, and begin to feel her on my own. I do well enough to have her lean against the table, placing her legs around me, and grinding once more. This time, I can feel her mound against my shaft, and it aches to be free of the last piece of fabric keeping me from being completely nude.
Our lips do more than talking, and our hands do more than feel, but eventually she has enough of it, and places her hand towards her most sensitive area, and shows me the clit. She describes the circular motion that she likes, and applies pressure to my thumb while hovering over her clit to show how much she wants me to push on her sex. I try to focus, but I am barely thinking. I seem to do well enough when she let's go, giving me encouragement through baited breath, and in between moans. Suddenly her body quivers, and I worry that something is wrong, so I pull my hand away, but she begs me to continue. Without hesitation I do, and she begs me to go faster, and to insert a finger into her lower lips, too which I oblige while leaving my thumb to it's work. I'm just coordinated enough to keep up the circular motion while adding a thrusting action with my hand, causing her to fall back on the table, violently shaking while screaming. She appears to pee a little, which splashes my arm and shoulder, causing me to stop.
"I-uuh-My god!" She moans and barely gets out the words as she curls up into herself. I am confused by what just happened, but she moves her hand towards me and waves a finger. "You shouldn't-hah-have stopped."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't be, my Prince." She sits up unsteadily, and I go to help her. She wraps her arms around me and kisses me deeply, before pulling away. "I'm a good teacher. You just gave me an orgasm. Next time, keep going until I say stop." I nod my head. "Good. Now, let's show you what a devout worshipper can do for you."
She begins to kiss me again, placing her hands on my shoulders, and slowly carresses my skin as she makes her way down. I feel a mix of emotions I'm not sure I can identify, besides arousal and excitement. Gudrun is my first. I've always been to scared to engage in sexual activity with human women from Earth. I didn't want to break them while unsure of my strength. In truth, I was still worried, but Gudrun seems strong and powerful in her own right. She's older as well, by at least eight to ten years, and she seems to know what she's doing. Guiding me, and teaching me, as well as being aware of my true nature. That I'm a god. It gave me more confidence that she was bold and unafraid, but gentle and tender as well. Her large yet delicate hands made me feel like we were safe to proceed, and removed nearly all of my inhibitions.
My thoughts refocus on the woman caressing me and putting me at ease, as her hand slid into my underwear and grasped me. I am already fully erect and yet, her touching me there causes me to stiffen so much that it aches. She began to stroke me as she kissed my neck, before running her long tongue across my skin and meeting my ear, alternating between licking and nibbling it. I can feel this pressure rising up in me, as her soft touch was being met with pulsating heat. Then she stops, and I am confused.
"Not yet. I have to worship you properly." She whispers hotly into my ear, her breath tickling my skin, before she alternates between pressing her luscious lips and her slick tongue against my skin. She descends down, as she slides off the table, and kneels before me, the whole way causing me to twitch and sigh with pleasure. Tingles running through my body.
Then she reaches my boxer-briefs. The looks she gives the fabric is one of offence, no longer interested in the material and make of Midgard's clothing, instead her ultimate focus on getting what she desires. She slowly peels the garment down as she looks up at me from her crouched position. Her infectious playful smile causing me to grin right back at her. This was fun. When she finally pulls my underwear low enough that my length is revealed, she is both overjoyed and perplexed. Gudrun stops only a moment from pulling my underwear down any further before quickly removing them completely, and tossing them to the side.
"You're meat is lovely, Thor. I would like to have a taste, if it pleases you." I nod. "Thank you, Your Highness." The towering Dwarven woman does not place her mouth against my shaft immediately, but she does run her hands up and down my legs, before placing her left hand around my balls, and squeezes ever so gently. Tightening the grip with each squeeze. Though the pressure is a little alarming, it still feels wonderful. I then watch as she repositions from her crouching position to fully kneeling, with her legs spread. Her right hand glides up my leg, and over my member, as she begins to stroke me long and slow. She stares at my 'meat' as she called it, as if it was a perfectly made roast. Eventually, she looks up at me, and gives me a wink and smile. Then, while keeping eye contact, she begins to lick my member.
I squirm at the sensation of her handy work and multitasking her oral skills. Alternating between her hand and lips, gliding back and forth against my skin before placing one, and then both,of my jewels in her mouth. I am sure I'll be finished soon if this keeps up, and she seems to recognize that. After a few moments of her toying with me, she releases my balls, moves her hands to either side of my legs, and grips me tight, before engulfing my cock in her mouth. She starts bobbing her head, agonizingly slow, allowing me to feel every flick of her tongue, and savour every sensation felt over every inch of me. Just as I'm about to question if she will pick up the pace, she rapidly does so. Faster and faster she goes to town on me, slurping and sucking like there was no tomorrow. I can't think or do much of anything, other then moan, and breath heavily.
My nerves are starting to buzz as my body begins to vibrate, and I don't just mean where her mouth is working, but all over. Every inch of me is writhing and screaming and laughing and dancing, waiting for the climax of this encounter. Gudrun's magic mouth is going at a pace I didn't think was possible, and I felt my cock begin to swell even now as she took me all the way, pulled almost all of me out, and then dove forward again, at the rapid pace she had implemented. My toes are curling, my fingers threaten to cut through my palms, and my head is thrown back in pleasure. One of her hands has been removed from my leg, I do not know what for and I do not care, for I am lost in the ecstasy I feel. Until finally, instinct over takes me, and I feel something snap. My hands grab either side of her head, and she moves her one hand that was still on my leg to my balls, and massages, caresses, and squeezes them, until finally I burst.
"AAAH!" I feel myself shoot rope after rope, as I am now thrusting into her mouth while we are locking eyes. I can see her desire is as strong as ever, and I can't help but admire this woman. My cock is vibrating and shaking as much as the rest of me, and she has moved her hand from my balls to between my legs and against my ass to push me towards her. I can hear her moaning and gulping down every drop as I finally drive my shaft fully into her throat. I can hear a wet splashing sound from below us, and I am keenly aware now that she was pleasuring herself while pleasuring me. We stayed like that for a moment before finally, I could feel myself calm down a bit, my member finished unloading. Gudrun makes no attempt to pull away. Instead, she is slowly licking and sucking on my now softening member. Does she not need to breathe?
I dare not ask, as I allow her to continue to work. Her hands now begin to roam my body again, and I know that as much as I want another blowjob, I'd like to take this to the next level. Despite having just had an orgasm, my length wasn't softening as much as I thought it would, and it took no time at all for it to become as fully erect as it was just a moment ago, given the magic Gudrun's mouth was performing. Finally, I pulled away from her, her hands moving to my hips to try and resist, but I remove them, and pull her up.
"Was my worship satisfactory?" I nod enthusiastically with a grin.
"I don't know if the gods are responsible for blessing you with all your talents, but damn are you good." She returns my grins with one as equally enthusiastic and as wide as mine.
"Well, should I continue to worship you then?" She asks.
"Yes. However, I'd like to... take things further. If that's okay." Her grin is replaced with a coy smile as she sheds the robe from her body and tosses it without a care behind her. She stands up straight, her hands on her hips and chest pushed out towards me. She's clearly game for this.
"You are my god, Thor. Which position do you want me in?" She leans down and kisses me again, and I push her back up, placing myself right against her body, and hoist her up off the ground. She yelps in surprise, quickly wrapping her long muscular legs around me, placing one hand out behind her, likely expecting to fall back, and wrapping her other arm around me. When she sees that I am capable of lifting and holding her up without much effort, her slightly worried look turns into pure desire once more.
"Never been picked up like this before?" She shakes her head at my query.
"Not by somebody smaller than me, no. It's... thrilling. I am more wet than I have ever been." She slides her hand down between us and reaches for my member, pointing it towards her slit, and stroking it a few times before she lowers herself, and I raise up.
Finally, we breach the threshold of no return, and I thrust into her. She feels like liquid velvet, gripping and massaging me as I go in and out at a steady pace. I notice that this time there are no notes. No suggestions, just kissing, moaning, and words of encouragement to continue. To go faster, or harder. My hands massage her as hers are running through my hair. Her moans and my grunts of pleasure are accompanied by clapping, as we try to become one in this lustful act. Fucking like animals in the middle of her store. Something comes over me as she groans and digs her nails into my back, causing me to become more wild, and animalistic in my actions. I place her on the table, and begin to really go at her, and she begs for more. Gudrun grabs my hand and places it around her throat, and I hesitate, but do as she asks. Squeezing lightly, knowing I am strong enough to lift her, that I would likely be able to snap her neck with the slightest of motions. She smiles, and I have a feeling that she enjoys that danger. Unfortunately, I do not trust my control enough yet to risk getting out of hand with that act, and pull my hand away. She mewls in disappointment, which causes me to flip her over, spinning her so that she lay across the table. Currently, my bare cock was pointing at her left tit, and her face was to my right. Walking over to the end of the table, she knew what I was going to do, and she opens her mouth. Without hesitation I begin to choke her the safest way I can. She encourages me by slapping my ass before squeezing it, something I decidedly like, and I end up grabbing her hair to hold her head steady as I continue to act as an animal. I however, do not want to finish this way. So when I start to feel myself swelling again, I stop, and lodge myself deep, before simply standing there. The whole time, her left hand was rubbing her mound, and I knew her pussy was aching for more. When she started to sputter and cough around my cock, I pulled away, and she took a large gasp of air.
Finally, I move around the table, and climb on top, positioning myself behind her. I use my hands to slap and squeeze her ass a number of times, eliciting cries that turned into moans. Then I spread her cheeks to reveal her puckered star, and her velvety slit. I take no prisoners as I lean down and bite one of her cheeks, before relentlessly assaulting both areas with my tongue. Gudrun's quiet whimpers of delight kept me rock solid and gave me all the encouragement I needed to keep licking, kissing, sucking, and fingering her from behind. Finally, I can feel her begin to shake a little, which causes me to abruptly stop. She whimpers in protest, before the whimper is abruptly turned into a shocked moan as I submerge myself in her. She giggles at my enthusiasm, and I chuckle with her as I lean down and kiss her back while getting to work, thrusting and gyrating against her. Gudrun sounds like she is in utter bliss, and I can't say I'm not feeling the same way. Though I'm not sure what that feels like, I'm hoping this is something akin to it if it's not. I lean back, running my hands down her back, giving her a bit of a massage while giving her long strokes.
"I'm getting close. Go-aahha-faster. UNG go harder!" I comply and cease her back massage, before placing my hands on her ass and gripping them tight. Then, I begin ramming myself into her, and she starts to moan louder and louder as we are losing ourselves to the ecstasy of this carnal act. I keep thrusting in and out, my mind in a haze of pleasure and my senses failing me, the only thing I can see is her flesh, and the only thing I can hear is her voice. I smell our sex, and I feel her passion. Then we burst. I nearly fall on her as I push home every last drop, as she lets every other part of her self fall limp, only maintaining control over her lower half, and pushing back into me. Eventually, we can go no longer, and collapse fully on the table, still connected by our flesh, until I grow soft and slide out of her. Manoeuvring up to her head I place my chin on her shoulder, and give her a kiss on the cheek. She turns to face me and kisses me passionately on the lips, before laying her head back and taking a deep breath, pulling me into a hug. We both start to laugh and giggle, joy permeating the air and mingling with our lustful aroma.
"I can't believe I just fucked a god."
"I can't believe I just fucked a Dwarf a foot taller than I am." We both laugh again. Gently touching each other, rubbing circles and nuzzling into the crook of our necks. Kissing sensually, and quickly I know that we can go again. So I sink into her without hesitation, and she grunts in amusement wrapping her legs around me.
It's going to be one Hel of a night.