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IM/DC Bonus Chapter 04
🕑 Added 2024-12-23 22:20:21 +0000 UTCHela could have easily passed as a goddess of love and beauty like Aphrodite instead of the goddess of death. She had bottom-heavy assets… I mean she had a huge cake I wanted to take a bite out of. A thiccc gyatt with three C’s. She was built like a Pixar mom. Her bottom was heavy. She had a huge ass is what I was getting at. At least compared to the rest of her.
I tossed her onto the bed I teleported onto the planet as she teleported her clothes away. While I was happy she took off the sword helmet thing, I was also surprised. As I looked at her beauty, pale white skin with zero blemishes went down to her already spread legs… Which had a perfectly shaped vagina with its maidenhead still intact. She was still a virgin.
I thought she might have been a virgin but she somehow kept it from being broken through all her combat and hadn’t broken it from masturbation. She was on a barren planet for millennia after all but that might have been my human side speaking. Without anything to do, I normally masturbate. It was just slightly surprising she was still a virgin.
It did mean the fast rough fucking I gave to the other goddesses(except Hestia who was also a virgin) would need to be put on hold as I made her first time more memorable and special. The surprise that crossed her face as I crawled between her legs and got to work licking her entrance instead of roughly mating her as she expected was a nice bonus to how this was going to play out.
She ran her fingers through my hair as I licked, nibbled, and kissed my way over every part of her entrance. For a goddess of Death, I don’t think she was ready for the pleasure I could bring her as she looked almost scared as she orgasmed the first time. Cumming was the ultimate equalizer, how many perfectly laid plans fell to shambles the minute sex was brought into the equation.
She may have thought of using me to weaken or kill her father but at the end of the day, her newly found love/lust for me might make her care significantly less about her revenge in the future… Even though I’d still help her kill her father, it was just better for him to not die until the right time. I couldn’t help but tease her. “Woah, maybe you are the goddess of singing with how loud you were just now.”
The hand running through my head grabbed my hair and forced me back down as she spoke condescendingly. “Maybe you should put that mouth to better use than saying funny things to piss me off.” I chuckled into her vagina which drew another moan out of her. Fine, we’ll play it her way for now and see how long it takes for her to give in.
I kept putting my mouth to better use as I brought her to orgasm over and over again. If one thing the long imprisonment taught Hela it was patience. She could be one of the only women in the universe who could outlast me… At least if I kept up the slow and steady pace I had been going the last few hours. I slowly kissed my way up her body as I began kissing her on her top lips now that I was done with the bottom.
She was thoroughly ready and raring to go now. I couldn’t help but ask. “So, you ready for the next step?” She didn’t say anything else, her attempt to be stoic wouldn’t have been so cute if she had been screaming not even three minutes ago for more. A small, almost imperceptible nod was the only go-ahead she’d give for me to take the next step, and I did so.
I pierced the barrier that had protected her love canal for thousands of years in one swift motion and barely pushed my way inside until she grew accustomed to my entrance. Slowly, the slowest I could possibly go I made my way deeper and deeper into her. It didn’t take very long for her to complain and for the smirk to form on my face. “Can you go any faster? This is ridiculous.”
That was my sign to speed up and start fucking her. It was all an effort to overwhelm her senses, I could have made her beg but that would have just pissed her off even more. No, I played the game long enough to know that having her ask for it would win the battle but not the war. To make her fall in love with me I needed to keep sex entertaining and not make it a competition. A competition that she couldn’t win.
She was tight, tighter than most other gods but still not the same level of soul-sucking that Wonder Woman provided, which meant I could keep control of most of my faculties and didn’t lose myself to the mating lust like I would have with Diana. It was still difficult to not just get down to rutting like I wanted to instead of making her first time special. Neither of us would remember anything but our hips slamming together over and over again if I lost myself to the lust.
It was too early to put a child in her and she had mixed feelings about having them anyway. She viewed it from the point of her parents who were both… Kind of the fucking worst. Odin was Odin who abandoned her the moment he married a younger god and Frigg did nothing to stop it. She screamed in my ear as she was brought to another orgasm. It was hard to not make her mine, to mark her as mine through breeding her, but it was too early.
She was still too feral, I needed to train her to be fine around other people and perhaps kill her father then give her another few years to calm down before she’d really be ready. There was a spark building inside her though, she finally figured out that she likes sex, it only took her a hundred orgasms to figure it out but she got there eventually. She wanted more of this, more of me in the future and that was enough for now.
As we orgasmed together she was worn out enough to start sweating. Gods didn’t sweat like normal people, it was only a clear indication that they were putting in enough effort they started to sweat. She was soaked and because of our bodies making contact over and over again, I was soaked in her sweat as well.
Over the course of a few weeks, I introduced her to Earth’s population and let her grow used to being around other people again. Slowly as she was introduced to more things she liked she started to come out of her shell. It wouldn’t be until years later that her father actually died and it wasn’t from either of us. The gods had the tendency of taking down their own if they sensed weakness and Odin was the weakest he ever had been.
She became normal, at least someone forced to live on a barren planet with no stimulus could get. She had her first child about five years from when we first met and ever since then every hundred or so years when her child had grown up and moved on she’d come visit me again. Slowly she changed and became more than she was before. A thousand years after her father’s death she was no longer known as Hela the conqueror or Hela the goddess of death. But as Hela, the goddess of life and death.
She didn’t want to fight with her brother Thor over the succession of Asgard but when he was too busy she would step in. Slowly she became the reliable one out of her seven siblings and held the Norse pantheon together, thus avoiding Ragnarok in its entirety. That was the thing with those self-fulfilling prophecies, a daughter's hatred turning towards indifference was enough to stop the prophecy from ever coming to fruition.
All it took for Odin who had fought so desperately to stop it from happening was the butterfly effect from someone outside the pantheon making almost imperceptible changes. You could even say I stopped Ragnarok with my cock if you really thought about it.
