Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal - Chapter 808: 796

Title: Humor

Hela’s most recent defeat had not been a physical one but an emotional and mental one. Nik dangled an opportunity right in front of her. She was the one who thought of him as short-sighted all the while not knowing that at this point, even Nik’s base actions were derived to provide him pleasure and gain control of any variable possible.

This need for control stemmed from his rising mastery of the vague and ambitious concept of wisdom, The concept of wisdom did not mean that a person will grow immune in making decisions. After all, the result of decisions is not only affected by the said settlements but also many other factors that even include an even more obscure concept of luck. How could decisions based on facts control Luck?

But Nik had grown to enjoy using tamer means in gaining control and Hela was one such subject. Sure, she was enslaved completely and she even has a chance of entering the ranks of the harem, no… she doesn’t just have a chance, it was simply a matter of when. Still, Nik found it strangely pleasurable to dominate a partner on such a deeper level.

Always ready for S&M plays, where his girls usually demanded to take the more dominant roles due to how often Nik took initiative in their private time, he had never given up leather belts for a psychological play. After all, the emotional pain was one of the things that usually ruins a good kinky Friday night of bondage. But in Hela’s case, it worked remarkably well.

Not only that, Hel seemed like a place that accommodated sex dungeons well. Too well, in fact.

“Yeah, it’s a surety that we’ll be going to Heven tomorrow,” Nik smiled and explained to a dark-skinned woman with a pair of violet eyes.

Hearing this piece of news, Sera took a deep breath.

“Heven, huh… what did… Angela think about it?” Sera inquired while sneaking a glance towards the door of Nik’s room. Sera knew perfectly well how Nik entertained himself and his close ones but the thought of Angela being with someone else, a man no less, made Sera slightly awkward. It was the natural process of meeting with your ex. You either feel awkward or you hook up. Of course, these two results were based on how well did the break-up was concluded and how well the other party took the news.

In Nik’s case… he would have a hard time with Mj if not for his natural affinity with pleasing women.

“Yeah. It’s been days in Hel and surprisingly, I’ve achieved whatever I could here and… honestly, this place is pretty boring. Well, those with a boner for torture will get kicks in here but I’m not that into torture.”

Nik smiled and once Sera left, he opened the door to his room, now fashioned into a dungeon. It was pretty easy, in fact.

Nik’s bedroom no longer had any bed or warm lamps to make the area look more welcoming and comfortable. Instead, wooden apparatuses were set within the room with lower edges of the room shimmering in a glimmering green blaze that made the dungeon look goth-like. Simple design and yet the mystic elements made the room quite tasteful.

“You know, I have always been fascinated by wooden horses,” Loki held her chin in her thumb and curled index. Unlike her usual more dignified attire, the goddess of mischief decided to dress up. She still wore a golden headgear but this time, the horns on the headgear were small and sharp instead of their long curving version.

Her gaze traced Hela’s seductive body, completely exposed and placed over a wooden structure shaped like a horse with the back of it layered with a strip of small mounds of rubber and the strip continuously moved around with Leah rotating the instrument that made the rubber strip move in the first place.

“Hmm? What is it? Love the new crown, by the way,” Nik smiled as he let his gaze linger over Loki’s back. He didn’t see the headgear with his eyes but her back, he did see, and he was extremely pleased with her new look. Short black hair, till her neck with raven locks stranded in a wild manner, her lean physique covered by a green, leather-like swimsuit but it wasn’t leather. Nik made this little number, after all. A spirit garment in the form of a one-piece swimsuit a size smaller which made the lower cut of the dress curve above Loki’s plump buttocks.

Her bottoms bare, Loki clearly felt the soft fabric digging against her lower lips meanwhile the back cut was deep. Deep enough to expose the crack of her butt which made the swimsuit look like a sling bikini from the back but the real magic was in the front.

Turning around, Loki finally gave the full look of the dress. If her back sang of tales belonging to a seductress with thighs and ass that could ruin kingdoms, then her front was covered. The neck of the swimsuit around Loki’s collarbone and a small sphere cut-out to give the tiniest hint of a healthy and fair cleavage packed beneath the swimsuit. Finally, Nik looked at Loki’s sharp features.

An amused smile on her face as she replied, “Why waste time with wooden horses when you can find a real one, and a horny one at that. Don’t get me wrong, for all the animated entertainment in the mortal world, a body like ours cannot accommodate a horse’s dick without adverse effects for weeks, and boy, lasting damage. I tried it, and then, just turned into a mare.”

Nik smiled.

“And these babies?” Loki touched the horns on top of her head while tilting her head sideways. “Yeah, I thought so, too. What about my hairstyle?” She twirled around, her buttcheeks thrumming with every single strut of hers as Nik glanced down often.

“I think you’re copying Janet. You two did hit it off,” Nik looked past Loki and gazed at Hela. Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were locked into greaves fit into the side of the wooden horse. Her hair disheveled and her vulva spread apart by the rubber strip filled with bumps and her eyes blindfolded and lips sealed by another ballgag.

“You’re comparing that pixie’s pixie cut to mine?” Loki twirled one loose strand that easily reached near her chin.

“I may be wrong. But you never told me that you tried to fit a horse in this hot body of yours. We could have tried so many things by now,” Nik pursed his lips as Pickle changed into a pair of black trousers while leaving his torse bare.

“You want to hear the full tale? I assure you that mortal myths have gotten 90% of it wrong.”

Tiptoeing forward, even her feet bare, Loki brought her lips close to Nik’s ear and breathed hotly while her arms hooked around Nik’s shoulders, “I did slam a divine horse but in the end, with a bit of sorcery, I pounded the horse turned into a mare and impregnated her with a son of mine.”

“Well,” Nik traced Loki’s cheek with his index, “You’re fortunate that you’ll finally enjoy the miracle of impregnation and birth. Just say it and I’ll fill you up real nice and hot.”

“Ehm, you’re making the little one uncomfortable,” a rude cough broke Nik and Loki out of their fantasies but Loki didn’t retreat before planting a suggestive peck on Nik’s cheek and a whisper, “You can try, but this body will only raise Princes and Princesses.”

“Just say the number. We can have a divine football team,” Nik smirked.

“Who are you calling— Little One?” A growl refuted and Nik looked at the blushing Leah gritting her jaws.

“Oh, come on, it’s all a joke,” Nik smiled and looked towards Angela who stood in the corner of the room while wearing a rather skimpy outfit. She didn’t wear her winged headgear, letting her ginger locks loose while red, star-shaped stickers covered her perky toppings and a fitting, golden-colored hotpants that dug into her ass cheeks attracted Nik’s attention due to the constant shimmer.

“What I don’t understand, on the other hand, is why do we need to dress up? We will remove these clothes in the end. Either Nik will tear them or I will.”

“Out of all the shows you’ve watched alone and with Anna… do you have any character to your liking?” Nik inquired while pulling Loki into an embrace, making the goddess yelp in surprise.

“Well… there is one character… he, well, no, it is a monster. The monster is called Henry Otterman and he has strange tentacles for his face and his body is made up of a giant mouth…” As Angela became more descriptive, Leah slowed down in spinning the rubber hell on Hela, causing her groans to dwindle while Loki and Nik heard with slightly strange expressions, their lips parted in shock.

“I was going to suggest that you should try dressing as your favorite character but I cannot do that now. Not in good conscience, at least,” Nik muttered.

“It was a joke. My favorite character is a battle priestess from one of the games Anna plays. She calls herself a priestess but wears an extremely short habit,” Angela crossed her arms, propping her lovely breasts up.

“Huh?” Loki exclaimed with an even further confused expression.

“Amazing…” Nik whispered.

“She has humor…” Loki added.

“I’ll kill you both!” Angela growled.

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*Fssshh*

A strange portal, spherical in shape and tinted with violet foggy perimeters opened up and expelled three figures. A woman, a man, and a horse.

Brunnhilde hurriedly jumped up and entered a stance, ready to attack the strange being who she had helped escape from Hel. Her eyes lingered over his ragged form, naked. Shriveled body with lungs and bones peeking out while a dirty cloth wrapped around his eyes. His lips were dry and he lay on the verdant grassland completely curled up.

“W- warrior…” the figure spoke in wheezing whispers, his skin dry and tanned, like a bark of a tree, “help… me…”

‘I think I can become a great actor. Even an improv artist,’ meanwhile, the shady figure chuckled inwardly, ‘Now, one of me is in Asgard, laying the bricks and the other one’s gonna have a chat with Heven’s queen. God… I love queens. Even more when they have kings. Gives a whole new meaning to conquests.’