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It was late at night, and Hela had the misfortune of having her room adjacent to Marshall's. For so long now, she'd heard all those sounds. But ever since Ajak had appeared, it had become unbearable. Before, it used to be just moans. But now, she could even hear those audible wet claps and grunts.
"Ummh…"
But perhaps, it wasn't really a misfortune. As she yet again found herself not on her bed, but rather on a chair. She sat against a table, which was pushed up against the wall, beyond which was Marshall's room.
And yet again, she found herself sliding that wall decoration and getting a direct view of what was happening on the other side through a hole she'd made. The bed was in her straight line of sight.
"Mmmmmh…" Hela pursed her lips and kept herself from making those ridiculous, disgusting sounds. But her hands, she couldn't control them.
She was still clad in her black, skin-tight garb, her usual divine armor. But tonight, parts of it had been removed. Magically peeled away with a flick of her will. Her pale, heavenly tits hung free; lush, heavy, too large for a single hand. Pink nipples stiffened under her own greedy fingers, her palm kneading one swell with the grace of someone pretending they weren't desperate. But her other hand… was buried between her thighs.
Her legs were long, spread wide beneath her, and her fingers worked her untouched pussy with slow, reverent shame. That tight, virgin slit, soft and pink, lips delicate and puffy, was slick, trembling, hot with need.
She parted her own petals and traced her arousal in gentle circles, dragging her fingers up her soaked folds until she hit her clit, then back down, again and again. It was new. Embarrassing. Unthinkable.
It didn't start like this. At first, she lay in bed with a pillow crushed over her ears, gritting her teeth while the moans and wet slaps seeped through the wall. She told herself she was above it. A goddess. But her thighs squeezed together every night, and her sheets always ended up damp.
Then one night, flushed and restless, she threw the pillow aside and got up. Heart pounding, cunt pulsing. She pressed her ear to the wall, breath caught in her throat. And the moment she heard Ajak scream in ecstasy, her resolve shattered. She punched a tiny hole in the wall with her godly fingers, just big enough to see.
She was the Goddess of Death.
This filth… should've been beneath her.
And yet here she was, sitting like a whore with her legs open, watching.
The wall decoration had been quietly slid aside. Her eyes, glassy and wide, never blinked as she stared through the crude opening.
What she saw…
Marshall. Towering. Sweating. Thrusting into Ajak's soaked, ruined cunt with relentless, brutal force. His cock, fat, creamy, glorious, was pistoning deep, dragging back coated in white. The mess was insane. Sticky seeds oozed from her with every thrust, soaking the sheets beneath them.
Ajak's moans were feral, high, and cracked, her body writhing as Marshall devoured her from the inside.
Hela's breath quickened.
She licked her dry lips and slipped two fingers inside herself.
"Ohhhh…" she gasped, biting her lip to stay silent.
Her inner walls gripped her fingers tightly. Slick heat welcomed them instantly. It was awkward, at first, an invasion she hadn't known. But her body betrayed her. She pressed in deeper, curling them, hunting that spot inside that made her hips jerk every time she grazed it.
The sounds from beyond the wall were thunderous. She could even smell it. The scent of sex, heavy and heady, leaking through the cracks. She leaned forward more, her breasts swaying gently, one hand still toying with a nipple, the other swirling slow circles against her inner walls.
Her head tipped back… then forward again to watch.
More sounds now. Louder.
"OOOOOH! Marshall! I'm coming! I'm coming on your beautiful, thick… oh, so lovely fat cock! Again… Mmmm…!" Ajak's voice echoed like a curse through the wall.
And that was it.
Hela pressed her cheek harder to the wall, forehead damp with sweat. Her fingers plunged deeper. Her hips bucked.
"Ahh—" she gasped, her quiet moans breaking loose despite herself. Her fingers rubbed and curled, her clit pulsing with fire. That strange, heavy pressure deep inside peaked, her belly tensing, her thighs quivering.
Her entire body snapped tight like a bowstring, and she came. Soaking her own hand. Shuddering. Gasping. Her pussy clamped down, spasming around her fingers, while thick nectar dripped from her cunt, rolling down her porcelain thighs in gleaming trails.
She slumped forward, trembling. But something was… wrong.
It felt good. No, amazing—but not enough.
She swallowed hard, eyes still locked on Marshall's cock, plunging deep, churning Ajak into moaning, cock-drunk ruin. For just a second, just a flicker of weakness, she imagined it inside her. Splitting her. Stretching her. Filling her with his thick, creamy—
"No!" she hissed, shaking her head violently.
She yanked herself back from the wall, frowning, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. She looked down.
Her thighs were glistening. Her fingers—wet. Her chair? A soaked mess beneath her.
"Mmm… Filthy. Disgusting! What has happened to me?!"
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Back in the ruined bedroom, the air was thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The mattress sagged beneath their bodies, the frame long shattered beneath the weight of their marathon fucking.
Marshall loomed over her, panting, soaked, every muscle tight with need.
Ajak was gone. Her eyes had rolled back, her mouth hung open in a silent, breathless cry, and her cunt was clenching down in wild, uncontrollable pulses. Her legs kicked, toes curled. Her thighs trembled against his ribs.
Then—she managed a scream of deliverance.
"AaaaAAAHH! OHHH—MARSHALL!"
Ajak came with a violent flood. Her entire body locked up as a torrent of clear nectar burst out of her, squirting hard against his groin, drenching both of them in a soaking spray that splattered the sheets, his balls, the broken bed beneath them. Her pussy gushed a fountain, spasming in waves of pure euphoria. Her hips bucked up into him like she was trying to push him deeper, her ass sliding slightly from the sheer wetness pooling beneath.
And Marshall lost it.
He felt the eruption, the heat, the soaking mess, and his cock twitched so hard it hurt. He dropped his chest fully against her, folding her legs tighter. His massive hands swept down, hands wrapping around her breasts, both of them—and mashing them together.
His mouth plunged down, sucking both swollen nipples into his mouth at once, growling as his tongue lashed and swirled between them like he was devouring the last drops of heaven.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of his thrusts was thunderous. His fucking turned brutal.
His balls slapped her ass.
His cock plunged deep.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" Marshall roared to the ceiling, his head thrown back, spine arched, eyes shut tight as he came with the force of a beast. His cock throbbed violently, swelling inside her, then exploded.
Hot. Heavy. Endless.
Burst after burst of thick, nasty batter pumped into her. His whole body jerked with each spasm. It gushed out around his cock almost instantly. The seal broke, and the overflow spilled from her stuffed pussy like melted cream. It leaked at the seams, dripping over her ass, coating his balls, soaking the ruined bed in thick, white filth.
"Fuuuuck… Jesus… You're meant to be fucked… Ajak… Goddamn it…" he panted, growling as he collapsed on her, still twitching inside. "I could unload in you forever…"
She giggled through the afterglow, her fingers running lazily through his damp hair as he leaned down and kissed her again. Sloppy, wet, tongue sliding messily against hers.
She kissed back, just as needy, lips parted, still rocking her hips beneath him. She wanted him to stay hard. Wanted every inch of that softening monster still squeezed inside her. What had started as a simple curiosity… had become something else entirely. A need. A dependency. Her shameful addiction.
"Mmm… An hour…" Marshall declared, still lying on top of Ajak. "Let's continue in an hour."
"Anytime, as many times, however much you want… I'm all yours." Ajak declared, not love, but her addiction to sex, the most basic and ancient habit of humans that she had now come to love firsthand.
"Man, you really know just what to say."
Marshall groaned with a big, satisfied smile and pulled out of her. But he didn't leave her just yet, he kept his hands dug into her dough-like thighs, pushing them up and wide. He watched her beautiful petals leak, and leak, and leak.
Her dark pink, battered slit leaked like a broken faucet. Globs of cum dripping in slow, thick trails. Sticky streaks rolled down her crack, pooling beneath her ass. The sheets were a swamp, drenched, reeking of sex and ruin. His cream painted her folds, her thighs, even her belly.
And she giggled again. A low, feminine giggle that made her breasts bounce, her thighs jiggle, her soft belly ripple under the weight of everything they'd done. She didn't even wipe herself.
Just rested there.
Gutted. Glistening. Filthy.
"Greatest wonder of the world!" Marshall proclaimed.
It wasn't just directed at Ajak's pussy. No, it was for every single one in the universe.
100 million years of isolation does that to a man's brain.
"Time for some wine!"
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