Tess Black update

Felicia considered herself a tough customer, but after she was teleported to Odin’s great hall, she considered herself well and truly dazzled. The walls were festooned, every inch of them, with treasures both homegrown and from distant lands, earned in thanks or conquest, Felicia couldn’t tell. Probably both. Usually, she’d be wagering with herself about whether some trinket or another could be pilfered, and how much it would fetch, but she was left speechless—internally and externally—by the vast wealth on display. 

She was further overcome with the sights and sounds of the feast that was in progress—perhaps had always been in progress—with meat being cooked on a massive spit that took up a whole wall. The smell of deliciously roasted meat was only matched by the intoxicatingly strong scent of liquors when a bottle was popped or a keg decanted. The warriors of Asgard crowded the massive table that traversed the room, boasting, arguing, and enjoying the sumptuous food made available to them.

There was a stage at one side of the room, with the majestic figure of a black man spotlighted in soft illumination. He was seated cross-legged, clasping a conga drum he played between his bare legs. He wore only a loincloth, his naked arm and chest muscles glistening in the warm light. Felicia lost her breath as she watched the light throb in rhythm to the beat he set, flickering exotically off his naked skin with each pulse.

There was a bed sitting in the center of the stage, a blonde woman sitting on the end of it. Her hands were folded and she stared blankly out into the audience. She was taller and thinner than Felicia, but her breasts were smaller—still nice, full without being saggy, capped in nipples like pencil erasers, with late winter skin that was pale but not pallid. Her figure was illuminated by a steady tattoo of light like the black drummer was receiving.

Before she was even finished taking it all in, an elderly man, seeming slightly drunk, appeared behind her. His face was lined and weathered, taken up mostly by a large white beard, but there was a twinkle of mischief in his eye that struck her as both charming and worrying. His body was not given to fat, but large and well-muscled, with the vitality of a much younger man. She was reminded a bit of those seniors like Cable, who didn’t seem to let little things like prostate exams become a reason to quit with the six-pack abs.

“So you’re Felicia Hardy. No one told me how beautiful you were, young lady. This is my home.”

She looked around and saw that most of the women there were young and beautiful. She doubted many of them were wives. This wasn’t the kind of party a wife was brought to.

“How about a drink?” Odin asked her, and presented her with a goblet she hadn’t realized he’d been carrying.

Felicia drank it quickly. She needed it and it satisfied her quickly, the alcohol spreading warmth throughout her body.

“This is quite an interesting arrangement you’ve suggested,” Odin said. “Thor’s hammer in exchange for… considerations.”

“What can I say? I have money. Power is usually more trouble than it’s worth. Sex—that’s something anyone can use. And I figure none of you Asgardians will mind parting with it too much.”

Odin put his arm around her waist, holding her tightly. “Right you are,” he said. “If you had asked for a greater boon, there are many among us who would try to capsize such a bargain. But for so trifling a request, why not simply give you what you ask? Assuming, of course, that the All-Father is allowed to give his blessing to this arrangement…”

Odin let his hand rest on her ass while he walked her around and introduced her to the guests, who she trusted she would soon be seeing under more intimate conditions. All the men, and quite a few of the women, leered at her. Felicia knew exactly what kind of party this was shaping up to be.

The drumbeat suddenly changed tempo, drawing her attention back to the stage. Felicia saw that the woman was holding a small bottle filled with an ochre liquid. She pulled off the cap and poured a small amount of the contents onto her fingertips. For some reason this provoked murmurs from some of the Asgardians in assembly. They sounded almost like a pack of animals sounding off together, chorusing their fevered anticipation.

The blonde moved her smeared fingertips to her breasts, caressing them in tiny teasing circles which orbited her nipples until they were throbbing with hardness. Then, spreading her exposed, she exposed the pink slit of her womanhood. Pouring more of the glistening liquid onto her fingers, she lewdly parted the golden hair surrounding her passage and applied the substance to her inner folds, then dabbed it on her tiny clitoris and along the lips of her labia. Setting the bottle aside, she stretched out on her back across the bed.

Slowly, she began caressing her lovely body, working herself into a frenzy as her rounded buttocks twisted against the blackened sheets. It was as if she were trying to bury herself in them. Her eyes were glazed with passion and her whitely naked flesh was turning a blushing rose color.

Odin leaned close to Felicia and whispered, “The liquid is Morco, an aphrodisiac from Alfheim. It’s only used sparingly. Very sparingly.”

Proving its power, the blonde was writhing even more lasciviously now, looking like she were being attacked by an invisible beast. Felicia watched as she ran both her hands over her body, her fingertips searching over her flat belly and coming to a rest at between her legs. She groaned at the thrilling contact of her hands against her desirous sex, and with a crazed fire in her eyes, she pulled her legs up so that her cunt gaped wide between the vee her legs formed. Her fingers crawled to her nipples, pinching them roughly, her sensitive flesh shivering and rippling at her own touch.

Felicia shifted uncomfortably, seeing the effect that the aphrodisiac was having, the unabashed enjoyment that the blonde was taking in teasing her middle finger into her glistening sex as she stroked her swollen clit with her thumb. Odin clutched Felicia’s breast firmly, his nearness letting her hear and feel how heavy his breathing had become. She saw the blonde fuck her finger in and out of herself smoothly, burnishing her hand with the gleaming Morco as well as her own wet arousal. She quickly joined the middle finger with two more, her hungry pink folds taking all three with eased. They disappeared and reemerged again and again, the blonde’s sex moistly sucking at them, almost as loud as how she sighed and moaned with enjoyment.

Odin got bolder with his hand, squeezing brutally, but not unpleasantly. He was soon directing Felicia into a side room.

“This is my study,” he said.

It was surprisingly modern, with the gleaming technologies Felicia would expect any captain of industry to have, its aesthetic only barely in keeping with the Viking ethos outside. But Felicia didn’t get much of a look around before Odin unsurprisingly pushed her toward the desk.

“Bend over there, girl. You may just find the All-Father’s blessing…”

Felicia knew what was going to happen, but she didn’t mind the whole DILF thing. Odin pushed her over at the waist until her breasts were only the desktop. She felt his hands going underneath her dress. They moved up the inside of her thighs to touch her sex. 

“And I see you are prepared to receive this blessing… prepared indeed!”

In a split-second he was pulling up her dress, bunching it at her waist, but his hands had barely left her panties before they were back there again, underneath the garment, stroking her ass with deft, callused fingers.

“Beautiful,” he sighed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

He pulled down her panties. Felicia held back a moan as he skimmed then down her calves and she stepped out of them. She felt his heavy weight behind her, his cock pushing out of his armor. 

“Let us see if you have room enough to be the mare of Asgard.”

His cock slid easily into her, but Odin didn’t move after that for a few moments. It took Felicia that long to realize the depth and breadth of her penetration, how truly massive Odin was and how aroused she herself was to let him slip so perfectly into her. Almost disbelievingly, her cunt rippled and tensed on his manhood, and Odin chuckled as he felt her massage him internally. Only then, as her very body cried out for him, did he start to move, fucking into her deep and slow. Felicia could feel the tingling of pleasure inside her thighs. Fuck, however old he was, he’d been around long enough to learn how to fuck.

Odin moved his hands underneath her to pull at her cleavage. Her tits easily slipped away from her gown to fill his grip. He held her breasts tightly as his hips moved faster, his thrusts coming harder. She could feel him going deeper, his big cock nearly splitting her in half. At least, it felt that way with her bent over his desk.

“Oh yes,” he groaned. “Such a beautiful ass—it makes me feel a thousand years old once more. Shake your big ass for me!”

Felicia started grinding her ass against him as he pounded her from behind. His balls seemed to hit her thighs harder with every passing second. She could feel his engorged shaft rubbing her clit and it pushed her excitement into the stratosphere. She tried to control herself, but it was doing her no good. She loved having cock inside her. It didn’t matter whose, so long as it was big.

“Oh, you sweet bitch!” Odin moaned. “You really know how to spread those legs when you want to!”

He fucked her harder. His hands were squeezing her tits tightly. A hot shiver ran through Felicia every time she bucked back against his masterful strokes. She could feel his shaft rubbing against every inch of her cunt as he thrust into her. 

She knew he was going to come soon. She could feel his hands tightening on her big tits and his fat cock was getting fatter. He pounded her harder with it.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped. “I’m going to come! It feels so good! It feels so fucking good!”

She pushed her ass back against him, burying his prick inside of her as it fired off its hot load. She kept rubbing her ass against him until the last few ejaculations had left his body. His cock grew soft and slid out of her.

“Fantastic,” Odin said. “Such a wonderful way to start a party!”

In a way, Felicia was angry at him for coming so soon. In another way, she was thankful. She didn’t like the thought of someone so old and grandfatherly having some kind of sexual mastery over her. But she hadn’t had to come. She hadn’t had to show him just how hot he’d made her.

Still, it left an aching feeling behind. She could feel how swollen her tits had become, to the point of aching. She could feel the heat still inside her sex. Another five seconds and she would have lost all control.

Then she heard Odin’s footsteps as he came around the desk. When he came into her view, his cock was hard as a rock once again. Felicia’s eyes bulged—it hadn’t felt that big inside her. Had he gotten even bigger or had she just been so aroused she hadn’t realized how truly gargantuan his manhood was?

“And now that the party has begun,” Odin said, offering his member to her lips, “let us enjoy ourselves.”

***

Was not death everywhere? A universal constant? And so why should Hela not find herself in Odin’s grand hall, only the most meager of her magicks allowing her to walk unnoticed through Asgard’s most secure locations and staunchest defenders? She’d intended to enjoy the chaos that ensued as Mjolnir itself went missing, the mighty Thor himself unmanned, but instead, she found rapturous entertainment. She saw the blonde that Felicia had noted earlier, her raucous self-pleasure now nearing the latest of several small climaxes, and sneered disapprovingly. The orgasm was oblivion itself, making it eminently logical for lesser beings to seek it so adamantly, but the lust that went with it, the foreplay, the courtship, those were affirmations of life Hela found hypocritical. Death was what they truly succored. All else was denial.

It didn’t take her long, overhearing the whispered gossip of the hundreds, to discern that her catspaw had gone against her wishes. Instead of keeping to their arrangement, the guttersnipe had gone behind Hela’s back to Asgard, and made a deal for the safe ‘return’ of Thor’s hammer.

Through her pique at having been betrayed, Hela found herself curious as to what deal Felicia had struck with the Asgardians that was worth incurring her ire. Surely the little wretch grasped that, while the Asgardians might be cross with her for acting against them, Hela’s cruelty knew no bounds. Why satiate a kitten and bring about the wrath of a lion?

Seeing Felicia on Odin’s arm, Hela followed them, but at a discreet distance—even death itself could be vehemently argued by the All-Father. After waiting a suitable amount of time outside the private office, and devoting a bit more attention to the ridiculousness of the floorshow, Hela interspersed herself inside of the private room. 

“Ohh, yes, yesss,” Odin’s voice breathed, low and passionate. It was behind her, but Hela dared not turn around.

She stood motionless, indecisive as to whether she should stay or leave. She could’ve guessed that with a woman who dressed as Felicia did, the little whore, she’d risk anything for cock.

“Your cock gets bigger and bigger every time I touch it,” Felicia murmured. “And it tastes so good—I want to suck it and suck it and suck it!”

Hela set her jaw in abject repulsion, wondering if she’d heard correctly. She’d known people did such things, but she’d always kept the disgusting picture of it far from her mind. It wasn’t even an act to perpetuate life, just a smirking likeness of it to bring about a little slice of oblivion. The rank hypocrisy offended her.

“Now hold it in your fingers, child,” she heard Odin say, moaning out each word. “Jerk it with your hand, yes, that’s good!”

Felicia let out a tart little laugh that slowly turned into a gurgle. She was really doing it, Hela thought. Her mind raced as she considered what was happening just behind her.

“Tell me you want me to suck it,” she heard Felicia tease.

“No, don’t suck it. Fuck it with your mouth.” Odin’s voice became insistent. “Mmmmm, yes, lick it with your tongue. Swirl your tongue all the way around it.”

“Mmmmmh!” The sound of Felicia’s mouth, wetly lapping and sucking at the hardness Odin offered it, became steadily more and more violent.

“Now raise your ass up,” Hela heard Odin command, passionate to the point of viciousness. “Let me feel that sweet cunt of yours in my hand—and really open your mouth now, really take my prick! I want to push it all the way down your throat!”

Hela bent back, her legs feeling numb, but her mind sharply alert to the lustful sounds that continued without respite.

“When I come, I want you to drink it,” Odin ordered, “every last drop, do you hear?”

Hela felt a drunken dizziness float over her, though alcohol was another living vice she had little use for. It occurred to her that she could leave, having discovered what she’d come to find out, yet she remained pinned to the floor, absurdly looking away from the spectacle she knew was behind her even as she listened to ever sordid detail.

Lewd images of it floated through her mind, thoughts of Odin putting his cock inside of Felicia’s full lips and her moving those lips up and down on his hotly throbbing shaft, sucking on it… Hela had to leave, but she could not. She stood limply, remembering Felicia’s wetly ovalled mouth, wondering how thick and long Odin’s prick was as he plunged it in, the girl’s long white hair tumbling over his broadly muscled stomach, his balls probably cradled in her massaging hands.

“I’m going to come, girl! Here! Here I coooome!”

The moist suckle of Felicia’s mouth stopped with a smacking of lips and a short male sigh. Then came momentary silence.

“I’ve been neglected,” Felicia said at last, almost purring. “Your big, fat cock has had its turn. Now it’s my tight little pussy that needs some attention.”

“Then bring it here, love! Allow me my own tasty treat!”

“Here it is, ‘daddy’. Isn’t it lovely? You made it feel good when you touched it, but your tongue will make it feel even better.”

“And your clit will feel best of all, once I’ve sucked on it like the sweet candy it is…”

“Yes, lick my clit… oh, oh God, you can fuck me with that tongue, your tongue, it feels so gorgeous!” Felicia babbled, her words trailing off into half-formed profanity.

Hela’s heart was pounding so hard she thought they might hear it. She pressed one hand tightly to her chest, as though she could dull the sound. It didn’t stop; it lurched on, keeping time with the soft rhythmic sucking of Felicia’s lips. She felt hypnotized by the lewd wet sound. It was almost as though her whole being was pumping and grinding against itself, moving in unison with the couple, and she was moving away from her own body and watching horrified as the first warm tremblings of arousal began deep in her groin.

“Oh baby, oh God, lick faster, put your tongue up my pussy… G-God, it feels, it feels gooood!”

Then there was a slight stirring, a rustle behind Hela. Odin’s words dropped into a sibilant whisper. “Now, we conclude negotiations. I want to fuck you. Right now. I want in to your hot pussy!”

“Say it again!” Felicia mewled. “Say you want to fuck me!”

“I’m going to fuck you! That’s right, open your legs wide—I’m coming in!”

“Yes! Oh, you feel so big, so goddamn good! Oh, fuck me, fuck my cunt like no one’s ever fucked it before!”

Hela could resist no longer, even as her repulsion grew and grew. She turned to look over her shoulder and saw Odin’s huge cock ramming its way into Felicia’s hotly sucking pussy, sinking through the wetly matted pubic hair like a train going into a tunnel. Hela’s hands went down to her groin and her fingers became that train, her gasps growing to match those of the wildly fucking pair she was spying upon. She wanted everything that Felicia was getting, she wanted to be fucked, she wanted to be fucked until she was filled to bursting with hot pungent cum.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” came Felicia’s hot, guttural moans, building to match the momentum of flesh smacking against flesh as both she and her lover approached orgasm.

Caught up in the frenzy of their lust, Hela let herself slide down to her knees, then bowed her head as if in abject worship of this act they were performing. Now, her face pressed to the lush carpet, she dispelled her green-black clothing, only barely thinking to keep her cape in place to cover herself. But it lifted up over her ass, exposing her quivering cheeks and sex to the warm night air that wafted against her, seeming to rip into her with the new shudder of ecstasy she felt. 

Her body was like an expanding balloon reaching the limits of its extension, and the soft carpet below her couldn’t help but remind Hela of the hair on Odin’s broad, masculine chest. Now Hela heard herself in unison with the lovers, her fingers wetly sluicing into her slick sex. She arched up over the carpet, not feeling like she was masturbating so much as letting her fingers be sucked into her moistly flowering cunt, while her full breasts hung below her, the nipples brushing almost agonizingly against the carpet as they swayed with her own masturbation.

“Fuck, your cock, your big beautiful cock!” she heard Felicia cry out, barely managing to utter the words through her blissfully heavy panting. “Fuck me good… move your cock deep in me… yes, Odin, you feel so good, oh yes, yes!”

Tickling electricity raced all over Hela’s groin, going deep into her rapidly clenching pussy, as she looked back to see Odin grinding his hips between the open thighs of that little bitch, Felicia. But when she closed her eyes, she was the bitch, and her cunt was Felicia’s cunt. It was too much! Her face reddened, her eyes clouded over, and her body raced toward an internal explosion that had lain smoldering for months, but now was primed to go off like a volcano.

She had used sex before, seduced and dominated, but never for pleasure, just as another tool to manipulate mortals into the auspices of her realm. Now she found herself dancing on those puppeteering strings, just as beholden to her own lusts and desires as any human was to theirs.

“Like this?” Odin taunted Felicia, chortling, though he might as well have been mocking Hela. “Is this what you want? To be fucked… like… thiiis?”

“Oh! Oh! Ahhh!” Felicia groaned loudly, her throat straining in the final throes of gathering lust. “Fuck me harder, haarder! Oh, I love you, I love the way you fuck me! So fuck me!”

Hela heard the two cry out in unison and she bucked upward, her knees pressed down firmly on the carpet and her head bowed to peer between her legs as she fingered herself faster and faster. Her whole body was quivering spasmodically, her cape retreating down her back, away from her rutting hips. It inched up to the long streams of jet-black hair that spilled over her shoulders and onto the carpet. Then, sudden quick bursts of her juices shot out around her ramming fingers, covering her hand and running onto the carpet. Whatever tingling it had begun as, it was now a raging storm to match Odin and Felicia fucking into each other with their own mounting fury, their grunts and moans a lewd harmony of desire and satisfaction.

“Yes… oh, coming, I’m fucking coming!” Felicia’s voice rippled out of her, followed by another, lower groan signaling that the fury of Odin’s climax was matching her own.

In one final spasm, Hela arched up off the ground, her fingers still working at the flooded opening of her hungrily convulsing sex. When the feeling subsided, it was like she was backing away from the edge of a cliff. She stayed on her hands and knees for a while, panting heavily, her helplessly exposed ass still raised up behind her in the air. She couldn’t bring herself to withdraw her fingers from her cunt, still wetly throbbing, until the last dying embers of her orgasm had gone out. 

Then she heard Odin raising up to let Felicia off the desk. He was tucking himself away inside his armor. Felicia reached for her panties, but Odin stopped her from picking them up.

“You have no need of those,” he announced. “They would just be removed once more. And by putting them on, you’d remove the pleasure of me thinking of you going bare underneath your gown.”

“All right,” Felicia agreed, shaking her head.

Hela’s fingers slithered wetly from her satiated womanhood and she drew herself up, bracing her hands against the wall for a moment.

Then, her passion spent, reality came back to her with a jarring impact. She had been wasting time! Her plan against Thor had failed, but in the eternal war between brothers, her act must have tipped the scale towards Loki for a moment. Felicia betraying her would also undercut him, leaving him vulnerable, his powers perhaps Hela’s for the taking.

Clothing herself fully once again and dismissing the sneak thief from her mind—for would not all mortals find their way to her in their own time?—she cast her magicks out into the universe, seeking out Loki… and another chance for death to triumph over life.