Hela sat between his spread legs, kneeling upright, hands sliding up his thighs. Her fingers brushed the hard line of his cock through his pants, teasing, reverent.
"I'll please you like you never imagined, my king..." she murmured, voice husky with heat.
Erik's hand came down, fingers threading roughly into her dark hair, tilting her head back so she had to look straight up at him.
"Go ahead…"His thumb brushed her lower lip.
Her smile was all sharp edges. She nuzzled into his touch, then turned her head to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his palm.
Erik's other hand fisted in her hair, not yanking, but claiming.
Hela's lips lingered on his palm, soft and warm at first, then hotter, more deliberate. She kissed the center of it, slow and reverent, before her tongue slipped out—long, wet strokes across his skin like a loyal hound marking its master. She lapped at him, tasting salt and power, eyes half-lidded with pure devotion.
Erik watched, thumb still brushing her lower lip, feeling the slick trail she left behind. A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest.
Satisfied with his hand, Hela lowered her head. She nuzzled her cheek against the hard bulge straining his pants, rubbing her face over it like she couldn't get close enough. The heat of him, the thick ridge pressing back against her skin—it made her breath hitch.
She loved how solid he felt, how ready. A soft, needy sound escaped her throat as she dragged her lips along the outline, worshiping through fabric.
Erik's fingers tightened in her hair, guiding without words.
Hela's hands moved to his zipper. The sound of it coming down was sharp in the quiet chamber. She reached in, freed his cock from the tight confines, and wrapped her fingers around the hot, heavy length.
Her grip was firm—possessive, but offering. She looked up at him, green eyes locked on his, waiting.
Erik's mouth curved into an easy, approving smile.
"Go on."
Her tongue slid out, pink and glistening. She started at the base, dragging it slowly up the underside all the way to the tip, savoring every inch. Then, without pause, she opened wide and took him in—one smooth, deep motion until her lips touched the root. His entire cock disappeared into the wet heat of her mouth.
Erik grunted, hips shifting as her throat closed around him. "Fuck… Hela."
Warm. Tight. Perfect.
"Woah, Hela," he rasped, voice rough with pleasure, "you're giving the perfect job."
A small, smug smirk flickered across her face. Hela's skills were near perfect, after all, she had secretly listened when Wanda and Cindy taught Helen the art of deepthroat. Helen had begged those girls to teach her that, as that's what Erik seemed to enjoy the most. Hela had only theory, no practice tho. But her instincts, her raw need to worship him, made her flawless. Natural. Unbeatable.
She pulled back almost to the tip, then drove down hard, bobbing fast and fierce. Her tongue worked relentlessly inside her mouth, swirling, pressing, milking him from every angle.
It felt like she was fucking her own throat for his pleasure, hungry and shameless.
"Fuck!" Erik shivered, fingers clenching in her hair.
Saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth, dripping down his shaft, making it gleam as she worked him faster, sloppier. His hips started to rise on instinct, chasing the heat.
The pressure built quick and brutal. Erik's control snapped. Both hands gripped her head, holding her steady as he thrust up into her mouth—hard, deep strokes that claimed every inch. Hela took it eagerly, eyes watering but bright with hunger, moans vibrating around him.
One final, brutal thrust—he buried himself to the hilt, nose pressed against his pelvis, and came.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her throat. Hela swallowed greedily, throat working around him, taking every drop like it was the only thing that mattered. Not a single bit escaped her. She drank him down until he was spent, then slowly pulled off with a wet pop, lips swollen and shiny.
She stayed on her knees between his legs, breathing hard, looking up at him with pure, satisfied devotion.
"I need you," she whispered, voice husky. "All of you. My king. My husband."
Erik's hand settled in her hair, gripping just hard enough to tilt her face up.
"You have me," he said quietly. The words felt heavier than he expected. Real.
He pulled her up toward him. Hela obeyed without a word, climbing into his lap, straddling him on the bean bag. Her body pressed close, warm and still buzzing from battle.
Erik tugged her closer, lips finding the pale column of her neck. He kissed slow, hot, open-mouthed along her skin.
Hela gasped—sharp, surprised. No one had ever touched her like this. Her neck, kissed by a man for the first time. It sent fire straight to her core, sensual and overwhelming. Her hips rolled on instinct, grinding down against his lap. The friction of her crotch rubbing his hardening cock was too good—unexpectedly perfect. She couldn't stop, moving again and again, soft whimpers escaping her.
Her battle suit shimmered, then dissolved away in a ripple of greenish hue, vanishing into her skin like mist. Bare now, she sat up straighter, hands sliding over her own muscled chest, then reached for him. Fingers hooked into his grey hoodie and tore it open with a sharp rip, fabric splitting down the middle.
She leaned in close, nose brushing his skin, inhaling deep—his scent, raw and manly, flooding her senses. Her tongue lolled out, long and eager, dragging slow licks across his chest, down his abdomen. She tasted him like he was sacred, tracing every ridge of muscle.
It drove Erik wild. Too much. His hands dropped to her ass—full, firm, perfect—and grabbed hard. He slapped once, twice, the sharp cracks echoing in the chamber. Hela moaned into his skin.
Then he flipped her.
One swift move—he overturned her onto her back on the wide bean bag, pinning her beneath him.
"Ooh, someone lost control," Hela smirked up at him, eyes gleaming with teasing heat.
Erik ignored it, sexual rage burning through him. He dived into her soft breasts—amazing, perky, not as huge as Cindy's but perfect handfuls that fit his palms like they were made for him. He licked one pink nipple, teased it hard, then bit down on the juicy flesh.
Hela arched, crying out.
He moved to her neck again, kissing, sucking, licking—drawing out those sensual, broken moans she'd never made before.
His fingers slid lower, finding her pussy. Soaked. Dripping like a leaking tap, slick and ready.
He rubbed her clit slow at first, then faster. Hela bucked, moaning loud—raw, desperate sounds that filled the room.
"Please, lord husband," she begged, voice cracking. "I want you inside me. Need you."
Erik pecked her lips soft, nodding. He shifted, aligning his cock at her entrance.
She was drenched, folds glistening, but when he pushed just the tip in— Hela tensed, a sharp cry escaping. Pain flashed across her face. Her nails dug hard into his back, scraping skin.
Erik paused, kissing her deep and slow, distracting her with tongue and heat. She melted into it, relaxing bit by bit.
He eased forward—inching in slowly, deeper, until he felt it: the breach, her hymen giving way. He knew without looking—his cock would be streaked with her virgin blood now. All the way in, buried to the hilt, he stilled, letting her adjust around him.
Hela breathed ragged against his mouth, eyes wide, body trembling—but locked tight around him, claiming him back.
He held still inside her, buried deep, feeling her pulse around him—tight, hot, trembling. Hela's breaths came ragged against his lips, her nails still dug into his back, but slowly, slowly, her grip loosened. Her eyes fluttered, searching his, wide with a mix of shock and something softer.
When her body relaxed fully around him, Erik started to move.
Slow. Careful. Shallow thrusts at first, just rocking into her, letting her feel every inch without force. Hela moaned—expecting only pain—but this… this was different. The ache was fading, replaced by a warm, building heat. His cock dragged against her walls, gentle friction sparking pleasure she'd never known.
"Erik…" she whispered, voice trembling. "It… it doesn't hurt as much now."
He smiled against her neck, kissing the spot that made her shiver. "Good girl."
He kept the pace slow and steady, easing her into it. Each thrust a little deeper, a little smoother. Her slickness coated him, the faint trace of blood mixing with her arousal. Hela's moans turned softer, breathier—not pain anymore, but need. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer on instinct.
Soon, the pleasure took over completely.
Hela arched beneath him, gasping as sparks shot through her core. "Oh… oh dear husband… yes…"
Erik felt the shift—her body yielding, craving. He picked up speed, still controlled but deeper now, harder. The bean bag creaked beneath them as he drove into her, claiming her fully.
Hela's head fell back, mouth open in silent cries that turned loud and broken. Pleasure crashed over her in waves—intense, unfamiliar, addictive. She clawed at his back, hips rising to meet him, chasing more.
He fucked her like that for hours.
Slow and deep at first, building her up until she came the first time—shuddering hard around him, crying out his name like a prayer. Then faster, rougher. He flipped her over at some point, taking her from behind, hands gripping her hips as he slammed in, her ass rippling with each thrust. She begged for it—voice hoarse, desperate. "Harder, husband… please… don't stop…"
He didn't.
Against the window next, her palms pressed to the glass, Olympus's ruins below as he pounded into her from behind, one hand in her hair, the other rubbing her clit until she screamed through another orgasm.
Back on the bean bag, her riding him—wild, frantic, breasts bouncing as she took him deep, grinding down like she couldn't get enough.
Hours blurred. Sweat-slick skin, endless moans, her body trembling through climax after climax until she was boneless, fucked utterly silly—mind blank with pleasure, only able to whimper his name.
Erik finally let go deep inside her one last time, groaning as he filled her, collapsing over her back.
They stayed tangled, breathing hard, her body still twitching around him.
Hela turned her head weakly, lips brushing his arm.
"This was amazing, dear Husband-to-be." She muttered, tired. War was now the second-best thing.
"Yeah, and you were amazing as well, you started out all meek and innocent type but at the end you were the wildest experience I've ever had." Erik stated as he grabbed and massaged her fleshy ass.
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