A simple step was all it took, a chantless spell here a divination there, and he stood in front of a half drunk goddess. The cloned body had to wonder what his limits with dexterity were, considering the accumulative effects of his mere touch.
Still the goddess rose while he was busy on introspection of his changed being, he might never finish reflecting on himself but that was fine for he had others to do that.
She swung her hammer, in a drunken rage, lightning streaking across the heavens, and the weapon itself threatening to tear apart the earth's crust. A foreign divinity presented itself shamelessly before the blond, so of course the pecking order had to be established. Thunderbolts she hurled, as lightning crashed into him, he didn't move or block or react.
For a simple casting of the spell of [Invincibility] had for the duration of about 24 hours forbidden the very concept of harm to befall his physical presence. Now with the first exchange finished he decided to entertain the brut in his own ways.
"Have at you.", in a more sombre tome his remaining tails wrapped around her legs, his remaining ones tentacles ready to strike, as his soul rubbed onto hers, his extensions started the exploration of her body. Paralyzed in part by surprise, in part by her willing lowering of her cognitive functions, in part by what was there between her legs sending a different kind of voltage throe her body that she wasn't quite used to yet. His tails skin started the secretion of liquids that rubbed upon her skimpy dressed body inflamed a heat not unlike the one the alcohol inside of her caused.
Her body cramped, Mjolnir her mighty hammer still in her hands, she wished to call upon its power but her strength was leaving her rapidly, as she was collapsing onto the ground faster than she can catch herself, the tentacles did it for her.
"Bastard face me with honour", she said even as her face flushed with more than just shame as her body was forced to relieve itself, the liquor shouldn't have dampened her power, and having a men in bed would be a jolly good time even if it was another immortal having his way with her.
Her fingers slipped letting the hammer that was once mid swing, fall harmlessly to the ground, only for it to be yanked out of her immediate reach by one of those same tentacles that kept her away from him. And instantly strength was leaving him rapidly as the hammer immediately fell down unto the earth.
Her knees buckled as orgasm after orgasm made itself known to her addled mind, her strength gone, her belt soon to follow. The goddess of Vikings who looked at the progress of humanity and ensured atrocities over millennia was being prepared for the plucking of her pantheon, she should make a wonderful tool in it.
Her mind was being read with a kiss from her lips, secrets bereft of mortal touch, only known too those closest to Odina and her immediate family herself. The blond muscle women knew what was being done, yet she couldn't help but melt in his touch.
Was their ever a god that could meet her in strength, that was unharmed after she struck them with her hammer or without, no, and no one had ever dared even go against her after she owned that hammer, right her sister and the thieves and giants, all fell nonetheless. This might be the only chance she would ever have to be overpowered.
For Noel it made no sense for why her legs that once were in a fighter's stance suddenly shifted into a far more vulnerable and comprisable position but he rolled with it. Wrapping his extra limbs around her arms and legs from behind he held her open and limbs spread out.
"Common you coward do it already!", with more capability in Sense Motives than ever before the hidden meaning wasn't lost on him so he allowed himself to indulge. Moving her closer to him than should be reasonable for a being that specialized in fights over distance and outliving the opponent, it should never be close to a brawler.
"As the princess wishes, so shall my command be", heavy with sarcasm Noel wasn't about to leave his desert unfinished.
He silenced her mouth with his own, she moaned as his naked form came close enough for her to feel something touch upon her stomach. Warm enough for her to hold in under the night sky, her attention was drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
She had to swallow hard, she couldn't remember when the last time was that she lay with a man or if at all or it were all just drunken escapades with the Valkyries and the other goddesses. Pulling away from the make out session she had to stare at it at what would soon hopefully fill her to the brim.
She wished she could touch and inspect it before the final step, but she lost so alas the roll of the powerless maiden she has to play, and her lower folds betrayed her every thought.
With her future man and husband, sizing her up it was the first time she knew of that anybody was this intimate with her in a long time, he took her under in the wild, after a bout, a collision of their fighting spirits, and she had lost without even landing a single swing with hammer or fist, she left a pathetic display, and it wouldn't be a surprise if he held her for an imposter.
She wished he stopped toying with her, testing her if she still had a fight in her, while yes it would be different battlefield.
Moaning right into his ear seemed to do it, he stopped holding himself back, and aligned himself with her. Penetrating her in one fell swoop, Thora learned what a woman could do. In and out he went, surprised by the blood at his mast, he turned to her, knowing and not daring to meet his eyes she replied with closed eyes while flushed red as if she bathed in blood like a berserker., "It, it regenerates from time to time and just does that, yes!", moving for a kiss faster than she finished stuttering it out. She wasn't a Virgin she told herself and while not a liar like her sister she would make sure that she wouldn't be questioned no matter ow stupid she replied.
"Rougher!" , she demanded, man liked to take the lead, right? She after all liked to lead but not in her current roll, she was to be dominated and used for pleasure only or maybe combat if so was his desire, but what was this if not one of her domains sex was a fight in and of itself.
Drawing upon his strength, with her belt on his hips, he hoped she was durable enough, as she felt every part of him inside of her, he started channelling a part of her weapons might into himself. She was more than capable of meeting him head on, at the best of times, she told herself at least. But he knew better than to mess with a physic that was now further adjusted by a belt that would have made anybody equal to gods.
Time and her sisters loved the display, even more so to be stuffed and filled with love it wasn't something usually done to her kind, much less to allowed them sentience only her most distant of cousins got a glimpse of something like that, and her she was free to use her power, but something about the concept of love had her in thrill, evading any and all compulsion the were to limited for her she still would heed his every word. But he should expect a prank or two from time to time.
Watching at him steer up a thunder goddess, and stimulate her beyond all sense with her own weapon and element, she didn't have to wonder why the tentacles exploring her became slower and slower, and that was something she wouldn't have, not when he put more and more attention and speed into the newcomer, well seed too.
Just a little flunk a quick draw of power, but maybe now the thunder goddess would learn not to seduce her lord and master as time stilled to a halt just for the thunderer, as every moment would usually take agonizing ages to pass, filled and stimulated, time hoped the immortal would quickly devolve and degrade so that she a better more useful being to her master could demand more of his precious time and attention.
Many waves of pleasure built up on her over the ages, incapable of release as the rest of her body was just too slow to catch up, she came a thousand times onto him, having definitely lost a piece of her mind for a bit there, she was in heaven as the dilation effects vanished and her body finally caught up with the mind, she wouldn't stop leaking her love juices for some time.
The eight aspect of this universe were fickle beings, some watching and interfering when it pleased then or they wanted attention like a needy cat.
With her tongue hanging wide out of her open mouth and her body relaxing beyond expression for a warrior goddess, he took the imbecile with him, and punished or rewarded by having her face lowered into the privates of his future recruit.
Not drained yet he ended it with his first orgasm, he still had places to be with them. For example the insides of an infinity stone or a humanized hammer, maybe later.
Well he needed the hammer for now and the belt. Whirling the old thing like a madman by its strap opened the first few rips in the realms letting him pear beyond the mortal world, he knew where to and a [Time Stop] just had to do the rest.
Arriving upon a rainbow bridge, stopped not even by gates, he advanced in stopped time, in seconds a contingency was made to keep time stopped for as long as he desired, time to find the stone and mess with Loki.
This was a giant ass city, filled to the brim with goddesses mostly warrior ones and other near immortal ones ready to fight better not do that and damage, completely destroy the scenery.
"Now where is your Mother, so that she ca be added to your side"
"She's near the tree or even inside of it! Better get to it or maybe into the Queens most private chambers so that she will just hand it to you!", was all Thora had to add with a silly grin, he knew who she meant, and what she was after even if it was a bit early.
Stepping onto a realm frozen in time for seconds by his power, he knew it wouldn't last so he had to refresh the effect and yet it, did and did not, the former effect was most likely by Times design the later by Odin/ Odina a goddess of so many domains that in itself with being a chief deity was scary or would be scary if he didn't have every aspect of this world at his beck and call, ready to demolish or change as he wished.
The world was supposed to be and stay monochrome and yet the innermost parts of the city still radiated divine lustre. It irked, and yet pleased, one it wouldn't be without opposition and attaining something without effort could diminish the reward one would feel from it.
Walking at his own pace through the unchanging world, marvelling at the gods, watching the scenery and the lack of a hurry for him at least, his mind expanded maybe still is.
How has it affected him, he couldn't say he had a directive an idea of a plan, to ever greater heights and he would continue to pursue it. Why did he feel less than even the simple minds of his clones before he supplemented them with his own personality?
Was Lust acting upon more or less than before was he letting it or was sit filling a void he refused to close, the statures sure were receptive to his touch, but nothing more than that, before his enemy could muster a counter to him or even attack him where he stood.
Still the very realm he marched into was antiquated at worst but who needs innovation when you are a god queen and all you're subjects are also gods.
Just walking to the very front of the palace, made it clear to all he would be noticed the one thing moving and coloured in still black and white world, advancing ever closer, cries of alarm where all around, confusion still amongst them, but they had a mission to protect their lady, their queen regent.
Their weapons shattered upon his body, the lances of divine wood and steel made by gods of smiting and making had little to no impact upon him, who drank of the infernal souls and their might with what could only be compared to ladles of propagating world destruction.
They came upon him in haves shouting with fervour and belief only to be swatted away like flies, some broken others barely harmed, he might take them later, he wasn't sure what he should do but something he would.
In the throne room several goddesses sat next to him awaiting his arrival, with lance and sceptre in hand she was waiting to crush him.
His mind should be beyond touch but would he risk it. All opposition had to be crushed, and so a single hammer left his hand. He could call upon his other bodies might and their connection with the stones, but why let not let it sweeten his victory.
While his mind was fortifying itself, the network rousing and fighting for survival, clashing in mind before body, both sides refused to give an inch. While looked in combat upon sight, the earlier transgressions where marked and remembered by both sides, nothing would be forgotten all was to be repaid.
Odina getting ready to block the fast approaching hammer with an all piercing speer, hoped damage wouldn't unmake or release the hammers energies, undoing all she ever accomplished and more.
Something froze once more, just a single line near impossible thin, so close to the arm readying itself, cleaving it in two as the arm brushed past it, Arm and speer were lost the battle fast approaching its end, the mind still resisting all incursions the network holding strong in the billions, through some might be needed to be erased for safety, before more falter and then all, but so far it would never come.
The pain came fast and hard upon a being whose very survival hinged upon having a chance to turn this around, unfortunately for her that wasn't the case.
Mind feed her more and more, even as every second felt like eons the stone continued to supply her more than even gods where made to endure, her mind not withstanding was feed more than it ever needed, but yet the very boost it gave her was what kept the feedback loop form ever collapsing.
The only grateful thing for the goddess that couldn't have hurt more, was a hammer shattering her golden chest plate freeing her bosom, even as it tore into her flesh.
The connection to her powers dropped for but a moment dropped and all turned monochrome as a time stop did it's part. For how long would it last against her at the heart of her power.
Broken and battered, lay a frozen warrior goddess at his feet, many other goddess were in various stages of undress and pain scrambling to reach for him or their Lady past him, few paid attention to the once maiden in his tentacles grasps.
Taking the spear upon which all vows were made unbreakable, the all striking one and using to lift the chin of the frozen goddess of the many domains. One Tail went over to her partner the second Queen changing its tip into something that could grip, and all rulers of this Asgard were subjugated under him.