Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Reaching Understanding (GoW: Ragnarok)

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Themes: Big Dick, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: Whilst in Asgard, Atreus decides to search Sif's rooms to find out why she seems so cold towards him. When she walks in on him having just come back from the baths, she decides it's time to break her dry spell since her husband doesn't seem interested in her anymore. And besides, being half Giant means Atreus is more than equipped to handle the task. 

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“What are you doing?”

Immediately, Atreus knew he’d fucked up. Getting caught snooping in a Goddess’ room was bad enough, but for it to be Lady Sif was even worse. Especially since she clearly had issues with him. But then, that was why he’d come here in the first place. He’d been intending to look around her quarters and hopefully discover why she was so cold with him.

Unfortunately, he’d underestimated just how much time the blonde Goddess would spend in the baths. Standing there in nothing but her flesh, the bare-naked Lady Sif’s eyes are narrowed at him as Atreus valiantly does his best not to look anywhere below her neck. She certainly doesn’t appear to be embarrassed to be nude before him, but he was certainly embarrassed for her.

And yet… he was also his father’s son. With his subterfuge discovered and his more subtle option taken, Atreus straightens up and holds his head high as he decides to go with the far blunter path forward.

“I want to know what your issue with me is. I want to know why you seem to hate me.”

Sif’s eyes widen in surprise at that, perhaps because of his audacity, or perhaps out of incredulity.

“Truly? You don’t know?”

Brow furrowing, Atreus shakes his head, lips pulled into a frown as he watches the naked Goddess prowl further into the room. He’s very careful not to let her get TOO close, keeping a certain amount of space between them, but she’s not actually trying to approach him anyways, so it’s fine.

“… I see. Amusing that you would look upon the face of your kill’s mother and not recognize him in her. But then… I suppose my son Modi did always take more after Thor than me, didn’t he?”

Now it’s Atreus’ turn to go wide-eyed. He did in fact remember Modi. He remembered Modi quite well. Modi, Magni, and their Uncle Baldur. They’d all aimed to kill him. One might argue he’d only defended himself. Except… Modi’s death was not truly in self-defense. And Atreus regretted his actions to this day.

“… I’m sorry for your loss. I owe you a debt, Lady Sif.”

The Goddess of Family is most definitely not expecting that reaction, judging by the way she goes still. After a moment, she scoffs, clearly trying to downplay her grief.

“Modi’s choices were his own. But Odin did not have to pile on the insult of his death by giving you his room like they were some spoils of war.”

He hadn’t known his room on Asgard had been Modi’s. If he had… he probably wouldn’t have slept a wink there. The hubris that had led Atreus to strike down Modi might have eventually been broken by later experiences, but he still carried the weight of his guilt. He certainly wouldn’t be going back to that room to sleep any further.

“… I apologize again. I shall not use the room again.”

Silence falls as Sif studies him, well and truly surprised now. He doesn’t know what’s going through her head as she looks at him like a particularly interesting bug. He’s also still doing his best not to stare at her naked body, dripping even now with the water from the baths. She stands there in all of her feminine glory, the Norse Goddess looking quite beautiful… or so he would assume. Atreus doesn’t dare to even sneak a peek.

He's beginning to think she wants him to leave, when Sif suddenly speaks up.

“You acknowledge your debt to me? The life of a child. That is what you owe me.”

Atreus stiffens up at that. His lips press tightly together as he considers his next words very carefully. He won’t… he can’t agree to let Sif kill his firstborn or anything as crazy as that, even if he hasn’t even had sex yet. As such…

“Life, maybe. NOT death though.”

Rather than get angry with him, Sif’s lips quirk into a smirk.

“Clever boy. Very well. Life it is. Disrobe.”

Wait, what? Atreus stares at Sif’s face, gobsmacked as she does now approach him. He can’t seem to move, frozen in place until her hand comes down upon his chest and pushes him back… towards the bed behind him.

“You heard me, boy. Disrobe.”

Flushing, Atreus moves quickly… and shucks off his shirt, followed by his pants. Soon, even his underthings are gone and he stands entirely naked before the Goddess of the Harvest. Sif doesn’t hesitate to look as he did. She doesn’t hold herself to the same standard Atreus had. Her eyes slide down his nude body, taking in every… aspect of his flesh. Her lips curl at what she sees, though whether it’s amusement or excitement, he cannot say.

What he can say is that he’s no longer going to hold himself back if she won’t show him similar courtesy. His own eyes finally dip below Sif’s neckline at long last, and he soaks in her voluptuous, curvaceous, feminine form in all of its glory. The Goddess is beauty incarnate, while also having chiseled abs and a powerful frame. Her figure is that of an hourglass all the same, with a large derriere and a large set of breasts and a much thinner waist.

“I see that you are small except for where it counts.”

Atreus’ eyes have slid down Sif’s body, so he doesn’t realize she’s kneeling before him until she descends down to her knees and suddenly he’s making eye contact with her again. The young half-giant can only watch in wide-eyed awe as Lady Sif grabs hold of his cock… which, as she’d mentioned, is comparatively massive to the rest of his still growing body. He’s still got along way to go when it comes to height and all of that, but in this one regard… yes, Atreus has become increasingly well-endowed. Of that, there is no question.

Even still, he never expected to have Sif’s hands on his fat, throbbing cock. Nor her lips to fall upon his thick, bulbous tip. Her tongue traces out for a moment, before she begins to lick along his cockhead and shaft with a gusto that causes Atreus to gasp in pleasure and surprise alike.

From there, the Norse Goddess says nothing else for a time… she’s too busy taking his girthy length in her mouth. And it’s no easy task for her either. Her jaw has to stretch incredibly wide for Atreus’ shaft to fit past her lips, and she gurgles as she nevertheless forces herself down more and more of his dick. Inch after inch passes into her wet, warm cavern of a mouth, as Atreus gasps from the feeling of her lips wrapped around his prick.

Then… all of the sudden she’s slamming herself back and forth along his shaft, leaving the young half-giant with no recourse but to set himself in place and withstand the abrupt onslaught like a tree in the middle of a storm.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

The Goddess of the Harvest is proving to be a glutton for his meaty pillar-like phallus. She gurgles up and down his length, her eyes very nearly going crossed. Atreus, unable to help himself, reaches out and slides his fingers through her blonde locks as she kneels there before him. Her hands fall from his shaft as she takes more and more of it into her mouth. She ends up with her back arched and her fine, full ass jutting outwards. Almost like a promise. Or a threat.

The enthusiastic self-inflicted face fucking continues on for some time, until finally Sif yanks herself back off of his cock, recoiling from it as though its suddenly a snake, tearing herself out of his grasp too. She looks at him with wet eyes bereft of shed tears, and an accusation in her gaze… followed by a challenge.

“You promised me a child, boy. You’d best be prepared to deliver.”

Atreus might have done a lot of maturing in the last few years, and also learned a lot about arrogance and hubris and the consequences of both. But he was still a young man and he still had his pride. With a lust-filled growl, he doesn’t hesitate to tackle Sif onto her back and pin her to the floor of her own quarters.

“I’m not a boy anymore. And I’ll be happy to prove it to you!”

Before Sif can do more than inhale some air into her lungs in preparation for a likely response, Atreus has already punched forward into her waiting quim. She’s more than ready for him, thankfully. Her pussy is as wet as his cock is, her insides coated in her own juices in the same way his massive member shines with her saliva and drool.

The Goddess of Family gasps, her lips parted but no words come out as he knocks the air from her lungs. Grabbing her by her ankles, Atreus folds her legs up on either side of her like a pair of chicken wings, framing her gorgeous bust and her rippling abs as she lays there beneath him. His grunts are soon matched by her moans and groans, even as Sif shudders beneath him.

He doesn’t demand her submission or anything as foolish as that. But he DOES intend to give the Lady Sif a pounding she will not soon forget. In this moment, wordlessly, Atreus swears to himself that he will etch his memory into the beautiful Goddess’ body.

To that end, even as he drills into her with his massive cock, Atreus reaches out and grabs her tits as well. He gropes and squeezes them both, pinching her nipples as she gasps beneath him. His harsh treatment of her breasts DOES prompt words from her at long last, her eyes filled with a half-hearted glare that she clearly doesn’t truly feel, even as she tries and fails to scowl at him.

“D-Disrespectful… whelp.”

Atreus just gives her a cheeky grin, pinching her nipples between both of his fingers and yanking her large bosom up by their teats. Sif’s eyes widen at this and then proceed to roll back in her head. She lets out a howling moan as he brings her to climax at long last. Feeling her pussy walls wrapping and tightening around his dick, Atreus knows that he’s got to keep up his momentum. More than that, he knows that the Goddess will feel obligated to try to reclaim some semblance of control once she recovers from her stupor. Her honor will demand no less.

But then, he is supposed to be the God of Mischief, is he not? So why shouldn’t he give her what she wants… while also continuing to show off? A small grin spreads across Atreus’ face, as he pulls out of Sif while she’s still in the throes of passion. He yanks her up off of the ground and finally moves things to the bed.

She’s just beginning to protest his manhandling of her, when he lays back on said bed and pulls her on top of him. His hands grip tightly upon the blonde Goddess’ waist as he lifts her up… and promptly impales her on his massive, throbbing, half-giant cock. His huge length pierces up into Sif’s core like never before. He finds himself deeper inside of her than he was previously, with her legs spread wide on either side of his legs.

“Oooooh!”

Grinning as she has to plant her hands on either side of him just to anchor herself, Atreus waits a moment… and then thrusts up into her from below, revealing that his small size is deceptive. He has his father’s strength, undeniably.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it Lady Sif? To be fucked and bred by a boy?”

‘By the boy who killed your son’ is left unsaid. No need to ruin the mood or anything like that. Sif grunts, and he can feel the way her muscles are spasming as she tries to assert some control. After all, she’s on top now. She should easily be able to turn the tables on him. Rather, one might argue Atreus has turned the table son himself by ceding the top position to the Goddess, and by putting himself on the bottom in the more disadvantageous spot.

… Atreus would argue that those who would say as much were dead wrong. From down here, he’s not put himself at a disadvantage. No, in truth, he’s given himself all the room in the world to capitalize on his early lead. Still recovering from the orgasm he’d managed to extract from her, still attempting to get her bearings after sex with him proved to be unexpectedly good, Sif can’t do much more than moan as Atreus pounds up into her from below.

He can’t see her face right now, but he can imagine it well enough. Her eyes still rolled up in the back of her head. Her mouth open and her tongue threatening but not quite spilling out. Meanwhile, her breasts are bouncing all over the place. Not laden with milk just yet, Sif’s chest is still the largest that Atreus has ever had the pleasure of witnessing. As he hammers up into her from below with every last inch of his cock, the God of Mischief reaches up and grabs those tits of hers, giving them another good, solid squeeze.

“You-!”

But Sif’s chiding never gets the chance to finish, because Atreus has hit upon her weak point once more. Getting fucked and fondled at the same time is not something that the Goddess of the Harvest can easily withstand it would seem. Lady Sif lets out a very undignified, unladylike cry and cums yet again upon his cock. This time around, Atreus can’t hold back.

He cums in turn, spilling his seed up into Sif’s womb. His release explodes out of him like a geyser, pumping directly into the Norse Goddess’ quim, filling her and filling her. Honestly, it feels like he spends an eternity just packing his jizz inside of her. By the time he’s done, Atreus is feeling more than a little spent… but luckily, Sif is in the same boat.

Having him bloat her with his essence leaves the Goddess panting as she flops down onto the bed beside him. For a few moments, the two just stare up at the ceiling in silence. Until Atreus finally breaks it, his tone a little raspy.

“I meant what I said… I won’t use Modi’s room anymore. It’s not my place.”

Slowly, Sif turns her head to look at him. The corner of her mouth quirks up ever so slightly.

“Indeed you will not. You will stay here from now on.”

Atreus’ eyes widen at that, but Sif’s hand is already back on his cock, stroking it up and down as she finishes her explanation.

“After all, you have promised me a life. And one session may not be enough for the seed to take.”

Well… alright then.