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Spoils of War	By : razzaname Category: Marvel Verse Movies > no category yet Views: 49627 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Next chapter will probably be getting back to the porn with less set-up, though when that'll be I don't know. There are four chapters I definitely want to write, and of course of a nice variety of characters with potential, especially if I go deeper into the TV universes.
Let me know what you think.
Hela watched with some amusement as her latest prize stumbled out of the building, holes clearly still sore. She liked it when the people she used wouldn’t be able to forget her so quickly.
She enjoyed the sight of Wanda’s ass, the scandalised shock of the world leaders gathered before her, for quite some time before she spoke.
“Former leaders of Earth,” Hela said. “Your heroes have fallen, beaten or surrendered themselves to me. Your armies are no match. This world is now under the dominion of Asgard, and I am your Queen.”
Hela paused. She surveyed the group, taking in which ones were afraid and which ones were enraged.
“I could travel to your graveyards and raise a legion of the dead,” Hela said. “Before I came here I was sure to ask about your war memorials, and their locations. If those numbers proved inefficient I could slaughter your military and add them to its ranks. I have done this on other worlds. I have been… convinced to give you more freedom than this, however. For this, you may thank the hero that is just leaving.”
More eyes went to Wanda. Hela smiled.
It was childishly simple manipulation, as she’d done before, even on Asgard. Give people heroes rather than martyrs, make those heroes sacrifice something to gain something Hela cared little about, the people would respect the sacrifice and by extension be more loyal to her.
“All the realms of Asgard give according to their ability,” Hela said. “You have little in the way of technology and strength, so you will give raw materials. Useful metals and gems, gold, pigments, to return Asgard to its former glory. Let us say fifty percent of what each of your nation independently produces.”
A few voices raised; Hela extended a hand, warning, a black sword materializing beside her arm.
“Silence!” she ordered
They obeyed stunningly quickly.
“Those that give less will be found, and a legion of the dead will be deployed to ensure their future honesty. If your nation struggles with trade, seek the help of your neighbours. I do not care about your pride or your petty national squabbles; you are my subjects now, which in turn means I will not stand for you destroying yourselves, not while there are still things you may offer me.”
And that was when the portal opened in the ground, sparking yellow opening, swallowing Hela whole, and closing again.
And on another continent entirely, a weary Dr Strange lowered his arm.
He’d detected the dimensional incursion some time ago, but in the time it had taken him to get a fix, too much had happened. He couldn’t trap anyone with a portal while they were moving around rapidly, and didn’t want to risk it while they were near others.
He was only alerted to her presence when she’d been on Earth for a little time, each time she visited. He periodically checked in on her when he did, peering through a small portal, waiting for when he had a good shot.
When finally she’d been alone on the stage, he’d been curious enough to wait a few moments, see what it was this latest invader wanted. When he’d heard enough, he’d banished her.
Idly he checked on his chosen dimension; within there was a minor spatial loop, limited to the material rather than forces. Hela would be falling, and she would keep falling endlessly, never able to kick off of anything or gain any force.
All the sword-throws and created spears in the world wouldn’t do her any good; all that could happen was that space would loop and she’d impale herself.
He nodded. It seemed about right; she’d been caught off-guard, left hurtling downwards. She tried throwing her constructs, discovering the loop that way. He was rather proud of that prison.
And then-
“Heimdall!” Hela shouted, audibly annoyed.
There was a flash of light. Stephen Strange blinked, and then the prison was empty.
Ah. Ok. That wasn’t good. He’d need to contact the other sorcerers.
Natasha and Wanda stepped out into Asgard together, Wanda still unsteady on her feet.
The Bifrost was an entirely new experience, even after everything they’d been through. It was wild, barely controlled, roaring around them for an untethered few seconds.
Normalcy was as much of a shock as the start of the roar. They stumbled forwards, nudity all but forgotten after the transition.
A man, flickering with green fire, stared ahead. He barely seemed to notice them.
And then past him was a group of four people, other woman, all collared like they were. Natasha straightened, moving ahead a little.
She recognised three of them. That was the advantage to keeping up to date on SHIELD’s intelligence files. It always paid to be informed.
Three were known associates of Thor; the fourth she didn’t know.
Those four had turned to face the Bifrost, and when Natasha and Wanda had come through, they’d begun to approach. Wanda slowed, still limping slightly, still flushed.
“Oh my god,” one Natasha recognised as Darcy Lewis said, eyes wides.
“Darcy!” Jane Foster said, not meaning to be overheard. Then she turned back. “Um, hi? I guess Hela picked you up too.”
Hi. Natasha chuckled a little at the plainness of the greeting. Meanwhile Darcy was tugging on her friend’s arm.
“Jane!” Darcy said, insistent. “That’s the Black Widow. You’ve got to recognise her, come on.”
“What?” Jane said. She blinked and looked back. “Oh. Wow. Um.”
“Natasha,” Natasha said, finally getting close enough. “And you’re Jane. Darcy. Lady Sif.”
“Just Sif,” Sif said. “I have no title in this Asgard.”
“And…” Natasha began, uncertain.
“She calls me her Valkyrie,” Valkyrie said. “She doesn’t get a title, apparently I don’t get a name.”
“I’m Wanda,” Wanda said.
“I know!” Darcy said excitedly. “Scarlet Witch. Scarlet Witch and Black Widow, oh my god you’re both here, and, uh- Well you’ve got the collars and you’re… Guessing you know what Hela does, and you’ve joined us, and… can’t fault her taste. Never can.”
Natasha cleared her throat. Darcy glanced down; it might have been a more contrite gesture if she wasn’t standing right in front of Natasha, and hadn’t already been so audibly appreciative.
Before they could say anything else, they were interrupted by the roar of the Bifrost coming to life again.
Hela came through the middle, some way above the ground, yet still managing to land neatly on two feet. She scowled.
“Heimdall,” she said. “Locate… whoever that was. I want to pay them a visit.”
It was a moment before she turned her attention back to her spoils.
“A minor squabble,” she said. “It will be over with soon enough. Heimdall!”
She spared them little attention. Six pairs of eyes stared at her as Hela turned back, returning into the Bifrost.
The one advantage of magic was how easy it was to quickly summon an army. Dr Strange had returned to Kamar-Taj with his sling ring, intending to speak with the multiple sorcerers already there.
He’d been there a minute before light shot down from the sky, scorching a symbol in the Earth.
When it had faded, Hela stood there, crown on her head, surrounded by sorcerers both trained and amateur. Strange spun around.
Hela raised an eyebrow, surveying the scene.
“So, this world has magic,” she said.
Strange straightened quickly, adjusting and hiding is surprise. That was another advantage to magic; he was always prepared.
“We protect the Earth,” Strange said. “We’re not going to stand by and let you do whatever you want.”
“You think you can stop me?”
Strange raised his hands, shining runes appearing around each, magic sparking off of them. Around his neck, a pendant began to shine green.
Hela snorted.
“You have a handful of tricks,” Hela said. “Don’t overreach yourself, I am a Goddess. You are not a threat, you are an irritant.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve irritated a god into leaving the Earth alone before,” Strange said. “Don’t underestimate an irritant.”
Hela focused, preparing to manifest various weapons. There were several dozen sorcerers that she could see, likely more behind her, but no matter what skills they had their bodies were still human.
They were still fragile. She would admit, though, that this was rather more of a challenge than she’d expected.
Jane hadn’t mentioned magic. Then again, perhaps she didn’t know. They hadn’t accompanied the Avengers, after all.
“I have been giving your world a chance,” Hela said. “If I wished it, I would raise your dead from their graves, outnumber you with an army of your own. Or I might conquer this world with my subjects from other realms. Midgard will fall, and nothing you do can change that.”
“Did you miss the ‘already beaten a god’ part?” Strange said.
Hela responded by throwing almost a hundred spears at once, creating and propelling them in the same instant. Several shards of black shot at each sorcerer, both those she could see, and those she could not.
Maybe half had sling rings, able to swiftly form minor portals that the spears short into. Of them, only a third were able to react fast enough, both being able to form a portal and form it in the right place to redirect her attack.
Yet the barrage continued. Even after the initial flurry, more spears and blades shot out, around the portals or after they’d closed.
Twelve seconds on, and Hela stopped. The last blades embedded themselves in the wall.
Only she and Strange stood. In front of him, countless blades had been frozen in the air, robbed of all speed a hair’s breadth from his face.
“You were saying?” Hela said. “You can try to banish me again, and I will only return. I am rather sick of banishment. What could you possibly do?”
Strange sighed.
And then there was a strange hum in the air, an odd whirring. Hela saw the golden runes around his hands through the almost-wall of weapons pointed at him, and saw them change to a shining green.
There was the sound of splintering, only in reverse. Thousands of black blades and lances shot through the air, backwards, wrenching themselves out of walls and repairing the holes they left, before shooting back and dissipating in the air.
Shards were pulled from the bodies of sorcerers, dragging all of them back to their feet. Those in front of Strange began to move again, shooting back also, before they vanished as they’d appeared.
And then Hela stood, surrounded by the same sorcerers, facing down Strange.
Her eyes narrowed.
She’d felt that. Asgardian science was on the cusp of magic as it was, she knew enough to step out of the pull of whatever that was, to be able to perceive rather than be rewound herself. It was… persuasive though. Powerful.
Far more powerful than anything this backwater world ought to have.
Her gaze found his pendant, a shining green thing not unlike an eye, the same light that surrounded his hands. That was the source?
Wait. That. Hela closed her eyes, annoyance bordering on anger now. Another one?
Two in one day. Unbelievable.
She wasn’t prepared for that, she’d admit. No one expected a random world to have access to multiple Infinity Stones. He had better command of it than Vision too, albeit still incomplete.
Were his control total, no amount of magic or science would have allowed anyone to step outside its grasp on time. Even the wielder might struggle.
Still, he had more understanding than she was comfortable with.
“Have I made my point?” Strange said. “Leave this world. We might not be able to hurt you, but I can trap you, ensure you never hurt another living thing.”
A direct fight wouldn’t work; nor would her army. He could rewind them back into their graves. Fighting an Infinity Stone was never a good position to be in, when the wielder had even the barest amount of power.
Hela laughed, fire never fading from her eyes.
“Oh, this is not over,” Hela said. She looked up. “Heimdall!”
Strange watched the light fade, unsure whether to be disconcerted or relieved.
Jane, Darcy, Sif and Valkyrie sat themselves down on the edge of Heimdall’s platform. He paid no attention to them, the green in his eyes focused only on what was ahead of him.
Natasha and Wanda neared. Natasha’s posture was confident, but she would still always be wary in a new environment.
“Is he… always there?” Wanda said. Her accent was thicker when she was nervous.
“It isn’t a he any more,” Valkyrie said.
“Hela animates him,” Sif said. “Ensures Heimdall keeps his post at the Bifrost, but he pays attention to nothing else. Don’t be self-conscious around him.”
“Don’t be shy in general, helps a lot here,” Darcy said.
Unsurprising. Natasha moved closer, sitting on the platform herself. Darcy and Valkyrie were on the sides; she chose to sit beside Darcy, and Wanda in turn sat beside her.
She’d have to think about Wanda. She’d seen a side of the younger hero she’d never expected to see, well not outside of a new late-night fantasies; now it was hard to look at Wanda without imagining how she’d looked begging for Hela to fuck her ass.
In a way, they were pleasant thoughts. Her body certainly thought so. They were still disturbing though, after all they implied.
But as far as she was concerned she and Wanda were still Avengers, even here. They’d help each other; Wanda seemed nervous around these strangers, particularly exposed as she was, so Natasha would do what she could to act as a buffer.
“So, Black Widow,” Darcy said, still grinning. “You’ve joined us?”
“We made a deal with Hela,” Natasha said. “We come, she is… kinder to the Earth.”
“Nice,” Darcy said. “I’m just here for the sex.”
Jane flushed slightly then; they’d come here for such lofty goals, and she was more like Darcy. She’d come here just because she’d loved it.
“How much is there?” Wanda said. “I…” she looked down. “I’m not… experienced.”
“She will not push you too far,” Sif said. “She will take you right to your limit, perhaps one you did not know you had, but no further. She is… adept at ensuring people do not turn against her.”
“Oh,” Wanda said.
“Plus it depends on what else she’s doing,” Darcy said. “Once a day, mostly, but more if she’s in Asgard for longer. Plus we can always play with each other, if you want, she’s fine with that.”
Jane elbowed her friend. Darcy turned back, eyes wide with innocence.
“It’s Black Widow,” Darcy said emphatically. “If I have the chance to hit on Black Widow, I’m going to.”
Natasha pressed her legs together, trying to release a little tension with that pressure. She’d admit, the wait to come here, the exposure, it built up.
The fact Wanda was visibly the same, having the needy look in her eyes since her walk through the UN building, didn’t help matters.
“What-” Wanda began.
The Bifrost roared to life. That time Hela didn’t stop. She strode, taking big steps, out to the rainbow bridge, then angrily stuck one arm out with a growl of frustration.
A black spire shot out of the land beneath the water, and she sidestepped onto it, riding its rapid acceleration towards the main city.
Wanda blinked.
“Does she… do that often?” Wanda said.
“First I’ve seen,” Darcy said conversationally.
“Does she want us to follow, or do we stay here?” Wanda said.
“We should stay,” Jane said. “Normally we live in the castle, but she told us to wait here.”
“Isn’t she going to the castle?” Natasha said.
“I don’t think she’s finished with Earth,” Jane said. “She seems angry; she wouldn’t be if she was done.”
“Maybe she’s fetching something,” Darcy said. “Guess we’ll see.”
Whatever Wanda was going to say before Hela’s return was lost to distraction. All six of them stared out towards the main city of Asgard.
“Anyway,” Darcy said after a few minutes. “Natasha. About that whole hitting on you thing-”
There was a crash as Hela returned, leaping from an accelerating spire. She gestured to Heimdall with one hand; in her other she carried a shining cube that made Natasha jerk up to her feet.
“You-” Natasha began.
Hela turned to face her, glowering still. Natasha quickly fell silent. Still, Hela slowed, looking down at the cube.
“You recognise this?” Hela said.
“The Tesseract,” Natasha said. “Loki used it to try to take over the Earth. You promised-”
“My brother used this?” Hela said. She snorted. “Amateur. If I wanted an army, I would use your dead. As it turns out your world has a defender with an Infinity Stone around his neck. I intend to wipe him from the picture.”
Hela lifted the cube higher. It shone in her grasp.
“You can use it?” Natasha said. She took a slow step back to the platform. “Its history on Earth suggests…”
“I’ve no doubt it would be hard for a human,” Hela said. “But I wielded this long before my banishment, before my father went soft. He must have been too scared to keep this prize in Asgard. Any conqueror should have weapons in reserve.”
There was some indication an Asgardian had left the cube on Earth, Natasha remembered reading something about that.
Hela tilted her head, regarding Natasha.
“You meant to tell me that this too was on Earth?” Hela said. She exhaled heavily. “Three separate Infinity Stones find their way to your backwater. Why would I expect anything else?”
“And the Aether,” Natasha said. “SHIELD records called it-”
She was interrupted by a groan.
“The Aether as well?” Hela said. She raised a hand to her forehead as though she had a headache.
Jane coughed awkwardly.
“Four out of six,” Hela said. “Tied to one world. Right.”
Considerably more annoyed, she turned her attention back to the Bifrost. It roared to life.
“Oh,” Hela said, offhand. “Don’t think I didn’t notice your attempt to question me. I remind you that you are the lowest of all my spoils, and that you are expected to submit to them however they wish it.”
With that she walked through, armed with the Tesseract.
The Bifrost closed. Darcy tried not to grin too much.
“So, uh,” Darcy began.
“Sure,” Natasha said.
“What?”
“I kinda need it anyone. It’s… been a day,” Natasha said.
“There were all kinds of stories at SHIELD about you,” Wanda said.
“I expect so,” Natasha said. “I’d- normally be in a different position.”
“But you heard her,” Darcy said, and grinned wider.
Holy shit. The Black Widow. And the Scarlet Witch, but Natasha had been a fantasy for much longer.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jane was already reaching for the toys.
The sorcerers were better prepared when Hela returned. It seemed they’d expected her.
The sight of the Tesseract, meanwhile, made some flinch. Good, apparently it was known to them. It scared them, even.
“You’re back,” Strange said. “I suppose it would be too much to hope you’re here to surrender.”
“Do you know what this is?” Hela said, lifting the cube.
“I know Loki used it to summon an alien army,” Strange said. “They won’t help if the portal gets sealed.”
Hela paused. She rolled her eyes.
“You know, the more I hear about what my family I got up to, the less impressed I am,” she said. Then, more harshly, she continued. “This manipulates space itself. It can open portals across the galaxy, or by a more talented hand it can be used with more… dexterity. You are not the only one with an Infinity Stone.”
“Right,” Strange said.
He reached out with one hand, and once more a portal appeared beneath Hela. She fell into the sparking yellow circle, falling-
And reappeared just where she was, the Tesseract shining.
She was somewhat out of practise, she’d admit. It was hard to use any Stone directly; most were forced into some kind of tool to allow their wielders power. Even an Asgardian would struggle to hold one barehanded.
But the Cube itself made it easier, accessing the power within, and the intricacies of how to use it quickly came back to her.
“My turn,” Hela said, focused-
And Strange vanished, space warping where he was for a brief second. She directed the Cube to send him to the heart of the Sun.
A second later Strange returned, not even singed, the Eye of Agamotto shining on his chest.
Stone vs Stone. Hela didn’t blink.
“This will undo whatever you do to me,” Strange said.
“And you can do nothing to me,” Hela said. “One of us will have to surrender, and I’ve learnt patience over the course of centuries. It will not be me.”
Stony-faced, Strange looked back.
Darcy fitted the toy around her waist, glancing back at Natasha every few seconds as though afraid she’d vanish. Ok, this was happening. This was really happening.
Fuck, she was getting come-hither eyes from Black Widow. Darcy half-thought she’d cum there and then.
Before the toy was fully on, however, Jane moved forwards.
“Can I- uh, get you ready?” Jane said.
Natasha’s eyes ran her up and down.
“Jane!” Darcy said. “I thought you weren’t…”
“I’m not going to proposition a stranger like you,” Jane said. She hesitated, then dropped her voice. “But she’s still Black Widow. Of course I’m interested.”
“Still, can’t I go first?” Darcy said.
“If you want,” Jane said. “Or would you rather get in the mood by seeing me lick her pussy, see what I can do with my tongue, and get her even wetter for you?”
Darcy hesitated, eyes almost drifting shut as she imagined it.
“You know, it’s really not fair when you do that,” Darcy said. Then she moved back. “You first. Me second. And,” she turned back. “Does anyone else…”
Sif and Valkyrie shrugged. Well, to them Natasha might not be anyone special. Then again Darcy could spot interest in their eyes, a certain predatory keenness in Sif’s especially.
Well, even if she was no one special, Natasha was still hot. Darcy couldn’t blame them.
“I… could do with a break,” Wanda said. Despite her embarrassed attitude, she too wasn’t looking away.
When Darcy turned back, Jane had approached the sitting Natasha. She knelt, staring still; the way Natasha looked back just aroused her more.
“Go on then,” Natasha said, husky.
Jane bit her lip, then shifted. Her hands ran up Natasha’s legs, slowly spreading them.
Part of her mind was well aware she was being watched, it just didn’t mean as much as it might once have. She’d gotten used to it, and even if she hadn’t been, well, by rights going down on an Avenger should have been a once in a lifetime feeling.
She leant forwards, lowering her head.
Fuck, Natasha was so wet already. Jane had grown to love licking pussy, the heat, the taste, the noises she could elicit…
Her tongue curled, circling inwards teasingly until Natasha’s gasps took on a more desperate tone, before she crossed Natasha’s clit. There was a louder moan; Jane smiled.
Her tongue dipped lower, slipped inside.
Part of her wished she had Darcy’s perspective; that she could see Natasha’s face during this. She could hear the whimpers, hear the rapid breathing, but she wanted to see the Black Widow in ecstasy, wanted to see her arch and wriggle around her tongue.
Suddenly Natasha grabbed the back of her head; that was enough to spur Jane on. No matter what else she might want, she never needed much encouragement for this.
“Woo, go Jane!”
Was that… Darcy? Ok, apparently oral being a spectator sport was just her new normal. Jane chuckled to herself, then gasped as Natasha’s grip tightened.
Honestly the idea of Darcy watching her doing this was kinda fun. She redoubled her efforts, eager to impress. She felt Natasha pull her closer still.
Jane wriggled to get into a better position, squeezing her legs together as she did. Hearing, tasting an Avenger, being watched as she did it…
“Oh fuck, give me more!” Natasha shouted.
The sound sent a jolt of need through Jane. Her hands gripped Natasha’s tightly, keeping them apart, giving herself as much freedom as she could-
“Sounds like she’s ready,” Darcy said. “No hogging the hero.”
Her voice was slow; Jane couldn’t blame her for being breathless. Still, it was a few seconds before Jane got up the willpower to pull back, licking her lips as she did.
She took a moment to regard Natasha, take in the sight of a hero so lewdly displayed, before moving to the side. Before she could even turn back to face them, there was a moan as Darcy thrust all of her strap-on into Natasha.
Natasha arched, pushing back against Darcy; Darcy grinned and began moving.
“Hope you don’t mind that I’m a bit- ah! Impatient,” Darcy said. “I’ve been thinking- ah! About this since the first time the Avengers, you know, in- fuck! New York. I- God, you know how much of a fantasy you are, right?”
“I’ve noticed,” Natasha said dryly.
She whimpered as Darcy shifted, grabbing Darcy’s ass with her hands; Natasha threw her head back at the next thrust, crying out.
Jane stared, almost forgetting to touch herself. Just as she lowered her hand though, Natasha looked right at her.
“Want me to help with that?” Natasha said.
“Wh-what?” Jane said.
Ok, it sounded like Black Widow was offering to- ok. Fuck.
“I’m not new to this,” Natasha said. “You ate me out pretty well, let me do the- oh fuck! Come on over and I’ll do it for you.”
Natasha closed her eyes, moaning as Darcy moved again. Jane crawled closer, quickly straddling Natasha’s face, lowering down onto the spy’s mouth.
“We should do this more often,” Darcy said to her from behind, appreciating the view.
Jane flushed a little, then gasped as she felt Natasha’s tongue. She grinded, her cunt already sensitive since before the first touch.
When she looked down, all she could see was Natasha’s vivid red hair between her legs; Jane bucked, leaning forwards to give her better access.
And she could still feel Natasha moan, still feel her make all kinds of exquisite sounds as Darcy fucked her. Vibrations hummed into her, Natasha’s tongue curled around her clit, and Jane cried out.
“Oh god!” Jane moaned.
She knew that if she looked back, she’d see Sif, Valkyrie and Wanda. To say nothing of Darcy fulfilling the fantasy of a lifetime, making the woman beneath them tremble.
Jane gripped her own hips as she came. She was almost ashamed of how little time it took. Her fingertips dug in, she moaned far louder, rocking more unevenly as Natasha’s tongue teased her.
“Fuck, I’m never going to get tired of seeing that,” Darcy said, behind her.
“Mm,” Jane said, a little incoherent.
She lingered for a little time more, before shuffling, shifting off of Natasha. She was too sensitive for me. Still, she couldn’t deny a renewed spike of arousal when she saw Natasha’s face smeared with her cum, so red, so flushed, contorted in ecstasy as Darcy fucked her, and a keen lustful glint in her eyes.
Jane dragged herself to the side. She watched; this was a side of Darcy she never really saw, but had to admit she loved.
“Fuck!” Natasha cried out, pushing again into Darcy. “More, I need more! Fuck me!”
Darcy closed her eyes, almost exulting as she quickened her pace. She still found the time to thumbs-up Jane, before moving her hands to pin Natasha’s upper arms in place.
The rest of their audience watched with increasing attention. Sif and Valkyrie seemed more appreciative now of why Darcy had been so keen on Natasha, while Wanda was positively rapt.
Wanda still remembered her experience on Earth. Virgin to cumming harder than she thought possible in little more than an hour; and she remembered Natasha’s part.
Ok, it had been under Hela’s orders, but Wanda’s asshole still ached. Though she expected that was the intention; a constant reminder of who she belonged to.
It was… not unpleasant. But seeing this on top of it, seeing how outright slutty her mentor could act, seeing her get fucked and still not be satisfied… Any weariness Wanda felt was quickly overcome.
She forced herself to get up. It was a one-moment decision, making herself move before she fully considered the consequences, and by the time she was up there was no going back.
“You want more?” Wanda said.
She moved over to the toys, in her impatience using her powers to summon one the short distance as she reached for them. It didn’t take her long to puzzle out the straps.
“Turn her over, I can give her more,” Wanda said.
Natasha moaned again; she was trying to roll over with Darcy for a few seconds before she realised how she was acting. Still, she didn’t falter at all.
“Aww, I wanted a go there,” Darcy said.
“Later,” Wanda said. “She… did this to me earlier. It’s my turn.”
Wanda flushed slightly admitting that, but the sight in front of her swiftly caught her attention. By then, the two had moved, Darcy eagerly holding Natasha’s hips, as Natasha rode her toy.
Wanda knelt, positioning herself behind her mentor’s ass. Wow, this was a good view.
Natasha wriggled, bringing herself down on Darcy’s toy, mostly stilling to give Wanda a better opportunity, but still almost vibrating around the toy already inside her. She moaned.
Wanda’s attention stayed ahead of her. Ignore the people watching, just focus on Natasha, the strap-on around her waist…
“You’re eager,” Wanda said, low.
“What have I ever done to make you think I like it gently?” Natasha said. She reached back, spreading her cheeks; “Please. I can take it.”
Fuck. Wanda bit her lip, but positioned herself, pressing the toy to the entrance of Natasha’s ass.
She was far from experienced when it came to sex, but anal particularly was a mystery to Wanda. She was vaguely aware some people enjoyed it, but beyond that…
All she remembered was when she’d bent over for Hela, how thoroughly stretched out and filled she’d felt.
When she began to move forwards, she expected the same amount of resistance from Natasha; her eyes went wide at the ease of entry instead, and how loudly Natasha cried out.
She was still tight, definitely, but she was far from a virgin.
The mental image of Natasha doing this, time and time again, played in front of Wanda’s eyes. Her pace quickened, spurred on.
“Oh fuck yes!”
Natasha squirmed, rapidly bouncing up and down between the two toys, only adding to the rate at which Wanda was beginning to use her.
It sent delicious friction through Wanda’s toy, eliciting a gasp. Her mentor, so desperate, both of her holes filled… It was a kinkier situation than Wanda had ever imagined she’d be in, but that didn’t mean it didn’t thrill her.
“This a fantasy for you too?” Darcy said, looking up to Wanda.
Wanda flushed slightly, startled. It still felt so weird to be watched doing all of this.
“N-never,” Wanda said.
Wanda moved, cautiously quickening her pace. The faster she went, the louder Natasha moaned.
“Really?” Darcy said, surprised. She focused back on Natasha. “How about you, you must’ve imagined a round with the Scarlet Witch?”
“I imagined doing this to her,” Natasha said.
She just about managed to smirk, before crying out again as Wanda thrust down rather more violently.
“You take it so much better,” Wanda said, voice low.
“Oh fuck!” Natasha moaned. “Then more, give me more, fuck me harder, fuck me as hard as you can give it, please. I need to be fucked.”
Hearing her mentor plead like that sent a renewed thrill through Wanda. She sped up as best she could, eager to give what she could.
It was half-lust, half-payback. There was no question in her mind that she wanted this, that she relished the chance to make Natasha cum, but there was more than that. Her ass was still a little sore from when Natasha had used it, still a constant reminder of how hard she’d been fucked, and finally she could work that out.
Natasha shook between the two of them, screaming briefly, ecstatic.
“You’re pretty good at this for someone that wanted to be on top,” Darcy said.
Natasha only slightly faltered, and moaned instead of responding immediately. It was harder to get words out, now.
“I’m good at what I do,” Natasha said. “And- fuck! I can take it. I can take whatever you want to do to me, and I’m going to love it. Harder, faster, fuck, please!”
Both Darcy and Wanda thrust in unison; Natasha arched, crying out, hands quickly going white-knuckled against the ground.
Wanda had been trying to ignore their audience; she’d avoided flushing at Jane’s staring, and hadn’t noticed the two Asgardians talking to one another, or approaching.
She jumped when Sif was suddenly in front of both her and Natasha, also wearing a toy. Despite herself-consciousness though, her body couldn’t bring itself to slow.
“You wanted more?” Sif said.
“Fuck yes,” Natasha said.
She strained, leaning forwards; Sif barely had to get any closer before Natasha gulped down the toy, getting every inch into her mouth in her first go.
Sif closed her eyes. Already aroused from watching, Natasha was adept at finding a good angle on the toy, maximising the friction it made against the Asgardian’s cunt.
There was no gentleness from Sif; by this point there didn’t need to be. Natasha moaned around the toy, a half-choked cry sounding each time it hit the back of her throat.
Both Wanda and Darcy hesitated for a few seconds, distracted by the sight. Natasha made a needy sound, quickly making them begin again.
“Harder!” Natasha shouted again, before swallowing Sif’s toy again.
Wanda gave a soft moan, encouraged. She’d expected someone else’s presence to make her nervous, but instead she saw Natasha be used more roughly, saw how much she could take…
And then the last of Hela’s spoils approached, Valkyrie with a cocky smirk on her face. She almost pushed Wanda out the way, but didn’t quite, catching Wanda by surprise.
“Stay there,” Valkyrie said, before looking forwards. She leant over Natasha’s back; “You want harder?”
“Mm!” Natasha shouted, muffled.
Wanda’s eyes went wide as she felt Valkyrie angle her toy alongside hers, side by side. Only Wanda was inside Natasha’s ass, but it was close.
She knew Hela had mentioned it, but it seemed so… much. Especially compared to everything else.
But then Natasha was taking all of this already, and still shouting for more.
“Still want more?” Valkyrie said. This, she seemed to enjoy.
“Fuck yes!” Natasha said, pushing back off Sif’s hips for a matter of seconds, before her head was pulled back down. “Fuck my ass, oh fuck, harder, please, harder, mmf-”
Suddenly this had become…
Wanda couldn’t see much, beyond the muscled back of the Asgardian in front of her, but it was no less arousing. She felt Valkyrie’s ass back against her, felt their strap-ons line up; Wanda slowed, pulling back to make it easier.
They pushed forwards together, and Wanda could feel Natasha’s ass so tight around them, so much more than before, struggling to accommodate them.
And she could hear Natasha cry out, a long, choked sob of bliss as they filled her.
“Oh fuck yes!”
She wasn’t kidding, she really did want more it seemed. Wanda’s eyes went wide, but as Valkyrie began to move, so too did she.
She never went any faster than Valkyrie, but it was so much more intense now. Natasha’s asshole put up much more resistance, increasing the friction that went back to her, as well as reminding her of just how thoroughly her mentor was being used.
The Black Widow, triple penetrated to taking double anal, very audibly enjoying every second.
“Holy shit,” Darcy whispered, apparently caught off-guard. She quickly righted herself. “Are you sure you’re not just a bottom, because that’s seriously impressive?”
Natasha had no chance to reply, both of Sif’s hands holding her around the toy.
Wanda moaned louder, then bit her lip, achingly close. She wanted to last longer, as long as she could, she wanted to feel Natasha strain to take her.
Another long, muffled moan. Natasha might have cum; she might have cum a dozen more times before, it didn’t seem to dent her desperation.
Valkyrie quickened. Wanda hesitated before trying to match that speed, but at Natasha’s moan of enjoyment she had to, crying out herself as she couldn’t help but cum, the twin vibrations of Natasha and Valkyrie’s toy adjacent to hers proving too much.
“Stay in,” Valkyrie said quickly, glancing back, as Wanda shivered. “I don’t care if you’re done, stay there, keep this fun.”
Mute, Wanda nodded, panting. She stayed stationary, but still whimpered as Valkryie’s eager thrusting send vibrations through her.
Natasha screamed, trembling; she definitely came that time, and she still seemed to be trying to beg for more.
Hela had slowly been pushing herself further.
She didn’t have full command of the cube, but she was getting more and more attuned the more time went by. She figured out countless little tricks, worked out how to do various new things out of sheer irritation.
This Dr Strange was a pain. He wasn’t a threat to her, but he might be to her dominion on Earth. He could delay her, perhaps indefinitely.
She couldn’t have that.
She warped herself around with increasing frequency. It caught the sorcerers that supported him off-guard, let her throw a spear through their hearts, if they couldn’t see her walk.
It didn’t surprise Strange, but she couldn’t easily surprise someone who was rewinding time every other second.
She only had two major weapons.
One was Strange himself. His control of the Stone, the Eye of Agamotto as he called it, was imperfect. Crude. He could directly affect one spot of time, winding it backwards or forwards, or he could unleash a mass-loop, but there didn’t seem to be much in between.
No dexterity. That was always the hardest thing to get a handle on, when dealing with this level of power.
Not that Hela had total control either. If she did, she could trap him in a spatial loop; lock him a way where none of his tricks could influence anything else. Then she’d have free reign to slaughter the rest of the sorcerers.
Maybe she’d build up to that. At present, reluctantly, she had to admit it was beyond her abilities.
Her second advantage was surprise. She’d slowly built up a body count, killing sorcerers where Strange couldn’t see them, and keeping everyone too distracted to let him know for long enough that he couldn’t spare the attention to rewind far enough.
It wasn’t much. The other sorcerers were no problem, Strange was the threat, but it meant she’d struck some blow at least.
“Give up!” Strange shouted. “You can’t win this.”
“Neither can you,” Hela said.
“We don’t have to,” Strange said. “We just have to keep you here.”
Hela paused. She slowed, just briefly, parrying a sorcerer’s magical blade with one of her own as she did.
“You said you’d fought a god,” Hela said. “I suspect it was a poor deity that couldn’t outlast you.”
“Try Dormammu,” Strange said. “I’m not afraid of you.”
Dormammu. For a moment, Hela felt a flicker of worry. Just a moment, just a flicker. But still, it wasn’t the minor pantheon nobody she’d expected.
As far as raw power went, Hela knew there were beings in other dimensions that far exceeded her. If…
But then, it was about more than power. If this human had faced Dormammu it hadn’t been with brute strength, but with tactics. Wisdom. And-
And the Dark Dimension, and Dormammu itself, were beyond even time. Strange’s Stone would have been anathema there. And if that were the case, she had one advantage over the last god Strange had fought.
And that gave her an idea. A small one, a long shot, but there was a chance Strange had overlooked one particular detail. She’d neglected it before, assumed he’d be protected, but if his practise was against a being with no comprehension of time…
“There’s a difference between me and Dormammu,” Hela said.
“I can see a few,” Strange said. “Which in particular?”
“I understand time,” Hela said.
She gripped the cube tighter, focused, and appeared again a hair’s breadth from Strange. With her free hand she immediately grabbed the Eye.
There was a slight shield, one she could just about force her way through, and she gripped the green.
She focused-
Strange’s mind resisted, but he was unpractised. She severed his control, yanking the Stone away from him and pushing back against the time loop he had tried to make the stone enact.
No.
In Dormammu’s hands, this would have been useless. Time meant nothing to it. In hers, she could cancel out all he did, erase his attempts to trap her, and…
She met his eyes, just briefly. His expression was far less composed now.
And fast forward. She watched him age, fall, crumble to bone and then dust in seconds. All the sorcerers followed his example, all living beings in the building.
There was a crackle of power. She opted to throw the Cube away, catching it in a construct of hers.
That was close. Far too close. Keeping Infinity Stones nearby was mildly risky, using two at once was unutterably dangerous. It was a miracle they hadn’t torn a hole in reality in their fight.
Better to keep them distant. Which would make storing them a pain, she was beginning to amass quite a collection of these things back in Asgard.
Hela let herself exhale.
Whatever the case, the apparent last defender of Earth had fallen. She very much imagined he was the best they had to offer. There was no way this world could top an Infinity Stone.
She summoned the cube back to her, carried on one of her constructs. She stretched each of her arms out, far to either side of her, ignoring the crackle as the Stones reacted to one another.
“Heimdall!” she shouted.
Hela walked through the Bifrost; the sight awaiting her almost made her forget to throw the Stones to distant sides of the room, keeping them apart.
Well, her slaves had been keeping busy. The roar of the Bifrost briefly distracted them, but Hela just smiled.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
Hela neared, crouching down beside Sif, taking in the sight. Natasha, one of her newest spoils, getting a thorough introduction to everyone else.
The only person not directly involved was Jane, though by the look of her flushed features she’d already done something. She still watched, eyes gleaming with a new, growing need.
Meanwhile, Natasha. That sight particularly pleased Hela; she seemed to be growing into her new role with real skill and eagerness.
It almost made up for the annoyance that had filled her past hour. Almost; she still had some frustration to work off. But she could enjoy this, first.
Hela leaned closer, meeting Natasha’s eyes; the former Avenger couldn’t help but moan.
“I knew you longed to be a whore,” Hela said. “How does it feel, to be nothing but a submissive toy for my spoils?”
Sif thrust forwards; Natasha gave a muffled scream. It wasn’t entirely clear whether it was a reply to Hela or just a sign of pleasure.
“Only a true slut could take two cocks in her ass at once,” Hela said. “Valkyrie could tell you that. And look at you, and you still want to be fucked harder don’t you? This is all you’re ever going to get. Never on top, never anything other than a thoroughly fucked whore.”
Natasha’s eyes closed, a louder moan muffled by the toy slamming into her mouth. Hela smiled.
“Cum,” Hela said. “Look at me; I order you to cum. Show us all what a whore you can be.”
Natasha stared, but her body couldn’t help but obey. She screamed, shuddering in ecstasy between the other spoils, Hela meeting her gaze throughout every second.
She was learning her place. Hela smiled, and watched her cum, watched her hands desperately try to grab at the empty air.
The others sensed their time in charge was over, as Hela crouched there. Breathing heavily, Sif moved back; Valkyrie and Wanda were next to move, eliciting groans as their toys pulled back out of Natasha’s ass.
Hela shifted, taking in the gape. She nodded appreciatively to the two responsible.
Natasha rolled off of Darcy, shaking too much to sit up. Hela raised her eyebrows though, and Natasha managed to get just enough energy to roll herself back over, lifting her ass into the air and exposing her hole, displaying her much-abused body, still gasping for air.
“Good girl,” Hela said. She straightened, giving everyone a chance to stare.
Then, a slight flicker of irritation crossed her face. She hid it quickly; it wasn’t anything her spoils were responsible for. It was rare she needed to exert herself.
She turned.
“What did you think of that, Wanda?” Hela said. “The woman who gave you to me, her cunt and ass filled at once.”
Wanda flushed.
“Answer,” Hela said.
Somehow it was easier to respond with her mentor on the floor like that, in such a humiliating position. Yet another thing she never thought she’d see, but at least all eyes were in Natasha rather than her.
“I… liked it,” Wanda said. Hela waited, expectantly. “I… liked fucking her. While she was being fucked. Feeling how filled she was, and hearing her… I loved how she sounded.”
“Would you like to experience it?” Hela said.
“Wh-what?” Wanda stiffened.
“It is your choice,” Hela said. “But if you enjoyed it so much, perhaps you would enjoy it from a perspective that more… suits you.”
“You want to…”
“Not me,” Hela said. “I have some irritation to work off, and a human would require me to hold back, but… shall we say Jane and Darcy? Have them share you. One in your ass, one in your cunt, filling you the way you enjoyed, using you the way you would love. Would you be a whore, for me?”
Wanda whimpered.
She shouldn’t want it, she knew. This was all too new to her, too… perverse, she hadn’t had anything inside her until today and now she was being offered both at once.
She could say no. Easily. Wanda flushed, deeper.
“Please,” Wanda said softly.
“Louder,” Hela said.
Wanda bit her lip. She’d cum not long before, but the vibrations Valkyrie had caused, the sight of Natasha… She knew she was ready to go again, even before Hela had put those thoughts in her head.
“I want to have both my holes fucked at once,” Wanda said, flushed. “My pussy, my ass, my- can I suck your toy?”
She didn’t know where that had come from, but she felt a sudden thrill as Hela raised her eyebrows, pleased.
“To prepare me?” Hela said. “I can allow that. You want all of your holes fucked at once, do you?”
“I want to feel like a slut,” Wanda said. “Completely used, completely fucked, I- oh god, fill me up completely, make me hurt for days, let me be fucked, please!”
Hela stood, idly summoning her own toy cock into being as she turned.
“Jane, Darcy,” she said. “You heard what she wants. Sif, you can take over when I’m done; Valkyrie, bend over, I will get to you. Natasha,” she smiled again. “You can watch.”
Wanda felt herself get even redder as both Jane and Darcy turned to face her, two strangers told to fuck her. She didn’t want to see if Natasha had obeyed and started watching.
Darcy glanced down, adjusting her own toy; it was still slick with Natasha, well lubricated. Jane, meanwhile, picked up another as Wanda took her own off.
“Jane, lie down,” Hela said. She shifted, removing her crown with a wave of her hands. “Wanda, on top of her. Be ready, my little whore.”
Wanda bit her lip, but didn’t hesitate. She stood, a foot either side of Jane, before lowering herself down, kneeling with her entrance against the head of the toy, then lower-
She whimpered, still almost virgin-tight.
She felt a flicker of nervousness, almost regretting begging for this. She’d barely done anything, she couldn’t go right to-
She moaned as the rest of the toy slid inside her. It was easier than before, but it still felt like it was stretching her. She wriggled, fitting it inside her, breath quickening.
“What do you want?” Hela said.
“Please can she fuck my ass?” Wanda said, only a little trepidation sneaking into her tone. She inhaled. “Whore my ass out again! Fuck my ass and pussy at the same time, oh god, please make me even more of a whore for you!”
She couldn’t see Darcy, but Wanda knew she’d be behind her. She shifted atop Jane, nervous.
And then there was a weight against her back, someone kneeling behind her; a toy brushed her skin. Wanda whimpered.
“You heard her,” Hela said.
Darcy obeyed. Wanda arched, pushing back, keenness outweighing her nerves. Fuck, she wanted to know how it felt, she wanted to take as much as Natasha.
Well, maybe not quite as much. Not yet. But she could take two at once, she hoped.
She already felt so full; and then Darcy leant in, pressing forwards. It felt like a struggle for her asshole to just take the head of the toy, but there was more-
“Oh fuck!” Wanda moaned.
Hela neared, until she was directly in front of Wanda. Wanda looked up, met her eyes, still whimpering. Darcy’s toy was slick, but it still felt too big for her, even if it wasn’t her first time any more.
Firmly, Hela held Wanda’s head, looking down at her, her own toy resting against Wanda’s face. Obediently, Wanda opened her mouth.
Hela rested the head of her toy on Wanda’s lips, not sliding inside, just teasing, ensuring Wanda’s moans were still audible, watching her flush deeper, whimper louder as Darcy moved further inside her.
A strangled moan escaped Wanda’s lips. Fuck, Darcy had to be at least halfway in, didn’t she?
She could take it, she could take it; the thought went round and round in her head. Her back arched, instinctively pushing back into Darcy; a low, rattling gasping escaped her lips as Jane’s toy rubbed inside her.
Two of them. Fuck. There was no way she could move without one of them shifting inside her, sending shivers through her.
“Stop,” Hela said, leaving Wanda gasping.
She peered down Wanda’s back, lips curling at how much of the strap-on was left to slide inside Wanda. Wanda waited, equal parts impatient and nervous, achingly full.
“I don’t want you to wait,” Hela said. “Slam the rest in, all at once. Show her what it means to be a whore.”
She felt Darcy hesitated, and her own eyes went wide. All at once? Wanda whimpered, but didn’t protest, didn’t resist, even as Hela rested a hand beneath her chin, made her look up.
It only took a moment more for Darcy to obey, and fuck she hadn’t quite been halfway. Wanda was made to look right at Hela, display her reaction so openly.
There was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, a sudden slapping noise, and Wanda arched, unable to hold back a yelp.
“Oh fuck-”
And her yell was cut off as Hela thrust her toy into Wanda’s mouth, muffling her. Wanda stared up, still whimpering softly, her hole suddenly aching much more than before.
It had gone in so much more easily than she’d expected. She was tight, but the toy was slick, and apparently she was ready for it. As much as her asshole hurt, her cunt was moistening further, burning with growing need.
For a moment, all of them were still. Jane with a strap-on in her cunt, Darcy resting against her back entirely buried in her ass, and her Goddess looking down at her, muffling her with a toy that was going down her throat.
“My triple-stuffed whore,” Hela said, a hand running down the side of Wanda’s head in a manner that was almost tender. “Do you want more?”
Wanda couldn’t talk with the cock in her mouth, but she moaned, desperation coming through perfectly in the muffled noise.
Three at once. Fuck, how had she gotten here so quickly, and why did she still want more?
She began squirming, slowly moving up and down between Jane and Darcy. Fuck, they were filling her, it didn’t feel like there was any free space inside her, and she loved it.
Hela’s hand shifted just slightly, pressing on the back of her head; Wanda took the hint, beginning to bob back and forth as the rest of her moved, licking up and down the toy.
Hela glanced sideways; Valkyrie was a little way to the side, obediently bent over with her ass up in the air. She glowered at the ground, but there was visible wetness coming from her cunt.
“Be sure you suck it well,” Hela said. “It’s going to be used on Valkyrie next.”
The sight of one of her newest slaves eagerly wetting her toy was doing a good job of improving her mood, though it wouldn’t be nearly as cheering as burying the toy into her most obstinate spoil.
Wanda was moaning every second, feeling the two toys almost rub against each other, inside her.
It felt like a miracle she could actually take them. Her body strained, continually stretching as she moved between them, alternately taking each to the hilt.
Every few moments though, Darcy thrust down, burying both in her at once and eliciting another strangled moan, muffled by the toy in her mouth; it just encouraged her.
“Can we add this to the list of things we’ve got to do again?” Darcy said, looking past Wanda to Jane. “I love double-teaming someone with you way too much.”
“S- ah! Sure,” Jane said, breathless as Wanda rode her. “Definitely.”
Meanwhile, Wanda did her best to wet the toy in her mouth, knowing what Hela wanted.
She liked the feel of it in her throat, especially with the others already inside her. It spurred her on, making her eagerly gulp down, surprised by the ease with which she could take it.
And Wanda couldn’t hold back her moans. The two toys quickly gained a rhythm, sending shivers through her whole body, only complemented by her head moving back and forth.
She was gasping when Hela pushed her head back.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Wanda cried out, a hail of praise in the few seconds of freedom her mouth had.
Hela smirked, but moved backwards. She gestured to Sif, already wearing a toy, who quickly approached to fill the now-vacant gap.
“You’re doing well,” Hela said. “See if you can make Sif cum. I’ve little doubt you’ll get there yourself. Now, Valkyrie..”
For a moment there was the sound of gagging as Sif’s toy hit the back of Wanda’s throat, but she quickly adjusted, changing tack to impart more vibrations.
She didn’t have to try; Wanda was still moaning with each thrust of Jane and Darcy, the two friends working well together as they filled her.
Wanda closed her eyes, trying to lose herself in the moment. She knew Natasha was still watching, knew her mentor was watching her doing… this, and worse seeing how much she loved it, but she didn’t want to focus on that.
Not when she was getting all the pleasure of being so thoroughly used. Triple-stuffed, Hela had called her; every one of her holes fucked, despite her inexperience.
Hela, meanwhile, knelt behind the bent over Valkyrie. Her pleased expression faded, replaced with the irritation that the encounter that day had sparked in her.
Time to work off that annoyance.
She positioned her toy at the entrance to Valkyrie’s ass with little fanfare. She rested one hand on the small of Valkyrie’s back, keeping her in position, and with the other reached forward to pull Valkyrie’s hair, keeping her head a little aloft.
“I’m going to make you scream,” Hela said, voice low. “I have had a very bad day, and you’re Asgardian so I can safely take it out on you. I am not going to be kind, I am not going to be gentle, and I get the feeling that is exactly how you want it.”
“Fuck you,” Valkyrie said.
Hela smiled. Her grip on Valkyrie’s hair tightened.
“No games,” Hela said. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me!” Valkyrie shouted, her token effort expended. “Damn it already, just fuck me as hard as AH!”
Hela thrust forward in one, taking no time for her strap-on to enter Valkyrie’s ass, up to the hilt. Valkyrie immediately arched, shouting at the intrusion as her body still pushed back.
Fuck, she ought to be used to that by now.
Hela didn’t wait for her to adjust. She pulled back half a second later, then slammed forwards again, skin hitting skin; only her pressure on Valkyrie’s back stopped her sub from being pushed away.
Valkyrie cried out again, and again, pleasure mixing more and more with the pain each time.
It wasn’t like usual. Hela wasn’t spinning a tale, making her beg; there were far fewer of her usual mind games, and far more straightforward use.
Hela pulled her hair back just a little more, lifting her head; Valkyrie’s next cry was even louder, ecstatic.
And it was harder than usual, constant, the toy filling her every second.
Valkyrie pressed her hands against the ground, half-expecting her fingertips to dig into the surface. She shook, mouth open in an endless moan.
Hela’s hands shifted, releasing Valkyrie’s hair to grip her hips, holding her in a more stationary position, ensuring she could move faster. She gripped tighter.
There was a louder scream from the side as Wanda came; Valkyrie could barely spare her a glance, arching back herself. Somehow it seemed like the triple penetration was substantially easier than her current treatment from Hela.
Still, Valkyrie couldn’t deny the heat building between her legs.
She could hear the sounds of movement, continuous moans, as the three surrounding Wanda kept going. It was barely audible over the sound of Hela’s hips slapping her ass, thrust after thrust.
“Oh fuck!” Valkyrie moaned, staring straight ahead.
When she came, it barely seemed to register for Hela. The Goddess’s motion continued unabated, just as rough, even as Valkyrie screamed for her. Valkyrie’s arms trembled, soon giving way, her lead falling to the floor.
Still, she pushed her ass back, body instinctively welcoming Hela’s use. Her moaning barely faltered.
Hela reached forward, one hand winding in her hair again. She lifted Valkyrie’s head, that tugging pressure all that kept her head aloft, and she leant forward, body pressing against her spoil’s exposed back.
“Your sisters would be so proud,” Hela whispered.
“Fuck!” Valkyrie shouted. It might’ve been an angry response, or just a vocalisation of the sudden, shameful surge of heat those words caused.
It seemed, no matter how frustrated she was, Hela was still as interested in playing with her mind.
She didn’t know how many times she came. She only knew each one made her burn, increasingly intense, increasingly wrong. All the more so because she didn’t care.
She was giving herself to the Goddess who’d killed the other Valkyries, doing it where others could see, but no matter how humiliating it was to have her ass so abused she couldn’t stop cumming.
Valkyrie could barely glimpse sideways, too distracted with alternately staring at the ground, or staring ahead when Hela pulled her hair. She trembled, moaned…
At some point, Wanda had been given a break. She looked thoroughly exhausted, hair a mess, skin coated in sweat and flushed a red from exertion and embarrassment, as well as dazed with ecstasy.
The two who’d been on either side of her, Jane and Darcy, looked similarly weary. They were relaxing now, side by side, laying on each other.
Sif, meanwhile, was staring at her. She was slightly less obviously exhausted, though clearly pleased with what she’d done.
That damnable Asgardian, who she’d called out for how much she’d submitted to Hela. She watched as Valkyrie let herself be fucked, let herself cum, again-
Valkyrie screamed once more, beyond the point of caring. She arched back, almost kneeling up herself.
She heard Hela’s breath for a few seconds, heard it quicken, just as she felt Hela’s grip tighten; and felt one of her hands push Valkyrie’s head back down.
Natasha was somewhere too, Valkyrie knew. She was staring at Hela, an odd, lustful look in her eyes.
Valkyrie couldn’t focus on anything beyond the almost savage fucking she was getting from Hela.
She was one of her favourite slaves to use roughly, Hela reflected. Asgardians were naturally resilient, but between Valkyrie and Sif, Sif had quickly come to accept her new position.
Valkyrie, meanwhile, still tried to convince herself she hated Hela. It was so much more satisfying to hear her voice rise as she came, see her features turn blissful, and see the flicker of shame in every second of it.
Especially at that moment, it was what Hela needed.
She shifted angle, getting to a more secure one, hands again on Valkyrie’s hips to ensure she could keep her punishing pace. She watched her Valkyrie’s muscled back push back into her, watched her throw her head back in a scream.
Her grip tightened.
Hela came, far longer and far more intensely than Valkyrie had known her too, a vice-grip on her legs, several low groans, and her pace suddenly becoming wilder.
It took several long seconds before Hela slowed. She inhaled deeply, only reluctantly pulling back.
She didn’t need to order Valkyrie to hold her cheeks apart, displaying her gape. Now that helped improve Hela’s mood.
She shifted, moving back. Slowly, Hela caught her breath again. It had been a while since she’d had to exert herself that much, but judging by the look on Valkyrie’s face, and the look of her well-fucked asshole, it had been worth it.
Hela closed her eyes, and took a moment to stand.
Once she was on her feet, she concealed any of her weariness. She extended her arms to both sides of her body, summoning the spires that held the Eye and Cube.
First to deposit them somewhere safer, then back to Earth. She couldn’t let them feel like she’d been defeated.
“Follow me,” Hela said. “All of you. Wanda, Natasha, don’t cover yourselves.”
Time for them to get their first taste of the walk to the castle.
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