A lowly whore

Freya looked around. The green meadows almost made her wanna puke. She needed to focus. A hand found her swollen twat and slowly played with it. She could feel the energy slowly run through her body. Someone stood out to her. A woman in a nearby village. Freya knew that she would be the perfect vessel for the power that she could offer.

The walk to the village was not only tedious but also reminded Freya why she had never walked far from her home. She missed her wings not to mention that her whole body was craving sex. The fallen goddess couldn't help but fantasize as she walked. Her sex dripping black goo in a trail behind her as she wished for someone to take her hard and deep.

Finally she had made it to the village. Nothing large, around 200 people. She could tell most of them were men. Their lust boiling under the surface of this very city. Though it was one house in particular that had caught the goddess's interest. She made her way to the door, though she heard peoples whisper as she passed. All of them condemning her for her lack of cloth. It was of no concern for now. Before the town knew it they would be naked too.

Freya entered the house to find an enticing vision. The room did not contain much, kitchen, livingroom and bedroom all in one. Though there were a lot of people inside. On the bed laid a woman. She seemed rather occupied because 6 men were currently having their way with her. Some were filling her holes while others were stroking their manhood while watching the scene. The woman was grunting and moaning around a particular large cock, but Freya knew that the woman was in heaven. She was experiencing pure bliss and Freya could feel it.