Amazing Aliha Origins 48 197 Bc

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The following story incorporates characters, themes, and references inspired by ancient Norse and Arabic mythology, as well as elements of modern Swedish and Arabic language. The figures and mythological entities featured within this narrative are drawn from the rich traditions of these cultures, and while their stories and attributes are rooted in historical beliefs, their portrayal here is fictionalized for the sake of creative storytelling. It is important to note that the depiction of these characters and their actions, including engagements in kinks or erotic occurrences, does not reflect the nature or cultural significance of these figures in their original mythological contexts. The story takes liberties with the personalities, relationships, and behaviours of these figures, and any actions described are intended solely for fictional or artistic purposes. These portrayals should not be interpreted as accurate representations of the ancient deities or their myths, nor should they be seen as an attempt to offend, distort, or disrespect any particular belief system or tradition. Readers are encouraged to approach this work with an understanding of its fictional nature and creative liberties, and with an awareness of the cultural, historical, and mythological context in which these figures originally existed.

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Zahira bint Almanatuzalat

is the daughter of the three prime goddesses of Nabatea, namely Manat, Al-Uzza and Al-Lat, and is the reigning queen of Raqmu (current Petra, Jordan) a land of ageless warrior women in the year of 48,197 BC. After the Norse gods challenge her mothers, several matches are held against the heroes and gods chosen by the pantheons, where the majority are won by the Nords. Now the queen herself, the strongest demi-goddess and the champion of Raqmu, will descend onto the arena. But will she be able to protect her people from the tyrannical Caucasian Asgardians, and more importantly, protect herself from their strongest male champion,

Thor Odinson

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I stood on the snow covered arena with my hands raised, signifying my victory. My fists were covered with a golden sheen, the colour of divine blood. I roared, enthralling the crowd watching my fight. I let loose my long hair as it fell down from the hair bun and my chalwar whipped in the wind as I screamed, "Witness the strength of my people!!! Witness the strength of Raqmu!!!"

The audience screamed at my call, whether they be mortal, half-blood or a god, everyone cheered. I smirked and then looked down at the woman huffing and on her knees. She coughed up golden blood with each breath, and although she didn't look beat up as per the laws circulating within the arena, her life force indicated that she was barely alive. Her once brilliant blonde locks and beautiful face were now matted with her own sweat and ichor. She was once compared to me in both beauty and strength, although everyone knew who was superior.

Sif Mandifarisdottir

looked up and scowled as our eyes met, "You think this will end with just my defeat? You are foolish Queen of the Desert... Hah... Hah... We will never stop until our victory..."

I hunched down and met her eyes while smiling, "Who is even left to win and conquer our lands, Goddess of Harvest? I have slain your Queen, Fjorgyn. I have slain the strongest Valkyrie, Freya. And I have slain your sister-wife, Jarnsaxa. Now even you shall be gone and the Asgardians will be left with no female to birth their progeny and will fade away. Your All Father, Odin Borson, used to court me in the past and forced himself on several of my subjects. This is all the repercussions of his choices. Now only his son, Thor Odison, remains as someone who could even match up to me, but if he is his father's son, then he will not be a hurdle either. Odin might have been crafty, but he was never strong."

Sif chuckled at my declaration and replied, "O Demi-goddess of beauty and feminine ideals... You may believe you are strong for you have never been to man's world and only met the weak All-Father and the likes, men borne of your age... But my husband would surely avenge me... For he is mighty and a true specimen of a man..."

I scoffed at her remark and stood up, "That we will see in time. But for now, I shall send you off to your Valhalla."

I threw a hard uppercut at her chin which made her head wrench back. She spewed more ichor and then lay flat on the snow. Slowly, her form began to dissipate into light particles and hence she was gone as well, the last of the female Aesir and Jotunn.

I walked back into the arena after waving to the audience and took a towel from my attendant, Inaya.

"Your fight was as splendid as always my Malaka (Queen)!! I was reminded once again who truly is the strongest on this world!! I am sure you will be able to subdue this man named Thor or Bor as well in tomorrow's match!!" She said enthusiastically, almost skipping with joy as she followed me back to my room.

I cleaned my ichor covered hands and then ruffled her hair playfully. "You should not ever underestimate your opponent little girl. It is true I am strong, and that I will give it my all to defeat him tomorrow, but he might just be a match for me. Maybe he will be able to scratch my itch for a worthy opponent after many millennia." I said and then strode into my room. The servants on stand by took off my garments piece by piece until I was in the nude. I appreciated my curves in the large bronze mirror placed in my room and then turned back to Inaya.

"Well that will be for tomorrow. What I need now is a warm bath. Have you heated the water yet?" I said while the servants took off my gauntlets and boots.

"W-Well... You see my Malaka... I was so engrossed in the match that I forgot to instruct the servants to heat the batch water... Hehe" She said with a sheepish smile.

I sighed, "When will this girl grow up I wonder... Then I will go to the commons. No one would be there at this hour in the evening anyway, so it will be fine. But remember to heat it tomorrow, okay." I said with a reproachful gaze as the servants put on a thin robe over me. I walked alone through the hallway and went inside the common baths for women in the arena, admiring the craftsmanship of the Nords. Even though they were challenging us, I could honestly say that they were quite skilled with their hands. I took off my robe and neatly folded and placed it on a shelf. I then made my way to the open air bath which I had my eye on for quite a while and opened the door. A cold breeze swept across my skin. Would it have been any other mortal, then would have been shivering in place and run back, but it did make me miss the sign stating "Mixed bathing". I nonchalantly walked in and dipped my toe in the hot water. The hot spring water was refreshing and seemed to be replenishing my life force, so I slowly lowered myself up to my neck. I leaned back on the edge and looked up at the stars becoming visible as the sun went below the horizon.

A few minutes passed like this. Suddenly, I sensed a strong presence coming over to the gate and I immediately jumped up from the pool. I hunched into a battle stance and eyed the door. The door slowly opened and there I saw a man. A man like no other I had ever seen before, not like I had seen many. His body was like a chiseled marble statue to depict the perfection of a male, yet all his muscles and abs rippled as he moved. He had long golden locks reaching his nape that framed his handsome and sharp face. And I also witnessed a huge and thick protrusion, much like a limb, that I had never seen before, dangling between his legs. It limply hung down and smacked against his thighs as he walked over. Finally our eyes met, his green ones boring into my amber ones. "Who are you?! This bath was supposed to only be for women!!"

I saw as his lips turned up into a smile and his flaccid protrusion was now slowly standing up and growing even further in size, nearing three and a half Qabdhah (About 31cms). I gulped silently while looking at that. I did not know why, but the sight of it was making my nether tingle and wet.

He opened his mouth while raising his hands placatingly, "You need not be wary of me. At least not for today. Though I do know you well from my father's stories, since he used to vent to me about it from whence I was just a child. He had said that your beauty and allure was incomparable, even among the gods. So much so that he had offered you all of Asgard and his divorce as dowry, should you accept. I thought him to be foolish, but now that I lay my eyes on your form, he might have been overly understating your charm."

"Thor Odinson..." I said with a frown, immediately realizing who the man in front of me was. He looked nothing like his father, Odin. For the first time, I realized that Sif's words of me not knowing the world of man might have been true.

"Regardless. This is the woman's bath. Get out of here now!!" To my order he just smirked and wiped a sign fogged up with precipitate.

"As you can see, this open air bath is for both genders. If you would like to continue your bath, I wouldn't mind. In fact I would welcome such skin-ship. But if you can not stand me, I suggest you move to the female baths inside or your quarters." He said with a wink.

I was shocked at having missed that signage and moved out of the bath. But I did not let it show on my face and strut out elegantly.

When I was passing him by, he whispered in my ear, '

I will show you your true place tomorrow oken slampa (sand slut)'

I did not understand that last part, but the tone was enough to let me know that it was derogatory. I frowned and spit on his face before making my way back to my quarters after putting on my robe. Seeing my bad mood, Inaya fussed over me all night until I went to sleep.

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I was dressed in my usual beige traditional battle garb with my unbreakable gauntlets and boots. They had been thoroughly cleaned with magic since yesterday so they looked brand new. I walked into the snowed in arena, adjusting my hair bun so that it wouldn't get undone, and stood near the center. I waved my hands to the audience gathered today, who were waiting for another clash between the divine. I saw Thor enter from the other end and the Nords broke into an earth shattering cheer. I had never heard such a welcome for any of my other opponents, so I gathered that Thor was well loved among his people. He was bare chested, with his abs glistening under the noon sun. He wore gauntlets and boots much like mine but with different patterns and a pair of shorts made of hide. His massive girth was bulging up from inside and when he looked at me, it twitched and began to grow like yesterday.

We both stood facing each other in the center and sized each other up.

"You better get ready to meet your wife in Valhalla young man. You cannot hope to best me, when even Odin couldn't." I said with a challenging smirk while my arms were crossed under my breasts, emphasizing them further.

His eyes went from my cleavage to my face and he smirked as well, "Do not compare me to my father. He was just a weak Aesir, but I have the blood of Jotunn's as well. I will show you what true male might is today Queen of the Desert, and then you will know that women are meant to serve men like me."

I scoffed at his remark and decided to punish him in the match.

A loud horn rang through the skies, proclaiming the start of the match. I long palms with Thor and we began to grapple in earnest. The first thing I noticed when we pushed against each other was that he was very very strong. Stronger than any opponent I had ever faced in my long life. He began to push me back and pressured me down. His smile was annoying as he did so, but I could see that he was also exerting considerable effort. I took the chance and voluntarily ducked down along with his force and unclasped my hands with his. I then turned to the right and shot my right leg straight up on his chin. It connected with full force, making him stagger back a few steps.

"Quite feisty... Though I wouldn't have it any other way." He said and spit out some ichor.

I corrected myself as well and then lunged at him with a right jab. He blocked it, but it was a feint and I used my left leg to kick him on his right flank. He let out a groan as it hit, but then trapped my leg in his arm. I was unable to back off as he threw a painful jab at my torso. It was the most painful hit I had ever taken from anyone. I gasped and he took that time to twist my leg.

"GAAAAAANNNNNAAAaaaaaahhhh!!!" I screamed in pain, but before he could throw me down, I jumped on my right leg and delivered a kick to his forehead by pivoting around the leg he was holding.

He let go of me and both of staggered back, him nursing his head and me nursing my torso. After a few moves we both knew, this was going to be a tough fight.

Thor took the initiative this time. He lunged at me and threw a left hook, but I used his momentum against himself. I ducked under his punch and grabbed onto his arm. I then threw him over my shoulder and onto the ground, then coming behind him while still holding his arm and pinning it behind him.

"How does it feel to be bested by a woman, Odison?" I say and twist his arm to cause pain. He screams in pain but then turns over and slowly stands up while I try to push him down. But before I know it, he grabs onto my arm and reverses the arm lock on me.

"I wouldn't know. For a male is currently besting you." He says in a mocking tone and twists my arm like I did his.

"AAAAAanggghhhhhhh!!!!" I squeal as pain shoots up my joints.

He then twists my arm further back and makes my head touch the snow. I push back my legs while he torments me and throw my leg back, hitting him on the back of his head. He lets go of me and I roll away from him in pain. We both get up again, ready to lunge at each other.

I throw a right kick at his flank, but he blocks it. Taking advantage of that he throws a right hook at my head but I redirect it using my arm. We both stumble back a bit and then lunge at each other again. But this time, we both had the same idea and threw a left hook at each other's head. Both our hits land and his punch makes my jaw rattle. I feel ichor pooling in my mouth and spit it out while nursing my head. I recover a bit earlier and quickly try to grab onto his waist from the back. But he counters with an elbow to my face. I stagger back but not before jumping and kicking his back with both my feet at full force. Both of us fall down while cradling our hurt limbs with ichor dripping down our mouth and nose.

We both stumble back to our feet and face each other. Thor makes a suggestion at that moment, "We have both shown our skills aplenty. Why not test each other's resilience now?"

I smiled at his suggestion, actually enjoying a fight for the first time. "Why not? I do not mind giving you a breather young man. Getting tired are we?"

We both walked up to each other and stood there. As if we both knew, we threw a left jab at each other's torso. We stumbled but came back and then threw a right jab at each other's head. My head rattled with the hit and I stumbled back a bit more. Our punches kept landing on each other in sync. After the sixth exchange, I was clearly faring worse than Thor. My hair bun was loose and sweat beaded my face. Ichor dripped down my mouth as I huffed and tried to throw another punch. Both of us threw a right hook at each other but only his connected. My head wrenched to the right and my hair came undone whipping in the air. I stumbled back in a daze and saw him grin.

From this moment on, he completely dominated me. He walked over to me leisurely and grabbed onto my hair with his right hand. Then he began to rain down punches upon punches on my tits and face, making me groan in pain as he kept me in place.

"Where did all your pride go slampa (slut)? Giving up already?" He then head butt me and made me stagger back. He wrapped my long hair around his hand and began to pull me over to the walls. When we reached an edge, he slammed my back to the cold stone. I began to slide down the wall in a daze but before I could, he began to punch my torso at astonishing speeds.

"AAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" I screamed my lungs out as he stopped and then delivered a brutal right kick to my stomach. I slid down the wall after his barrage, but it wasn't over yet.

He pulled me back to the center by pulling on my hair and showed me off to the audience. The Nords cheered their hearts out, knowing they were victorious. My people were all silent, as if in mourning. I could see Inaya covering her mouth and crying while watching me. Seeing that I tried to muster a bit of strength and stood back up. Thor looked amused and let my hair go.

He walked a few steps away with his back to me. "Witness people of Raqmu!! Your Queen will know defeat today at the hands of man!!"

Before I could do anything, he jumped and kicked my head from the side with his right leg. My head snapped to the left and I lost consciousness for a moment. I fell down on my knees and coughed up ichor, which stained my top and the snow underneath. I was much in the same state as was Sif yesterday, and her prediction had come true till now.

Thor walked over to me and looked down. I frowned up at him and spit out what I thought would be my final words. "Hah... Hah... As you said... You have bested me young man... So slay me and let me join my sisters in Firdaus..."

I expected him to land the final hit or gloat before doing so. But I was mistaken. This is where Sif's prediction turned false.

"I shall not take your life Queen of the Desert. You have been bested, and with you, so has the land of Raqmu and the pantheon of Nabatea. Now that Asgard has won, we will be taking our rightful spoils as your masters for the next ten millennia. And during those years, you shall be my consort, and sire my children."

I was shocked at his declaration, but then to make good on his promise, he made me drink an elixir he received from his assistant to mend my vitality. I looked up at him and saw him smile kindly. Then I knew that he was truly not the same as his father. "Then it shall be as you wish. As per our wager, my land will be yours for the next ten millennia and I will be your concubine and ally."

Thor undid the strap on his shorts and let his massive cock spring forth, a word I had heard some commoner men utter when they visited brothels. Its tip hovered right in front of my lips. "Then swear your fealty and henceforth by the Aesir, your people shall be known as Valkyries as well." He ordered me while looking down.

"I swear to be your concubine and sire many of your children Odinson, and be a sword for your people as a Valkyrie when in need." I said and kissed the tip of his cock, tasting and smelling the pungent member.

The audience cheered and he also seemed pleased by my response, so he gave a hearty laugh before hoisting me in his arms and throwing me over his shoulder. He walked over to the gate on my end and told Inaya, "Your Queen will be servicing me tonight. Make sure nobody dares to enter the common: baths."

Inaya nodded at his command and blushed when she looked at me getting carried away. She whispered, '

Good luck my Malaka!'

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He lugged me all the way to the baths as several people watched me getting carried on Thor's shoulder. After entering the door he put me down on my feet and closed the door. I walked over to his and threw my arms around his neck. He grabbed my ass with one hand and my head in another, then began to kiss me passionately. We were still covered in our own ichor so we tasted each other as our tongues wrapped around each other's and his dominated mine, pushing into my mouth and making me drink his saliva which had a whiff of alcohol. After indulging in each other for a few minutes, Thor grabbed my hair and pulled me away. A string of our spit still connected our lips, as if reminding me of my first ever kiss.