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W-What the fuck? Why am I turning into a fucking sissy! Pet? Did this bitch call me a fucking pet?
Marshall was wide awake inside his head. He watched Amora ride him, kiss him, and take pleasure while rambling nonsense. Then he felt her squeeze out some energy from him. And then, he felt that brief darkness that came every time he died. He didn't even realize what happened but...
"No, no, no! Just when you were falling in love with me!" Amora panicked on his lap, trying to fix him.
PA!
"AAAAAH!"
All of a sudden, Marshall's body surged back to life. Fury in his glare, cock still buried inside her soaking cunt. His eyes burned red as both his hands slapped her asscheeks, then sank in deep, fingers clawing into her flesh like she was his prey.
"You fucking Asgardian witch! Love? Me? In your fucking dreams! You tried your mind games on me?"
He slammed her down, grinding her sore, dripping pussy down onto his cock with a feral snarl on his face, fucking her like a beast unchained. His strength snapped through the room with every animalistic bounce of her body on his lap.
Plap! Plap!
He controlled her weight with ease. Her ass smacked down, cheeks rippling as his cock drilled deeper, meatier, stretching her walls like he was trying to ruin her from the inside.
"Ah! Ahh—ahhh! N-N-ooooh!" Amora cried out, voice shaking with each brutal thrust. She grabbed his face and kissed him, trying to regain control with magic, but it slipped through her fingers like her own slick dripping down his cock.
She felt his cock swell inside her. Thick, veiny, merciless; like it was punishing her from within, pounding her walls raw with every twitch. Her legs trembled violently, on the verge of collapse. It was too much, a vicious surge of ecstasy tearing through her body like she was being ravaged from the inside, every nerve lit up in helpless, blistering bliss. Pure, savage pleasure; unyielding, inescapable, and cruel in how good it felt.
"T-Toooh rough… ah…!" She tried to resist losing herself to pure pleasure, but his throbbing cock was too much.
"You're a slave to your own body!"
Marshall suddenly stood up with her, cock-stuffed and limp in his arms. Like she weighed nothing, he carried her across the room and dropped her onto the plush bed, his cock slipped free with a wet, obscene sound.
The moment her back hit the bed, something changed. Her cunt, glistening, begging—clenched around nothing like it regretted letting go. The sudden emptiness made her ache, made her whimper—made her need. That savage hunger overwhelmed everything else. She didn't care about control anymore. She just wanted to be filled.
Amora mewled like an animal in heat, whimpers of unbearable need. Her hips twitched, cunt clenching in greedy spasms as if trying to suck him back in. She didn't want mercy, she wanted punishment. She wanted to be used, ruined, fucked until her mind shattered and her body forgot anything but the stretch of him inside her.
Marshall wasted no time. He dropped on top of her and slammed back into her, grunting, sweaty, barbaric. His hips drilled between her thighs with loud, squelching sounds as her juices flooded over his unrelenting cock. He clawed her tits, mashed them, suckled one until she writhed beneath him, and then smacked her cheek lightly.
"Wake up! Stay awake. You wanted this, didn't you?"
"MMmmmmm… Fuck… yesss… fuck me—me… yes… Harder…" Amora mumbled, lips slack, brain drenched in pure orgasmic delirium. Her body shook under him, cunt fluttering around his cock like it was trying to milk him dry. Her golden hair clung to her sweaty face, and drool slicked the corner of her lips.
Marshall grunted deep in his throat, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked her face up.
Her eyes fluttered open, barely.
He slammed his mouth onto hers, his tongue shoved inside as his spit coated her chin, and then he licked up her cheek, snarling in her face like a beast rutting his mate.
"Harder? You want harder? Huh? I can feel that tight pussy creaming on my cock—fucking gushing for it. You nasty little witch—take it!"
"Ahhh!" She came again—harder this time. A shriek tore from her throat as her thick thighs clamped around his waist. A violent gush soaked both of them, a hot, messy squirt that sprayed out from her overstuffed cunt, running down his balls, and pooling beneath her trembling ass.
Marshall leaned down, sinking his teeth into the swell of her tit, then her neck, marking her flesh with savage love bites. His hands gripped her throat, not choking, but firm, commanding.
Her breath hitched as he manhandled her plush legs upward against his chest, folding her in half until her knees pressed against the very tits he'd just bitten raw.
Then he fucked her. Each thrust slammed her into the mattress, her ass smacking loudly against his pelvis. The heavy Asgardian bed groaned under the force, the headboard thumping the wall like a war drum.
Her cries became raw and broken. Senseless babble from a goddess reduced to a trembling hole full of cock.
"I'm gonna cum inside you, get that? I'm your pet? Hah! Pets don't breed their masters… it's the other way around!"
And then it happened.
His cock exploded. A thick, savage eruption; hot cream flooding her cunt like a busted dam. It pumped again. And again. And again. His cum sprayed in thick ropes with vengeance, shooting so deep it painted her womb, and overflowed.
Their bodies squelched obscenely as the mix of their juices poured out, slicking down her ass and soaking the sheets in warm filth.
Even after the final spurt, his cock stayed twitching inside her, plugged tight. He let her legs fall open to the sides like a fucked-out ragdoll, her pussy still stuffed, leaking his cum in messy gushes.
He collapsed onto her, cock buried to the hilt, chest pressed against her trembling breast.
Pat pat!
He tapped her cheek softly.
Her eyelids fluttered open, dazed and glassy.
"Why? Falling in love already? Don't worry, we ain't stopping tonight! Turn around now, let me taste that fat ass of yours!"
"Mmmh…" Amora tried to glare at him, but her stare was weak, bleary.
The glow of her Asgardian pride flickered for a moment, until his hand gripped her face, fingers digging into her cheeks. Then came his kiss; Deep, claiming, laced with sweat and spit. Her breath left her in a moan as she melted into it, her body limp beneath his.
She said nothing. Just whimpered, eyes closed, and slowly rolled herself over, presenting that thick, perfect ass to him.
Amora certainly had wicked thoughts when she approached Marshall. But that night, for the first time in her life, she met a man who was far too much for her to handle. And while her seductiveness arose from fear of being left alone.
That night, despite feeling ashamed by the loss of control. She felt the most alive ever.
"Ungh! Ungh… take it…!"
She heard him grunt again and again and fill her up that night. With each new fill, she lost her thoughts.
She wondered if that was how her targets felt. If that was the case, she could understand.
Pa!
She felt that stinging palm strike on her ass. Humiliating, but absolutely thrilling.
Amora lost count of how many times she came and how many times he filled her up. She just felt alive and sore like never before.
It was addicting, a sensation she wished to hold onto forever.
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Knock! Knock!
Hearing the knock on his room's door, Marshall walked over and opened it. He was back in his usual barbarian attire, fur cloak and all.
"Morning, Odin." He found Odin in his full battle armor with the helmet on the head.
Odin frowned a little and sized up Marshall from head to toe. "I heard that Amora entered your room last night. Are you well?"
"Hah! You asking me when I'm the one who's awake? Look for yourself." Marshall stepped back and let Odin step a little inside and get a direct view of the large bed. There lay Amora on her belly, her creamy pale legs sprawled, her blonde hair messy and sprinkled all over her head and face. A single white silk quilt covered her plump hips and lower back.
A little surprised, Odin looked back at Marshall. "She seems… spent."
"No shit! She tried to mess with my head, like some puppetmaster act. But after we got past the weird, it was solid. Hell, she's got killer assets—definitely in the upper league, easily amongst the finest lays. Why? We made too much noise or what?"
Odin nodded. Marshall's bluntness was no longer a novelty to him. "Aye, you were. The warriors in the hall laid wagers—if she moaned, they'd drink; if you groaned, they'd strike one another. Not a man among them has woken up yet… you truly drained their cups last night."
Marshall scratched his chin and looked at the bed. He was angry at her last night, but as time went by, and Amora surrendered to him, he really enjoyed mauling her curves. Where else could he find a six-foot-three curvy goddess?
"I think she's not done, nor am I. We'll see." He fondly said and looked at Odin. "Anyway, let's go get your daughter."
Odin rubbed his beard and nodded in understanding. Even though he was often seduced by Enchantress, she had never crossed the line and entered his bed. If Marshall could control her, he was more than happy.
"Let us leave then. Hela will not greet us kindly. Long has it been since I cast her into shadow—and the weight of that choice has not left me. Once, she was all I hoped for. Fierce. Proud. A daughter to make even gods marvel. But conquest consumed her, and when there was naught left to claim, she turned upon the realms themselves." Odin said as he walked, guiding Marshall towards the Bifrost. "Her power rivals mine—and only mine."
Can Hela kill me? I did get pretty much everything from Amora that wasn't learned. Damn, I already feel charming thanks to that seduction power… wait, am I charming to men or women?
He already had what Odin had, and now he had what Enchantress had as well. Sure, he didn't get what she had learned, such as sorcery, but he received her physical attributes. Also, that power she used to turn him into a statue, he felt he received it too since it killed him. He seemed to have also gotten a mystical sense from her, as well as seduction, as it was related to her body.
"Not sweating death here. I'll be more than happy if she can," Marshall said and stepped into the Bifrost with Odin.
Heimdall was quick to steer the magical contraption and prepare for their departure.
As the machine started making noise, Marshall looked at Odin. "What should I expect on the other side?"
"A battle."
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