Tony said nothing, wondering how and what led to this moment. He'd never tried anything with her other than the occasional flirting, unsure if it even worked on her frosty heart. Not that he didn't want it. Hela may be overwhelming, but she was built like a true goddess. Hot, and honestly, embodying the goth type perfectly and he loved that. Especially her height. The weird young nerd in him felt tickled.
"Stay put, Stark." Hela moved over to straddle Tony's lap, and sat on his flaccid cock. With magic, she made a tiny slit open on the fabric of her body-tight clothing, so small that nothing was visible, just enough to create a small opening for her loins. Then, she tried to sit on his cock. There was no penetration, simply smashing her lower lips onto his sleeping cock.
"Wait—don't tell me this is your first rodeo?" Tony exclaimed in surprise, though not really. Seeing her personality, he could understand. "By the way, this thing's got stages—needs a bit of… let's call it… visual stimulation, to get to full capacity."
Hela stared at his face, a sneer forming. She slowly placed her right palm on his chest, fingers curling like a claw teasing his skin with her sharp nails. "Are you trying to mock me, Stark?"
"Not at all." Tony surrendered, unsure if it was because of her nails, or the tingling warm petals cradling his sleeping shaft. "You wanted to know what made Ayesha scream? Well—this is it. Before you take it in, it's gotta be fully erect."
"And what do you need for that to transpire?"
"As I said, visual stimulation. Get rid of those clothes, just like me. That's how you do it."
"Such indignity… Very well." Hela stopped insulting midway and used her magic to remove the rest of the figure hugging magical fabric.
She really IS a goddess.
Tony stared the second she sat upright and stripped away the last barrier between divinity and flesh. The shadows that had clung to her like armor dissipated.
Her breasts, hidden so well beneath that raven-clad fabric, now stood full and round; each one more than a handful, tipped with tight, rose-hued buds that seemed sculpted to be suckled. Her abs were lean but hard, the lines of strength running down to her navel, flaring out into wide, goddess hips that framed the smooth pelvis like marble curves sculpted by madness itself.
Between her thighs, her pussy was a vision; bald, glistening, bare as if untouched by time or man. A slit so rosy, so dainty, it seemed surreal against the harsh power she radiated. A virgin flower that looked like it had never been kissed, but now begged for corruption.
"That's… great… Yeah…" Tony mumbled, hypnotized. His cock twitched against her, already standing to full height under the sheer visual pressure of her naked majesty.
But when he tried to reach for her mounds, drawn in like a moth to flames, she swatted his hands away with a scowl that could freeze hell.
"Don't push it, Stark," she hissed.
Her hand lowered next, wrapping around the thick base of his cock like she was gripping a weapon. And to her, perhaps it was. Her fingers circled his girth slowly, examining it, measuring.
Tony swallowed hard, mouth parched, as that perfect V from her shoulders and arms, framed her breast, navel and smooth belly. Her pale swells shifted above him, soft and full as they squeezed together with the motion.
Then she tried it, rising first, then her cunt pressed down to the swollen head of his cock, and her body came down, trying to take it raw; without warning, without mercy.
"Nnngh—! Ugh… That High Priestess was a buffoon to enjoy this," Hela growled, her brows furrowed.
Tony grunted, gripping her hips, trying not to burst into laughter at her unholy attempt at impaling herself cold.
"You went in dry, Hela." His voice strained, part aroused, part impressed. "Don't rush it. Move slowly, up and down… let your body figure it out."
Her glare could've melted vibranium, but she was still too curious to stop. Slowly, she started rocking; back and forth, her hips rolling as the friction sparked sensation. The folds of her untouched pussy, slickening with each grind, started to kiss and part around his shaft, enveloping his tip like warm silk soaking in new heat. Her walls clenched cautiously, unused to being stretched. And yet, every motion drew out more wetness, more need.
She didn't moan like a mere mortal girl. She grunted, low and regal. Her jaw clenched, breath sharp through her nose. "Mmgh… Hhh…"
Her face stayed proud, but the crimson blooming across her cheeks betrayed her. A dignified moan slipped from her lips when she found a rhythm that brushed his cock just right. There she felt it, a small sting of a tiny wound in her core. It was negligible, not even as painful as her own past battle scars.
When Tony's hands crept back to her hips, she snarled, completely ignoring the lost chastity she didn't even care about. It was meaningless to the Goddess of Death.
"Enough."
Annoyed by his hands, with a snap, Hela seized Tony's wrists and slammed them against the bed above his head. Her palms pinned him down, nails grazing his skin, and she leaned over him. Her pale body arched in dominance, but her godly pussy, her leaking, pulsing core kept grinding against him with slow desperation. Her petals clung tighter, growing greedy. Her blush deepened.
Tony just looked up at her. In awe. In disbelief. In lust. Living every nerd's dream right at this moment, pinned under a goth queen.
Her dark hair hung like a curtain of midnight as she stared down at him, brushing giants his skin with arousing tickles. Her face carved from ice but heat leaking between her thighs like a flood.
"You know, Hela…" Tony muttered, gulping as he felt her insanely tight clenches. A goddess had godly muscles, it seemed. "You're beautiful."
Her eyes narrowed, the compliment felt like poison.
"Do not… mock me, Stark," she spat, her grip tightening enough for her claws to leave red trails in his wrists. And yet, she kept moving.
What? She can't believe me? Wait, has no one said this to her before?
Tony really didn't lie when he called her beautiful. Heck, Hela was stunning enough to knock all those Victoria's Secret models or whatever. With her height, that body, and that icy cold face, she was made to be a top model.
"Ugh…" For now, he struggled to hold himself back from cuming too early.
Her pussy was hellish inside. Hot like hell itself, slick and hungry. Her folds clung to him like molten velvet, sucking him in with every slow grind. Each pulse of her walls massaged his rigid shaft, kneading it like she was tasting him, coaxing him deeper. The heat and pressure had his toes curling, muscles in his thighs twitching. It wasn't just tight, it was constricting, as if her pussy was built to drain a man to the every last drop, inch by inch, gripping around him.
From above, a soft breath escaped Hela's lips. Not a moan, not quite; she was too restrained for that, too prideful. But her throat trembled with the sound, like she hated the loss of control.
"Mmh…" It was low, barely audible, but it vibrated with a kind of haughty shame. As if letting even that much escape her was a defeat.
Then she straightened up, releasing Tony's wrists. She sat back, lifting her chin and crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Those full, pale mounds jiggling softly from her movement, flushed from blood and heat. Her stare bore down on him, sharp and accusing, as if he was doing this to her. And maybe he was.
Inside her drooling core, she felt full to the brim. Uncomfortably, shamefully stuffed full. Her pussy clung to him like it didn't want to let go. Each movement of her hips made the flesh rod shift and press deeper, igniting a wave of shivers along her spine. She could hardly believe such a thing existed, this warmth, this stretch, this need. It infuriated her that she couldn't control it. Instead, it sparked something lower, darker. Something feral.
She wanted more.
No, she needed more.
And that feeling… that helpless loss of control, of needing this mortal's cock to keep that rush coursing through her veins, it filled her with a cold rage. Not at him, but at herself. In this dependency her body was forming without her permission. The pleasure was turning into addiction, and she hadn't even screamed like that High Priestess yet.
"Is this it, Stark? This is wha—"
WOOSH!
"Not at all, Hela." Tony abruptly took control. Two gauntlets of his Iron Man suit materialized from his nanotech and equipped themselves on both of Hela's arms, all the way up to her elbows. And with that, Tony flung her body backwards. "If you want to feel that… let me do the moving."
"How dare you?!" Hela erupted in anger.
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