warning(s): |minors and men dni| nipple play (r!receiving); fingering (r!receiving); hela is a soft menace; it's been a while writing wise so i apologize; a short fic
plot: hela is horny and you are there wearing a pj tank top without a bra.
Shivering, you walked into the bedroom, your bare feet cold against the tile floor. The Royal Suite was the epitome of comfort, except when it wasn't. The room easily got cold, making you even more grateful for the collection of furs and blankets your wife keeps on the bed. Hela sat in said bed, patiently waiting for you to return from getting water, something she had grumbled about, not wanting to give up cuddling with you. Her eyes shot up to watch you walk towards the bed, glued to your chest. Confused, you looked down, your face flushing when you saw what she was focused on.
Your nipples were straining against the fabric of your pajama shirt, the light fabric rubbing against your senstives nubs. Biting your lip, you looked through your eyelashes to look at Hela as you brought your fingers up to tweak at the buds. Her gaze sharpened and she beckoned you to the bed with a long, strong finger. Slowly, in a seductive manner, you walked to the bed, crawling onto the bed. Hela lunged out to grab you, using her strength to pull you onto her lap, laughing as she felt the growing wetspot on your pajama shorts. She leaned forward, adjusting the two of you so her mouth hovered over one of your covered tits. Her warm breath made shivers go down your spine in anticipation. Her green eyes looked up to meet yours, a smirk twisting on her lips.
"Do you want something, my darling?" Her tone was teasing but you heard the hint of desperation in her words, she wanted this just as much as you. You felt no need to play hard to get, nodding frantically as you obediantly clasped your hands behind your back, something Hela nodded in approval for.
"Please baby, I need your mouth. Please." Your voice sounded like a bratty whine but it was music to Hela's ears, a sound that gave her the green light. In a second, her mouth was on your nipple, the sudden warmth making your back arch as you tried to get more of your tit inside Hela's heavenly mouth. She chuckled, the vibration causing a small moan to rip from your lips. She extended her tongue, flicking the bud through your top as her other hand twisted the other nipple, enjoying how you both leaned in and away from her touch, already looking so wrecked.
Suddenly, her mouth and her hand were gone, a whimper spilling from you as you bucked your hips in disapproval. Hela merely smiled, reaching behind you to lightly grasp your wrists as she raised your arms into the air. She grabbed the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head. She didn't give you a second to adjust to your breasts being exposed to the cool air before her mouth was once again on your tit, licking and sucking. Instead of playing with the other bud, her hand that wasn't holding onto your waist snuck under your pajama shorts, two fingers rubbing between your folds before hovering over your clit. Her mouth paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. You were confused until her fingers started rubbing tight circles over your clit and her mouth suctioned over your nipple, her tongue flicking the bud through the tunnel of warmth. Your vision tunneled as the two most sensitive parts of your body were played with so perfectly. Your hips bucked against her fingers as she moved her hand on your waist to take the place of the fingers rubbing your clit as you felt two long fingers slip inside your dripping core. Your moan echoed through the walls, ringing like holy music in Hela's ears. She switched over to the nipple that had been abandoned, the way you arched against her made her lips curl into a smile.
It was becoming too much. You were only staying on Hela's lap due to your thighs tightening around hers, your arms still behind your back as both of Hela's hands played with your pussy. Her mouth attacked your breasts and your nipples, ripping moan after moan from your mouth. She leaned away to examine her work, enjoying how swollen and pigmented your tits looked.
"Tempting little minx." She growled before returning to one of her happy places. The other being between your thighs, which she was hopeful to visit this night as well. You cried out as she crooked her fingers against your g-spot, rubbing tantalizingly as her other hand continued to play with your clit, tapping it, she enjoyed how your hips jerked.
"H-Hela, I'm so close," you stuttered out, your vision going blurry as the coil in your stomach tightened and threatened to break. Hela, in response, somehow pulled you closer, her mouth sucking furiously against your tit, tongue laving the swollen nub as she pistoned her fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot like it was a bullseye. The fingers on your clit seperated your folds, her middle finger now solely rubbing the nerve.
Your vision went white as something animalistic ripped from your throat, hips shaking and chest heaving. You felt Hela's hands leave your core to settle on your hips as her mouth, albeit reluctantly, left your breasts, allowing you to collapse against her, resting your head against her shoulder. After a few moments of catching your breath, you laughed weakly.
"I should wear these pajamas more often."
a/n: okay this lowkey sucked but i've had it in my drafts for a hot second and i liked writing it in the momemt (at 3am). thank you for reading! i have better fics in the works dw, requests are open and appreciated! love you lovelies!
Part 4 of my Isekai'd heroin with only meme knowledge of middle earth au: invasion of the memes
[Galadreiel rolling up to the battle of the Gate of Mordor (idk if this is canon I think read it in sansuhk but i read that really fast just go with it) decked out in full black armor, eyes shadowed in coal black and adorned with a crown of ebony stained antlers, stunning and frightening everyone]
Aragorn: what in the name of the Valar....
Gimli: My Lady...
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[Back in Lothlorien]
*Tiffy wandering around the woods, holding her phone up to the sky in one hand and a bottle of elvish wine in the other*: Nooo, baby come back! You could blame it all- on- me! *stumbles out if the bushes, interupting Frodo, Sam, and Galadriel*
Tiffy: Oop. Heeeey, sorry-
Frodo: No, its alright, I, I think I'll retire for the night. Thank you again, Lady. *bales with Sam*
Tiffy, watching them go: I... know they're still mad at me about Gran-dalf but if I interupted something... You really should probably finished it. Between you and Frodo it was probably an 'portant plot point.
Galadriel: Worry not, our business was done. And what brings the Lady Noselda to my garden?
Tiffy: Augh, that stupid name. *leaning sideways looking at where Frodo was standing* Well I was chasing a signal on my phone, nothing was loading and its gone again, but I had a bar for a second. Figure it'll come back, hopefully the government tracking my spon- Spon-tih-niss disappearance got a ping. That'd be so funny. Is that a magic mirror?- Oh was this the scene where you went all scary for a minute? You good?
Galadriel: I am well, yes, I was tested, but I did not fail.
Tiffy, dead ass no idea what happens in this scene beside Galadriel getting all scary: Oh, well that's good? And ah, are we good, girl? Know I kinda went off on the mind reading thing, just. You know. It is a breach of boundaries, and our bodily autonomy, and a complete disregard for our consent.
Galadriel: Thing are well between us, I hold no I'll will toward you for gaurding yourself against such invasion, when viewed in such a light. Will you forgive me?
Tiffy, stumbling to the bench: Just don't do it again.
Galadriel: I do not think I would need to. Even could I.
Tiffy, squinting hard before shrugging: Well I mean and I guess I get it. There is a magic war going on with evil mind control. *looking back at the mirror* Can I look at the magic mirror? *holding out her phone* I'll show you mine, if you show me yours. This is like, 10 time a deeper look into my soul then a glance at my... surface level thought... I hope.
Galadriel, amused, stepping aside: Very well, come. You know the path you walk like a story told already, though. What do you hope to see?
Tiffany handing over the phone, and then the wine bottle, and stepping up to the bowl: A path. She thinks its a path! Babe I saw a birds eye view of like half this minotaur's maze when I was six, I'm doing my best to keep my hand on the right-side wall, but we're comming up on a fork in the road and- and I lost my metaphor, so I'm hoping to see, like, proof i'm not a about to make it all worse.
Galadriel taking a seat near by: That is what most people hope to see.
Tiffy: though another snippet of the maze wouldn't hurt, nevermind the timeline, a time frame would be nice- or the next episode of House of the Dragon, frankly, im not picky- annnnd I got nothing. Am I doing it right? Hey! Mirror mirror in the birdbath, show me- the- the better path!... Ah, well. I figured.
Galadriel: You saw nothing? Curious...
Tiffy sitting down hard next to Galadriel, reclaiming the wine: Yeah magic doesn't seem to work on me. Figured that out back in the Shire. The trees kept trying to confuse and put Frodo and everyone else to sleep once we set out form the Bombadil's house. Nice couple. Good place to land. Need to get 'em a pinapple. Anyway, and then there's been a couple more instances, like I wasn't cold in the Missy Mountains. That was weird. I'm damn curious, but I'm sure it has something to do with me not being, oh, part of the "tune" of this universe or something, and really I don't have the time on top of everything else to care yet. We'll see afterwards I guess.
Galadriel, after a moment: I think I quite admire your ability to take things in with such calm acceptance. I know many as young as you who would have given into terror, ripped from their home and their understanding of the world in such a way as you were, and with such a burden as the life kf a man you admire and subsequently the lives of all those you may trade for his wieghing on your shoulders.
Tiffy, far to drunk: Thanks, its a trauma response from not having my needs met properly as a child- sorry no, actually did not mean to say that.
Galadriel:... It would be alright to be upset. Much of your fellowhship is in a state of distress.
Tiffy: I know. They'll figure it out. I'll start screaming later. Anyway. Hey, the screen went dark *takes it back to unlock it* -Holy shit its charging- how did you do that!? *thrusts it back at Galadriel*
Phone: *happy little charging chime*
Tiffy: How did you do that, Woman?!
Gal: I... am unsure.
Tiffy: Well don't let go! Hell yes! Oh. This is wonderful. I love magic. Not question this- you think Legolas can do this- don't worry I'll find out-
Gal, looking at the glass, the imagine of Tiffany, another woman with similar looks, and an older man and woman who look quite different all smile out at her from behind a wall of little simbols: This portrait is impressive. Who is this?
Tiffy: oh that's me and my cousin, with my parents last christmas, I was adopted. We were reconnecting. They're not the neglectiful ones. That was my aunt and uncle- not her parents, other side. It was a whole thing, it doesn't matter. Here. Move you finger around the glass, yeah, and you can tap the little buttons-
Tiffy: That one's my taxes. That one has my dnd stuff on it- me and my friends make up character and act out daring battles- you know, kinda like this, but more fun cause its safe. She's Zelda, dragonborn, lawful good- I was challanging myself this game. This one you just tap to the beat of the music- oh your good at that! This one radio stations from all over my world- music and talking and weather warning, that kinda thing. This ones music from all kinds of artist, i have some stuff downloaded upp put a playlist togther for you before we leave.
Tiffy: That's my little village simulators, I just collect things and buy furnature and decorate the little bunny's house. Thats my grocery list, oh I bet my milks spoiled by now- those are my messages, yeah like convesations, my boss. my cousin. We were getting close again, actually.. ugh my ex-situationship, is this borning you? No? Good- I can draw on that one, see my little doodles-
Tiffy: I watch ah, plays on all the ones in this folder, desperately wish I had downloaded the Lord of the Rings right now. Here my library of audio books- yeah, wish i had this sotry downloaded there too. Oh here's the map- look look- this is my house, i'd zoom in more but it won't load right now... Yeah they have poeple who's whole job it is to take picture of everything. It's a little scary, yeah. But money buys power, and power creates surveillance states in order to push ads to sell things to get more money.
Tiffy: Here's my photo gallery. Its got all my social's so its got a pretty goor record- theres my first day of school- that was my dog- yeah thats a dog- um, theres my birthparents when we went to disney- thsy died a little after this... Its like a places with games and ride based of some specific stories, theres story book princesses there too, I got all their signatures that weekend-
Tiffy: Thats one of my foster sisters, it was my Halloween there- children dress up as legends and stories and fairtails and everyone gives them sweets for it. Well its also a celebration of the macabe and the frightening. It used to be about the spirits... nah, her parents got their shit togther a couple months later and she went home. Anyway. Oh, here's my memes, let me see if I can find the Lord of the Rings one- yeah the stories names after him- you know it took everything not to start crying in the counsil meeting when Bo did the-
Galadiel: Wait, go back...
Tiffy, swiping back: Hm? Oh that's Hela, goddess of death, from another story, she's also played by Cate Blanchett so she has your face.
Galadriel: So strange... like a dark reflection...
Tiffy, leaning against her: I bet if you showed up to war looking like that everyone would scatter like mice. It would be so hot.
Galadriel: It would certainly be unexpected.
Tiffy eyes flutting shut: ha! an Unexpected Party.... Hm. Sometimes all it takes to beat some one is fucking with them. If they cant think straight... they can't plan their next move...
Gal, taking the phone back and continuing to explore: A philosophy you take to heart no doubt.
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Galadriel in her medieval!Hela Cosplay: Hey Lord of the Jewelry Box! Get out here!
Galadriel: I just want to talk!
Boromir, spidey common sense tingling: Tiffany...
Gimli, awestruck: She's like polished onyx! Shining even in the darkness!
Legolas: Well if this does not distract the Enemy, I doubt the army was ever much good.
SYNOPSIS: Hela was fascinated you when she saw your sorcery work in the gardens. You took direction so well, she wondered just how far she could command you and how well you truly listened.
WARNINGS: NSFW!!!! dominant Hela, sub reader, slapping, hair pulling, slight sword play if you squint, pussy eating, degrading, age gap (400+ years), facefucking, pussy drunk reader, Hela growls during sex, reader gets called a whore, it is pure filth and I love it
A/N: For all six of you that still like Hela, I've been sitting on this fic for over a year and I need to unleash it like a rabid dog. HAVE FUN!
“Kneel.”
That word… It was almost engraved in your subconscious for years. You heard it when she would command her armies, when she demanded respect from the citizens of Asgard, or when she was feeling powerful.
But when alone, that word had a much different meaning.
Long before the time of Thor and Loki, Odin Borson, King of Asgard, had a child that was beyond incredible. Her name was Hela, the Goddess of Death. Executioner and commander of Einherjar, Asgard’s armies. Together, Odin and Hela conquered the Nine Realms and ruled with iron fists, demanding obedience and subjugation from all in their lives.
Over the many years alive, Hela seemed above simple mortal things, such as friendships, or even relationships. Who could possibly need friends when all of the Nine Realms bowed to her with a single commanding word? All connections were simply distractions that would not befall the Goddess.
And yet, she found herself drifting for something… But only after she had seen you. Hela never truly took time to appreciate the gardens in the castle, but while her father was in Odinsleep, she was bound to Asgard until he awoke. With far too much time on her hands, she wandered the gardens. Too bright and colorful for her tastes, but she can see how it keeps the morale of citizens high, if nothing more.
That was, of course, until she saw you.
The Goddess halted in her steps and for once, was a loss for words. Has she ever laid her eyes on something so beautiful? Hela was always surrounded with the army; coarse, rough individuals that share her similar tastes for gruffness. You were the complete opposite from the strong, aggressive soldiers in her battalions.
Just from here, Hela knew you were soft. The dark navy blue dress was quite snug on your body, clinging to you like it was a size too small. Not that the Goddess minded; she thought the curves outlined were quite gorgeous even if some may find it unsightly.
A simple obsidian headband was wrapped around the crown of your head with two braids flowing down from the sides, and Hela could see the black wrist wrappings on your forearms, your fingers bare but your fingertips stained black as if you dipped your hands in ink the night before.
It was the mark of a sorceress. A low level one, of course, but the mark nonetheless. As children, magic wielders are marked with an enchantment to give them status as gifted magicals. Only when older and they learn the countermagic, can the enchantment be removed. You weren’t that young, but definitely in your early years. No older than mid-twenties… Compared to Hela, who was easily over five centuries old.
The Goddess watched on as your fingertips sparkled and she could see your magic from here… A brilliant green color shined around the Dreamshade flower that was once a royal purple. The color of the petals shifted to black, to white, and then to dark green, like your magic. It was such a trivial thing that no one would notice, but Hela did. She noticed how you used your magic for the little things.
You enchanted the flowers in the garden, created an echoing melody that the birds would sing in the air, reflected the rays of the sunlight on the novaroses to encourage a faster growth so more people can enjoy them faster. Simple things that no other would care for, but you did. Your touch, while meant to do great and incredible things… wasted on flowers.
“My, my, what you have done here,” Hela decided to make herself known to you, stepping out into the sunlight and standing behind you with her arms crossed and her hair pulled back, braided around the silver crown marking her as the princess of Asgard.
Almost immediately, you reeled back, shaking your hands behind your back to shoo the magic away. “Goddess Hela! What a wonderful surprise to see you here!”
“Mmm, isn’t it just?” Hela smirked, her confidence radiating off of her. She knew she was hot, and she had no issues making this known to all the Nine Realms. Her eyes were always dark and commanding, matching her posture and the way she held herself up. Better than everyone else. And she was better than everyone else.
When you didn’t move, the Goddess narrowed her eyes, brows knitting down but the smirk remained on her lips. “Well, go on then little one… Kneel before me.”
Many before had hesitated to do as she commanded. If they weren’t in the army, most ran from Hela before she got close, terrified of her wrath and knowing her temper to be nothing short of explosive. But you did no such thing. Instead, you did exactly as she commanded.
In mere seconds, Hela got the pleasure of watching your body come down on your knees in front of her, both hands resting on the garden’s path as you bowed your head down and stared at the woman’s heeled boots. What a lovely surprise; the little sorceress was so obedient and did exactly what she wanted!
Hela gave a little chuckle; dark and deep. You shivered at her sound, something akin to excitement racing down your spine as you watched the Goddess’s feet move closer before she lifted her right foot and tucked the toe of her boot under your chin. Very slowly, she tilted your head upward to meet her eyes and you gulped, hands still fisted in the dirt.
“Hel, aren’t you just the cutest thing in this garden?” Hela cursed, her boot digging into your throat and leaving a mark of dirt against your skin. You didn’t move. “Obedient and gifted… Tell me little one, do you fear me?”
“Yes, my goddess,” You answered without hesitation.
Hela smiled, pleased with your answer. “Good. Fear is the most intelligent response in my presence, is it not?”
“Yes, my lady,” You dare meet her eyes with your own and Hela felt your shiver from the tips of her toes, all the way to her shoulders. Bright green irises swirled with magic as she stared into your soul, making your breath hitch for the briefest second. She looked past your eyes and within.
Hela slowly removed her shoe from your neck, standing on both feet once again before she reached down, letting her nails rake across your cheek. It was light, harmless… and then she met your throat. Her fingers curled into the flesh of your neck and you were lifted from where you kneeled, high enough for her to meet your eyes closer.
“Little pet,” She purred in your face. “Calm your thoughts now. They are so loud that you make it obvious.”
Blush decorated your entire face as you whimpered, resisting the reflex to hold her wrist for stability. Hela saw your struggle and found it amusing, clearly reveling in the suffering of others like it was her favorite pastime. Your breath came out slightly choked and gurgled as she loosened her hold on your neck. “P-Please forgive me, majesty…”
“Forgive you, you say?” This was all a joke to Hela, and she was wondering just how far she could take this. Very carefully, she removed her hand and placed her palm against your cheek. The Goddess heard your thoughts… She saw the inappropriate things you imagined and wondered how far you would take this as well. “I will consider this… if you do one thing for me.”
“Anything, majesty,” You pleaded, eyes wide and desperate to make amends. Hela laughed, deep in her chest. Her thumb ran across your bottom lip as she bit her own and basked in the way your lips pouted out at the touch.
“Come to my chambers, little one,” Hela commanded. You regarded her with shock. “An hour after sundown. Do not keep me waiting, understand?”
“Yes, my goddess,” You said, blushing darkly. “Anything you desire.”
We shall see, Hela thought with a wicked grin. We shall see, pet.
Even though she had invited you to her room, she still heard you knock. Hela gave a soft wave with her hand, and the door swung wide open to reveal you looking as frightened as ever. Your dark fingertips were twitching by your stomach, keeping your head down as you stepped inside of her room. The moonlight that cast through her open windows painted you in this gorgeous glow, reminding Hela of the Bifrost’s glimmering bridge.
“You take direction well,” Hela smiled wickedly.She was out of her formal attire, wearing a beautiful emerald green nightgown that complimented her body perfectly, the silken sleeves wrapped around her upper biceps, and the neckline dipping low enough to expose a dangerous amount of cleavage. It took all of your willpower to not stare at her, but Hela could see you glancing every few seconds.
“It is my duty to obey, your majesty,” You said, keeping your head down even as you heard her heels clicking closer towards you. Hela got off on this power she held over you, over anyone on Asgard. But with you, it felt far more fun. No one had been so eager to please before, and you seemed to follow mindlessly.
Hela reached out and grabbed your chin gently with her slender fingers, tilting your head upward to meet her glowing green irises. She could feel the magic flowing through you, like you were literally overflowing with power that had yet to reach its fullest potential.
“You’re strong,” Hela said, much to your pleasure. You beamed like a child receiving praise from their tutor. “You must know more than changing the color of flowers, little one.”
“Y-Yes my lady, I do,” You agreed, nodding as best you could with her holding you by the chin. Hela was beyond pleased with the answer, leaning forward enough so your face was a mere few inches away from hers. You looked at her like the goddess she was, knees shaky and heart racing.
Hela knew she had the reputation for being unpredictable. She could be smiling like the wicked death harbinger she was, showing nothing but delight and desire… And then seconds later, she could cut out your throat and feel nothing but disgust. Hela was wild, untamed, and dangerous. And she had the feeling that was the reason you were so enthralled.
“You look so frightened,” Hela taunted, her thumb tracing across your jawline. Her other hand slowly reached for your waist and she let her fingers slide down to your hip, digging into the flesh and finally getting her answer. She was right; you were so soft. “Tell me, pet… What would you do for me?”
“Anything,” You practically whined. It was music to her ears.
Hela’s fingers on your jaw slid across your face before she laced her fingers into your hair at the base of your skull. She pulled hard. You made a sound of surprise, eyes going wide and your mouth opening up to take a heavy breath.
Oh, she loved that face you made.
“Then follow my orders now, little one,” Hela stepped back a little and when she released your hair, her hand came down across your cheek. Not hard enough to injure you, but hard enough to shock you and bring your focus back to the here and now.
“Kneel.”
You dropped to your knees like she cut your legs out from under you. The way you stared up at her with those wide eyes, a growing red mark on your face from her strike, that pouty look on your face with your bottom lip jutted out.
Hela was going to ruin you.
“Now I’m not known for my patience, darling,” Hela said, flicking out her wrist and summoning her sword in one fatal movement. She heard your breath hitch, but you stayed silent. Probably wondering if you were going to survive this evening… Hela found you far too amusing to execute you. “Hold still, if you don’t wish to be cut.”
Hela lifted her sword until the sharp tip of the blade was pressing against your chest right over your heart. You were like stone, not even daring to breathe as she trailed the blade across your chest until the weapon snagged the edge of your neckline. There was a coldness across her features, but a smile went across her face as she dug the blade into the fabric and with a simple flick of her hand, cut the material of your dress clean down the middle.
The goddess smiled with her eyes this time, her intense gaze softening as she exposed your full, pretty breasts to her heated gaze. The remains of your dress slid down your shoulders and pooled at your waist, chest rising and falling with each intense breath you took. Hela didn’t pull back her sword. She tucked the blade under your chin and forced you to look up and meet her eyes.
“Good pet,” She cooed sweetly, making you smile and your eyes flutter with arousal. “Now… let’s just see if your mouth is as skilled as your hands.”
Hela unlaced the back of her nightgown and let it fall to the floor. You whimpered, actively staring now as she was now fully naked in front of you, minus her black heels. Her gorgeously pale skin looked like snow in the moonlight, hair slightly wavy from the braids they were in earlier. A few scars littered across her skin, one at her abdomen in the shape of claw marks, and another on her calf in an X shape just near her knee.
Her abdomen was toned with muscle, showing that she was a warrior and had strength to back it up. Her thighs were much the same, tight skin around muscle that looked corded and gorgeous on her. Hela knew she was beautiful, and she loved showing it off. And she was happy to show it to someone that was actively appreciating it before her eyes.
Of course, admiring her legs went more towards admiring her cunt. Hela stayed pristine at all times. Her skin was smooth and hairless from the waist down, pristine and flawless like she was made of porcelain. Hela was aroused beyond belief, the evidence dripping down her inner thighs. Much like your saliva that was dripping down your neck from your gaping mouth.
“You look pathetic,” Hela taunted, still gripping her sword and holding it by your shoulder. You just nodded, looking up to meet her gaze and staring at her tits with hungry eyes. You were quick on becoming her favorite thing to admire. “I want you to listen to me, little one. Are you listening?”
“Yes, my goddess,” You barked obediently.
Hela smirked. “You are going to come closer, and you are going to feast… And you will not stop, until I cum. If you stop, you will be punished.”
The sound you made was enough to make her throb between her legs. Hela shuddered down her spine as she saw you nod, but it wasn’t enough. Her blade twisted, and the pressure was enough to give you a small cut on your shoulder. “Speak when addressed.”
“Yes, your majesty,” You whined pitifully, scooting closer until your face was inches from her cunt. “I will be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you command.”
Hela grinned, reaching out with her unarmed hand and grabbing your face. Her thumb traced your bottom lip and you immediately wrapped your lips around her digit, dragging your tongue over the pad of her thumb and sucking hard. You looked so eager to serve her, and she was feeding off of your energy.
“Open up,” Hela commanded. You opened your mouth wide, sticking out your tongue as she slid her thumb down the appendage and pulled you in by your hair. She was done waiting and pressed your mouth against her pussy with her body curling forward at the relief she felt on your tongue.
You didn’t waste any time getting to work. Your mouth closed around her, and your tongue traced from her opening towards her clit, circling the bundle of nerves with almost expert precision. The pressure was light at first, like you were afraid to add too much force behind your licks. But your hesitance went out of the window when Hela sighed, her head falling back as she practically rolled her hips forward on your mouth.
Hela didn’t expect you to take initiative so abruptly. Her eyes widened when you grabbed at her thighs, digging your blackened fingertips into the corded muscle as you applied more pressure to her cunt and licked like you were practically born for this servitude.
You were good… Hela hadn’t expected this from you. Fuck, you had a very skilled tongue. Every lap at her pulsing clit made her shiver with delight, and when you moved just right, it sent shocks down the back of her skull. Hela noticed how you didn’t close your eyes, and you were staring at her like you couldn’t get enough of her.
Before Hela could give you another snarky, teasing remark, you bent forward a little more and wiggled closer between her legs and wrapped your lips around her clit. You sucked hard, teeth grazing across her hypersensitive nerve bud and making the goddess of death cry out in pleasure. Her abdomen caved in, muscles tightening as she lost the grip she had on her sword and let the metal clatter down to the floor.
“Gods above,” Hela said through breathy gasps, grabbing at your hair and yanking you back away from her cunt, much to your dismay. You broke off of her, your face glistening with her arousal and breathing heavy like you just came up from underwater. “W-where did you learn to do such things, pet?”
Hela had never stuttered before. But you nearly made her collapse, and she was at a loss for words. You looked so pretty, her juices drenching your face from the nose down and a look in your eyes that just screamed you wanted more.
“I…” You swallowed hard. “I don’t know, majesty… This is the first time I’ve done this.”
Hela’s heart thrummed in her ribs, hands twitching in your hair as she finally realized what was happening. This woman, this pristine and terrifying warlord, The Goddess of Death, was having the privilege and pleasure of being your first lover. Your talent was natural, raw, and she wanted more of it.
There was a pause in her thoughts before Hela growled like a wolf. “Get back here.”
Your tongue went right to her opening, tilting your head all the way back and pushing inside of her tightness with a hard breath through your nose. Hela shuddered, loving the sensation of your tongue inside of her pussy and practically grinding against your mouth. Her body was thrumming with heat, chasing her pleasure on your maw and basking in your attentiveness.
Hela didn’t need to give any direction. You knew exactly what to do, how to do it, what she wanted and how hard she wanted it. And just as she commanded, you only used your mouth. Your tongue flattened on her clit and you lapped at her as if she was your only source of sustenance. Hela was shameless with her sounds, loud enough that she was certain the entire castle could hear her pleasure.
“That’s it pet,” Hela said breathlessly, one hand still in your hair while the other was squeezing her breast, pulling hard on her nipple for extra stimulation. You noticed, wishing you could reach and do it for her, but your fingers did all they could against her skin, grabbing at the goddess’s rear and squeezing the flesh with every stroke of your tongue.
Hela rolled her hips forward, grinding on your mouth until she angled herself just right and damn near collapsed. Both hands grabbed at your head and she pressed you hard into her body. Your nose smushed against her pelvic bone, cutting off your breathing while she held you perfectly still and tugged your hair.
“Right there,” Hela commanded, eyes rolling back and her inner thighs shaking. “Do not fucking stop.”
Like the obedient pet you were, you obeyed wordlessly, whimpering against her cunt and making the goddess shiver from head to toe. She was teetering on the edge, her nerves wound tight like a bowstring, pulling back and making her hold her breath. Hela groaned, biting on her bottom lip and urging you to keep going with praises mixed with threats.
“Good girl, just like that,” Hela said in an out of breath tone. “Come on, come on my little whore, fuck your goddess!”
You moaned loud, the vibration going from your tongue against her clit and Hela felt the bowstring inside snap, her whole body going rigid and pleasure washing all over like a cold storm. She practically collapsed on you, her knees wobbling and tugging on your hair so hard that it gave you a headache.
Hela growled like a beast with every new wave of euphoria, shaking against you and making sure that you knew even though she was reduced to a moaning mess, she was still in charge here and you had no real power. Hela could still slice your throat if she wanted when she was finished with you.
It wasn’t until Hela felt overstimulated did she pull you back, forcing you to stop licking and sit there with a pitiful whimper and your eyes glazing over. You looked wasted, and Hela was so satisfied that your intoxication was from her pussy. She knew that look, the way you were salivating and how your eyes kept darting down to her cunt and up to her eyes.
You are addicted now. Had Hela not stopped you, you could have kept eating her out all fucking night long. Maybe if you were good, she might let you one night… Hela was definitely not killing you; you were her new prized possession.
“Look at me,” Hela demanded, tapping your cheek with her hand. You panted, still wet from the bridge of your nose down to your chin. “Focus, right here little one.”
“Yes, your majesty,” You said obediently. Your voice sounded gravely and out of breath, but nonetheless sweet and melodic.
Hela smiled, and it was truly genuine. Her eyes softened, and there was no malice in her stare like all the times before. She reached down, lifting you up to your feet and grabbing the back of your neck. You couldn’t even catch your breath before she was bending down and shoving her tongue into your mouth, tasting herself in your saliva.
You moaned, reaching out and cautiously grabbing at her waist while she held you and moved her lips on yours with not so much hunger as it was starvation. Hela wanted more, but this time, she wanted you.
“This is what will happen, pet,” Hela said between heated kisses, pulling your attention back as best she could. “You will lie down on the bed, face down. Put your ass in the air, and present yourself to your goddess.”
The noise you made was comical, and it had Hela’s blood rushing to her ears. She grinned, leaning forward until she could whisper in your ear with that growl in her tone that you loved so much, as evident from you shivering.
“You belong to me, understand?” Hela snarled. You nodded quickly. “You are my personal whore. Not another soul in the Nine Realms can have you.”
“Yes,” You huffed, nuzzling against her face and drawing her attention to how desperate you were acting. Hela had always wanted someone to worship her beyond the battlefield. She’s had amusing lovers before, but you? You were something special.
“Say it,” Hela demanded, reaching down and smacking your rear with both hands. You jumped forward, stumbling until your body was flush against hers. The softness of your breasts against her own was a good feeling, and she wanted to feel it every single damn night. “What are you, pet?”
You said it obediently. Hela could practically smell your horniness. “I’m the property of Goddess Hela… I’m her slut.”
She smiled, wicked and dark before grabbing at the remains of your torn dress and pulling until the fabric joined hers as a heap on the floor. Hela grinned, seeing the dark green lingerie under your clothes and wondering if you wore it just for her.
“Good girl,” Hela smiled, her hand sliding across your chest and down until she was cupping your whole clothed sex with her hand. “Now get on the bed and let me see your pretty pussy.”
