It had been several centuries since Freya chose to converse with mortalkind. Ever since her self-banishment from the Aesir, as well as the recent events of Ragnarok, she never thought twice about striking up a dialogue with humans. This in turn made her wonder if people even still continued to worship her, at least this remained a question until very recently. For the past three years, following the devastation of Ragnarok, Freya had felt her name be uttered by a devout worshiper. She didn't think that there were still mortals who revered her in such a manner, yet there was but one where she could feel the veneration and devotion leak from every work he spoke. This brought forth curiosity out of the Norse goddess and, after much deliberation with herself, decided to seek this mortal out.
Loneliness had beset Freya for some time now, ever since Kratos and Atreus had gone away on their own separate quests for self-discovery. At first it seemed easy, resuming her past life as a reclusive witch back in the wilds, but that only lasted for a handful of months before the boredom ate away at her sanity. With her brother deceased and her only friend gone away, Freya felt the desire for companionship ebb within herself. And so, she found the mortal in a humble hut in a desolate part of Midgard, a few miles away from the recuperating civilization that had been nearly destroyed after Ragnarok.
Upon first glance, the man had the look of a chieftain, with his broad shoulders, arms built like thick tree trunks, and a chest like an ox. Red hair flowed like flames, broken up by two long braids hanging down both sides of his face. All he bore was a simple brown leather tunic and matching legwear, yet still looked as fearsome as any other warrior. Asger, Spear of God, was his name and upon revealing herself to him, he quickly dropped to his knees in awe, much to her surprise, with a hint of contentment mixed in. She'd learned much about Asger from his constant prayers, which were no doubt similar to many other mortals: unbridled strength to help others and the power to fix the damage wrought down from Ragnarok, as well as a longing desire to learn under her magical tutelage.
At first Freya remained staunchly opposed to taking on an apprentice, but Asger was relentless in his pleas. Perhaps it was foolish of her to return to him after the first refusal, yet she had a feeling that even if she never returned, he would find a way back to her. And so, after several months of pleas, Freya relented and took the mortal under her wing, if only to appease her curiosity…and assuage the rampant loneliness within her heart.
Midgard - one year later
A gentle breeze echoed through the trees, bristling against the leaves of the calm wilderness. In order to become attuned to nature, meditation was key, as per Freya's instruction. Even as a youth, Asger was a bundle of energy encased in a mortal coil. During the beginning of his tutelage under Freya, he found it nearly impossible to remain still. Thankfully, the goddess was nothing if not patient with him. It had taken a while, nearly two months, until Ager finally managed to succeed and lasted almost an entire hour, breathing slowly with his eyes closed. Even though the goddess mocked him playfully, he could see the sense of pride behind her ludic smile.
Together, every morning before the sunrise, the two meditated together out near a lone creek. The sounds of the quiet winds and bustling stream brought a sense of tranquility, bringing themselves ever closer to nature. What made it all the better, for Asger at least, was that Freya happened to meditate without any clothing, save for the necklace draping between her ample bosom. The sight of his lovely goddess, nude and bare, mediating across from him, breathing in tandem with him, made the experience all the better. According to Freya, to become one with nature, one had to shed their material garb and willingly expose themselves to the beauty and danger of the wilderness. So, he too was laid bare with his manhood, stiff and erect, as his legs remained crossed with his hands pressed together.
Unbeknownst to the mortal, the goddess beside him was very much enjoying the sight of his upright manhood. Ever since accepting Asger's plight to train under her, the pit of loneliness that echoed within her soul had grown smaller and smaller this past year. Ever since the loss of her dearest son, Freya had found herself lost in a sea of anger and sadness, only to be pulled out of it due to Kratos offering her a chance at vengeance against the one who truly wronged her: Odin. The Ghost of Sparta, a man who murdered an entire pantheon of gods and titans, along with her only son Baldur, to think he would become the closest thing she had to a friend in eons. Still to this day, it perplexed her. Yet he too was gone, away to find his own path in life, leaving her once more…alone.
Freya peeked an eye open, checking to see if Asger really was meditating. The Norseman thought he was being clever by subtly peeping every now and again while they sat together like this. Perhaps against her better judgment, she found it flattering to be so coveted and desired by another. It had been centuries since she knew the touch of a man with the last being her treacherous former husband. Asger was quite attractive, by mortal standards, and found herself staring perhaps a few moments longer than she should have. Often when he went out to chop wood out near his hut, the muscles exerting and flexing as he swung his ax down onto the stump where he laid the wooden blocks, a familiar feeling of arousal sprouted through her body.
Seducing mortals wasn't necessarily her forte, yet Freya found it rather easy all the same. A couple lingering caresses, a charming smile here and there, and not-so-subtle stripping of her garments every now and again was enough to send the Norseman signals of not only her comfortableness around him, but also her budding affection. Yet still, Asger made no indication of his similar attraction, perhaps due to an inferiority complex or fear of being tossed away once she, hypothetically, grew bored with him. Hence, why Freya chose to introduce naked meditation to the man, to not only bring him closer to nature, but to also break down the barriers between them.
"Asger, you're looking rather…stiff," Freya grinned at the Norseman's uncomfortable shift of his legs, trying and failing to hide his phallic erection. "Your shoulders, they need to be more relaxed. Here, allow me." She moved swiftly, with the grace of a gust of wind, and appeared behind Asger. With tender elegance, the goddess used her deft and soft fingers to caress his shoulders, rolling over the contours of Asger's muscles. There were several scars adorned across his body, due to his efforts to fight back against bandits and savage wanderers accosting the local citizens.
"Mmrph…"
"Oh? Was that a moan?" Freya coaxed gently, grinning over the Norseman's left shoulder.
"...I've been feeling tense in that area. That's all." Asger grunted, lowering his face till his chin touched his chest. 'Yet another one of Freya's goadings. I cannot tell if these are tests of will or simple acts of lust.' Still, just the thought of being graced by the offer of laying with Freya, a goddess he'd idolized since boyhood, was simply too wonderful not to imagine. This in turn made his nether regions react to his carnal fantasies, which Freya took great notice of due to her mirthful chuckle. The way her soft breasts pressed against the back of his neck, as her taut nipples touched him, gave him the urge to reach behind and toss her to the ground and have his way with her.
Yet that would be disgraceful in his eyes, to view his noble goddess as simply a tool to sate his lusts. Freya was so much more, a woman of incalculable beauty, knowledge, and wisdom, yet harrowed by a sort of sadness within. It was strange to think that immortals felt the same types of negative emotions as mortalkind. As a boy, Asger always imagined that gods were far beyond such detrimental feelings, and due to that it allowed them to better guide mortals down the arduous path of life. However, from the recounting of Freya's stories of the petty machinations of Odin and his ilk, the glass had shattered forevermore and Asger could never again think upon such gods as Odin or Heimdall in favorable manners ever again.
"Asger?"
Freya's voice was tinged with confusion and concern, no doubt due to the sudden tensing of his body. The way she uttered his name, even when concerned, was music to Asger's ears. "Forgive me, but I think we better retire to the hut, my lady. There are still other…rituals that need attending to, don't you think?" He was on the brink and wanted so badly to continue this provocative teasing, yet preferred to do so behind closed doors. Selfish as it was, only he wanted to see Freya's nude body, coveting the allure of the flawless figure of his goddess for himself.
Yet Freya was not insulted nor did she insinuate any such feelings. Rather, she was pleased that Asger desired her so badly. "Yes, I do believe that it is time for our other morning ritual. You drank the potion I left for you on your bedside, correct?"
Asger nodded with a grimace, remembering the bitter aftertaste of the concoction of goat weed mixed with other various herbs. "Indeed I did, much to my dismay."
Freya let out another merry chuckle, "Oh hush. You're the one who said you desired something to enhance your endurance after all."
'But of course, how else am I supposed to keep up with a goddess of incalculable passion?' Asger kept these thoughts to himself, choosing to respond with a grunt instead. "To give my blessings upon the most beautiful goddess in all the land. Truly, I am the luckiest mortal." He nearly jumped from his seated position, suddenly feeling the hot wet tongue of said goddess brush against his cheek, and slid down towards the base of his neck.
"Indeed you are." Freya grinned, nails sunk deep into Asger's skin. "Now enough talk. Leave your clothes and follow me back to our hut."
Asger's hut
On his knees, Asger was muttering small prayers under his breath, whilst his tongue spread the godly folds of Freya's slit. Blessed and nectarous were the juices that flowed out of her crevice, lapping them heartily, and felt them sprinkle onto his beard. The murmurs and moans that came out of Freya's lips were music to his ears, knowing that he was giving his beloved goddess such pleasure. The table that Freya's back was leaning against creaked slightly, hearing her slam her hands against the wooden tabletop.
"Yes, very good. Mmm! Right there, right there! You're doing-mmm-wonderful, Asger!" Freya pulled one of his hands that was rubbing her thighs and brought it around to grab her ass. "Squeeze it, yes, just like that. Caress the cheek, let me feel your strength." With a seductive purr, the goddess traced several of her fingers alongside the contours of Asger's shoulder, pulling him closer to her slit. His nose brushed against her pubic hair, making her laugh from the ticklish pleasure, along with his beard hairs grazing her thighs.
Tossing her head back, Freya shuddered from yet another orgasm, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She then slammed a palm against the table, accidentally putting too much force into it, and cracked a chunk of it off, hearing wooden pieces clatter onto the floor. Asger moved to look but she pulled his head back between her thighs, making sure he knew where to keep his focus. "I'll fix it later," she growled heatedly, sweat dripping off her chin. Freya kept him there for several more minutes, until the euphoria subsided, before allowing him a reprieve.
After the savory spreading of Freya's folds, Asger was dragged by the goddess and shoved onto his bed. Making eye contact with her, the Nord quaked from the heated desire behind Freya's gaze. Slowly, she crawled onto Asger's lap, wrapping her taut slender legs around his back, never once breaking eye contact, while undulating her hips and grinding her dripping slit against his cock. Before he could utter a single word, Freya stole his lips, smashing hers with a wanton need for a kiss, using her tongue to taste every inch of his mouth. Now it was his turn to feel the curves of Freya's muscles, focusing on her back, as his hands trailed up and down during their animalistic kiss. Their kiss lasted until their need for oxygen superseded the desire to lock lips.
"Freya…" Asger whispered, on the cusp of confessing once more his undying love and devotion to her, before being hushed with a finger on his lips.
"I know." Freya smirked, lightly kissing the Nord's tattooed forehead. "The girth of your cock speaks volumes," gripping the throbbing phallus and stroking it. She gyrated against the tip, cooing from the precum oozing onto her clitoris. The euphoria got better as Asger's mouth clasped around her left nipple, while he cupped the right breast and fondled it gently. The heat of his mouth made her quiver on his lap and caused his cock to slide against his clit. If one could become drunk off lust alone, then Freya was absolutely intoxicated, biting her lip and let out a fierce mewl. No longer able to hold it in any longer, she pushed Asger's phallic obelisk inside of her, and could barely stave off the orgasm upon his giant cock entering.
Undulating her hips like a crazed animal, Freya gave way to her carnal inhibitions, letting out a raspy moan as Asger began moving his hips in tow. "Yesssss yes! Please your goddess, your savior, please me!" She rapidly laid kisses onto his brawny neck, nibbling the skin tenderly in-between, and felt him shudder. Mouth still enclosed around Freya's teat, Asger grabbed her hips and gave no leeway with thrusts, much to her enjoyment. The bed beneath creaked due to their conjoined and sweaty movements, squeaking loudly as she pushed down on Asger's chest, causing him to fall backward. Shuffling her feet out from the back of him, Freya placed them on both sides of his hips, as his cock was still fully embedded within her warm cunt. She moved closer to his face, stopping just before touching lips, and gnashed her teeth teasingly.
Squeezing her round and curvy cheeks with his fingers, Asger could feel them seep deep into her fleshy backside, hearing Freya mewl with pleasure. He kneaded and groped her ass with banal delight, making sure that he showed her through his fondling just how badly he idolized her body. Slowly, she raised herself up and slid back down along his shaft, making them both moan from the pleasure. "There we go…right where your cock belongs, Asger." She mumbled as she gently rode the Nord's dick, while her breasts bounced with every gyration of her hips. Her sweat dripped down from her body onto his as she continued, moaning from how good it felt to ride a cock so big. Wordlessly, with a vulpine grin, Freya pressed her lips to his, enjoying Asger's tongue rolling around hers while she continued riding him.
Once more, a pleasured grunt came from Asger, groaning from how amazing Freya's firmly toned ass felt banging on top of his crotch. Sweat began to perspire across his body and around hers as well, he looked into her eyes, finding nothing but lust and desire clouding them, and found himself becoming increasingly turned on. To think that a goddess, of her immaculate grace and wisdom, would ever want a simple mortal like him was mind-boggling. Torrent of Freya's juices came pouring out of her pussy as their thrusts increased in speed. While she had full control of their kiss, the Nord was starting to fight back as his tongue voraciously wrestled with hers. With a frenzied passion, Freya pressed her lips even harder onto Asger's, while smacking her hips downwards rougher than before.
"Freya! Fuck! I can't hold back any longer! " Asger moaned, breaking apart their kiss, and looked into the lusty eyes of the goddess grinding on top of him.
Freya could feel the truth behind his words due to how hard he was twitching inside of her. "Good! I can feel myself getting close as well! Together!" Freya groaned, feeling his cock swell just before his cum spilled forth inside her godly uterus, filling it to the brim in a manner of mere seconds. Pushing her body onto him even more, the goddess kept grinding on him as she reinvigorated their kiss with her rapacious tongue lashing against Asger's. A shiver went through Asger as they kissed, thinking about the possibility of impregnating Freya. The chance was slim to none, doubtful of his meager mortal semen being strong enough to impregnate a literal goddess, though it aroused him further to think about. "Eager for more, Asger?," Freya asked, ignorant to her lover's thoughts. "...Because I'm far from satisfied, you know."
"The same could be said of myself." Asger grinned, still fully erect and ready to pleasure his beloved goddess even more. Grabbing her by the waist, he tossed Freya onto her side, with himself behind and his cock stuffed between her supple ass cheeks. Tracing his fingers along the goddess's taut waist, the Nord reached around to cup one of her large, heavy breasts while lifting her left leg with his other hand. Throbbing in the air, Asger's dick rammed back into Freya's eager, dripping cunt and resumed his rampant thrusting. His hands fondled her tit with circular gropes while stroking her thigh and held them there while moving his hips in tandem with the gorgeous goddess. As he did so, his cock slammed against Freya's juicy ass, hearing her pussy squelch loudly and tighten internally around his dick. Intent on fulfilling his promise of pleasing Freya, the Nord willed himself to thrust with even more force.
Freya let out an adrenaline-fueled screech as Asger thrusted into her from behind. Thrilled from yet another orgasm surging through her body, she tilted her head to the side and pressed her lips back onto Asger's. Within seconds of their lips touching, her inner walls unconsciously tightened around his penis, desperate to pull it deeper. As if responding to her innate desires, her muscled worshiper thrusts sporadically increased, causing his cock to impress upon her ribbed depths even harder. His tip brushed up against the opening of her womb, forcing Freya to let out a guttural moan. The crazed grunts and screeches aroused the Nord further which made his dick swell and throb inside her cunt.
Freya was beyond enamored with how virile and energetic her muscled worshiper was and pushed her lips even harder onto Asger's. The heat of their kiss intensified, leading to their tongues voraciously wrestling outside of their mouths as each sought to dominate the other. Yet Asger could not compete with Freya's immense skill, as well as her greater experience in the carnal art of sex. With their kiss deepened, Asger's lively groping of her tit increased as well, focusing intently on her stiffening nipple. Using his fingertips, the Nord pinched and tweaked her erect nub, making Freya moan within their vivacious embrace.
Time began ticking away as the two continued in their sexual embrace. Digging deep inside the reserves of his power, Asger made sure to keep himself vigorous and ready to satisfy all of Freya's desires, hearing her pant like a bitch in heat as he rammed her from behind. The girthy, pulsating erection of the fiery-haired Nord that she so desired was hitting all of her sweet spots. His hands were now at her sides, gripping them tightly, as he rammed into her with all of his strength and pumped his hips at a rapid pace. Asger slammed his crotch over and over onto Freya's ass cheeks, hearing the loud slapping of her sweaty cheeks colliding with his pelvis. Listening to such a lewd sound aroused him further and made his cock throb painfully inside the goddess's pussy. She could clearly feel him do so from how her shrieks increased in volume and her pleas for him to increase in speed also shot up dramatically.
"Freya-"
"Inside, Asger. Go ahead. I want to feel your cum fill me up again."
Hearing those sweet words come out of his goddess's mouth, it didn't take long for Asger to reach his second climax. His semen surged deep within her ribbed insides, bursting into her womb and once more stuffing it full of his thick seed. Freya's throaty moans of ecstasy reverberated throughout his hut the Nord filled her to the brim again. Since the man was a mere mortal, it amazed her that his erection was still just as hard as when they first began.
"More…" Freya whispered within their kiss.
"You're incorrigible…" Asger panted loudly, close to reaching his endurance limit.
Instead of answering him directly, Freya chose to goad him by grinding herself against his crotch once with a provocative smirk.