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No one in their right mind would call the sound of a 1984 Ford pickup a purr, but the chugging engine caused the ever-so-slightest vibration throughout the truck, most noticeable in the stick shift in front of the centre console, heavy to the touch. Part of the joy of the truck was the idea — a mere idea, never acted upon so far — of what that might have felt like. Danielle never tried, but it was in her mind every time she turned the ignition.
She drove through Vegas with a purpose, seeing her destination immediately as she turned onto the strip. A tall, if generic, building with casinos on lower floors and a lavish penthouse up top. It was a penthouse that she would soon be visiting at the request of a woman she couldn’t deny for countless different reasons.
As she parked the truck in the crowded lot and turned the ignition off, she hopped out with a sigh, cowboy hat on her head, brown leather vest soaking in the sun covering black sportswear, and chaps over short shorts. She’d complete the look with a blade of wheat in her mouth, but a toothpick would have to do.
The casino was a lot richer than her blood, but its owner was a different kind of business woman. Dealing in souls wasn’t hyperbole when it came to Hela, but she took the metaphorical route every so often, to keep things interesting.
There was an obligation to fulfil for Dani, yet as she rode up the elevator, watching the numbers ascend with a hawk’s eye, she couldn’t ignore the anticipation. Meetings between her and the goddess of death always bore fruit, no matter the circumstances. It was almost routine, but routine implies a level of mundanity — disinterest. That was never on the mind.
A swift, pleasant chime echoed through the small cabin of the elevator, signalling the end of the ride and the opening of the doors into a penthouse larger than Dani’s family ranch, the sights of Vegas that should’ve been visible from the windows instead replaced with the cold, alluring view of Helheim, millions of souls passing through, on their way to suffer under Hela’s cold hands.
Those same cold hands beckoned Dani closer.
The sight was an expected one, though never unwelcome. The sigh Dani let out betrayed her true feelings, playing off a facade of disinterest when, really, she was begging for a chance to lurch forward.
Hela laid sprawled out across a large bed positioned in the very centre of the penthouse, a view out of every window. Dani’s eyes lingered on what lay before her, a sickly beauty in its raw form, tracing the gorgeous curves and tempting creases, remaining natural before her most trusted — most intensely *loyal* servant.
“What is it?” Dani asked, her words straightforward, furthering the charade that both indulged upon. The sight of the goddess before her was unmatched, the trembling that had started before she entered the room reaching a new high, ready, waiting, and desperate for what waited for her.
Deep red eyes lingered on Dani’s exposed skin, and a trace of a grin formed on Hela’s face as she turned over. Long, black strands of hair caressed her body, inviting Dani to feel the pale white skin for herself, teasing her with something so close, and yet so far.
On her back, a pillow beneath her head and legs spread wide open, she spoke five simple words, “You know what to do.”
She couldn’t keep it in anymore, the scoff she let out preceded a smile she just couldn’t keep to herself as she knelt down onto the mattress, holding herself on all fours as she crawled toward the awaiting goddess — perfection incarnate.
As her lips met the base of Hela’s heel, stone-cold to the touch and as smooth as ever, Dani couldn’t help her anticipation, the wetness beneath her shorts growing just enough to dampen her inner thighs, pressed directly against the lace she wore, her denim shorts not enough to absorb it all.
With a simple hand gesture from Hela, Dani’s whole body flew forward, the minute control held over her Valkyrie form exerted in this moment. She belonged to the woman in front of her, and it was exhilarating.
Without a single hand touching her head, something pushed it down, further and further, closer and closer to the very thing she wanted. She couldn’t help but kiss slowly — left, right — savouring every moment she was near, until a firm hand reached into her hair, grabbed hold tightly just above her scalped and pulled.
She couldn’t hold the gasp she let out, sucking in the air through her nose as her mouth was filled with a taste as sweet as fruit. She flattened her tongue against Hela’s body, feeling the grip on her hair tighten with excitement, as her hands glided their way up over a marble-like torso, defiantly grabbing ahold of Hela’s breasts in each hand. Her thumbs traced over soft tissue, gaining a light whimper for every time they brushed up against Hela’s small, rock-hard nipples.
It wasn’t long before Hela’s hips started grinding against Dani’s face, pressing herself deeper into her subject’s mouth, and her legs tightened around her disciple’s head.
In one swift move, Hela grabbed onto Dani’s hands, pulling them from her chest and twisting over, forcing Dani’s onto her back. The goddess rested on her knees, jumping back to adjust her position as she held Dani’s arms down into the soft mattress, preventing her servant from moving even an inch.
Soft lips graced Dani’s ear as warm, heavy breaths breezed past.
“It is wise to know one’s place,” said Hela, her voice soft yet commanding. Teeth lightly clenched onto her earlobe, tugging gently and playfully. “You’ve sworn your body and soul to me — and it is your body that I find most useful.”
“I am yours,” Dani said, her voice trembled as she held her legs together tightly, unable to hold herself any longer, begging for the woman on top of her to give her everything she needed.
Dull flame danced over Dani’s dark skin, harmless yet stimulating as her clothing disappeared into the dancing fire. Her toes curled as the flames dissipated over her breasts, coming to a point over her nipples. She couldn’t hold in the moan, but just as the sound escaped her mouth, a hand shot over her throat, silencing her as firm fingers squeezed the sides.
With her other hand, sharp nails found their way to the outer crease of her breast, pushing into her skin as they were dragged down the length of her torso, stuttering over her ribs and pressing into her abdomen. Red lines followed, leaving strict marks — ones not unfamiliar to Dani, she was Hela’s possession, after all.
Hela moved back, pulling Dani’s legs up, coming ever so close to, yet never quite brushing up against Dani’s quivering pussy. With her free hand, she snapped her fingers. Out of thin air, a burst of blue flame produced metal bonds that wrapped tightly around Dani’s wrists and pulled her arms up and outward.
With Dani’s legs up and over Hela’s shoulders, she pressed her hips against Dani’s ass, freeing both hands to rub both sides of the panting woman’s clit, pressing her thumbs against both of her puffy lips, combing through the thick hair that led up to a cute little happy trail across the bottom of her toned abs. Dani’s panting grew as Hela teased her, continuing to rub but refusing to give her the satisfaction.
“Please,” she muttered, her voice barely audible as she begged through quickened breaths. “Please, I– I need you.” With a glare and another snap of her fingers, Hela summoned a deep black ball gag into Dani’s mouth, allowing only whimpers to pass through the woman’s mouth. Hela would have her way with her loyal servant.
Returning to where she was, Hela pressed herself against Dani’s ass once more, careful not to touch her where she needed it most, always staying out of reach. Moving to place one hand on Dani’s stomach, her thumb moving back and forth above her clit, keeping her devoid of true sensation, Hela's other hand moved up the woman’s leg and grabbed hold of her ankle.
A gentle kiss on her right heel left a splotch of deep black lipstick, before moving up to her calf, tasting the sweetness of Dani’s skin, savouring her as her tongue moved up to the pit of her knee. Instinctually, Dani’s legs quivered and her arms attempted to shoot down, the chains clanging loudly as they were pulled taut.
Forcefully spreading Dani’s legs once more, she continued rubbing her thumb over Dani’s mound of venus, feeling the soft skin beneath the forest of soaked hair. Her kisses resumed, tracing down the front of Dani’s thighs, more lipstick marks further claiming every inch of her body as the territory of the goddess of death, her stone cold lips against the warm flesh of her servant piquing every impulse she had.
Once more, she stopped just before Dani could feel the sweet release she craved, further throbbing taking full control of her lower body as her toes curled and her eyes rolled back under closed lids.
Before pulling her head away, however, she placed her lips down mere inches from Dani’s desperate pussy, slick with desperate anticipation, and bit into her inner thigh. Dani’s moans echoed around the lavish open penthouse, muffled through the ball gag but so deeply satisfying as Hela’s teeth left her final mark, nearly pressing deep enough to draw blood.
As she released, she wiped her mouth as she stared at Dani’s face, heaving breasts under heavy breaths looking longingly back down at the goddess. With a smile, Hela lowered Dani’s untouched leg, climbing over it, sitting on her knees, hovering over Dani’s crotch as she stared into her servant’s eyes. Her left hand holding Dani’s marked leg, she threw her right hand over the woman’s throat once more and squeezed both sides as she finally gave in and lowered herself.
Hela grinded against Dani’s clit, content as she watched ecstacy wash over her disciple, eyes rolling back and her legs squeezing together tighter than ever before. She couldn’t hold herself together any longer, letting her cries of pleasure explode through the gag as Hela’s pussy rubbed against her own.
This was all she ever wanted, everything she ever could have asked for, everything she ever could have needed. It was all in this moment, the release finally coming, building up for so long. Her back arched as her legs began to quiver. Hela pressed harder and harder into her, allowing her one moment of true, unbridled, unrestricted pleasure.
Her jaw clenched against the gag as she shut her eyes tighter than ever before, muscles beginning to twitch. The feeling of Hela’s freezing cold statuesque body against hers could never be matched as the chills shot up her spine and down to her toes.
And as she could feel herself coming close, ready to go, feeling herself reach elysium as her clit throbbed and her lust broke its bounds…
Hela stopped.
Dani shook her head, whimpering desperately to finish, begging her master to let her orgasm, but it never came — she never came. She couldn’t control her breath, the skin all over her body sensitive to every touch, her swollen clit was throbbing and crying for a release. She tried to cry out, but her breaths and the gag could only allow her to whimper pathetically as she watched Hela climb on top, knees on each side of Dani’s torso.
One hand shot toward Dani’s chin, holding it tightly as she was forced to watch the other hand fall between Hela’s legs. The goddess did more than touch herself as she forced Dani to watch, she brought herself ecstasy, two fingers finding their way into her own pussy as the base of her thumb rubbed against her clit with every motion.
She wanted to move her head forward, to fully taste the beautiful body that was experiencing true pleasure in front of her, but a firm hand held her head in place, with control over her body exerted through mental will keeping her eyes open.
Hela’s body began to tremble and, finally, she felt it.
A clear, warm liquid sprayed all over Dani’s chest, coating her breasts as it dripped down the sides of her torso, slicking her armpits, while forming a river through her defined ab muscles and flowing through the hair between her legs. Every drop that passed over her clit brought her ever so close to true pleasure, but it was never enough, and as Hela finished, hunched over and heaving over Dani’s head, her breasts laid over her face, she could do nothing but whimper, begging for more.
But instead, Hela stood, looking over her masterpiece — soaking wet, marked with lipstick, scratches, and bite marks — and smiled.