"Ugh!... couldn't you at least have given me a warning before shoving three cocks up my ass at the same time?"
Augusta whined, her face pressed against my breasts as she lay on top of me, completely spent.
"It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it?" I replied with a lazy grin, my fingers running through her damp, fiery hair. "Besides, you took them all like a champ. I'm proud of you."
We were lying on a bed that can't be called a bed anymore.
It looked like... I don't know? A loaf of bread that was smashed by a fist? Or a tornado? Maybe both.
The bed was in pieces, the mattress torn to shreds, the pillows were soaked with our juices and sweat since we had to 'use' them.
"You're a monster," Augusta mumbled, her words muffled by my skin.
"Oh really? And the one who fucks others with a dick made of magma is not?" I teased, referencing her 'Ultimate' technique she used on me a while ago.
A dick that was literally made of magma from her Fire aspect skill that made me feel like I was fucking a volcano.
Damn, it felt like a barbecue party inside my womb.
"I don't use them to gang bang someone's ass at the same time," she shot back, finally lifting her head to look at me.
Her lone red eye was half-lidded, still glassy from the last orgasm I had forced out of her. A thin line of spit connected her lower lip to my breast for a second before it snapped. Sweat made the scars across her cheeks and throat shine under the dim light of the room.
I really like fucking this woman, the former goddess that I turned into my personal cumdumpster. She looked so beautiful like this.
"Technicality," I said, voice lazy and smug. I flexed the three extra cocks I still had buried deep in her ass, making them twitch in perfect sync. Augusta's whole body jerked, a broken little moan spilling out of her.
"A-Ah… you absolute fucking bitch…" she gasped, her hands clenching into fists against my sides. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Immensely," I purred, leaning up to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss that was a stark contrast to the brutal fucking we'd just engaged in. At the same time, I let two of them slowly shrink and vanish, leaving only one thick shaft still stretching her open.
"Better?" I asked, stroking her damp hair.
"Barely," she muttered, but her hips rolled back against me anyway, seeking more friction.
Typical Augusta. Always complaining while her body begged for the exact opposite.
I sat up a little, dragging her with me so she straddled my lap, my cock still lodged deep in her ass. The movement made her hiss, her head falling back onto my shoulder.
"You know," I murmured against her ear, "for someone who just got her ass rearranged by three of my cocks, you're still pretty fucking tight."
Augusta shivered. Her red eye narrowed.
"Don't start again," she warned, but there was no real heat in it. Just that familiar mix of exhaustion and hunger that always lived under her skin whenever we were alone.
I ignored the warning, of course.
My hands slid down her back, over the curve of her ass, spreading her open so I could watch the way her rim clung to the shaft still inside her. Thick, glossy strings of our mixed fluids stretched and snapped every time she shifted.
"Look at that," I whispered. "Still trying to keep me in. Greedy little hole."
"Shut up." She bit my shoulder hard enough to leave marks. "You were the one… anyway, we have more important things to talk about."
"Okay, okay," I sighed dramatically. "You win. Let's talk about… business."
I didn't pull out. I just held her there, my cock a warm, heavy presence in her ass. The most comfortable negotiation table in existence.
"So," I began, my tone shifting from playful to serious. "To what do I owe the pleasure of being ambushed in a dark alley by my favorite sex slave? I thought you were busy with our little project."
Augusta tensed. For a second, the lust in her eye was replaced by something colder. Something like a venomous snake ready to strike.
"It's done," she said, her voice low and clipped. "The trap is set, and the artifact is ready."
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. That was faster than I expected. Even with Augusta's efficiency, that kind of work took months, sometimes a full year of careful planning and execution.
"You're sure?" I asked. "All of it? The power source, the containment field, the trigger mechanism? Everything?"
"Everything," she confirmed. "I even added a few… personal touches. Just in case our little target decides to be difficult."
"Are you sure that the old one-eyed bastard won't interfere?" I asked, my fingers tracing circles on her hip.
"Impossible," Augusta said with certainty. "The artifact is designed to operate in a void. And my dead world is the perfect location; no gods can sense what goes on there, not even a Primordial with all his eyes."
"Good." A slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips. "Very good. So, what are we waiting for?"
"The target's arrival."
I couldn't help but chuckle. The way she said it, so calm and matter-of-fact, as if she was talking about the weather and not about luring one of the most powerful gods in existence into a trap.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" I asked. "I doubt he'll just agree to a friendly visit to your dead world for a cup of tea."
"He won't have a choice," Augusta said, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. "I have something he wants. Something he needs. And I made sure he knows I have it."
My interest was officially piqued.
"And what, pray tell, is this 'something' that could entice a God-king?"
"You," she simply replied.
"Me?" I laughed. "Oh, Augu, you flatter me. But I think he has more than enough goddesses at his beck and call."
"Not you, personally," she clarified, rolling her eyes. "Your Valkyrie daughter."
The laughter died in my throat.
My Valkyrie daughter?
"What about my Valkyrie daughter?" I asked, my voice now laced with steel.
"..."
Augusta kept staring at me with her one eye, like I was some idiot.
I then felt like an idiot myself.
'My Valkyrie form!!!' I thought, my mind racing.
"I see you remembered," Augusta said, her smirk widening. "Since your goal was to sneak inside the Norse pantheon, why risk one of your Valkyrie daughters when you can just take the Valkyrie form yourself? You told me everything, remember?"
She was right. I did tell her everything. As soon as I unlocked the Valkyrie form, I informed her of my plan: to use it and infiltrate the Norse pantheon, to get close to Odin, and cut his dick off, a plan I had in the back of my mind.
And with the Mask of Silence, an artifact crafted by the goddess of silence that has the ability to conceal divine aura, no one will be able to identify me as the goddess of breeding. I will be just a normal Valkyrie.
"So, you're going to use me as bait?" I asked, my tone dangerously low.
"You are using yourself as bait," she corrected me. "And you are the perfect bait. Odin has a… thing for Valkyries. He can't resist them. And a new one, one he desired so much that he personally challenged you and got humiliated for it? He'll come running."
She was right. Odin's pride was as legendary as his power. He wouldn't be able to resist the chance to capture and… 're-educate' the Valkyrie who had dared to defy him.
After all, it's an unspoken rule that some races 'belong' to specific pantheons.
To the Norse Pantheon? The Valkyries are more than a symbol; they are an extension of their authority, a sign of their power and influence.
And for a goddess to just 'make' her own Valkyrie? That is a direct challenge to their authority, a direct insult to Odin himself.
"Anyway, we still have two weeks for them to reach my dead world," Augusta said, her fingers tracing patterns on my stomach. "So, what do you want to do until then?"
"Well," I said, my lips curling into a wicked grin. "First, I'm going to fuck you again. And then, we're going to relax a little in my world and participate in the grand opening of my new city."
"Sounds fair," she purred, leaning in to nibble on my earlobe. "But this time, I'm on top."
"Sure... on top of my dick."