Chapter 2
Hela Still Loves the Little Dick
The guard's rough hands dug into Hela's pale, firm ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh as he drove his cock deeper into her slick pussy. She gasped sharply, her body rocking forward with the force of his thrusts. 'Ahhhh, that's it,' Hela moaned, her voice a husky command that made the soldier redouble his efforts. Her pink folds clenched around his invading shaft, pulsing with raw hunger, juices coating his length as he pounded into her relentlessly.
Without missing a beat, the guard reached around her torso, his calloused palms capturing her massive breasts. He squeezed them hard, thumbs flicking over her stiff, rosy nipples, tugging and rolling them between his fingers. Hela arched into his touch, letting the nameless grunt manhandle her divine body like it was his to claim. She reveled in the degradation, her powerful form yielding to this fleeting pleasure, all to send a message to her husband.
Hela's senses, sharper than any blade in Asgard, picked up Maegor's footsteps echoing through the palace corridors long before he arrived. Her lips curled into a sly smile—she could crush this guard with a thought, but she didn't. No, she wanted Maegor to witness this, to understand that 200 years of marriage didn't excuse neglecting her insatiable needs. She loved him fiercely, his clever mind and gentle heart, but love demanded priority, and tonight, she'd make that crystal clear.
Maegor rounded the corner, his breath catching as the scene unfolded before him. There was Hela, the unbreakable goddess, on all fours against the cold marble wall, her transparent robe bunched up around her waist. The guard's hips snapped forward, his bare cock slamming into her exposed pussy, stretching her wide with each brutal plunge. Hela locked eyes with Maegor over her shoulder and deliberately ground her ass back, circling her hips to make her white cheeks jiggle enticingly around the soldier's girth.
He braced for rage, for the familiar burn of jealousy to ignite his chest. But instead, a warm, electric thrill surged through him, pooling in his groin. 'What the hell is this?' Maegor thought, stunned as exhaustion melted away from his limbs. His cock stiffened instantly, straining against his trousers—but it felt... different. Smaller. The once-impressive 17cm length now throbbed at a mere 12cm, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum into his underwear.
Hela, still impaled on the guard's dick, sensed the shift in her husband's aura immediately. Her divine perception caught the spike in his arousal, the subtle divine energy blooming within him. 'He's hard? He likes this... and that power—it's a new deity awakening in him. A second one? Rare, even for Asgard.' Emboldened, she leaned forward, bracing her hands wider on the wall, and shook her ass faster, her pussy slurping wetly around the intruder's cock as she put on a deliberate show for Maegor.
'Ahhhhh!' Hela cried out, her voice echoing off the stone. The corridor filled with the obscene pa pa pa pa of flesh colliding, the guard's heavy balls smacking against her clit with every deep thrust. Maegor stood transfixed, his gaze glued to the erotic display—his wife's body undulating, her breasts swaying heavily under the guard's groping hands, her face twisted in ecstasy.
A intoxicating rush flooded Maegor's veins, his small erection pulsing with need. Pre-cum soaked through his pants, a humiliating testament to his twisted excitement. The system's voice hummed faintly in his mind, but he ignored it, lost in the sight of Hela's betrayal.
Minutes ticked by in a haze of moans and slaps until the guard's rhythm faltered. 'Ahhhh, I'll cum!' he grunted, his body tensing. With a final, shuddering thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum blasting against Hela's cervix, filling her womb with his seed. She felt the weak spurts, a flicker of disdain crossing her mind—this fool barely lasted, his load nothing compared to the marathon she craved. But it served its purpose.
As the guard slumped, panting, Hela whispered an incantation under her breath. A soft glow enveloped his head, the oblivion spell erasing every memory of the encounter. He collapsed to the floor in a deep, enchanted sleep, his spent cock flopping limp against his thigh.
Hela rose gracefully, her pussy lips still gaping slightly, cum trickling down her inner thighs in sticky rivulets. She sauntered toward Maegor, her hips swaying with predatory grace, the scent of sex and sweat clinging to her skin. 'I thought you were tired, but it looks like you just discovered a new fetish, haha,' she teased, her hand darting out to palm the bulge in his pants. His small cock jumped at her touch, hard and eager despite its reduced size.
Maegor flushed, shame warring with the lingering pleasure. He said nothing, averting his eyes from the sleeping guard and the evidence of his wife's infidelity dripping onto the marble.
'Weird... did your dick get small?' Hela murmured, curiosity piqued as she tugged open his trousers and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. It fit easily in her palm now, the head glistening with pre-cum. 'This...'
Maegor stammered, 'I—'
'Seems like a side effect of your new deity,' she said, her sharp mind piecing it together. 'What power have you awakened?'
He stayed silent, but Hela's gaze softened, her thumb stroking his length gently. 'Speak, my love. Having two deities is incredibly rare—you should be proud. Don't you remember what you told me a few years ago? There's no useless deity, only useless people.'
Maegor sighed, knowing he couldn't hide from her. She was too strong, too perceptive. 'My new deity is... God of the Cuckolds.'
Hela blinked, then burst into a warm laugh, not mocking but affectionate. 'Cuckold? The betrayed husband? I didn't know my little rebellion would spark something like that in you. But don't worry—I'll love you anyway. Besides, your little dick is so cute now.'
Before he could respond, Hela dropped to her knees right there in the hallway, her powerful form submitting in this intimate moment. She leaned in, her full lips parting to engulf his entire 12cm cock in one smooth motion. Her mouth was hot and wet, tongue swirling around the sensitive head as she sucked greedily.
Glu glu glu—the lewd, slurping sounds filled the corridor as Hela bobbed her head, taking him deep into her throat with ease. Her cheeks hollowed with suction, one hand cupping his balls to massage them gently, the other stroking the base she couldn't quite reach with her mouth alone. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the cum still leaking from her pussy, as she hummed around his shaft, vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him.
Maegor's hands tangled in her black hair, his hips bucking involuntarily. The mighty Goddess of Asgard, heir to the throne, knelt before him like a devoted slut, worshipping his shrunken cock with expert enthusiasm. 'Hela... oh gods,' he groaned, the thrill of the cuckold power amplifying every sensation.
She pulled back briefly, her lips popping off with a wet smack, a string of spit connecting her to his tip. 'Mmm, taste yourself, husband. This is just the start—I'll help you embrace this deity. More guards, more fun... and I'll always come back to suck this cute little thing dry.' Then she dove back in, sucking harder, determined to make him cum down her throat.
The palace slept on, oblivious to the divine couple's twisted awakening, as Maegor's moans joined the symphony of their forbidden passion.