Naruto: Brother Of Aphrodite (CH 16) (Patreon)

A/N:This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

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Chapter 16: Threesome Time?

Asgardian Prison Complex

Naruto stepped through the Bifrost gate and onto the dark, carved stone of the Asgardian prison complex. It wasn’t a welcoming place. Unlike the gleaming golden city, this structure was all sharp angles and cold, unyielding iron, a testament to the might of the Aesir’s justice. The air here didn’t hum with magic and celebratory mead; it lay thick with the faint, metallic scent of regret and ancient binding spells.

Naruto's senses, finely tuned from both his past life as a ninja and sage and this life as a god, immediately registered the traces of the recent escape. Loki was sloppy, perhaps intentionally so, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs in the form of his magical energy for any competent tracker to follow.

“A trace of illusory magic was left behind by Loki, but this feels like a trick, and being a trickster myself, I know when I am being played,” Naruto mused, allowing his time sense to pull back the threads of the recent past. He saw faint, shimmering afterimages—not of the god himself, but of a specific, non-Asgardian energy signature lingering near one of the shattered cell entrances. “And something… Midgardian? Or maybe just very advanced tech.”

Naruto approached the main, massive iron-bound door, but his path was instantly blocked by a figure in silver and blue armor.

"Halt," the guard commanded, his voice deep and entirely devoid of warmth. "By order of All-Father Odin, only essential personnel are permitted past this point. State your business, Greek."

Naruto sighed, resisting the urge to simply walk through the man. He wasn’t here to cause unnecessary trouble. "I am here on Odin's order to investigate the escape of Loki and his conspirators. Step aside."

"I don't know of such order and it does not override the standard protocols of the Iron Cage," the guard retorted, raising his shield slightly. "I have no knowledge of you."

Naruto's eyes narrowed, shifting from a playful, bright blue to a deep, swirling cerulean that seemed to pull the light out of the hallway. He didn’t raise his voice or move a muscle. Instead, he simply allowed the most subtle fraction of his God of Time power to leak into the space around them.

The guard’s movement slowed. Not just physically, but his internal processes seemed to grind to a halt. The air molecules thickened around him, the beat of his heart stretched into a painful, drawn-out.

THUMP THUMP

The guard blinked, and the entire scene jumped forward a minute. The iron door was now slightly ajar, the guard standing rigid in his previous position, though a cold sweat had broken out across his brow. He didn’t remember how he’d moved or why he’d opened the door, but the sudden, terrifying realization that an entire minute of his life had been stolen by the man in front of him made his teeth chatter.

"I'm heading off to handle my business now, and I hope you won't object to that," Naruto stated flatly, his tone lacking any feeling. He walked by the shaking guard and stepped into the building. "Consider this a lesson on staying out of my way."

Asgard Forest - Prison Grounds

Meanwhile, Sif moved with the quiet stealth of a seasoned warrior through the Asgardian forest bordering the prison grounds. She was fueled by a whirlwind of conflicted emotions, but one conviction had settled like iron in her soul.

Her hands gripped the hilt of her sword, not in a defensive posture, but almost seeking the grounding contact. The humiliation of the Holmgang was still a raw burn, yet when she focused on the memory of his foot on her throat and the subsequent rush of powerful, healing magic, her body betrayed her. A shiver of delicious submission ran down her spine, followed by a fierce, driving desire.

“Thor has grown soft, a mere hammer for the All-Father,” she thought bitterly. “The Aesir are complacent. My sons were brave, yes, but arrogant and weak in the face of true, primordial power.”

The Greek god was not just strong; he commanded Nature, War, Love, Lust, and Time. He was a force that could effortlessly destroy their realm or secure its future. The thought of bearing a child who held even a fraction of that essence—a half-Aesir, half-Olympian god of Victory and Time—was intoxicating.

“It is my duty to Asgard, and to my family, to secure that power,” she decided, the lie a comfortable mask over the raw lust. She knew she couldn't defeat him in direct battle. She would have to use the only domains she had left that might interest a God of Love and Lust: her experience, her warrior body, and her newfound willingness to submit to the superior male.

Sif quickened her pace, her eyes focused on the prison. The hunt was on, and the prize was far more valuable than revenge.

Thor - Sif House

Thrud sat on the edge of her bed, the breakfast table abandoned, the air still humming with the violent, beautiful memory of the Holmgang. Her fingers traced the line of her own throat, the place where Naruto's hand had closed, lifting her as if she were a doll. There was no bruise, no pain, only the ghost of a powerful, firm warmth.

Fear? She tried to classify the feeling. Yes, there had been fear—the cold dread of knowing she was utterly helpless. But beneath the fear, like the irresistible thrum of a drum in a victory march, was something else entirely. It was an awareness of absolute power, of being completely mastered by a force stronger than any she had ever known, including her own father.

Thor was strength, brute force, and thunder. Naruto was an entirely different kind of storm: controlled, ancient, and deeply sensual. When he healed her and her mother, the divine energy he injected had rushed through her veins, a liquid fire that did more than mend bone—it ignited something inside her.

It was a stark contrast to the familiar, comfortable strength of the Aesir. Her mother had fought him with anger, seeking vengeance for her step-sons' deaths, but Sif's rage had been swept aside by Naruto's serene, overwhelming dominance. And now, seeing her defeated, healed, and suddenly rushing out of the house with a feverish look in her eyes, Thrud knew her mother wasn't seeking revenge anymore.

"She wants what I want," Thrud whispered, the realization hitting her like a powerful shock of lightning, far stronger than her own modest thunder could generate. Submission. Not to a weakling, not to an arrogant brute, but to a god who commands time and destiny, who heals as easily as he destroys, and who demands complete adherence to his will.

Thrud was a warrior. She liked to fight, to strive, to win. But the raw, physical awe she felt after being effortlessly crushed and then instantly restored by Naruto had tapped into a deep, forgotten recess of her femininity - a primal desire to be dominated by a superior male.

She stood, her muscular frame moving with sudden, determined grace. The thought of her mother pursuing Naruto, likely for a calculated coupling to sate her newfound arousal, only sharpened Thrud's own resolve. She might be younger and less experienced, but she was a goddess of Asgard, and she knew a prize when she saw one.

Thrud knew her mother and could tell what she wanted as soon as she saw the expression on her face as she left the house. "She can have the Greek god's children as much as she desires, but I will make him mine."

Thrud slipped out of the house. She didn't need complicated tracking magic; she just followed the faint, lingering vibration of Nature and powerful godly power that Naruto left in his wake—a golden thread of potent energy that now felt like a roadmap to her own destiny. Both mother and daughter were heading to the Iron Cage, their intentions completely distinct, but their singular target the same.

Asgardian Prison Complex

Naruto completed his assessment of the prison’s main hall. The traces of illusion and powerful, high-tech residue was strong, leading him to believe Loki hadn't acted alone. He dismissed the whimpering guard with a subtle suggestion of sleep, satisfied with his initial findings, and turned to leave.

That's when he saw her. Lady Sif was leaning against a massive iron pillar, framed by the grim light filtering through a high, barred window. She had removed her breastplate, leaving only a thin, supple leather tunic that highlighted her powerful warrior physique. Her long, legendary golden hair cascaded over one shoulder, and the blue of her eyes was deeper, feverish with an intent that was anything but hostile.

She had shed the righteous anger and donned a look of pure, hungry vulnerability.

“Done with your investigations, Greek?” she asked, her voice low, a silken rasp that had replaced her earlier fury.

Naruto leaned back, crossing his arms and grinning knowingly. “I am. And you’ve clearly done away with the pretense. The fury and the death threats suit you less than that look, Sif.”

She pushed off the pillar, walking towards him with a deliberate, slow stride that radiated raw confidence. “I had my answer in the arena,” she said, stopping mere inches from him. Her scent—a blend of battle-ready leather and the sweet, musky smell of a goddess intent on coupling—filled his senses. “You won. You proved your strength. Thor’s line is failing; the Aesir are soft. You understand the necessity of power, Naruto.”

The blonde god of time chuckled, the sound deep and low. “Is this about a power play? Are you here to offer yourself as a Norse bride? That might be hard since you are already married."

Sif leaned in, her hand gliding up his chest before gently resting on the back of his neck, drawing him closer. Her eyes sparkled with genuine, unmasked longing, eclipsing any strategic thought. “It’s not just a matter of power, God of Lust,” she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. “It’s the desire you stir within me. I felt something like this before, back when I first met Thor, and he wasn’t the brutish guard dog he has become.”

Sif's gaze became distant as she recalled her childhood interactions with Thor. He was strikingly handsome, with long, silky red hair and a well-defined, muscular physique. His kindness and charming smile had a way of making all the women in Asgard blush like inexperienced maidens.

Sif thought to herself with a sense of pride, "I drove all those women away from Thor and made him mine." However, reality quickly set in as she recalled how her husband had turned into a grotesque, lazy creature who obeyed Odin's every command without hesitation. She understood that if Odin desired it, he would not hesitate to end her life and that of their daughter. Shaking off those thoughts, she reminded herself, "It's time to concentrate on the present."

Lemon Scene Ahead

She surged forward, closing the final gap between her and Naruto; her kiss was immediate, demanding, and fierce, everything a warrior goddess’s kiss should be. It wasn't the tentative exploration of a shy lover, but the desperate claim of a powerful woman staking her territory. Naruto responded instantly, the energy of her raw ambition and lust feeding his own domains.

Naruto backed her against the pillar, his hands gripping her waist, then sliding down to the powerful curve of her hips. Sif groaned into his mouth, arching her back, desperate to press closer. Her fingers tangled in his hair, bringing him closer as a primal, need-driven sound escaped her.

This was exactly what she’d wanted—to be dominated by the god who had effortlessly defeated her. The feeling of his strong hands, the pressure of his body against hers, was a dizzying rush of submission.

Naruto's fingers found the ties of her leather tunic, effortlessly loosening them. The tunic gaped open, and the chill of the prison air hit her skin, only to be immediately countered by the electric, pervasive heat radiating off the God of Lust.

"Take me, now," Sif whispered, her eyes dark with arousal. She had fully committed to her new strategy: a powerful, high-blood heir. The god of Time had sped up her desire, and she wanted his godly seed inside her immediately.

Naruto dipped his head, his lips trailing down the elegant curve of her neck as he reached down to push the tunic off her shoulders. The armor clattered faintly on the stone floor. He lifted her easily, wrapping her legs around his waist, preparing to fulfill her desperate desire right there against the cold stone pillar of the Iron Cage.

“This is why you were healed, my goddess,” Naruto murmured, his voice husky with mounting desire. “You are the prize for my victor.”

Naruto used one of his hands to hold Sif up against the stone pillar while the other reached for her crotch and ripped the fabric covering her crotch, exposing her slit covered in hair to the cold air, sending shivers down her spine.

Sif wasn't merely sitting around; she had one hand resting on the back of Naruto's neck while the other slipped beneath her toga to free his member. As soon as her hand made contact, she realized it was warm, and she noted that her hand couldn't fully encompass it. As she moved her hand along the length, she concluded that Naruto's shaft is huge.

Sif pondered, "Does he enhance his size with his abilities, or is this truly his natural form?" Some gods manipulate their dimensions for a confidence boost, but she sensed that Naruto was different. The impressive size he possessed was authentic. "Being a god of sex, it’s only fitting that he would have a member like this."

Sif placed the head of Naruto's cock on her pussy, she rubbed his shaft up and down her clit to get herself more wet, she moaned next to the blonde god's ear to entice him further, it worked if the way his cock twitched in her hand was any indication.

Naruto was about to thrust into her, the moment they both been waiting for was so close, when a voice, strained and laced with a confusing blend of shock and anger, cut through the lust-fogged air.

“Mother?!” Both Sif and Naruto froze, which some may find funny because the two got looks on their faces like teenagers who had been caught by their parents having sex.

Lemon Scene End

Sif, flushed and breathless, immediately dropped her gaze toward the sound. Thrud stood just a few feet away, her own warrior posture slightly slumped, her blue eyes wide, locked directly onto the sight of her nearly naked mother passionately engaged with the man who had defeated them both hours ago.

Thrud’s face was a study in conflicting emotions: shock, humiliation, and a burning, possessive jealousy that sent an unexpected surge of aggressive energy through her. The feelings she had been trying to process had just been laid bare and claimed by her own mother.

Naruto, still holding the panting, half-naked Sif in his arms, simply looked past her at Thrud. He smirked, the God of Lust satisfied with the mounting tension.

“Well, this is an interesting twist,” he said dryly. “It seems we have a spectator, Sif.”

Chapter End

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A/N: Naruto was on the verge of getting a taste of Lady Sif, but her envious daughter Thrud interrupted. What will unfold next? Will Sif pursue what they began and ignore Thrud entirely? Will Thrud accept this treatment without a fight? What’s the deal with Loki and his accomplice? Could there be a link to the Greeks? What might Loki be scheming by attempting to instigate a conflict between the Norse and Greek deities? Stay tuned for the impending showdown between mother and daughter over our beloved blonde Greek God. As always, we appreciate your support, and take care!