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Spoils of War	By : razzaname Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 49618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I can't make any promises about the speed of updates etc, but I would like to continue this one. I have a few ideas about who'll be getting involved over the next few chapters.
A couple of references and minor spoilers for Ragnarok will be in this one for a bit more background. But anyway, time for someone else to join Jane and Darcy.
The battle for Asgard had ended quickly. Thor and Loki had fought to defend the remaining citizens of Asgard, and it hadn’t gone well for them.
That green monster they’d brought for back-up, Hela had summoned a spear of black and flung it from the edge of the city to suffocate in vacuum. She’d let Loki sneak off to the treasury, knowing full well he wouldn’t find anything.
She’d prepared for invasion; she’d conquered whole worlds before this, she knew all the mistakes defenders could make. Chief among them was leaving any weaknesses somewhere accessible.
All the weapons from the vault that might potentially be a danger to her had been concealed in far more secure places. The Crown of Surtur had been placed within the reanimated body of her dead wolf Fenris, where no one would think to look and fewer could find it. The Infinity Stone was within her throne.
That would make the new expansion of Asgard much easier. She’d recreated the throne from the black shards and spears she could summon, all but indestructible. Only her will could extract the cube.
Loki had fled only to return, more panicked than ever.
“It’s gone!” he shouted.
“Gone?” Thor said. “What do you mean it’s gone?”
“It’s not there, what do you think I mean?”
“But that was-”
“Are you quite finished?” Hela had interrupted.
She no longer saw any reason to toy with them. The battle had been fierce, but short, and her brothers fell into the waters of Asgard, impaled on black.
The current carried them outwards; she summoned walls of her spears out from the ground beneath the waves to catch them. She could make use of their bodies.
Then, she returned her attention to the ship, still preventing it from departing. All the survivors of Asgard were crowded aboard, alongside a few strangers. Hela tightened her grip, and her manifested structure pulled the ship closer.
It would be so easy-
A lone women stood between Hela and them. She’d been knocked aside in the earlier battle but now she was back, holding a sword aloft as though it was any threat. She gave no ground.
“You wish to persist in this futility?” Hela said. “I have just killed my two brothers, what can you bring that would give me pause?”
The woman barely faltered. So willing to die.
Something about that posture, that fact, that look… It made a memory flicker inside Hela. After a moment she smiled.
“Ah,” Hela said. “The last of the Valkyries. It was so easy to kill your sisters, would you rejoin them so easily?”
Valkyrie ran at her; Hela sidestepped, manifested a sword to deflect and disarm. Instants later and he had one hand around Valkyrie’s throat.
“Do it then,” the Valkyrie said, defiant.
“Do you think your sacrifice will save them?” Hela said. “I remember the Valkyries, intended to be the greatest defenders of Asgard. The people are just there, so easy for me to snuff out, and what have you done for them?”
Valkyrie glared.
Hela paused. After a fashion, she was bluffing. It would be foolish for her to kill all the Asgardians; if she did what was she to be Queen of? Some would need to live, to serve.
True, she could form armies from the fallen with the Eternal Flame. They would be far more reliable when the time came to conquer other worlds. But she still needed a people.
They thought her a monster though, thought her the Goddess who would bring death to them all. If that was their fear, it was only smart to encourage it. Fear was an effective means of control.
She had experience at this, at maintaining dominance over worlds. To firmly subjugate Asgard, then…
Hela released Valkyrie, taking a step back. Valkyrie’s eyes never left her.
“If you could save them, what then?” Hela said.
“I’d never trust you,” Valkyrie said.
“I give you my word as Queen of Asgard,” Hela said. “Skurge has fallen, there is only one other I wish to kill, but the rest may live as my subjects despite this… betrayal. If you serve me, and for so long as you serve me all those that do not betray me will remain safe.”
“Never.”
“Indeed?” Hela said. “I wouldn’t have thought a Valkyrie so quick to put her own pride before her people. Why else were you all women, if not to avoid the machismo and pomposity of Asgardian men?”
Valkyrie hesitated, and in that moment Hela knew she had her prize.
“Remove your armour,” Hela said.
Valkyrie glowered at her. Then, slowly, she slipped off her blue cape and began to dismantle the white armour that guarded her form. Beneath she had on a simpler dark garment, resilient only over her upper body and leaving her arms bare.
She placed the metal on the ground, then looked back at Hela, hate in her eyes.
Hela smiled. Perfect.
The easiest way to control a people was to give them a symbol. Valkyrie defended them, and would surrender everything for them. Thus, any who resisted would do so in her name.
And they would not do so futilely. They would fight to keep the Valkyrie’s myriad upcoming sacrifices from being in vain.
Oh, they would plan an overthrow, they always did, but it would be a long, long time before any plan was assembled. By then she would have broken Valkyrie, she’d completely own the symbol of their resistance, and any motivation or spirit they had would be gone with her.
And she would truly be Asgard’s Queen.
“Kneel,” Hela said.
Anger flashed across Valkyrie’s face. Nonetheless, slowly, she obeyed.
She heard a small gasp ripple through the watching Asgardians. That was right, they were still there, still watching. That made this all the sweeter.
“One day, I will kill you,” Valkyrie said.
“Doubtful,” Hela said. “And it does not matter. Today, you are mine.”
Hela gave a small smile. In that moment Valkyrie’s eyes widened; she likely remembered the old days as well, Hela’s spoils from each of the worlds she’d conquered.
Good. So it wouldn’t need explaining.
“Remove the rest,” Hela said, standing over the kneeling Valkyrie.
There were a long few seconds of silence. At the very least, Valkyrie didn’t seem surprised.
Indecision flickered across her face for several seconds. Her pride, her body, or the survivors of Asgard. She met Hela’s gaze, needing no words to express her dislike.
It only made Hela smile as, slowly, Valkyrie removed the last vestiges of her clothing. She threw them to the ground as though they were weapons, the treated top even sending cracks through the ground with the sheer force of it.
She’d had to stand to get out the rest, but at a silent look from Hela she’d returned to kneeling there. She faced the Goddess of Death, and kept her back to the people she was protecting.
Hela took her time. This was always her favourite part, breaking someone in.
She regarded the Valkyrie, taking in the full sight of her. Her body was nicely toned, as a warrior’s must be, her breasts high and firm and each capped with a small, brown nipple.
She never stopped glowering, even as she presented herself.
“Turn,” Hela said.
Valkyrie took as long as she could to obey each order, showing what resistance she was able. Soon she was facing the crowd of Asgardians on the ship, all those eyes watching her.
There was no question among them they wouldn’t be able to leave until Hela wished it. Hela’s undead army still amassed around them.
Hela approached, tilting her head to appreciate Valkyrie’s ass. Like the rest of her it was toned, well-trained, yet still nicely shaped.
“Bend over.”
To have the Valkyrie take such a submissive posture for her sent a thrill through Hela that she didn’t show. She knelt, admiring the way Valkyrie’s small boobs fell, and how her ass looked presented like this.
Hela slapped it. A small cry escaped Valkyrie’s lips, more from shock, before she bit her lip. Hela’s hand cracked down her ass twice more, neither time gaining a sound.
“You will obey be as soon as I ask you to do something,” Hela said. “You will not wait, you will not hesitate, or else all of Asgard will see their champion spanked like an unruly child. Do you understand me?”
“Screw you,” Valkyrie said.
Hela didn’t need to speak to respond. She rested one hand on the small of Valkyrie’s back, preventing her from shifting or moving too much, and lifted the other up, ready to bring it down.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed, again and again. Hela kept count in her head.
Much of what she did had to be done in her head. She couldn’t afford to display any wants, she much preferred the respect being Queen offered. Still, just because very little of it showed on her face didn’t mean she wasn’t enjoying the situation.
She spanked Valkyrie, each strike using a fair portion of her considerable strength. It would take a lot to make her darkened skin turn red, though Hela knew she could manage it.
Eight, nine, ten… Her hand kept smacking, Valkyrie biting her bit and keeping quiet despite the pain.
She squirmed, but she was kept in place by Hela’s other hand. Ass in the air, just asking for the punishment, and her face could only look either down submissively, or up to meet the eyes of the people she was being spanked for.
Twenty three, twenty four…
Hela kept up a regular, fast pace, a slap coming down each second with the same amount of force. She varied angle, sometimes alternative cheeks, sometimes aiming right for the middle.
There was something to be said for spankings. As far as punishments went it ought to be ineffective, but the humiliation of it, particularly in front of an audience, proved so intoxicating.
Asgardians were too proud to surrender to pain, but there was no being proud when your ass was up in the air, slowly turning red under a rain of open-handed strikes.
Sixty five, sixty six, sixty seven…
“Ah!”
It was only then Valkyrie cried out, the stinging proving too much. Hela smiled, and made sure her next few slaps were harder.
By ninety, Valkyrie’s ass was a delightful bright red, and despite her best efforts whimpers escaped her lips with each blow.
Her expression still remarkably uncaring, Hela continued the spanking to a hundred, then lowered her hand. There was silence for a few moments, Valkyrie quickly trying to steady her breathing.
“Do you understand?” Hela repeated.
Valkyrie hesitated again. Then she spoke, reluctant, words dragged out of her.
“Yes,” she spat.
“Good,” Hela said. She stood up again, please. “Stand and face me.”
She obeyed faster that time. Despite her attempts at composure there was a slight flush in her cheeks, her breath ragged. It did nothing to lessen her glare.
“Bend over,” Hela said, ignoring her expression. “Not on your knees, just show them your ass.”
Mechanically, Valkyrie did so. She met Hela’s eyes as though challenging her; Hela looked past her, instead taking in the reactions of their audience.
Some were enjoying the show; it was hard not to when watching a body like Valkyrie’s. Most, however, had a kind of horrified fascination on their faces. They were scared, but they couldn’t wrench their eyes away.
Perfect.
“Stand,” Hela said, moving closer. “Turn.”
Valkyrie took a moment too long to finish turning, so Hela grabbed her hair roughly to force her around the final few degrees, holding her in place to meet the gazes of the watchers.
“All of those people just saw you get spanked,” Hela said. “All of them are going to see you get fucked. Yes, that’s going to happen, you know it is. How does that make you feel?”
“Like you care.”
“I don’t,” Hela said. “But I want you to tell me. Do you look forward to it, or do you fear it?”
“I’ll never be scared of you,” Valkyrie said, confidence not quite ringing true.
“So you want it,” Hela said.
“No- ah!”
Any response from Valkyrie was interrupted with a cry of surprise as two cold fingers slipped into her pussy.
Hela took her time caressing, taking pleasure in curling her fingers and expertly sending a few sparks of pleasure through Valkyrie. Despite her best attempts to hide it, a moan escaped her lips.
Hela withdrew her hand, holding it a short distance in front of Valkryie’s face.
“Remarkably wet,” she commented.
Valkyrie said nothing. Hela paused, letting the moment linger.
It always amused her how much of an effect this had. No species had total control of their bodies, there were always a few uncontrolled reactions, yet people inevitably got so ashamed when those reactions were pointed out to them.
“Open your mouth,” Hela said. When Valkyrie hesitated; “I am more than happy to spank you again.”
Valkyrie opened her mouth; Hela slipped her two fingers inside, rubbing the juices from her cunt against her tongue.
“How does it taste?” Hela said. “Tell me. Do you enjoy tasting how wet I made you?”
“It’s… good,” Valkyrie said, quiet.
“I’m glad,” Hela said. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty more opportunities to taste it. Now, kneel again.”
Valkyrie exhaled heavily, getting back down onto her knees.
“Face me,” Hela said. She paused. “Good. Now lie on your back.”
Valkyrie knew what was coming next. Still, she didn’t falter then, apparently relishing the opportunity to lie back and stare daggers up at Hela.
She didn’t blink, even as her bare back touched the cool ground. Her head was closest to the watching ship, but thankfully she couldn’t see them.
Instead she could see Hela, garbed still in her armour and her grand crown, standing over her. She parted Valkyrie’s legs with her feet, and Valkyrie watched as a cock manifested from the same black material Hela could create. It was fitted firmly to her armour; there was no need for Hela to strip here.
Her armour seemed manifested from a similar substance too. Valkyrie fully expected there was some extension of the toy on the inside, giving Hela some more physical enjoyment from what she was going to do.
Hela knelt between Valkyrie’s hips, meeting her eyes. She rested both her hands on Valkyrie’s sides, almost gently.
“Ask for me,” Hela said, simply.
Valkyrie said nothing. Despite that, Hela displayed no anger.
“I will not force you,” Hela said. “I will wait for as long as it takes. Until you ask for me, I will not enter you, and we will stay here. You will stay on your back, I will stay read to use you, and the people of Asgard will stay cramped and huddled together, waiting for a chance to be free. If you take too long, I may get bored and start killing. But I will not hurt you. You will stay here, and I will wait until you beg.”
Valkyrie snorted; Hela did nothing, her posture relaxed.
It was several minutes before Valkyrie realised Hela didn’t seem to be kidding. She had to lay there, exposed, beneath the person she hated most in the world and wait.
She had the power to end it, but she would so hate to give Hela the satisfaction. No.
Hela never looked away, regarding Valkyrie with unnerving patience.
It was the better part of an hour before Valkyrie groaned. No, she was saving the people of Asgard. This was why she’d decided to come back, decided to help.
“Fine,” Valkyrie said, irritated. “Fuck me.”
Minimalist; Hela smirked. Clearly Valkyrie was still trying to stop her getting all the satisfaction she could out of this; apparently she didn’t realise how enticing it was to have one of the Valkyries who’d tried to kill her even just whisper that.
“Louder,” Hela said.
Another moment’s pause. Valkyrie looked up, saw the crown, saw the face of the woman who’d killed all her sisters. She couldn’t look away.
“Fuck me,” Valkyrie said, again, barely any louder.
“I said louder,” Hela said, more firm. Her grip on Hela’s sides tightened, her gaze turned colder.
Damn it.
“Fuck me!” Valkyrie shouted, easily loud enough for the Asgardians to hear.
“Good girl,” Hela said, running one finger down Valkyrie’s cheek. “Again. More.”
“Fuck me!” Valkyrie shouted again, and hesitated. “I want you to fuck me!”
“Where?”
“Fuck my cunt!” Valkyrie shouted. At Hela’s stare demanding more, Valkyrie relented. “Fuck my slutty wet cunt, please, just fuck me damn you!”
“Perfect,” Hela said, so softly, and Valkyrie hated how satisfied that voice made her feel.
And then Hela pushed inside, lining her fashioned cock up with Valkyrie’s entrance and moving up to the hilt in just one thrust.
Hela leaned down, every inch of her armour-clad body able to touch Valkyrie’s exposed form. Her face was close enough for Valkyrie to feel her nemesis’ breath.
“There,” Hela said. “Just like you asked.”
There was no slow movement, no easing in. One moment Hela was stationary, letting Valkyrie feel just how full she was.
Then Hela was moving, hips pounding back and forth as Valkyrie’s legs shook either side of her. Hela exulted with each thrust.
The friction the toy gave against her own cunt was nothing compared to having a Valkyrie like this, all hers.
Valkyrie closed her eyes, trying to blot out the face of the person plucking those gasps from her lips, trying to forget who it was filling her up.
“Look at me,” Hela said.
Reluctantly she had to open her eyes, vision filling with the face of Hela, glorying each time her hips hit Valkyrie’s.
Valkyrie’s tits were pressed against cool metal, nipples hardening despite themselves at the contact. Hela didn’t pay any attention to them, but then this wasn’t for Valkyrie’s sake.
Despite that, there was undeniable technique to Hela’s movement. She knew how to angle, knew where to thrust, and the upper ridge of her artificial cock brushed past Valkyrie’s clit each time.
A traitorous moan escaped Valkyrie’s lips.
She stared straight up. Somehow watching Hela was preferable than contorting her head to look back; all she’d see then would be the people watching, the unavoidable reminder that this shame was far from private.
Hela paused for a moment as she heard it, smirking, twitching her hips just enough to elicit the same noise.
“Do you enjoy this?” Hela said.
“Fuck you.”
“You begged,” Hela said. “So quickly. And those sounds… Do you enjoy being my whore?”
Valkyrie continued to glare. Hela trailed a hand up her body, lifting herself up to better look down and press a hand to the Valkyrie’s throat. A whimper.
“Will you cum?” Hela said.
“Not for you.”
“Then perhaps a challenge,” Hela said. “If you’re right and you don’t cum before I do, you’ll be free. You will not be my prize, but the people of Asgard will be safe and you may join them. But if you do cum, you’ll be mine and I’ll claim your ass right here.”
To punctuate her words, Hela thrust down. Valkyrie instinctively bucked, arching her back and pushing her chest against the stronger woman’s.
“I won’t,” Valkyrie said.
“Then what do you have to fear?” Hela said.
“Fine,” Valkyrie said. “I accept.”
“Good,” Hela said. She smiled, and leant down to whisper. “I’m going to enjoy watching you cum.”
Valkyrie fought to keep her expression blank, but it was hard. She bit her lip, tried to force down the moans, and hated how Hela’s knowing gaze made it so much harder.
She hated how good it felt, how each thrust sent shudders all through her body, how she could never recall being fucked nearly so well by her countless experiences on Sakaar or before, how everything Hela did that should have made her angry just made her want to scream.
Hela’s hips hit hers, flesh smacked flesh, and the toy hit spots inside Valkyrie she didn’t know were there.
She fought the ecstasy, squirming, but no matter how she positioned herself Hela kept fucking, kept finding the right angle. Soon she couldn’t bite her lip and she just screamed, throwing her head back and arching upward, her body taking over and pushing against Hela, desperate for more.
No matter how hard she tried, how much she tried to remind herself of who Hela was, pleasure mounted and surged and-
Hela stopped.
“You’re very loud for someone that doesn’t enjoy this,” Hela said, audibly amused.
She spoke softly, quiet enough that only Valkyrie could hear.
“Shut up,” Valkyrie said.
“You wouldn’t be about to cum would you?”
Valkyrie faltered. Hela smiled, and began moving again.
She was slower at first. The bliss Valkyrie had felt had briefly faded, but the slightest movement from Hela brought it back.
In seconds she was crying out again, as close as she was before, right on the brink. Pleasure-addled her mind didn’t want to fight it any more, just wanted to feel-
Hela stopped again, drawing a needy whine from Valkyrie’s lips. She muffled the sound as soon as she realised she was making it.
When she could refocus her gaze she saw Hela, still above her, still with a confident smirk. Hela never broke eye contact as she began moving again, began thrust, bring Valkyrie yet again to the point she thought she’d lose their challenge, only to stop.
Valkyrie glared. Couldn’t she even lose in peace?
“What are you doing?” Valkyrie said.
“Waiting,” Hela said.
“For what?”
“For you to beg me to be allowed to cum,” Hela said. “For you to plead for the honour of having your Queen fuck your ass. For you to thank me for opening your eyes to how you are nothing but a depraved whore for my use.”
“You’re deluded,” Valkyrie said. “I’d never say that, no matter what you’d do to me.”
“We’ll see,” Hela said. She smiled, almost fondly. “I’ve done this before you know, before my exile. One of my prizes needed some discipline, so I kept her on the brink for four weeks. Always inside her, always keeping her so close to cumming her toes curled, but never letting her reach it until she’s apologised for everything I could think of. Do you think you’d last that long?”
Valkyrie glowered.
Hela smiled, and began to move again.
It lasted several hours, Hela showing no signs of being remotely tired. She thrust just enough for Valkyrie to moan, then stopped, then started again until Valkyrie cried out louder than before. It was never enough though, no matter how much Valkyrie wriggled.
At some point Valkyrie had stopped trying to avoid cumming, and started struggling to ensure she could, to try and get a bit more friction.
Instead Hela pinned her wrists to the ground to prevent her touching herself, and kept making her writhe.
“Please,” Valkyrie whimpered eventually, her voice more defeated than it had ever sounded.
“You could have stopped this at any time,” Hela said. “I think you must enjoy it. Fucked and displayed for all of Asgard.”
Right, they were still there. The people. Relying on her. Valkyrie tried to replay that over and over in her head, tried to use that to justify herself. It didn’t quite ring true.
“Please!” Valkyrie shouted, louder.
“Tell me what you want,” Hela said.
A few moments passed, filled with just the sound of panting and the sound of fucking.
“Oh fuck,” Valkyrie cried out, easily loud enough to be heard. “You’re going to make me cum, I’m going to cum from you using me. Please, let me cum, make me cum for you, let me-”
“And?”
“I want you to fuck my asshole!” Valkyrie shouted. “I want you to keep using me here, I want you to show everyone that I’m nothing but your anal whore. Thank you for teaching me that, please give me your cock in my ass, keep fucking me, please!”
“Say my name,” Hela said.
Valkyrie hated every word, but despite that it only made the seething ecstasy inside her all the more intense. She glared at the Goddess of Death, glared at the crown, and felt her body react nonetheless to Hela’s toy and words.
“Hela!” Valkyrie screamed, and as she did she felt ecstasy consume her.
She shook, it somehow being worth the wait as her whole body tingled and trembled and a scream escaped her lips.
She fell back to the ground, limp and barely able to move. Hela’s face was still above her; she felt so dirty, cumming with a cry of her name, but even that was far from unpleasant, now.
Damn it.
It was a moment more before Valkyrie remembered what Hela had promised.
Damn it again.
“On your hands and knees,” Hela said.
She didn’t give Valkyrie more than a few seconds’ break. Breathless, Valkyrie sat up, then leant forward until-
“No,” Hela said. Valkyrie paused. “Face them.”
Of course. Valkyrie still took a few seconds to obey; even after everything it seemed like too much. Then she turned over, getting onto her hands and knees with her ass in the air, and her head facing the ship still packed full of Asgardians.
It was still held in place by one of Hela’s structures, still filled with people. Many looked tired now, but all were still rapt, all not knowing what would happen left. They only knew their lives depended on Hela.
Well, she could take this. It was humiliating but, well, she drank, she’d done her share of humiliating things.
Hela’s toy, slick with the Valkyrie’s juices, pressed against Valkyrie’s ass.
“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” Hela said. “A good whore like you must have.”
“None of your business,” Valkyrie said.
“You weren’t nearly so spirited when you were begging for me to fuck you here,” Hela said.
Valkyrie looked down; Hela reached forward, bunching a hand in her hair and tugging back sharply, pulling Valkyrie’s head back.
“No looking away,” Hela said. “Look at the people you’re getting fucked for. Look at the people who see your true nature. And for that I will assume you have done this before, and will treat you as such.”
Hela thrust forward without a moment more warning, burying her toy into Valkyrie’s ass. Even when she was inside though she didn’t rest, pulling out then pushing forward again.
She tightened her grip on Valkyrie’s hair, using that to maintain her punishing pace. Valkyrie cried out despite herself.
It was a good thing Hela was right; she was far from new to this. Even so, few of her experiences had Asgardian strength, and none were as big as Hela’s toy.
It was much easier for Valkyrie to moan now, and she did. No matter what she thought of Hela her body relished the sensations, pushing back against each thrust. There was no point in hiding that any more.
Hela’s hips cracked against Valkyrie’s ass, the sound no doubt loud enough to be heard by their audience.
“We’ll have to find something else you haven’t done,” Hela said, quieter. “That can mark you as my toy, and I think I have an idea. For later. You can look forward to it.”
Valkyrie moaned. She wasn’t sure she could talk back any more.
“This won’t just be the one time,” Hela said. “You belong to me now, my prize for taking Asgard. I will use you every day if I wish it, and ensure all the people know that you’re mine.”
Valkyrie hated how that thought made her cry out louder.
Her back arched. It only took several minutes before she felt something stir inside her again, an ecstasy threatening to overwhelm again.
That time she didn’t try to force it back. There’d be no point.
“I hate you,” Valkyrie managed to get out.
Hela smirked.
“Good,” she said. “Tell me.”
Valkyrie hesitated, caught off-guard.
“Tell me how much you hate me, toy.”
“I hate who you are,” Valkyrie said, and moaned. “I hate everything you’ve done, all the people you’ve killed. I hate- Ah! I hate what you stand for, everything you’re trying to bring back. I hate everything you’re doing, I hate you for what you’ve done today, I hate you Hela and- ah!”
“And you’re going to cum,” Hela said. “You hate me so much, and yet you’ll cum with my cock in your ass. Won’t you?”
Despite herself Valkyrie had to cry out. All the anger Hela had stirred up was making her body harder and harder to control.
“Yes!”
“How often have you cum from having your ass fucked?” Hela said. “It can’t be often, even you’re not that much of a whore yet. And yet you will, because I’ve made you submit.”
Valkyrie moaned.
“Tell me,” Hela said.
“I’m going to cum from you fucking my ass!” Valkyrie shouted, now without even a hint of shame. “You’re going to make me cum like only a whore can.”
Valkyrie arched, eyes closing as she pushed back and-
“Keep your eyes open or I stop,” Hela said, firm.
It should have been an easy excuse, a perfect opportunity to disobey. She didn’t even know how Hela knew what she’d done, but she could have ended this-
Valkyrie opened her eyes at once, staring down the Asgardians and the other species on the ship. With a sudden, undeniable moment of clarity she realised what it meant that all those eyes were on her.
How many hundreds of people were there? Each and every one of them were going to watch her cum with Hela’s cock in her asshole, each of them had seen her spanked and fucked and humiliated by the person she hated most and-
And Valkyrie came screaming to the thought, barely paying attention to Hela’s low groan as she thrust forward. It was the first true sound of pleasure Hela had made.
Valkyrie didn’t react as Hela touched her neck, forming a collar around it. Then, slowly, Hela withdrew, leaving Valkyrie on the floor.
Her hands had dug into the ground, fingertips desperate to grab something, and she still shook and gasped for breath. Why did the most intense orgasms of her life have to come from her?
“Face me,” Hela said, ignoring Valkyrie’s exhaustion. “Face down, ass up.”
Struggling, Valkyrie obeyed. It was something of a relief to rest her head on the ground, and to look away from the myriad eyes.
“Spread your cheeks,” Hela said. “Good. Hold it until I say otherwise.”
A final humiliation then. Valkyrie barely resisted, reaching back with both of her hands to display her asshole to the crowd. She must have quite an impressive gape after Hela’s display.
Hela stood, her toy dissipating as she strode forwards. She turned to regard her handiwork, pleased, then returned her gaze to the audience.
“Congratulations,” she said, almost mocking. “You can return to Asgard. All of you. You newcomers, you can consider yourselves citizens here. For so long as you serve me, are loyal to me, you will be forgiven. Your betrayal in following Heimdall has been… forgiven, thanks to your Valkyrie.”
There were a few more seconds of silence. Hela groaned, annoyed.
“You can go,” Hela said. “Come down from there. Heimdall is the only one of you I wish to punish. The rest of you, return to the city. And take a good look at the Valkyrie as you pass her, though I expect you’ll find this will become a common sight.”
Valkyrie kept her face on the ground, staring down to avoid paying attention to how many people must be trekking past her. It seemed to go on forever.
That, and she tried to ignore how Hela’s words were getting her wet again.
Four Weeks Later
The Bifrost flashed and whirled, and Hela strode out. Behind her, nude save for their collars, Jane and Darcy followed.
Hela didn’t slow down. Jane and Darcy hurried to keep up with her, both looking around the realm of the gods as they walked.
Heimdall stood with his sword, operating the bridge, though Jane couldn’t help but notice something odd with him. Green flame seemed to flicker over his body.
“Come,” Hela said.
Heimdall didn’t turn to watch them go. It made their nudity a little more comfortable as they left the chamber.
As Hela walked she lifted her hands to her head, reforming her crown. Darcy did a double-take.
“Cool.”
Then they were out on the long bridge leading to the main body of Asgard. Jane glanced at Darcy then. There hadn’t been too much time to consider what was happening on Earth, but now they were here the prospect of being marched naked through a populated city was…
Well, unnervingly, it wasn’t an unpleasant thought. Just embarrassing. Then again, Hela seemed to enjoy that.
Those were Jane’s thoughts at least. Darcy was just grinning, though she might have just been taken in by the sight of Asgard.
The realm was stunning as it had always been, though it didn’t look the way Jane remembered. The gold still shone but there were signs of a battle, most repaired but scars still remained. Patches of architecture not quite looking like they belonged, dark soldiers that shone with an eerie emerald light…
They neared the end of the bridge. Hela didn’t look back, listening to be sure her spoils followed her.
“Hands by your sides,” she said. “Don’t cover yourselves.”
The road cleared as Hela walked, but there were still countless Asgardians keeping out of her way, countless eyes on them. Jane’s cheeks coloured slightly, but she obeyed, her collar feeling all the more noticeable.
It was almost more humiliating because Hela wasn’t looking at them. This exposure wasn’t for her pleasure, it was just for them, just to ensure they realised how much they were expected to obey her.
Just putting them in their place.
Darcy grinned over at Jane, apparently pleased to have an excuse to go topless (to say nothing of bottomless). Jane gave a slightly more nervous smile back.
It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it, just that she didn’t enjoy how much she enjoyed it. She’d never considered herself an exhibitionist, or all that adventurous, and here she was…
And then there was the whole sex slave thing.
Honestly, Jane knew why she’d chosen it. It wasn’t like Hela’s offer wasn’t appealing; she’d be looked after, she’d live in Asgard, and Jane remembered how incredible the place was. A comfortable life, and all she had to do for it was have amazing sex.
Yes, there were things she wanted on Earth, a few people she’d miss, but Darcy was here and honestly a lot of her life goals had felt more and more meaningless.
She was a scientist, she enjoyed the thrill of discovery. Now though that was so much harder to attain.
Thor had fallen out of the sky, and all the big questions she’d wondered about might as well have been child’s play to the people of Asgard. It took the sense of accomplishment at finding something out about the world, and made it feel more like she’d solve a worksheet at school.
She was finding something out, but wasn’t discovering anything. There was nothing new that hadn’t already been found. It just… didn’t feel the same.
Whereas being paraded through fairly busy streets without a stitch on was certainly an experience she didn’t thinks he’d forget.
Hela’s pace had slowed, intentionally making their display take longer. Jane squeezed her legs together every few steps, trying to contain the ache.
So what if this new path made her degree worthless? It already felt like it was, and at least she was achieving something tangible, even if it was just pleasing one person.
They reached the palace. Hela turned, a few steps into the hall, and looked at both of them. She seemed glad to see they still followed, still uncovered; her eyes lingered over Jane’s moistening cunt.
“There are rules to follow,” she said. “You will, of course, do whatever I say when I say. If you desire companionship you may play with one another, and any other spoils I accrue, but no one else without my express permission. Just be sure you are always ready for me. And Jane, no one else is allowed use of your asshole unless I say so. Understood?”
Jane and Darcy nodded. Jane bit her lip, while Darcy seemed a bit more excited.
You may play with one another. That thought should have been so strange, Jane reflected. Darcy was just her friend, that wasn’t the kind of thing they did. At least, not sober. Now-
Now apparently it was just going to be their life, and Jane couldn’t bring herself to care; and given Darcy’s expression, she clearly didn’t mind either.
“Come with me,” Hela said, turning to continue. “I have one other prize you should meet.”
Someone else? Jane glanced at Darcy.
Darcy took her hand. The gesture felt somehow more intimate now, with the rest of their bodies exposed. And despite her nerves Jane couldn’t wait until they were along, the ache between her legs that the walk there had caused needed taking care of.
Instead of privacy, they were taken to a large bedchamber towards the side of the palace. In it was a dark-haired, dark-skinned woman practising sword-techniques, brandishing a blade at the mirror.
She stopped the moment Hela came in, putting the sword down as though she’d been caught doing something she shouldn’t have been. Hela didn’t seem to care; if anything she seemed amused that the woman thought she would.
“Jane, Darcy,” Hela said, gesturing to each of them. “They are my new spoils, from Earth. This is my Valkyrie.”
“I have a name,” the woman said.
“I don’t care,” Hela said. “You are the Valkyrie that gave herself to me, body and- well, body. I was thinking we made it complete.”
“What more could you do to me?” Valkyrie said.
“A few things,” Hela said. “First, I make it a point that each of my toys will do something for me that they have never done with another. It… formalises the arrangement. Jane here gave me her ass, Darcy cleaned a cock that had been there. For you it is not nearly so simple, there is not much more I alone could do to you that would suffice.”
Jane glanced sideways again, unsure. Valkyrie seemed more willing to fight Hela than serve her, and she didn’t know how she’d feel being part of…
Then again, her body reacted every time Hela spoke.
“Put on your armour,” Hela said.
Valkyrie paused.
“I will not ask twice,” Hela said. “If you wish to be taken out to the square and spanked again I will do so.”
“Why?” Valkyrie said.
“Because I tell you to,” Hela said.
Hela began to move closer; Valkyrie quickly moved to the tremendous bed in the chamber. She ducked beneath it, pulling out pale metal and a streak of blue.
“You’ve never let me wear anything before,” Valkyrie said.
“I’ve never stopped you,” Hela said. “Do you think I didn’t realise you kept it?”
It didn’t take long for Valkyrie to stand, dressed head-to-tie in white and gold, with a blue cape over her back. It was a rather striking design.
When she stood she met Hela’s gaze with a glare of surprising ferocity.
“It means something,” Valkyrie said. “The armour of the Valkyries.”
“I’m aware,” Hela said. “I’ve seen it before, or did you forget?”
Valkyrie’s teeth clenched.
“It’s a fitting garb for you to wear when you give yourself to me,” Hela said.
“Never,” Valkyrie said. “I will not devalue this armour. I might not have been much of a Valkyrie for the last thousand years, but I never debase what it meant.”
Hela’s expression didn’t change.
“I won’t permit you to continue this delusion,” Hela said. “Jane, Darcy, move out of the way. You’re free to go.”
Valkyrie faltered. Mystified as to what was going on, Jane and Darcy moved to the side; Hela did the same, standing on the opposite side of the doorway to the two of them. Valkyrie stared.
“What?” Valkyrie said.
“I am not keeping you here,” Hela said. “Consider the price paid. You may rejoin the people of Asgard, wear that armour, and there will be no repercussions save for the fact you would have given up this role.”
“Like I care,” Valkyrie said. She paused. “What’s the catch?”
“None,” Hela said. “Your other choice would be to bend over that bed and allow me to do whatever I wish to the last of the Valkyries, and find something that she hasn’t yet done.”
“I don’t trust you.”
“I give you my word as Queen of Asgard,” Hela said. “If you choose to leave now no one will be punished.”
A silence dragged on. Despite the armour, Valkyrie seemed less sure of herself than when she was exposed.
Darcy sidled closer to Jane; Jane tried to ignored how she could feel the heat from her friend’s body.
“Asgardians are weird,” Darcy whispered.
“Tell me about it,” Jane said, just as quietly.
Was this just their thing, fighting all the time?
“Why?” Valkyrie said.
“So that there is no misunderstanding,” Hela said. “You can put up whatever fight your pride demands, but you will always know that, here and now, it is your choice. You chose to give yourself to me, you chose to bind yourself to me. You want to be mine, no matter how much you hate me. I am making you do nothing; all of this is your choice.”
“You’re wrong,” Valkyrie said.
“Then leave,” Hela said. “And never be mine again.”
Despite Valkyrie’s glaring, she didn’t move. She regarded the Goddess, the spiked crown, and the open door, at first indecisive, and then apparently angry at her own indecisiveness.
Then Valkyrie groaned, exhaled, and walked over to the bed. She looked down at it for a moment, hesitant. Then she bent over, head touching the mattress and forcing her ass up higher.
That part of her wasn’t covered by armour at least, instead being surrounded by some tight-fitting, presumably durable material that still showed off the contours.
Hela smiled and approached. She rested one hand on the offered rear.
“Now beg,” Hela said.
Valkyrie still faltered.
“For what?”
“I won’t feed you words,” Hela said. “Tell me what you want.”
Hela leant down, whispering too quiet for Jane and Darcy to hear.
“Tell me what you want the Goddess that slaughtered your sisters to do to you, while you wear their armour.”
Valkyrie whimpered. Hela stood up, waiting.
“Hela,” Valkyrie gave a desperate groan.
She closed her eyes, keeping her poise over the bed.
“I want you to own me,” Valkyrie said. “To fuck me and use me until I can’t think of anything but how you fill me. Turn this armour into the symbol of a whore, fuck my cunt and my ass until I’m just a slut rather than a warrior. Make me scream your name, please- oh fuck I need you to use me.”
Hela slapped her ass once; then her fingertips dug in and tore, ripping the otherwise resilient fabric until a torn patch exposed Valkyrie’s ass.
Jane couldn’t help but stare, appreciative. Ok, maybe she should give real thought to that Asgardian kink possibility.
Valkyrie reached back, spreading her cheeks without needing to be told.
“They’re both yours, Queen Hela,” Valkyrie said. She faltered as she said the words, but carried on regardless. “All of me is yours to use, however you want. I’ll be nothing but a slut for you to fuck, holes for you to fill, a tongue to serve you, a body for you to display, an ass for you to spank, a neck for you to choke…”
She gasped at the slightest touch from Hela. She still seemed to hate how much she relished it, but despite that she eagerly shuddered, awaiting more.
“Good,” Hela said softly. “Now tell me. Have you had more than one person at once?”
“…Yes,” Valkyrie said.
“I thought so,” Hela said, trailing her fingertips over the exposed skin. “How about two in one hole?”
Valkyrie’s eyes widened. “No,” she said, after a second.
Hela smiled.
“Please can you give it to me,” Valkyrie said suddenly.
There was a flicker of… it wasn’t quite fear in her voice, but a certain degree of trepidation. Apparently she didn’t know if she could manage that, but she seemed to want it nonetheless.
“Which hole?” Hela said.
Jane watched Valkyrie’s expression, caught up in it despite herself. There was something so captivating about how Hela did things.
After a fashion Valkyrie was in control, saying what she wanted and where, and yet after each question her expression seemed all the more submissive. She pleaded to be used for Hela’s pleasure, begged for Hela to do whatever she wanted.
When Hela silently beckoned, Jane gladly approached.
“My ass,” Valkyrie said, quietly. Then, louder, she continued. “Fuck my ass! Whore my asshole out, share me, fuck me with one of your other toys, make me submit even to one of them, stretch me so I won’t be able to forget how much you own me. Please- oh fuck, please I want two cocks in my asshole, I want you to use me, I want to hurt, I want to never be able to doubt again that I belong to you. Please!”
Silently, Hela recreated her own toy-cock. She didn’t disrobe, though her armour did tighten around the toy, confirming it would apply friction to her.
As Jane neared Hela brushed her pussy with one hand, granting her another, smaller toy. Jane glanced down, surprised.
She’d never used one before but, well, it wouldn’t be too hard could it? Intrigued she touched it, gasped slightly as the base both rubbed against her clit and part of the toy shifted inside her.
It was slick, naturally smooth, not quite frictionless but far from rough either. It wasn’t the same as the one Jane remembered being fucked with; apparently this one was designed for anal, particularly double anal, straight away.
Hela adjusted position, aimed, then moved forward and in the space of half a second her hips slammed against Valkyrie’s, every inch of the toy now inside her. Valkyrie yelled, pain quickly turning to enjoyment as Hela started moving.
“Thank you, thank you, oh fuck, thank you,” Valkyrie panted, Hela’s pace barely letting up.
“Remember, you begged for this,” Hela said. “Remember how much you need this.”
“So much, fuck, so much, I need to be your slut.”
Eyes wide, Darcy moved closer. A hand slipped between her legs, while another climbed her chest to pinch a nipple. She bit her lip, shamelessly staring.
Amused, Hela glanced at her.
“Darcy, do not cum until you’re cleaning one of our cocks,” Hela said. “Jane, come here, be ready to join.”
At the implication that it was happening so soon, Valkyrie whimpered.
Skin hit skin; then Hela moved back, just the head of the toy resting inside her new toy’s ass. Hela stopped, resting one hand absently on Hela’s back.
“Your turn,” Hela said. “Fuck yourself on me, show me how much you need this.”
Valkyrie didn’t hesitated at all, immediately pushing herself back. Her lips parted, a gasp of delight mixed with desperate shame.
She cried out, forcing Hela’s cock completely inside her, and gripped the bed tightly with one hand to get up friction, speeding up the pace with which she pounded herself.
Darcy shifted, taking Hela’s implicit permission to touch herself as an excuse to get close to the side of the bed. She knelt, watching Valkyrie’s face contort in bliss, imagining herself in her place.
She didn’t know if this was something she could take, but then neither did Valkyrie. Hela had a knack for making people want to do anything.
“Stop,” Hela said, with a slap. She turned. “Jane, stand here.”
Valkryie bit her lip; Darcy saw nerves along with need on her expression. It sent another jolt through her.
Jane moved closer, standing just over Hela’s cock, her own toy resting against Valkyrie’s back. Valkyrie immediately shifted position, reaching back with her hands to spread her cheeks again.
“Please,” Valkyrie groaned, desperate.
Hela moved back, the thinner tip of her toy leaving some of a gape for Jane. Hela’s hands reached around Jane to help position her, pressing her against the entrance too.
“Are you ready to be mine?” Hela said.
“Yes, fuck yes, please!” Valkyrie shouted.
She was pushing back against them already; Hela had to move a hand down to her ass to still her, making her wait for when Hela wished to give it.
“Please, Queen,” Valkyrie gasped. “Fill me, break me, fuck my ass with two cocks so I can never forget this, so I can never forget how much I pleaded to be used by you. Make me your toy, your slut, your whore, make me anything you want just please, fuck me!”
Jane heard Hela made a pleased sound behind her. She could picture the Goddess’s smirk.
“Push,” Hela murmured.
Jane obeyed. Hela moved forwards, her body pushing Jane’s in turn, and both cocks slid inside. Jane stared down, captivated by how Valkyrie’s ass so-slowly opened for them.
“Hela!”
Valkryie gave what could only be called a shriek, arching back as she felt herself be filled more than she ever had been in her life. Far too slowly for her, both Hela and Jane moved in until neither toy could fit any more in.
They didn’t even have to move to leave Valkyrie gasping. Her fingertips dug into her own skin, still keeping her cheeks apart and affording an even better view as both toys filled her.
Hela wrapped her arms around Jane, gripping the base of her ribcage, and guided her movement. Slowly each of them moved back, neither entirely leaving Valkyrie.
“Again?” Hela said.
“Please,” Valkyrie cried. “Fuck my ass again, both of you, fill me with two cocks, I- ah!”
Hela still moved slowly, more interested in making the Valkyrie plead than hurting her. She’d removed her armour, leaving a softer covering on her upper half that pressed to Jane’s back and made her go forwards too.
Until, again, both the toys were buried inside a breathless Valkyrie as she pushed back, somehow wanting even more.
Hela began to move, while her arms held Jane steady. Her toy began to pick up more of a pace, fucking Valkyrie’s stretched-open asshole with increasing vigour.
Darcy squeezed her legs together, feeling a bolt of longing as she watched. She slipped a finger lower, brushing her own ass with an extremity that felt woefully inadequate.
Longing to move, Jane couldn’t help but stare. This was so far beyond anything she’d ever thought she’d be part of, yet the rush it filled her with was undeniable.
It was when Valkyrie moaned that Hela’s grasp lessened.
“Fuck her,” Hela said, low. “Use her the way you’d want to be.”
Tentatively, Jane shifted. She pulled the toy back, unused to how it felt to use a strap-on, and couldn’t help but gasp as the base of it shifted inside and against her.
Ok, she could get used to this.
She started slowly, not confident enough to reach Hela’s pace. She moaned, feeling the tightness of Valkyrie’s ass send pressure back through the toy.
Slowly, she kept moving. Her pace was different to Hela’s, both alternately in and out and fucking Valkyrie at different rates; judging by the sounds she was making she enjoyed the sensation of being used like that.
Darcy curled two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt, a moan escaping her lips.
Valkyrie looked so good in her armour, dressed up like a warrior but so gladly bent over, and she gave an ecstatic scream with each thrust. It was more than that though.
It was more, too, that seeing Hela in her crown looking more dominating than ever.
It was Jane, and seeing her best friend in a whole new way; seeing her in nothing but a collar and some magic version of a strap-on, seeing that look of concentration on her face as she helped humiliate an Asgardian…
Darcy slowed her hand a moment before she felt like she was going to cum. Hela had ordered her to wait and she’d try to obey.
Still, it was hard. The look on Jane’s face, the sounds Valkyrie was making were as tangible as a touch.
“I’m going to cum!” Valkyrie shouted suddenly. The words toppled out, all in one breath.
“Why?” Hela said.
“Because you’re fucking my ass,” Valkyrie said, immediately knowing what to say. “Because you’re sharing my asshole, because you’re making me yours and making me want it and I’m such a slut I’m cumming from it, fuck, please can I cum, please can you let me cum and make me yours?”
“You wanted this,” Hela said.
“Yes!”
“You begged for this.”
“Fuck- yes!”
“And now you’re going to cum with two cocks filling your ass, because it’s what you need, it’s what you want no matter what you pretend.”
Valkyrie seemed long past faltering. She cried out, a sound that might have been meant to be a yes.
“Then cum.”
Valkyrie screamed, pushing back against the two toys in her, arching and contorting her face. Jane felt Valkyrie’s ass squeeze, keeping a hold of the toy.
Darcy had to lower both her hands, breathless, afraid the slightest touch would bring her to join Valkyrie.
It was the better part of a minute before the Valkyrie slumped forward onto the bed, knees almost giving way. When Hela pulled herself and Jane back the Valkyrie gave an almost unconscious, needy whine.
Her eyes widened as she realised what the sound was, and she quickly cut it off. Apparently her mind was a little clearer, her shame more apparent, so soon after an orgasm.
Still, there was a sated smile on her face that only Darcy could see. When Hela pulled her back off the bed, making her kneel, Valkyrie quickly schooled her expression.
“Darcy,” Hela said. “Clean Jane’s. You may cum while it’s in your mouth. Valkyrie, kneel, you know what your role is.”
Unsteady on her feet, Jane ran over to the side of the bed. Darcy was already shifting to the best position to blow her friend. Valkyrie meanwhile had to straighten, supporting her weight on trembling knee and legs. A loose flap of fabric fell down, ensuring her ass was still exposed despite the armour.
Hela looked down at her, resting one hand on her slave’s cheek.
“What would your sisters think if they could see you now?” Hela said.
Valkyrie hesitated, then. She glanced down, seeing her uniform. It couldn’t look particularly dishevelled, it was meant to survive war after all, yet somehow it looked it.
“Fuck you,” Valkyrie said.
“You’re back to that?” Hela said, weary. “And yet we both know I made you do none of this. Open your mouth.”
Despite her words, Valkyrie obeyed at once. She didn’t even flinch as Hela languidly lay the toy over her tongue and pushed it forwards.
“Lick,” she said.
She smiled, content, as Valkyrie immediately obeyed. He could feel twitches, vibrations, as Valkyrie’s tongue went to work.
“I have a suggestion for you,” Hela said. “It is not an order, I will not make you do this. There will be no consequences either way.”
Valkyrie looked up, lips still wrapped around her Queen’s cock.
“If you were truly my whore,” Hela said, “You would walk out of the palace in your armour, bend over the wall in the square, and spread your ass to show the people how you gape. You would ensure that they know, even when you look like a Valkyrie, you would rather debase yourself for me than fight for them. You would make certain everybody knew that, no matter what, you are just my anal whore, my prize, that willingly lets herself be used however I want.”
A small shiver ran through Valkyrie. She seemed almost glad her mouth was too busy to respond.
“Of course,” Hela said, “Only someone who truly belonged to me would do that.”
There was a lustful glint in Valkyrie’s eyes that promised, no matter what, she would more than likely have been found out in the square, not long after.
Hela would admit to being pleased by this toy’s progress.
Meanwhile, Darcy had wrapped her lips around Jane’s artificial cock without a second thought. Darcy fingered herself madly as she did, one hand between her legs while the other was on Jane’s hip, steadying herself.
Darcy gave a muffled moan as she cleaned the toy, eyes closing as her mouth reached the base.
Jane couldn’t look away from her. Darcy had started obeying Hela so quickly, despite the fact just hours ago she’d never tasted anyone’s ass. Now she was cleaning up Valkyrie’s, and she’d already tasted Jane’s.
Jane couldn’t quite breathe. Seeing Darcy like this, moaning and flush and especially with a rather close view of her chest, it only made the ache that had been building up since long before Valkyrie worse.
“Use- use your fingers. Please,” Jane gasped, desperate.
She hesitated as soon as the words escaped her lip. Somehow that felt like crossing a line.
Despite the fact Darcy was literally sucking her strap-on, and had just plain fucked her earlier, all of that was with Hela and at Hela’s command. This, it was just the two of them, just what Jane wanted, just one friend asking another to-
Darcy met her eyes, and with an eagerness Jane was really going to have to ask her about later, ran her free hand up the inside of Jane’s thigh and up underneath the toy. One slipped into her cunt while the other aided the friction the toy provided against her clit.
And Darcy kept sucking the toy, kept moaning as she rubbed herself, and kept looking at Jane-
Oh Goddess Darcy was inside her-
It just took seconds for Jane to moan from all the stimulation, and that in turn set Darcy off, who buried Jane’s cock in her mouth as she came in an attempt to intensify the experience.
Darcy moaned, so close her lips would be tasting Jane if not for the toy, sending vibrations that only made Jane shake even more.
Both friends came, and both fell to the floor as they rode out the aftershocks.
Amused, Hela waved her hand to dismiss Jane’s toy. She looked over them for a moment and then, deciding she’d done enough for the time being, departed the room.
Valkyrie had already left. Hela was sure she knew where to.
Meanwhile Jane and Darcy lay there, panting, red, and more satisfied than they could ever imagine being.
It was a second before Darcy realised her head was resting so close to Jane’s still-wet cunt, and before Jane realised Darcy’s tits were against her skin. Neither moved.
Ok. This whole spoils of war thing wasn’t so bad.
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