Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal - Chapter 796: 785

Title: Ruler

From left to right, Loki, Hela, and Angela could be seen on the throne and its armrest while Poole sat in front of Loki and Spider looked all but reluctant at the moment herself. Clearly, her, and her counterparts’ continuous interactions with Nik had a great impact on her. Behind the Throne and leaning over its edge, in fact, was a cool and collected Jennifer with her cheeks darkened in color, Morgan looking idle beside her, and shorter. Finally, Janet had reduced her size and looked like a perfectly proportionate woman, just the size of an infant, however.

She lay on the top edge of the throne with a look of great hunger and desire. All of them were waiting and all knew what to expect. Seeing Nik in his ceremonial dress, the top half unbuttoned and slightly looser now, a few of them gulped while a trace of excitement flashed past Loki’s eyes.

Hela, meanwhile, had a terrible expression. Her legs were slightly parted and even if this wouldn’t be her first sexual encounter, this would definitely be the first one where she wasn’t taking the initiative to drain souls off of their energy just for her enjoyment.

“You look great without your mask,” Nik appraised. Her ‘helmet’ in fact, was nothing more than her hair simply morphed into a spiky headgear and now it was set behind her with her loose locks even covering her right eye slightly.

Now standing in front of the throne, Nik crossed his arms and intently observed everyone. Even Poole and Spider fell into the range of observation. His gaze was sharp and a healthy erection was already pressed against the fabric of his robes. The shape of shaft pressed against the fabric that was Pickle at the moment, even the most indifferent Morgan grew more interested. Of course, purely out of academic purpose— How long can she hold out this time?

“Sweetest Daughter, believe me, this time, you’re in for a treat,” Loki whispered as Hela’s gaze only turned colder while she scoffed. Words fell dead to her ears, even if her supposed ‘mother’ spoke them but Loki clearly loved to let her words do the damage where magical arts failed. Leaning down while gazing at the shape of cock that could elicit lust and desire even from someone like her, Loki cooed, “Don’t you feel a little suspicious? Why would I praise this man’s prowess? Why would others, questionably strong women follow him? Out of pity? Out of sweet words?”

The derisive tone made Hela shiver as Loki gently whispered into Hela’s ear, “He’s just that… good~!”

“Well, I don’t like to always toot my own horn, so It’s nice someone else is doing for me,” Nik smiled, clearly enjoying Loki singing his praises. With an expectant look, Nik looked at everyone else, “Don’t you guys have a few words to say?”

“I miss my dad,” Spider began with a straight face, her words instantly dampening the atmosphere and observing the slightest twitch of her curving lips, Nik understood this was simply a crocodile’s need of pity.

“I miss my—” Before Poole could start the destructive chain where the mood will be ruined and he shall get cock-barricaded this time, Nik grunted, “Don’t even!”

He huffed and observed other’s expressions.

“You all are mean, learn from Loki,” Nik narrowed his gaze as Jennifer and Janet smiled while Angela remained clueless about what had transpired.

Impatient after her current declarations and actions, Angela stood up and tugged on Nik’s shoulder, pulling him close to herself, “If they wish to remain idle and wait to be swept by words then let them,” she grunted as feeling Nik’s hands smoothly gripping her waist made her smile in satisfaction. Her eyes that didn’t have any pupils gazed into Nik, “I will be swept away with something entirely different!”

‘She may not know it… but she sounds a little cheesy, too… Just like me!’ Nik added internally while Angela pressed her lips against Nik.

“Hello~!” Loki whistled as Angela turned out to be much brutish than what the girls had imagined. Except for Loki, none in the current group had shared Nik with Angela and when they saw her palms gripping Nik’s butt through the slightly writhing robe, the girls couldn’t help but raise their brown in surprise but without thinking too much, Nik turned and leaned against the armrest while he made sure to ravage the Asgardian dungeon of saliva.

Now that Angela’s birth was confirmed, for the most part, Nik simply couldn’t imagine the look on the faces of the rulers of the Asgard.

But to be quite honest, Angela wouldn’t be the first princess to have a piece of him and he hoped that she wouldn’t be the last one either.

“Ah! Damn!” Spider yelped and hurriedly jumped down towards the seat as Nik’s hand almost crushed her while Angela had her eyes closed. She was much rougher and hotter than usual and Nik perfectly knew the reason why.

As Angela’s hands let go of Nik’s hips and rubbed themselves against his shaft, trying to coil her fingers around it despite the cloth covering it, Nik snickered and gave Angela’s perfect ass a good squeeze, making her quietly exhale against Nik’s lips as she moved back.

“Not now, I need to break into Hel perfectly. I’ve got the throne, now I need the trophy,” pecking Angela’s lips, Nik pickled spider from her arm and set her next to Poole before looking at Hela.

“Stand in front of the throne, will you,” Nik ordered with a smile as Hela stood up, once again revealing her towering height, and yet, despite her awe-inspiring get-up, Hela’s gaze indicated nothing but vulnerability.

With an audible grunt, Nik sat on the throne with Angela sitting next to him on the armrest once again. Even Loki had grown quiet and now, all of them looked at Angela with gazes of varied lust.

‘This is,’ Hela clenched her jaws and balled her fist. She saw felt their gaze linger over her entire body. From face to her breasts. From her hips to her exposed feet. Her slightly darker lips that provided an amazing contrast to her pale skin puckered in anger but she couldn’t even retort the slightest bit to regain the dregs of her dignity.

“About time you lose the armor,” Nik leaned back and stated with an enticing grin but as her balled fist unclenched even without her consent, Hela continued to glare while she unstrapped the belts connecting the sleeves to the shoulders, letting the leather sleeves fall off while her bare arms continued to strip herself.

Her fingers quickly unbuckled the notches running down the sides of her torso as her top leather tunic would grow looser by each sound of the buckle being unlocked. With every buckle unlocked, Hela would feel new and larger waves of humiliation.

She, the Goddess of Life and Death, the Ruler of an Underworld was going to bare herself in front of another man like a common soul.

{A/N: Hela in comics and mythos has one decayed side and the other normal side but since mcu didn’t partake in this particular aspect and this is also basically a wish-fulfillment novel, I won’t be copying mythos too.}

*Tuc*

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Her top fell down with a resounding shrill, indicating the weight of her clothing but what it covered made it all the more worth it.

Nik’s gaze instantly fell on Hela’s slender and curvaceous body. Her pale skin truly couldn’t be compared to pale humans. In fact, her skin tone was no longer, as the gods say, mortal. Thick breasts that jiggled subtly to the sudden independence with her pale pink nipples barely peeking out.

Her breasts, though large and perky, and soft by the sight of it, were proportionate to her tall physique. It didn’t feel out of ordinary, in fact.

“So? I’ll call the left one life and the right one death,” Nik began the ritual of granting names as he gazed at Hela’s breasts. An audible grunt finally leaked from Hela’s pursed lips as she glared at Nik. Anger clouded her eyes and mind as she was suddenly forced to kneel.

“We’ll leave your strip show for later. Now, start with pulling down my pants,” Nik ordered with a whimsical hum as Hela’s hands stretched forward, clutching Nik’s knees and pulling down harshly.

However, the fabric in her cloth instantly turned slick and slimy as it receded into Nik’s body, breaking Hela’s balance and making her lean forward, and with the pants gone, she found her face right in front of a heavy scented weapon. Nik’s ‘trump’ card.

The Trumpet.

“Woah, quite impatient, aren’t you?” Nik inquired with a smirk while Hela’s hands rested on his knees.

“Now, do I need to really oversee every action of yours?” Nik sighed, “Of course, you cannot use your hand,” Nik stated while leaning forward, his index poking the tip of Hela’s nose.

“Ggrrrr!”

A barely audible growl escaped Hela.

“That’s the spirit~!” Nik cooed before leaning back on the throne. Her throne.

“Hey, now, don’t go ignoring us,” Janet jumped on top of Nik’s head, her body simply too small when compared to more than 2 meters tall Hela.

“Heh, who said I’m ignoring you? I’m sitting here, aren’t I? Go ahead, show me your moves this time,” Nik chuckled and shook his head.

Others blinked, a little surprised as Poole mumbled, “If I really try something… even fingering, wouldn’t you end up tearing me?”

“Tch, who the hell wants your puny ass?” Nik sneered, his violet gaze full of arrogance as he gazed at Poole and Spider, “I don’t joke when it comes to wetting my dick, kid. If you want to try something, be sure to put your heart into it, metaphorically.”

Loki had planned a cunning comment of herself but she felt the familiar, faint pressure once again. Even Angela’s gaze glittered while being so openly insulted, Poole crossed her arms and snorted. She didn’t have a retort ready yet.

However, his words did make it clear that he wasn’t going to be the one working, probably, at all, this time.

‘He’s a king, after all,’ Morgan’s breathing turned slightly heavier as Hela bit her lips. His show of power with just words, his overbearing intentions, everything about him at the moment made the girls’ hearts leap within their chests for they had known Nik for a more casual of a man. Even his tolerance to insults was amazing. Too amazing, in fact.

One could call him a son of a bitch, and he’d reply with a chuckle— How did you know that?

“Get moving.”

Hela shivered the moment Nik met her gaze. If her emerald eyes glowed with anger and vengeance, then Nik’s gaze was the epitome of command.

“And don’t think by any chance that your lips will get the honor every single time.”

Nik’s smile widened.

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A/N: Alright, a single-day break for witcher 3 turned out to be much greater than expected but that was something I had no control over.

Not the witcher 3, but the next two days. I had run out of gas for any and every sexual scene for the moment. Even now, I feel slightly mentally spent and that’s why I haven’t been able to focus on dlk, too… so, I’d like your recommendations for good r18 novels. Aside from Pick Up artist system since I already read that.