Fun is Fun

Thrud couldn't believe she had been so stupid as to leave the bottle out!

The moment she had found it in her room she'd realized that her mother had seen it and realized she'd snuck a drink. And was probably planning to punish her which was... bad.

Real bad.

Thrud frowned, shaking her head. For some reason it felt like she should be able to come up with some way to describe the situation better but just... didn't want to. Her head was foggy from waking up after drinking and she kept getting distracted...

She lifted up a bottle and took a long drink as she looked around her room, not noticing her hips pop out a touch, which caused her ass to swell a bit more.

Her mother had thought herself clever but Thrud had decided to have the last laugh. It had been easy to secure some regular wine and ale, as well as a bunch of empty bottles. She'd spent the entire morning quietly transferring her mother's secret stash to the new bottles and then refilling them with the regular stuff. It was unfair that her mother kept the utterly delicious booze all to herself! It was so good... if Thrud licked a few extra drops off the bottles and also took a bottle right now that was just her knowing how to savor it!

Finishing the bottle Thrud smiled, feeling warm and bubbly and ready for some fun at the mead hall. Her mother had left a note assuring her that they'd be able to go there again and Thrud was looking forward to it.

She just needed to decide what to wear.

She stood naked in her room and looked lover her normal clothing and found them... wrong. The leggings wouldn't let her dance (or fit considering how thick and meaty her thighs and rear were, not that she noticed) and she didn't want her wear her breastplate because it kept making her tits ache in ways that were distracting (and the fact that she'd gained another cup size since that morning was missed on her... as was her hair growing longer and her gaining a couple inches of height).

"Need something different... oh!" She went over to her dresser and pulled out a dress that Heimdall had given her as a joke. It was cut more for her mother, or at least that had been what he'd said, mocking that it would never fit her right. But slipping the garment on she was rather please how it hugged her curves. "This will be perfect for tonight... give the boys access!"

She wanted this to be the night where she finally... well, she was going to say laid but in truth she wanted to be fucked for hours until she could barely walk. All the mortal boys had been looking at her, whispering about the fun they could have and she'd finally decided that she wanted just that.

"Except mother will probably be watching me..." Thrud thought in annoyance. "I don't need her ruining my fun...which isn't fair! Everyone talks about how she used to party like this when she was my age! I should be allowed to as well! If only-"

She looked down a bottle and smirked before rushing to the mead hall, knowing her mother would be at meetings for another hour or so more.

The owner, one of the younger midgardians who had a shock of dark hair and thick arms, looked up as she came in. "Lady Thrud-"

"You are going to take this-" she thrust the bottle of Giant's Brew into his hand, "-and mix it with whatever my mother orders."

"Lady Sif, I could not-" he stammered only for Thrud to come around the bar and drop to her knees.

"And as payment you will be the first on midgard to cum in the Thunder Goddess' mouth!" Before he could even protest she had yanked his dick out, smirking as she grabbed a bottle of red and poured it over his dick before attacking it with her mouth. The man trembled as she did so and Thrud hummed to herself, loving the power she had over him. She'd seen women suck men off and always thought it degrading to the woman but now she understood the opposite was true. She had all the power. She controlled the man and **** him to do whatever she wanted. Yes, he tried to grab her head but she merely **** his wrists back and sped up her tempo, making him realize that she, and she alone, determined what they would do. And when he came it was him reduced to a trembling wreck, not her.

Thrud just drank down a full bottle of ale and smirked.

Sure enough, later that night as she led two midgardians to the back room, her mother didn't notice as she was deep in her cups, laughing as she told a story to a few men at the bar.