This Chapter has an R-18 scene.
Chapter 133:
– Haru –
The teleportation circle's magic detonated around us like a bomb made of pure spite and desperation. One second we were in Helheim's grey wasteland, the next we were hurtling through a tear in reality itself, and then—
CRACK!
My back slammed into what felt like marble flooring with enough force to leave a Haru-shaped crater. But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was that I'd landed directly on the base of my tails—that hypersensitive spot where fur met spine that Hela had been teasing earlier.
Note to self: Don't get hit here again!
White-hot agony shot through every nerve ending I possessed, and I let out a strangled grunt that was definitely not a whimper.
Before I could even process the pain, two bodies crashed into me from above.
"Oof!"
Frigga landed first, and suddenly my entire world became soft, warm flesh and silk fabric as her magnificent breasts engulfed my face. The impact drove what little air remained from my lungs, and I found myself suffocating in the most pleasant way possible while her generous curves pressed against every inch of my face and neck. I could feel her heartbeat thundering through that impressive cleavage, quick and startled from our rough landing.
Then Hela arrived. The death goddess landed with considerably more grace—if you could call straddling my waist and grinding her toned ass directly onto my cock through my pants "graceful." The additional weight drove another groan from me, muffled by Frigga's chest, and my hands instinctively came up to steady whoever was on top of me.
One hand found Frigga's soft hip. The other landed on Hela's firm thigh.
My brain short-circuited.
"Oh!" Frigga gasped, and I felt her entire body go rigid above me. "Oh my—I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—this is the second time today I've—" She pushed herself up on her hands, finally freeing me from my silken prison, and I gulped in air like a drowning man. Her face hovered inches from mine, flushed such a deep red it made her look gorgeous like that. She was trying to sit up properly, but that just pressed her hips more firmly against my torso.
"I-It's fine," I managed, though my voice came out rougher than intended. "Really. You can land on me anytime you—"
"My, my," Hela's voice cut through my stammering, low and amused. "What an interesting seating arrangement."
She hadn't moved. At all. In fact, she seemed to be deliberately settling more of her weight onto my lap, her thighs bracketing my hips as she found her balance. The borrowed green dress had ridden up during our dimensional crash, leaving her pale legs bare almost to the hip, and she was grinding down just enough that—
Fuck. I was getting hard. There was no hiding it, not with her positioned directly on top of the evidence.
Hela's lips curved into a wicked smile as she felt my body's reaction. She rolled her hips experimentally, just a subtle shift that sent heat shooting through my lower body, and her green eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction. "Is that for me?" she purred, leaning forward until her hands pressed against my chest. The movement made her dress gap open, giving me a perfect view down her neckline. "How flattering. We've known each other for less than an hour and already you're this... eager."
"Hela!" Frigga scolded, finally managing to slide off me to sit beside us on the cracked floor. She was desperately trying to readjust her dress to contain her breasts, but her hands were shaking slightly and her face was still that adorable shade of crimson. "Have some propriety!"
"Oh believe me, I have plenty of propriety after having no contact with another person for over 1000 years," Hela commented.
Frigga's hands were surprisingly strong as she grabbed Hela by the shoulders and physically hauled the death goddess off my lap. The sudden loss of that warm, pressing weight left me feeling oddly bereft—and embarrassingly obvious in my arousal, which I tried to adjust as subtly as possible while getting to my feet.
"You're spoiling my fun," Hela grumbled, shooting Frigga a petulant look that would've been more intimidating if she wasn't also smoothing down her rumpled dress with shaking hands. Her pale cheeks still held the faintest flush, and I caught her stealing glances at the front of my pants with a smirk playing at her lips.
That smirk died the instant she actually looked around.
"Where in the nine hells are we?" she asked, her voice dropping into something between confusion and disgust. Her luminous green eyes swept over the hallway we'd crashed into, taking in the gleaming surfaces, the intricate golden paint crawling up every column, the crystal chandeliers that caught and scattered light in prismatic rainbows.
Frigga tilted her head, studying Hela with an expression I couldn't quite read. "You don't recognize it? We're in Asgard's royal palace. These are the halls leading to the eastern wing."
Hela made a choking sound that might have been laughter if it wasn't so bitter. She spun in a slow circle, her bare feet silent on the polished marble, her face twisting further with each ostentatious detail she noticed. "This... this gaudy piece of shit is supposed to be Asgard?" She gestured wildly at a particularly ornate tapestry depicting Odin in golden thread. "Where are the stone chambers? The iron fixtures? The weapon racks in every corridor? We're supposed to be warrior gods, not—not whatever this jewel-box nonsense is trying to be!"
"It's always looked like this," Frigga said quietly, and something in her tone made both Hela and me turn to look at her. "Ever since I was... abducted to become Odin's queen. This is the only Asgard I've known."
Hela's expression crumbled into something raw and wounded. "This isn't the Asgard I remember," she said, and her voice cracked on the last word. "He changed everything. Even our home!"
The silence that followed was heavy enough to sink through the floor.
"So," I said, deliberately brightening my tone as I picked myself up off the floor properly, rolling my shoulders and letting my tails fan out behind me to work out the kinks. "We made it to Asgard. What now?"
"We should kill Odin," Hela suggested with disturbing casualness, like she was proposing we grab lunch. "Then steal a ship to get back to Midgard. Since you said that old fuck broke the Bifrost trying to murder you two."
Frigga nodded slowly, and there was something unsettling about how readily she agreed to regicide.
I watched the two goddesses plan murder and grand theft auto (Viking Spaceship Edition) with the kind of focus most people reserved for grocery lists.
I wasn't as murder-happy as these two when it came to Odin, even if the bastard deserved it. After what I'd learned about what he'd done to both of them, I'd leave that decision in their capable hands.
The stealing a ship part, though, sounded awesome. The only spaceship I'd ever been on was Shepard's Normandy, and that was a military vessel where I had to behave myself. The idea of joyriding through space in some mystical Asgardian craft made my tails wag despite the situation.
"I like the ship-stealing plan," I said, then paused. "But maybe we should check if there's anyone else we need to grab first? Maybe Sif?" I looked at Frigga.
"Who's Sif?" Hela asked, her green eyes narrowing slightly as she tried to place the unfamiliar name.
Frigga's expression shifted into something complicated—part sympathy, part old anger that had been simmering for centuries. "She's a goddess of war," she said slowly, choosing her words with the careful precision of someone handling broken glass. "Unfortunately, she's been... wronged by Asgard. By my sons as well, I'm ashamed to admit." She paused, her fingers twisting in the silk of her dress. "It's a very long story, but you should know she's been under a similar situation as myself."
That got Hela's attention. "A goddess of war should always be respected," she said, and there was something dangerous lurking beneath the words. Her pale fingers flexed at her sides, and I noticed the temperature in the hallway drop a few degrees. "What do you mean she's been wronged?"
Frigga looked away, staring at one of those gaudy golden tapestries like it personally offended her. Which, considering it depicted Odin in all his false glory, it probably did. "Asgard looks down on women who fight," she said quietly, but there was steel beneath the softness. "They celebrate male warriors as heroes while dismissing female ones as... aberrations. Amusing novelties at best, embarrassments at worst."
"Excuse me?" Hela sputtered, and the indignation in her voice could have peeled the golden paint from the walls. "EXCUSE ME?!" She took a step forward, her bare feet slapping against the marble with more force than necessary. "Asgard wouldn't even EXIST if it wasn't for me!" The words exploded from her like a dam bursting. "I was its top general! I crushed its enemies! I carved out an empire from nothing but blood and ambition and the edge of my blade!" Her hands were shaking now, not with fear but with rage so pure it made the air around her shimmer. "I led armies through the Nine Realms! I brought entire civilizations to their knees! And that sexist piece of shit—" She cut herself off, breathing hard, her chest heaving beneath the borrowed dress. "He was never going to give me the throne, was he? Not because I wasn't worthy. Not because I wasn't strong enough. But because I was his daughter instead of his son."
The pain beneath the anger was so raw it made my chest ache for her once again. Without thinking, one of my tails moved toward her, the soft golden fur brushing against her cheek in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.
Hela went completely still at the touch, but then she leaned into it, just slightly, her eyes fluttering closed as she took a deep breath.
"Thank you," she murmured, so quietly I almost missed it. Her fingers came up to stroke along my tail for just a second before dropping back to her side. Then, louder, with that sharp edge returning to her voice, "Let's go find this goddess of war. Give her the respect she deserves." A smile curved her lips that was all teeth and no warmth. "And then we can kill Odin."
"Agreed," Frigga said simply.
We turned the corner and almost stumbled directly into a squad of ten Asgardian soldiers.
They were decked out in full golden armor that caught the light from those ridiculous chandeliers, spears held at the ready, and every single one of them was staring at us with expressions that ranged from shock to outright hostility.
"Intruders!" the one in front barked, his voice echoing off the polished walls. His eyes locked onto Frigga, and his lip curled in disgust. "And the traitorous Queen Frigga!"
Frigga flinched like she'd been slapped.
"Capture them at once!" the soldier continued. "The All-Father commands it!"
Hela started laughing. It wasn't a nice laugh. It wasn't even particularly sane.
"Intruders," she repeated, still giggling in that deeply unsettling way. "INTRUDERS? IN MY OWN HOME?"
The soldiers charged.
The lieutenant thrust his spear directly at Hela's heart, a perfect form strike that would have skewered any normal opponent. Hela didn't even move her feet. She simply leaned slightly to the side, letting the weapon pass harmlessly through the space where she'd been, then grabbed the shaft with one pale hand.
"I conquered this realm," she said conversationally, and squeezed her hand.
The spear shattered like glass. The lieutenant had exactly enough time to look surprised before Hela drove her hand through his chest plate—through the Asgardian steel—and out his back. Golden blood sprayed across the pristine walls as she lifted him off his feet with one arm.
"I built these halls with blood and bone," she continued, tossing the corpse aside like garbage. A soldier tried to flank her, she caught his sword between two fingers and snapped the blade in half, then grabbed his head and twisted. The crack echoed through the corridor. "I carved our empire from the screaming void."
Three soldiers rushed her at once. Hela's body moved like liquid murder—ducking under one swing, her hand shooting up to catch the attacker's throat. Her fingers squeezed, and his neck simply... ceased to exist, crushed to nothing. She spun, using his body as a club to send the second soldier flying into a pillar with enough force to shatter both the man and the marble. The third managed to nick her arm with his blade before she grabbed his helmet and crushed it—and his skull—like an egg.
"And you DARE," she snarled, manifesting a blade of pure obsidian that materialized in her hand like crystallized death itself, "call ME an intruder?"
Two soldiers tried to retreat. Hela's blade extended impossibly, becoming a whip that wrapped around both their throats and separated their heads from their shoulders in one smooth motion. Another tried to call for reinforcements. She was on him before he could finish the first word, driving her sword through his throat.
The ninth soldier dropped his weapon and fell to his knees. "Please—mercy—I was just following orders—"
"So was I," Hela said softly. "Once."
She placed one finger on his forehead, almost gently, and he crumbled to dust.
The last soldier—barely more than a boy but that probably still meant he was over 100 years old—stood frozen in absolute terror.
Hela stalked toward him with the slow, deliberate grace of a predator who knew her prey had nowhere to run. The soldier's armor rattled as he trembled, the sound obscenely loud in the sudden silence that followed the massacre.
"Where," Hela said, her voice dropping to something soft and infinitely more terrifying than her earlier rage, "is Odin?"
The soldier's mouth opened and closed several times, no sound emerging. His eyes kept darting to the blood pooling around his fallen comrades, the golden ichor still dripping from the walls where Hela had painted her fury across Asgard's pristine halls. "I—I don't—" His voice cracked like a pubescent boy's, which was almost funny considering he was probably older than some countries on Midgard.
Hela's finger touched his chin, tilting his face up to meet her green eyes. The gesture was almost tender if you ignored how her nail drew a thin line of blood across his throat. "Think very carefully about your next words," she purred. "I've already killed nine men today who disappointed me. Would you like to make it an even ten?"
"The All-Father left!" The words exploded from him in a panicked rush. "Three hours ago! He took the Royal Skiff to Nidavellir!"
Nidavellir—the realm of the dwarves. Master craftsmen who'd forged Mjolnir, among other legendary weapons. Interesting that it was an entire planet in this reality.
"Why?" Hela's grip tightened.
"The Bifrost! He needs the dwarves to repair it—the Rainbow Bridge was damaged when—when the Queen and—" His terrified gaze flickered to Frigga and me before snapping back to Hela's face. "When the intruders escaped. He said only the dwarves have the skill to restore it quickly."
Hela's expression darkened further, if that was even possible. "So the coward fled."
"He didn't flee!" The soldier protested weakly, some misguided sense of loyalty overriding his survival instincts. "He went to—"
"And what of Lady Sif?" Frigga interrupted softly from beside me, but there was steel beneath the gentleness. "Where is she?"
The soldier's face went even paler, which was impressive given he already looked like a ghost. His throat worked as he swallowed hard. "I'm not supposed to tell! She's supposed to be interrogated by the king personally when he gets back!"
"You will tell the Queen, or you will die," Hela said, as if the guy had any room to argue…
"The... the dungeons, Your Majesty. The All-Father had her arrested for treason when she couldn't explain how the traiters—how you all got to Asgard. He said she was either complicit or incompetent."
"How long will Odin be gone?" Hela demanded, shaking the soldier slightly.
"Days! Maybe a week! The other guards were complaining about having to miss the harvest festival because of the extended security—"
Hela's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "So Odin has escaped my wrath due to not even being here anymore…"
"Please," the soldier whispered. "I told you everything. I was just following orders. I have a family—"
"So did they," Hela said softly, gesturing at the corpses surrounding us. "So did I, once."
Her hand pressed flat against his chest, right over his heart. The soldier had just enough time for his eyes to widen in realization before his entire body crumbled to ash, armor and all. The grey dust scattered across the bloodstained floor..
Hela stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where he'd been, then raised both hands. All of the bodies sunk into shadows that formed on the floor, before those two faded away.
Damn, I let out a small whistle. Death Goddess's were scary and did not fuck around…
Hela's hands were trembling. It was subtle—she'd clasped them behind her back to hide it—but I could see the minute shivers running through her frame. The rage that had sustained her through the slaughter was fading, leaving behind something hollow and exhausted.
"Well," she said, her voice artificially bright in that way people get when they're trying very hard not to fall apart. "It seems we have plenty of time. The coward won't return for days." She looked between Frigga and me, and there was something almost lost in her expression. "What should we do? Should we just steal a ship and leave now then?"
Frigga moved before I could respond, closing the distance between herself and Hela. She reached up—Hela was taller—and gently cupped the death goddess's face between her hands.
"You look tired, dear," Frigga said softly, and something in Hela's expression cracked. "When was the last time you slept? Really slept, in an actual bed, not just... existing in that horrible place?"
Hela sighed. "I don't remember. I would close my eyes and open them and not know if minutes or months had passed. Sometimes I thought I was sleeping. Sometimes I thought I was awake. After a while, I couldn't tell the difference anymore."
"Then we rest," Frigga declared with the kind of authority that had probably once commanded halls full of warriors, even with her memories suppressed. "We have time. Odin isn't here. Sif can wait another hour or two—she's strong, she'll survive." Her thumbs stroked gently across Hela's cheekbones. "You need to remember what it feels like to be safe. To be warm. To be cared for."
"I don't—" Hela started to protest, but Frigga was already turning to me. "Come," she said and grabbed my hand as well.
Surprisingly, we didn't encounter any more guards as Frigga led us through the palace's labyrinthine corridors. Maybe word hadn't spread yet about the massacre Hela had just performed, or maybe the remaining soldiers had decided discretion was the better part of valor when faced with the Goddess of Death.
Either way, our footsteps echoed undisturbed against marble that grew progressively more ostentatious with each floor we climbed.
Hela's disgust deepened with each gaudy display we passed by, her lips pressed into a thin line of barely contained rage. Frigga, meanwhile, moved through it all with the practiced indifference.
We climbed a final spiral staircase that seemed to go on forever, until finally Frigga pushed open a pair of doors so ridiculously golden they practically hummed with enchantments.
The bedroom beyond was... excessive. That was the only word for it.
The bed alone could have comfortably slept eight people—a massive thing draped in silk sheets that probably cost more than most Midgardian houses. The posts were carved from what looked like actual starlight frozen into pillars, and the canopy overhead depicted moving constellations that shifted slowly across fabric that seemed to be woven from actual night sky.
Everywhere I looked there was gold, crystal, precious gems worked into furniture that belonged in a museum, not a bedroom.
"This is—was—the royal bedchamber," Frigga said quietly, and there was something hollow in her voice. "Odin and I haven't actually shared this room in over a century. He keeps his own chambers in the western tower now." She moved into the room. "I suppose that makes it just mine, though it's never felt that way."
She began weaving spells with her fingers, and I felt the magic settle over the room in layers. I didn't recognize the specific incantations—Asgardian sorcery was different from what I was used to—but I understood the intent. Privacy wards. Sound dampening. Locks that would take significant force to break. She was sealing us in, but more importantly, she was sealing the world out.
When the last spell clicked into place, something in Frigga's posture changed.
"There," she said softly. "We're safe. No one can get in or peep on us…"
And then, without warning or ceremony, she reached for the clasps of her dress.
My brain short-circuited as silk began sliding off her shoulders. "Uh, Frigga, what are you—"
"I'm exhausted," she said simply, continuing to peel the dress away from her body with steady hands despite the blush creeping up her neck. "And I always sleep naked…"
The silk pooled at her feet, and I forgot how to breathe.
Frigga was... she was magnificent. Soft curves—large breasts that had clearly nursed children but remained full and proud, nipples the color of dusty roses already hardening in the cool air. Her waist curved in before flaring out to hips that spoke of fertility and strength, thighs that were soft and slightly plump in a way that made my fingers itch to grab them. And between those thighs, a neat patch of golden curls that I could tell—even from across the room, with my enhanced senses—were already slightly damp with arousal.
She was blushing furiously, her entire body flushed pink, but she didn't try to cover herself.
Instead, she lifted her chin with a defiance that made my chest tight. "I sleep naked," she announced, as if daring us to comment. "I always have, even before... before Odin. It's one of the few things about myself I managed to keep."
She turned and walked toward the bed, and I watched the gentle sway of her ass, the way her flesh moved naturally with each step. This was a woman—a goddess who'd borne children, who'd lived over a thousand years, whose body showed its history in the most beautiful ways.
"Well then," Hela's voice cut through my appreciation, low and amused. "When in Asgard..."
I turned just in time to watch the death goddess grab the hem of her borrowed dress and pull it over her head in one smooth motion.
If Frigga was soft curves and maternal beauty, Hela was carved from marble and moonlight. Her body was lean, almost angular in its perfection—perky breasts topped with pale pink nipples, a stomach that showed the faint lines of muscle definition, legs that went on forever. She was pale as fresh snow except for the faint scars that decorated her skin—old wounds from battles fought before her imprisonment.
She stood there completely naked, completely unashamed, and smirked at my obvious staring. "What's wrong, fox prince?" she purred, sauntering toward the bed with a deliberate sway to her hips that made her perfect ass flex with each step. "See something you like?"
She climbed onto the bed on all fours, giving me a view that nearly made my knees buckle, before sprawling across the silk sheets like she owned them.
Which, technically, she probably had more claim to than anyone else. She propped herself up on one elbow, her free hand patting the space beside her.
"Well?" She tilted her head, dark hair spilling across the pillow. "Are you coming, or are you planning to stand there gaping all night?"
I looked between the two of them. Frigga was already sliding under the sheets on one side of the massive bed, Hela sprawled naked and inviting on the other. My mouth was desert-dry, and my pants were uncomfortably tight. I stood there frozen, these two naked goddesses waiting for me in what was technically Odin's bed, and fuck if that wasn't the best middle finger to that bastard I could imagine.
"This is just... we're just sleeping, right?" I managed to croak out, my voice embarrassingly rough. "Just a nap…?"
My hands moved to my shirt almost on autopilot, fingers working the buttons with less coordination than I'd like to admit.
"Are you shy, Prince Haru?" Hela's voice was pure sin, her green eyes tracking every movement as I shrugged out of my shirt. "After the way your body responded to me earlier?"
I caught Frigga's sharp intake of breath as my chest was revealed. Her blue eyes darkened.
My pants came next, and I had to bite back a groan as the fabric dragged against my painfully hard cock. There was no hiding my arousal. I was completely erect, and both women's gazes immediately locked onto it.
"Oh my," Frigga breathed, her voice higher than usual. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I watched her thighs press together beneath the silk sheets.
Hela was less subtle. She sat up fully, letting the sheet fall away from her pale body, and stared with undisguised want.
I kicked my pants away and approached the bed, hyperaware of how their eyes followed the bob of my cock with each step. My tails swayed behind me, and I noticed Hela's fingers twitch like she wanted to bury them in the fur again.
The silk sheets were cool against my overheated skin as I crawled between them. I'd barely settled in the middle of that ridiculous bed when both women moved simultaneously, pressing their naked bodies against my sides.
"Just sleeping," I muttered, trying to convince myself even as my cock twitched eagerly at the dual sensation of their bodies. "Just a nap. Between two incredibly beautiful naked women who smell amazing and feel even better. This is fine. Everything is fine."
Hela chuckled against my shoulder, the sound vibrating through her chest and into mine. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, Prince."
Frigga's hand came to rest on my stomach, just above where the sheets barely covered my straining erection. Her fingers traced idle patterns through the light trail of hair there, each touch sending sparks straight to my cock. "Sleep well, Haru," she murmured, but the way her pinky finger "accidentally" brushed the head of my cock through the silk said something entirely different.
Somehow, impossibly, I did manage to fall asleep.
(R-18 Start)
….And then I woke to sensation before consciousness fully returned—a tight, wet fleshy warmth swallowing my cock in slow, rhythmic pulls that sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. My eyes fluttered open, heavy and disoriented, my brain struggling to catch up with what my body already knew.
The first thing I saw was Hela.
She was straddling my hips, completely naked in the dim evening light filtering through the windows. Her pale skin gleamed like moonlight, her perky breasts bouncing slightly with each movement as she rode me with single-minded focus.
Her head was tilted back, dark hair cascading down her spine, lips parted around breathless gasps that filled the quiet bedroom. And between her thighs—where I could see everything—my cock disappeared into her pussy over and over again. Her slick arousal coated my length every time she lifted up before sinking back down.
"Fuck," I groaned, my voice rough with sleep and sudden, overwhelming sensation. My hands flew to her hips on instinct, fingers digging into soft flesh as I tried to ground myself. "Hela, what—"
"Shh." The sound came from my right, and I turned my head to find Frigga lying beside us, propped up on one elbow. Her generous breasts swayed slightly as she shifted closer, and her free hand was between her own thighs—fingers buried in her pussy, moving in slow circles that matched Hela's rhythm. Her eyes were dark with lust, pupils blown wide, and her lips were kiss-swollen like she'd been biting them to stay quiet. "You're awake now, Prince Haru? Good."
"How long—" I started to ask, but Hela chose that moment to drop down hard, taking me to the hilt, and the words dissolved into a strangled groan. Her pussy was impossibly tight, gripping my cock, and I could feel how wet she was—slick heat running down my shaft, pooling against my balls.
"Almost twenty minutes," Frigga purred, and there was dark amusement in her voice beneath the breathless arousal. She pulled her fingers free from her own pussy with an obscene wet sound and brought them to my lips. "She's been fucking herself on your cock while you slept. I've been watching. Touching myself. Waiting for you to wake up so we could really enjoy this together."
I opened my mouth automatically, and Frigga slid her fingers inside. The taste of her—sweet and musky and uniquely her—exploded across my tongue, and I groaned around the digits as I sucked them clean. Above me, Hela whimpered at the sound, her movements becoming more erratic.
"That's it," Frigga murmured, pulling her fingers free with a wet pop before leaning down to press her naked body against my chest. Her breasts were soft and warm against my skin, nipples hard points of sensation, and when her lips found mine.
The kiss was sloppy, demanding, her tongue sliding into my mouth with the confidence of a woman who'd been denied pleasure for far too long and was determined to take it now.
Hela's pace quickened above us, her thighs trembling where they bracketed my hips. I could feel her nails digging into my abs, using me for leverage as she bounced faster. "Gods," she gasped, her voice breaking around the word. "Gods, you feel so good. So fucking good. I forgot—I forgot what this felt like—"
I broke the kiss with Frigga to look up at Hela properly, and what I saw made my chest ache even as my cock throbbed inside her. She was crying. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks, but her expression wasn't sad—it was desperate and grateful and overwhelmed all at once.
Her green eyes met mine, and I saw centuries of loneliness there, a thousand years of isolation breaking apart under the weight of finally, finally being touched again.
"Hela," I breathed.
"Your cock feels so good, Haru!" Hela gasped.
"I can't wait for my turn." Frigga said, cuddling closer. Her hand slid down my body as she spoke, past my stomach, past where Hela was still impaled on my cock, until she reached my balls. She cupped them gently, rolling them in her palm, and the dual sensation of Hela's tight pussy and Frigga's skilled fingers made me buck up involuntarily.
Hela cried out at the change of angle, her back arching beautifully as I hit something deep inside her. "There! Right there—oh fuck, Haru, right there—"
I planted my feet on the mattress and thrust up again, meeting her downward movement, and the sound she made was inhuman. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, fluttering and squeezing, and I could feel how close she was—could feel her body coiling tighter and tighter.
"That's it," I growled, my voice dropping into something rough and primal. My hands found her hips again, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and I took control. I pulled her down as I thrust up, setting a brutal pace that had the bed shaking and Hela sobbing with pleasure. "Take it. Take everything you need from me."
"Yes—yes—Haru—" She was incoherent now, words dissolving into gasps and moans as I fucked up into her. Her breasts bounced with every impact and I watched her fall apart above me with something like awe.
Frigga's mouth found my ear, her teeth grazing the sensitive fur as she whispered, "She's beautiful like this, isn't she? So desperate. So needy." Her hand left my balls to slide between Hela's thighs from behind, and I felt her fingers brush against where my cock was stretching Hela's pussy. "Can you feel how wet she is? How much she wants this?"
"Fuck, Frigga—" I choked out, because her fingers were circling Hela's clit now, adding stimulation that made the death goddess keen. I could feel Frigga's soft fingers brushing against my shaft with every thrust, could feel Hela's pussy getting impossibly wetter, impossibly tighter.
"I want to taste," Frigga murmured, and before I could process what she meant, she was sliding down my body. Her breasts dragged across my skin, her lips kissing a trail down my chest and stomach, and then—
"Fuck!" The word exploded from me as Frigga's tongue found where Hela and I were joined. She licked up the length of my cock where it was buried in Hela's pussy, tasting both of us at once, and the sensation was so intense I nearly came right there.
Hela's entire body went rigid above me. "Frigga—what are you—oh gods—" Her words cut off in a strangled moan as Frigga's tongue focused on her clit, licking and sucking while I continued to thrust.
"Don't stop fucking her," Frigga commanded between licks, her voice muffled but firm. "I want to taste you both when she cums."
I obeyed mindlessly, my hips snapping up in a rhythm that was becoming increasingly erratic as my own orgasm built. The sight of Frigga's blonde head between Hela's thighs, the feel of her tongue occasionally catching my cock as I withdrew, the desperate sounds Hela was making—it was too much, it was everything, it was—
"Haru!" Hela screamed my name, her fingernails raking down my chest hard enough to draw blood. "Haru, I'm—I'm going to—"
"Cum for me," I commanded, one hand leaving her hip to tangle in her dark hair, pulling her down into a bruising kiss. "Come on my cock, Hela. Let me feel it."
She shattered. Her pussy clamped down on me with enough force to make me see stars, rhythmic pulses that milked my cock as she came harder than I'd ever felt anyone come before. She screamed into my mouth, her entire body convulsing, and I felt Frigga's tongue working overtime below—prolonging Hela's orgasm, drawing out every last tremor.
The sensation of Hela's pussy squeezing me, combined with Frigga's tongue on my balls, combined with the sheer eroticism of the moment—it was too much. My own orgasm slammed into me like a physical force, and I buried myself as deep as I could go before I came.
I filled her. Hot pulses of cum shooting directly into her womb, over and over until I thought I might pass out from the intensity. Hela sobbed against my mouth, her hips grinding down like she was trying to take me even deeper, trying to keep every drop inside her.
"Yes," Frigga moaned from below, and I felt her tongue lapping at where we were joined—tasting the mix of our releases as it started to leak out around my still-hard cock. "Gods, yes. You're both so beautiful like this."
Hela finally collapsed against my chest, her entire body trembling with aftershocks. I wrapped my arms around her automatically, one hand stroking through her sweat-dampened hair while the other rubbed soothing circles on her back. She was crying again—quiet, exhausted tears that soaked into my skin.
"I've got you," I murmured into her hair, pressing kisses to her temple. "You're safe. I've got you."
Frigga crawled back up the bed, her lips and chin glistening with our combined fluids, and she didn't even wipe it away before turning Hela's head and kissing her deeply. Hela's eyes went wide for just a moment before she moaned into the kiss with Frigga. Their lips and tongues started mashing and rubbing against each other over and over.
I watched the two gorgeous goddess sloppily making out on top of me and it was impossible to go soft at this moment.
I flipped us over.
One moment I was on my back between them, the next I'd rolled with enough force to reverse our positions entirely. Both goddesses yelped in surprise as they found themselves side by side on the silk sheets, thighs touching, with me hovering above them both. My arms bracketed their bodies, tails fanned out behind me for balance, and I couldn't help the predatory grin that spread across my face at the sight beneath me.
Hela and Frigga stared up at me with matching expressions of lust-drunk want.
Frigga's blonde hair was a tangled mess across the pillows, her generous breasts heaving with each breath, nipples already hard and flushed dark pink. Her thighs were pressed together and I could see the glistening evidence of how wet she was even from this angle.
Hela's dark hair formed a stark contrast against the white silk, her smaller but perfectly perky breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her pale skin was flushed everywhere now—chest, throat, face—and her green eyes tracked my every movement with the focused intensity of a predator watching prey.
Or maybe it was the other way around. She'd already had me once. Now she was waiting to see what I'd do to Frigga.
"You both look so fucking beautiful like this," I murmured, my voice coming out rougher than intended. My cock was still hard—impossibly hard—pressed against Frigga's soft stomach and leaving a trail of precum on her skin.
I leaned down toward Frigga first, my mouth finding her right nipple while my hand moved to cup Hela's smaller breast. Frigga's nipple was thick and responsive in my mouth, the kind that had clearly fed children and knew what it was to be suckled. Hela's breast fit perfectly in my palm, her nipple a hard little point against my palm as I kneaded the soft flesh.
"Haru—" Frigga gasped my name, her back arching to push more of her breast into my mouth. I obliged, sucking harder, my tongue flicking against the sensitive bud while my teeth grazed just shy of painful. Her hands flew to my hair, tangling in the strands, and I felt her hips buck up involuntarily.
Beside her, Hela's breath hitched as I rolled her nipple between my fingers—gentle at first, then with increasing pressure until she whimpered. "Don't neglect her," Hela managed, her voice breathy but commanding. "Frigga needs this. Needs you. You can fuck me again afterwards…"
I released Frigga's nipple with a wet pop, immediately moving to the left one while my hand left Hela's breast to fondle Frigga's other. The flesh was so soft, so full, and the way she responded to every touch—gasping, arching, her thighs falling open without conscious thought—made something primal stir in my chest.
I gave her nipple one last hard suck that had her moaning madly, the sound echoing off the golden walls, before I pulled back to look at her properly.
Frigga was wrecked. Her lips were parted around ragged breaths, her eyes glassy with need, and when our gazes met I saw something that made my heart clench even as my cock throbbed with want.
Desperation. Not just physical—though gods knew she was wet enough that I could smell her arousal—but emotional. The desperate need to be seen, to be wanted, to be touched by someone who actually desired her rather than owned her.
"I haven't been bedded in over a hundred years, Haru." The words spilled from her lips in a rush, raw and pleading and vulnerable in a way that made me want to both protect her and utterly ruin her. "Please. I need—I need to feel this. I need to feel you."
Fuck.
The confession sent a bolt of arousal straight through me so intense I actually growled. My hands moved to her thighs—plumper than Hela's, softer, the kind of thighs that spoke of a body that had lived and loved and borne life. I pushed them apart slowly, reverently, watching as more of her glistening pink pussy was revealed to my hungry gaze.
She was wet. So fucking wet that her inner thighs were slick with it, that the neat patch of golden curls was matted with arousal. Her pussy itself was beautiful, flushed and swollen, inner lips peeking out, and as I stared I watched her clench around nothing, desperate for something to fill her.
"A century," I repeated, my voice dropping into something dark and possessive. My fingers traced up her inner thigh, deliberately avoiding where she needed me most. "A hundred years without anyone touching you like this? Without anyone making you feel good?"
"Yes—" She bit her lip, her hips lifting in a silent plea. "Odin stopped—he stopped wanting me so long ago. And I couldn't—I didn't even want—" Her voice broke. "I didn't remember that I should want it. That I could want it. Until today. Until you."
Beside us, Hela rolled onto her side to get a better view. Her hand was already between her own thighs, fingers working slowly through the mess I'd left inside her. "The second goddess pussy you'll be fucking today," she purred, her green eyes fixed on where my cock was positioned at Frigga's entrance. "Look at you, Prince Haru. Collecting divine cunt like treasure."
I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face. "I'm a very lucky man."
"Luck has nothing to do with it," Hela countered, and there was genuine warmth beneath the lust in her voice. "You saved us. Freed us." Her fingers circled her own clit as she spoke, her breathing picking up. "Now fuck her. Fuck my mother-in-law until she can't remember anything about Odin ever again. Make her forget that bastard's touch entirely!"
The command in her voice—the explicit permission, the encouragement—made something hot and dark coil in my gut. I positioned myself properly, the head of my cock pressing against Frigga's entrance, and I felt her entire body tense in anticipation.
"Look at me," I commanded softly.
Frigga's eyes snapped to mine, her face was so fucking beautiful.
"I'm going to make you feel so good," I promised, one hand stroking along her thigh while the other guided my cock. And then I pushed inside.
The sensation of her pussy stretching around me was indescribable. She was tight—so tight despite her obvious arousal, like her body had forgotten how to accommodate someone after so long. But she was also so wet that I slid in smoothly, inch by inch, and I watched her face transform as I filled her.
Her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her eyes rolled back. Her hands scrabbled at the sheets, looking for purchase, and her entire body arched like a bow.
"Oh—oh gods—Haru—" The words were barely coherent, broken by gasps as I continued to push deeper. "You're so—so big—I can't—"
"You can," I growled, leaning down to kiss her throat, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. "You can take all of me, Frigga."
I bottomed out inside her, my hips flush against hers, and we both moaned at the sensation. She felt incredible—hot and slick and gripping me like she never wanted to let go. I could feel every flutter of her inner walls, every clench as her body adjusted to my size.
"Move," Hela commanded from beside us, her voice rough with her own arousal. I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers fucking herself, could see out of the corner of my eye how her hips were rocking into her own touch. "Don't make her wait, Haru. She's waited long enough."
She was right.
I pulled back slowly—savoring the drag of Frigga's pussy along my shaft, the way her inner walls clung to me—until just the tip remained inside. Then I thrust back in, hard and deep, and Frigga's resulting cry was the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard.
"Yes!" She sobbed, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, heels digging into my ass to pull me deeper. "Again—please—Haru—"
I established a rhythm—deep, powerful strokes that had the massive bed shaking with each impact. My hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as I fucked into her with increasing intensity. The sounds filling the bedroom were obscene—the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of my cock driving into her soaking pussy, Frigga's breathless moans and Hela's encouraging commentary.
"That's it," Hela purred, her fingers never stopping their movement between her own thighs. "Look at how well she takes you. A century of nothing and now she's being split open on a Demon Lord's cock. Isn't she beautiful like this?"
"Gorgeous," I managed, my voice strained with the effort of holding back my own orgasm. I wanted this to last. Wanted to give Frigga everything she'd been denied. "Frigga, you're so fucking gorgeous. The way you feel around me—"
"Don't stop," she begged, and tears were streaming down her face now—not from pain but from overwhelming sensation, from finally, finally being touched the way she needed. "Please don't stop—"
I adjusted my angle, lifting her hips slightly, and on the next thrust I hit something inside her that made her entire body seize. Her scream was primal, echoing off the walls, and her pussy clamped down on me so hard I saw stars.
"There," I growled, hitting that spot again and again. "That's it, beautiful. Let me feel you fall apart."
My thumb found her clit—swollen and sensitive—and I circled it in time with my thrusts. The dual stimulation was too much. Frigga's hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in hard. Her legs were trembling on both sides of my body as I kept thrusting.
"Haru—Haru I'm going to—I can't hold—"
"Cum for me, Frigga. Cum on my cock like you were meant to." I leaned down to kiss her soft plump lips again.
She shattered. Her orgasm tore through her with the force of a century's worth of denied pleasure finally breaking free. Her pussy convulsed around me in rhythmic pulses, each one stronger than the last, and I felt her arousal gush out around my cock—coating my balls, soaking the sheets beneath us. She screamed into my mouth, her entire body shaking, and I swallowed every sound as I continued to fuck her through it.
Beside us, Hela cried out as well—her own orgasm triggered by watching Frigga's release. I caught a glimpse of her arching off the bed, three fingers buried deep inside herself, her pale skin flushed and glistening with sweat.
The sight of both goddesses cumming—the sounds, the scents, the sheer eroticism of it—pushed me over the edge.
"Frigga—" I broke the kiss to groan her name, my hips stuttering as my own orgasm built to an impossible peak. "I'm going to—fuck—I'm going to cum inside you—"
"Yes!" She tightened her legs around me, holding me deep. "Fill me—please—I want to feel it—want all of you—"
My orgasm slammed into me with devastating force. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came harder than before, harder even than with Hela. Thick ropes of cum flooded Frigga's pussy, painting her inner walls white, and I couldn't stop, couldn't do anything but grind against her and empty everything I had directly into her womb.
Frigga sobbed beneath me, her own orgasm extending as she felt me filling her. "Yes—yes—so much—Haru—"
When I finally stopped cumming, I was shaking. My arms trembled where they held my weight above her, and my cock was still twitching inside her oversensitive pussy. Frigga's legs had gone limp around me, fallen open in exhausted satisfaction, and when I looked down at her face I saw tears streaming freely.
But she was smiling. Radiant and wrecked and more beautiful than any goddess had a right to be.
"Thank you," she whispered, reaching up to cup my face with trembling hands. "Thank you for—for giving me this. For making me feel—" Her voice broke. "For making me feel alive again."
I leaned down and kissed her gently, tenderly, pouring everything I couldn't articulate into the gesture. When I finally pulled back, Hela was there—pressing against my side, her lips finding mine in a kiss that tasted like her own arousal and satisfaction.
"Well done, Prince Haru," she murmured against my mouth. "I think you succeeded. I don't think she's capable of remembering anything about Odin right now."
Frigga laughed—breathless and a little hysterical. "What's an Odin?" she managed, and the joke was so ridiculous that all three of us dissolved into exhausted laughter.
I carefully pulled out of Frigga, watching as our combined fluids immediately began leaking from her well-used pussy. The sight was mesmerizing, possessive and deeply satisfying…
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…The morning sunlight streaming through the palace kitchens' ridiculous stained-glass windows painted everything in shades of gold and amber, which felt appropriately symbolic considering I'd spent most of the night absolutely destroying two goddesses in what used to be Odin's marriage bed.
I couldn't stop the satisfied grin spreading across my face as I flipped another batch of eggs in the oversized skillet. My body ached in that pleasant, well-used way that came from hours of vigorous activity—every muscle pleasantly sore, a few scratches decorating my shoulders where Hela's nails had dug in during her third orgasm, and a bite mark on my collarbone that Frigga had left sometime around dawn when I'd made her cum so hard she'd actually screamed loud enough to crack one of those pretentious golden mirrors.
Worth it. Absolutely fucking worth it.
I was wearing nothing but a pair of loose linen pants I'd found in one of the palace wardrobes—simple black things that I'd had to cut a tail-hole in the back because apparently Asgardian fashion designers didn't account for ten-tailed fox demons. My tails swayed contentedly behind me as I worked, occasionally flicking to stir a pot or grab a spice jar without me having to turn around.
Yeah, I was feeling myself this morning.
The eggs in the pan weren't quite like chicken eggs—they were larger, with shells that had an iridescent sheen, and the yolks were a deeper gold than I was used to. Some kind of Asgardian bird, probably.
Didn't matter though. Eggs were eggs, and they always cooked the same way. Well, they usually cooked the same way. For normal people.
For me, though, as the Demon Lord of the Kitchen with my Ultimate Skill humming quietly in the back of my mind, it was impossible to fuck up food. The eggs were already coming out perfectly—edges crispy and golden while the yolks remained gloriously runny, seasoned flawlessly with herbs I'd found in the pantry that tasted like a cross between basil and something sweeter.
The kitchen itself was absurdly over-equipped. Apparently when you were an immortal god-king, you needed 98 different types of pots and at least fourteen ovens enchanted to maintain perfect temperatures. I'd found aged meats in an ice-spelled cold room, fresh bread that somehow stayed warm in a stasis cupboard, and enough exotic ingredients to keep me entertained for weeks.
If we weren't leaving in a few hours, I might have actually been tempted to stay and raid this place properly.
Just kidding—I was absolutely going to steal all these ingredients. Waste not, want not and all that.
My ears twitched at a soft groan from somewhere near my feet, and I glanced down at the scattered bodies of kitchen staff currently taking involuntary naps across the pristine marble floor.
There were five of them in total. The first had been a portly middle-aged man in a chef's hat who'd taken one look at me and immediately started sputtering about "intruders" and "security breaches." The second and third had been his assistants—younger guys who'd grabbed ladles like weapons and demanded I leave before they "called the guards."
I'd knocked them all out with casual applications of my tails before they could finish their threats. Nothing permanent, just enough blunt force trauma to send them to dreamland for a few hours. They'd wake up with headaches and hazy memories, probably convinced they'd slipped on something.
The fourth body belonged to an older woman who'd walked in mid-rant, seen her collapsed colleagues, looked at my shirtless, tail-swaying form standing over her unconscious coworkers, and promptly tried to blast me with some kind of fire spell.
That one I'd actually had to dodge before knocking her out. Points for initiative, at least.
The fifth guy—currently groaning as he started to regain consciousness—had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Poor bastard had wandered in looking for his morning coffee and gotten a tail to the temple for his trouble.
"Sorry buddy," I muttered, glancing at him as I plated the eggs with practiced efficiency. "Wrong kitchen, wrong morning." And then my tail lashed out again and smacked him back into sleep-land.
I hummed under my breath as I worked, some song Naruko had been humming in the restaurant a few weeks back that had gotten stuck in my head. My hands moved on autopilot—plating food, drizzling sauces, arranging garnishes with the kind of casual precision that came from years of professional cooking.
Four plates total. One for Frigga—extra portions because the woman had burned through a lot of calories last night and I wanted to make sure she ate well. One for Hela, balanced and hearty because she'd been subsisting on nothing but despair and hallucinations for a millennium. One for Sif, who we'd be rescuing from the dungeons shortly and who probably hadn't eaten anything decent in however long she'd been imprisoned.
And one for me, because I was fucking starving.
My stomach growled on cue, and I chuckled. Yeah, spending most of the night engaged in extremely vigorous activities tended to work up an appetite. I'd lost count of how many times I'd made both goddesses cum—at least six or seven rounds each, probably more. There'd been a point around three in the morning (Or however time worked in Asgard?) where they'd both been too exhausted to move and then Frigga had cast a minor healing spell just so we could go again…
Yeah, she was one needy Milf…
I grabbed a piece of bacon from one of the finished plates and popped it in my mouth, savoring the perfect crisp-to-meat ratio. Damn, I was good.
"Alright," I said to the unconscious kitchen staff scattered around me. "Good work everyone!"
I gathered all four plates with practiced ease—two balanced on my left arm, one in my right hand, one floating on a platform of blue flames about chest-height because I could do shit like that now. My tails grabbed a few extra items—a jug of some kind of fruit juice that smelled amazing, a small basket of those perpetually-warm rolls, and silverware because I wasn't an animal.
Just before I left, I paused and looked back at the groaning staff member who was starting to sit up.
"Hey," I called out, and he froze mid-movement, his bleary eyes focusing on me with obvious fear. "Do yourself a favor and take the rest of the morning off. Tell anyone who asks that the kitchen had a… gas leak. Or whatever the Asgardian equivalent is. Magic leak? Just make something up."
He nodded frantically, and I was pretty sure he'd either follow that advice or immediately run to tell the guards about the shirtless fox demon who'd knocked out the entire kitchen staff.
Either way, we'd be gone before it mattered.
I whistled as I made my way through the palace corridors, completely unbothered by the handful of servants and guards who stumbled across me and immediately did double-takes. Most of them were smart enough to step aside and let me pass without comment—apparently walking around shirtless while balancing multiple plates and radiating "just had an amazing night" energy was intimidating enough to discourage questions.
One guard opened his mouth like he was going to say something, caught sight of my tails, went pale, and quickly decided he had somewhere else to be.
Smart man.
The walk back to the royal bedchamber gave me time to think about what came next. We'd grab Sif from the dungeons. Then we'd steal one of those fancy Asgardian ships Hela had mentioned and fly it back to Earth. I wondered how long the flight would be?
I shouldered open the door to the royal bedchamber, careful not to spill anything, and was immediately greeted by the sight of Frigga and Hela still tangled together in the massive bed, both gloriously naked and fast asleep.
They'd shifted at some point after I'd left. Frigga was now the big spoon, her generous curves pressed against Hela's leaner body, one arm draped possessively over the death goddess's waist. Hela's dark hair was tangled with Frigga's golden blonde, and both of them had expressions of deep, genuine peace that made something warm and protective curl in my chest.
I set the plates down on a nearby table as quietly as possible, then just… stood there for a moment, looking at them.
Two goddesses who'd been tortured by the same bastard in different ways. Both of them had found each other—found me—and now they were sleeping peacefully in the bed of the man who'd tried to destroy them.
Yeah. Fuck Odin. This was the best revenge possible.
I was just debating whether to wake them or let them sleep a bit longer when Hela's eyes cracked open. Those luminous green irises focused on me immediately, and a slow, satisfied smile spread across her pale face.
"Good morning, Prince Haru," she purred, her voice still rough with sleep. "Please tell me you made breakfast and that I'm not hallucinating the smell of bacon…"
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