Break her wile

... and cunning. You remember the long hall you passed by, and imagined it full of people. Asgardians love to party and drink hard, how could someone frail and homely like this Freyja in front of you could hope to survive eons of their company?

The Goddess notice the shift in the back of your eyes. The light curve of her lips betrayed her satisfaction. You stand, almost for the first time noticing the thick perfume she wears. "Far, far too lonely" you suggest, noticing more and more of the thin disguise she wore.

"What are you doing?" she asks as you take hold of the clasps of her dress. "Comforting you" it is your nonchalant answer. It comes loose, but her arms dont let it fall below the line of her breasts. Her shoulders only are nude. "Only Odin ever..." you silence her by placing a finger over her lips. Then kiss her forehead, then her neck. She shivers.

"You are gorgeous" your words are whispered to her ear, she feels light in your hands. Soft, lush, pleasing. "Let it happen. You dont need to hold a torch for him" You can feel her resolve tremble, and she puts her arms down, letting the trim of her dress slide further down, letting her dark nipples be illuminated by the flickering bonfire.

A raven suddenly caws, startling the Goddess. "Munin!" In her haste to get away from you she trips in the hem of her dress, and it is only your quick reaction that saves her from a nasty fall. "No, no... you dont understand! He can see us! He will know!" She is panicked, gone the cool Freyja,

"Who can?" you ask, but already knowing the answer. You have to peel her out of her dress, her legs are otherwise stuck. Beautiful legs, as if chiseled in a work of art. Her sex is so inviting, only a sparse black hair hiding her divine pussy. "He is gone, Freyja". But she was shaking her head.

You can't resist at least touching her. Her nether lips are so wet, and inside her it is none the worst. "No, no, no" she repeats. "You are so beautiful." you whisper, as you feel her body open to your daring touch. "If you really want me to stop... offer me dinner. Else I will just assume this is a show for his spy". You hear the crow caw again, and see Freyja's thin smile as your head eclipses his view.

"No! Stop it!" she hits your chest, and if it wasnt for your strength you would be sent flying away. You barely bulge. There is a huge Wolf pelt carpeting the floor, you lean her back against it. You finish peeling her dress from her, and is greeted by her divine curves. Soft, young, supple. You hardly care about the illusion she was able to make with only a few articles of clothes, now she is the most desirable woman in the world.

"There will be hell to pay" She warns you. "It will be worth it" you try your evil-est voice, doing a dirty poor job of it. You approach, she kicks in your direction. And again. The third time you hold her leg, and kiss her feet. And calves. She tries to hold your head away when you are at her tights, but she isnt strong enough.

She tastes like honey. Her moans betray how good you are making her feel, but that doesn't stop her halfheartedly trying to push you away. She meows her mellow protests. You wet your fingers, and probe her. She tightens you out, you have to try one first, and then add the second. She keeps struggling, enjoying, an overwhelming curiosity to see her cum takes you. You begin fingering her harder, combining your manual efforts to your tongue playing with her clit, a combination she seems to find irresistible.

Her pussy squirts a thin pristine liquid, it splashes on your face. It is a plentiful, it runs down and reaches your chest. It is so warm. "Oh, what have I done?" she seems ashamed and apologetic, you laugh and pin her down. "I am not done with you, not by a long shot".

You spread her legs, the orgasm robbing her of strength to even pretend to resist. Your dick causes her pain, even at her aroused state. You shove in, hard and slow. She is tight, and her duress so great tears escape her eyes. Her suffering goes on forever, until at last your balls reach her ass. You give her a moment to accommodate, and then begins fucking her in earnest.

Freyja all but forgot her pretense, she moans in delight in each thrust, her legs aiding your every move. You laugh inwardly, so glad to see the pure joy in her face. Her orgasm is no surprise, but the other while her first didnt subdue is. The grip her cunt has on your cock eventually grows too tight even for you, and you feel it wrest away the control you had, sucking your cum out of your cock as your own climax is added to these empty halls. It last long, and you feel drained afterwards.

The ruffle of wings and a dark shape fly away. Munin, Odin's raven, is gone. "You made an enemy today" the Goddess says "I am sorry. I didnt realize" you shrug, not caring. "Once, long ago, i waved a spell around my son, Balder that protected him from harm from all things... except for a mistletoe, which I though was too young at the time to include. I could do the same for you, to protect you from His divine retribution"

You do accept the added protection "... but I caution you not to hurt Brunhilde, lest you invite the wrath of all living things." She adds after the spell is done.