Odin pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. "It is not wedlock, old friend. Were it so trivial, I would rejoice. My daughter, Hela—aye, I was forced to bind her, for she grew wild with hunger for shadow, for slaughter. She thirsted for death and dominion. I ask this of you now: take her into your charge. Lead her to the right path. Madness is her burden—but I sense it in you too. Yet, you bear it with discipline. Teach her. Show her how to master the storm within."
Is he praising me or shaming me? He's calling me mad? Well, I am but… How dare he call me that!?
"It weighs heavy upon my soul, the harm I've brought upon her. She is, above all, my daughter—and no prison shall mark the last lines of her tale. Marshall, Asgard shall owe you a debt beyond gold… and aye, the mead flows without end—"
"Deal!"
As soon as the infinite mead came up, Marshall stretched his hand towards the old god.
Odin blinked dumbly for a moment, unaware if Marshall understood the gravity. But who was he to refuse a drunk man from making a deal? He shook Marshall's hand and laughed.
"I knew I could count on you, my old friend."
Marshall shrugged and continued drinking. In truth, he did remember Hela's name, but nothing else. So, he reckoned that since he was already physically as strong as Odin, there wasn't much Hela could do.
He was wrong. Absolutely wrong.
Different gods had different divinities. And he had no protection against those divinities. But was he still killable? Marshall had no clue, and he wanted to find out too.
But for now, he was interested in what that blonde goddess had promised into his ear previously. He was still hard because of that promise. Who wouldn't be at the prospect of having some fun with a goddess taller than himself?
"But eating comes first!"
No matter what, nobody could stop him from enjoying the feast first. He drank, he ate, he did some arm wrestling with Asgardian men. Even with Odin, he arm wrestled, and no surprise, it was a stalemate.
Late at night, he was finally shown his lavish room, and he retired for some rest. The visit to meet Hela was scheduled for the next day.
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Marshall reckoned Odin intentionally let him taste the wine before giving him the proposal. He didn't hate it, honestly. And really, he didn't give a damn about Hela. Sure, he'd babysit her if Odin wanted. But when it came to fixing her, that was beyond his control.
"Who cares, as long as I get to drink that sweet, sweet mead. Damn, since Marty liked it too, hah! I'll empty Asgard out." Marshall chortled and walked around in his lavish room. There was so much gold everywhere, and then there were chairs, tables, couches, velvet bed, and curtains. He could look at the entire Asgard from the balcony.
Yawning, he discarded his fur cloak, his vest, and then also his trousers, getting butt naked, the best way to go to sleep. It was a habit at that point since there wasn't anybody to judge him on Earth for so long.
Marty's probably sleeping already.
No matter how much he cursed and bantered with his T-Rex, Marty was often the first name on his lips in the morning and the last one before sleeping. Deep down, he was indeed insecure since he was immortal and unkillable, but Marty wasn't. Other than his seemingly infinite lifespan, Marty was just an average T-Rex.
"Man, I'll go to sleep if she delays it more." Marshall annoyedly sat down on a luxurious, golden chair, facing the double doors of his room. Amora had told him she'd come over to discuss some matters. He was waiting for that.
He was excited, actually. The woman was taller than him, probably six-two or six-three, while he was just six. She had curves to die for, breasts large enough to sink his claws into and still have enough to vanish his face between them. Her blonde hair and green eyes were a plus.
Knock! Knock!
"There she is! Come on in!" He nonchalantly shouted.
Without a creak, the golden doors swung open. It was who he expected, Amora, also known as the Enchantress by the men of Asgard. He didn't care, she was hot and had the perfect curves he wanted to taste. Besides, he wanted to experience an Asgardian cunt for once.
"My, my, you seem rather impatient, guest of Asgard?" Amora didn't seem phased by the nudity on display before her. She continued to walk into the room, doors closing behind her with a sway of her hand. In her green clothes that left most of her long, meaty legs nude, she approached Marshall.
"Couldn't help it when a goddess tempted me," Marshall replied nonchalantly, looking. She had such toned legs, despite her thighs being pretty smooth and thick, and her ass, it was such a beautiful round curve behind her. Her hourglass form was seductive like nothing else.
And as she stood right before his sitting form, her towering body made him feel a twitch in his hands. Her large, busty mounds were struggling to be contained in that shoulderless top she was wearing. And her long, blonde hair was like a river of gold.
Amora hummed, smiling at him. "Mmm… Can't say I don't like what I see. You're quite endowed."
"Likewise," he replied.
With a smirk, Amora turned on her heel with a twirl that made her hips roll in slow, hypnotic waves. Her long, golden hair spilled over her back in waves, the ends brushing that impossible ass; That perfect, heart-shaped ass that jiggled with every subtle movement. The green, form-fitting outfit clung to every inch of her like a second skin, caressing the swell of her hips and lifting her ass just enough to make him groan under his breath.
Then Amora paused. With her back still turned, she stood just out of reach. Then, without a word, she bent forward. Her body folded forward in a single, elegant motion like her spine was liquid gold. Her legs remained straight, heels planted, and her hands reached slowly for her boots.
But Marshall wasn't looking at her boots. No one would be.
His eyes locked on that ass. The green cloth stretched so tightly across her flesh it might as well have been paint, outlining every lush contour, clinging to the swell of her cheeks and sliding deep into the crease like it wanted to disappear inside her.
"Like what you see?" She asked back, looking behind with just her head tilted backward.
Marshall's hands were on their way already, and without warning, clawed her fantastic, thick asscheeks. "Umm… enough to devour you, woman!"
Amora giggled and while still leaning, weaved her magic. Her clothes shimmered out of existence, revealing flawless, pale curves bathed in candlelight. "Have a taste then."
She stayed bent, presented like an offering to a savage god, her cunt glistening between parted cheeks. Wet, pink, and shamelessly dripping.
He spread her cheeks wide, and the scent hit him; sweet, heady, soaked in desire. Her pussy was glistening, slick and sticky. He dove in without hesitation, tongue dragging over her pink folds, nose buried in the base of her ass, tongue flattening and curling along her slit.
"Umm.." Amora moaned, pleased.
Right then, her hand reached down between her legs, stretched towards him as her fingers wrapped around his cock with elegant ease. Even upside down, she felt his shaft instantly. Her grip smooth, her strokes slow and teasing, maddening. She teased the tip, thumb sliding over the tiny slit to smear his precum.
Marshall groaned into her pussy, tongue plunging deep while his hips bucked into her touch. His cock twitched as her soft, silky fingers toyed with him like a seasoned temptress.
She knew exactly where to touch. Every stroke was calculated, hitting every weak spot on his thick shaft like she'd studied the male body for years.
Then she moved.
Without warning, she threw her weight back and sank down onto his lap in a devastating drop. His cock vanished into her with a wet, lewd squelch. Her pussy spread wide to swallow him whole in one brutal thrust.
"Mmmmm… Charmingly… fitting… I must agree~" Amora moaned softly, settling deep with a shake of her plump, pale asscheeks.
Marshall was on cloud nine. His brain hazed. Her pussy clutched him tight, pulsing around him like it had a heartbeat of its own. But it wasn't just her body. Something was inside him. A haze, a drug, a spell. Her scent, her grip, her voice. It all melted his thoughts into a singular, hungry need. More!
"A Goddess… you are!" Marshall watched as her ass thrashed on his lap, bouncing with each rise and plunge. Her asscheeks rippled in shakes, and he just clawed them, like worshiping her rear. He was totally lost with no other thought in his head but the woman, her cunt, and his desire to forever be inside her.
Amora wiggled her ass left and right as her hips pumped the full length of his cock. She fucked him like she was claiming a throne; hips rising and slamming down, making her cheeks clap against his lap. She was tall, and heavy, she pistoned his iron-hard shaft as her plump, perfect lips whispered moans, chanting like a seductive spell enveloping his mind.
"Yes… come for me. Come for your mistress…" Her voice coiled into his ear like honey and hypnosis.
"Gmmh…" Marshall groaned aloud. Her pussy milked him like it was alive, squeezing, stroking, fluttering with every wet plunge. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. The scent of her arousal was thick and intoxicating. He gripped her waist, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.
He couldn't help letting his hands glide over her curves, then higher, cupping her tits as they bounced wildly, soft flesh slapping into his palms. He squeezed them hard, groaning as they molded to his fingers.
"Yesss... Come inside your beloved mistress… Such a good boy. My perfect little pet…" Amora purred, her hips crashing down with delicious slaps, her cheeks smacking his thighs and his crotch like drums of surrender.
"Uuuhhh—fuck! Yesssss—!" Marshall writhed under her, on the verge of eruption.
But then, just as the dam was about to burst, Amora stopped. She slowly rose off his cock, a thick strand of nectar clinging between them before it snapped wetly. Her pussy twitched, glistening, dripping from the brutal ride she'd just taken. She turned and looked down at his throbbing cock, twitching with need, standing proud and wet.
"Mmm… here I thought you were someone special for Odin to receive you. Umm… turns out, you're just another dog in heat… now, let your mistress show you real heaven." She cooed, dripping with mockery.
She straddled him again, this time face-to-face on the chair. Her thighs spread wide, her dripping cunt hovered over him. Then she sank down, inch by inch, groaning softly as his cock filled her all over again with an agonizing, delicious squelch.
He could feel it all, every tight squeeze of her velvety walls, the wet slide of her pussy lips parting to take him in again, the obscene wet petals of her entrance swallowing him back into her depth.
"Mmmhnn…" she moaned sweetly, pulling his head into her bosom. Her deep, pillowy cleavage surrounded his face, cradling him in soft warmth and dizzying scent. Her arms wrapped around him like vines.
"Yessss… feel your mistress…Warm… so soft… so tight, isn't she? Mmmm… go on, claw my rear… I know you want it, my pet…" Amora whispered, her voice dripping with smug heat.
"Ghkk.. fuck…" Marshall growled low, words slurring. Out of his mind and into breathless hunger.
His arms locked tight around her waist as his face plunged between her pillowy swells, suckling greedily at her luscious, bouncing tits. His hands clawed her ass again, fingers sinking into the plush cheeks like they belonged there, dragging her down harder onto his thick cock.
"Nice… warm… meal…" he mumbled into her chest, tongue lapping and teeth nibbling.
Amora giggled darkly, stroking his head like a spoiled queen cradling her favorite pet. "Mmmm… That's it, my sweet little beast… slow now. You're mine. All mine. You'll be fed like this often, don't worry…"
Marshall was drowning in her. Her scent. Her voice. Her cunt, clutching his cock like a velvet grip. There was no world outside her body, just the pure pleasure of her heavenly stretch.
But then she leaned back, her green eyes glinting with hunger—this time for something more. Amora did something foolish then. "Hmm… let's have a taste of your life-force, shall we?"
Her fingers pinched his chin gently, lifting his dazed face. She kissed him. Deep. Lingering. Her tongue slid between his lips, licking at his spit like it was pure honey, savoring his flavor. Her magic siphoned from his soul with every sinful swirl of her tongue.
He twitched, but couldn't move.
With a flick of her magic, his muscles locked. His body froze mid-groan, mouth parted, drool threatening to fall from his lip. His cock still stood inside her like a totem, pulsing, throbbing, helpless.
"Mmmm…" she moaned into his mouth, grinding down. "So sweet. So… mine."
Her ass slammed down over and over, using his body like a fucktoy. The chair beneath them creaked and rocked under her brutal, greedy rhythm. His shaft was trapped inside her slick cunt, and she milked it recklessly like she owned him.
Marshall's jaw clenched. His breath hitched through gritted teeth. He wanted to grab her, slam her down, fuck her raw, but he could do nothing but feel.
And she made him feel everything.
The way her cunt gripped him; hot, wet, tight beyond belief. The way she clenched and rippled around his cock with every moan she let out. She was soaked now, her juices running down his shaft in warm rolls, pooling on his thighs as she rode him mercilessly.
"You're a fantastic new pet," she purred, looking into his paralyzed face. His eyes were wide, expression frozen. "I'll have you forever…"
Her pussy clenched tight around his stiff cock, riding him hard, her body shaking with each plunge. She leaned forward and moaned into his mouth again, licking inside it like she was devouring his soul.
And then it happened.
"Oohhhh…" With a long, drawn-out moan, Amora threw her head back, body trembling as she slammed herself down one final time and held herself there. Her cunt spasmed wildly, milking his cock in frantic ripples. Her climax gushed, flooding his lap as her legs shook around him.
Her fingers danced along his muscular shoulders, trailing sparks of magic with each brush. In her frenzy, drunk on lust and power, Amora's magic slipped. A dangerous, careless spark of Transmutation leaked from her fingers as her mind whispered, wanting him to stay like this forever… like a statue… and her magic did just that.
"Ummh.. W–what? No! W-What have I done?!" Amora instantly woke up from her climax-induced daze, realizing what just happened.
Slap!
"Wake up!" She slapped him hard on the face, but it was stone hard like a statue.
Her magic flickered wildly as panic struck. She tried undoing it; her fingers glowing, casting frantically, but nothing moved. Nothing changed.
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