However, as Tony's gauntlets pushed her all the way back and off the bed, she lost the sensation that filled her delicate walls. Her rage instantly died down, and turned into sheer need for it.
"If this is one of your jokes, I'll have—"
Tony shut her mouth by standing up and striding towards her. The tall Hela unknowingly stepped back until her back was plastered on the massive glass windows of the cabin, the shining streaks of lights dancing on her skin from outside.
"In such matters, I don't joke."
That single, low declaration flipped the balance like a switch. He wasn't teasing anymore. There was no fear towards the Goddess of Death. He was going to give her what she came for, what her body begged for even if her mouth wouldn't admit it. The true pleasure of sex. And it didn't start and end from her pussy.
"Just let me do it…" Tony whispered as his chest pressed up against her bare breasts, those perfect orbs so full and proud against him, warm and impossibly soft without the faintest sag. His eyes were inches from hers, his breath curling against hers. "Focus on the sensations… let them sink in."
He slid his hand down her taut stomach, fingers trailing that dip between her abs before brushing over her cunt. The tips of his fingers teased her clit, light strokes that made her twitch. Then it dipped further, sliding between her folds. His other hand took one of her breasts in his palm, thumbing the hardening peak before lowering his head and wrapping his lips around it.
"STARK!" She barked, her voice trembling between fury and something much more human.
"Shhh… feel it." He didn't back down. His tongue circled her nipple, slow and deliberate, until it stiffened like a button of heat. He sucked with wet worship, switching between each breast, licking her like the finest delicacy.
Her back arched helplessly into him, her hips rolling against his fingers as they plunged and curled inside her, wet now, so wet her nectar coated his knuckles. The squelch of his finger-fucking filled the cabin, only rivaled by her breathless gasps.
Her hips bucked, tiny jerks that she couldn't control. Her body was fucking itself on his fingers, and even if her pride didn't allow her to beg. Her trembling thighs and softly panting moans told him all he needed.
"Let's get to the main part now, Hela."
Tony summoned the gauntlets he'd put on her arms and equipped them back on his own arms for a boost in strength for his next move. He freed her completely, knowing she wasn't going anywhere now.
"Just let it… go!"
"You—!"
Before she could curse him, he hooked his arms beneath her knees and lifted her effortlessly. Her back slammed into the glass behind her, lights from the stars and distant galaxies flickering across her glistening skin. Her arms clamped tight around his neck out of instinct, her dark eyes flashing with fire, and yet her legs folded so perfectly that her drenched pussy was right there, parted, dripping, desperate.
"Shhh~" Tony shushed her, lining up his cock against her swollen folds. She was tall, and her core hung right where he needed it, begging to be taken. He gave a single, gentle thrust, slow and solid, and pushed deep into that godly warmth, the finest snug glove for his cock.
"Mmmm… yo–oh… are… vile~!" Hela's protest turned into a long melodic moan. She felt it all as his cock's length brushed slowly past her soaked walls, stretching every inch as his grooves teased her endlessly.
Her walls clenched Tony's cock the moment it struck her depths, like her pussy knew this shape, like it had been waiting its whole existence to be filled this way. The heat was unbearable; wet, silky pressure throbbing around him, gripping every time he moved even a fraction. She was impossibly tight, her inner walls kneading and sucking him deeper, dragging his orgasm out of his gut and threatening to blow it too soon.
"Just feel it… and let it go."
Tony's hips moved, slow at first, grinding his cock deep and pulling out just far enough to hear the wet suction pop before slamming it back in. The rhythm grew faster, meaner. The squelch of her cunt filled the room, accompanied by the slapping clap of his hips crashing into her ass again and again. Their scent, musky, primal, sharp with sex, clung thick to the air.
Hela's long hair tossed wildly as she bounced in his arms. Her nails dug into his back so hard they broke skin, thin lines of red marking his flesh as she held on tight. Her legs locked around his shoulders, squeezing him in, her ankles dangling at his sides with every deep thrust. Her back was slick with sweat and pressed flush onto the glass, fogging it with the heat of her body.
"Mm…" The sound slipped from her lips before she could stop it. Low, soft, strained. Dignified even in her surrender.
And just when Hela thought that had to be the peak, Tony pushed it further. His lips landed on hers; bold, uninvited, hot. She didn't growl, didn't pull away. Instead, her lips parted willingly, and his tongue swept in, stroking hers with wet dominance. Their mouths moved in sync, scorching and slick, each kiss sealing her pride tighter inside her chest. He quite literally fucked her from both ends, her cunt and her mouth.
That was when she truly felt it. Knew it. This was what that High Priestess had once screamed for, what had made her sob and claw, and beg for more.
"Ah—ahh…! Mm—nnn… AH!" Her moans deepened, her throat letting them spill out in thick, dirty breaths, raw and real. Needy like the moans of a woman ruined just right.
Her arms clung tighter around his neck. She kissed him back now, fiercely, swallowing his tongue, grinding her hips down onto his cock like she needed to be filled, needed to be finished, and then it struck her.
"Aahh–! Yes! Yess–!" Her climax tore through her with ferocity. A full-body quake rolled from her toes to her scalp. She came hard, wet and squelching, her juices gushing out around his shaft, flooding between their bodies and dripping down onto his thighs. It was nasty, loud, and beautiful. Her head tossed back with a gasp as her tight little hole milked him violently.
Her pussy gripped Tony's cock like it wanted to unscrew it off him.
"F-Fuck—Hela—!"
Tony groaned through gritted teeth as her orgasm dragged him over the edge with her. Her velvet walls clenched him so tight, he swore his dick was getting crushed in the best possible way. It was too much. Too tight. Too silky and wet.
He erupted inside her with a guttural growl.
Thick, molten ropes of cum burst out of him, flooding her trembling, cunt with heavy, scalding heat. He wanted to pull out, but his legs wouldn't move, his brain was blank, his body utterly taken over by the pleasure. So he stayed buried, twitching, filling her goddess depths with load after load.
It was wrong, creaming inside the Goddess of Death, but it felt fucking incredible. His cock throbbed as if draining him, stuffing her so full it almost hurt. And when her walls squeezed down around him for one last pulse, he let out a hiss and gave her every last drop he had until his balls ached from the effort.
They stayed like that for a moment. Breathing, kissing, balls deep. Fading slowly from that impossible high.
And that was when Hela realized; she was still kissing him. Still letting his mouth touch hers.
She jerked back. Her legs dropped from his grip, feet landed heavily on the floor. Her lips parted from his, and her eyes went instantly cold again, like a winter storm had returned to her face.
"Don't get comfortable, Stark," she sneered. Her obsidian clothes reappeared with a flash of magic, snapping back over her glistening, perfect body as if the past climax had never happened.
Tony, breathless, skin scratched raw and cock still twitching, awkwardly opened his mouth. "You should first cl—"
"No more!" she snapped, already storming toward the door. "You're lucky to be standing alive."
Wooosh!
The cabin door hissed shut behind her, sealing with a mechanical slam.
Left standing alone, cum still dripping from his cock and pooling on the floor beneath him, Tony just stared at the door.
"…I was just telling her to clean up before getting dressed," he muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
With a sigh, he turned and wandered toward the warm light of the bathroom, his body sticky, marked, and sore in all the right places.
That was… hot. I hope she liked it.
She did—A lot.
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