Thor: Champion of the Realms Ch. 04

This story takes place in a Marvel/DC crossover universe.

I do not own Marvel or DC Comics.

All characters are 18+.

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1.9

The night dragged on. Millions of stars swept across the cloudless sky, shining down upon the Island of Delos. And under those ancient lights...

Islander, Amazon, and Varangian alike reveled in drunken and lustful celebrations - men and women making close company. But none had grown closer than the Amazonian princess and her barbarian lover.

It was no secret - not possible with the sheer volume of their lovemaking. It seemed like hours had passed and still Penthiselea could hear screams and howls from the Varangian camp's main tent. They were cries fueled by passion, so intense that the Amazon warrior could feel wisps of envy dancing in her gut.

Not too long ago, Penthiselea would have been utterly scandalized by the Princess's carnal venture with that golden-haired brute - that one who called himself Thor. For a proud Amazon - the Queen's own daughter - to surrender to the feral lusts of a lowly man... it was unspeakable. The Penthiselea of just weeks prior would have found the thought stomach-turning. But now?

Penthiselea was a different woman now. One with new perspectives. She'd been ready to soak her steel in the blood of these foreign invaders, these Northmen barbarians who came to raid and plunder. And yet against all odds, both Amazon and Varangian had stayed their hand. Somehow, Amazons and Men had come to agreeable terms and the Island of Delos had been spared.

All it took was Princess Diana to surrender her body.

Penthiselea wondered if perhaps that had been Diana's plan all along - a daring ploy to temper the bloodlust of these invaders with carnal lust. The Princess stopped the invaders by giving them exactly what they desired: plunder. Plunder of womanhood rather than of innocent lives.

An absurd thought, of course. But Penthiselea had to admit... this plundering of the body was much more fun than the alternative.

Diana's cries of pleasure still carried on, rising from the central tent, carrying through the whole camp. And Penthiselea only felt happy. If there was anyone who deserved a good fuck, it was the Princess. And indeed, it was envy that the loyal warrior felt stirring within. But she couldn't be too jealous. Not when she had found a most pleasing - and eager - Varangian of her own.

Sven, his name was. A handsome and hardy youth with long golden hair like his captain - and Penthiselea herself. Right now he was naked and beneath her, his lean body tight with muscle, pale skin lined with a few faint scars. She traced some of them with her fingers as her hands roamed and got their fill of his body. Warm he was, so warm and electrifying to touch. Her whole body thrummed with excitement, feeling his manhood harden and twitch between them. Proof of his desire for her.

She had him pinned to the ground, straddling him as if he were a prized mount. They traded kisses, some quick, some lingering - but each brought a pleasant tingle to her tongue. Penthiselea hummed, enjoying this new flavor. The taste of man.

It settled in her mouth, then in her belly as she swallowed it down. It fueled the heat there, helping it grow until that warmth bloomed across her entire body.

Sven's cock jerked again, this time leaving a spot of wetness as it brushed against her belly. Penthiselea gave a wicked little smile, knowing this young buck was so eager, so willing, so hungry for her. It was in this particular way that Penthiselea was pleased at the truth behind the Amazonian tales of men - lecherous beasts driven by unquenchable lusts.

She took her young lover in hand, stroking him. Steady pumps along the swollen length, making him leak even more. Penthiselea's smile grew, the fire within burning even hotter as she eyed the glistening tip of his cockhead. She drew her eyes further up, admiring the little expressions on his face, the way his lips curled and parted as she touched him, the faint twitches of his brow, his eyes.

The Amazon stroked faster, delight swelling within as her touch drew a weak groan from Sven's lips... only for her lover's voice to be clouded out by yet another of Princess Diana's wild screams.

The high-pitched wail rose from the camp's central tent, carrying over the entire beach and the dozens of other enjoined couples. Some gave pleasured cries of their own in turn, as if answering the Princess's challenge. But others, like Penthiselea and Sven, broke into fits of tired laughter.

"Sounds like your princess is enjoying herself." Sven rumbled, his body tense beneath Penthiselea as she continued to pump her hand up and down his cock.

Feeling a small pang of mercy, the Amazon slowed her ministrations, letting her lover relax for a moment. Though she still kept him in hand, enjoying the warmth of his manhood in her palm, feeling him swell with every beat of his heart.

"I think she's earned some enjoyment. As have I." Penthiselea hummed, lowering down to steal another kiss. Her body remained a furnace, nerves buzzing as her hardened nipples brushed against Sven's firm chest. She sighed as they broke apart again, her core hot and aching. She very much liked the way the young man looked at her, she decided. Bright blue eyes full of desire and awe. Like she was the only other person in the world. "Have you been with a woman before, Varangian?"

Sven let out a huff through his nose, nodding.

"There were a few girls during my travels. None like you."

Penthiselea grinned, almost rolling her eyes. The flattery was nice. She wouldn't turn it away.

"Hmm. And what's so special about me?" She released his cock from her hand... and rolled her hips against him, letting his length slide against the slick velvet of her cunt. Pleasure and heat shot through nerves, man and woman both. Penthiselea sucked in a sharp breath while Sven went tense once more, groaning deeply.

But through that maddening delight, the young man found the strength to keep his wits and answer her.

"You know... how to fight..." He groaned, rocking slightly against Penthiselea's body. She felt his cock twitching angrily, so hard, so hot against her body. It had her heart hammering. But still she listened to his words. "You know... how to hunt... there's nothing soft... or delicate about you... but you're more beautiful than any woman I've ever met."

Penthiselea let out a snort, but her smile grew all the same. She stole another kiss, lingering this time, enjoying the feeling of his lips, his tongue, letting the young warrior's hands roam over her thighs, her hips, her buttocks. His was a strong, possessive, desperate touch. She didn't hate it.

Again they broke apart and Penthiselea rolled her hips again, slower this time. Her pink lips spread, gliding along the underside of his shaft, lighting up her body with that delicious ache.

"You're wrong about one thing." She said between deep, heavy breaths. "I can be soft and delicate... when I want to be."

To make her point, the Amazon lifted her hips until she was over the young man's cock. She reached down to steady him, readying his spear to pierce true. Sven went still, his gaze fixed on where they would soon be joined. The hunger so clear in his eyes only made her own desire burn that much hotter.

They shared no words then. Another of Diana's screams pierced through the night sky, a long wail of wild delight. Penthiselea wanted that too.

She dropped down, taking Sven. Inch after inch, each pushing her further and further into succulent madness. Manhood piercing deep, deep into her most intimate place. Penthiselea's throat suddenly felt sore - it wasn't until her ass clapped down onto his thighs that she realized she'd been screaming.

"Gods!" The Amazon cried, seeing stars. The actual stars as well, what with her eyes turned up towards the night sky.

Her first man inside her. Real flesh and blood, not polished wood. Swelling and throbbing inside her, making her so full, so hot. She tried to move but even the slightest shift of her body brought forth a rush of sensation, setting her nerves alight with wonderful white hot fire. Penthiselea sucked in a gasp, clawing at Sven's bare chest for something, anything to keep her wits, to still her racing mind.

"I've... only read about this..." She admitted to Sven between shuddering breaths - she shivered on top of him, her body taking time to grow accustomed to his iron-hard cock. "Ancient texts from... from before the Amazons exiled themselves from Man's World. But my princess... as you said... she seems to enjoy this well enough..."

Penthiselea rocked her hips, stroking her insides with inches and inches of Sven. Another fireblossom of delight bloomed inside, heat spreading through her core. Delicious. A moan rose in her throat, joining the symphony of pleasure that echoed through the beachhead camp.

Sven's hands rose to her hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her body. Guiding her hips as she found her rhythm. She didn't need to look to know her Varangian was smiling.

"I'll try not to disappoint." He said, huffing.

Once more, one of Diana's cries erupted from the main tent. Penthiselea knew she'd be joining in soon.

She knew Sven was telling the truth.

- - -

Even beyond the pleasure and the appreciating the delights of a woman's body, Thor was in especially high spirits.

After a number of bouts, testing their stamina against each other to the point of carnal delirium, he and the Amazonian princess had come to most agreeable terms. Unspoken, but quite clear. Here in the confines of his tent, in their little arena of lust and desire, leadership had been ceded to him. On matters of pleasures of the flesh, the Odinson had been put in charge. A position that he was set on enjoying to its utmost fullest, even in the lull between rounds.

He'd enjoyed Diana and she'd enjoyed him, but still her nudity enamored him.

Laying there on her belly, her body was artwork in bronze, her skin so impossibly smooth it was maddening. Diana was a marriage of taut muscle and lush curves, the hardness of her body somehow flowing effortlessly into feminine swells. Thor admired with his eyes... and with his hands.

Thick fingers swept over the curve of her back, enjoying the warmth of her skin... and the softness as well as his palm came to rest on the slope of her buttocks.

Diana let out a soft, quiet hum. She squirmed against Thor's touch, lifting her rear slightly into his groping palm. Thor grinned at that, taking another squeeze of those plump cheeks for good measure.

"Hm." Thor drew his hand back up Diana's nude form, sweeping some of her long black hair away from her face. His smile grew as he watched her lidded eyes fluttering. "Magnificent figure. Is this thanks to training or is it another one of your divine gifts?"

Diana let out another hum, again squirming into his touch.

"A little of both... I would say..." She crooned, lifting herself onto her elbows. She met his eyes then, her own shining with tired - but potent - interest. The fire within was smoldering, but from what he'd experienced of Amazonian company, Thor knew it would grow and rage again soon enough.

Tenderly, he drew his hands back down her body, his touch slow and delicate. He reached her ass again but this time continued on down to her thighs. Firm yet soft at the same time, skin warm and silky smooth. Perfection of the flesh.

"In either case, the result is lovely." Thor's words rumbled from deep in his chest. "I could spend the rest of my days enjoying your body."

That earned him a little laugh and a brilliant smile.

"Bold words." She said, turning onto her back - her breasts returning to grace his hungry eyes.

"I'm a bold man. As you're well aware by now, I'm sure." Thor countered, drawing his hand back up her legs... over her belly... all the way up to the lower slopes of her ample bosom. His fingers grazed the underside of one mound, just barely. Enough to make the woman breathe in, to make her eyes shine bright with that zeal he so craved to see.

His fingers sank into soft flesh, giving one breast a gentle squeeze. Then... harder. He groped her now, his hand playing roughly upon the juicy swell of her bosom. The Amazon allowed it without a word, letting out a soft moan as Thor worked. So perfectly shaped her teats were, feeling so perfect in Thor's palm as well, her warm and sumptuously tanned skin practically spilling over his pale fingers. He ran his thumb over her nipple, grazing the hardened stud. He pinched at the dark pink nub of flesh, rolling it between his fingers. To his primal delight, his touch made the Amazon's breath hitch, drawing from her lips a little gasp. Such a lovely sound to his ears.

Then... desire surged within. Thor's hunger grew wild. He reached across for her far hip and with a single pull, flipped Diana back onto her belly. For a moment her eyes went wide and she gave a cry of shock... but she did not stop him, rolling onto her front without a fight. Her beautiful buttocks swung back into view, a full moon cheeks begging for affection.

He swatted his hand down, a flat palm colliding with her succulent ass. Diana sucked in a sharp gasp, pressing her face down into the fur bedding. Thor looked on, enjoying the fruits of his labor - admiring the faint quaking of the Amazon's rear end. It called to a more savage side of himself, pleasing a baser urge that he could not quite explain. But the urge was strong, so strong that Thor spanked her again. And the resulting ripples passing through Diana's soft womanly flesh was just as pleasing the second time.

Diana gave a muffled moan, her face still buried in the bedding. Thor smirked at the shiver that rolled down her back as he fondled her backside, feeling a dark delight at driving the princess to such madness. Then, as if sensing this, she turned her head and set upon him eyes that burned with equal parts desire and fury.

"Barbarian..." She hissed. "Nothing but a lustful brute..."

A dark chuckle rose in Thor's throat. He gave her ass another squeeze, groping shamelessly.

"I'm all that and more, Princess."

Diana let out another moan, needy and desperate. She squirmed against his touch, just as before. This time she reached out for him, taking his swelling manhood in hand. Just as he touched her, she would touch him in turn - taking her fill of his body with slow, teasing strokes.

"Mmm. Much more."

There was a sweetness in her words - sweetness and wickedness swirling together. It fueled the fire inside Thor, setting alight his blood and making it froth and boil in his veins.

He leaned over, laying kisses upon Diana's naked back, trailing down, down until he reached her beautiful backside. He palmed both cheeks, squeezing them together, marveling at the lush softness of her flesh. Then he planted his lips there, kissing them too. Both cheeks, one after the other. Then he swatted his palm down again, making them wobble and quake right before his eyes. A most wonderful sight for even a god to behold. And the sound that left Diana's lips then... a sweeter song than any he had ever heard.

His cock was fully hard then, swollen and throbbing. Even through the abuse of her poor buttocks, Diana kept stroking him, drawing out a tiny stream of slick to leak from his fat cockhead. She smeared it over him with her fingers, making her strokes faster and wetter. Thor grunted at her most pleasing work, hard and aching for another bout in bed.

The Odinson climbed on top of her, straddling her full thighs... and letting his shaft rest right on the cleft of her splendid ass. His length stretched over the entire valley, even surpassing it - his cockhead hanging right over the dimples above her backside. His girth was equally impressive, his cock swollen so fat as to eclipse the narrow valley between her buttocks. But even so, Thor felt it was a perfect fit.

And it rests upon the perfect altar...

His cock, so long and thick... his fat shaft bulging with veins... dripping precum onto Diana's naked back... her lovely rear end beckoning to him.

Thor was out of patience. He needed to fuck this woman now.

Diana must have felt the same. She moaned again, wiggling her rear up into his groin. She sent a smoldering look over her shoulder, wordlessly demanding - wordlessly begging.

Thor swelled even harder then, his manhood twitching with anticipation as he readied himself. He gave Diana what she desired... and entered her swiftly from behind. One single thrust to skewer deep into her soaking cunt. There was no need to go slow this time. Neither the Exile nor the Amazon had any patience for that.

"Oh, Gods!" The princess went still, her body tense as Thor sank down to the root. Her cunt was splendidly hot, drenching his manhood in honeyed inferno, but even better were the spasms. Silk fluttering along his shaft, milking him for every damn drop of seed.

"Tight." Thor huffed, his voice rough with need. "Never had a woman so tight."

He jerked his hips, working himself into a rhythm. Beneath him, Diana worked her body in turn, meeting each thrust with one of her one. She threw another look over her shoulder, daring eyes burning with lustful challenge.

"A gift... from Aphrodite..." The Amazon boasted between heavy breaths. "That no man can resist..."

That little smirk of hers only urged him to go harder, faster. He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair, forcing her head down into the furs. He drove himself deep into her silken folds, enjoying heat, enjoying wetness, enjoying the sounds of pleasure pouring from her lips.

"You should have learned by now..." Thor growled. "The Odinson is no ordinary man."

He fucked with savagery and Diana met him with defiance and spirit. He was the stronger of the two and she may have ceded power to him in his own tent... but the Princess of the Amazons was not so easily tamed. His own gaze fell to where their bodies met. His eyes were fixed on the hypnotic quaking of the Amazon's sumptuous ass. Every stroke of his cock, every thrust making their bodies collide... her body was responding to him, beauty made flesh.

A woman like no other... A woman without equal...

He rode her hard, fast, with fury only a god could have. And she was moaning the whole while, wild and passionate. Delight in her voice, clear as day. She was loving it, loving his power, loving the challenge of matching it and more.

Thor had to win. He had to best this woman, this Amazon. He had to have her.

He tightened his fingers in her hair into a fist. He thrust deep, as deep as their bodies would allow, savoring the way her cunt spasmed around his cock... and the delighted moan that poured from her throat.

"Tonight, dear princess, you'll learn why they call me mighty."

- - -

1.10

The invader fucked savagely. And the princess could only take it.

Diana couldn't keep from screaming. They were good screams, born more from ecstasy than pain - though both sensations mingled through her aching body. She felt like an animal, teeth bared as her face was pushed down to the fur beddings.

Thor's thick fingers were at the back of her head, raking through her hair and forcing her down. A show of his strength, his power over her. For the Amazon princess, it should have felt shameful. Yet her sex - her cunt - ached even more sweetly. She was soaking wet, as wet as she'd ever been, and still Thor's cock filled and stretched her to the point of madness.

The princess clutched and clawed at the beddings, every deep thrust from the man filling her vision with dazzling stars. She let out shrieks as he drove into her, equal parts delight and Amazonian fury. There was too much sensation for Diana to keep her feelings contained. Her whole body ached: the sting upon her ass, the heat deep in her core, the burning of her lungs and throat. All of it was... magnificent.

"More!" Diana cried. "More! Faster!"

She reached back with one hand, grasping at Thor's hip, his firm buttocks, seeking anything to hold on to. The man continued with the relentless pace of his thrusts, his waist slapping against Diana's ass every time he drove his cock deep.

"So demanding for a woman on her hands and knees." She heard Thor rumble behind her. He loosened his grip on her hair, gently stroking the back of her neck. With his other hand... he gave a firm slap to her buttocks, drawing another shriek from Diana's lips. The man didn't slow his thrusts for a moment. "Do you know what you are asking?"

Every stroke made Diana shiver and moan - but she craved even more. With her hand on his hip, she tried to pull him even deeper. Desperate for more of that ache, more of that splendid dominion.

Thor's manhood, so long and fat, with balls so potent and full, belonged inside Diana. It was a truth she had come to realize this very night. The Odinson was not at all like other men. He was more than mortal, she knew that now. Only an Amazon's cunt could ever truly please him.

Only an Amazon had the right to spill his seed.

Diana turned her head, gazing back at the barbarian with one blazing eye. Through grit teeth, she answered.

"I know."

Thor slowed his thrusts, letting his cock sinking deep, deep into Diana's sex. Inches and inches, splitting her apart. The delicious ache nearly had her eyes rolling back. The princess shuddered, letting out a long, trembling moan. The man let out a grunt as he pressed flush to her ass. His fingers tightened on the back of Diana's neck. He leaned down until his body loomed over hers, his bulk and warmth falling across her naked back. Diana felt his lips at her ear.

"Then you shall receive my undivided lust." Thor growled.

Diana expected him to unleash his power upon her then, to fuck into her at an even more furious pace. Instead, he drew his cock from her, leaving her feeling woefully empty, and took her by the hips. Suddenly, Diana was on her back, flipped over by the barbarian with shocking ease.

Above her, the Odinson loomed like a giant, his prodigious manhood hanging, twitching just over her belly. Most of his face was cast in shadow, but for his eyes - dots of shocking blue. Bright like lightning. Shining with desire, hunger. The wild lust that only men were said to possess.

Diana felt no outrage, no fear. Only delight. A thrill lashed through her body, cracking like a whip. A laugh rose in her throat, joyous and wild. It only grew stronger as Thor took her by the legs. He gripped one in each hand, pushing them up, up, up! Folding the Princess until her ankles were beside her head. Thor held there for a moment, staring down into her eyes as his long, fat cock rested upon her slick, aching mound. She whined, needing him inside her again.

Thor didn't grant her such mercy yet. He was not finished. He let go of her legs, letting his big, strong arms slide down, curling around her thighs, her flanks, until his hold upon her body was nice and firm. To Diana's joy, he lifted her, folded like she was, drawing her up off her back so that they were again face to face.

Then he lowered her down. Skewering her upon his fat, hard cock.

Her cunt was spread apart as inches and inches of swollen shaft punching up into her insides. Setting her nerve alight, white fire rushing through her veins. Claiming dominion of what no man had ever touched before.

Her throat was sore. She'd been screaming the whole way down.

Diana just barely held to her sanity. She was an Amazon. She was the princess of the Amazons. Raised as a warrior without peer. She had never been treated like this, not even by the sisters she'd taken to bed.

It was... intoxicating.

"By... the gods... Sweet Aphrodite!"

Thor let out a pleased grunt but otherwise said nothing. He held tight to Diana's back, easing her up and down, fucking the princess onto his engorged tool. Diana sucked in a ragged breath, shivering as she felt every bump, ever bulging vein as she slid down, down, taking his cock all the way to the root. Her buttocks bumped against his balls and she let out a sound. No elegance, no grace - just the choked sob of a woman gripped by such powerful sensation. She felt Thor twitch and throb inside her... and her body responded in kind, clenching tight around the invading cock. Defiantly, lovingly milking him.

He was just... big. His presence was undeniable. Taking space inside her intimate place. Reshaping her body to fit him, reforming her mind with every stroke. Every punch into her core was more delicious than the last, and each time his balls slapped against her mound Diana felt less and less like the proud warrior she was trained to be.

What would her sisters think? What would her mother think?

In that moment, as Thor Odinson drove Diana up and down onto his thick, delicious cock... the Princess of the Amazons realized she didn't care.

As the barbarian drove into her sex, feeding the growing, succulent heat in her core, Diana let go completely. Loses herself to the sensation.

Delirious joy spilled from her lips.

"That's it! That's what your kind does! This is what you're built for! Fuck- Fuck me!"

Thor smirked but with their faces pressed so close together Diana's focus was on his eyes. Shocking blue, burning with lust. All of it unleashed upon her. Diana's heart soared, knowing that just as she'd been driven to such madness, she'd done the same to Thor in turn.

She saw it then, truly and with utmost clarity. His strength of spirit. His unwavering determination. His desire for her. But something else among them that she didn't expect. Shame. Sorrow.

Even in her delirium of ecstasy, Diana felt a twinge of curiosity. She'd never met anyone like Thor. The man called Odinson, even as he fucked her, remained a mystery to her. As the richest ecstasy rose up in her belly again, Diana decided then she would learn more about this man. Wherever that path may lead...

Thor claimed her lips then, holding her folded body close. Pleasure, white hot, surged through Diana's body. She moaned through it, muffled by Thor's mouth. He swallowed down her cries, holding tight to her as she trembled and shook in his arms. He grunted in turn, low and rumbling like a beast, as Diana's womanhood fluttered and tightened around him. Diana came and came hard, grasping at Thor's body wherever she could find purchase. Her nails dug into his skin.

The ecstasy rolled through in waves, a storm of sensation. Strong pulses at first, matching Thor's jerking cock, but each one was weaker than the last. The pleasure faded into something softer, but no less delightful, leaving the Amazon in a pitiful, shivering fit. She sank into Thor's arms, moaning quietly as she rode yet another orgasm.

They broke the kiss and her head fell forward, her cheek pressing into Thor's glistening chest. The bristles of damp hair tickled her. She could hear his heart thumping heavily within. It brought her comfort.

Together they fell back onto the furs, once again a tangle of limbs. Sated and satisfied for the umpteenth time that evening. Thor had slipped from her sex on the way down, leaving Diana feeling his absence. So too did she feel his warm seed seeping from her, dribbling down the inside of her thigh.

The Amazon sighed. She let her body go slack atop her lover.

"Almighty Zeus..." She breathed out along with a tired laugh.

Thor chuckled as well. His arms rose again, his hands falling gently upon her back. His fingers stroked along her spine, affectionate. Protective. Diana liked it.

So too did she like his voice, so low and deep. Hard like stone.

"Princess..." He started, his hands slowly drawing down to her waist, her hips, her ass. "You should know well by now... there are none mightier than Thor."

- - -

Another chorus of pleasure erupted from the captain's tent.

They were the shrieks of a madwoman - driven mad by pleasure - splitting through the late evening air and rousing a hearty response from a dozen other lustful couplings. Sven's included.

The young raider and his Amazon lover howled up at the night sky, echoing the Princess's delight. A bawdy, playful show of unity. Varangian, Amazon, and Islander - all joined together in delights of the flesh.

A long, wavering howl followed, rising above all voices in both volume and passion. No doubt, the Princess had found her most furious ecstasy yet.

All were stunned into a short silence. Even Penthiselea had slowed her rocking hips, taken aback by the clarion of royal pleasure.

A moment passed. Then voices returned to the camp, murmurs among revelers and lovers alike. Scandalized whispers and appreciative hoots, all spawned from what could only be admiration.

Sven and Penthiselea shared a look... then broke into laughter.

"I think the whole camp might have heard that one." Sven snickered.

The Amazon fell atop him, stealing his lips in a short kiss, giggling into his mouth. She resumed their lovemaking with slow, torturous rolling of her hips. Her sex gripped him, stroked him, drowning his captive cock in soaking heat.

"That just means your captain is doing a damn fine job." His lover's voice was low and throaty. She smirked down at him, her delight, her hunger plain as day. "I expect the same of you."

She began to rock her hips faster, ripping a curse from him as her cunt walls dragged along his shaft. Each stroke brought more heat, agonizing pleasure. Sven's hands settled on the curve of Penthiselea's hips, guiding her movements the best he could.

"Of course." He managed to reply. He smirked, cocksure and bold. "They breed us northmen strong and hardy."

Penthiselea's eyes flashed bright. His words seemed to please her greatly. She sat up on his lap, allowing the young raider to gaze upon her magnificent body. His eyes drank in her full breasts and flat, muscled belly. His manhood, smothered in the tightness of her sex, twitched and swelled. And Penthiselea rocked her hips upon him in turn.

"I see. I'll make a mount of you yet." The Amazon promised.

And so she began, fucking the young Varangian into the furs beneath. Sven could only lie there, captive to the woman's desires.

Sven never thought he'd be so pleased to be a prisoner. Especially to a woman. But when his captor was a woman like Penthiselea...

Another curse spilled from his lips. His cock ached in the paradise between Penthiselea's thighs. She rode him harder, faster, her hands planted firmly on his chest.

It really was good fortune finding this island, the young man decided.

- - -

There were few joys in life that could equal the pleasure of being ridden with such wild abandon. Indeed, Thor had become quite familiar with the delights of being flat on his back. Two of them were swinging right in front of his face.

Breasts, ample and so perfectly formed, shaking and quaking in such a fashion as to captivate even a god. They were succulent teats in lovely bronze and they belonged to a woman above women.

The Princess of the Amazons. The warrioress Diana who rode him and rode him fierce. After unleashing his lusts upon her so mercilessly, taking her sweet body every which way he could, Thor only felt it fair that she was given leave to do the same to him.

Her mane of raven black was now wild and messy, shimmering waves now frayed from her exertion. Her body was glistening with sweat, muscles tense as they worked beneath tanned, naked skin. And her eyes... they burned with delicious, desperate fury. Mad lust that Thor treasured to see from a lover. Diana's heat would consume them both. Not that the Asgardian minded.

The exiled god grinned at his ferocious bedmate, enjoying the pace of her rocking hips - relishing the sensation of her womanhood wrapped so tight around him. She was soaked, drenching his cock, her excess dribbling down over his roiling balls. His manhood was drowning in her pleasure - but the wild moans that poured from her mouth were even sweeter.

Thor could see clear in her eyes the desire to match him in strength and effort and lust. It was more than just pleasure for her - she had something to prove. Her Amazon pride demanded she prove she was equal to him. It was pushing her over the edge, no doubt farther than she had ever gone.

And Thor was reaping the benefits. He couldn't help but smile.

Diana sneered down at him, outraged at his smug look... and that he had yet to spill.

"I'll wipe that smile... off your face... Varangian brute!" She grunted, sounding on the verge of madness. So unlike the woman of poise and grace he had first met just days before. "I'll make you scream... make you beg!"

"I've not heard sweeter words from a woman's lips." Thor chuckled. Then he groaned as Diana pressed down hard on his chest, pinning him on his back. She put even more power into her rolling hips, growing even more defiant and fierce in her fucking. But Thor remained hard, his cock unyielding even to her sweet cunt.

"Stop talking." Diana commanded, growling. "Great Hera... why aren't you tired?"

"The blood of Asgard." Thor answered, his smile growing along with his pride. "The blood of the Allfather. Gods among gods."

There was a flicker of shock in Diana's eyes then, even through the haze of lust. But it was fleeting, quickly supplanted by cool realization. Thor found it amusing. Had she thought him mortal this whole time?

"I should have known you were a god." Diana huffed, slowing her rolling hips just enough to stave off the tide of ecstasy. A smirk of her own cracked across her gorgeous face. "You certainly fuck like one."

Thor barked out a laugh. His hands came to Diana's hips, sliding around to palm her soft buttocks. He held her there, fingers playing upon her supple flesh as she continued to rock back forth, her sex stroking his cock.

"I should hope so." He grunted, steadily working his hips in time with Diana's. "Fertility is supposed to be one of my domains."

"Fertility." Diana breathed out. "Hera help me."

"Does that trouble you, Princess?"

Diana didn't answer immediately. She slowed her hips again, flipping dark hair away from her face. She regarded the god beneath her in silence for a moment. Her face was serene, her cheeks colored with a deep blush, but her eyes were narrow, pensive. Then.. a glimmer. A smile. The fire, the lust, returned to full fury.

"Not enough to stop." Diana told him.

With a wicked shriek, she rode him. Hard and fast, like a woman possessed. Harder than any lover Thor had ever enjoyed.

Hard enough to make the exiled God of Thunder spill his seed. Spill and spill and spill.

It was the sweetest pleasure Thor had ever tasted.

- - -

Miles away, on rough waters...

The winds were strong. That was good. They would carry them on to Delos, no matter how wild the ocean was.

The Goddess Hera will guide us true...

The captain could taste sea salt in the air. It bit at her nostrils, tingling. But there was something else as well, something alongside it. Something that she couldn't place.

It was so familiar, yet somehow so foreign. Not a taste or a scent or something that she could see. But she could sense it. It was strong. Powerful.

It only made her wary. But Amazons did not show fear.

The captain kept a calm but adamant face, her gaze steely, her aura commanding respect. She stood tall among her scrambling, working crew - setting the example she needed to. That of a woman brave and undaunted, even in the face of the unknown, of the dangers of Man's World.

With the Island of Delos just creeping onto the horizon... she knew they'd discover the truth of her gut feeling soon enough.

Through the corner of her eye, the captain saw her second approaching. Aella, a toned, stern-faced woman, who had her dark brown hair pulled back into a single, tight braid. Hardworking and quiet she had proven to be for most of this venture. But now she looked as if she wanted to speak.

The captain gave a permissive nod. Aella relaxed, but only just so.

"I don't like this." The woman said, coming to stand beside her superior as she voiced concerns the entire crew no doubt shared. "It still doesn't make any sense. Why would the princess defy the queen? Just to come here?"

The captain shook her head, keeping her eyes on the small dot of land in the distance.

"Perhaps this was indeed a spiritual pilgrimage. Perhaps the princess wanted to prove herself. Or perhaps this was all simply a grand display of youthful rebellion. It doesn't matter why. The only thing that matters is finding Diana and bringing her home."

Aella accepted the answer, though she seemed neither satisfied nor convinced.

"And if she doesn't want to return with us? What then, Nubia?"

The elder Amazon pressed her lips into a line, her jaw tightening with resolve. The answer to that was clear enough. Not that she liked it.

Nubia tore her gaze from the Island of Delos, looking Aella clear in the eyes.

"Then I will convince her to."

Queen Hippolyta had given her this mission. She would complete it, no matter what it took... or who stood in her way.

- - -

1.11

High in the clouds, beyond the sight of mortal eyes and the reach of mortal hands, the God of War dwelled with his thoughts.

All was not well.

There had been... a disruption. Ares could taste it, so bitter on his tongue. The touch of foreign barbarity resounded clearer than ringing swords. It thrummed through his being, this sense, this warning. It was his nature as a god to feel and know the desecration of the realms of Olympus.

It came at first as a minor discomfort, an itch that hovered just at the edge of sensation. Ares had thought to ignore it and focus on more pleasurable pursuits, but time had only made the annoyance stronger. Nothing could shake it, not even the delights of his very warm company. And not for lack of trying, either.

The sorceress who had charmed her way into his bed had proven nothing if not attentive. She'd come to him eager and willing, like so many other mortal women. Ares saw no reason to turn her away.

She called herself Circe and her boldness was matched only by her beauty. Though in bed she proved as sweet as any blushing maiden. Her robes - before Ares had stripped them away - were a deep teal, contrasting strikingly against her hair, colored a brilliant, dark lavender. Her eyes, however, were most striking of all. Pools of bright, lively blue - shining with powerful magic. No threat to Ares or any other among Zeus' pantheon, but intriguing all the same.

Ares had slaked his lust upon her body, filling the heavens with her cries of pleasure. From sundown to sunup, god and sorceress had fucked. He had come to know Circe as intimately as a man could. The sweet rush of release, however, could not fully distract him from that nagging sense of contamination.

He had been pacing, but now he stood still. Circe kept near to him, offering her soothing touch. Even now as Circe's soft hands roamed his naked body and her gentle voice poured into his ear, that feeling couldn't be drowned out.

"You seem troubled, my lord." Circe spoke softly, kissing at his back. Her hands slid down his chest, his stomach. Her fingers traced over the muscled lines of his torso as they migrated down towards his cock. "Have I not provided comfort?"

"Your company has been very comforting." Ares told her. "What spoils my mood is beyond you. It is... alien. Foreign. And it tastes like an insult."

The sorceress gave a thoughtful hum. She slipped around to Ares' front, keeping her hands on his body. Her lavender hair tumbled down her naked shoulders and back, tussled some from the exertion of their lovemaking. For a mortal woman to endure the carnal desires of a god for so long... and with such enthusiasm... Circe was an impressive creature, indeed. And even still she tried to please him. She drew close, pressing up against him. Her eyes were alight with curiosity.

"What tastes like an insult? Tell me."

"There has been a crossing. A foreigner... a powerful foreigner has trespassed into the domain of Olympus without Zeus' leave. An invader. I can sense him."

Circe pressed herself even closer.

"And what makes this invader so different from all the other foreigners who trespass into the realms of Olympus?"

"This one is not mortal." Ares answered. His face grew hard again. His hands clenched into tight fists as he spoke. "He is more. His transgression is greater. And his presence has stuck in my mind like a thorn. Every moment he remains, he pierces deeper."

Ares strode across the marble floor then, slipping from Circe's arms. He marched until he reached the edge of his heavenly domain, where the polished white stone turned to the vapor of clouds. And beyond... he saw the great expanse of the mortal earth stretching out below. Blue and green and brown and black, so simple in its beauty and precious with life. As far as the eye could see was the rightful realm of Zeus, king of the gods. Now spoiled by a wretched foreign being.

The god of war peered closer, using the power of his sight to search, to seek. He would look upon the face of this trespasser for himself. His gaze pierced through forests, deserts, rolling hills, and mountains. Farms, villages, cities, islands. He had to find this invader, this disease upon his father's lands. He had to find this new enemy.

In the end, it did not take long. The thorn in his mind bit like sharp steel as he came upon the Island of Delos. He peered closer, his gaze drifting into a tent upon the beach... and Ares reeled in disgust as he was met with a shameful, carnal scene.

His worst suspicions were confirmed. The invader was more than a mortal man. Ares looked upon a foreign, barbarian god. An Asgardian. The savage was entwined with a woman of great beauty... and great power.

The Asgardian was fucking an Amazon. No, Ares realized to his horror. The invader was fucking the Princess of the Amazons.

Circe, having followed close behind, slid her hands over Ares' back. Though she could not see what he could see, she seemed to sense his disgust.

"What is wrong, my lord? What do you see?" She asked gently.

Ares kept his eyes on the ignoble sight. The Princess and her barbarian lover embraced upon their bedding furs, working their powerful bodies together with desperate vigor. Fucking. Rutting. The depravity dragged on and on until the god of war could no longer bear to look. He stepped away from the cloudy edge, grimacing and cursing.

"This is more than an insult." He fumed. The fires of rage rose in his heart, growing fiercer by the second. Soon his whole being felt like a blaze, fueled by hatred and a desire for blood. "This is an outrage! The Amazons have spit upon the protection we have so graciously bestowed to them!"

Circe recoiled as Ares waved his arms in anger, but she remained close by. Though he was seeing red, Ares noted how the sorceress' curiosity had given way to clear interest. She had a new look to her eyes, a sharpness that Ares had yet seen from her.

"And what have the Amazons done?" She pressed, darkly intrigued. Again she drew close, slipping her naked form within the embrace of Ares' powerful arms. Her warmth was welcome but the sting of indignity could not so easily be mended.

"Their princess has allowed a foreign god to dwell within the realm of Zeus. Worse, she's chosen to sully herself with his company. The Amazon bitch has taken the savage to bed." Ares spat.

"Oh." Circe's expression turned inscrutable. The sharpness in her eyes remained. "So Hippolyta's daughter has given her body to some immortal brute? A pity. But what can be expected from her blood? The Amazons are unruly women, my lord."

Yes, Ares thought. The Amazons were unruly. Wild. Rebellious.

This betrayal had to have been expected. It was Amazonian nature to chafe and revolt against the authority of men. Even men of divine blood. Father had to have known...

In an instant, Ares' anger grew cold. As did his heart.

"The Princess of the Amazons has chosen Asgard over Olympus." Ares' words came sharp like steel. "She'll soon learn how Olympus deals with traitors."

- - -

By the time they reached the island docks, the sun had just begun to rise, illuminating the Island of Delos in morning light.

The ship's ramp fell and Amazons stormed forth. Nubia led the way, spear in hand. With purposeful strides and determination in the eyes, they must have made for quite an intimidating sight. Sure enough, the fishermen villagers gave Nubia and her party a wide berth as they swept over the docks.

They needn't have feared. The Amazons were not there for battle and bloodshed. They had come to Delos for one purpose and one purpose only.

They had come for the Princess. And one way or another, they were going to bring her home.

As the Amazons marched onto dry land, Nubia took in their surroundings. A fishing village sat before them with forest lying just beyond. There were temples further inland, Nubia knew, leftovers from the height of the Athenian empire. Not much had changed since Nubia's own pilgrimage, save for one peculiarity.

A makeshift village had been settled right upon the beach. A shanty assortment of tents both large and small, made from thick, dark furs that couldn't have come from any game on Delos. It looked - and smelled - foreign, with the scent of smoke and meat and ale catching in Nubia's nostrils.

So too did she catch the scent of men.

Nubia grimaced and quickly put her focus back upon her mission. She turned to her second, Aella.

"Take half the party. Spread out and search the village and the temples beyond. I'll take the rest and search the beach." Nubia commanded. "And be thorough. We'll search the whole island if we must."

"And what if the villagers resist our efforts?" Aella asked.

"They won't. This island is familiar with Amazons. They knew we mean them no harm." Nubia insisted. Aella still looked hesitant, so Nubia continued. "But if they do argue, be polite but firm. We are not leaving this island without the Princess. Now go."

Aella nodded and departed with her half of the party.

Nubia turned her gaze back towards the beach camp. Frustration boiled within, feeding into her blood. She gripped her spear in a tight fist. She had spent the entire voyage thinking of what to say to Diana once they found her. Harsh words. Admonishment. But those were not Nubia's words to give.

It had been ten years since she had last come to Delos. Nubia still remembered those feelings of excitement as she embarked on her first pilgrimage beyond Themyscira - a venture to the island where Apollo had been born. She remembered the sense of wonder, the thrill of seeing her first man in the flesh, the comfort of eating and drinking under the stars with her Amazon sisters. She remembered the cool ocean breeze when she last walked across that very same beach. Memories of warmth and adventure. Oh how she had yearned for it.

Perhaps those same yearnings had inspired Diana as well. Nubia knew well that youthful desire to explore, to discover, to venture beyond home and see the whole world. No Amazon could blame the Princess for having such a bold spirit. It was simply in their nature.

None of that changed the reality of the situation. Diana had disobeyed her mother. Disobeyed the Queen.

Nubia did not look forward to bringing Diana home. Nevertheless, she would fulfill her duty. But first... she needed to find the girl.

They approached the beach camp and the scent of cooked meat and honeyed mead had grown even stronger. There were new scents as well, faint and strong odors of spice and perfume and smoke and steel. Foreign smells brought to this island from far, far away. But the strongest scent of them all was all too familiar.

The deep, musky stench of sex.

Nubia's face hardened. She gestured to her fellow warriors, signaling them. Without a word, they swept into the shanty village of tents. And they began to search.

- - -

"Mmmm..."

Penthiselea felt like she was melting. Her back, her limbs, her muscles, all turning to the consistency of thick syrup. It was as if she was becoming a puddle, sinking into the soft furs below.

There was a firm force focused into her naked back, working into her flesh insistently.

It was nice.

Above her, Penthiselea heard her lover chuckle. Sven's prodding continued down, down, down her naked back. Thick fingers rubbed circles into her skin, her muscles. The Amazon moaned again, flattening her body into the thick fur blankets.

"I was wondering how much it would take to wake you up." Came Sven's low, smooth voice. The Varangian raider she'd taken to bed had proven himself in bed... and continued to show how talented he was with his hands.

"We Amazons are... quite durable..." Penthiselea huffed. Her breath hitched as Sven's fingers dug deep into her back, finding knots she didn't even know were there. Sweet relief followed as those same knots loosened. The Amazon let out a long, satisfied sigh, sinking even deeper into the furs.

"You seem quite malleable from what I can see." Sven teased. He pressed his thumbs into one especially tight knot just beneath her shoulder. Immediately Penthiselea went tense, sucking in a short breath. Her eyes snapped shut as an ache blazed through the muscle. Sven pressed on, massaging with focused intent until that knot faded into nothing. Another rush of relief. Penthiselea felt like she was melting all over again.

"With... hands like yours... any woman would be." She breathed, her words drifting into another long moan. "By the gods..."

A familiar warmth brewed deep in her belly. The Amazon's body began to buzz pleasantly, her veins pumping with hot blood. She had half a mind to drag the young raider down to the furs with her and have her way.

Sven kept up his lovely work, drawing his hands over the Amazon's back, over the curve of her hips and the firm swells of her buttocks. Those he didn't massage, instead taking the chance to grope and fondle. Penthiselea allowed it. The young man had well-earned the delights of her body. She enjoyed his touch - and his capacity for exploration.

Then came his lips, brushing faintly against the back of her neck. Then not so faintly. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin as he went, nipping playfully between kisses.

Penthiselea sighed again, happy and welcoming to the warmth of his body. He draped himself over her and she could feel his swelling cock brush against her backside - she wiggled her rear against his groin, smiling as she felt him twitch in response.

There were few delights that could compare to a lover's company the morning after. Such a shame that it didn't last.

Penthiselea's peace was cut short. There was shouting, whistling, sharp sounds cutting through the air and straight to her ears. Instantly the Amazon was alert. Penthiselea eyes darted around the Varnagian camp, seeing women moving quickly from tent to tent. She recognized their armor, their weapons, their faces-

A tall figure entered her vision. One of the women stood before her now.

The Amazon froze, her blood running cold.

Nubia was staring her down.

It was no apparition. It was no hallucination. Penthiselea knew in her heart that her sight was true.

Queen Hippolyta's most loyal soldier was looking down at her with cold, contemptuous eyes.

A half-heartbeat later, Penthiselea scrambled to her feet. She and Sven both rose - to her relief, the Varangian was mindful enough to hand her the fur blanket for some modesty. Penthiselea wrapped it around her quickly as she stood at attention for the elder Amazon. Suddenly, she wasn't a warrior anymore but a youth back in training.

"Nubia." She greeted her elder lamely.

The dark-skinned Amazon said nothing. She continued to stare Penthiselea down.

"Friend of yours?" Sven asked, looking between the two women. Penthiselea silently bemoaned that he made no attempt to dress himself, standing with his half-hard cock hanging free.

"Sister." Nubia answered. Her voice was as cold as her eyes. "One who remembers what that means."

Penthiselea, tall, proud, strong, suddenly felt even lower than a trainee. She was a young girl again, wilting under the prospect of discipline and punishment. She hugged the furs to her body while her feet were rooted to the spot.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other Amazons moving through the beach camp. None of them were part of Diana's party - which meant they were with Nubia. It took only a moment for Penthiselea to understand. The Queen had sent them. Nubia had come to cut their pilgrimage short... and bring them home.

Nubia turned her eyes onto the naked Varangian. To Penthiselea's dread, the woman's contempt only grew even more apparent.

"How long have you been gone? A fortnight at most? And already you go against our ways." Nubia put her gaze back upon Penthiselea, shaking her head. "Taking a man to bed... and one so savage."

Sven took the insult with good humor, laughing. Penthiselea gave him a look, hoping to silence him. Still, the man chose to speak.

"I didn't hear any complaints from her." He boasted.

Penthiselea's stomach sank. He didn't know that Nubia was a woman to fear.

The tall, blonde Amazon finally moved, putting herself between Nubia and Sven - forcing the elder Amazon to look at her and only her. If nothing else, Nubia had drilled bravery firmly into her soul.

"Forgive my transgressions, Nubia. If you would just allow me to explain-"

Nubia waved her hand, signaling for silence. Penthiselea's impassioned speech died in her throat. She glanced at Sven, pleading with her eyes for him to be quiet. To her relief, the young raider finally seemed to understand. Nubia was not in the mood for talk.

"We will discuss your questionable choices another time. For now, I care to know one thing." Nubia told them. "Where is the Princess? Where is Diana?"

- - -

Comfort was the feeling of a warm body pressed into one's own. It was the feeling of skin against skin, the feeling of fingers running through one's hair. Comfort was being wrapped in a lover's arms and hearing his heart thump through his chest.

What Diana felt was even more than that. It was happiness. It was pleasure. It was excitement. It was a sense of thorough satisfaction.

Diana of Themyscira was sated. Physically, intimately sated. It was not a surprise - such was the result of laying with a god. Even a foreign one.

Diana didn't know what to think. All she knew at that moment was that she felt good. The large hands roaming across her naked back, those fingers through her hair, touching her, fondling her... they felt nice. Those hands that belonged to a man.

She'd given her body to a man. Offered up her cunt, her breasts, her mouth... Great Hera, she'd tasted him. Tasted his flesh and his seed. She'd given him more of herself than she had given to any of her Amazon sisters. She'd fucked him.

Everything her mother had taught her about men, years of warnings and lessons, Diana had trampled over after only a few days with Thor. All to chase an indescribable yearning, a compulsion that brought forth sensations that still ached through her body.

"You've been quiet." The deep voice of her lover cut through her thoughts. His words rumbled deep in his chest and Diana enjoyed the feeling of the little vibrations as she lay atop him.

"I've just been thinking..." Diana's voice trailed off. She curled her body even closer to Thor's larger frame, wrapping her thigh around his own. She brushed against his manhood as she did, stirring the wilted beast to a brief bout of twitching. There was still a small part of herself that wanted to recoil from it, as if his cock was a venomous snake. Not even a long night of pleasure could overshadow years of teachings against the wicked nature of men.

"Thinking about...?" Thor pressed.

"You're not what I expected." Diana told him. She shifted her body atop him, resting her chin upon his chest so that she could see his face. She studied his features for the umpteenth time, taking in the hard lines of his jaw, his brow, his cheekbones. His visage was not unlike the sculptures of the gods back on Themyscira, but Thor's face also seemed fresh, youthful. One might think a raiding warrior would look more weathered, grizzled by battle. But Diana knew the truth. He was a god, immortal and ageless.

Thor gave a small smile, his eyes turning thoughtful. Another way he challenged Diana's expectations. He chuckled softly again, the rumbling from his chest providing warmth for the Amazon in his arms.

"Our evening together left you pleasantly surprised, I hope?"

"Yes... but that is not what I meant." Diana traced her fingers over the expanse of Thor's bare chest, feeling the fine bristles of golden hair. She mulled over her words. "On Themyscira... my mother... all the elders... they teach young Amazons about the dangers of Man's World. They speak of lands plagued by oppression, strife, and war."

"Your elders are right."

"They also teach us that it is the nature of men to destroy, to conquer, to subjugate." Diana was sitting up now, straddling Thor. She kept her voice even, holding his gaze so that he could not miss her sincerity. "They told us men are corrupt. Untrustworthy. Slaves to their urges."

She wasn't trying to insult him. She needed him to understand.

At first Thor did not respond. Diana sat upon his lap, feeling his half-hard cock press against her inner thigh. It reacted to her warmth on its own, stirring slightly as it was trapped between their bodies. Thor's expression, however, was calm.

For a long moment, the two lovers simply looked into each other's eyes. Diana awaited the foreign god's next words.

Finally, Thor spoke.

"Some men... many men... are just as your mother, your elders described. They exist in all planes, here in the mortal realm and beyond. Arrogant men. Violent men. They plague the realms with their bloodlust and their desire for conquest. But there are just as many men who possess restraint, who show mercy. Some men pledge their lives to protect the innocent."

"Men like you?"

Thor's expression flickered. Again, he didn't answer her right away. The Varangian captain shifted beneath Diana, propping himself up onto his elbows. He gave her a long, pensive look. His lips parted to speak-

Then there was movement just outside the tent. Shouting as well. Women's voices. Strong commanding. Close and getting closer. Diana knew who they were.

Amazons.

Diana sat up, immediately alert, focused. Even naked, the Princess of Themyscira was prepared to fight.

The flaps of the tent were thrown open, filling the dark space with near-blinding light. A tall figure stepped forth as Diana and Thor rose to their feet.

"Who disturbs us?" Thor demanded.

Diana squinted her eyes, quickly adjusting to the morning sunlight. The figure was a woman. A very familiar woman. Wearing a very familiar - and unwanted - scowl.

Diana's heart sank with dread.

"Princess." Nubia greeted coldly, her gaze piercing straight down to Diana's soul. Her hard, dark eyes jumped towards Thor next. The elder Amazon's scowl deepened. "Get dressed. By the order of Queen Hippolyta, you will return home."