Page 65 of The Deeper Game
“Stop! Keep the hood on,” I gasped.
Zeus stilled his hands. Grunted.
“You think pretty elves walking around in forests get a say in that kind of thing?” Odin asked.
“No,” I breathed as rough hands parted my butt cheeks. And the hood stayed on.
“Important that you know that, elf,” Odin said.
I gasped as his finger gently spread lube over the pucker of my asshole. I closed my eyes, feeling everything acutely, as though my asshole had grown extra nerve endings, and whoever it was back there was exploring each and every one of them, roaming over all the little folds and the tiniest creases. I imagined him pressing inward. I craved that he would, but he just kept circling, teasing.
I opened my eyes to come face to face with Zeus’s dark hood. It sent a zing of heat into my belly.
The finger pushed in just a tiny bit behind me, then out.
In the cartoon, the elf girl begs and cries for them to stop while they touch her and fuck her. I didn’t want Thor to stop, but I wondered what it would be like, to fully playact it.
A part of me wanted to fully playact it. The begging. The distress. But if I cried, they might stop.
Zeus cast aside the crop and brought his hands to his crotch, and the next thing I knew, he was ripping a hole in the tights. With sure, strong movements, he freed his cock, huge and thick and pale, jutting out from the smooth green fabric. “Strip her,” he commanded.
Rough hands behind me ripped off my waifish little dress, destroying it, no doubt. It was in the zone I couldn’t see.
The fabric fell away, and I was naked, trapped there. And the hoods seemed even more psycho now in a way that majorly turned me on.
Zeus came to me then, head on. Hands behind me grabbed underneath my ass, supporting me as Zeus lifted my spread legsup so that his jutting exposed cock was positioned right against my hot, wet sex.
“Oh,” I said. He was Zeus, but also this hooded woodsman, about to plunder the elf girl.
“Feel it,” Odin whispered into my ear as Zeus pressed the fat tip of his cock partly into me, easing it in by increments.
I breathed, feeling it.
“You’re not struggling enough,” Odin added. “It seems to me that elves who are ravished in forests should be a little more upset.”
“What?” I asked.
“It seems to me,” Odin said, speaking slowly this time, “that if you don’t seem distressed enough, we’ll distress you.”
In the perfect choreography that was my bank robbers, the finger at my ass was gone, replaced by a hard slap.
“Ow!” I cried, more from the surprise.
“Beg us to stop,” Odin said, grabbing my hair.
Zeus withdrew, still hanging onto my thighs. His cock bobbed against my sex.
I looked into Odin’s faceless hood. In a low voice, he said, “Act distressed like the elf in the cartoon, or I’ll whip you until you really are distressed. She’s distressed when the fucking starts.”
How many times had they watched that thing?
“Maybe she doesn’t want to be that elf girl,” Zeus said.
“Do you want to be that elf girl?” Odin asked.
“Yes, let me be her,” I gasped. “I want to be like her.”
“Then be like her,” Zeus growled, getting with the program now.
