Kiss Kiss

In honor of me catching Bronchitis, I thought I share one of my earlier Ryan stories.

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My F/A-37 Talon landed in the midst of a driving January Norwegian rain; the weather made Gotham downright hospitable I thought as I taxied off the wet cold tarmac. My home carrier, the USS George Washington, was bobbing up and down out in the turbulent Northern Atlantic several hundred miles off Norway as my feet stood on terra firma.

After my debriefing I was driven to an ancient Norse castle, all along the way I wished that it were snowing instead; I was shown to my room and left alone. I looked outside at the cold driving rain; I shivered as I gazed upon the dark dreary mess. I continued to think how nice it would be if it were snowing instead. I decided to take a nice warm shower and unzipped my flight suit.

I could've sworn I heard a beautiful sweet voice singing as I stepped into the refreshing warm water; the singing grew louder as I continued to wash. I dropped my soap as I heard the voice sing my name; I looked up as the song became enticing. I furiously finished the shower as the voice began to call me; I stepped out and dried myself off as the soft voice continued its seducing way.

Moments later I emerged on the cold wet roof top; there she was smiling a mischievous smile as she sang to me. Her hair was blonde, her eyes emerald green, she wore green armor; it revealed a gratuitous amount of cleavage. She was slowly seducing me as the cold rain continued to pour down upon us.

She continued to sing as she slowly strutted up to me in the driving rain; I completely forgot about my mission as she purred, "Kiss Kiss, Ryan."

I had enough of my faculties to remember my Avenger files: It was the Asgardian goddess, Amora the Enchantress. Somehow, I vaguely thought I knew her from somewhere, but I was too bewitched to remember as she stopped in front of me as the cold rain continued to pour. We stood there for what seemed like hours, I was mesmerized by the rain that ran down her beautiful face.

She kissed me; something wonderful happened when she did; the rain instantly turned to snow. White puffy flakes of snow gently fell as I wrapped my mortal arm around her incredible immortal body and returned her intoxicating kiss.

Outside my window the snow continued to gently fall; Amora released her spell, I came to in my bed. Her knees straddled my abdomen, she was fully clothed sitting on my lap; I was only dressed in my Navy issued boxers. She warmly smiled, "Hello, Ryan."

"AMORA!" I thundered in shock, "What, What, What am I doing here?!?" I continued as I feverishly looked around the room; I couldn't move much courteous of her strong knees.

The goddess leaned down and put a calm finger on my nose, "Ryan, it's alright. Blue asked me to keep an eye on you," she paused and kissed me. Amora purred, "I just didn't know how well of a kisser you were!" Again the Asgardian goddess stopped and kissed me, one that I returned as I took a deep breath through my nose.

I was quite frankly drunk with her kisses; combine Blue, Diana, and Red together they still couldn't match the intoxication that flowed from Amora's luscious lips. I wanted more and more of her as I drank in her wine kisses.

Amora broke away, rose up, and sat on the edge of the bed without taking her hypnotic green eyes off me as I sat up in bed. “Did we do anything?” I asked as I gazed upon her fair face.

Amora crossed her sexy legs as she lustfully replied, “You know that I’m not the kiss and tell type, Ryan.”

“Amora.”

She leaned over giving me yet another eyeful of her majestic cleavage and cooed, almost giggling, “Even if we did do it,” she paused as she placed a soft finger on my chest and continued, “I’m an immortal Norse goddess, you are a mere mortal, you couldn’t possibly get me pregnant, my dear Ryan.”

She clicked her fingers and a crystal goblet full of red wine appeared in midair; Amora took it and drank. The crystal continued to hover as she released it; Amora removed her breast plate and snaked her soft irresistible immortal body up mine as the snow fell harder.

Fifteen minutes later Amora put her armor back on as I lay flat on my back. She leaned over me with a concerned look on her face; she placed her soft hand on my chest. I arched my back and yelped as fire raged through my lungs. “Ryan, you have bronchitis incubating in your lungs,” she stated as she kept her fiery fingers on my chest.

She released her healing touch, but it still felt like my lungs were still on fire. My body had broken out in a severe sweat, the sheets were soaked. Amora gently put the sheets over me as she purred, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Blue.”

“You’re not the kiss and tell type,” I weakly replied trying to keep my tired eyes open.

“No,” the Enchantress countered as she giggled, “I won’t tell her how cute your butt is!” She stopped, leaned over me and whispered, “Now sleep. I’ll stand guard until you leave.”

I heard her sing a lullaby, my heavy tired eyes closed; as I drifted off into a deep restful sleep I heard the soft fluffy snow turn back into cold rain.