Pulling Freya to her feet, to her surprise, darkness bled from my pores and pulled us deeper into the cavern. While I had no issue with Zanris or Ezra watching shit, I welcomed it. I did have a problem with Ren and that other male watching, much less gazing on what was mine.
Pushing Freya against a grizzled stalagmite reaching up like a fang, the crimson eyes of the Goddess hooked onto me. Not leaving me for a second, I closed in, hoisting her left leg up while my lips stole her breath. I enjoyed both the smooth skin of Freya without the slightest blemish and the delicate tongue that seemed like a slippery fox, trying to hide the moment I found her.
I stifled her moans and slowly tore her robes, appearing, like a true goddess, under the glow of darkness. Maybe it was because of her race change, but the very darkness seemed to coiled around its beloved queen, my knight, empowering a glimmer I simply found delicious as her lips tugged at my heart.
Being with Freya was oddly comparable to a hunt. Even in my hands, she would feel elusive, maybe it was her divinity messing with my mind, but it made the task of peeling her defenses down even more enjoyable.
Her eyes were wet, mixed embarrassment and fever battling each other. She licked her lips, glancing down for a second, and leveled her gaze on me.
"Master," She called to me, and I squeezed this goddess's soft, tender flesh that seemed like a perfect work of art. She quivered, and my robes fell. Anticipation reflected over her long strenuous breath that fell into short pants. Her lips pursed, and Lil Arsene pointed towards war; armed with testosterone and blood, he stood tall and powerful.
Flipping her over to face the stalagmite, I parted her legs and bent her low. Admiring the booty that could destroy nations, I gave it a slap, followed by another, then a few more till that thick milky ass held my print.
Nector fell, and her legs trembled, struggling to stand. "Master, " She cried, stammering to speak. Her head twisted back to me, and she wiggled what the Lord gave her, " Please, fill Freya up!"
Hoisting Lil me to her slit, I could feel the heat radiating off her as my tip kissed her folds; an insatiable moan left Freya as she slowly pushed back.
'Hmmm~" She started cumming from merely the tip. It was only a minor orgasm, but I could feel her sharp breathing picking up.
Gritting my teeth at the tightness I did not foresee, her legs buckled, and I pushed deeper in, stopping as a sliver of blood trailed down her legs.
"Freya you—"
"Keep going!" She cried, shooting me a stare of relief, "Wash away his memory! And make me yours!"
Honored and saddened in a way that seemed to elude me, I drove my way deeper in till my head kissed against the entrance of her womb. Knowing I could push right through, I held back for now.
"~Master~" She pleasurably moaned my name, wrapping me in such a way I felt like I was swimming through a vast myriad of heaven. Almost blowing my load merely at the start like a chump, I gave the plush ass of this goddess a nice smack and watched the jello bounce.
Freya's moans were just delectable as I slowly began my conquest. Striking a bit shallow to help her adjust, my thrust slowly began to grow longer and more robust.
"~Yes~" She muttered through sharp huffs. She clenched onto the stalagmite for balance. "M~A~S~T~E~R," She pronounced as I slowly gave in to the rhythm.
The echos of my claps thundered till her moans became "oooo's."
Holding onto her soft, juicy behind, I pounded her down till her hand fell from the stalagmite. Gritting my teeth, I groaned and grunted, holding myself back, as she fell face-first onto the ground.
Needing to her moans, her cries, of my name, I jerked her long silky hair back, exploding my first load deep into her womb, flooding her deeply in a snow of white.
"AAAAAAAAAAAH~~~" She screamed cumming all over my cock, erupting in a geyser of nectar. But I was far from done, hoisting her right leg over my neck, the motions of my hips whipping against her insides resumed, thrusting deep than before inside her. I watched the imprint of my cock budging like a raging beast dubbing her mine.
Sweat ran from both our bodies, and even my breathing began to pick up, but I was not going to stop. Not till an entire week ran by. Bellowing in you of ecstasy that seemed to whisper in between us, I smiled and laughed, pounding her through.
"~More~ Master~More~ Destory`~Freya~" She pleaded, coming without end, reaching new heights, her symphony of moans rippled through the cavern. "Destroy~her~Little~Pussy"
Growling, we slipped into various other positions as I brutally dicked Freya down. Unloading till her stomach bloated, I continued, plunging so deep her eyes would roll to the back of her head. Hours later, she ended up above me, riding me like a cowgirl. Wilding and untamed without a care in the world, her beauty seemed so grand, covered in sweat. I exploded with such a strong force my head grew light for a moment. Reaching up, I kissed her lips, stiffening her moan that was about to echo.
Freya's body slowly began to convulse, shaking in an overloaded state. She pushed down, rocking her hips with meaning. Reaching up, I cupped her breast, which bounced with a perfect rhythm. Fluffy and smooth, sweat trailed without end as I squeezed her tips.
"Put a baby in me!" She bellowed, allowing her divinity to explode. I simply chuckled, twisting her back down on all four, and slapped my cocked deep into the womb, imprinting myself inside her.
"You will get a baby if you are still conscious after I am done." I coldly said, chuckling evilly. The sin of lust anointed itself deep into my heart, and a merciless type of fucking commenced as I unloaded without concern for her state of mind. Taking in my full length, a new song rang.
*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop*Pop
Tearing into her anew, the goddess at my mercy seemed to allow me to play with her to my heart's content. Her body almost seemed to follow my actions instinctively.
True to her name as the Goddess of Sex, Freya was all but my equal in every category but one. Her state of mind after her rebirth was not the same.
"MA~~~ST~~~~AAAAAA~~~FUCK~~FUCK~~FUCK~~FUCK~~FUCK~~FUCK~~FUCK~~FUCK~' She screamed, like a broken record, as I fucked her silly, beating my meat so deep inside, Freya's legs turned to butter.
But such a thing was never an issue.
Hoisting her up, legs wide towards the stalagmite, I leaned her against the stone and fired off into another hole that had yet to taste me. Lustful ecstasy exploded in my heart as I could not stop having tasted my knight.
"MASTER~~~." She screamed my name, hints of mercy and glee battling against one another to decide whether I should stop or not.
"Oh, Frey. WE haven't even gotten out the toys yet. Don't worry. I, your master, will take care of you."