READ ALEX TAKING ON SCARLET WITCH ON MY PATREON!!
***********
A world where Marvel Rivals was a game to play. A world where the impossible was not supposed to happen yet did.
Alex was the ordinary man at the center of it all.
He leaned on the balcony railing of his new house, sipping a cold beer. The air was thick with the scent of magnolias and the distant spice of someone cooking gumbo. New Orleans had a way of making life feel slower, like time melted under the humidity. He didn't have a job. Didn't have a plan. But he had a house, and that was because of a certain redhead. His ridiculously talented, terrifyingly competent roommate had pulled off some cyber heist magic, and now he had a place to call home.
Life was good.
'Man, I really lucked out,' he thought, watching the darkening sky. 'A free house with a theatre downstairs and even a huge living room for Marvel Rivals. What more could I ask for?'
He couldn't, he really couldn't.
Despite the fact that Alex had no job and no clear ambition beyond vibing, his house—mansion, really—was absolutely ridiculous. It looked like it belonged to an oil baron or a retired crime lord.
The mansion sat just on the outskirts of New Orleans, surrounded by ancient oak trees draped in Spanish moss. A massive wrought-iron gate guarded the long driveway, leading up to the three-story beast of a home. The architecture blended old Southern charm with sleek, modern renovations—white columns, wraparound balconies, and wide double doors that opened into a grand foyer with marble floors and a massive chandelier that looked stupidly expensive.
Inside, the house had an open, airy feel. High ceilings, elegant archways, and floor-to-ceiling windows that let in golden Louisiana sunlight. The main living room was a mix of old-world luxury and modern laziness—deep leather couches, antique bookshelves, but also a giant flatscreen mounted above an unnecessarily large fireplace.
In contrast to the mansion's elegant aesthetic, Alex's gaming setup was pure, unapologetic nerd paradise. The TV was a top-tier 8K monstrosity, practically big enough to make Natasha Romanoff and Hela life-sized in Marvel Rivals. The sound system? Exquisite.
So here he was, outside after hours of play. He was chilling.
That was when the sky cracked open.
A streak of green fire shot across the sky, burning through the night. It came fast—too fast—before smashing straight into his balcony with an explosion of wood and sparks. Alex flinched, shielding his face as debris flew everywhere. His beer tumbled to the ground, foaming out onto the wooden floorboards.
"…The hell?"
Coughing through the dust, he approached the impact site. In the center of the wreckage was—
"Oh. Huh."
A woman. Completely naked. Unconscious. Pale skin, long black hair spilling across the broken wood. And that ass. That unmistakable, perfectly sculpted ass.
Alex knew exactly who she was.
It wasn't just the fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous—literally, considering her whole deal. No, this was Hela. The Asgardian Goddess of Death. A force of nature. One of the baddest villains to ever grace a Marvel game. And right now, she was sprawled across his destroyed balcony like she'd just fallen out of the sky.
'Okay. Okay, Alex, let's assess the situation.'
One: Hela was real.
Two: She was on his balcony.
Three: She was naked.
Four: It looked like it was about to rain.
"…Yeah, I'm gonna regret this," Alex muttered, bending down. He carefully scooped her up—Jesus, she was heavier than she looked, some Asgardian density bullshit—and carried her inside.
***
Two hours passed.
Hela stirred on the couch, eyelids fluttering. The moment her green eyes snapped open, they locked onto him with the intensity of a predator. They were in his living room, a big peaceful area. Nothing to be concerned over. But this woman was a natural predator. An alpha that did not take kindly to be moved, touched, or in unfamiliar situations.
"Where am I?" the goddess of death demanded.
Alex waved a hand to appease her. "Err, your highness, you're in my house. New Orleans. Earth."
Hela sat up, shoulders rolling back like she was still adjusting to her body. Her expression remained unreadable, but her gaze flicked around the room—assessing, calculating. With an exasperated sigh, she flopped against the cushions.
"Fantastic. Stuck in Midgard."
Alex leaned against the wall. "Yeah, you, uh… fell through my balcony."
She arched an eyebrow. "I fell?"
"Like a meteorite," Alex said, motioning to the window and the splintered wood outside. "What happened?"
Hela barely acknowledged his question. Instead, she held up her hands and focused. Nothing happened. Her fingers twitched, brows furrowing. She tried again. Still nothing.
Her entire body went still.
"…No," she whispered.
Alex blinked. "Uh. No…?"
Hela whipped her gaze to him, eyes burning with sudden rage. "What have you done?"
"Whoa, whoa, hold up—what have I done?" Alex held up his hands in surrender. "Lady Hela, I'm just some guy. I didn't zap your powers away. I didn't drop you here. I was just playing Marvel Rivals, that's all!"
"Like I know what that is."
"S-sorry!"
She studied him like a wolf deciding whether to bother devouring an ant. Hela's glare softened—just a little.
"…Hmph."
To his complete lack of surprise, she made no effort to cover herself. She wasn't stacked like Natasha or the other Marvel Rivals characters were. Hela was lean with B-cups and an arched back. Her ass was amazing but, well, she was sitting right now.
Alex turned away. "Ahem, want a blanket or something?"
Hela cackled. "Modesty is a mortal construct."
"Well, uh, I'm mortal, and I'm constructing a blanket for you." He grabbed one from the chair and tossed it at her. Hela caught it effortlessly, amused, and threw it away. She wanted to flaunt her body. Her cunt and her boobs, all of it was divine and deserving of worship and eyeship.
Or perhaps as death, she truly did not care. His dick twitched. That was going to be a problem for Alex...
"So fragile," Hela mused. "So easily flustered."
Alex exhaled. "Sorry, Lady Hela. I was just...this is my place so..."
Hela lounged against the couch, tapping a black-painted nail against her bare knee. "Tell me, mortal. If I am truly powerless, then what am I to do in this realm?"
"…Eat?"
She gave him a flat look.
"I mean, look," Alex continued, "you're stuck here, at least for now. You might as well get comfortable. And step one of being comfortable is food."
Hela considered this, then shrugged. "Very well. But it will meet my standards."
'Yeah, that's not happening.' Alex grabbed his phone and scrolled through takeout options. 'She doesn't need to know I can't cook for shit. Welcome to Midgard, lady. Enjoy some Popeyes.'
***
On the sofa, Alex observed Hela take another bite of her chicken sandwich. He'd gone for the classic Popeyes meal, figuring it was the safest bet for an Asgardian with high standards. The way she was eating, though, you'd think he'd just introduced her to the concept of pleasure itself.
"This…" Hela muttered between bites, eyes narrowing in what could only be described as suspicion. "This is… remarkable."
"Yeah, it's good, right?"
Hela didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took another deliberate bite, chewing slowly like she was trying to decipher some grand cosmic mystery. Sucking in air, she admitted, "It is… acceptable."
Alex chuckled. "Thank you. High praise from the Goddess of Death."
Hela shot him a look, then continued eating like a woman possessed. The fries were devoured. The biscuit was treated with the same reverence as an Asgardian feast. When she finally finished, she leaned back and exhaled, looking way too satisfied for someone who just ate fast food.
Alex grinned. "So, what's the verdict?"
Hela turned to him, crossing her legs. "You have done well, mortal. You have pleased me."
He snorted. "Well, I'm glad you—"
"Take off your pants."
Alex froze. "…Uh. What?"
Hela gestured vaguely at his lower half. "Drop them. As a reward, I shall bed you."
Alex blinked. "I—huh?"
She arched an eyebrow. "Are you deaf? I am offering you the honor of my divine embrace."
"…For bringing you fast food?"
Hela tilted her head. "I see no problem with this."
Alex rubbed his temples. "I… I just don't think that's how this works."
Hela rolled her eyes. "Mortal customs are exhausting. In Asgard, a warrior is rewarded for their service. You have provided me with exceptional sustenance. I shall return the favor."
She stood up, as if the matter were already settled.
Alex hesitated. Then shrugged. "…Well, I mean, who am I to refuse a goddess?"
With that, he stood up, facing her, and undid his belt, letting his pants drop. Thud.
Hela's eyes widened.
Her usual smug expression vanished as she stared at the absolute unit hanging between his legs. For the first time since waking up in his house, she looked genuinely caught off guard.
"…Ah."
Alex smiled politely. "Something wrong?"
Hela's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her gaze flicked between his face and his, uh, offering, like she was trying to process what she was seeing. In a quiet, almost tsundere mutter, she said, "I suppose I underestimated Midgardian stock…"
"Meaning...?
Hela's eyes narrowed. "Silence. Do not assume this impresses me."
"O-okay?"
"I have seen greater."
"Mhm."
"I have conquered realms beyond measure."
"Absolutely."
She was staring at that grandfather clock of a cock. The giant balls the size of her fists and the dong that stuck to his thigh, girthy and without veins. It wasn't hard and yet it was the biggest thing she had ever seen. Hela swallowed thickly. "I am not flustered."
Alex just blinked. "Er, okay. So, are we doing this or—?"
Twitch. Hela's eyes widened. "Odin's beard..." Twitch, twitch. Her genuine appreciation and fear was a bit erotic. Hela had a naturally seductive voice and his cock reacted to that. It was huge, even in its soft state. The goddess had expected something average, unremarkable. But this… this was something else entirely.
Hela reached forward.
"In all the Nine Realms..."
Her fingers didn't touch. Her fingers didn't touch and it was flaccid.
"Haa...what are you, a horse? A mare? A donkey?" Hela let out a sound that seemed like a whimper when his cock started to harden and thicken. "A-although even those things weren't..."
Silence.
Silence in reverence of this mortal cock.
Alex could feel the blood rushing to his groin as her hand began to move, slowly coaxing him to full attention. He watched her face, the way her eyes flickered with interest, the way her lips parted in surprise as he grew harder and harder in her grasp.
Hela couldn't tear her eyes away. She had seen many things in her long life, but this… this was something else entirely. His cock was now fully erect, thick and imposing, standing proudly before her. She had to admit, it was impressive.
Twelve inches...no, probably closer to thirteen inches. A damn girth monster too. That was what was getting to her, the girth. Most women preferred length; Hela preferred girth and Alex had it in spades.
"You're… quite the specimen," she said, her voice losing some of its usual arrogance. Her fingers continued to stroke him, exploring every inch as if she were studying a rare artifact. She then pulled and pushed him by the cock and forced him to sit on the couch. She sat right beside him as though she were his owner and he was a pet.
Alex let out a low moan, his head falling back against the couch. He had never experienced anything like this before. Hela had a cold touch to her and it was like a mist. It didn't make sense until one considered this was the hand of death.
'I-I'm getting a handjob by literal death.'
He didn't know what the game of Marvel Rivals wanted him but he was more than happy accepting it. Hela was shockingly skilled; moreso, it was her speed. She went from slow as a snail to rapidly jerking him off.
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
Really, really fast! POV porn star videos had nothing on Hela.
But it was the look on her face, the way she was clearly affected by him, that made it even more intense.
Hela could feel her own pussy leaking as she continued to stroke him. There was something about his size and his normalcy that was making her feel…
No. No, she wasn't feeling that way. Impossible.
"You like this, don't you?" Hela breathed, her hand moving faster, her grip tightening. "You like having a goddess on her knees for you."
Schlap, schlap, schlap!
Getting jerked off by a goddess...
"Y-yes," he managed to grunt out.
She dragged out several wads of pre-cum. Her hands were cold and soft in all the right ways. It was an inhumane handjob.
Hela's eyes locked onto his, her own desire burning in the depths of her emerald gaze. "Good," she purred, leaning in closer, teasing him "Because I'm not done with you yet."
Hela proceeded to slide off the couch and kneel between his legs, her hands resting on his thighs as she gazed up at him and his huge cock. A shadow was cast. She licked her lips. "Mm, now this will be a challenge."
Alex's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, his cock throbbing in anticipation.
Hela's eyes never left his as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste his balls. She went up, up, up, slow and methodical and squeezing the pleasure out of him. This goddess...it was like she was using magic. Up, up, up, she went until she reached the tip. She teased the humble cumhole and it sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his balls. Her tongue swirled around the head, lapping at the precum that had already begun to leak from him.
"Oh god...!" Alex groaned.
"I'm right here," Hela said cockily. Rising up on her knees, her head dipped down and swallowed his hefty cock.
The girth.
The fucking girth.
Her mouth was set in an O-shape and Hela was struggling. "Mmmmhhhpph~!" But she relished the challenge. She was a goddess. She was death. She would not lose. She went deeper, suckling in four inches, the whole of his cockhead.
She went lower, lower, and lower. Before Alex knew it...she was bobbing up and down on half of his cock.
The warmth of her lips, the wetness of her tongue, the way she seemed to worship him… it was almost too much to bear.
Hela's eyes fluttered closed as she kept dipping up and down, her lips stretching around his girth. She had never done this before, never needed to. But now, as she tasted him, as she felt his cock fill her mouth, she couldn't get enough. Hela was addicted.
Her hand moved to the base of his shaft, stroking him as she sucked, her tongue working in tandem with her lips to drive him wild. Alex's balls tensed up. A handjob and a blowjob? It just wasn't possible to lay it off. His balls tensed up, churning and moaning and then...
"Hela," he groaned. "I'm… I'm gonna…"
If Hela could smirk through the mouthful of cock, she would. She took him deeper, her throat opening up to accommodate his size and her second hand joining for a ferocious handjob-blowjob combination. Alex couldn't hold back any longer. With a loud moan, he erupted.
Hela couldn't swallow all. Heapfuls of his baby batter burst out with the goddess herself struggling. Her eyes rolled back. "Mmmppph~! Nggghhh~!"
She continued to suck and swallow.
"Gah!"
She retreated. She had to retreat. She wanted to suck and swallow from the tip but unfortunately...pop! His cock plopped from her lips and spewed a huge load on her face and tits. She gasped, watching as he hosed her down, watching as jets upon jets of cum ruined her divine figure.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
A ludicrous amount of cum. Four thin strands on her face, five on her shoulders and tits, and the rest falling to her thighs. Like a meek cock, cum dribbled from the gasping tip of his fat cock.
When the last of his orgasm subsided and his cock drooped slightly, Hela heaved and blinked rapidly. What could she say? Her hair and her cheeks and her tits, all were coated in a thick white liquid. A sly smile played on her lips. She licked her lips.
"Hela, that was…" Alex started, but she interrupted him with a raised hand. Her voice, usually so commanding, softened as she looked at him, her eyes filled with something he couldn't quite place.
"You," Hela declared, "are more than I expected." She paused, her gaze flicking to his still-hard cock. Cum drooled from the tip and down to his balls. Hela did what a good slut would do: she cleaned it up with her tongue, following every trail and every vein affected.
Alex contemplated putting his hand in her hair. He decided not to given the glint in her eyes. The arrogance in her was astounding and hot.
"Mm, it's good. I'm not finished yet. I want to see how far you can take me." Her eyes flicked up to meet his, the challenge clear. "Are you ready, mortal?"
The blanket from before? She used it to wipe herself clean of his cum.
Hela stood before him, her pale, flawless skin glowing faintly in the dim light of the living room. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back, framing her angular face and sharp, emerald eyes that seemed to pierce through him. Her full lips were slightly parted. Her hourglass figure was sculpted to perfection—her ample breasts sat high on her chest, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. The curve of her hips led to long, powerful legs that seemed to go on forever, and between them, her wet, glistening pussy beckoned him.
Alex's cock hitched as Hela stepped closer like a predator closing in on its prey. She placed one knee on the couch beside him, then the other, until she was straddling him completely. Her thighs pressed against his hips, her warm, wet sex brushing against the length of his cock, still hard and throbbing from her earlier ministrations.
Her emerald eyes locked onto his, and she leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as her lips hovered just above his ear. Her breath was hot, sending a shiver down his spine as she whispered, "Take me, mortal. Show me what you're capable of." Her voice was low, dripping with a need that surprised even her. For a goddess of death, this was uncharted territory.
Alex's hands trembled as they found her hips, his fingers digging into her smooth, cool flesh. He could feel the power radiating from her, the sheer dominance she exuded, and yet, in this moment, she was yielding to him. It was intoxicating.
Hela shifted slightly, aligning herself with his cock, the tip pressing against her entrance. She smirked, her lips curling into a teasing smile. "Don't make me wait," she purred, her voice laced with both a command and a plea.
With a sharp intake of breath, Alex thrust up, pushing himself into her. Hela's eyes widened, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he filled her completely. It was more than she had anticipated—his size stretched her in ways she hadn't experienced before, and the sensation was both overwhelming and exhilarating. She arched her back, her hands gripping his shoulders for support as she adjusted to him.
"By the Norns…" Hela breathed, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and pleasure. "You're… larger than I imagined."
Alex couldn't help but chuckle, though it was strained as he fought to keep control. "That was only five inches."
"F-five...? Ngggh~!"
More cock went inside her. As a goddess, she refused to break as easily as a human; and to her credit, she didn't break. She moaned, she arched, she gasped, but she did not gape and whimper like a pathetic slut. Hela had her pride and she held steadfast to it.
She sank all the way down, taking all of his cock.
"H-hnngh~!" A fake smirk lay on her lips. She was pretending that she didn't want to gasp and whimper. "Now t-then, mortal...behold me." Hela began to move, her hips rocking against him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She wasn't ramming herself down as much as she wanted to. With Alex, with this giant cock filling up every inch of her, she couldn't. "Dear Odddinnnn~! Fucccckkk~! This cocckkk~!"
Her wetness enveloped him, the tightness of her walls gripping him like a vice. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders. She rode him as best as she could and Alex just smiled.
Oh, sure, she was tight. But this was nothing to him. Nothing at all.
Alex's hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Her head tilted back, her raven hair cascading down her back as she lost herself in the sensation. "Yes…" she hissed. "More. Don't hold back."
"Are you sure?"
"Are you daft? Do it! Nggghh~!" Rocking her hips, gasping for the first time, Hela repeated herself. "Do it!"
Alex thrust up into her several times in one second. Hela's eyes widened. Her little moans became something louder. "T-this is...! Hggghhh~! Gssshkkk~!" She covered her mouth. She tried to hold some level of pride. Death decided to just throw it all away. "You motherfucker, you're making me cum alreadddy~!"
It was a demonic voice worthy of death. But did Alex stop? Nope. Her cunt was gushing and her head was hanging back. He was doing his job. He was servicing the goddess of death.
He thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust. Clap, clap, clap!
Hela's hands moved to his chest, her nails leaving faint marks as she gripped him for support. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the arrogance, the regal demeanor, was gone. In its place was raw, unfiltered desire. "You're… surprising, mortal," she admitted, her voice strained as she fought to maintain her composure. "You make me… feel things I haven't in centuries."
He was still fucking her, still making her suppress her moans. Alex was holding her by the hips, plowing her shit like it was nothing. Like this wasn't divine pussy he was fucking.
"Nggghh~! C-correction, feel things I've never felt i-in my existence! Hgnhgghh~! Y-your cock is just soo....!" Her eyes rolled back. Her pussy clamped down again. He wasn't fucking her faster, she was just losing herself. Her will was breaking. "Oh fucccck, this damn coccckkk~! This mortal cocckkk~!"
That was when Hela's eyes glowed and she kissed him. The kiss slowed him down ever so slightly until he stopped completely. His cock sheathed inside, Hela ended the kiss, gasping for air and already sweating.
"I thought gods didn't sweat."
"Am I sweating?" Hela teased. Alex ran a hand through her hair, humming and smiling.
"Seems that way to me."
Hela's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and admiration. "Prove it," she dared, her voice a sultry whisper. "Fuck me until I'm a sweaty mess, mortal. Assuming you can."
And with that, Alex renewed. Both of them had a goal. Both of them had their pride. It was a battle of wills and Hela...
"Haa~! Hahaha~! THIS is what I call a COCK! This is what I call rutting! This is what your goddess needs!"
Hela's hips slammed down with a frenzy, her body undulating against his. She sought to take him deeper, to push him to his limits. Alex met her thrust for thrust as though she were a treasure to be claimed.
In some ways, the goddess of death was. The black eye make-up and the pride, the will to win and outfuck him, it was different and it was amazing.
Women with pride with were just amazing. They had a goal. Their cunts tightened with the sole desire of wanting to see you cum. Alex loved it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—Hela's moans, Alex's groans, the rhythmic slap of their bodies coming together. Hela's boobs bounced. Alex's balls swung off the couch.
This was sex between two near superhumans. Not in a physical sense but mentally. They were addicted to sex. They were fucking until one broke.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Alex, Alex, Alex~! You stud! You fucking mortal and your fat, fucking cocckkk! YOUR COCCKKK~!" Hela gasped, her voice breaking as she clung to him. "I CAN'T STOP CUMMIIIING~!"
"You give up then?"
"N-no! No~! I...NGGHHH~! I WON'T BREAK! I WON'T LET THIS COCCKKK~! MAKE ME CUMMMMIIIING~!"
Hela was starting to lose it. Her words were not making sense. Alex smirked and what he did do next? His hands grabbed her ass and started fucking her with his full might. This whole time, he had been playing. Holding back and fucking her at eighty-percent.
This was a hundred percent.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMIIING~!" Hela glared down at him, trying to keep herself anchored to tell him off. "Y-youuuuu~! Youuuu!"
But her eyes rolled back as she experienced another orgasm. At this point, she could only smile. She could only be happy that was getting dicked down.
But even Alex had his limits. Again, Hela was damn tight and it was getting to him. His balls wanted to unload in her. They wanted to completely reshape her pussy.
"Going to cum! Want it inside or ou—"
"Inside, fool! A man's seed cannot be wasted!"
This was a throne. Her throne and she would be damned if she did not sit and take it in!
"Cum with me!!" Hela commanded through authority and desperation. Her nails dug into his back, her pussy tightening around him as her own climax hit. Hela threw her head back, a guttural moan escaping her lips. Alex spilled himself inside her not a moment too soon, his release coinciding with hers.
He gripped dat ass as hard as he could as he squeezed his load inside. Divine pussy or not...
"T-too mucchh~! So much cummmm~! I've never...hgnnhh~!"
Another orgasm struck as he completely and thoroughly creampied her. Indeed, the queen did not lie. His seed spilled onto the couch and dripped.
The intensity of the moment left them both breathless, Hela with her head tilted back and gasping while Alex leaned back and relaxed.
For a moment, they remained like that, Hela straddling him, trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "G-god...! In all the realms...!" Hela cursed, unable to move much. She was finally able to curl her toes and move. Her chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, her emerald eyes half-lidded as she looked down at him.
"You…" Hela began, her voice soft, almost vulnerable. "Are more than I expected."
Alex slapped her ass. The jiggles of her ass were phenomenal so the human gave a nice squeeze. Hela didn't have a huge ass. It was tight and somehow bouncy. The type of ass a man would see on a volleyball player. A divine ass.
If only he saw her in-costume
Oh well.
"Let's keep going."
"W-what? You cannot possibly..."
Ah, right. The usual softening of a cock had not accompanied the man's release.
She could only accept her fate of having her position be reversed. The goddess was suddenly underneath the mortal. Staring up at him and his ordinary, somewhat handsome features.
He thrust.
She gasped.
"F-fuck! Y-you...!" Hela whimpered. She just couldn't handle this cock. "M-my powers are infinite! I cannot...!"
He kissed her womb. She orgasmed again. Just how many were there at this point?
"E-every mortal is my subject! I rule all!"
Then just take this dick, bitch.
Hela's back arched off the couch, her pale skin glistening under the light of Alex's living room. Her black, silken hair fanned out like a dark halo as her lips parted in a gasp, her sharp, cold eyes widening in shock.
He had suddenly stopped.
On purpose.
Waiting for the goddess to catch her breath.
"Don't you dare—" she started, but her words were cut off by a hard thrust from the man above her, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made the couch creak in protest. Her hands, which moments ago had been clawing at his shoulders, now trembled as they gripped the cushions beneath her.
Alex's gaze was locked on hers as he drove into her again. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by Hela's sharp, involuntary moans. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, tightening reflexively, her heels digging into the small of his back.
'This mortal… 'she thought, her mind reeling. 'This ordinary man, finding me on his territory, daring to—'
Another thrust silenced her thoughts. Her head fell back, her lips parting in a silent cry as she felt him deep inside her, his length filling her completely. Her body shuddered, a wave of pleasure crashing over her so intensely that her toes curled. "Slow down," she managed to gasp, her voice trembling. It wasn't a plea—she was the Goddess of Death, after all. It was a command.
Right? Because from Alex's view, it sounded like a plea. A sign to speed up.
His hips pistoned into hers with a rhythm that left her breathless. Hela's hands clawed at the couch. She just...she couldn't do anything. She was orgasming repeatedly. She was feeling pleasure beyond the Ten Realms. 'This isn't possible,' she thought, her mind spinning. 'I am Hela. I am death. I am—'
Her thoughts were shattered as another orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing beneath him. Her moan was raw, unrestrained, a sound she didn't recognize as her own. Her hips bucked against his, her muscles clenching around him as pleasure consumed her. She felt his hands grip her thighs, holding her in place as he continued to pound into her, his eyes never leaving hers.
Alex's stare was unwavering, his expression a mix of determination and something darker, something primal. Hela felt exposed under his gaze, as if he could see every inch of her, every vulnerability she didn't know she had. 'Mortals don't look at me like this,' she thought, her chest heaving. 'Mortals fear me. They kneel. They beg.'
But not him. Not Alex.
Her lips parted, another moan spilling out as he hit a spot inside her that made her vision blur. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, though there was no space left between them. He was rawdogging her like a madman. His breath was hot against her skin, his lips brushing against her neck as he murmured something—words she couldn't quite hear over the pounding of her own heart.
"You're so tight. Amazing," he said, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She wanted to deny it, to remind him of who she was, of the power she wielded, but another sharp thrust stole her breath away. Her nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, and she heard him groan, a sound that sent a thrill through her.
"I-I can't...you dare make me..."
Alex's lips crashed against hers, cutting her off. The kiss was fierce, demanding, and Hela found herself responding instinctively, her tongue tangling with his as her hands gripped his shoulders. When he finally pulled away, she was left breathless, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Do you really want me to stop?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.
Hela hesitated. For the first time in her long, immortal existence, she didn't have an answer. Her pussy and her toes shook and curled as she felt him shift inside her, his cock throbbing against her walls. She should have been furious. She should have destroyed him for his insolence. But instead, she felt… something else. Something she couldn't name.
Alex didn't wait for her reply. He resumed his pace, his hips slamming into hers with a force that made her cry out. Her hands flew to his chest, her fingers splaying against his skin as if to push him away, but she didn't. She couldn't. Her body betrayed her, arching into him, craving more.
"CUMMIIIING~!"
"You're mine, Hela. For tonight, you're mine."
The words should have angered her. Instead, they sparked something deep within her. "W-We'll see," she rasped, her voice trembling with the effort of speaking.
The old Hela would have rebuked him. But after ten minutes of getting dicked down, Hela was open to the option. She was open to being his.
This ordinary man.
This hung stud.
Alex smiled politely. Her heart skipped a beat.
He was ordinary. So, so ordinary. So weak and killable.
Then, without warning, he lifted her hips, changing the angle of his thrusts and Hela felt the most unordinary pleasure of her life.
"CUMMINGCUMMINGCUMMMIINGCUMMIIING~!"
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Her ass was no longer touching the couch and he was just pounding into her.
He hit several spots inside her that made her vision white out. Her back arched off the couch, a scream tearing from her throat as another orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed, her muscles clamping down on him.
Alex seemed spurred on by her reaction, his thrusts growing harder, faster. Hela's hands scrabbled at the couch, her nails tearing through the fabric as she tried to hold on. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her cries echoing through the room. She felt him everywhere—inside her, around her, consuming her.
"YES, YES, YES, YESSSHHH~! MAKE ME CUM~! MAKE ME A SLUT!!! FUCK ME UP WITH YOUR COCCKKK~!"
She didn't know what to feel other than elation and delight. All the conquering in the realms could not match up to this ordinary cock.
His lips crashed against hers again, swallowing her cries as he drove into her with a final, punishing thrust. Hela felt him shudder, his cum flooding her womb. His body collapsed against hers. Her arms wrapped around him.
Balls-deep, he released every bit of his mortal inside her. Hela did not mind. Not one bit. This was no subject of hers. This was no travesty.
This...this felt right.
Squelch!
Enough cum to breed her several times over. Enough cum to shame any god. Enough cum to leak out from her cunt.
She loved it.
***
Hela was in his bedroom. Somehow. Honestly, she didn't know when it happened, only that he managed to fuck and carry her there. The clocks had ticked. The amount of time meant nothing, only that it went by and that it was perhaps the greatest challenge of her life.
The goddess lay sprawled across the couch, glistening with sweat, boobs rising and falling with deep, labored breaths. Her black hair was a wild mess, and for once, her usual smug expression was nowhere to be found. Instead, she was panting, her lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused.
Alex, meanwhile, sat up, completely unbothered, stretching lazily. "Whew," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "That was fun."
Hela scoffed—or at least tried to. It came out weaker than intended. "Hmph. You Midgardians… put far too much effort into such trivial pursuits."
Alex yawned. "Uh-huh."
Hela shifted slightly, wincing at the soreness in her cunt. "I merely… allowed you to have your moment. A goddess must be generous with her subjects, after all."
He rolled his shoulders. Alex himself had exhausted himself. "Right, right."
"I was… merely unaccustomed to your particular form of—" Hela took a sharp breath, as if even talking required effort now. "…combat."
Alex nodded politely. He got off the bed, completely naked, and casually strolled toward the kitchen.
Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.
Hela's eye twitched. She refused to look. Absolutely refused. She was the Goddess of Death. She would not be defeated by some mortal's obscene endowm—
Thwap, thwap.
Her nails tore through the fabric of the mattress.
Meanwhile, Alex went downstairs to grab a water bottle, cracking it open as he went back up. When he walked back into the living room, he found Hela sitting up—barely—still trying to salvage her dignity. She straightened her back, lifted her chin, and crossed her arms like she was completely unaffected.
"This," Hela declared, "was merely an… intermission."
Alex took another sip. "Oh, yeah, totally."
"I—" Hela faltered for a second, as if her body actively protested movement. "I have conquered entire realms, subjugated thousands, and ruled over the dead themselves. You are but a—"
"Alright then!"
He set his water bottle down, cracked his knuckles, and rested a hand on his hip.
"Let's keep going! Round...well, can't remember which one but..."
His flaccid cock sprouted back into a full erection.
Hela blinked rapidly, shocked. "W-w-what? You wish to keep going?"
"Of course!" Alex remembered her figure in Marvel Rivals. Good god, it was amazing. He had no idea when this literal video game character was leaving. As long as he had consent, he was going to pump her full of his cum.
Hela stared at the giant python of hope and joy. For the first time in her long, immortal existence…
She felt true fear—and lust.
…
…
…
He destroyed Hela. Fucked her beyond recognition. Fucked her doggy-style, because then, he could see that ass of hers. That glorious, heart-shaped ass.
"YES! YES, YES, YESSSSS!"
An ass that jiggled like royalty. An ass that he spanked repeatedly to make a point. Hela's character model was amazing. The way she arched, the way she spoke, all of it was incredible and blue-balls inducing.
So for him not to dick her down would be a travesty. For him to not make her cheeks clap would be asinine as a Marvels Rival player.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Tears streaming down her cheeks, ruining her smoky make-up. This was no goddess. This was a slut addicted to a big cock.
Alex's hands gripped Hela's hips like iron vices, slamming her back onto his cock with a force that made her scream. Her back arched, her ass pressed against his pelvis, and she tried to anchor herself against the relentless rhythm. She had never felt anything like this. Not in her millennia as a goddess, not in her countless conquests and power plays. This was raw, unfiltered, brutal pleasure, and it was breaking her down piece by piece.
"YES! YES, YES, YESSSSS!" Hela's voice shattered the air, high-pitched and unhinged, her body convulsing around him as another orgasm ripped through her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, and her head fell forward as she cried out, her voice hoarse and desperate. "I LOVE BIG MORTAL COCK! LOVE ITTT~!"
She was down. She was getting fucked doggy-style with her head down on the mattress and her ass raised.
Hela looked like his personal slut.
Alex laughed. He didn't slow down, didn't give her a moment to recover. His thrusts were deep, punishing, each one sending shockwaves through her body. "So are you mine now, Hela?"
Tears streamed down Hela's cheeks, ruining her smoky makeup as she sobbed and writhed beneath him. Her hair was a tangled mess, her lips swollen, her face flushed with a mix of pleasure and humiliation. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. This wasn't the goddess of death. This was a woman—no, a slut—completely undone by the man who had dared to claim her.
"I'm yours," Hela gasped, her voice trembling, her words punctuated by moans as he continued to fuck her senseless. "Yours, Alex. Only yours."
His hands moved to her ass, squeezing and not fucking just enough to give her a break. She was eating up the mattress, gasping and moaning. To see the prideful goddess in such a pathetic state was hot.
"Good girl," he whispered. "Now scream for me."
And she did.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"COCK! COCK! COCCCCK~! HNNNNGH~! DEAR ODIN, I CAN'T STOP CUMMMING~!"
She screamed until her voice cracked, until her throat burned, until her body gave out and her legs started shaking. Her mind blank. Alex didn't stop pounding her from behind.
"C-can't… can't take it…" she sobbed, her voice breaking, her body trembling as another orgasm threatened to consume her. "Alex, please… please…"
But he didn't stop. He couldn't. He was lost in her, in the way her pussy clung to him, in the way she fell apart for him. His grip on her ass tightened, his thrusts grew harder, deeper, until he was burying himself inside her.
"I'm sure you can."
Ah.
Maybe she could. She was Hela. Of course she could.
Hela's vision blurred, her mind spiraling into a haze of pleasure and obedience. She had never been dominated like this, never been brought to her knees by anyone, let alone a mortal. And yet, here she was, shattered, broken, completely at his mercy. And she loved it. She craved it. She needed it.
"Alex…" she moaned, her voice barely a whisper, her body convulsing around him as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. "Don't stop… don't ever stop…"
He didn't. He held her tighter, fucked her harder, until her screams turned to whimpers, until her body went limp and he had to hold her up in his arms. And still, he didn't stop. He wasn't done with her yet.
His balls slapped her ass. His hands groped her boobs. His lips were near her ear and never taunting her. He owned her, pure and simple.
Hela's expectations were high. From the moment she saw that big cock, her womb was aware it was about to be crushed like never before. Bombarded with pleasure and pushed faaar back.
However, as a mortal, she expected to outlast him. She didn't.
He creampied her for what must have been the tenth time.
"Oh! Nggghh! Y-you little—! You can't just—gahhh! GNNNMNNNH!"
After hours of pounding, Alex had not stopped nor slowed down. He was sweating, panting, and smiling.
This bitch was his.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her hole was his.
"Cumming! You mortal STUD, your fat cock is making me lose controool~!"
Her pussy belonged to him.
With every thrust, he rearranged her guts. With every creampie, she became closer to be being domesticated.
Hours passed, or maybe it was only minutes—Hela couldn't tell. Time had lost all meaning. Her body was sore, her legs weak, but she couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. Alex's cock was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and she was addicted to the way it filled her, the way it made her feel.
He was standing and fucking her. That's right, he was holding Hela up like she was some pathetic, broken slut. Her tongue out and her eyes half-lidded, she was a shell of her former herself.
"Hgnghhh~!"
Yet that smile and the small twitches...
She wanted him to own her and conquer her. She wanted him to break her completely.
Hela's thighs bounced as he fucked her. His balls tightened and shook until he drew in a breath and told her, "Cumming."
When he finally came, it was with a groan that sent shivers down her spine. He buried himself deep inside her, his seed spilling into her with a warmth that made her tremble. Hela was slowly put down and she fell forward, her body and limbs spent, her mind foggy with pleasure. Alex pulled out slowly, making her whimper at the loss.
"S-sho much...cockkk...!"
Every inch woke her up. Every inch of lost cock meant something.
She peered over her shoulder as he leaned back on the headboard of the bed, his cock semi-hard and glistening with their mixed fluids.
Alex was smiling. Alex looked at his handy work. Hela's pussy was packed with his white load. He did everything men wished to do to her.
Hela gasped and whimpered simply from the obscene amount of cum in her. There was no more room for her womb to swallow. All she could feel in her walls was his sticky, thick baby batter. It was almost like his cock never felt her.
Acting on womanly instinct, Hela crawled towards him on shaky legs. Her eyes locked on his and she could see the hunger in his gaze. She didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his thick shaft.
"Oh, cleaning up? Thank you?"
That's right: the goddess of death was sucking a human's cock clean.
Alex chuckled, his hand tangling in her hair as he guided her movements. "Good girl," he murmured. Hela....Hela liked it. She couldn't believe how much she craved this, how much she needed to please him.
Her tongue did everything, cleaning up all the remaining sticky cum that had clung to his cock. If it couldn't be in her pussy, then her lips were the next best hole.
When she finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her breathing heavy. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of adoration and submission. "I'm yours," Hela declared, managing a faint smirk. "Your slut. Your wife. Whatever you want me to be."
She slapped his semi-hard cock and slapped against her own cheek. A show of submission. A sign that this cock owned her.
Alex smiled kindly, his hand caressing her cheek. "I don't know if marriage is on the books but...if you'll have me, I'll have you."
Hela's heart raced at his words, a strange warmth spreading through her chest. She had always been a goddess, feared and revered by all. But here, on her knees before a mortal man, his fat dong against her cheek, she felt more alive than she ever had. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, her eyes never leaving his.
The perfect cock on the perfect man.
***
A week had passed since Hela fell—both from the sky and, let's be honest, into Alex's bed.
Now? Hela was different. Oh, she still had that sharp tongue, that dry wit, and that undeniable presence of a queen who had once commanded legions of the dead. But something had changed.
For one, she was lounging on the couch in one of his oversized t-shirts, lazily running her fingers through his hair while he sat on the floor, controller in hand, playing Marvel Rivals.
It was surreal.
"I must say," Hela murmured, her nails lightly scratching his scalp, "they did an acceptable job rendering my divine form."
Alex hummed, eyes still on the screen. "Oh yeah?"
"Mmm." Hela tilted her head, watching her in-game model move. "The armor is accurate. The flowing cape, the ethereal green glow—commendable."
Alex knew where this was going. "But?"
Hela scoffed. "My ass."
"What about it?"
Hela gestured at the screen with mild offense. "That is an insult. Look at it. Lacking depth, dimension, the power that my posterior commands in reality."
Alex blinked, shifting slightly as he dodged an incoming attack. "Does it? I think it looks accurate."
Hela took a second look, continuing to stroke his hair. "I cannot fault a mortal for not noticing. Look at Dagger and Invisible Woman. I am like them. I will accept nothing less than worship."
Ehhh, not really. Hela was probably just jealous.
"Didn't know you were so passionate about ass politics."
She smirked. "Mortal, I have seen nations rise and fall. Wars waged over power, land, and love. But no kingdom has ever been built upon a foundation as firm as mine."
Alex lost it, laughing so hard he nearly dropped the controller. "Jesus, Hela."
She smiled—softly, genuinely. It was a look she reserved only for him now. A week ago, she might have sneered, scoffed, made some sarcastic remark about how emotions were for the weak. But now?
Now she just leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to the top of his head.
Alex glanced up at her. "Getting soft on me?"
Hela rolled her eyes, though her fingers never stopped threading through his hair. "Hardly. I simply recognize that I have… claimed you."
"Claimed me?"
"Yes." She smirked, but there was an underlying warmth to it. "You are mine."
Alex grinned. "That wasn't what you were saying last night, honey~"
"S-silence! Now that my powers have returned, you mean nothing! I could kill anytime I would like!"
Had her powers returned? It seemed like a lie, but then again, it wasn't like Alex had been paying attention to that aspect of her. Usually, they were either eating, bantering, watching TV, playing games, or fucking. Half the time it was the latter.
"But you don't~" Alex teased, setting the controller down and twisting around to look up at her. She met his gaze, expression still holding that old arrogance, but beneath it—vulnerability.
"F-fine." Hela huffed, looking away. "We are...equals."
Alex chuckled, reaching up to pull her down onto the couch beside him. "Yeah, yeah. Just admit you love me already."
To be dragged down...
To be sat...
To be with another man...
Hela didn't answer immediately. But when she finally did, it was quiet, like she was still adjusting to the idea.
"…I do."
Alex smirked, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Good. Now help me win this match. If we lose, I'm blaming your flat ass."
Hela gasped, smacking his arm. "How dare you—"
Hela's fall. Falling from the heavens, falling to a big cock, and then falling for a man's love. The goddess never thought she would ever see herself this way.
Reality could be funny.