Icy cold cream marble reflects the stone pillars lining the white walls. Every powerful man and woman in Asgard stands lined wearing the same red robes on either side of the wall, leading to a high raised platform decorated in red and gold. They all stare at the platform waiting for her arrival. Odin, Thor, and Loki kneel in armor at the steps of the white marble platform. They stare emptily into the green vines and red white roses growing on the back wall- awaiting her. A glorious light opens the tall ceiling and shines a bright blue down to the floor, snapping everyone's sweaty attention- their anticipation builds by the second before finally the beam explodes: a white light shields her gloriousness as everyone is blinded. Questions and curiosities over spill to the point of silence until, after ages, the light fades to a glow around her bare figure: her golden hair piled on top of her bare head, cheap pajamas cladding to her pale body. Her eyes remain closed until she realizes where she is- everyone in the hall awaits her first wise words, for at long last, the true power has graced their presence, despite her rude and immodest clothing. Odin stares her down, waiting; Thor engulfs her beauty and exposure with a blush; Loki absorbs her presence with a well hid smirk. Finally, the true speaker of the universe has crossed over to her home that she does not know of. Her eyes begin to stir, a sweat breaks across the room. Her outstretched arms slowly drape around her body, restlessness infecting the room. Finally, her eyes lazily stretch open. She blinks. She understands her surroundings. Her eyes, bulging in fear and curiosity, open quicker then her mouth, tumbling out the words:
“What. The. Fuck?”
“This is an absolute OUTRAGE, we must have the wrong girl!” The Allfather bellows as he charges down the hallway. His accompanies hustle after him, all making excuses in defense of her. “There’s no way that foul mouthed, slutty, veslingr could be The Guide, she has no grace or intellect, I will not allow her in these walls.”
“Father,” Thor shouts, “You must give her a chance, she’s was raised on Earth and knows nothing other than that, she must become accustomed to this life before she fulfills her prophecy.”
The Allfather stops in the middle of the hallway, bringing everyone to a halt. In a low, raspy voice, he growls, “Where is she now?”
Nervous electricity rings through the air before a quiet Thor mutters, “In the garden, my lord…”
She tenderly jaunts through the maze of the garden, gulping each floral breath. Her heart jumps from beating fast from excitement to slow out of awe- each new flower she’s never seen fills her with joy. Without realizing it, she’s strolled through an hour’s worth of roses, hepatica, sweet williams, foxgloves, tiger lilies, and other breath taking greenery; before long, she comes to the edge of a hedge and finds a grand Cherry Weeping Willow. I use to have one as a child… she thinks to herself. She dashes towards the hundred foot tall tree and admires the beauty of it: the soft pink petals dance elegantly in the breeze, lively vines climb up the thick trunk and around a small hole filled with a birds nest, the gorgeous limbs twist outwards towards the purple sky- when she arrives at the base of the trunk, she can’t help but wrap her arms around the side, fully embracing the life created. The longer she stands holding the tree, the lighter her chest and the clearer her head is, but it is soon interrupted.
Loki stands, raven hair slicked back and emerald eyes shining, with a pile of clothes in hand behind the girl. “You made quite the entrance, dear.” His slender voice speaks.
She giggles, “Well, it’s been a lovely dream, I almost don’t want to wake up.”
A question mark slaps onto his face and a devious smile spreads, “You believe you’re dreaming?”
Still wrapped around the tree, she breathes out, “Well of course I am, where else would I be? I just put on my pajamas and went to bed for school tomorrow, now I’m hugging the tree I’ve always wanted to grow in the garden I’ve always wanted to have.”
“My father sent these clothes so you may be more modest and,” he exhorted, “Since this is just a dream, you have no reason not to change now. You wouldn’t want to waste any precious time, would you?” Wouldn’t want to waste that precious figure, either.
“Well, I don’t see why not.” She simply states. She unlatches herself from the tree and peacefully strides to the handsome prince, crossing her arms at the base of her hips and twisting her black tank top off, releasing her bare breasts. She places the top in the prince’s other hand before clapping her palms on her hips and dragging them down, her womanhood only covered by a lacey pink thong, and kicks the blue plaid booty shorts into the prince’s hand- she stretches her hands above her head and twists her back before accepting the deep purple, silk dress. His eyes drip with lust and mischief as he watches her slip the dress over her body, breasts clearly defined and fully erect.
He strides closer to her and whispers lowley in her ear, “Allow me.” She happily grins as he comes up behind her and settles his hands on her hips, gliding them up her sides and raising her arms before draping a thick, soft, black shawl over her shoulders. He leans his lips closer to her other ear and growls the word “divine”. She turns around, wrapping her hand around the nape of his neck, and dives her lips into his. His eyes fling open and he jolts, but immediately embraces her body and dips her- he picks her up and carries her to the tree, ramming his hips between her thighs. Their mouths stay connected and when she opens her eyes, she’s in entirely new surroundings: dark green walls paired with golden baseboards; open windows with deep seats inside and golden drapes boarding; on the far end of the room are two walls covered high in bookshelves, between them in the corner a grand stone fireplace in front of green and gold velveteen loveseats; with a stretch of her neck, a door cracked open reveals a grand marble bathroom. She tries to move, but she realizes her wrists are cuffed to the bedpost and her nude captor stands before her, his erection standing strong and as hard as a rock. At the edge of the bed, he grabs her knees and prise them apart, her dress slides down to her stomach and she’s completely exposed, unable to do anything with her wrists cuffed. He crawls farther onto the bed and slips between her legs, still a foot away from her groin. He settles both his massive palms on her knees and stretch them as far as he possibly can from each other, then dives to a hover right above her. She’s so close, she can see the goosebumps on his pale skin he’s caused. Just the thought of it causes her to swell up and start dripping wet, her tingling, rock hard nipples poking through the thin silk, no longer covered by the now non-existent shawl. He takes this as an invitation to grip onto her thighs and slide his hands up under the dress and onto her breasts. He pinches and swirls his thumb around her hard nipples, making her drip and pant even more. He removes his right hand and finds the seam down the middle of her dress, then rips the zipper down, forcing her complete exposure. The coldness, at first, is what makes her gasp, but the erotic warmth inside her body sends the coldness away. Playing with her breast on the left, he moves his head down and starts licking and sucking on her right nipple. A moan rumbles through and out her mouth and she can feel the smirk he makes. His right hand travels down a bit and starts caressing her inner thigh, causing it to twitch with anticipation. She’s so swollen she feels like a balloon about to pop, but his mouth finds its way from her breast down to her cleavage, traveling south below her stomach and onto her hips. He glances up, lust filling his emerald eyes, before his tongue finds its way to your clit. With every lick and suck and flick, her legs rise and back arches in pleasure, a heat building up in her womanhood. His left hand replaces his tongue, the wet organ slipping around her entrance. At first, he flexes against it, being rewarded with a loud moan, but he slowly slides all the way in, moving around to find your sweet spot. With a cry from you signaling he's found it, his silver tongue darts in and out with exact precision, building her climax more and more by the second. An energy and electricity builds up in her walls and right before her peak into her climax, he grabs his enormous cock and slams it into her. She growls with intense arousal, her climax dead but quickly building a warmer, deeper one. Propped up on his knees, he grabs her waist and slams himself farther in her. Moans don't stop pouring out of her, and soon, him too. Their climaxes start building faster and faster, so he takes his hands from her waist and onto her shoulders and thrusts so deep, she feels like he might fuck her in half. He keeps thrusting and pulling harder and harder until finally his warm seed spills deeply inside of her. Just the idea of him cumming so deeply inside sends her over the edge and a feral scream rips through her throat, and while she orgasms, he keeps thrusting deeper and deeper until they both finish riding through the ecstasy of their orgasms. When they’re both finished, he slowly slides out of her and rolls over, a flick of the wrist and the handcuffs are gone. Her arms fall and she rolls over on her side, facing him and draping her arms around his chest. The pressure of his erection is gone, but his warmth is still there, keeping every inch of her warm and fuzzy. Without reason, they both start laughing a bit and, still naked, he rolls over to face her, slides his arm under her body, and embraces her deeply. Completely exhausted, they both fall into a deep sleep, but before they fall completely, she whispers softly, “Best. Dream. Ever.” She falls asleep with a devious smirk against the crook of her neck.