Hela dipped her head and caught his lips in a kiss that had no calculation, no cold goddess composure, just raw desire. Her mouth pressed against his with force, warm and wet, a fire born from her own heart. It wasn't a test. It was hungry. A single, heated moment where she gave in to what she wanted.
Her lips molded tighter, firmer. Her tongue pushed past his teeth and claimed him. She kissed him harder, rougher, savoring the stunned wideness in his eyes.
Marshall, the man who mocked death, who never flinched at gods or monsters, looked flustered. She loved it. She drank in that rare expression like wine, greedily taking more.
BOOM!
But then a loud explosion rang out nearby. Hela frowned and broke the kiss to look, only to be left mesmerized. There were fireworks, so many of them, booming and spreading around them in colorful sparkles. Golden, red, green, and blue at times. And they were standing right in the middle of it all.
"You planned this as well?" Hela looked back at his face, her hands still there, on his jaw.
Marshall nodded, his eyes glittering with colorful flashes, his grin so big. "Damn right, nabbed a guy from China to make these."
That was another plan, another battle Marshall had fought within his mind. Hela saw it that way.
"Kiss me."
But she didn't want him to obey. Hela moved first, slanting her lips against his with even more hunger than before. This time, there was no hesitation. She wanted him, his heat, his taste, his solidity, and she took it. The feelings in her chest, alien and scorching, pressed against her ribs. They confused her, but she didn't hide them. She explored them.
Marshall finally gave back what she demanded. His mouth crashed into hers with equal heat, his tongue meeting hers in a hot clash, his breath spilling into her lungs.
As the fireworks burst around them, they closed their eyes and drowned in that moment.
"Ummh…"
Hela moaned into his mouth.
That was the cue, and Marshall moved their big raft without thinking. Fast, insanely fast, he flew south-west, all the while kissing Hela, rolling his tongue all over hers.
But it wasn't just hunger anymore. The kiss was warm, heavy with feeling, the kind that made time stutter.
Hela was fierce, almost desperate, kissing him with a passion that left no room for breath. Her hands clutched his jaw as if to anchor him, her tongue demanded more of him, her lips sealed against his with claiming force. She kissed like a woman who had finally… finally, decided to stop resisting. A goddess relaxing into her brute.
Marshall was flying like a lunatic without looking where they were going, letting instinct run the show. His raft cut across the sky in a blur of night wind.
In no time, they arrived at Mount Whitney in California. Inside the mountain, on a cliffside, was one of Marshall's large caves, equipped with what they needed the most—a bed.
"Let's go."
It was Hela who moved first. Once again, it took Marshall by surprise. Hela had never been that proactive before. And seriously, he felt like he was falling in love, if that was even possible for him.
Hela grabbed his hand and dragged him into that cave. She snapped her fingers, and the nearby torches lit up to life, drowning the entire cave with light. She'd been there before with Marshall, so she pulled him into the large bedchamber. The bed was still there, but the bedding was full of dirt. With a simple wave of her hand, the bedding rose in the air, slammed into the wall a few times, got dusted, and fell back on the stone bedframe.
"Lie down, Marshall."
"..."
"Fuck yeah!" Marshall was on cloud nine for the seven-foot-tall goddess. He ripped all his clothes off and jumped onto the bed, lying down on his back, his fat cock straight up, pointing at the ceiling, bulging.
Hela chuckled, seeing him so excited. But she was a woman who knew how to charm a man.
She turned her back to him and started to lower her gown. The fabric clung to her body, dragging slowly over the contours of her pale curves as she shimmied her hips, peeling it down inch by inch. She moved with sensuality, the sway of her tall frame exaggerated, teasing him.
Ever since Helvar's birth, her hips had widened, her breasts had grown fuller, heavier, and she knew Marshall loved the changes.
She heard him groan when the dress reached her thighs, and she bent forward slightly, pushing the gown all the way down. The view she offered was sexy as sin. Her perfectly rounded, full ass, the pale curve of her loins, bare and already glistening. No underwear. No bra. Just milky, unblemished skin and the power of a goddess stripped naked.
Finally, Hela turned, her expression composed but her eyes burning. She crawled onto the bed, long limbs moving like a predator, sliding between his thick legs. She was tall, statuesque, so she had to improvise.
She spread her knees wide, crouched like a warrior claiming her prize. She grabbed his legs one by one, strong fingers hooking under his thick thighs, and she lifted them, throwing his legs over her folded knees. It wasn't a normal position, but it raised his hips higher, and tilted his raging manhood towards her breasts.
"Ummmh… I will say this once." Hela muttered huskily, as she stared directly at the throbbing flesh. "I missed this."
"Fuck!" Marshall cursed. The sensation was too wild. The way she looked at him, the words in her mouth; it all rushed through him like fire in his veins. His body twitched, every nerve tickled alive.
Hela leaned closer, letting her breasts spill heavy and lush over his shaft. Even without milk, they'd grown larger. She pressed them together, surrounding him in the warmth of her flesh. His cock vanished into the pale valley, only the thick, flushed crown and a few more inches peeking out from the top.
"Mmm… mine."
With that declaration, Hela lowered her head.
Her dark, lipstick-clad lips closed around his exposed cockhead. She suckled it slowly, smearing him with black gloss, leaving his crown painted and wet. Her spit slid down, coating his cock, soaking into her breasts, turning the soft slopes into a slick heaven that clung and squeezed around him.
"Goddamn!" Marshall's head thrashed back into the bedding as his hips bucked up.
He drove his cock through the pillowy squeeze of her breasts, thrusting hard, slick with spit and sweat. Every thrust made her tits clap faintly around his shaft, squelching, obscene, wet sounds echoing through the stone chamber. He groaned and even laughed through it, delirious with the soft, slippery cushion around his length.
Hela smirked down at him, her lips still latched to his tip as she pumped his cock through her tits.
"Mmmh… yes, Marshall… you like that, don't you?" Her tongue flicked his crown before sucking it back down.
"My brute… my man…" Her tits bounced and slid faster, her spit gushing down to make her flesh slicker, tighter. The wet noises grew louder, shamelessly dirty, like his cock was drowning between her pale swells.
Shlk–Shlk—
"Hmmm…" She stopped suddenly, her tongue pulling free with a wet pop. She felt the need rising in him, the way his shaft throbbed in her hold. "Let's not waste that. Lie down, flat."
Marshall's chest heaved, but he happily followed along.
Hela lifted higher, towering above him as she shifted her hips forward. She straddled his waist, her smooth ass swaying in a slow rhythm as she dragged her soaked pussy up and down his length. His cockhead pressed into her folds, parting them, smearing them wetter with every nuzzle.
Squelch!
"Ooooh! Perr-fect!" Hela moaned when his cock finally popped inside her. Despite her body being bigger, she found him more than enough to stretch her dangerously and remind her of her femininity.
She leaned back, arching as her hands gripped his knees for balance, her long legs spread wide but her feet still planted firmly beside his waist. The angle opened her up, gave him a perfect view of his thick cock spearing her, her lower lips splayed tight around his girth.
"Ooooh… lovely!" Marshall grinned, teeth bared, eyes locked on the obscene sight.
Her body took the invasion without flinching. No shame, no hesitation. She accepted him with her whole heart, her whole cunt, her whole being. This was desire made flesh. He was unlike any man she had ever known. Strange, reckless, impossible, yet the one man she knew would never betray her. He had nothing to gain by it, nothing to lose. Betrayal didn't exist in his world, and that truth let her give herself without fear.
And his cock, of course, was a blessing all its own. It split her open, bumpy veins dragging against every ridge of her core. The stretch was exquisite, painful, and blissful all at once, the kind of fullness that reminded her she was alive.
Her body shuddered with a grunt as she sank all the way down, finally taking every last inch.
"Fuck!" Marshall roared, his big hands clawing at her thighs, clutching her flesh as if to fuse her to him. Back where he belonged, buried inside her love hole, his cock felt right at home.
He didn't think much; he never did, but his instincts knew paradise. Wrapped in her silky heat, every throb of her walls stroked his veins like soft fingers, wet flesh massaging him inch by inch like dough. The tightness was maddening, her slippery insides gliding on him, gripping him, refusing to let go.
Hela started to ride him, her tall frame working like a machine, her ass rippling with every bounce. She lifted high, slammed down, her breasts jiggling, her cunt squelching wet and loud as it swallowed him over and over. The stone chamber filled with the sound of flesh clapping, her moans mixing with his groans, a messy, wet chorus of boiling lust.
Then her body tensed suddenly, her rhythm stuttering as she crashed down harder, grinding herself on his base.
"Mmmmhh! Aaaahhh—!" Her climax ripped through her, violent and soaking hot. Her cunt clamped and squeezed, dripping down his shaft, her juices gushing in a flood that coated his balls and the bed beneath.
Marshall answered by fucking up into her harder. His hips pistoned, pounding, meeting her bounce with savage thrusts. Their bodies slapped together, flesh crashing loudly.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Close…" Marshall growled, warning her through clenched teeth.
"I know," Hela smirked, biting her lip, her entire body trembling with greedy need. "H-Helvar… needs… a sibling."
"Shit… Then… let me get on… top!"
Marshall sat up in one rough motion, his cock still buried deep inside her, and shoved her backwards until she landed on her back.
He kept going, pushing between her legs, never letting himself slip free of her scorching, snug heat. She engulfed him entirely, wrapping him like a tight velvet glove as his heavy body loomed over hers.
"Spill it… Marshall… my sweet… brute," she moaned, her lips wet and parted, her eyes wide and glassy.
Marshall chuckled, drunk on the sight of her. Her irises blown wide, her face flushed with a lewdness that belonged only to him. She was a goddess undone beneath her brute, beautiful and utterly delicious.
Her long legs shot up and coiled around his waist, locking him in tight. She squeezed like chains, as if she wanted his cock to stay inside her forever, to never leave her body again.
He leaned down, close, mouth to mouth, and drove his cock in with brutal force, kissing her hard as he pounded into her.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The bed didn't creak; it couldn't. If it had, it would've shattered under the power of his thrusts. He hammered her with superhuman strength, each smack so loud it echoed like thunder off the stone walls.
Squelch–pap! Squish–plap! Schllrk—!
Their fucking was messy, filthy, deliciously unholy, every slam stirring more of her nectar until it spilled down his balls.
"Fuck… Hela… you!" Marshall groaned into her mouth, her tits flattened, smushed hard against his chest. He drilled her harder, kissing her between growls. "Yeah, I'm your damn brute!"
Plap!
Finally, his whole body seized, and he drove his cock deep, crashing against her cervix, smashing into her very core.
"Gaaaahhh—Fuck!" he roared as he spilled, unloading in heavy, hot gushes that pumped her full. Thick, white virility jetted into her, flooding her womb in thick spurts that overran her ability to hold it. The creamy tide spilled back out around his cock, dribbling down her ass, soaking the bed in lewd streaks. He kept rutting as he came, forcing every last drop deeper into her, grinding his cockhead against her deepest spot until she was drowning in it.
Hela purred into his mouth, her tongue tangled with his, her body drinking him in, now belonged to him. She felt the heat of his batter filling her, overflowing from her loins, and her smile twisted beautifully wicked.
They didn't stop kissing. Lips and tongues stayed locked, messy, while their hips ground together. His cock never softened, still iron-hard inside her, still claiming her body.
"Marshall…" Hela felt him hard inside and smiled, caressing his beard. "I'm not leaving… We have… all night, or days if you want."
"Let's make that a week."
He claimed her lips again. The woman was just too addictive.
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