Coulson stood across from him with his notebook tucked away for once. His earlier fanboy excitement had been replaced by the careful professionalism of someone trying to negotiate with a living national symbol who could throw him through a wall.
Steve planted himself between Bucky and the approaching medical personnel. "HE'S NOT BEING TAKEN TO A PRISON!"
Coulson kept both hands visible and his voice calm. "Captain, he fired on Tony Stark in front of thousands of witnesses. We can't release him."
Steve's jaw tightened as he looked down at the unconscious man. "His name is James Buchanan Barnes. He was my best friend. He served with me during the war, and he died saving lives."
Coulson studied Bucky's metal arm before answering. "Then someone recovered him, kept him alive, and turned him into this…"
Steve's hands curled into fists. "Which means he needs help!"
Coulson inclined his head immediately. "I agree."
Some of the tension left Steve's shoulders.
Coulson stepped closer and lowered his voice. "But we need to know what was done to him, who controls him, and how deep HYDRA's conditioning goes. He may be able to lead us to the people behind this entire operation."
Steve stared at him for several long seconds.
Coulson held the stare with impressive steadiness. "I give you my word that he'll be treated as a compromised American soldier—not an enemy we can throw away."
Steve looked back at Bucky's face. His resistance visibly hurt him, but it finally softened. Steve nodded once. "Just treat him right…"
A bright pink blur vaulted over the nearest barrier. Milim landed with both hands on her hips, a heroic grin on her face, crumbs covering her cheeks, and the final half of a chocolate éclair clutched between two fingers. Milim thrust the pastry into the air like a victorious sword. "Good job stopping the bad guys, everyone!"
I stared at her.
She had missed the entire fight.
Milim stuffed the remaining éclair into her mouth and chewed happily.
I looked at the crumbs on her face. "Where were you?"
Milim swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of one hand. "Guarding the dessert table!"
I glanced toward the VIP club, where catering staff were wheeling out what appeared to be eleven completely empty trays.
Milim puffed out her cheeks. "I made sure to eat it all before the bad guys could get to it!"
That did not mean anything. She looked extremely proud of herself anyway.
Hela and Frigga sauntered across the racetrack behind her.
Hela reached me first and slipped one arm possessively through mine. Amusement glittered in her green eyes as she surveyed the scene.
Hela gestured toward the burning debris with her free hand. "Are all Midgardian sporting events this entertaining?"
I gestured toward Tony. "Only the ones he attends."
Tony raised Vanko's arc reactor in protest. "That is a statistically unsupported—"
Pepper snatched his tinted glasses off his face. "You are not driving anything again until I finish yelling at you."
– Odin –
The golden window shattered. The vision disintegrated into thousands of sparks that scattered across the throne-room floor. Branching runes lost their shape, flickered, and faded into the polished gold beneath Odin's boots.
Heimdall swayed where he stood.
The eternal watcher caught himself against the butt of his sword before his knees could strike the floor. Sweat ran freely from his brow, traced the sides of his face, and dripped from his jaw. Each breath dragged through his chest as though he had run the entire length of the Rainbow Bridge without stopping.
Even the light within his eyes had dimmed.
Odin watched the exhaustion with careful appraisal rather than concern.
Heimdall had observed battles across separate realms without blinking. He had watched armies move through storms, tracked fugitives across the void, and kept his senses spread over the Nine Realms for days at a time.
Yet a few minutes of spying upon Hela and the fox had nearly driven him to the floor.
That alone was useful information.
Heimdall planted both feet more firmly and forced his spine straight. His effort at discipline did little to conceal the tremor running through his shoulders.
Heimdall wiped the sweat from his mouth with the back of one gauntlet. "Holding my sight upon the gathering was difficult. Concealing it from your daughter and the abomination consumed nearly everything I possessed…"
Odin's single eye narrowed as he descended the final step beneath his throne. "Hela discovered your gaze?"
Heimdall's jaw tightened as he slowly shook his head. "Not fully, All-Father. Her senses passed over the concealment several times. Each time she turned toward me, I shifted the point of observation through another reflection."
Odin's attention moved to the last traces of gold fading from the floor. "And the fox?"
Heimdall's fingers curled more tightly around the hilt of his sword. "He felt me."
The throne room became very still.
Heimdall drew another unsteady breath before continuing. "Only for a moment. His tails stopped moving, and his attention reached outward across the city. He could not find me, but he knew something was watching."
Odin's thumb moved slowly over one of Gungnir's carved runes. "But he did not follow your gaze back to Asgard?"
Heimdall lowered his head in acknowledgment. "No, All-Father."
Odin studied the watcher for another moment. Heimdall had fulfilled his purpose. There was no benefit in rebuking a loyal tool for being strained by a task it had nevertheless completed.
A measured reward would preserve that loyalty far more efficiently than punishment.
Odin allowed the tension in his hand to ease around Gungnir. "You have done well, Heimdall. I have seen enough."
Heimdall bowed deeply, although the movement nearly unbalanced him again. "Your praise honors me, All-Father!"
Odin made a small gesture of dismissal with two fingers. "Go. Restore your strength. I will require your eyes again."
Heimdall straightened with visible effort. "I will be ready when you call."
Odin watched in silence as Heimdall turned toward the immense doors.
The watcher crossed the throne room with the rigid stride of a man refusing to reveal weakness. Only the slight drag of one boot and the sweat still falling from his face betrayed how little strength remained to him.
The doors closed behind him.
Odin was alone once more. He stood among the dying embers of Heimdall's vision and reconstructed everything he had witnessed.
Hela had not merely been relaxing upon Midgard.
She had been recruiting. The ships filling Monaco's harbor belonged to merchant princes and wealthy nobles. The mortals gathered within that party controlled banks, corporations, factories, mines, shipping routes, and methods of transportation that crossed their primitive world with surprising efficiency.
Hela had approached them without hesitation. She had named herself Odin's firstborn and future Queen of Asgard. She had spoken openly of removing him from the throne. She had discussed trade agreements, transportation between realms, access to Asgardian resources, and the opportunities that would follow what Frigga had delicately called a correction of succession.
A correction! Odin's mouth tightened.
Frigga had made an armed rebellion sound like a minor administrative adjustment. She had taken Hela's threats of conquest and decapitation and translated them into language the mortals understood: transition, stability, investment, diplomacy.
The skill had once served him. Frigga had calmed difficult nobles, negotiated with conquered peoples, and convinced resistant kingdoms that surrendering to Asgard was preferable to being destroyed by it. Odin had cultivated those talents for centuries. Now she was using them against him.
His fingers tightened around Gungnir.
Before Helheim, Hela would have taken the harbor by force and demanded that every ship within it serve her. She would have considered merchants and bankers beneath her notice. She would have mistaken patience for weakness and diplomacy for cowardice.
The creature in Monaco had been different. She was still vicious. Still ambitious. Still dangerously certain that Asgard belonged to her. But she had learned to plan beyond the battle. She was arranging trade before seizing the throne. She was considering supply lines before gathering an army. She was introducing herself to Midgard's powerful families and allowing them to imagine how much wealth might flow through their hands once she controlled the Nine Realms.
Hela was not simply preparing to conquer Asgard. She was preparing to arrive with a government already waiting behind her.
The realization brought Gungnir down against the floor. Lightning erupted from the spearhead. The gold beneath it fractured in a branching circle, and thunder rolled through the abandoned throne room. Several hanging braziers flickered beneath the pressure of Odin's anger.
It was Haru's doing. It had to be. The fox has corrupted them both!
Frigga belonged to Asgard!
Hela's power belonged to Asgard, even if he decided to keep her changed up!
Their knowledge, their loyalty, and their bodies had all been shaped by Asgard's wars.
Therefore, they belonged to its king!
Odin turned his gaze toward the far side of the throne room, beyond which the broken foundations of the Bifrost stretched into the void.
The dwarves of Nidavellir had promised progress.
They had offered excuses instead.
The bridge's focusing matrix had been destroyed. The crystallized pathways no longer aligned. Entire sections of ancient spellwork had been burned so thoroughly by Haru's blue fire that the dwarven slaves claimed they would need to reconstruct the underlying principles rather than merely replace damaged material.
They spoke of harmonics, stellar alignments, and the dangers of rushing structures capable of splitting planets.
Odin heard only stubbornness.
The dwarves had forgotten that their skill existed to serve Asgard. Their forges, knowledge, and lives remained theirs only because generations of Asgardian kings had permitted it.
Once the present crisis ended, he would correct their attitude.
For now, their delays presented a practical difficulty. Vanko and Barnes would be separated, confined, examined, and possibly stripped of the qualities that made them valuable to Odin at this time.
The Bifrost would not be restored before the Midgardians moved their prisoners.
Prisoners that Odin could find a use for. They were enemies of Hela's new ally after all…
Fortunately, the Bifrost was not the only method of crossing between realms.
It was merely the cleanest.
But Dark Magic could open a small path to Midgard for a time, but that kind of power always came at a price.
Odin never considered using his own life force. His strength belonged to Asgard. Weakening himself would weaken the realm, and no responsible ruler would endanger millions merely to spare three subjects from their duty.
The people of Asgard lived beneath his protection. When necessary, they died for it. That was the balance upon which every kingdom rested.
Odin struck the base of Gungnir against the fractured floor.
A deep metallic note traveled through the palace.
The immense throne-room doors opened less than a minute later. The captain of the throne guard entered alone, crossed the chamber, and dropped to one knee at the prescribed distance.
The captain bowed until his forehead nearly touched his raised fist. "You summoned me, All-Father?"
Odin rested both hands atop Gungnir. "Prepare the sealed ritual chamber beneath the western tower."
The captain's shoulders shifted almost imperceptibly beneath his armor.
Odin watched him absorb the order before continuing. "Bring three subjects. They are to arrive within the hour!"
The captain lifted his head by a cautious fraction. "Which prisoners would you have me select, All-Father?"
Odin's expression remained still. "Not prisoners."
The captain's eyes rose despite himself.
Odin held the man's gaze. "The condemned in the prisons have been tortured for decades and now possess too little life energy for the ritual to consume. Choose ordinary Asgardian subjects. Any three will suffice, provided they are healthy!"
"Our own people…?" The captain's mouth opened before closing again.
Odin saw the hesitation gather in the man's face.
The captain lowered his gaze once more. "Will their families be informed of their service to the realm…?"
Odin considered the question only long enough to select the most efficient answer. "Their disappearances will be attributed to residual fractures created by the destruction of the Bifrost. Amend the watch reports accordingly!"
The captain remained motionless upon one knee.
Odin's voice grew more severe. "DOES SOME PART OF MY COMMAND REMAIN UNCLEAR?"
The captain's armored fingers curled against his thigh. "N-No, All-Father."
Odin leaned a fraction of his weight onto Gungnir. "Obedience to the All-Father is obedience to Asgard!"
The captain bowed his head even further. "As you command..."
Odin made a final dismissive motion. "See that it is done."
The captain rose, turned, and crossed the throne room without another word. The great doors closed behind him. Somewhere beyond the palace, three ordinary lives continued without knowing they had already been spent.
The details did not matter…
– Haru –
The black S.H.I.E.L.D. transport disappeared around the corner with Ivan Vanko and Bucky Barnes secured inside separate containment compartments.
I watched until it vanished from sight.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was no longer full of secret evil Nazis. At least, not enough secret evil Nazis to casually steal two high-value prisoners from beneath everyone's noses.
If the bad guys escaped from that, they had earned it.
My temporary career as Tony Stark's protective spy was finished.
Protecting Tony from professional assassins had been my responsibility. Protecting Tony from Tony remained Pepper's problem.
Forty minutes later, I was back in the rooftop pool. Who could say no to a second pool day after all?
I wore nothing but black swimming trunks. My fox ears, golden eyes, and ten tails remained fully visible. There was no point hiding them after half the internet had watched me catch bullets with my fur.
Milim stood at the opposite end of the pool in her bright pink bikini with gold trim. The tiny outfit clung to her body, and the afternoon light gleamed across the droplets covering her skin. She bent into an exaggerated racing stance, one foot braced against the tiled wall and her pink hair plastered against her shoulders.
Milim wiggled her hips with barely contained excitement. "Race me! No flying, no teleporting, and no cheating!"
I narrowed my eyes at her suspiciously. "Does that rule apply to both of us?"
Milim pressed one hand dramatically against her chest. "Of course! I'm extremely honorable!"
That should have warned me.
Milim launched herself forward before anyone counted down.
The water exploded behind her. A suspicious burst of pink magicules flashed around her feet, accelerating her through the pool like a torpedo fired by someone with no respect for civilian infrastructure.
I sent four tails streaking after her.
Two caught her waist before she reached the far wall. A third wrapped around her thighs, while the fourth spread across the water to absorb the wave she had created before it could devastate the newly repaired pool deck.
Milim twisted inside my tails and pointed accusingly toward the starting position. "That wasn't cheating! The magic burst was very small!"
I lifted her until her feet left the water. "You crossed half the pool in less than a second."
Milim grabbed the tail around her waist and climbed onto it like an enthusiastic sailor boarding a particularly fluffy ship. "I'm a naturally gifted swimmer!" She straddled the tail, wrapped both arms around it, and tried to steer it toward the waterslide.
I let her believe she had succeeded.
The tail carried her three feet before rising vertically and depositing her into the deepest part of the pool.
Milim hit the water with an enormous splash. She disappeared beneath the surface for half a second, then erupted upward with both arms raised in victory.
Milim slapped both palms against the water. "SURPRISE ATTACK!"
A wall of water struck me in the chest.
Most of it bounced harmlessly off my body.
The rest traveled past me.
Hela had been reclining against the pool's edge in an emerald bikini that left very little of her magnificent body to the imagination. She held one arm along the coping and carried herself with the regal composure of a queen enjoying a private bath rather than a public hotel pool.
Milim's wave hit her directly in the face.
Hela slowly wiped the water from her eyes.
A black tendril rose from Hela's shadow, curled around Milim's ankle, and yanked.
Milim vanished beneath the surface with an indignant squeak.
Hela settled back against the edge with a satisfied smile. "Balance has been restored..."
Frigga had remained safely beside her in an elegant white bikini. She had been self-conscious when she first put it on yesterday, but my and Hela's enthusiastic encouragement had apparently worked wonders. The material hugged her generous curves beautifully, and her golden hair floated around her shoulders on the water.
Frigga covered her mouth with one hand, attempting to hide her laughter. "That was beneath the dignity of Asgard's future queen."
Milim resurfaced behind her.
One aggressive sweep of Milim's arms sent another wave across the pool. Hela ducked. Frigga did not.
Water struck Frigga from behind, soaked her hair, and pushed her breasts against the pool's edge.
Frigga went very still. She slowly turned toward Milim. Her blue eyes narrowed. Then Frigga abandoned a thousand years of royal dignity, cupped both hands beneath the water, and launched a retaliatory splash hard enough to knock Milim backward.
Hela's face lit with delighted approval.
The next thirty seconds became war.
Milim attacked from beneath the water. Hela directed shadow tendrils with terrifying tactical precision. Frigga discovered that Vanir magic could turn a simple splash into an extremely accurate aquatic projectile.
My ten tails made me the strongest participant.
They also made me the largest target.
Milim climbed onto my back and used my ears as handles. Hela commandeered three of my tails as mobile cover. Frigga caught another tail against her chest and redirected it toward Milim like a golden siege engine.
By the time peace returned, half the pool deck was wet again.
Milim clung to my shoulders, legs locked around my waist and chin resting on top of my head. Hela reclined across one floating tail as though it were a royal chaise. Frigga held the pool's edge with both hands, laughing too hard to stand properly.
We eventually gathered in the warm shallows. Milim remained attached to me, while Hela stretched along my right side and Frigga settled on my left.
Hela surveyed the three of us with profound satisfaction. "This has been an excellent vacation."
Frigga rested her head against my shoulder and gave Hela a fond look.
I wrapped two tails around her.
Frigga leaned into the fur and closed her eyes. Hela moved against her other side, resting her cheek briefly against Frigga's wet golden hair.
The affectionate warmth of the moment lasted until I became acutely conscious of my surroundings.
Milim's nearly naked body was pressed against my back. Hela's thigh remained against mine. Frigga had one hand resting on my chest while two of my tails curled possessively around her waist.
All three women were wet.
All three were beautiful.
All three knew exactly what their proximity was doing to me.
My tails began wagging beneath the water.
Hela glanced down at the ripples spreading across the pool. Her eyes lifted toward mine with predatory amusement. "Your tails are confessing thoughts your mouth lacks the courage to express."
Frigga's cheeks reddened, but she moved closer rather than retreating. Her fingertips slowly traced the center of my chest. "Perhaps we should not embarrass him."
Hela arched one dark eyebrow. "You say that while touching him."
Frigga glanced at her own hand as though it had acted independently. She left it exactly where it was.
Milim slid down my back, pressed herself against my side, and proudly adjusted the strap of her pink bikini. "I told you this one was the best! Haru stared at me for almost seven whole seconds when I put it on."
I attempted to gather the scattered remains of my dignity. "I was making sure it fit correctly."
Milim pushed her chest more firmly against my arm. "It fits great!"
Hela's hand disappeared beneath the water and settled possessively against my thigh. Frigga's fingers moved higher across my chest. Milim hooked one leg over mine as if worried I might attempt to escape.
Hela turned toward me in the water, her green eyes darkening as a wicked grin spread across her face. "Let's all go up to our room and fuck already!"
(The rest of this chapter is R-18)
My hips drove forward hard enough to make the headboard strike the wall!
Milim's legs locked around my waist as my cock plunged back into her. Her slick pussy stretched around me, impossibly hot and tight, clinging to every inch when I pulled back before swallowing me again on the next thrust. Her petite curves rocked beneath me, her breasts bouncing with the force of our bodies colliding.
Her pink hair spread across the ruined sheets. Both hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as she dragged me closer. She met every thrust with an eager snap of her hips, taking me as deeply as our bodies allowed.
My ten tails filled most of the bed. Two braced me against the mattress. Another pair curled beneath Milim's thighs and held her legs open, while a fifth wrapped around her waist to keep her perfectly aligned beneath me.
Milim threw her head back, exposing her throat as a broken moan tore from her lips. "Harder, Haru! Fuck me harder!"
I bared my teeth in a grin and pulled almost completely out of her. "You asked for it."
I slammed forward.
Milim's entire body jolted. Her pussy squeezed around me so sharply that a grunt escaped my throat.
The oversized mattress shifted beneath us. Frigga and Hela were tangled together only a few feet away, both completely naked. Frigga lay on her back with her golden hair fanned across the pillows, her full breasts rising and falling beneath Hela's greedy attention.
Hela sucked one hard nipple deep into her mouth. Her teeth closed around the sensitive flesh just firmly enough to make Frigga arch. Two black-nailed fingers worked inside Frigga's dripping pussy, curling with every thrust while Hela's thumb circled her clit.
Frigga's thighs trembled around Hela's hand. One of her hands tangled in Hela's dark hair, urging her lower, while the other crushed a fistful of sheets.
Frigga's hips chased Hela's fingers as desperation stripped the regal composure from her face. "Hela—please. I'm so close."
Hela released Frigga's nipple with a wet pop. Her green eyes gleamed as she deliberately slowed her fingers. "I know."
Frigga made a wounded sound.
Watching them drove another pulse of heat through my cock. Milim felt it. Her pussy fluttered around me, and the grin spreading across her face made it clear she knew exactly what had caused it.
Milim tightened her legs around my waist and used them to pull me deeper. "Stop watching them and fuck me!"
I dropped onto my forearms, caging her beneath me. "Jealous?"
"Nom!" Milim bit down my shoulder and clenched around my cock!
I stopped holding back.
My hips hammered into Milim in a brutal rhythm. The bed shook beneath us. Her wetness coated my cock and spread across both our thighs, every impact producing another obscene slap of skin against skin.
The tails beneath her legs lifted higher. Milim's knees were forced toward her shoulders, opening her completely while I drove down into her. Each thrust buried me to the base and ground my pelvis against her swollen clit.
Milim's loud cries dissolved into incoherent fragments. Her hands left my shoulders and clawed at the sheets. Her head thrashed against the pillows while her body struggled between meeting my thrusts and writhing away from the overwhelming pressure.
Hela's fingers continued moving inside Frigga beside us, but my attention narrowed onto the Demon Lord beneath me.
I felt Milim's orgasm coming before she could announce it.
Her pussy began contracting in quick, uneven pulses. Her stomach tightened. Both legs locked around my sides, and her heels dug into my back.
Milim's eyes flew open as her body arched violently from the bed. "H-Haru—I'm—!"
Her orgasm tore through her before she could finish.
Milim squealed so sharply that the hotel windows probably reconsidered their structural integrity. Her pussy convulsed around my cock, squeezing hard enough to disrupt my rhythm. Hot fluid sprayed between our bodies with every contraction, soaking my pelvis, thighs, and the already-ruined sheets beneath her.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself through three more thrusts.
Each one made her squirt again.
The relentless clenching dragged me over the edge. I buried myself one final time, held there for half a heartbeat, then tore free before I came.
My cock pulsed against Milim's stomach.
The first thick jet struck beneath her breasts. The second painted a hot line across her abdomen. More followed, coating her breasts and stomach while she lay beneath me, flushed, shaking, and staring up with a dazed smile.
I braced one hand beside her head as the last pulses spilled over her skin.
My breathing came hard, but my cock remained rigid above her stomach. Demon Lord stamina had its advantages.
Beside us, Hela abruptly withdrew her fingers from Frigga.
Frigga's entire body followed the retreating hand. Her hips lifted helplessly from the mattress, trying to reclaim the stimulation that had brought her within reach of release.
Frigga's eyes opened with desperate outrage. "Why did you stop?"
Hela did not answer. Her attention had fixed upon Milim.
Hela crawled across the mattress with the slow grace of a predator that knew its prey had nowhere to go. She settled beside Milim and studied the semen covering her breasts and stomach with open hunger.
Milim's dazed smile shifted as Hela leaned over her.
Hela dragged her tongue through the streak beneath Milim's small breasts. She followed it upward, licking my cum from Milim's skin before closing her lips around one stiff nipple.
Milim gasped and arched into her mouth.
Hela sucked firmly, tasting both of us, then released Milim's breast and kissed her way down the center of her stomach. Her tongue collected another thick streak before she raised her head.
Hela's black hair spilled around her face as her green eyes darkened. "You've been a very naughty Demon Lord, Milim. You technically started all this in the pool…"
Milim's thighs opened wider despite the tremors still moving through them. Her eyes gleamed with immediate challenge. "What are you going to do about it?"
Hela's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Punish you."
Milim deliberately stretched both arms above her head and spread herself completely. "Then do it."
Black shadows poured across the sheets.
Two bands curled around Milim's wrists and secured them above her head. Another pair slid around her thighs, drawing them apart and holding them open. The restraints tightened enough to prevent movement without biting painfully into her skin.
Milim tested them once.
The shadows held.
She could have shattered them with raw strength. Instead, she relaxed into their grip and grinned.
Hela settled between Milim's legs. Her hands pushed the trembling thighs even wider as she looked at the swollen, dripping pussy exposed before her.
Hela's tongue slid slowly across her lower lip. "Don't move."
Milim pulled against the shadows and lifted her hips in invitation. "Tehe… Make me!"
Hela lowered her mouth.
Milim's taunt became a scream.
Hela's tongue dragged firmly through her soaked folds, from her leaking entrance to her oversensitive clit. She closed her lips around the swollen bud and sucked without giving Milim time to recover from her first orgasm.
Milim bucked against the shadows.
They pulled her flat.
Hela held her there and sucked harder.
I turned toward Frigga. The Vanir goddess remained sprawled beside me, her entire body flushed with thwarted need. Hela's unfinished work glistened between her open thighs. Her breasts heaved with every breath, nipples dark and rigid from Hela's mouth.
Frigga looked from Milim's restrained body to my still-hard cock.
Something in her expression broke.
I shifted onto my back against the pillows and opened one arm toward her. "Come here."
Frigga moved before I finished speaking.
She climbed across my body and straddled my hips. Her mature, voluptuous body filled my vision—heavy breasts, soft stomach, powerful thighs, and generous curves that had been hidden beneath royal gowns for far too long.
Frigga wrapped one hand around my cock. Her fingers were warm and firm as she positioned me against her entrance.
Her blue eyes held mine as she began lowering herself.
The head of my cock pushed through her slick folds. Frigga's mouth fell open as her pussy slowly stretched around me. She descended with deliberate control, taking one thick inch after another until her composure fractured into a deep, trembling moan.
Frigga paused halfway down, thighs shaking around my waist.
I gripped her hips but allowed her to choose the pace.
Frigga closed her eyes, released a shuddering breath, and sank the rest of the way.
My cock disappeared inside her until her ass settled against my thighs. Her pussy enclosed me with a deep, wet heat that forced my fingers to tighten against her hips.
Frigga's nails pressed into my chest as she adjusted to the fullness. "You feel even larger like this."
I slid both hands around to her ass and squeezed. "You feel fucking incredible."
Frigga opened her eyes. The pure lust in them made my tails flare across the bed.
She lifted herself until only the head remained inside her, then dropped back down.
Her full breasts bounced with the impact.
Frigga began riding me with controlled, rolling movements. Each descent took me completely. Her hips circled at the bottom, grinding herself against me before she rose again.
Two tails curled around her waist. Another pair slipped beneath her thighs and supported her without controlling her movement. They helped lift her higher, then pulled her down harder whenever she chose to descend.
Beside us, Hela drove two fingers into Milim's pussy while keeping her mouth sealed around her clit.
Milim jerked against the shadow restraints. Her thighs strained uselessly against the bands holding them open. Every attempt to escape only exposed her more completely to Hela's tongue.
Milim's head rolled across the pillow as desperate sounds spilled from her. "Too sensitive—Hela, it's too much!"
Hela released Milim's clit long enough to look up. Her chin glistened with Milim's arousal. "That is why it is a punishment."
Milim dragged in a broken breath as Hela's fingers curled inside her. "Don't you dare stop."
Hela's smile turned vicious. "I wasn't planning to."
Her mouth returned to Milim.
Frigga watched them over her shoulder.
The sight destroyed what remained of her measured pace.
She began riding me harder.
Her ass slapped against my thighs. Her breasts bounced wildly with every descent. The elegant goddess who had negotiated between realms and carried herself through royal courts vanished beneath raw, chosen hunger.
I thrust upward to meet her.
Frigga cried out and clawed four red lines across my chest. Her pussy tightened around me as her pace became frantic, no longer smooth or regal—only desperate.
My tails hauled her down harder while my hands kneaded her ass.
Frigga leaned over me, golden hair falling around our faces. Her breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me with open-mouthed hunger.
I caught her lower lip between my teeth and drove upward.
Frigga broke the kiss with a gasp.
I watched pleasure tear through her expression. "You're so fucking beautiful."
Frigga's eyes shone as she rose and slammed herself down again. "Then show me how much you want me."
I planted my feet against the mattress.
Every upward thrust met her descent with enough force to shake the bed. Frigga stopped controlling the pace entirely. Her body belonged to the rhythm between us, her cries growing louder as my cock drove into her again and again.
Hela's shadows tightened around Milim.
Hela spread Milim's pussy with two fingers and attacked her clit with rapid, merciless strokes of her tongue. Her other hand drove two fingers deep, then added a third.
Milim's back arched.
Her wrists strained against the restraints. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her pussy clenched around Hela's fingers as another orgasm built too quickly for her to endure.
Milim's face twisted in ecstatic panic. "Hela—I'm gonna squirt!"
Hela pressed her mouth harder against Milim and did not slow down.
Milim came violently.
A broken scream ripped from her throat as fluid gushed across Hela's mouth and face. Her entire body convulsed against the shadows. Her pussy gripped Hela's fingers in rapid pulses while more wetness sprayed across the bedding.
Hela swallowed what reached her tongue.
Then she kept going.
Milim's scream dissolved into helpless, incoherent pleading.
The sight pushed Frigga over the edge.
Her pussy clamped around my cock with sudden, crushing force. Frigga threw her head back, golden hair flying as her entire body seized above me.
Frigga's nails dug into my chest. "Haru!"
Her orgasm rolled through her in powerful contractions. Every pulse squeezed my cock tighter, milking it while she continued bouncing through the pleasure.
I grabbed her hips and took control.
I thrust upward once. Twice! On the third, Frigga collapsed forward and buried her face against my neck.
Her trembling voice broke against my skin. "Inside me. Please—cum inside me."
I wrapped both arms around her waist and drove myself as deep as I could.
My cock pulsed inside her.
The first release tore a groan from my throat. I held Frigga against me while thick cum spilled deep into her clenching pussy. Her body shuddered with every pulse, her walls continuing to contract around me as I emptied myself inside her.
Frigga clung to my shoulders and moaned against my throat.
I kept her pressed to my chest after the final pulse, my cock still buried inside her. Her breath came in hot, ragged bursts against my skin. One of my tails curled around her back while another stroked slowly through her golden hair.
Across the bed, Hela finally withdrew her fingers from Milim.
The shadow restraints dissolved.
Milim's arms dropped limply onto the sheets. Her thighs remained spread where Hela had left them. My cum still streaked her breasts and stomach, while her own release soaked the bed beneath her. Every few seconds, another aftershock made her body twitch.
Hela rose from between Milim's legs.
Her lips and chin glistened. She wiped her mouth with the back of one hand, inspected the moisture left across her black nails, and licked them clean one at a time.
Then her green eyes settled on me.
Frigga felt that gaze and slowly rolled from my chest, leaving space beside me without moving far away.
Hela crawled across the ruined sheets. Her dark hair framed a face filled with predatory satisfaction, and her smile promised that the night had barely begun.
She reached me, placed one wet hand against my chest, and swung one leg across my hips. "Now it's my turn."
Hela's wet palm rested against my chest as she swung one leg across my hips. Her green eyes gleamed with anticipation. She expected to lower herself onto me, set the pace, and take control exactly as she had with Milim.
I caught both of her hips before she could settle.
My fingers tightened against her warm skin. "It is your turn for punishment."
Hela's smile widened.
Then I rolled.
Her back struck the mattress with a startled gasp. I followed her down, pinning her beneath my body before she could react. Two of my tails curled around her thighs and spread them apart while a third wrapped around her waist.
Surprise flashed across Hela's face.
It lasted less than a heartbeat before a large flush replaced it.
Hela's fingers slid into my hair as she tried to pull me toward her. "You seem to have misunderstood what I meant."
I caught her lower lip between my teeth and kissed her hard.
Hela's challenge dissolved into a moan.
My tongue pushed between her lips. She met it eagerly, kissing me with the same greedy focus she brought to everything else. Her nails scraped across my scalp near the base of my fox ears, and my tails flared behind me in response.
I broke the kiss and moved down her face. My mouth found the sensitive skin beneath her ear. I sucked hard enough to leave a dark mark, then followed her neck down with slow kisses and controlled bites.
Hela tilted her head to give me better access.
My hands slid down the insides of her muscular thighs. Her legs flexed around me, powerful enough to crush stone, but she kept them open beneath my tails.
Hela rolled her hips upward and tried to catch my cock against her wet pussy. "If you intend to dominate me, beloved, you should stop wasting time."
I bit the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
Her body jerked beneath mine.
I raised my head and met her impatient gaze. "You spent the last round commanding Milim. This one belongs to me."
Hela's pupils widened.
I moved lower before she could answer.
Both hands closed around her breasts. I kneaded the soft flesh, enjoying the weight against my palms before taking one stiff nipple into my mouth.
Hela arched sharply from the bed.
I sucked firmly, circling the sensitive point with my tongue before catching it carefully between my teeth. Her fingers tightened in my hair. A low, throaty sound vibrated through her chest.
Her free hand reached for my shoulder, trying to lever me onto my back.
One golden tail caught her wrist and pressed it into the mattress.
Hela stared at the fur encircling her arm. Her smile became something darker and far more excited.
I released her breast and moved to the other. My teeth grazed the nipple before my lips closed around it.
Hela's hips began moving restlessly beneath me. Wetness coated the inside of one thigh. She was already slick enough to take me, but I continued kissing and biting her breasts until her attempts to control the pace became frustrated squirming.
Hela dragged her nails along my scalp. "Haru…"
I lifted my head from her chest.
Hela's gaze burned into mine. "Fuck me!"
I slid both hands beneath her waist. "Not like this." Before Hela could ask what I meant, I flipped her over.
She landed on her hands and knees near the center of the bed. Her black hair spilled down her back, and the movement sent lean muscles rolling beneath her pale skin.
I sat behind her and admired the view.
Hela's toned back tapered into a narrow waist. Below it, her firm, rounded ass remained lifted toward me. Her thighs were spread just enough to expose the glistening pink folds between them.
She looked over one shoulder. The smile on her face suggested she had chosen the position herself. The slight trembling in her thighs revealed otherwise.
I ran both palms slowly down her back. My hands followed the curves of her waist before closing around her ass.
Hela pushed backward into my grip.
I squeezed both cheeks, spread them apart, and stared openly at the wet pussy waiting beneath them.
Hela's shoulders shifted as she arched more deeply. "Do you like what you see?"
I dragged the length of my cock between her folds without entering. "Very much."
Her pussy lips were drenched. I rolled my hips, sliding from her entrance to her clit and coating myself in her wetness.
Hela pressed backward, trying to force the head inside.
I withdrew.
She made an irritated sound.
My palm struck her right ass cheek! The slap cracked through the suite. A red handprint bloomed across the pale curve.
Hela jolted forward, then immediately pushed back again.
I struck the other side!
Her arms trembled, but the moan that escaped her was pure pleasure.
Hela turned her head enough to glare at me over her shoulder. "If that was meant to discourage me, you will need to try considerably harder!"
I gathered her hair in one hand and pulled until her neck arched. "I know."
My palm landed again.
Hela gasped.
I rubbed the temporary redness afterward, massaging the firm flesh beneath my hand before delivering another slap. Every impact drove her forward. Every time, she rocked backward and silently asked for more.
One tail wrapped around her waist. Two curled around her thighs, holding her steady without preventing her from moving. Another stroked slowly down her spine, soft fur contrasting with the force of my hand.
I dragged my cock through her pussy again.
Hela tried to meet me.
I made her wait. Her wetness coated the head. Her entrance fluttered every time it brushed against her, desperate to pull me inside.
Hela's fingers dug into the bedding. "Enough teasing!"
I tightened my grip on her hair. "You're still trying to give orders…?"
Her ass pushed back against my cock. "Then make me stop!"
I positioned myself at her entrance. The head of my cock pressed into her. Hela's pussy resisted for one delicious moment before opening around me. I pushed slowly, letting her feel every inch stretching her, until half my cock had disappeared inside.
Hela's breath shuddered from her lungs.
Then I drove forward!
My hips struck her ass as I buried myself to the base.
Hela gasped loudly and dropped onto her forearms. Her pussy clenched around me, gripping so tightly that I had to pause before withdrawing. The sensations inside her were overwhelming. Her slick walls squeezed every inch, contracting in uneven pulses as her body adjusted to being completely filled.
I pulled back until only the head remained.
Then I thrust deep again.
Hela's ass met my hips with a wet slap.
I started with long, measured strokes. Each one dragged almost completely out before driving back to the base. Her internal muscles clung to my cock and resisted every retreat, then fluttered when I filled her again.
Hela recovered enough to push backward.
She matched me stroke for stroke, forcing me deeper whenever our hips collided. Her head turned slightly. "Faster!"
I yanked her hair hard enough to lift her shoulders. "No orders!"
My palm cracked against her ass.
Her pussy tightened instantly.
I increased the pace anyway.
The bed began shaking beneath us. My hips slammed into Hela's ass, driving her forward while the tail around her waist hauled her back. Every thrust buried me fully before I withdrew and did it again.
Hela tried to maintain her commanding expression.
Her body betrayed her. Her mouth remained open. Her breath came in sharp gasps. Her thighs trembled inside my tails, and her pussy became wetter with every forceful stroke.
She normally dominated because surrender had never been safe for her.
Surrender had meant someone else controlling her fate. Hela seized control before anyone else could take it because history had taught her exactly what happened when she allowed another person power over her.
But she pushed backward into me willingly. She gave me her body because she knew I would return every piece of control the instant she asked.
Frigga shifted across the bed in front of Hela. The Vanir goddess was still flushed from riding me. My cum glistened between her thighs, and her full breasts swayed as she settled against the pillows.
Frigga reached down and cupped Hela's face.
Hela lifted her head.
Frigga kissed her deeply while I continued fucking her from behind.
Hela's moan disappeared into Frigga's mouth. Their tongues moved together, and Frigga's fingers stroked through Hela's black hair beneath my grip.
Frigga broke the kiss and guided Hela toward her chest.
Hela closed her mouth around one of Frigga's nipples.
Frigga's eyes fluttered shut. One hand cradled the back of Hela's head while the other stroked her cheek.
I tightened the tail around Hela's waist and drove into her harder.
Hela groaned around Frigga's nipple.
Frigga pulled her closer, offering more of the heavy breast to Hela's greedy mouth. Her composed expression softened as she watched Hela surrender to the rhythm I imposed. Frigga traced one thumb along Hela's cheek. "You don't need to fight him, my love. Let yourself feel it."
Hela's hands tightened against the sheets.
For a moment, I expected another defiant answer. Instead, her shoulders relaxed. She stopped trying to anticipate my pace.
Her body yielded to me completely.
Milim moved beside Hela's hips. The pink-haired Demon Lord remained flushed and thoroughly spent from Hela's punishment, but the exhaustion had done nothing to reduce the enthusiasm gleaming in her eyes.
Milim rolled onto her side and reached between Hela's thighs. Her fingertips found Hela's swollen clit.
Hela jerked so violently that her breast slipped from Frigga's mouth.
Milim grinned as she began rubbing quick circles timed to my thrusts. "You were a lot scarier when I was the one tied up!"
Hela glared down at her through disheveled black hair. "Enjoy this while it lasts. When Haru finishes, I will—"
Milim pinched Hela's clit carefully between two fingers.
Hela's threat shattered into a cry.
Milim's grin widened. "You'll what?"
Hela tried to reach down.
Frigga caught her wrist and guided it back to the mattress.
Frigga's blue eyes held quiet amusement. "You were warned to stop fighting."
Hela looked between them, then back at me over her shoulder.
I buried myself deep and ground against her.
Her eyelids fluttered.
Milim returned to rubbing her clit. She varied the pressure—fast circles, a careful roll between her fingers, then nothing for half a breath.
Every time Milim withdrew, Hela chased her hand.
Every time Milim touched her again, Hela's pussy clenched around my cock.
I drove into her without mercy.
My hand remained tangled in her hair. My other alternated between gripping her hip and striking her reddened ass. The tails around her thighs held her open, while the one around her waist pulled her back to meet every thrust.
Frigga reclaimed Hela's mouth.
Milim worked her clit.
I fucked her harder!
Hela's practiced control came apart beneath us. Her arms began trembling. Her back arched until the muscles stood out beneath her skin. Her cries became louder and less coherent, every sharp impact forcing another sound from her throat.
I watched her beautiful body surrender to all three of us. "You look incredible like this."
Hela turned her flushed face toward me. Her eyes were unfocused with pleasure. "Do not slow down!"
For once, it wasn't an order. It was a plea.
I released her hair and caught both hips. Two tails lifted her thighs slightly, changing the angle. Then I drove into her as hard as I could without hurting her!
The headboard slammed repeatedly against the wall. The frame groaned. The mattress shifted several inches beneath us, but the expensive hotel bed somehow remained intact.
Hela screamed into Frigga's breast.
Milim's fingers moved faster.
Hela's pussy fluttered wildly around my cock. Her thighs tried to close, but the tails around them kept her open.
Milim felt the change and pressed two fingers firmly around Hela's clit. "She's close!"
Frigga held Hela's face against her chest and stroked the back of her head. "Then stop holding yourself apart from us. Cum for him!"
I wrapped one arm around Hela's waist and pulled her upper body upright.
Her back pressed against my chest. Frigga supported her from the front while Milim kept her hand between Hela's thighs.
I continued pounding her from behind.
Hela's head fell back against my shoulder. Her black hair stuck to both our skin. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, and Frigga caught one in each hand.
I bit Hela's neck.
Milim pinched her clit.
Frigga squeezed both nipples.
Hela came apart.
Her pussy clamped around my cock with crushing force. Her entire body locked in my arms before violent tremors tore through her. A scream burst from her throat, raw and uncontrolled. Hot fluid spilled across Milim's hand and splashed onto the sheets.
Hela's internal contractions dragged along my shaft in powerful waves.
I kept thrusting.
Each movement prolonged her orgasm. Her arms finally gave out, but Frigga caught her upper body and held her against her breasts.
Hela shook between us, helpless beneath the pleasure we forced through her.
The crushing spasms around my cock pushed me toward my own release.
I returned Hela to her hands and knees, although Frigga continued supporting her shoulders.
Then I gave her five final strokes.
The first drove a broken gasp from her.
The second made her ass tremble.
The third forced another contraction around me.
On the fourth, my control broke.
I buried myself completely for the fifth, then pulled out.
My hand closed around my wet cock as Hela remained on her knees, back arched and ass raised toward me.
The first thick jet of cum struck between her shoulder blades. Hela looked back as the next pulse painted a hot line down the center of her toned back. More cum spilled across her lower back and both reddened ass cheeks, coating her pale skin in glossy streaks. My cock throbbed in my fist until the final drops landed above her pussy.
Hela watched over her shoulder with a deeply satisfied smile. Her arms finally collapsed.
Frigga caught her and lowered her gently onto the mattress. For several moments, none of us moved.
The room smelled of sweat, sex, and the faint salt of the sea drifting through the open balcony doors. The bed looked as though four supernatural beings had spent several hours testing its warranty.
That was a reasonably accurate description…
Hela managed to lift one eyebrow at me. "You may congratulate yourself. Very few beings have ever forced the Goddess of Death onto her knees..."
I chuckled. Several tails wrapped around us, forming a soft golden nest. Hela sighed happily and began settling into the soft fur.
Frigga moved behind her and wrapped one arm around Hela's waist. Her fingers combed gently through Hela's black hair.
Milim sprawled across our legs, still naked and exhausted. She rested her cheek on one of my tails and closed her eyes with a satisfied smile.
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