Chapter 17: To Pull a Splinter

Thor and Sif were on their way to where the scout said the assassin was. This splinter group of the Assassins guard was hard to find, and even harder to find their members, it was a stroke of luck to have found this one. He was on Alfheim, home of the Light Elves. Thor and Sif were running thru the forest, quickly tracking the assassin down.

“GET DOWN!” Thor yelled and tackled Sif to the ground as a bolt of black lightning barely missed their heads.

“That was close” Sif exclaimed.

“Very, let’s go!” Thor picked up Sif and continued where they were going.

That black bolt of lightning wasn’t really lightning, but a death bolt, the weapon of choice the assassins used to make their kills. They almost never miss, but when they do, their second shot always hits.

Thor and Sif came to an opening in the forest, as the breached the tree line they say a village in the distance. No sign of who they were chasing.

“To Hel with it! Where’d they go?” Thor frustrated.

“Calm down Thor, let us go to the village, see what they know.” Sif suggested and placed her hand on his arm to calm him.

It took them a while to walk to the village which allowed Thor to calm down some. He had quite the temper, and rightfully so against the Assassins Guild. They did the dirty work of Asgard, but only his father, Odin, could put a mark out for the Guild to take on. But this splinter group seems to ignore the law and enact their own marks, like Paula, however by a stroke of luck she survived it.

The village was small but busy, everyone doing trade and the like in the center square. But soon Sif noticed how everyone was starting to whisper and point at them. A conspiracy among the people against her and Thor. The streets started to clear and shops closing up.

“I think we should leave.” Sif suggested.

“I think you’re right, something is not right.” Replied Thor.

Looking around, Thor holding up his hammer, Mjolnir, and Sif raising her shield and sword. Quick as lightning Sif turned just in time to block an impact, her shield took the brunt of the strike but tossed her back several feet and landing hard on her side.

“SIF!” Thor shouted and went to her side.

“I’m fine, go! That way.” She pointed and coughed, trying to catch her breath.

Thor swung Mjolnir and in an instant was flying out of the village towards where the strike came from. Sif was running quickly behind Thor, she was now on the hunt for this would be assailant.

Speeding thru the forest once again, they caught sight of the assailant, from his garb he looked to be the assassin they are looking for. Thor sped up to incredible speeds to catch up and ran right into the assailant causing him to trip and Thor to tumble to the ground as he losses concentration on flight.

“Face me like a warrior and I might grant you a warrior’s death!” Thor shouted after standing up and facing the fallen assassin.

The assassin stood up facing Thor, but then turned to run, but couldn’t as Lady Sif was right there with a blade to their throat.

“Going somewhere?” Sif asked sarcastically.

The assassin put their hands up looking between the two as he took a few steps to the side.

“Now you’re going to tell us where your friends are so we can bring them to justice and end this little game of theirs.” Thor questioned him.

“I’ll never tell, and you’ll never find us. The end is closing in and soon we will show our true intent.” The assassin said before he bit down hard and suddenly started to convulse and foam at the mouth and collapse to the ground.

“Damn it! A cyanide pill.” Thor cursed.

“A cowards way out.” Sif spat her words at the now dead assassin. “Now what are we going to do? That was our only lead.”

“I do not know, yet.” Thor said as he started to check the dead assassin’s body for any clues. “Nothing here to show where they are, let alone who they are”

“It’ll be dark soon, let’s see if we can get some beds back at the town.” Sif suggested.

“Aye, nothing here worth keeping” Thor took Sif in one arm and then flung Mjolnir to take flight with her as well towards the town.

Moments later Thor and Sif were back in the village. Some of the elves there were surprised to see them again, especially alive. Sif being the hot head she is grabbed one of the surprised elves by their tunic and raised her sword to their throat.

“Seem surprised we have returned. Why don’t you tell me why that is?” She said intimidatingly.

“W-well I heard a rumor that you two were marked.” The scared elf said as Sif tightened her grip. “I-I don’t know who put it on you two. I swear!” Sift let the elf go, no closer to finding answers.

Thor on the other hand was just grateful to have dodged a bullet, and as such was finding the nearest bar and tavern. These elves were more of a magical bunch than technology. Instead of inventing machines and the like to help ease their burdens and increase quality of life, they use magic. Because of this their homes and buildings were more like medieval fantasy of Midgard. Tolken came from Alfheim, used magic to disguise himself and to insert himself into memories of others to blend in on Midgard and write his stories.

Thor led Sif to a tavern and inn to stay the night. It was large, looked to have internal rooms with no windows. As they entered, some patrons turned to them, then others and soon the room grew quiet, even the music died out. Sif scanned the room as Thor approached the barkeep.

“Barkeep! Two of your best mead, and two haunches of goat!” Thor ordered, then went to a table that was empty in the back, Sif joining him shortly after.

“You don’t have to order for me husband.” Sif whispered.

Yes, Sif was married to Thor, God of Thunder. They were long time lovers before that, and even longer partners of the hunt. She would hunt with him, and he would bring down lightning for the kill. They made for a great fighting pair, having each-others back in time of war, or just a simple brawl.

“No, but I do know what you like, and I’m usually right about what you want.” Thor replied with a smile.

“Very true.” Sif answered her love. “Although I am still hungry for the hunt, and my blade still thirsts for the kill, that assassin denied me of it.” She added.

Some of the patrons overhearing their conversation were intrigued but no one dared to ask the two Asgardians. A few minutes later a very busty barmaid came over and dropped off their meals.

“I hear you two killed the assassin guild member that was here. Why? Doesn’t the Asgard use them in times of great need?” The barmaid questioned.

“Not directly, he killed himself when we cornered him.” Thor answering the barmaid.

“Well directly or not, he was an annoyance here in town, demanding goods and threatening those who denied him with death. No one here could take him on and survive. Meal and drink are on the house, and probably the room too, just ask Fire Song at the bar.” With that the barmaid went back to tend to the other customers.

Thor and Sif nodded to the barmaid and started on their meal. If they were in Asgard at the feasting table they’d have little to no manners as is the norm for feasts. However, in the company of the other realms they do have some manners.

“I saw the way you were looking at her love, you’d like to give her tits a workout from the way you were staring at them.” Sif teased.

“I ... well, who wouldn’t? most of the men, and half the women in here were staring too.” Thor tried to defend himself. But Sif just laughed softly. “Oh, I’m going to have to punish you for that love.” He grinned as he wasn’t too serious, but he did enjoy spanking his wife’s firm ass.

“Promises, promises.” She smiled, she knew how to push his buttons, just as he knew how to push hers.

They ate and finished off their first mug of mead and asked for another as they ate. The atmosphere was getting back to what it was before they arrived, the dancers and music in full swing once again. Thor watching the dancing, took a hold of Siff’s hand and pulled her up and over to the dance floor.

“What are you...” Sif complained for a moment before being pulled close to her husband, Thor.

Thor took hold of her hip and hand and began to dance with her, the beat quick and light right now. He gave her a spin and a dip, kissing her passionately.

“My you are in a mood love.” Sif said having been caught off guard.

“A mood for you, let’s get a room.” Thor grinned as he pulled her back up.

They went to the barkeep to ask for a room and paid for it and then went up to their room, no windows, and simple. A couple of chairs and table, a place to put their armour and clothes, weapons rack and of course a plush bed of furs and pillows to sleep on, or in Thor and Sif’s mood, to make love on. Thor placed Mjolnir in front of the door to keep it secure so no one could enter. Quickly they shed their armour, only in their under padding before they embraced each other.

As they embraced, Thor took hold of Sif’s hair and pulled her head back, the action catching her off guard, but elicited a pleasurable gasp. She had been dropping hints for him to be more forceful, demanding, taking charge when they made love, she enjoyed it, but wanting some more raw. She had heard about something called BDSM on Midgard, she had studied it when she disguised herself and went to Midgard. She even experienced it a couple of times and she was captivated by the feeling of not being in control. She didn’t like it too much with the strangers she had it with, but she knew with her love, her husband, she would enjoy it, the only one she’d trust to fully give herself to.

“I’ve noticed your hints my wife, you wanting to surrender to me in bed.” Thor spoke, with more of an authoritative voice.

“Yes.” Was all Sif could say, looking up at him.

“Strip for me, then you can strip me of my clothes.” Thor ordered, releasing her jet-black hair.

She did just that, slowly she started to remove her padding, it wasn’t anything fancy just a very padded tunic as she loosened the leather strings on it before pulling it slowly over her head. Turning around as the tunic reached just under her breasts, to tease him before pulling it all the way off and tossed to the side. Slowly she hooked her thumbs into the waist of the padded pants, wiggling her ass side to side sensually as she slowly pulls the pants down over her hips and then rear and down her legs, pushing her ass out towards Thor. He couldn’t resist, he brought his hand back and then down swiftly right onto Sif’s ass, creating a loud smack.

“Ahh!” Sif cried out, but only give him another wiggle of her ass. The swat bringing up erotic and sensual feelings she couldn’t explain, even after all these years, except that she knew she enjoyed it.

“Would you like another?” Thor said as he was rubbing the cheek he had slapped. Then bending her over so she had to brace against the wall.

Sif could only nod her agreement, and no sooner did she nod, Thor brought his hand back and brought forth an even harder swat to the other cheek. She moaned out this time, she was ready for it, it was pure pleasure from the pain he brought in that swat, it stung, the impact hurt, but in a good way.

“You’ve been teasing me about spanking you again for a while now.” SWAT! “Is this what you thought it would be?” SWAT!

“Yes...” Sif managed to moan out as Thor continued to spank her. Her pussy was getting wet, she was spreading her legs for him. “Please ... fuck me. Please I need your cock inside of me now ... M-master.” That caught Thor off guard, but he complied.

Thor just pushed the padding down to his knees, his nine-inch cock sprung upwards and seemingly knew where Sif’s pussy was and was pointed straight at it. He moved forward some his cock resting on her pussy opening. Sif was trying to push back, but Thor wouldn’t let her get more than what he gave her.

“Naughty girl, you’ll get it when I say so.” He told her in a stern voice.

If Sif could get any wetter, his voice piercing right thru her body would make her even wetter. This felt so right, so fulfilling to her, it scared her, but she wanted it so much. Thor was enjoying himself, his Sif, his wife and lover begging to be fucked by him made him harder than he’s ever been. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled himself deep into her now dripping wet pussy. Sif let out a loud moan of pleasure as she felt him fill her pussy with his cock in one quick motion. He groaned at how tight Sif can be, he placed his hand around her throat and squeezed a little eliciting a pleasurable gasp from her.

“Yessss.” Sif could only say as she felt Thor gripping her neck and squeezing, he was in control, feeling like her life was in his hands. All of it making her hotter than she’s ever been, she even scooted up some and let her face be pressed into the wall as she caressed her own breasts. Thor felt her shift as he pulled back and thrusted into her again harder, groaning in pleasure. This was a first for them, Thor knew of a different form of D/s long ago and enjoyed it. He took his hand from her neck and gripped her hips and started to pull her against him with each thrust he made. A slow rhythm to start with but getting faster with each thrust into her. She was moaning, he was groaning, their pleasure rising. But he stopped and pulled out of Sif.