Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal - Chapter 798: 787

Title: Unfolding Battle

Nik exhaled hotly in response to the feel of Hela’s mouth. Her tongue slid across his surface as she lowered her mouth further. However, his voice was suppressed with Janet’s lovely pussy right against his lips, enjoying his sensitive reactions with its own form of approval as her entrance grew warmer and moister.

“Oohh, finally something hot in this freezing hell,” Janet moaned with her eyes closing into pleased slits as even her thighs grew slightly damp with sweat, making her body’s natural scent all the more evident.

On the other hand, Loki had one comforting palm on top of Hela’s head while the other hand stroked her shoulder, “Just like that, take it all in. As the ruler of death, you’re different from ordinary giants and Asgardians, right?” Loki whispered as her palm slowly forced Hela’s head further to the south.

“Go ahead, suck it all up,” Loki’s smile grew devious while she looked at the three women and started from the easiest.

“Dear Sister, it looks like your past mate didn’t truly let you experience a variety of situations. A pity… I wished to see father’s daughter surprise me.”

“Shut up,” Angela crossed her arm.

“Why, yes,” Loki smiled as Hela finally let out a stifled choking sound. Her eyes wide as she found her throat violated by the giant of a cock. Her throat bulging, spit continuously leaking from the corner of her widely spread lips, and her mind simple filled with all her past encounters in an involuntary comparison, and yet, aside from this particular scent and taste, none remained able to arouse such passion from her.

Not even the likes of Malekith.

“But, did I perhaps hit a spot? Maybe the ones that lovely Sera couldn’t even reach?” Loki’s gaze narrowed while Angela’s expression floundered.

“Don’t play me Loki… you’re not as likable as you may think,” Angela exhaled, “Not to me, and given the circumstances, probably not to Nik either.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Loki frowned.

“Guess,” Angela sneered, “You’re, oh so smart, right? Could it be… I pushed some spots this time?” Angela inquired with a grin, a boorish one now in Loki’s eyes but now excited by Loki, Angela gathered her focus on one of the most appreciated members of Nik’s harem aside from Anna and Mary— Jennifer.

“Come, no point in idling about,” Angela looked towards Jennifer who in turn gazed at Morgan. Should she group up with Angela, Morgan would have to bear all the awkwardness herself and even if Jennifer had heard a little about the myths of Morgan Le Fay, none pictured her as a compassionate soul but if there was anything that made the girls immune of Morgan’s tendency then it was Nik’s existence. And the idea of putting such a figure in an awkward position in what seems like an orgy was definitely a bad idea, at least, in Jennifer’s mind.

“Er… we could use your help, too,” Jennifer’s plump dark green lips spread into a stiff smile as she invited Morgan who looked towards her in contemplation and finally nodded.

Although the situation finally changed in Loki’s eyes, it wasn’t something that emerged from her words, and instead, it was herself who was affected by Angela’s words.

But unwilling to sour her mood over encrypted statements spoken by a true Asgardian brute, Odin’s daughter no less, Loki placed her attention on her own literal ‘spawn’ and tugged on her raven dark hair, pulling her up with a resounding gasp blocked by the thick shaft still filling her mouth alongside thick streams of saliva being pushed out by heavy, excited, coughs.

“Hmm? You got a little something here,” Loki snickered as Hela was finally freed from the rod in her mouth, her lips still parted only to find her face tilted towards her creator as she pressed each others’ lips, tongues instantly intertwined.

“Nnngh,” Loki grunted as she flinched slightly by the temperature of Hela’s mouth but soon continued to suck the ‘Nik’ out of Hela’s mouth with renewed vigor. While Hela found her hands still bound to her sides with a mental command, Loki was open to doing as she thought fit and began massaging her breasts. Her skills tantalizing as she groped her breasts tenderly, an astounding difference when compared to how she usually reacted.

“Aw, these babies are so soft,” Loki pulled back with a purr, her eyes enamored by Hela’s pale, and unusually large bunnies fit to be tended by the goddess of mischief herself.

“Fuck, s-slow down!” Janet suddenly shrieked, her body squirming with pleasure as her legs hung loosely on Nik’s shoulder by now, her body supported only with Nik’s hands possessively gripping Janet’s ass, squeezing her perky butt while continuously licking and lapping up her sweet and encouraging nectar. His thirst, the physical one, at least, was truly taken care of by Janet.

Her dark eyes rolled up but she couldn’t gaze and wonder upon the sky of the different realm. Instead, her loosely coiled fingers around Nik’s hair and her bated breathes with which she echoed her sweet moans spoke of another tale. Instead of being captivated by the scenic sky and the shadow of the world tree— Yggdrasil— itself, Janet found her mind captivated by Nik’s fleshy tongue.

His passion hit her right in her spots, at least, the ones which the humane tongue could reach and his firm palms squeezed her buttocks in a manner that made Janet feel wanted more than ever. A trait which Nik seemed to have mastered by now and one of the most enticing aspects of himself. The feeling of need showed in abundance. A feeling that Janet knew that she could never get tired of.

“N-Nik! I’m gonna—” Janet’s head snapped back with a needful expression. Her brows slanted downwards from the thinner ends and the skin between her inner brows folded in the depiction of futile resistance. Her thighs grew stronger for a moment. Enough to squish Nik’s cheek and let his strangely cold tongue warm her up in a manner she had never expected before and right on his icy tongue, she came. Her figure writhing with sweat collecting over her skin.

“Sweet lord… I actually got this on the video,” Poole and Spider had heavy blush over their cheeks as they continued to record and see the orgy unfolding in front of their eyes.

As Janet let Nik please her with his tongue, Loki tending to Hela and even pulling Nik’s tool into play, the remaining three girls were definitely excited by Janet’s performance.

They felt hot themselves. Ordinarily pleased by submission and the need to be disciplined, Morgan found herself more and more enamored by the prospect of two women, both manlier than many male mages in her recollection, handling her with not a woman’s gentle and tender touch but something more primal and rougher.

A task Angela had no problem in pulling off. In fact, she was a natural.

Jennifer finally realized why Angela wore metal bikinis for armor or chainmail supported by the leather tunic. In fact, Angela’s wardrobe was slowly shaping into a more medieval fashion under Nik’s and Anna’s encouragement. So, aside from her wing-ended headgear, Angela tried various outfits, most of them inspired by various video games rather than actual historical outfits. Right now, Angela didn’t take time in slipping out of her clothes. One swipe is all it took for Angela to remove her upper covers and as she roughly grabbed the neck of Morgan’s dress with the clear intention of tearing it away, Jennifer felt a lump stuck in her throat.

“Wait—” Jennifer hastily opened her mouth but happened to be too late in her quest.

Angela gripped one of the many formal dresses in which Morgan donned herself and tore it in half, at least, till Morgan’s waist. True to the sight of the deep cleavage cutout, Morgan did not wear a bra under her fitting dress and as a soft yelp escaped the sorceress’s lips, her breasts bounced out in front of Angela who had a pleased look on her face.

“Yes?” Angela looked towards Jennifer with a look of inquiry.

“… nothing,” Jennifer pursed her lips. She looked the most unformal out of everyone present— wearing skinny leggings that depicted her sculpted thighs and a loose top that did not commit enough justice to her equally sculpted torso.

“Then take off your dress!” Angela smirked, “We shall outperform that little ass,” she glared daggers in Loki’s direction despite having any pupils but her words were clear and Nik finally let go of Janet. The woman’s form instantly grew smaller as Nik set her on the top edge of the throne in her pixie form. The thing to note, however, was the fact that Janet did not decrease her mass on her own accord but it was Nik, indicating to his already increased mastery in Mass manipulation and Body Manipulation.

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A/N: Woah! I have two not-so-perfect reasons for the late update and they come in the form of suggestions.

1) The movie— Love and Monster— played by the same actor as Percy in Percy Jackson. I really enjoyed it and it’s way too different than ordinary apocalypse. Hint: Character Development favors family-like bond over girlfriend.

2) Anyone who doesn’t mind Indian short anthologies, try— Ajeeb Daastaans. It’s twisted in more ways than one, a little horrifying too (Spoiler: Pressure Cooker) and I recommend it for unorthodox storytelling. My first time watching a movie with four different situations and I loved every part of it.

And as usual, if you haven’t watched Falcon and the Winter Soldier then try it, it’s amazing, too. But out of these three, I prefer Ajeeb Daastaans cause it’s indian with subtitles for foreign viewers.