Page 66 of The Deeper Game
Just then something large, hard, and cool pressed into my asshole.
It was so much feeling—too much goodness.
“Don’t, please,” I whimpered.
Zeus pulled my thighs wider as Thor kept forcing the thing in, penetrating me, invading me. “Please, no,” I gasped, even though I meant the opposite.
With one hand, Zeus set the smooth, hot tip of his cock into me; with a massive thrust, he pushed in, filling me.
I cried out.
“Be like her,” he growled as he started banging into me, hands gripping the backs of my thighs, supporting my weight and holding my knees apart. My ankles were still separated with the spreader bar, which he hit with his knees with every thrust, forcing my ankles back, over and over.
“Stop!” I cried. “It hurts!”
My cries made him thrust all the harder. I couldn’t believe the thrilling intensity of it, saying no and begging, and him still fucking me.
Odin said, “Any elf we find in the forest, we get to do whatever wefucking-gwant to you.”
“No,” I cried. “Please!”
Still, Zeus fucked me. It was as if I’d entered the elf girl’s world of magic and forbidden urges.
Thor had shoved the smooth thing all the way into my asshole now. He simply left it there, which made the fucking extra intense.
“Cry,” Odin growled.
His command sparkled darkly through my core, and I whimpered and cried best I could, but it felt fake.
My belly went lopsided as Odin strolled over to the tree to take up the riding crop.
“Take the bar off her feet, Thor,” he said.
“No!” I cried, kind of meaning it. Because, why the bar off now? What did he have in mind? The woodsmen did all sorts of fucked up things to the elf girl.
Zeus stopped thrusting and stilled inside me as unseen hands worked at my ankles, undoing the cuffs.
“Don’t hurt me,” I panted as a fully hooded Odin walked around and came up behind me, touching the end of the riding crop to my cheek, caressing me gently. “Do you want the bag over your head again?”
“No,” I said.
The bar fell with a clank. My ankles felt lighter.
He took the crop from my cheek and disappeared behind me.
Trees rustled above, and I became acutely aware of the breeze on my naked ass and Zeus’s fingers curling into the underside of my thighs. He was still hard inside me, but he didn’t move. I waited, heart pounding.
A whistle. A whap. A sting. “Ow!” I jerked in surprise at the bite of pain on my ass cheek, shocked at how much it hurt.
I squeezed my pussy around Zeus’s hard cock. He groaned and tightened his grip on my thighs.
Odin said, “If you don’t cry like an elf girl should, you’ll get the bag back over your head.”
I whimpered. I didn’t want that—seeing them hooded was part of the dream.
“Thor is going to pull that thing out of your ass now and shove his giant cock in there no matter how much you beg him not to,” Odin said. “And then Zeus is going to fuck you. Do you think both of their giant cocks will fit in your tiny elf holes?”
“No,” I breathed.
