Page 68 of The Deeper Game
“Stop fighting,” Odin said, expertly fingering my nipple with his fingers. “It’s no use to fight us.” He squeezed it gently.
I exploded into a starry universe of pleasure.
My orgasm rolled through me in wave after wave, pushing me higher and higher, further and further into oblivion, and still they fucked me.
I was boneless with pleasure and still they fucked me.
Zeus cursed as he came, fingers digging into my butt cheeks. Thor cried out, quivering deep inside me.
I don’t know how long it was before they let me off that thing.
Rough hands took me down and set me on ground.
Forest debris poked into my bare back as I stared up at the moon, lost in the dream of the elf girl.
Suddenly the moon was blotted out by Odin standing over me, still in his hood, hand on his cock, which he’d pulled out of his tights.
“You think we’re done with you now?”
My belly tightened. At the end, one of the woodsmen always jizzed on the elf girl, debasing her hotly.
“Haven’t you used me enough, woodsman?”.
“Stay still. Stay right there.”
Let’s just say wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away at this point.
He jerked his hand up his cock, once, and then again, and a thick stream of cum landed on my neck, my breasts.
Just like with the elf girl. I sighed happily.
He knelt down next to me. “That’s what you get, elf.”
I stared up at him, a little bit dazed. “Thank you.”
He smiled his dark, devilish smile. “Always,” he said. “Anything.”
They’d given me this thing I’d wanted without judgment, and they’d even worn tights. Who else in the universe could’ve given me this, and with such love behind it? I was always saying I loved them, but did I really, if I was trying to change them?
“I’ll support you,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. Whatever is inside you. I won’t fuck with your beautiful mojo. I won’t try to stop the robbery.”
Zeus knelt down. “What’s that?”
Thor kneeled down on the other side of me and wiped the jizz off my neck and breasts with a soft, damp cloth.
“Robbing the Prime in a blaze of glory, I mean,” I whispered. “Do it. It will show those who betrayed you that no target is out of your reach. They’ll really wish you were dead.”
“You’re good with it?” Odin asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“It’ll feel fucking awesome,” Thor said. “To clean out the Prime.”
“It will be glorious,” Odin said.
“And I want the whole tattoo, too,” I said. “I’m not just saying it now—it’s ours and I want it. That tattoo is us.”
“I want it, too,” Zeus said. “Is there time now?”
