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[Note: The events of Civil War happened differently in this world, leading to a mutant rebellion that split the X-Men and culminating in a version of World War Hulk that led to a large-scale destruction in Manhattan, a somewhat rehabilitated public opinion of superhumans, and a negotiated settlement to the conflict over Registration. In additon, the events of Infinite Crisis have led to a merged Earth where numerous (though altered) elements of the DC Universe have been incorporated into the Marvel one. The JLA and all other characters and elements of the DC Universe are owned by DC and Time Warner.]
Chapter 1: Thunderstruck
For all it's occasional bullshit, Jessica had to admit that being an Avenger was a pretty good deal. Despite the plethora of pathetic would-be supervillains they had to deal with, despite the serious and deadly threats sprinkled among the legions of losers, despite the long list of Z-list jokes that had populated their own roster at times over the years, despite the rivalry with the newly-arrived "JLA" and their accompanying heroes from the other Earth, even despite the recent mess over the Super Human Registration Act, she wouldn't trade it.
For one, it paid well. Thanks to Stark money and other sources of funding, the salary for a full-time Avenger was in the low six figures and reservists could pull a significant percentage of that pro-rated by their attendance and duty load. And thanks to the absorption of the former 50 State Initiative program, there were more opportunities for reserve Avengers than ever. Local heroes in every region could, if approved, get Avengers status and the accompanying financial, legal, and support benefits that came with a reservist membership all while continuing their local superheroing careers. For a lot of small-time local heroes, that could make the difference between having to struggle to maintain a civilian career to keep the bills paid and being able to hero full-time. The benefits and support network were top-notch as well.
For regular members like her, the benefits were even better. Rather than the simple support outposts the regional reserve members got access to through the Initiative program, regular members on the east and west coasts got access to full Avengers bases and everything that entailed. Equipment, facilities, even room and board were free to members meaning that concievably one could live quite comfortably at one of the Avengers Mansions and scarcely need to touch their salary. And while the organization no longer maintained a seperate West Coast Avengers team as it once had, they still maintained a full base there linked by SHIELD teleporters to the main base in New York and regular members could fulfill their duty and attendance requirements at either one. For Jessica, that was a godsend as it enabled her to easily maintain her residence and private detective practice in San Fransisco, the only place she'd ever felt she could truly call home.
Today was one of her "on-duty" days, but in calm times without a crisis at hand that mostly just consisted of being present and on base. There were no meetings scheduled for the day, and aside from a brief four-hour shift of monitor duty she was free barring any emergencies. And so it was that she was in the cafeteria sitting with a fresh tall cup of coffee and something to eat. That was another benefit to membership, the food was free and of excellent quality and variety. Sure, it was prepared by a catering staff consisting mostly of robots, but it was still good stuff. Good enough that she was glad that their training and exercise regimen was so stout, not to mention the rigors of active duty. She sure as hell wouldn't be burning off these kind of calories sitting on monitor duty, superhuman metabolism or not.
On the subject of metabolism and calories, this line of thought was interrupted by a blond, muscled giant of a man sitting at a nearby table with a heavy-piled plate of gravy laden chicken breasts and a "mug" of ale that was the size of a bar pitcher. Despite this display of prodiguous consumption, his 7-foot frame was as hard and smooth as a marble statue and free of flaw or fat beyond the minimum. Still, despite his size and muscle, he retained a sort of sleekness to his look, like a jungle cat that manages to be both muscular and svelte in the same form. The lengthy mane of silky golden hair or gemlike blue eyes didn't hurt either, set in a face that like his build was both hard and smooth, almost boyish despite the thousands of years behind those eyes that made his gaze like a thing of diamond. This was Thor, Asgardian God of Thunder and one of the original founding Avengers.
Of course, he noticed her looking at him. Not much got past that wolf-like gaze. He simply nodded to her, raising his mug a touch in a salute before continuing his meal and drink.
"Lady Jessica".
A simple acknowledgement, yet in those short words he conveyed a respect for her that belied his status as a god and she a mortal. A teammate and ally, a fellow warrior, despite that she was even with her delayed aging but a fraction of his years, and a fraction of his power, still he respected her. In a way it was deeply flattering, and it also spoke of his basic nobility. A literal god, son of the Earth Mother and the Allfather Odin, both beings of scarcely imaginable age and power and himself immensely old and powerful, and yet he didn't lord it over her or arrogantly flaunt his innate superiority. It only made him yet more attractive, adding to his presence rather than detracting from his perfection as a narcissistic attitude would. And he was blond... with a barely supressed blush and touch of almost schoolgirlish nervousness she found herself reminded of her dream of the night before, and the blonde men that had serviced her feminine needs so effectively. Part of her was sure that but the one of him could match the entire grouping of her dream phantoms, and that part of her was quite interested in settling that bet, while the rest of her was more concerned with hoping he hadn't noticed her reaction and deduced her line of thought. Still, it was tempting...
For Thor the Odinson, he could naught but notice the flitting, flirting gaze of his female teammate and fighting companion. How many times had he seen just that mix of intense gaze, then flush and quick look away over his thousands of years? It was unmistakable. And yet still, despite the countless women before her or the fact of her mortal nature, he still took pride in her approval. She was still female, and quite an attractive one at that. Her raven hair and eyes of sapphire reminded him strongly of his once-beloved Sif, and her form and features were certainly no less than what would be called attractive in Asgardian circles. Her power and skill as well were no less than one might find in a warrior of the Aesir people, and if he limited himself to those of his own power and rank he would find himself with few mates to choose from indeed. And besides, her courage and spirit were certainly not lacking, as he had seen her risk her life time and again in battle with foes of frightening power and deadliness and never seen her waver. Truly, she was a woman worthy of the Thunder God and he would consider himself fortunate to share her bed. And thus, with a decisiveness forged from centuries of experience, he was up and taking action from the moment his decision was reached.
"Milady, might I join you?"
For a moment, as he stood before her, she blinked and stared, stunned into gaping silence... then a moment later her pride and spy-trained self-control kicked in and her gaze hardened into a mask of nonchalance, feigning a confidence she didn't feel as she waved at the empty seat before her.
"Go ahead, it's not taken."
And to her shock and surprise, and an actual flare of anger, he laughed, hard and long. She was but a moment away from standing in outrage and cursing his offense, when he stopped and gave her a warm, disarming smile that set her off-balance yet again.
"Forgive me, milady, I was merely struck by the spirit you displayed in banishing uncertainty and replacing it with steel. Truly, you are a warrior woman of the highest caliber."
Again caught offguard, but instead of faltering she merely frowned, displaying a mix of skepticism and confusion and prompting him to explain himself. It put the initiative in her favor and invited his reply, tipping his hand as he revealed himself. It was again her spy training kicking in, and it worked. He sat, and locked his gaze on her with an intense sincerity blazing in his eyes.
"Milady... Jessica... I could not help but notice your gaze on me, and be pleased with it. You honor me with your attentions, and I am not lacking in admiration for you. Should you choose my companionship, you have it at your request. If you do not, I will speak no more of it."
She was, in a word, thunderstruck. The simple directness and yet deft politeness of his words and offer were disarmingly effective, and like his face and form displayed an alluring mixture of strong and soft, steely and silky, though leaning strongly towards the former. Like the proverbial iron fist in a velvet glove. What was mere temptation intensified into fierce desire. And yet, a hundred reasons why not raged through her mind as her cautious reason did battle with impulsive desire.
Her inner storm of indecision was interrupted, decisively, by the warm and literally electric press of lips to her own in a kiss the power of which compared well with the storm at his command. Her initial shock and resistance melted away to be replaced by the soft mmm in her throat and the response of her body as she closed her eyes and returned the kiss with an intensity of her own. And then, just as suddenly, he was walking away, with a soft salute of a nod to her. He was leaving the decision to her, just as he said he would. He truly did respect her.
"Thor... wait..."
-----
It was but a few short minutes later when they all but tumbled through the door of her room, her clung to him and kissing him as he maneuvered them through the doorway and to her bed. It was but moments after that which found her on her bed, arms and legs wrapped around him, lips and tongues dancing in tune together. She wasn't even sure exactly how long it had been since she'd had a man, but she wanted this one. Entangled and enraptured in their passion as they were, they managed to shed their clothes almost without thought or effort, until she lay bare and naked under his gaze while he, oddly enough, retained his pants. Suddenly self-conscious under the gaze of this centuries old god, her mind lingered on every perceived flaw she had, but instead he simply smiled on her with undisguised approval for what he saw.
Indeed, Thor found her revealed form as pleasing as her clothed one, though in truth her skin-tight fighting outfit left little to the imagination. Still, seeing it in the flesh with her feminine details laid bare to his gaze was rewarding and enticing. Truly, she was a beauty that rivaled any in Asgard. Drinking her in with his eyes, he smiled before resuming their kiss with with not only passion this time but with purpose as well. As one hand cradled her to him, the other stroked her skin and outlined her firm and curvaceous form, and soon his seeking mouth had found her jawline, then her neck, then the joining of her neck and shoulders, and in due time he settled his face to her chest to partake of the womanly fruits there. As patient as one of his deep experience could only be and as skillfully aware of when and how to progress step by step, when his mouth took her rosy nipple into his mouth it was not a moment before she was ready for him to do so, nor did his fingertips reach her moistening woman's center a whit before she was heated and welcoming to his touch. And so it was that he spent just the right amount of time enjoying the warm soft swell of her breast and stoking the flames of desire in her belly before he was kissing down that same belly to seek the core of her heat and want.
Jessica could hardly believe what she was feeling, better than any man before him and indeed, she could easily close her eyes and imagine it were a woman progressing down her body with expert, knowing touches and honed timing in perfect tune with the rising rhythmic pulse of her desires. In fact, not just any woman, but an expert woman, like unto the best she'd had. And when his mouth enclosed and claimed her womanhood, his tongue probing her sex with expert intensity, she threw her head back and moaned. As the pleasure rippled and rushed through her body, she gripped the sheets and tensed, writhing and moaning as she rode the waves of ecstacy flowing upwards through her center and crashing like waves upon her consciousness. The part of her that could still reason knew that her climax would come soon, and almost certainly more than simply once. It was inevitable as her most intimate flesh and the pleasure nerves it bore were worked like an exquisite musical instrument in the hands of a virtuoso.
For a moment, despite his centuries of experience, Thor was stunned when his face reached her sex, overwhelmed as he drank deeply of her womanly scent. By Idunn's apples, he'd never smelled a woman more enticing even among the goddesses of Asgard. Only Amora, the Enchantress herself, could compare and she was a very goddess of seduction. It was then that Thor remembered the way he'd seen this woman enchant and enrapture mortal men, taking command of them by her scent alone, and realized that smelling good was literally one of her powers. And a potent one indeed, he realized as her natural scent and it's powerful pheremones excited in him a sexual hunger in him as strong as any he'd known and he devoured her feminine nectar with a ferocious abandon that had only one singular purpose, to drink of her every drop as if it were ambrosia itself.
Neither one were sure how long it was until the first climax struck her like a thunderbolt, coiling her whole body like a spring and ripping screams of orgasmic, shattering joy from her with all the power in her lungs. Nor could either one be sure how many times she was struck, as aftershocks melded with new quakes and neither willing to end the contact until it finally grew too much for her and she pushed him away if nothing else to get her breath back, pushed beyond even her incredible aerobic endurance by too much pleasurable exertion.
It was as she recovered from her pleasure high that he finally removed his pants, having gallantly seen to her needs before even exposing his own manhood to her. Without pressing his weight uopn her, he crossed her body with his own once more, kissing her deeply and sharing her scent and taste with her as his lower hammer rubbed at the enflamed lips of her sex. He paused, locked eyes with her, and awaited her assent before he continued. She comprehended his silent request quicly, her eyes registering appreciation at the respect of pausing for her permission, before she gave a soft nod and spoke.
"Yes.Take me."
He needed no more encouragement as his manhood found her soft and slickened entrance and pushed deeply into her, enveloping himself in her velvet heat with a growling moan into their renewed kiss. In but moments of incredible pleasure he was sheathed completely within her gripping core, feeling her inner muscles flutter and clench around him. By all the gods, she was tight! Rarely could a mortal woman compare to an Asgardian, but her strength was far from that of a mortal woman and the seal of their joining was perfect. After giving them both a moment to luxuriate in their connection, he slowly began to move his hips against her before beginning a gentle thrusting rhythm that slowly built in intensity as their passion grew. Her own moans and soft cooing cries, along with the firm grip of her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him to her, were proof that she was truly receptive and their joining was true. The time for words and thoughts were over, their bodies and souls working as one to only one goal, the completion of their mating.
To his surprise, however, immediately after she regained her senses from her first orgasm while joined to him, and before he could join her in completion, she stopped him. It wasn't surprising that she experienced climax through their mating, it was to be expected that she'd reach her peak first given that he'd given her several already before they were even joined. What was surprising was that she'd stopped him when they were so close to finishing an act that to that point they had both wanted so much.
"Thor... you can't!... not inside me. I'm not protected."
He simply blinked at her, a single blond eyebrow raised quizzically. She obliged him with an explanation.
"I'm basically immune to medicine, there's nothing preventing my fertility. And sorry but as much an honor as I'm sure it'd be, I'm not ready to be the proud mother of a demigod."
He nodded grimly, absorbing this. He certainly understood the problem. Among Asgardians, an alchemical remedy, simple spell, or magical item was enough to ensure that a woman only bore the fruit of mating when they chose. It was his understanding that technology and medicine had made it thus on Midgard among mortal women as well. But she was immune to such remedies, and they had no time to prepare as suddenly as their desire had come upon them.
"So... what shall we do? Do you have a solution in mind?" He hoped she wouldn't say they simply do no more... he would accept this, but he would be sorely annoyed and disappointed to be brought so close and be unable to finish. It was beneath his dignity to finish the job himself, and he wasn't in the habit of simply seducing mortal women at the drop of a snowflake. If she denied him, he would have to wait until the next natural opportunity with a woman presented itself and that would be nowhere near soon enough to provide him relief from his arousal now.
Jessica remained silent as she considered what do to. She didn't want to risk him going off inside her, but she didn't feel it was fair to leave him hanging, especially given how well he'd done in bringing her off more than just once or twice. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had her, but she wasn't sure how to do it since using her pussy was out of the question. She dismissed a mere handjob as pathetic and disappointing, but she had no taste for using her mouth on him or of tasting his cum, and neither did she relish the thought of letting him use her breasts knowing her face would surely be coated in his liquid lust. That left only one good option she could think of, one that she'd "experienced" in her dream of the night before. She doubted it would or could be as pleasurable as it had been in her dream, but even if it was only mildly uncomfortable instead of outright painful it would be worth putting up with to give him his turn. As skilled and receptive to her needs as he'd been so far, she was sure he could be gentle enough to make it not that difficult an experience.
"Thor... have you ever... done a woman in her rear? As in, you know, the other hole?"
She felt rather silly even asking the question, thinking it rather unlikely that there was much of anything he hadn't done in his thousands of years of life, but she also didn't know if he'd be offended by the question. She didn't know Norse or Asgardian views on the subject of what Christianity called sodomy, so she had to hope he wouldn't react badly. That thought in mind, she was relieved when he simply nodded and quipped.
"I must admit I am hardly the expert that an Olympian might be, but I'm not new to the technique. Is that what you want?"
She slowly nodded. "Yes, I think so. I can't think of any better ideas, and I've done it before. You can go easy on me, can't you?"
Thor smiled reassuringly, and nodded. "Aye, I can do that."
-----
A relatively short and not at all unpleasant time later, Thor withdrew his paired fingers from her lubed and well-prepared rear entrance, and she nodded back at him over her shoulder.
"I'm ready".
He nodded, and took a mounting position above and behind her rear, and placed his own lube-slickened shaft at her tightly-puckered rear entrance. Pushing gently but firmly, giving her time to take deep breaths and adjust to his intrusion in her tightest hole, he slowly pushed his way through her clutching anus and into her hot, soft rectum. She gasped out at the feeling, and in moments where she clenched down and felt pain, he dutifully stopped at even her slightest whimper and held in place to allow her to relax once more until she cleared him to proceed. That way, over the course of minutes, they worked him into her ass to the very hilt. No, it wasn't as smooth or easy as in her dream, but it wasn't as bad as she remembered it either despite Thor's impressive size. The feeling of fullness was incredible, like her ass was welded to his dick and it was filling her to the very core of her being. What discomfort she felt was fading, and began to fade considerably more when she felt his fingers reach around her body to stroke her slit and then find and massage her clit, without moving himself within her. Slowly but surely, her body adjusted and the discomfort was banished by the pleasure form her clit while the feeling of fullness remained. Slowly, the realization came to her that she could get more out of this than just returning the favors he'd given her.
As her pleasure and arousal grew, she reached a point where the feeling of fullness wasn't enough and her body wanted more... she nodded and hissed softly "Do it... fuck me...!"
Though Thor had indeed done this before, it wasn't an often done thing for him, and he marveled at her tightness and the amazing feel of her back passage gripping him even stronger than her pussy had. The feeling was nothing short of astonishing as he slowly begin a gentle rhythm of long, slow but strong thrusts as her body was able to adapt, continuing the attention on her clit and slowly losing himself in the feeling of fucking her tight ass. Soon enough, they reached a pace and pattern that hit for them both, and her moans were matched by his own growls as their pleasure grew. As close as he'd been before, and as incredible as it felt to be fucking her deep into her bowels, he knew it wouldn't be long until he was pumping her insides full with hot blasts of his pleasure fluid. It was taking no less than an act of pure godly will to wait for her own climax to hit before letting loose with his own.
For Jessica, any thought of pain or discomfort had been long forgotten as the combination of deep buttfucking strokes and expert fingers on and in her sex conspired to send waves of ever-intensifying pleasure cascading in waves through her body with every thrust. That feeling of deep fullness that she'd experienced when he was held still inside her was replaced with deep, strong thrusts that made her feel like he was fucking her soul, and that amazing feeling of being so thoroughly fucked was working with the more direct pleasure from her sex to build inexorably towards her orgasm as if he were pumping her full of pleasure itself and it was building up within her to the point of explosive release. As astonishing as it was to her, she was going to come from buttsex, and she was loving every assfucking, sodomizing, anal screwing rectum reaming moment of it!
It ended almost too soon as her pleasure finally overtook her completely, her body tensing like spring steel as she screamed out in mind-shattering ecstatic bliss, followed by a roar from him as he squirted hot sex deep into her gut, coating her bowels as her rectum spasmed around his shaft and her anal sphincter clenched him in a viselike grip that held him in place as they rode out their climax together.
It was as their senses returned to them that they noticed the light of the open door and a new presence in the room, along with a familiar female voice.
"And just what in the fuck is going on in here?"
[to be continued]
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