Salutation, Nations!
I'm back bitches! And now the shameless smut you monsters crave, and I love you for it!
But first: Reviews!
Guest: I... Unless you're referring to any female relatives he has, that's gonna be a HARD no. But you have my sympathies for that being topical.
jonathanmurillo440: Uh... Ms. Marvel is an actual Marvel character, not just a fanboy's genderbending. But I know what you mean. I recently learned of Miss sinister, sooo... that's a yes.
Harbinger Of Kaos: That sounds seriously overplayed, but the babes themselves are hella on the lineup.
This one's another request by my good man darkboy18. And after two beta-reads, a personal quintuple-re-check for potential errors and missing details, I am certain it's ready, fit for my newest upload in a while.
Warning: Aphrodisiac, Dub-con, superhuman sex, Ruination (Though I realize by this point you may already realize that's every chapter)
The shimmering doorway through space opened up, and no one else was there, atop the bland, uninteresting city tower as she strode into the mortal realm (not merely a metaphor of majesty). She strode into the living world with a single goal in mind, as her willow irises scanned the city from the streets to the building-tops, alert for the catastrophe she had set in motion with the attention of a particular hero in mind.
Amora the Enchantress, the villainous seductress of Asgard, had created a lust spell, more powerful than any work of magic she'd ever conjured. It could convert even the most devoted of lovers, the most loyal of men and women alike, into sex-fixated, brain-dead bimbos who would become her personal animals at her beckoning. The spell's intended target: Thor Odinson. After countless attempts and failures, ages of marking him as only hers, only to be trumped time and time again, she would finally have the handsome Asgardian prince wrapped around her finger, be his sole purpose for existence in his mind, and milk his dick to her heart's content, as was the human expression these days.
Her full, perfect lips clad in a green lipstick, curled into a cruel, ambitious smirk and she parked her hands on her vast, childbearing hips, cocked out to one side. And she tossed her long, wavy gold tresses out, her immense chest involuntarily heaving with the movement as she continued to let her senses spread out across the city, in search of her prey.
Finally, she opened a portal that took her straight to a mortal seaside resort. There, her beloved Thor was flying through the thrashing tendrils of the ship-dwarfing kraken she had sent to get his attention, channeling thunder into his mighty hammer. He was not alone, as she had hoped, instead Captain America, Ms. Marvel, Spider Woman, Scarlet Witch, and... a sixth mortal she did not recognize were keeping the beast, and her efforts, at bay. She idly noted black robes, orange hair, and a pair of swords, and that he moved faster than any of them, mercilessly carving away at the elastic yet powerful flesh of the leviathan's tentacles.
Ichigo Kurosaki, she seemed to recall. This was not the first time she had come across him. It was recent, but he had a habit of showing up to thwart her machinations. It was equal parts educating and irritating.
She'd need to be weary. If they came after when she used her new trick, it was too uncertain whether Thor might either defend her out of pure desire to be uninterrupted, or be too horny to care.
Ichigo felt a certain satisfaction, turning the tentacle into a stump like a tree, as it fell to the earth with a monstrous thud. Finally, Scarlet witch had used her powers to render the remaining tentacles immobile by tying hem around one another. He joined Ms. Marvel in the air as she charged massive amounts of energy into her palms, building up a black getsuga into his larger sword while Thor collected bolts of lightning into Mjolnir, and when Ichigo swiped a white beam in front of himself that turned his black sword slash into a Getsuga Jujisho, Thor's simultaneous lightning bolts and Ms. Marvel's blast struck along with it, blowing the massive, mythical cephalopod into burned, rubbery chunks. The waves up-heaved at the immense force and then crashed together thunderously to occupy the displacement caused by the Kraken. As it's pieces splashed into the water and thudded on the beach, and it's less strewn parts simply lay in the water unmoved by the waves, Ichigo floated back to the sand, letting out a breath of satisfaction.
It was purely by twisting his body in relief that he turned to look behind them, but when he did, he noticed a green-clad blonde building up a yellow light in her hands a few meters above the ground. Noting the trajectory, he quickly realized it was aimed for Thor, and Shunpo'd up to shove a confused God of Thunder several feet out of it's path just as the shot was fired, a beam wrapped in an electric coil. He inched back by what he thought was enough, but like static electricity, it clung to the closest target: him.
He doubled over, and hovered to the ground on his hands and knees as the unknown power spread heat throughout his body, but not the heat of being on fire. No, this was a heat beneath his skin, one that made him hyper-aware, in particular of three buxom women on skintight costumes in the vicinity, and a fourth buxom beauty, who he was, for some reason, far more aware of than anything else, his senses dulling just to make room for for focus on her.
Captain America walked over to his seemingly nonplussed figure, brow creased in concern. "You alright, young man?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Whatever her spell was, it didn't seem to work on me." That was a lie. Apart from his flared-up battle instincts, he was normal, but suddenly there was a fire beneath his skin, and he felt his manhood twitching to life for no reason. That fire only blazed when his eyes were on Amora, roaming shamelessly over her perfectly thick thighs and her tantalizing breasts, exposed just enough to drive any man or even woman insane with the sight, even the perfect o-shaped of her full lips when she registered her scheme had gone awry, quicker than normal. No man could simply look away with that kind of effect, and with the spell turning up his primal desires to the nth dial, he knew what he had to do.
"I've got this." Before the other heroes could protest, he shunpo'd right before her, and brought his spiritual pressure down on her to confuse the enticing Enchantress. While she was stunned by the alien sensation, he tensed his body, making use of his recent training to enter his merged hollow form, to bring down even greater spiritual pressure, which had her staggering back at this alien feeling. She may have had great magic, but her spiritual defenses were wide open.
"W-Wait, what-" Before she could try to put up a spell, he grabbed her by the neck and disappeared headed off to who knew where
The Avengers stared a the empty spot where they had been standing.
"Soooo..." Spider Woman spoke up, "do we help him? Because the spell hit him, but then he dragged her off like she was nothing."
"I would not be so certain." Thor replied, knowing her best. "Her trickery is endless in its obscurity. He may have been making it appear so in a rescue attempt; we must, at least, ensure that he is being truthful."
"But how?" Danvers asked, crossing her arms under her gigantic tits, squeezing them up. "He has that presence thing of his, but he always keeps that spread out over a wide space, so we know where he is, without knowing where he is. And we don't even know how to follow it in the first place"
Captain America, ever the leader, made the call. "We'll just have to split into groups. One of us hunts him down the old fashioned way. Wanda, take Carol with you and see if you can't use your magic to follow his presence. Just hope he's not in immediate trouble."
Amora's back hit the bed and she made an involuntary 'oomph' noise, her perfect breasts wobbling as the mattress shifted beneath her, and she tried to sit up straight to stare in uncertainty at the heavily breathing young man before her, who had seemed to resist some of her spells and not give her the chance to cast others. Ichigo had a chance to note his guest in her full glory, tall, taller than him certainly, long, ivory legs in stockings to bring note to their sleek shape.
His broad shoulders shifted slightly, and the split in his costume revealing the top section of his peach-colored abs. Whatever he was doing to produce this weight she felt on her shoulders, was multiplied by her beauty working on an actually enticing male, one who had just been hit by a spell that invoked unashamed horniness. She knew where this was going.
Trying to ignore the intimidation, she scowled, and stood up straight in front of him. "Listen mortal, I have no need to-" She was instantly cut off when he boldly pulled her forward by the tit - making her squeak - and he crashed his open mouth to hers, no hesitation. She tried not to moan as his hand sank in further into her tan banks of booby flesh, and his mouth reopened in a classing motion of make-out.
Her kiss could literally render a man her slave for a week. As long as she kept kissing them, they could stay her slaves forever. What happened instead was that a power with which she was not familiar went past her lips from his, and she felt herself struck with a lightning bolt of pleasure, like she could cum any second, or even that she already had, and then pulled back, a bridge of saliva collapsing as she took in his flushed cheeks and intense, glassy gaze. Her nipples went rigid, and you know she soaked her only pair of leggings. She was suddenly struck with a horniness, not unlike what one of her other seduction spells did. And all this mortal had to do was send his power to her erogenous zones through her lips, while somehow obviously not being affected by her kiss, if his horny glare at her was any clue!
"You're always going on about that dumb-ass god of thunder." He growled, his tone sending a shiver to shoot through her spine. "Thor this, Thor that... how many lives have been taken or ruined because you couldn't give up on the guy." He asked, before brazenly reaching for the triangles tops of her clothes, and ripped it open, letting her braless, gravity-defying tits free, getting her to gasp at his rough manner. "Let's see you try me on for size."
Before she could recompose herself, he tore down his robes, almost literally, letting his sculpted shape free into view. He was not as thick with muscle as Thor, but he was obviously a man among men, muscle-wrapped thighs and rigid, perfectly shaped abs in a v, tied together with dependable shoulders and powerful arms without any bulk that would slow him down, every muscle in his body was shaped by purpose, all beautifully wrapped under flawless skin, almost feminine in its smooth perfection, but helped by the way his muscles bulged in anticipation.
And while his body was exquisite in and of itself, what really drew her attention was the massive, pillar-thick cock that pointed straight at her, hanging erect at a 45-degree sag, the curve dispelled as it bent under its own weight, a poised, fuck-hammer covered in veins as thick as her fingers, ready to gouge her cunt out upon the slightest prod, rendering it totally inaccessible to any other cock. Two great balls swung beneath as pendulums, bloated like wrinkled sacks of sand and no doubt ready to fire jizz from his meat-cannon.
Amora found herself totally speechless, and she made the mistake of forming that O-shape with her mouth again, a gesture that made the horny pure-blood hybrid certain of his next move. He strode forward, his dick bouncing with the movements, his steps snapping her out of it as she tried to scowl at him, cheeks flushed like a maiden for the first time in 1500 years.*
"I-I don't care! It doesn't matter what a... massive... reeking cock... you have- GHLERRRK!" Her monologue was thankfully cut off early by Ichigo grabbing her luscious locks and plunging her face down on his gullet-buster, making her forcibly slide it down her slender neck, making it bulge with ridiculous pressure. A metal *SNAP* was hear, and she realized her necklace had been snapped like some cheap choker, not that she could be bothered to care, as she was trying not to suffocate, gurgling on the distinctive musk of his cock, forcibly sliding it through her orifice and coating it in her spittle.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Amora knew what was happening. The lust magic didn't just make one's arousal more potent than it could ever be on its own. It also compelled them to act upon their sexual preferences. It was clear this giant-cocked- Ichigo... Ichigo had a preference for being assertive, for making it clear he was the big-dicked ox, and his partner was to do what he wanted. Being bigger-dicked than an actual ox certainly helped.
But right now all she could think about was how this big cock was stretching her throat out, and how grotesquely good it tasted. She made feeble attempts to fight back, trying to wrench herself free of his grip and find an enchantment that would entrap his nuts in ice for this, but her body refused; her nostrils flared to vacuum the scent of his sweaty balls, while she tasted his ball-glob still in his balls, more than she tasted air. Her hands, which tried to push away on his muscled thighs, betrayed her, snaking around to grab handfuls of a rock-solid ass, and her lips folded inwards to slurp on his dick and kiss it at the same time, as it made a journey to his throbbing base.
By now, a very aroused (by aphrodisiac) and confused (by himself) soul reaper had forced himself down past her throat, and was greatly bewildered that the Asgardian bombshell was only taking more of him as she went down, her eyes filled with tears but she was being force fed his cock and still going! "Wait, where's your gag reflex?" In a moment of desperation, he slid down until his based pistoned into her lips, letting her fat cock pillows kiss his hips as she swallowed him entirely. His befuddlement didn't stop him from continuing to thrust into her mouth his great big balls swinging very rudely into her chin. "I don't get it! Why aren't you choking?"
Reluctantly, Amora pulled herself off his dick, with quite a bit of work. She looked up to him with glassy eyes and drool out of her gullet. "I don't have a gag reflex." She simply said, before willfully driving it down her lips, all the way until it was nearly down her throat again. She found herself held buy her head again, only this time with his hands holding her by the sides of her head, and drove her down harshly onto his prick with even more brutal force.
Ichigo simply doubled his previous pace with newfound enthusiasm. "That's so fucking hot...! I'm gonna love having you suck me off." He meant it. He wasn't quite sure how she was capable of such a thing, but right now, all that mattered was wrapping this bitch around his hog like a skin blanket. Her tits swung in pendulum circles under her, making heavy *CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* sounds as his giant flesh rod pulsated ropes of pre right into her stomach. His nuts tightened in preparation to fire right into her sacred innards, her Asgardian physiology allowing her to withstand his sexual onslaught and not break or flee as even the finest of simple human supermodels would have done before his bitch-breaking meat.
This was way more satisfying than his hand. So much so that he didn't pay any attention as his testicles ascended and finally his monstrous orgasm blasted through the floodgates. He came with a great moan, and since his cock was well past her throat, he hosed it straight past her gullet into her stomach where it flooded her gut. The fire hydrant blast of his white mating ooze was so great it helped her *POP* off his cock and get hosed down the rest of her with the remainder of his load, and she just let it wash over her until it actually died down and turned into a dribbling jizz-faucet.
Tasting his jizz on her tongue, she She wanted more. using a simple telekinetic spell, she lifted the plentiful puddles of his jizz off of her skin, even out of the floor, they floated there like rain frozen in time, before it all collected into a vortex past her lips, the mindbogglingly sexy use of magic getting a groan out of Ichigo, who the Enchantress looked up to see he was advancing on her, his cock still hard. Had it ever gone flaccid? Her stare at him was like that of a cow, as she was mostly lost on the taste of his man-milk, as potent in taste as scent, and she had to swallow hard to get it going down.
"Well then," He declared, "now that you've guzzled my seed, it's time to plant this pussy where it belongs." He grabbed her by the arms and threw her onto the bed. Lifting her up by her full hips, he dug her into the bed and lifted her legs above her head into a perfect mating press, rubbing his broad shaft over her pink husband-hole. The wet grinding of his veiny flanks against her ultra-slick cunt almost made her forget the point of this position she was in - breeding.
"Wait! No! Don't take me like this!" She pleaded, almost totally drunk off his cock, yet desperate to keep her tummy taut. "What if I get pregnant? You can fuck me in the ass, you can fuck my tits or make me swallow it all again, just please don't stick it in there! A massive dick like yours and all that potent seed? I'll be pregnant for sure! I may not even fit! I'll be broken! Ruined! Useless!"
If she was trying to convince him to avoid her pussy, she was doing a dismal job of it. You could swear he exhaled steam as he bared his white teeth in a leonine smile, and his grip on her meaty shelves tightened in anticipation that was gonna be met. "Looks like you're gonna have my babies, then!"
It was with those words that he sank his claws into her Asgardian ass cheeks, thrust her down on his cock, past the yowl of pleasure that slipped through her abused throat, and fit every last inch of his trunk-like cock snug into her cunt. She Threw her head back, as his pipe drilled deep into her core, her organs flattening out and her taut belly getting bulged out to make room for his dick, and her tits heaved in her face as his head fit comfy beneath them. It fit.
He groaned like a beast as the magic babe's cunt caressed his cock like a sock, even as he stretched her out and slammed against her womb like a battering ram. His hands relentlessly molested her jiggly butt cheeks, his heart pounding in his ears in time with his bitch-taming thrusts, unable to even hear himself groan in agreement with her feminine screams of ecstasy, and he slammed her womb like an anvil. Her entire body spasmed with every full-body pump, and if Ichigo wasn't compelled to the sight of her thrashing hips, her moaning-bitch cock-kissers or the way her awesome boobies flailed around just short of clobbering his face, enemies of physics that compelled one not to care, he would have gone totally blind with pleasure. Even fucked so hard, her long-lived body responded well to his fucks, her highly - almost unequally - experienced muscles wriggled intricately around his pulsing cum vein, while her ass cheeks pleasure-whacked his massive sacks with their mind-numbing weight, and a powerful jiggle that would have had a man on all fours like a beast just to see that ass... if only their will was weaker than a spell-bound teenage horndog with enough strength to mind-blank a giantess with his endowments. And Amora the Enchantress, for all her surprising superhuman physique, capable of hurling cars and crushing missiles, was no giantess.
The silky horizons of her thick ass bounded back and forth under the assault from his powerful hip-smashes, jiggling like rubber and sending ripples throughout her jiggly flesh that kept her titties leaping about, and slapping the bed as she bit into the sheets so hard she was tearing them up. Their abundant shelves sloshed against his muscular thighs, pounding like a drum, a mating ritual song that only boosted their spirits higher, practically melded them into each other while they groaned each others carnal praises for the sun and stars to hear, and fucked as though Ragnarok was within the hour! Ichigo let out animalistic grunts like the sexual alpha he was, taking the proud, egotistical goddess as merely prime meat! Her tongue finally rolled out and she lost all of her strength. Forget getting fucked to orgasm, she was squirting her juices all over hid cock and his abs every two minutes, and he couldn't have finished more than four times in the last hour!
Sweat flew off their bodies now, with their extreme activities taking more out of them than a battle of days between them, as they were capable of to such a degree of ease that couldn't be overstated. The veritable domineer growled in satisfaction. "I've never cum this much! I hope that magic of yours is good for fucking, because you'll need every trick you've got, but boy is this gonna be fun!" He didn't care that she couldn't answer, especially since her physical response was to wrap her arms around his head, going through the gate of her thighs, and urged his head into her elliptical, brimming titties, getting him mashing his face in so hard he could have left an imprint, even as he caught a nipple in his mouth, and roughly bit and sucked like he was demanding milk, nourishment to fuel his sexual conquest on the sultry sorceress of Asgard, who was quickly becoming his first personal sleeve.
The haughty sorceress's usual look of narcissistic self-assurance was long since past dread at her lack of control over the situation, into a blank-minded euphoria as her personality was replaced for a vapid flesh-light state. Her every breath was a moan, an incoherent melody that she was grateful simply for this mortal stud sinking his dick into her unprotected baby chamber, and getting ready to paste her guts with his mud-thick jizz. Time had long since become irrelevant. Had they been fucking for a few minutes now? An hour? Several hours? Had they been so enraptured they had missed the passing of the day? She didn't care, so long as there was still time, Ichigo's massive, beat-pounding wife-tamer would be schlicking in and out of her cozy pussy if it was the end of her!
"Oh shit. Oh shit!" He gasped, wide-mouthed as he felt his unfamiliar orgasm approaching, but immediately recognized by Amora, who's coordinated pussy clenched in time even as her juices spray-painted his brimming, swollen balls like oil all over two weighty sandbags, the spasmodic rhythm, to his thrusts, the way his pace increased as he bullied her squishy pussy, the harsher his breathing and the rumbling of his cock as it was ready to open fire on her womb, pouring his seed until she threw the stuff up.
"Oh! Yes! Do it, please!" She pleaded. It was official. As she clasped his shoulders, caressing them lovingly, and kissed him of her own free will, (as free as a fucked stupid babe can be, still speared on monster-cock), not only was she absolutely ruined, as no cock could be a big as his, she was hooked on the rest of him, from his attentiveness in fucking her brains out, to mauling whatever he wanted of hers, to how vocal he was - and most men were not so willing to make noise. "Get me pregnant, I don't care!" She even coaxed him by caressing his quaking nuts with the shimmy-shimmy-shimmy of her perky booty, massaging his sack in waves of ass!
And so she was expecting, but not ready for, the wave of creamy whiteness that boiled within her core, spewing in river after river of his simmering, potent spunk right into her baby chamber, a flood of oozing mess that bubbled its way out of her entryways and exits until she felt herself gagging on it, blasting it even out of the vacuum-sealed cavern of her tight cunt, which wasn't quite as tight. Even through his mind-liquefying, electric orgasm, the spirit prodigy pumped into Amora without mercy. Even while cum-slicked, his painfully thick prick stretched her pussy out unbelievably far, bloating her up as it kept her locked up and filling with his jizz. Amora's body seized up, and then rag-dolled against the mattress, fully awake, but helplessly winded.
Ichigo, for his part, fell forward and caught himself on his arms, hovering over the exhausted goddess, his sustaining dick still locked inside her. With a spark of pleasure at every move, he sloppily pulled himself out of her cunt, which gushed his seed all over the floor, until the goddess didn't look nine months pregnant with triplets. He stood back on shaky legs and observed his handiwork, still under the lust spell, but in a state of mind for appreciation.
As he managed to keep his cock alive and ready to bludgeon-fuck a goddess who was barely active, he couldn't help but chuckle at the realization that the others likely didn't know how he was handling her.
"Jeez," He remarked, as she snorted herself awake, and found her eyes on him, licking her cum-drenched lips, "the others would lose it if they saw this."
What they didn't know was that the group had long since caught up to them, and were explicitly aware of just what was going on, even when most didn't even have a view. Slack jaws and turning away summarized their reactions as they very quickly realized what was going on while they stood on a roof at level with the floor of their pursued party's room. Even with barely a glimpse through the windows, the sound of moaning, slapping of flesh and begging for more, with just a dash of unbelievable praise of anatomy that shamed the next person you looked at, there was much conflict over reaction.
Spider woman, for her part, was the one who had first seen inside, and had flown back so far that now she was at the back of the group, sitting on her fat ass with her legs partly spread as if she was waiting her turn. Given that she had a clear memory of the short instant she had seen, the sight of their new comrade's titanic, horse-shaming fuck-tube pummeling in and out of the helpless goddess while she begged for more and got her jiggly titan-tits mauled, it wasn't a far off idea. She barely even noticed as one of her hands slipped over her thighs and rifted towards her heated center, and nibbled on her plush lips.
Thor, who had not seen but heard plenty, took note as the villainous bombshell he'd been dealing with since before coming to earth was crooning over another man who was practically breeding her plush body with some over-pumped lust charm that was almost used on him, leaving them both devoted to painting the walls in their juices, all a product of their bodies so backed up that the excess was blasted all around them, reducing the room to a messy breeding space where they were strangers melding their flawless bodies into a pile of fuck-addled flesh uncaring of other purposes.
Captain America, ever the boy-scout, was desperate to find some way to stray his attention from the profane romp between unbelievably powerful entities, even hoping an alert of chaos would excuse at least him of having to watch this. They didn't even notice a group of super-humans as the Enchantress pleaded out "Fuck- fuck- ruin me, lover!" Just kept grunting, fucking, cumming... He didn't need to know he was sitting on her face, fucking her tits while she filled her face with his bloated jizz tanks!
Wanda Maximoff's face was as scarlet as her costume, as she crossed her arms across her bust and bunched the jello-y flesh against her torso, faced towards the direction of their private show, but looking away as if she didn't actually want to see. It was infuriating, getting to see a pounding of such a caliber that she automatically wondered what she would have to do, what it would feel like. Dripping bodies and lustful sounds, a harmony of superhuman rough-fucking that had her lush pussy streaming girl-juices down her plump thighs while she tried to imagine a cock as big as she had just seen, finding the idea of such a specimen impossible, but all too worthy of fixation.
Ms. Marvel was simply staring right through the window, bent over mid air, her thick, smooth ass up and a dollop of drool slipping past her huffing lips, and fell all the way to the street like a stray rain drop while her buoyant chest huffed and puffed. She slowly moved towards the open view, testing just how close a look she could get without them noticing. As she caught a proper view of their Japanese stud slamming hips with the previously self-assured witch and using her boobs as handlebars, she was wondering if they even noticed anything else, as she was grinding her hips together mid-air. She didn't even care if the others noticed her shifting like a brazen whore in waiting...
"W-well..." Wanda tried to shake them back into focus, a lost cause. "He's got it handled?"
"Yep! We don't need to be here anymore!" The super soldier turned on his heels and didn't even wait for them, even if he was interrupted. "So let's just be on our way-"
"Uh, actually, why don't you guys go on?" Marvel said, half-assed in hiding her pretenses. "I'll stay and keep watch, just in case-in case..." She breathed a shuddering exhale that wasn't helped by trying to hide pawing her own udders. "In case she's just brainwashing him further? Through sex?" She might still come after us." Taking it as an excuse, Thor flew off after the captain, hoping to put this awkward walk-in behind them with another disaster in the city.
"I'll stay with her." Spider Woman said quickly and shortly. "Enchantress is tough."
"Ooooo-...kay then?" Wanda said, or rather her magically produced replica said before flying out of sight to disappear, while the real deal was invisible, merely feet away from the breeding pair inside, masturbating desperately.
The blonde powerhouse flew back and next to Spider Woman. "...Think he'll be up for it again? Maybe with a non-foe?"
Jessica Drew licked her grinning lips. "We don't have any magic, but we can always ask nicely."
Ichigo had been mashing up her pussy for over an hour before her arms finally gave out beneath her, and considering he was still balls deep in her, he decided the damage was already done. The spell had worn off long ago, now the simply horny, mid-sex Ichigo just couldn't be bothered to care.
She managed to groggily turn her head to look at him. "I-I-I have an idea."
He paused, though barely. "What kind of idea?"
"You're... astral projecting, aren't you?"
The logic in him peaked through for a moment as his face became pensive, and his eyes widened in epiphany. "...Yeah! I never actually thought about it, but yes, I'm astral projecting!"
"I can do the same, with my magic." The blonde goddess offered, placing a hand over he horizon of her trembling breasts. "It will allow me to better withstand your astral strength..." Her eyes slipped over his muscular form, and locked onto his legendary anatomy. "Including your big, oxen cock..."
"Well, let's test that." He said, standing back to let her do her thing. He grinned lopsidedly. "I've done all I wanted with you. You got anything you wanted to do with Thor, exactly?" He didn't even need to use his name, he was just being smug.
The blonde, sex-slaved Enchantress looked up at him blankly, licking her lips and blinked, glassy eyes never leaving him. "...Thor who?"
Oh you better bet your pale asses there'll be a part two to this!
For those who probably have a better idea of her age, I just know that 1500 years is still a long-ass time, even for a god. The idea being that it's a lot of her life since being embarrassed about sex, especially since Amora - canon name Freyja - is canonically a man-eater. She slept with a couple of dwarves for a necklace.
And, to be honest, the plan for this fic was to make selections from franchises, but if you see completely new smut, you'll see how I've been spending a lot of my time lately: on stories encompassing entire franchises by themselves. Popular serieses with popular females, harem worlds... that sort of thing. That's right: I've been quiet because of writing over publishing! Sooo... be on the lookout for that!
See you next whenever!