THOR VERSUS SANGO (part one)

In his characteristic manner, Thor, the Scandinavian God of thunder was travelling to Midgard (Earth). Cruising at ten times the speed of light, the lightning comet hurtled through the worm hole into earth's atmosphere. Earth was beautiful, the Thunder god never got used to the breathtaking view accorded him from space, of the mortal realm. He exhaled and willed the comet to slow down as he entered the atmosphere. Something felt wrong, the transporter wasn't obeying his command. He was tearing through the skies and was definitely going to be pancake flat if he landed at this speed. His gaze settled on a calling card left near the headrest. he could have sworn it wasn't there when he began this trip. He turned it over and rage filled his voice as he bellowed, LOOOKKKII!!!!. 

His mischievous brother had finally gotten the drop on him. This was an epic prank that would definitely cost him his life. When i find you, i'm definitely going to avenge this insult, he swore silently. He willed the comet again with all his might, but it seemed like the thing was doing the exact opposite of his command. it was gaining speed.  seeing his demise at hand, he did the only thing that could save his life. Mjolnir!!! He twirled the legendary hammer his father had bestowed on him and tore out of the transporter just before it crashed into the sea.

BOOOOMMMM!!!! The splash sounded more like an explosion. The force of it knocked him senseless and his eyes closed, granting him temporary respite. He slowly lost consciousness, his last thoughts being of the calm seas enveloping him in their embrace.

The eyes of the thunder god slowly opened. At first his vision was blurred but it gradually cleared to behold an arresting sight. A woman of a strange complexion stood over him, peering with the curiosity of a kitten. Her skin shimmered like the waters of the river beside him, her eyes held a pool of endless mysteries. Their gaze met and they both grew still. Each measuring the other, waiting for one to speak. Where am I, strange woman? Her eyes widened, for she had never heard such a tongue before. However, with the swiftness of the supernatural she was, she replied tentatively, like she was testing a language just learnt. Strange? You whose skin is as pale as the palace swine, dare calls me pale? The idea of being disrespected by anyone infuriated Oya, for that was her name.

Her lord had ignored her again this night, telling her to go put a lid on her temper before approaching his chambers. Stupid lightning pedlar!!! She called him as she stormed out of the palace, preferring the sanctuary of her spirit River. Oya was a river Goddess and her powers were respected. She was however not popular for her patience and calm disposition. Lashing out at any and everything in her path, she raised hell anytime she got even mildly upset. The fact that her Husband took a second wife was the final blow that sent the River Goddess into Harpy mode. This pale stranger fascinated her though, despite his disrespect, she wasn't flying into Rage like she should be doing. Hmm!! Here was her chance at getting a night of pleasure and revenge against Sango, a husband who didn't value the passionate caresses of so beautiful a consort.

What are you called? Thor's nostrils flared with strange awareness. Never before had a female addressed him with such authority and boldness. I am Thor Odinson, the God of thunder, son of the all father Odin. Oya couldn't suppress the smile that parted her lips. Could this be? She thought. Sango is not the only Thunder god there is. She was already imagining if his eyes crackled with lightning when aroused to anger or lust. Thor on his part was already impassioned by the strange female before him. Her smile only served to inflame the desire he felt for her. His gaze traveled down the exotic face to the long aquiline neck. The beads she wore emphasized their softness. Just like warm chocolate, he thought as the desire to taste them filled him almost uncontrollably. Her bosom was huge, firm and almost bursting out of the cloth tied around her hour glass figure. Odin save me! He gasped as his eyes flashed with blue lightning, almost unable to control himself any longer. What madness befalls me? He complained inwardly.

Oya on her part wasn't unaffected by the strange thunder god before her. The lightning his eyes made her lose any form of restraint she had on her desire. Her eyes drank every inch of his godlike body, taking in the perfectly ripped muscles of his quivering stomach. His hairy chest heaved serving only to make her want to stroke and caress them with reckless abandon. Her eyes caught the sight of his desire. Rising slowly but unmistakably, the bulge appeared in his loins. This was too much to bear. Right now she didn't care if Sango could feel her every move or blast her to eternal darkness. She only knew that her desire for this stranger had to be sated. The thoughts of feeling his strength as he pounded her mercilessly made her knees weak. She was at the end of her tether.
Like a powerful force propelled him, Thor only had to look at those peaked nipples for his common sense to disappear. He lunged for her just at the very moment she reached for him. Their lips met and parted. Opening the flood gates of their desire to be one. They kissed so passionately the air around them crackled with electricity. Even the river seemed to churn seeming to understand that its mistress needed a time out. Oya thrust her tongue inside his mouth, savouring the taste of clouds and fire. Her moans of pleasure only spurred him on as he arched her backwards. His hands gripped her bottom. Soft!! He thought. He ground himself against her inner thighs and almost lost it. The pleasure was indescribable. Oya couldn't take this torture any more. Take me! Take me right now! She gasped, unable to form a coherent speech. Her pure white wrapper fell, revealing the glorious body of the African goddess in all its majesty. Thor had never before seen a more appealing female. She stood looking at him, her eyes glazed with endless desire.
Just as he was about to drop his hammer and take off his clothes to devour this wonderful gift the elder gods had blessed him with, a lightning bolt of raw energy tore through his body. Her scream of terror was the last thing he heard before he blacked out.

 His eyes closed, but not before he looked upon a face so charged with fury and rage even Loki would behave himself if he saw it. The eyes exuded a white light or was it lightning sparks? Darkness. Sango had appeared.

To be continued .....