Although his clothes were just constructs, he let her do it. She seemed really needy. Her fingers dug into his Viking cloak at the shoulders, tearing it open with a force that sent a thrill straight to his cock.
She shredded the rest of his tunic next, exposing his muscled chest to the cool air, and he watched her eyes darken with need. As for the pants and boots, he made them disappear on their own, leaving him bare, his thick cock standing rigid and throbbing, veins pulsing.
Hela did the same; her magical attire shifted and vanished. Her pale skin gleamed under the dim light, full breasts heaving with each breath, nipples already stiff. Her waist curving in before flaring to wide, birthing hips, and between her thighs, her bare pussy lips glistened subtly.
Marshall's mouth went dry, his gaze devouring every inch of her towering perfection. What a sight!
Finally, Hela broke the kiss first. But then her finger lingered on his mouth, a commanding press that oozed dominance. The finger gently shoved him backward, and he played along, stepping back, feeling the bed's edge nudge his calves.
"Shhh…" Her whisper was a sultry command, adding to the ache in his cock.
Marshall just smiled and let himself fall backwards onto the bed. Hela was already descending on him like a conquering queen, a wicked smirk curled his lips. He wanted to absolutely dominate Hela and give her an experience she probably wanted more than she knew. After all, he was the only man who could.
Before he landed completely and Hela fell onto him, he used telekinesis and rolled their bodies so she fell on her back, perfectly in the middle of the bed.
Hela landed with a surprised gasp, her body sprawling elegantly across the sheets.
Without a second thought, he got between her legs, grabbing them. He pressed them up, folding her tall frame until her ass lifted off the bed, utterly exposing her drooling pussy. The position made his cock twitch impatiently.
Hela was a head taller than him. Her lush legs splayed wide, her toes pressing the sheets on either side of her head, her knees against her own shoulders. Even contorted like this, her eyes burned with need, locking onto his with that fierce affection only he ever saw.
Yes, this was it. She was hoping for this.
"Mmmm…"
Marshall neared his face to her pussy lips. Twitching, gleaming, bald, her magic probably keeping her perfect at all times. The potent scent of her arousal filled his lungs like a drug, making his mouth water.
So… fucking perfect.
His beard scraped roughly against her sensitive inner thighs as he mashed his face into her cunt, tongue plunging deep into her core, lapping up her juices with sloppy, greedy sucks. He spread her lips wide with his thumbs, exposing the swollen clit and the quivering pink flesh, then attacked it all.
He sucked her nub with a wet pop, swirled his tongue in filthy circles around her petals, and slurped audibly as her cream coated his chin. All the while, his hands roamed up her trembling thighs, fingers digging into the marshmallowy undersides before sliding to her heaving bosom.
He captured both hard nipples between his digits, pinching them viciously, twisting the peaks until they stretched, pulling sharp gasps from her as he feasted lower, his mouth a relentless vacuum devouring her sopping hole, tongue-fucking her with brutal thrusts that made obscene squelching sounds.
"Oooooh…" Hela moaned, deep and melodious.
He kept devouring her pussy, tongue flicking relentlessly over her kernel of love, causing her thighs to quiver. She was a goddess, but he was something beyond. Marshall's beard soaked in her nectar as he pressed harder, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from her body.
Squelch! Slurp!
His mouth worked her folds, saliva mixing with her slick in a messy symphony.
He devoured her like ripe fruit, sucking with force before plunging his tongue deep into her clenching cunt, fucking her with short, brutal thrusts that stretched her lower lips. Widening her as he flattened his tongue against the rippling inner flesh, the tip darting like a serpent to tease every sensitive ridge and fold.
He didn't sprout tentacles this time; he craved being just Marshall with her, stripped of the madness that usually clawed at his mind. No raging voices echoed in his skull, no whispers demanding more; just the simple bliss of her taste on his tongue. It grounded him, made the moment feel achingly real.
Slurp! Slrp!
"Marshall… my… love," she cooed.
Marshall froze for a moment, his tongue still buried inside her, the words hitting him like a bolt. Was that the first time she'd called him that? Love?
Fuck yeah! Love… yeah, this is love. Fuck, I'd sell the universe for her.
Marshall only grew crazier at that point, his cock throbbing hard, the thick shaft probing under her lifted ass, rubbing against her spine. The friction made him groan into her pussy, the vibration pushing her higher. His hips ground mindlessly onto her back, desperate for friction while he feasted.
He felt her hips dancing wildly now, grinding up into his face with abandon.
The goddess was about to fall over the edge. Her one long arm stretched up, fingers tangling in his hair with a grip that could kill, yanking as if to rip it out. But she wasn't quite strong enough against him. Her pleasure peaking out of control, body trembling wildly.
"OOooooooh! I feel it—All of it!! Your… pleasure in my—Ah!"
Marshall had never heard those words from her lips before; she had really let herself go, her elegant facade cracking into pure ecstasy. He was fucking feasting on it; her taste exploding on his tongue, her moans a symphony in his ears.
As her climax crashed over her, Hela's body seized in a violent arch, her pussy clamping down on his tongue, gushing a torrent of hot, honey flooded his mouth. He drank her greedily, swallowing every spurt with deep gulps, his tongue still thrusting relentlessly into her spasming cunt, fucking through the clenches, lapping at the sticky release that splashed against his beard and chin.
"Oh, my eternal storm… yes, claim me!" she gasped between throaty moans, affection steeped in ecstasy. "Mmmph… deeper, my love… Ahhh!"
Waves of orgasm ripped through her tall frame, toes curling and thighs clamping his head.
As her body slowly calmed down, the tremors fading, Marshall finally eased back, licking his lips with a satisfied hum. He let her magnificent legs fall normally to the bed, but he stayed mounted over her, knees planted wide on either side of her hips. His eager cock lay flat and heavy on her drenched pussy, the veined shaft pulsing against her, teasing her with its weight.
He leaned over her, capturing one of cherry-tipped breasts in his mouth, the taut nipple hardening further under his attack. He suckled hard, teeth grazing the peak as he pulled it deep, sucking with enough force to tear it from a mortal woman. Yet for Hela, it was exquisite agony.
"Aaaaaah! Marshall!" Hela cried out, her long arms wrapping around his head, smushing his face deeper into the soft, yielding valley of her breasts.
Marshall showered both her breasts with the same ferocity, alternating between them until they glistened with his saliva. Then, he trailed his mouth lower, planting countless hickeys across the swells, blooming marks that sucked at her skin with bruising intensity.
He moved to her neck and collarbone next, biting and sucking with fervor, marking her his. Each kiss drew sharp, moaning cries from her throat, powerful enough to mark a goddess.
At last, he reached her face, a big smile on his lips as he rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling.
She was panting, chest rising and falling in ragged waves, and so was he. Not from exhaustion, but from the overwhelming arousal. He felt like drowning in her dark eyes, her pale skin smooth as cool marble under his calloused hands.
"I just thought… What if… Odin planned this from the beginning? Me and you?" He asked.
"Hah." Hela scoffed, her long arms hugging his neck tighter, yet a genuine smile curved her full lips. "Then for once in his life he was right."
Once again, Marshall melted at her words and kissed her lips.
As he did that, Hela used her arm to reach down between them, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing cock with a grip, stroking once before aiming the swollen head at her entrance, the tip nudging her soaked folds.
Marshall drove his cock in with a single, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt in her tight heat. The sensation of her walls gripping him made him growl. Sadly, she was taller than him, forcing a choice between fucking her deep or kissing her senseless.
And he wanted both. So, he smirked and turned it up a notch.
He hooked both arms under her knees and widened her legs, stretching them up to her sides, pressing them up and high. That raised her lower half, shortened the space he needed to plunge. Instead of back and forth, he now fucked downward into her pussy, drilling with no mercy.
With her knees wide apart, at each side of her head, he leaned down with his weight, keeping her locked, and kissed her lips.
Yeah, she could dominate him if she wanted. Her size allowed that. But Marshall gave her a whole new experience and dominated her. Kept her fixed in a position where she could do nothing but taste his hammering pumps, balls deep to batter her womb, and bruising kisses.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
He slammed down with brutal force, each plunge pounding her pussy until the delicate folds flushed a deep, angry red. Even for Hela, he was a bit rough. His thick cock was slick and gleaming, coated in a viscous layer of warm, musky cream.
Her fresh release from that second orgasm mingled with his leaking precum. But Marshall didn't relent; he powered through her shuddering peak, his shaft dragging against her spasming walls, drawing out every quiver and gasp as he chased his own building frenzy.
Squelch! Squelch!
Hela's mounds bounced wildly with each impact, heavy orbs jiggling between her legs, nipples scraping against his chest. Her soaked pussy sucked him in greedily, the sounds growing louder, more desperate as her body betrayed her complete surrender to the onslaught.
The sounds were deafening. The bed's frantic creaks, their mingled breaths, the slick symphony of flesh on flesh, a proof to the bed's impending doom.
"Agh! Agh! Ungh! Mmm…! I never… felt… like this before! Yes, just like that!" Hela's hips bucked wildly. Her ass lifted to meet his punishing slams, her body convulsing through wave after wave of ecstasy as he fucked her beyond reason, the only man who could, who she wanted.
Her moans and words were smothered against his unrelenting mouth, their kiss a sloppy, devouring clash of tongues and teeth. Marshall's drool marked her entire face in glistening trails, her black hair plastered in damp tangles to her skin and his.
Her dark eye makeup smeared around her eyes in chaotic streaks, her deep lipstick blurred into faint red smudges.
Creak! Creak!
Whatever remained of the bed frame crumbled into dust, the supports giving way with a final, resigned crack.
"Ooohhhh—Fuuu…" Hela's climax finally ripped through her.
Her body going feral, fingernails raking across Marshall's solid chest, drawing no blood. She moaned gutturally, groaned from the depths of her soul, her head thrashing side to side, wild black locks whipping across the ruined bedding as her entire body convulsed in ecstasy.
And she shattered completely, her pussy clenching in hard pulses, milking him as stars exploded behind her eyelids, every nerve sparking with overwhelming bliss. Yes she needed this. Yes she felt too dignified to pleasure herself, or seek another release. Marshall was all she had, she wanted.
Marshall howled, raw and triumphant. His forehead pressed flat against hers in shared ecstasy, his hot breaths blasting across her face.
With a final, deep plunge, he unleashed everything.
"Gaaaaah… Really… really… missed you!"
His body locked stiff as he emptied his balls. His cock flexed violently as he pumped a torrent of thick, hot batter straight into her cunt, flooding her womb in endless ropes. The sheer volume made it feel like his shaft swam in a sea of its own cream. Her pussy overflowing instantly, frothing seeds bubbling out around his girth in filthy rivulets.
And Hella's eyes rolled up. She felt it all.
She felt it bloom in her belly, that messy gush of fluids expanding, filling every crevice until she swore she could taste the salt on her tongue. Her body trembled as the overflow leaked down her ass in hot trails.
But before any words could form on her lips, Marshall captured her mouth again, his tongue plunging deep, swirling possessively, grounding her in the aftershocks.
Slowly, he eased her legs down, collapsing fully onto her sweat-slicked body. His softening cock slipped free, their combined mess spilling out in a creamy puddle on the sheets, soaking everything. He peppered her bosom with lingering kisses, nuzzling into the valley of her breasts until his cock fully deflated.
Finally, he lifted his head, meeting her gaze.
"Marshall… What if this grows another life?" Hela murmured in a warm whisper.
Marshall chuckled. "Then Odin will have another grandkid."
To that, even Hela smirked.
Woosh!
In a fluid surge of strength, Hela flipped them over, her succulent form pinning him under her as she straddled his hips, her dripping pussy hovering teasingly above his spent cock
"Then I suppose once will not suffice. Let me move this time, you left me too sore."
He grinned like a fool, arms folding behind his head, eyes locked on the most beautiful sight in the universe.
Yeah, why stop at three? I'll give Odin a whole army of grandkids.
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