THOR VERSUS SANGO PART TWO

Sango woke up from his bed feeling spent but happy. He had spent the morning ravishing his favorite wife, Osun. Boy!! He felt good. Every fiber of his muscular body tingled with raw pleasure from the time he just had with his wife. As a king and god, he was entitled to having as many consorts as he wanted. Though he indulged in the regular philandering the great yoruba warriors were popular for, he was a loving husband and ruler. He had only decided to lie with Osun at the last minute because Oya his concubine wasn't of an agreeable disposition today. Though given to violent bursts of his own, Sango was always repentant when he did something wrong. He however, rarely showed this repentance because the council of elders would take this as a weakness on his part. Weak Kings weren't allowed to rule for long before being presented with the parrot's egg. A sign that the King wasn't fit to wear the crown anymore and should commit suicide. He looked forward to making it up to Oya later this evening by charging his body all over with sparks as he took her in a place by her spirit River, when the moon was at its brightest. She would like that he was sure. He smiled as he remembered the time when Oya was the love of his life. She was the strongest among all the female warriors in the land. She had even embarrassed many a warrior as she beat them in contests of stealth, swiftness, and even strength sometimes.

Oya once formed the very reason  he breathed. He wasn't given to public shows of affection so he had usually waited till dark before sneaking to her. They would talk, wrestle, embrace, and lie in each other's arms, reluctantly parting at the first cock crow. Indeed he had truly loved her and in a quiet part of his heart, he still did.

   
All this had changed when he told her he couldn't marry her publicly. Though she seemed a little at ease when he took his first wife Oba, she grew vexed when he married a second Osun. She was extremely jealous of Osun and that was not without good reason.

                                                                    

Osun was exceptionally beautiful too. Apart from that, she was one of the most amazing cooks to ever walk the land. The aroma of her dishes
wafted through the palace, sending everybody into a trance as they somehow found an excuse to visit her hut in hopes of getting a taste of her meal. Osun rarely disappointed anybody as she took pride in dishing out tirelessly, her delicious soups and porridge to anyone who came around. This was the one thing that had attracted Sango to her in the first place. Her meal had surpassed that of the old women skilled in the art of cooking ceremonial meals during the festival, 5 years ago. This feat was unheard of in the land. Many people had shunned the delicious 'gbegiri and ewedu' prepared by the iya arugbos' as they were called and trooped to the slender woman's smoky kitchen for a taste of the ambrosia she had come up with. Hah!!! Those were good timed Sango said to himself. A time when war was newly over after saving his weakling of a brother and ascending the throne. He could nearly taste the heavenly flavour of the egusi soup Osun had served him that day.
Sango was torn from his thoughts as a strange feeling crept over him. Something was going on with one of his wives. Oba's voice could be heard singing to her baby in the hut nearby and Osun was still sleeping off the exhaustion his legendary love-making skills had caused her. Oya was up to some mischief and he had a feeling it was worse than anything she had ever done before.
He felt the rising of her breath and the desire in her body. No! He thought. She was probably pleasuring her self because of his denial of her. But wait!! He could also feel the touch of strange hands as they groped her. He felt the presence of a foreign being in his kingdom. This was not going to be forgiven in a thousand years, he thought as his temper rose and fire filled his eyes. Oya was his and his alone. No matter what he did with any woman, no one could lay claim to her except him. Someone was going to be struck with his terrible thunder. This was war.

Quicker than the speed of thought, he appeared at the location he had felt Oya. His eyes locked on to a sight that would change him for the rest of his life. A strange man had Oya in his arms, and was kissing her. Her moans could be heard from where he stood. His heart broke as he she dropped her wrapper from her body and begged the stranger to take her. Tears of agony and excruciating pain filled his heart and  he couldn't watch this stranger plunder a body he thought as his own.
He summoned a wave of lightning powerful enough destroy an entire army and struck.
The lightning tore through the stranger's body ripping him from Oya's embrace. Strangely the stranger was still in one piece. No matter! That would be dealt with later on. For now his anger was with one person alone, Oya.
How dare you!!!!!!!!!! His voice sounded like crack of thunder. Despite her ferocity, even Oya knew when to shut up and cower. This was one of such moments. She expected the fire of Sango's wrath to tear through her any moment from now. She knew she had outdone herself this time.
Come to me. Sango's anger filled voice had dissipated to a low whisper. She was more afraid this time. This only meant something more terrible than being roasted by lightning. Please my lord, kill me now that this shame not extend to my children. Her voice that was previously filled with lust was now pitiful to hear.
Sango's eyes turned from her as the pain of a broken heart tore through his chest. Sango felt defeated.his eyes alighted on the strange hammer still in the stranger's grasp. It was the most beautiful weapon he had ever seen. Its handle like the black ivory of the elephants his ancestors used to hunt. Its head was so solid and terrible to behold that a first glance would show that it wasn't for carpentry but war. He had to hold know how it felt in his arms.
A wave of power and electricity tore ripped through his body as his fingers made contact with the hammer. The stranger got up and with the flash of lightning slammed him on the face with the hammer. Never before had he felt such pain. Mjolnir!!! He heard the stranger cry as he summoned a wave of lightning and hail from the skies into his hammer and directed it at Sango. Only a spilt second decision saved Sango from becoming like the roasted pork Osun served him this morning. He dodged to the side just as the lightning flashed by wher he stood a second ago. This was no mortal, this was a god like he had never seen before.
  To be continued.