Page 67 of The Deeper Game
Odin put his face to my cheek and grabbed my hair again—hard. “They’ll make them fit.” He let go and disappeared once more. Thor took the thing out of my ass. I felt the cool air again. I gripped tighter to the knobby things above my wrist holes, bracing myself.
Another whistle sounded through the air, followed by a sharp crack. Pain exploded over my ass—one, two, three cruel whips of the crop.
“Ow!” I screamed, a little angry at the intensity. “God, you don’t have to—”
“Shut up, elf!” Odin hit me twice more—weirdly hard stings.
I began to cry for real now. It was as if the unexpected pain opened up a floodgate to my emotions, my libido.
Zeus pulled his cock out of me, but he kept hold of my legs, keeping them bent open for Thor, behind me.
“When we saw you in the forest like that, we had to capture you,” Odin said. “To use you exactly like this.”
Thor positioned his cock at the entrance to my asshole.
“Not that! Let me go!” I sobbed.
Odin stroked my hair softly. “Sorry, elf girl. This is how the woodsmen must take their pleasure from you.”
I wept ecstatically as Thor’s hard head pushed into my asshole, filling me. He felt so huge going in. So huge.
We’d done this before, but the elf thing made me like a virgin.
“Breathe, elf,” Odin whispered. “Let the woodsmen take their pleasure.”
I cried out as Thor thrust into my ass.
“You like that?” Odin asked.
“It’s too big!”
“Relax and it’ll be over, elf girl.” Odin said. Odin slid the tip of the crop along the underside of my breast—a threat that prompted more warm tears to stream down my cheeks. I felt crazily primal.
Thor started fucking me in the ass, wild and harsh and primitive.
“Please!”
“We’ll do whatever we want to you,” Odin said, caressing my breast with his finger now.
“I can’t…I can’t…” I panted, not bothering to make sense. It was as though we were four beasts, operating from our darkest and most magical beast brains.
“Too bad,” Zeus said, pushing inside me now once more, so that they were both fucking me at the same time while supporting my weight.
I shut my eyes tight. “No!” I begged, excited beyond belief.
They fucked me anyway, mercilessly, stoking my pleasure higher.
“Take it,” Odin said, warm in my ear, gently rolling my nipple.
The guys fucked me in unison, forcing waves of color into my mind’s eye.
“Uh-uh-uh,” Zeus said.
Everything felt so beautiful and dangerous. I didn’t know if I could contain the intensity.
The feeling inside me began to swell and build, and I knew I was tipping over toward a shattering orgasm. I fought it, wanting the feeling to last, but they wouldn’t stop fucking me, wouldn’t stop filling me, wouldn’t stop building the feeling higher.
I wept—from joy, from pain, from erotic overload. I was the elf girl, fucked and ravished against her will. Living my full-color dream.
