Niflheim was no longer a land of the dead.
It had become a colossal frozen womb, pulsing in rhythm with the heartbeat of Ullr—the god of winter hunting, who had once been torn in two by his own lust.
Half of his soul remained frozen inside that anus, where Freya's tentacles had once pierced him, pumping into him the one and only ice-lust poison of the Nine Realms: a cold so intense it paralyzed all ordinary pleasure, leaving only one thing alive—the craving to fuck asses, to shoot arrows into guts, to freeze his victim's soul solid with his own cum.
Ullr did not return to Niflheim to heal.
He returned to forge that wound into a weapon.
He stood over three meters tall, skin pale silver like fresh snow, waist-length silver hair cold as ice, eyes two bottomless frozen lakes. Eight-pack abs hard as glacial granite, firm pecs glistening with frost, nipples erect into small icicles. His cock—now legendary—nearly a meter long when soft, over two meters when hard, thick as a warrior's forearm, pale white with a bluish icy sheen, veins bulging like ancient glaciers. The knob round and glossy, perpetually leaking freezing cum that turned into opaque white diamonds the moment it hit the ground.
He wore no clothes. Never again.
Behind him marched his undying lust-hunting legion:
150 male hunting gods—broad-shouldered, rippling with muscle, asses round and taut like twin snow hills, cocks dangling between pillar-like thighs, rosy assholes twitching invitingly.
150 female ice warriors—breasts full and round like snowballs, waists so narrow a single hand could circle them, massive snow-white asses proudly raised, pink anal rings glistening with frost, perpetually wet despite the sub-zero cold.
They had followed him for three hundred years. They lived for one purpose only: to bend over and take their master's arrows.
The thirty days and nights of ice-lust hell officially began.
The endless ice plains of Niflheim stretched white and blinding. The ground was a mirror of ice thousands of meters thick, reflecting a steel-gray sky. Blizzard winds howled in long shrieks, carrying razor-thin ice shards that sliced into flesh, leaving crimson streaks that instantly froze into red-and-white patterns. Temperature: minus 82 °C. Breath left the mouth only to turn into crystal clouds that fell like diamond dust.
Not a single scrap of clothing was permitted.
Ullr stood at the center of the plain, now over three and a half meters tall, his naked body gleaming like living silver. Waist-length silver-white hair whipped sideways in the gale like a sheet of ice silk. Eight-pack abs clenched hard, every ridge traced with blue icy veins. Pecs like stone, nipples sharp frozen spikes glittering with frost.
His legendary cock stood fully erect and purple-tinged, longer than two meters, thick as a strongman's thigh, veins raised like ancient glacial rivers. The fat knob gleamed as if polished by eternal ice, constantly drooling freezing cum that froze into opaque crystal the instant it touched the ground.
Before him, three hundred subordinates stood in ten perfect ranks, naked as the day they were born from their ice mother's womb.
150 male hunting gods: shoulders wide as city gates, muscles bulging like snow-capped mountain ranges, asses plump and protruding, rosy assholes pulsing invitingly. Their cocks hung half-erect from the cold between muscular thighs, tips glistening with pre-cum already turning to glittering ice.
150 female ice warriors: breasts swollen like heavy snowballs, pink nipples stiff from cold, waists tiny enough to wrap one hand around, massive snow-white asses lifted high and proud, delicate pink anal rings glistening wet despite the skin-cracking dryness of the air.
They said nothing. Only breathed. Their breath formed thick white mist.
Ullr swept his gaze across every single ass. His eyes were so cold the air around them dropped several more degrees. Then he spoke, voice deep as a detonation beneath eternal ice:
"Kneel.
Bend.
Open."
BOOM!
Three hundred knees slammed into the ice in perfect unison, the impact echoing like a minor earthquake. Three hundred snow-white asses thrust upward in the same heartbeat, forming a living sea of flesh that quivered in the freezing wind. Three hundred assholes blossomed open to their absolute limit—pink, slick, trembling like three hundred ice flowers about to bloom in a blizzard.
The sounds of flesh meeting flesh, wind whistling through gaping holes, ragged excited breathing—all merged into a frigid, obscene symphony.
Ullr stepped toward the first in the front rank.
Skadi—a silver-haired female warrior, petite but with an ass unnaturally huge and round like a full moon. Two flawless white globes without a single scar, the tiny pink ring pulsing greedily as if trying to swallow the freezing air.
Ullr placed his massive hands on those cheeks and spread them wide. Pale skin stretched until blood vessels showed red beneath the thin layer; his five fingerprints branded deep red, instantly frozen by the wind into five glittering crimson streaks.
No lube. None needed.
He stared at Skadi's tiny hole for one second—then thrust.
BOOM!!!!!!!!
The two-and-a-half-meter ice cock speared through Skadi's asshole in a single merciless stroke, never slowing, plunging straight to the end of her colon. The sound of flesh tearing rang out like ice cracking. Skadi threw her head back, silver hair whipping, mouth gaping so wide the corners seemed ready to split:
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MASTER… IT'S COLD… SO FUCKING COLD… MY ASS IS EXPLODINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!"
She screamed herself hoarse, tears shooting out only to freeze into glittering trails on her cheeks. Her whole body convulsed as if electrocuted, knees buckling, but Ullr gripped her ass cheeks tight, refusing to let her collapse.
The first three thrusts were slow—he pulled out halfway, then slammed back in to the hilt, each impact making a wet "SLAP… SLAP… SLAP" mixed with the crackling of ice forming inside her guts.
On the fourth thrust, Skadi's moan suddenly turned sickly sweet:
"Nngh… nngh… deeper… Master… go deeper… My ass… it's heating up… it feels so fucking good… cold but so good… wreck my guts… pump freezing cum through my asshole straight into my womb pleeeeease…"
Ullr's lips curled into an icy smirk. He began fucking her like a war machine.
Every thrust fired an arrow of icy light from his cockhead, piercing deep into her bowels, brushing the wall of her womb through the thin membrane. The sound of hips slamming into ass—"SMACK SMACK SMACK"—echoed across the plain. Anal juices forced out instantly froze into opaque snowflakes that fluttered down.
He roared, voice drowning the blizzard:
"Take the arrow!"
Skadi convulsed as if lightning-struck, eyes rolling white, tongue lolling out and freezing solid, drool turning to ice as it dripped:
"TAKING IT… TAKING IT ALLLL… I'M CUMMING… MY ASS IS FROZEN SOLID… IT FEELS SO GOOD… SO GOOD I'M DYINGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!"
She squirted—not from her pussy (she had been forbidden to touch it for three hundred years), but from her asshole. A geyser of clear fluid shot out under pressure, instantly freezing into glittering crystal threads that rained down like ice confetti.
Ullr pulled out.
BOOM!!!
A three-meter column of freezing white cum erupted skyward, falling back as a thick snowstorm that froze on contact into hundreds of ice arrows of varying lengths—sharp-tipped and still steaming with cold vapor.
Ullr bent down, picked up the longest arrow—nearly sixty centimeters, tip still dripping his own hot-cold cum—and stepped to the next person.
Hrothgar—a towering male hunting god, muscles rippling, ass like two granite boulders, rosy asshole far wider than Skadi's, pulsing hungrily.
Ullr said nothing. He simply thrust.
"GRÀOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Hrothgar roared like a beast, body rigid, muscles flexing, his own cock jerking upward and shooting a jet of hot cum that froze mid-air into a half-meter icicle that clattered to the ground with a "CLANG."
"MASTER… DEEPER… RAM MY PROSTATE… FREEZE MY BALLS SOLID… MAKE ME YOUR ANAL BITCH FOREVERRRRR!!!!!"
Ullr smiled for the first time that day. He pounded harder, faster, every stroke aimed precisely at Hrothgar's prostate, making the god howl, tears freezing into pearl strings down his cheeks.
And so it continued, without pause.
Day one: Ullr fucked one hundred of them.
Day two: another hundred.
Days three through seven: he started over from the beginning, this time more brutal, deeper, colder.
Each climax, he shot his cum skyward, letting it rain down as ice arrows, then picked them up and used them on the next victim. Some took three or four ice arrows at once, convulsing madly, foaming frozen spit, eyes bulging from endless orgasms.
The moans, the roars, the wet "SMACK SMACK SMACK," the crackling of ice inside guts, the "drip drip drip" of cum hitting the ground—all blended with the howling blizzard into an obscene frozen symphony that lasted seven days and nights without sleep.
By the morning of the seventh day, the entire plain had become a vast graveyard of cum-arrows. Thousands of opaque white ice shafts studded the ground, glittering weakly under Niflheim's pale sun.
The three hundred subordinates lay scattered across the ice, limbs twitching, eyes rolled back, mouths still gaping in silent moans. Their assholes swollen red like cherry blossoms blooming in frost, endlessly leaking frozen cum that formed small rivers on the ice.
Ullr stood in the middle of his frozen cum-sea, cock still rock-hard, tip dripping glittering drops. He brushed one finger over an arrow still coated in his own seed and spoke softly, voice deep as a proclamation to all Nine Realms:
"Only the seventh day.
Twenty-three more to go.
Your assholes… have only just begun to open."
The cave lay deep beneath Niflheim's highest peak, its entrance a mere crack in the cliff face, yet inside it was vast as an ancient divine hall. Walls and ceiling were covered in hundreds of meters of transparent ice, trapping countless female ice-spirit souls from the dawn of time. Ghostly blue light radiated from those imprisoned souls, making the entire cavern breathe and moan.
The spirits' moans echoed endlessly:
"Fuck us… fuck our asses… it's been so long… shoot your arrows…"
Their cries mingled with the ragged breathing of the three hundred subordinates who had just entered, forming a primal obscene chorus that made every cock in the cave spring erect and frost over in glittering ice.
Ullr entered last.
He was taller than the day before, body carved from eternal ice, every footstep leaving frozen prints that sparkled. His cock had been hard since descending the ice stairs—nearly two and a half meters, tip spewing white freezing vapor like an inverse ice torch.
He stopped at the center, blue light bathing him until he looked like a god of lust imprisoned for millennia finally released.
Without a long speech, he raised his right hand.
Magic exploded.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!
Ten perfect duplicates of Ullr appeared at once—each identical: towering, silver-muscled, waist-length hair whipping in the cold wind, cocks two and a half meters erect, tips dripping cum that froze into crystal drops falling "drip… drip… drip…"
The three hundred instantly understood.
They knelt in a massive circle nearly a hundred meters across. Ass touching ass, pale flesh pressed tight into an endless ring of living meat. Three hundred assholes blossomed open—pink, slick, pulsing hungrily as if trying to swallow the cavern's freezing air.
"SLAP… SLAP… SLAP… SLAP…"
The rhythmic sound of ass cheeks smacking together merged with the ancient ice-spirits' moans into a maddening erotic cadence.
The original Ullr stood at the center, smiling coldly.
His ten duplicates advanced to ten different points around the circle.
Then, in perfect unison, ten colossal ice cocks thrust forward.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!
Ten earth-shattering impacts rang out at once.
Ten assholes were speared in the same heartbeat.
Ten screams erupted together:
"MASTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"
A female warrior named Yrsa—platinum-blonde, breasts like two massive snowballs—was taken by the first duplicate. The two-and-a-half-meter cock felt like it pierced straight to her throat; she arched backward, eyes rolled white, frozen drool pouring:
"TOO… TOO BIG… MY ASS IS TORN IN HALF… BUT IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD… I'M LOSING MY MINDDDDDD!!!!!"
Next to her, the muscled male god Vidar was fucked by the second duplicate. He spread his own cheeks wider and roared:
"HARDER MASTER… POUND MY PROSTATE… FREEZE MY BALLS… LET ME CUM FOREVER!!!!!"
The relentless "SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK" of ten sets of hips slamming into asses became a war-drum of lust.
Each duplicate fucked no more than ten strokes before pulling out—leaving a gaping, cum-dripping hole—then moved to the next.
The circle began to rotate.
The three hundred crawled in a slow circle, asses still touching, holes still spread wide, so the ten duplicates could fuck without pause. A collective moan rose like a storm:
"MASTER… FUCK US MORE… FOUR AT ONCE IS FINE TOO… OUR ASSES BELONG TO YOU… FOREVER YOURS!!!!!"
By the tenth day, the original Ullr joined.
He stood at the center, his real cock (slightly longer, veins thicker, head larger than the duplicates) began shooting arrows.
Each time he drew an invisible bowstring, an arrow of icy light fired from his cockhead, piercing one subordinate's ass on the outer ring, then continuing through three or four more before vanishing—leaving dripping hot-cold cum holes in its wake.
"SHOOT!"
"SHOOT!"
"SHOOT!"
His roars mingled with the moans of three hundred and the ghostly wails of ancient ice spirits.
Cum rivers froze instantly into living sculptures:
• A female warrior frozen mid-kneel, ass up, mouth agape, eyes white, asshole stretched wide around a duplicate's frozen cock still leaking glittering cum.
• A male god frozen spreading his own cheeks, cock erupting into a meters-long frozen cum-river, face locked in eternal bliss.
• Male-female pairs frozen ass-to-ass, holes fused by frozen cum, mouths open in a scream that would never end.
By the night of the thirteenth day, the cavern had become a museum of frozen lust. Hundreds of living ice statues stood, knelt, lay in every possible ass-up position—mouths screaming, eyes white, assholes gaping and dripping frozen cum.
The original Ullr stood among them, real cock still hard, tip dripping egg-sized drops that froze into opaque ice jewels.
He caressed one statue—a female warrior impaled by three duplicate ice cocks at once—and whispered:
"You are all so beautiful.
But not cold enough yet.
Two more days… and I will turn this entire cavern into a single frozen womb meant only to hold my cum."
Then he turned. The ten duplicates merged back into him with a heaven-shaking ice explosion.
His real cock instantly grew another half-meter longer, thicker, tip spewing freezing vapor like an erupting ice volcano.
For the final two days, he fucked alone.
Alone he took all three hundred near-unconscious assholes—using hands, cock, and long-range cum-arrows.
Their moans weakened to hoarse rasps, then to faint "nngh… nngh…" before they finally froze solid in cold ecstasy.
By the morning of the fifteenth day, the cavern was silent.
Only the sound of cum dripping from hundreds of gaping frozen assholes remained.
Ullr stood in his museum of lust, cock still hard, tip streaming cum, and smiled faintly:
"Phase two complete.
You have truly become my immortal assholes.
Next… the blizzard."
He walked out, leaving behind three hundred living ice statues—asses still faintly pulsing, forever leaking fresh frozen cum like an eternal invitation to any who dared enter.
Day sixteen: Niflheim's sky vanished completely.
No more steel gray—only pitch-black darkness frozen solid. The wind no longer howled; it screamed like millions of beasts imprisoned in ice for millennia suddenly freed. Snow no longer fell; it was hurled sideways in billions of razor-thin ice blades that sliced flesh, leaving red streaks that instantly froze into red-white patterns.
Temperature plummeted to minus 113 °C.
Breath left the mouth only to become sharp crystal shards that rained like broken diamonds.
Ullr stood in the center of Niflheim's largest plain, naked, now over four meters tall after fifteen days of training. His body was perfect living ice: twelve-pack abs like mountain ranges, chest broad, nipples sharp ice spikes, silver hair whipping like a net catching the gale.
His cock, when hard, exceeded three meters—as thick as an ancient tree trunk, blue veins like primordial glaciers. The head, the size of a man's head, glossy, spewing freezing vapor in a ten-meter column that spiraled in the storm.
His three hundred subordinates, after fifteen days of nonstop anal fucking, no longer looked human.
Skin pale silver and glittering, hair frozen into sharp icicles, eyes permanently rolled white from too many orgasms, lips blue yet still parted in rhythmic moans. Their assholes swollen to the size of teacup rims, red like cherry blossoms in frost, half-frozen yet still pulsing.
They knelt in five perfect concentric circles—sixty per ring—asses thrust high against the gale, holes stretched to their limit, trembling as ice blades sliced into them. No one was allowed to shiver from cold—only from lust.
Ullr stood at the storm's heart, wind coiling around him like a colossal ice dragon.
He raised his right hand and drew an invisible bowstring.
There was no string, yet all Niflheim heard the heaven-splitting "TWANG" as he pulled it to full draw.
"SHOOT!!!!!"
A colossal arrow of icy light—over five meters long, thick as a palace pillar—erupted from his cockhead.
It streaked forward, cleaving the blizzard, spearing straight into the asshole of the outermost ring's first warrior—female warrior Brynhild, ass like two gigantic snowballs.
BOOM!!!!!!!!
She threw her head back and screamed, half the sound swallowed by the storm:
"MASTER… IT'S INNNNNN… MY ASS IS PIERCED CLEAN THROUGH… IT FEELS SO GOOD… SO GOOD IT REACHES MY BRAINNNNN!!!!!"
The arrow did not stop.
It continued through the second, third… through all sixty in the outer ring, then the fourth, third, second, and innermost…
Piercing all three hundred assholes in a single heartbeat.
A chain of "BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM" detonations like a thousand simultaneous ice explosions.
All three hundred convulsed as one, eyes white, mouths gaping silently, frozen drool spraying in jets whipped away by the wind.
Then the arrow reversed.
It flew back along the same path, re-piercing all three hundred holes a second time before finally slamming into Ullr's own asshole.
"GRÀOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Ullr roared, the sound cracking the sky with ice fissures miles long.
His three-meter cock was fucked by his own cum-arrow—pleasure multiplied tenfold, a hundredfold. He arched backward, abs clenching, mouth erupting a hundred-meter column of white cum whipped into a new opaque blizzard.
All three hundred screamed with him, their voices merging with the gale into a frigid obscene hymn:
"SHOOT MORE MASTER!!! FREEZE OUR GUTS SOLID!!! LET US BE YOUR ANAL TOYS FOREVER… CUMMING FOREVER WITHOUT END!!!!!"
Ullr did not stop.
Every ten seconds he drew the invisible string again.
"SHOOT!!!"
"SHOOT!!!"
"SHOOT!!!"
Hundreds of ice-light arrows fired nonstop from his cockhead—each piercing all three hundred asses then returning to fuck him.
Each self-fuck made him roar longer, pleasure compounding exponentially, eyes white, mouth spewing cum-blizzards.
His cum no longer fell to the ground; the gale caught it, mixing it into the snow until the entire storm became an opaque white cum-blizzard.
By the twentieth day, the plain was buried under a chest-deep sea of frozen cum.
The three hundred began freezing from the feet up, from the hands up—yet their assholes still pulsed madly, still leaked fresh cum, still moaned though their mouths were sealed in ice.
By the twenty-third day, Ullr reached complete madness.
He no longer drew the string—he only had to think, and thousands of ice-light arrows fired every second, each piercing dozens of asses before returning to fuck him.
He roared without pause, shaking all Niflheim:
"I'M CUMMING… I'M CUMMING… I'M CUMMING FOREVERRRRR!!!!!"
Cum erupted from every orifice: cock, asshole, mouth, nipples, eyes, ears… like an exploding ice volcano of pure white lust.
By the night of the twenty-fifth day, the storm reached its climax.
The frozen cum-sea reached chest height.
The three hundred were completely encased in ice in their kneeling ass-up pose—only heads and assholes still exposed above the surface. Their assholes still clenched in perfect sync with Ullr's heartbeat, still dripped fresh cum despite total immobility. Their eyes permanently white, mouths frozen open in a perfect eternal O.
Ullr stood at the storm's eye—now over five meters tall, cock nearly five meters long, tip firing a beam of white cum that pierced the black sky, illuminating all Niflheim like a frozen white sun.
He looked down at his three hundred living ice statues and spoke, voice louder than the gale:
"You… have become my perfect circle of assholes.
Now… only one final step remains."
Then he drew the invisible bowstring one last time—not outward, but inward.
He fired straight into his own asshole. The colossal cum-arrow reversed, spearing upward through his entire body and erupting from his mouth in a thousand-meter beam of white light.
"GRÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
His final roar cracked Niflheim's sky into tens of thousands of white fissures.
The storm paused for one heartbeat.
Then—absolute silence.
Only the sound of cum dripping from three hundred immortal assholes:
"Drip… drip… drip…"
Phase three complete.
The Ice Anal Storm Army was ready.
Only the final sacrifice on the mountaintop remained.
Mount Helgafell—the highest peak in Niflheim, piercing the eternal ice clouds.
The air so thin it was nothing but suspended ice crystals. A frozen moon hung overhead three times larger than Midgard's, bathing everything in painful white light.
The wind no longer howled—it screamed, the combined orgasmic wail of every ice spirit imprisoned in the caverns below.
Ullr stood at the start of the reverse-sloping ice path to the summit.
Now nearly eight meters tall, his body a mad god's sculpture of living ice: sixteen-pack abs like continuous mountain ranges, chest broad as ice shields, nipples erect into fist-sized ice diamonds, silver hair trailing to the ground like a storm-catching net.
His cock was no longer merely a cock—it was a living bow:
Ten meters long when fully hard, thick as Valhalla's pillars, pure white shot through with blue ice, veins like ancient glacial rivers. The head the size of an adult human's, round and glossy, perpetually half-open like an icy eye staring into the lust of all Nine Realms, constantly leaking freezing cum that froze into head-sized ice jewels on contact with the ground.
Behind him, his three hundred subordinates had been magically lifted to the peak.
They could no longer walk.
They could only kneel, only present their asses, only moan.
They formed a single line nearly three kilometers long from base to summit:
Ass touching ass.
Hole connected to hole.
Three hundred assholes stretched to their limit, swollen red, pulsing in perfect unison with Ullr's heartbeat.
Seen from above, they resembled a colossal ice-lust dragon writhing up the mountainside, glittering under the frozen moon.
Ullr stood at the head of the line, directly before the first asshole—Skadi's, the silver-haired warrior he had fucked first nearly a month ago. Her hole now swollen to the size of a rice bowl, bright red, endlessly leaking frozen cum in small rivers down the slope.
For a long while he said nothing.
Only looked.
Looked at every asshole, every snow-white pair of cheeks forming an endless living pipeline.
His eyes completely white—no pupils—only two bottomless frozen lakes holding the coldest lust in all Nine Realms.
Then he raised his right hand.
His ten-meter cock instantly transformed.
The shaft lengthened, hardened, curved upward into a perfect ice bow—its string a glowing blue-ice tendon.
He drew the string.
Every muscle in his body bulged like awakening ice mountains.
Neck veins rose like frozen cables.
Chest heaved.
Nipples leaked frozen cum in thin streams.
His mouth opened, spewing white freezing mist.
The string was drawn to its absolute limit—air around it cracking with thousands of ice fractures.
He roared, voice shaking all Niflheim:
"SHOOT!!!!!"
A colossal cum-ice arrow—fifteen meters long, thick as an ancient tree, tip sharpened from thirty days of his own frozen seed—erupted from his cockhead.
It flew.
Faster than thought, cleaving the air, leaving a kilometers-long white trail.
BOOM!!!!!
It pierced Skadi's first asshole.
BOOM!!!!!
Through the second.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!!!
Three hundred consecutive explosions in a single heartbeat.
The arrow shot through all three hundred assholes—through guts, through prostates, through womb walls—carrying alternating hot-cold cum that burned then instantly froze everything it touched.
The entire mountain shook as if about to shatter.
All three hundred convulsed wildly.
Mouths tore open impossibly wide, eyes bulged, frozen drool sprayed in jets, bodies jerked as if hit by millions of volts.
Their moans were no longer human—only strangled shrieks choked by frozen cum in their throats.
Then the arrow reached the final asshole—Hrothgar's, the most muscular male god in the legion.
It pierced through—and instantly reversed.
Frozen cum erupted backward from the final hole, flooding the entire three-kilometer living pipeline.
Drop after drop, jet after jet, column after column of freezing white cum surged back toward the front, freezing everything in its path.
Pale skin coated in thick opaque ice.
Assholes sealed shut with frozen cum yet still pulsing wildly beneath.
Mouths flooded and frozen into eternal O shapes.
In ten seconds, the entire three-kilometer ice-lust dragon became one colossal sculpture of lust:
Three hundred pairs of cheeks fused, assholes stretched to their limit, mouths open in wordless eternal screams, eyes white, bodies encased in glittering frozen cum under the moon.
Ullr stood at the heart of the final storm.
The fifteen-meter arrow he had fired now reversed and speared into his own asshole.
"GRÀAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
His roar cracked Niflheim with tens of thousands of ice fissures.
His ten-meter cock-bow was fucked by its own arrow—pleasure beyond all limits.
He arched backward, abs splitting with white ice cracks, mouth erupting hundreds of meters of cum.
Then his final roar—no longer human:
"CUM...…!!!!!!!"
The heaven-shaking ice-lust explosion detonated.
Cum erupted from every hole in his body:
From his ten-meter cock like a white volcano.
From his asshole in a spiraling cum-blizzard.
From mouth, eyes, nipples, ears, every pore—like a god of frozen lust exploding into billions of cold-ecstasy shards.
All Niflheim shook.
The sky cracked with millions of white fissures hundreds of miles long.
The ice ground split into chasms thousands of meters deep, spewing white cum like erupting volcanoes.
Then—absolute silence.
Only the sound of cum dripping from three hundred immortal assholes:
"Drip… drip… drip…"
Ullr was reborn.
He rose from the very sea of frozen cum he had unleashed.
Now fifteen meters tall, muscles pale silver like eternal snow, every ridge glittering with ice light.
His cock—five meters soft, fifteen hard—the head the size of an elephant's, half-open like an ice gate to a pleasure hell, constantly leaking cum that froze into head-sized ice jewels.
His three hundred were now truly immortal.
Living ice statues forever—asses still spread, still pulsing with their master's heartbeat, still leaking fresh cum though frozen for millennia.
They no longer needed to breathe, to eat—only to be ass-fucked to live eternally.
Ullr bent down, one pillar-sized finger gently stroking Skadi's statue—the first in line.
Her asshole instantly clenched madly, squirting a fresh jet of cum in response.
He smiled.
The first true smile after thirty days and nights of ice-lust hell.
His voice rang out—cold as eternal ice, yet carrying absolute satisfaction:
"You are perfect.
My undying anal army is ready."
He stood tall, his fifteen-meter cock swaying like an eternal ice bow.
He stepped out of Niflheim—each footfall cracking the ground for kilometers.
Behind him, the three hundred living ice statues floated after him, suspended in air, assholes pointed forward like three hundred ice cannons ready to fire cum.
Leaving behind a trail of frozen cum hundreds of miles long across the snow, glittering under the moon like a road straight to the final battlefield.
Ullr raised his head toward distant Asgard.
His eyes completely white, mouth open, spewing white freezing mist.
His voice echoed across all Nine Realms—cold enough to freeze the air into opaque snowflakes:
"Freya…
Spread that tentacle-riddled asshole to its limit.
The winter hunting god has returned.
And this time, I bring an entire immortal anal army…
enough to fire one single arrow
that will pierce every last tentacle of yours,
freeze your womb solid from the inside,
make you cum in freezing ecstasy for a thousand years,
then shatter you into an eternal opaque cum-blizzard…
forever mine."
He drew the invisible bowstring one final time.
Did not fire.
Only held it.
The fifteen-meter ice bow trembled with every pulse—like the final declaration of war to the goddess of lust.
The hunt had officially begun.