Nidavellir, Year 12 + 3 days after the invasion.
1. Nidavellir Falls to Ái Kydera – A Blood-Drenched Massacre and Sexual Ecstasy Nidavellir, the legendary realm of master dwarf smiths, once the undying symbol of metal might, hellfire, and divine treasures forged in the depths of the earth. Its colossal caverns, where hammer blows never ceased, where Thor's own Mjolnir had been born in undying flame, had in a mere three terrifying days become a blood-soaked, lust-crazed underworld. Three thousand hybrid giant warriors – monstrous spawn of hell-tentacles mating with hermaphroditic she-beasts – poured in like a flood from the abyss. Towering dozens of metres tall, muscled like mountains and covered in black scales, their purple-black tentacles lashed like titanic serpents, smashing everything in their path. They flattened over seventy percent of Nidavellir, crushed stone citadels like sand, tore open cavern roofs so hell-light could flood in.
The great forges, the beating heart of Nidavellir where eternal flames roared, were crushed by colossal tentacles as if they were toys. Molten metal – iron, mithril, adamantium – spilled everywhere like rivers of lava, mingling with the fresh red blood of thousands of male dwarves torn apart in brutal slaughter. The clang of shattered steel mixed with screams of agony, the crack of breaking bones, the wet rip of flesh echoing through the deep caverns in a symphony of hell that would make even the gods of Asgard shudder. These hybrid warriors did not merely kill; they revelled in perverse lust. Purple-black tentacles coiled around victims, forced deep into anus or throat, squeezing until organs burst forth in a vile mess of blood and infernal semen.
Male dwarves – stout warriors barely 1.2 m tall yet muscled like living stone, wild bearded, eyes glowing red from forge-light – were hunted and exterminated without mercy. They fought fiercely with war-hammers and mithril shields, but it was futile against overwhelming power. Tentacles wrapped their limbs, crushed bones beneath thick skin, blood gushing like crimson fountains that dyed the cavern floor red. Some were hoisted upside-down, tentacles ripping open chests to tear out heart and lungs; worse still, others were forced to watch as tentacles speared through their anus, pulverising their tiny cocks until they burst, their final spurts of seed mingling with blood before death. Their corpses were hurled straight into still-glowing forges, burned to black ash that mixed with coke and molten metal into grotesque ingots – a symbol of utter collapse. Not one survived. Such was the iron command of Ái Kydera, the hermaphroditic she-demon leading the invasion, who had turned Nidavellir into her personal playground of slaughter and sex.
At her full enlarged size of 25 metres, Ái Kydera looked like a nightmare goddess of hell: flawless white skin gleaming under forge-light, long purple hair flowing like living tentacles, golden eyes blazing with cruel lust and bloodlust. Her enormous breasts – each the size of a full-grown dwarf – heaved with pink nipples erect and leaking thick white aphrodisiac venom that drove victims mad before death. A slender waist writhed seductively, her ass curved like twin mountains of flesh, but most terrifying was her monstrous 8-metre cock, rigid as a hell-forged greatsword, its fist-sized glans gaping and dripping corrosive silver-white precum that could melt metal and sear flesh.
Ái Kydera personally led the massacre, soaring through the cavern sky on wings of tentacles, laughing with delight as her gigantic cock speared through the chests of thousands of dwarf smiths. Each thrust tore open ribcages, hearts and guts exploding outward amid agonised howls, blood spraying over her body like crimson paint that only stoked her lust further. She bucked her hips hard, grinding her shaft against shattered ribs for violent pleasure, moaning, "Oh, you stubborn little things… but my cock will crush you all!" Each climax unleashed torrents of scalding blue-white semen like hell-lava, melting even the toughest mithril armour, turning victims into smoking, stinking heaps of charred meat reeking of blood and cum. She trampled the corpses beneath her colossal feet, grinding bones to powder with wet cracking sounds like hammer blows, blood and brains splattering her thighs and making her laugh louder. Some dwarf males she kept alive just long enough to force them to lick her colossal glans, their tiny mouths barely able to stretch around it before she crushed them from within.
Yet after mere hours of pure slaughter, Ái Kydera grew bored. The simple joy of killing had faded; blood and screams still aroused her, but the deeper hermaphroditic hunger inside demanded something newer, more sexual, more violent. Her gigantic cock still throbbed and dripped silver precum, but mere murder was no longer enough. "I want something fresher," she whispered in a honey-sweet voice laced with hellish menace that made the air itself tremble. She shrank to normal human size – 1.85 m tall, still towering over dwarves yet perfect for intimate "play". Her body remained flawless: massive breasts bouncing with every breath, pink nipples stiff and leaking, tiny waist twisting seductively, firm round ass begging to be grabbed, and now a still-enormous 28 cm cock, glans gaping and dripping glistening silver-white fluid under the forge-glow, ready for new conquests.
Ái Kydera licked her lips, golden eyes blazing with burning lust, roughly stroking her shaft until silver drops spattered the floor. "They say the cunts of dwarf women are the deadliest trap in all Nine Realms. I want to test just how tightly it can clamp, how it can squeeze my cock until it hurts and feels divine at the same time. I'll make them suffer, make them cum, tear them apart from the inside until they surrender completely and become my sex slaves. Nidavellir will not just be ashes – it will be our new paradise of lust."
2. Capturing a Dwarf Female – Brokkrhild, the Perfect Victim In the last great surviving forge – the legendary forge of Brokkr where immortal treasures had once been born – Ái Kydera found a prize dwarf woman. Her name was Brokkrhild, youngest daughter of the legendary smith Brokkr: only 1.35 m tall yet perfectly muscled from a lifetime hammering iron. Skin unusually pale for a dwarf (normally soot-blackened), fiery red hair in long braids, emerald eyes flashing with hate. Her breasts were enormous for her race – F-cups – jutting proudly beneath a filthy leather apron. Her ass was round and firm like two iron apples, waist tiny and hard, and between her thighs a tiny pink slit framed by a thin stripe of crimson pubic hair.
Brokkrhild raised her great hammer, ready to fight as Ái Kydera strode in. "You monster! I'll smash you to paste!" she roared, swinging with smith-strength. But Ái Kydera's purple-black tentacles struck like lightning, coiling around her body and squeezing until bones creaked. Brokkrhild screamed as the tentacles stripped her naked, ripping away leather apron and panties to expose her completely. Blood trickled from the crushing grip, yet Ái Kydera only grinned, scooping the dwarf up like a child and brutally groping her breasts. "So tiny, yet they say your cunt is a death trap? Let big sister test it. I'll make you scream from pain and pleasure."
Brokkrhild thrashed and bit, but it was useless. Ái Kydera flung her onto the still-scalding anvil, tentacles forcing her legs into a wide M-shape, spreading her tiny pink slit that twitched in fear and unwanted arousal. Blood from the crushing grip ran down her thighs, mixing with the first involuntary gush of slick juices.
3. First Taste of the Dwarven "Death Trap" – Pain and Ecstasy Intertwined, a Battle of Lust and Brutality Ái Kydera stood there, her 1.85 m perfect body gleaming under the red forge-light, golden eyes blazing with sadistic lust. She gripped her 28 cm cock – burning hot like fresh-forged steel, its massive glans nearly the size of Brokkrhild's tiny fist, glistening with silver-white precum. The dwarf's minuscule pink cunt clenched in terror, its thin red bush already soaked with sweat and unwilling juices. Ái Kydera grinned wickedly and thrust forward, brutally forcing the huge glans into the narrow hole, tearing the delicate pink flesh. "AHHH!" Brokkrhild screamed in agony, her tiny body writhing on the searing anvil, skin blistering from residual heat. The colossal glans sank deeper, stretching her vagina to its absolute limit, blood trickling from tiny tears and mixing with slick to make her even wetter.
The dwarven vagina was everything the rumours claimed across the Nine Realms: entry was deceptively easy, the soft walls magically yielding like a warm embrace, thousands of tiny tongues licking and sucking gently, massaging every centimetre of rigid flesh. Ái Kydera moaned in bliss, feeling her cock enveloped by invisible hands, silver precum flowing freely and mixing with Brokkrhild's juices. She gave an experimental brutal thrust, sinking a few more centimetres, intending to pull back and pound harder. Then… "CRACK!!!" A dry snap echoed from deep inside. The vaginal walls suddenly clamped like a colossal iron trap, hundreds of tiny muscle rings contracting at once, microscopic serrated ridges biting deep into the cock shaft, slicing delicate cuts.
Pain exploded like a thousand saw-blades biting simultaneously. Blood welled from the shaft, running down Ái Kydera's thighs and hissing on the hot anvil. For the first time in her immortal life, the she-demon who had slaughtered thousands without blinking screamed: "It hurts… it REALLY hurts!!! This cunt wants to saw my cock off?! It feels like a fucking meat grinder!" Sweat poured down her perfect body, her massive breasts heaving, yet at the same time the crushing grip brought mind-shattering pleasure – each contraction a powerful suck like a thousand burning mouths, stimulating every nerve until her cock, despite the agony, grew even harder. Pain and ecstasy intertwined into an overwhelming wave that left Ái Kydera trembling, lust overpowering pain.
Brokkrhild, impaled to her cervix, managed a sneer through tears and blood from biting her lip: "That's our natural trap, bitch… any rapist gets crushed to paste inside unless we let them go…" She clenched harder, activating full power; the serrated ridges dug deeper, blood streaming from Ái Kydera's shaft. The she-demon roared in pain, sweat cascading, fingers digging bloody furrows into Brokkrhild's ass, yet her golden eyes gleamed with savage excitement. She wrapped thin tentacles around the dwarf's stiff nipples and squeezed, making Brokkrhild moan in unwilling pleasure-pain.
4. Pain Mixed with Ecstasy – Ái Kydera "Trapped" Inside the Vagina, Brutality Escalates Ái Kydera, proud and insatiable, tried to yank her cock free – but pulling only made the trap clamp harder, ridges slicing deeper, blood pouring in rivulets that steamed on the anvil. She gnashed her teeth, experiencing true agony for the first time in eternity – legs shaking, perfect body quivering, sweat soaking her breasts and waist – yet lust refused to let her stop. Each crushing pulse also sent waves of unbearable pleasure, like being sucked and bitten by a thousand mouths at once, her hidden G-spot screaming as silver precum spurted despite the grip. "Fucking hell… hurts so much I could die… but I'm cumming my brains out… This really is a death trap… I love it! The feeling of being crushed makes me want to unload right now!" She roared like a beast and instead slammed deeper, pounding savagely even as blood flowed, each thrust stretching Brokkrhild's cunt grotesquely.
Brokkrhild had smirked at first, trying to endure and prove dwarven superiority, but gradually the 28 cm monster tore her apart, ramming her cervix and hitting every deep sensitive spot. She wailed in pain and forced lust: "Stop… stop… it's too big… you're ripping my cunt in half… aaaaah!!! My blood… you're splitting me, monster!" Blood and slick poured down her tiny thighs, but Ái Kydera only laughed, brutally squeezing her breasts until the nipples sprayed milk (had there been any), white jets splattering everywhere. Purple-black tentacles coiled around Brokkrhild's throat, choking just enough to heighten violent ecstasy, making the dwarf gasp, eyes blurring. More thin tentacles forced into her asshole, double-penetrating her until she thrashed wildly, screams echoing through the forge.
After forty relentless minutes of pounding, each thrust tearing and clamping, Brokkrhild climaxed 27 times, her juices squirting in fountains that soaked the anvil, mixing with blood from her torn cunt and Ái Kydera's bitten shaft. Her tiny body shook violently, red hair plastered with sweat, F-cup breasts heaving. She sobbed in defeat: "Enough… I surrender… I'm turning it off… don't pull out, I'll die!!!" Instantly the walls relaxed, muscle rings loosening, ridges retracting, leaving bloody grooves along the shaft. Ái Kydera sighed in relief, slowly withdrawing her blood-streaked but still proudly erect cock glistening with silver cum and red blood under the firelight. She laughed triumphantly, scooping up the broken dwarf-toy and kissing her hard enough to draw blood, the iron taste only fuelling her lust: "You're mine now. This death-trap cunt… I'll use it every day, make you hurt and cum until you die, tear you open every night until you beg to carry my monster spawn." Brokkrhild trembled in her arms, body covered in bruises and blood, but her eyes already sparkled with submissive lust.
5. End of the First Day in Nidavellir – Violent Pleasure Continues, a Night Soaked in Blood and Lust That night, as darkness swallowed the ruined, smoke-choked Nidavellir, Ái Kydera lay on her back atop the still-scalding anvil, her skin blistering from residual heat yet the pain only stoked her infernal lust. Her perfect 1.85 m body glistened with sweat and dried blood from the day's slaughter, massive breasts rising and falling, pink nipples stiff and leaking aphrodisiac venom. Brokkrhild, now a broken sex slave, straddled her with legs spread impossibly wide, her tiny pink cunt once again clamped tight around the 28 cm cock (this time willingly, yet still brutally). The walls pulsed gently, tiny ridges biting just enough to draw beads of blood that mixed with slick, giving Ái Kydera delicious waves of pain-pleasure as she moaned in delight.
Brokkrhild's muscled 1.35 m body was covered in bruises and bite marks, red hair matted with sweat, F-cups bouncing with every thrust, moaning in pain and forced lust: "Master… my cunt is squeezing you… does it hurt? I can clamp harder if you want…" Ái Kydera laughed, brutally squeezing the dwarf's ass until nails drew blood: "Clamp it, you little dwarf whore! I love the pain, love my cock bleeding… it makes me cum harder than ever!" She bucked upward savagely, each thrust spearing the tiny cervix, tearing the walls anew, blood and slick squirting in small jets that soaked the anvil. Purple-black tentacles coiled around Brokkrhild's throat, choking lightly to heighten asphyxial ecstasy, leaving the dwarf gasping, eyes rolling back from oxygen deprivation and rolling orgasms.
Nearby lesser succubi lounged atop piles of charred dwarf corpses, idly stroking their own small cocks and giggling wickedly: "Big sis Kydera really got wrecked by a dwarf cunt, huh? Look, blood everywhere… you like being tortured that much?" Ái Kydera answered while pounding harder, making Brokkrhild scream: "Worth every drop, little sisters. From now on every dwarf female turns off her trap before I fuck her. Unless… I tell her to leave it on. I love the pain, the blood, the exquisite agony mixed with bliss. I'll rip them open every night and breed them with my monster spawn!" Brokkrhild, tears streaming, clamped harder, ridges biting deeper until Ái Kydera roared in ecstasy: "Yes… harder… I'm gonna cum!"
After hours of violent fucking she came a fifth time that day – an apocalyptic orgasm. Scalding blue-white toxic semen erupted like hell-lava, flooding the tiny womb until Brokkrhild's belly swelled like a six-month pregnancy, her navel protruding painfully as she screamed, hands clutching her distended gut. Excess semen gushed out around the stretched cunt, mixing with blood and slick into a huge steaming puddle on the cavern floor, the stench of cum and blood thick in the air. Brokkrhild climaxed a tenth time, squirting violently, soaking Ái Kydera's breasts, body convulsing and drooling: "Master… I'm full… my belly's going to burst… but… it feels so good… I want more!"
Nidavellir had begun its total fall to Ái Kydera; the once-mighty realm now only ash and infernal lust. She had found her new favourite toy: the death-trap cunts of dwarf females, a treasure for daily violent satisfaction. She lay on the burning anvil, Brokkrhild impaled upon her cock, the two fused together, shaft still rigid and buried deep despite climax, the cunt gently pulsing to hold it fast. Moans of pain-pleasure echoed through the blazing forge, mingling with crackling fire and the stench of charred flesh from surrounding corpses. Ái Kydera's tentacles coiled around Brokkrhild, lightly scratching fresh red cuts into her skin. The conquest of Nidavellir continued, thousands more dwarf females awaiting the same fate, but Ái Kydera already had her first "wife" – a sex slave conquered by cruel violence, boundless lust, and endless nights of agony, blood, and terrifying ecstasy. Brokkrhild whispered through ragged breaths: "I'm yours forever… torment me, Master…" Ái Kydera laughed and thrust hard once more, beginning another round beneath the hellfire glow.
One Full Day Exploring the Death-Trap Vagina – Ái Kydera & Brokkrhild
Nidavellir, Year 12 + 7 days after capturing Brokkrhild.
Setting – Preparing for a Day of Extreme Violence and Lust, a Hellish Space of Pleasure and Pain
In Brokkr's main forge, the legendary heart of Nidavellir, the flames still roared crimson like a slice of hell on earth, but now they served only to heat an entire day of dawn-to-dusk fucking – extreme violence, boundless lust, terrifying pleasure laced with cruel pain. The air was thick with coal smoke, molten metal, and the stench of blood, cum, and pussy juice from prior "experiments". Piles of charred dwarf corpses, shattered weapons, and dried black blood puddles formed the perfect infernal backdrop for Ái Kydera's depravity.
Ái Kydera at normal 1.85 m size stood in all her mesmerising terror: flawless white skin glistening with sweat under firelight, long purple hair floating, golden eyes blazing with murder and desire. Massive breasts heaved, pink nipples leaking toxic white fluid, tiny waist twisted seductively, firm mountainous ass begging for abuse. Her 28 cm cock pointed skyward, huge glans gaping and dripping corrosive silver precum, ready to tear everything apart. Brokkrhild, the tiny 1.35 m dwarf, body hard from lifelong smithing yet now covered in fresh red bruises and dried blood, fiery red hair wild, F-cups bouncing with every ragged breath, stood completely naked save for a mithril collar-and-chain she herself had forged – the mark of Ái Kydera's slave-wife. The chain choked her throat, drawing beads of blood, restricting breath for constant violent ecstasy.
On the great anvil now padded with soft (yet still scorching) beast hide, Brokkrhild was bound in a brutal reverse-squat: legs forced impossibly wide by purple-black tentacles around her ankles, thighs trembling from the stretch; arms wrenched behind and locked in mithril chains, thrusting her breasts forward invitingly. Her tiny pink cunt gaped wide, red bush soaked with old blood and fresh slick, twitching from lingering pain and forced arousal. A small tentacle teased gently inside her asshole, making her squeal. Ái Kydera stood before her, roughly stroking her cock until silver drops spattered the floor, grinning savagely: "Today I'll explore every single function of this death trap. I'll hurt you until you beg for mercy, make you cum until you lose your mind. I'll rip you apart from the inside, bathe us in blood, and flood your womb until you're pregnant with my monster. Ready, my beloved wife? Or should I tighten that chain until you pass out cumming?" Brokkrhild flushed crimson, tears rolling but eyes shining with broken lust: "Do whatever you want… just please don't tear me completely… I'm already bleeding so much… but… I want to feel your cock rip me open again…"
1. Morning – Testing Maximum Clamp Strength ("Killer Mode"), Agonizing Pain and Hellish Ecstasy Ái Kydera wasted no time, slamming balls-deep in one savage thrust, her 28 cm monster splitting Brokkrhild's tiny cunt like a hellblade, the huge glans punching straight into her cervix. Fresh blood welled from the overstretched walls, mixing with slick in wet obscene slaps. Brokkrhild screamed in agony, tiny body thrashing, tears spraying: "Aaaah… you're splitting me in half… stop!" Instantly she activated full killer-mode – the natural dwarven defence now turned weapon of violent pleasure. Thousands of micro-muscle rings crushed like a hydraulic press, tiny serrated ridges biting deep, slicing fresh red cuts into the shaft, blood dripping in thick beads down both their thighs and hissing on the anvil.
Ái Kydera gnashed her teeth, nails gouging bloody furrows into Brokkrhild's ass, yet refused to pull out – instead pounding harder, each thrust spearing the cervix and ballooning the cunt grotesquely. "It hurts… it REALLY fucking hurts… but I'm cumming so hard… Clamp harder! I want more blood, I want my cock pulverised!" She moaned, sweat cascading over her perfect body, massive breasts bouncing wildly. Brokkrhild, terrified yet delirious with pleasure, sobbed through bloodied lips: "It's already max… you're insane… aaa!!! Your cock is grinding against my ridges… it hurts but… it feels so good!" Ten minutes into the crushing hell, Ái Kydera came while still clamped at maximum – scalding blue-white semen forced backwards by the pressure, erupting outward in violent white jets like a geyser, soaking the floor and splattering Brokkrhild's face and breasts. She screamed as the toxic cum burned her skin red, yet climaxed simultaneously, juices squirting in a bloody mix.
2. Noon – Testing Automatic "Milking" Function, Even More Brutal with Clamping and Draining After the morning agony, Brokkrhild panting deactivated killer mode and switched to "milking" mode – the natural breeding function dwarf females use when they want pregnancy, now twisted into a brutal game. Ái Kydera's tentacles crushed Brokkrhild's breasts until nipples bled, milk (had there been any) mixing with blood. The cunt began rhythmic industrial-vacuum sucking, walls rippling from root to glans, pulling so hard the cock skin tore in tiny cuts, fresh blood seeping. Ái Kydera stood still – no need to thrust – her cock was dragged deeper inch by inch until sealed against the cervix.
"Mother of fuck… this is better than Mom's tentacles… Suck any harder and you'll drain me dry!" Ái Kydera moaned in rapture, a tentacle lightly choking Brokkrhild's throat for added violent bliss, making her gasp and eyes blur. Brokkrhild grinned wickedly through pain, increasing suction: "This mode exists to milk stubborn dwarf males dry… how long can you last? I'll suck you empty!" Ái Kydera came five times in twenty minutes, each load vacuumed completely, not a drop wasted, her toxic semen flooding the womb until Brokkrhild's belly swelled like six months pregnant, pain making her scream: "Stop… my belly's exploding… blood inside my womb! You're pumping too much… I feel like hell itself is filling me!" Blood leaked from the overstretched cunt mixed with overflowing semen, but Ái Kydera only laughed and lightly whipped the dwarf's back with tentacles for extra cruelty.
3. Afternoon – Testing "Semen Lock" After Climax, Extra Violence and Painful Retention After the sixth load, Brokkrhild activated "lock" mode – the biological mechanism to trap semen inside for guaranteed conception. The moment Ái Kydera came again, the dwarf cervix slammed shut like a steel valve, trapping every drop of toxic blue-white cum, bloating the womb painfully. Simultaneously the walls pulsed in powerful waves, forcing semen deeper into the ovaries, direct stimulation like burning needles inside. Ái Kydera shuddered in exquisite rapture, the feeling of being "locked" inside the crushing cunt overwhelming: "Holy fuck… having my cum trapped like this… I'm cumming my soul out… You really are the perfect breeding machine! I'll keep you pregnant every day with my monster hybrids!"
She whipped Brokkrhild's ass lightly with tentacles, each lash leaving bloody welts, making her scream: "Aaaah… it hurts… but… don't stop!" Brokkrhild flushed, belly quivering from the massive load, blood trickling from her overstretched cunt: "I… I'm really pregnant now… you came so much… it hurts… my womb is burning!" Yet forced lust made her clamp harder, heightening both their pleasure.
4. Late Afternoon – Testing "Multi-Point Internal Stimulation", Extreme Violence and Tentacle Tearing Ái Kydera sprouted eight thin tentacles from her main shaft, each finger-thick and razor-sharp, dripping toxic silver fluid. Once buried deep, the eight split off, invading every crevice of the dwarven cunt and cervix, tearing flesh further, blood pouring:
• Two forced into Brokkrhild's urethra, stimulating until she pissed blood in agony, shrieking: "Stop… my piss-hole is tearing!"
• Two more wormed into her fallopian tubes, directly tormenting her ovaries until her insides convulsed like being stabbed with hot irons.
• The remaining four spun wildly along the walls, grinding every G-spot at maniac speed, lightly slicing for bloody violent ecstasy.
Brokkrhild came endlessly, squirting bloody juices in fountains, eyes rolling white, foaming at the mouth, body thrashing in the chains: "ENOUGH… I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE… TURN IT ALL OFF… I'M CUMMING NON-STOP… A… A… AAAAA!!!" The mithril collar choked tighter, blood streaming from her neck, amplifying breath-play ecstasy. Ái Kydera laughed and thrust deeper: "Thrash for me, whore! I love seeing you suffer and cum at the same time!"
5. Evening – Finale with "Grand Climax" and Cruel Declaration, an Explosion of Lust Ái Kydera retracted the extra tentacles, leaving only her rigid main cock. She took Brokkrhild from behind in brutal doggy on the burning anvil, skin blistering with every thrust for added pain. One hundred savage thrusts, each balls-deep, tearing the cunt further, blood and slick streaming. The final climax made Ái Kydera roar like a hell-beast, unloading ten times the usual volume – scalding toxic blue-white semen flooding until Brokkrhild's belly ballooned grotesquely, navel protruding like a ball, pain forcing an earsplitting scream: "My belly… it's bursting… save me!" She withdrew (Brokkrhild had willingly deactivated every trap), semen gushing like a waterfall, forming a huge steaming white puddle mixed with blood and juices, the stench overwhelming.
Ái Kydera cradled the trembling dwarf, kissing her forehead but biting until blood flowed: "Every day I'll discover a new function. Your cunt is my treasure – I'll torture it to death, rip you open every night." Brokkrhild panted, smiling through tears in broken happiness: "You really are a monster… but I… I love being tortured like this… pain and pleasure together… I want you to fill me forever."
End of the Day – Total Conquest, an Endless Night of Lust
As the forge flames died to embers, Ái Kydera lay on her back on the anvil, Brokkrhild collapsed atop her chest, belly still grotesquely swollen with toxic cum, cunt still twitching in aftershocks, blood seeping from wounds on neck, breasts, cunt, thighs – glistening red trails. Her tiny body shuddered, breaths ragged, yet Ái Kydera's cock remained buried to the hilt, gently thrusting to maintain ecstasy. A lesser succubus peeked in, holding a small blood-crusted hammer, giggling: "Done playing? Mom wants to know when you two will get back to forging weapons. Plenty more dwarf girls waiting for 'testing'."
Ái Kydera flashed an OK sign, her other hand brutally squeezing Brokkrhild's breast until blood flowed, cock still rigid inside the dwarf, lightly thrusting: "Tomorrow. Today I was busy with my test subject. But tonight… I'll fuck her a few more times." They remained fused on the burning anvil, cum and juices still dripping, gasps and moans mingling with dying fire-crackle. The dwarven death-trap vagina had been completely conquered by Ái Kydera, and proud smith Brokkrhild was now her eternal "beloved wife" – bound forever to the hermaphroditic she-demon's cock by cruel violence, terrifying pain, and endless mind-shattering ecstasy, ready for many more days of bloody, lust-soaked "exploration" in the hell-forges of Nidavellir.