Goddess Collector: Every Hole is a Goal

Title: Petty Orgy

Nik was delighted with the scene presented in front of him. His eyes tracing Loki and Hela making out with Hela's chin smeared and wet due to her previous situation. On the other hand, Angela held Morgan from behind and situated herself right next to Loki and Hela as if competing, no, that was Angela's intention itself.

Jennifer, though slightly shy for some reason, had already knelt down and slightly bent her back to kiss Morgan's hips through her dress with her firm hands slipping into Morgan's dress from down below and hiking the helm of her clothing up, revealing her smooth and curvaceous thighs. On the other hand, Angela had her lips dug into Morgan's back, the redhead's cheek stroked by Morgan while the Sorceress herself strived to match Nik's gaze the moment she felt him looking towards her.

Their gazes met, making a small smile to touch Morgan's cold face as she narrowed her eyes in delight, revealing just how much her body appreciated the need hidden in Nik's eyes to Jennifer through her uncovered entrance growing wetter without any direct stimulation.

On the other hand, Nik diverted his attention to the pair of goddess mother and daughter. Seeing Loki and Hela so engrossed with each other's lips, the mother's hands pinching the daughter's obscenely large nipples while his own cock was covered in spit, revealing Hela's sloppy nature, he couldn't help but feel more excited.

With Janet sated at the moment and still shivering due to the high of her orgasm, Nik was freed from his thirst and his hands were free from Janet's plump butt. While watching the scene unfold in front of him, he eagerly clenched the hilt of his own sword and ran his fingers through its wet surface in appreciation. His movements broke Loki out of her engrossed state and she looked up. Even while kneeling, Hela's body towered over Loki and if the Goddess of Mischief hadn't made sure to stay in front of Hela by this point, she would have been hidden by Hela's physique.

Glancing upwards, past Nik's veiny shaft, Loki met Nik's gaze. Her first instinct was to ruin everybody's mood and instantly set a table of inquiry as to what Hela meant and if Hela was really that appreciated by Nik, and probably in some form of an inner circle, then why wasn't she asked to join such a club, too?

However, years of experience had allowed Loki to control this instinct and suppress her insecurities quite seamlessly. Instead of destroying the mood of the scenario, something she had mastered in the first 30 years of her life, Loki broke the indulging kiss before licking her lips.

"Now, now, your hand has done enough. Let it rest," She smirked and held Nik's hand before pressing her lips against its moistened surface. Taking a deep sniff, Loki let out an audible sigh before she looked up once again, both her hands still holding Nik's, "How did you like my daughter's throat?"

"Refreshing," Nik smirked, "And I might need to feel yours, too. You know, to have a good measure as to what runs in the family."

"Well, that's what any professional would do."

Loki claimed.

"Professional in what exactly?" Nik inquired as he waved at the camera floating in front of him.

"Professional in being a parent, of course!" Loki exclaimed, "I have a son who's foolish and egoistic enough to be tied by magical chains. Another one brooding and what considers to be emo natured with suicidal tendencies, going as far as to bite his own tail. And a masochist who would rather feel his grandfather's butt over his body."

"And... how does that make you a professional?" Nik inquired with a strange gaze. If he actually brought Loki into his harem, is he obliged to bring these three strange stepsons, too?— thought Nik, meanwhile.

"Well, only Hela turned out to be the normal one. And I have learned parenting from the best."

"This doesn't make any sense at all," Nik frowned.

"It doesn't?" Loki inquired with a strange gaze.

"No..."

"I guess it's an Asgardian jest then. I'm sure my mother would have collapsed with laughter."

"And if I was an Asgardian, I would have, too," Nik shrugged while Hela's lips continued to twitch. Torn with the feelings of hilariousness and embarrassment.

"Anyway, it is a given that if you fuck my daughter's mouth, you'll give a go in here, too," Loki purred and parted her lips to swallow Nik's index. Her warm tongue coiled around his nail as she looked up charmingly.

"And I heard you talking about your mother... so the offer does extend to an even higher branch of the family tree, right?" Nik inquired with a smile.

Slowing down, Loki pulled back with the center of her brows folded in displeasure.

"You'd rather focus on someone you haven't met than the both of us here? How unprofessional."

"You got it wrong," Nik smiled, "I'm focusing on you two and someone I haven't met at the same time. But of course, I'll get the pleasure of knowing her soon enough."

"We'll see," Loki let go of Nik's hand to grip his shaft from the center with a pout, "But... how will you tackle Odin?"

"Huh?" Nik tilted his head in confusion, "Why would I? You want to be the queen, right? Figure it out yourself," he smiled gently, "As for now, let your daughter handle the rest."

He glanced towards Hela. He could feel that his natural fluids and scent were working on her, excruciatingly slowly, but definitely working on her. This fact simply proved once again that there was a need to upgrade his bloodline just like his skills and more. The only thing that seemed to keep up with his situation was his collection of treasures and that too, because of his unimaginable luck.

While Skills and abilities he had begun practicing after the exhilaration of entering the grandmaster realm in the concept of ice and water against Hela, Nik didn't want to risk bloodline evolution just yet. For instance, the last evolution caused all three of the ancestors to appear in his spiritual world and effectively curse him once he tried to break out of the bonds of their bloodlines. Though, these curses and seals were in the form of boons, everything was clear by now. And he wasn't completely sure why the same thing didn't happen with Ray. There's also another explanation and it was that Ray experienced communication with Mirage and didn't wish to disclose it.

Both the situations were equally troubling to think of but fortunately, Loki's slightly vindictive pumps were there to break him out of his concerns. Clearly upset, she moved her palms sideways to make Nik's 'gear' wiggle sideways, too.

"You're backing out now?" Loki scoffed.

"Clearly, you are ready to give me a few reasons to stay for your cause... let's start with number 1," Nik smiled.

"Well, I'll start with the first two reasons," Loki narrowed her gaze and stood up while letting go of the erect shaft. Walking behind Hela, Loki bent slightly to set her breasts against the back of Hela's neck while her hands reached down from below the breasts of the queen of the underworld to pump them up.

"Daughter, your mother needs this man in her alliance," Loki whispered, an act which Hela found despicable for many reasons, and Loki's continuation only elongated the said lists, "Show him why he should choose to side with us."

With that, Hela was allowed to use her hands now that Nik knew what Loki was up to. With a reluctant grunt, Hela leaned forward while Loki's hands slithered across her curving breasts before she plunged her fingers into the deep cleavage formed by the slight clenching of Hela's shoulders against her breasts. The sight was purely erotic. Hela's body was naturally larger and Nik gazed with anticipation as his cock slipped into the fleshy cleavage while feeling the back of Loki's fingers still keeping a hold of Hela's breasts.

The soft spots where his tip kissed while the harder texture of Loki's fingers across the sides of his cock made Nik grunt in relief while Hela slowly raised her hand to cover the tip of her breasts and push them against each other, only making the sensation for Nik tighter as Loki pulled back with a smile. More than willing to rub the advantage of her daughter's breasts in Angela's face, Loki called out with a snicker, "Still playing with yourselves? Truly, a pity~!"

While she mocked, her gaze fell on Jennifer's ripe bosom. Her green delights hanging with dark green nipples poking out.

'She's... a threat,' Loki realized that only Jennifer could compete with Hela in terms of sheer curves.

But the one she truly tried to get the attention of, Nik, found himself more interested in things in front of him and they were two pale melons, smooth, and refreshingly cold against his cock as even his tip was only barely visible while Hela finally seemed to be feeling a little hot once again. Her lips were parted and the locks of her hair fell across her forehead. Her eyes barely visible but she matched Nik's gaze and while no sensual chemistry sparked from their duel, Nik did sense a clear expression of need.

Choosing to ignore Loki's bickering with Angela which was instantly extended to Jennifer and Morgan, Nik paid attention to Hela. If the others wished to ignore him, then he wouldn't—

'Someone's feeling salty... maybe Tuhina should have rocked your world before. At least, warmed you up~' Asmodeus grunted seductively and now addressed Pure in the name she is intended to be called.

'Oh, shut it. If anybody's salty, it's you, slimy blob,' Nik scoffed internally while Hela began moving her shoulders slightly. Meanwhile, her palms pressed her breasts even more tightly, making sure that his cock gets a good feel of her skin while the slightest up-down motion meant the proper massage of his entire length. The shaft was already lubed up with Hela's choking and as she continuously moved slightly, her hot and heavy exhalations tickling the barely peeking tip of his, Nik felt himself being pulled towards the metaphorical edge and this time, he wished to willingly leap off the cliff.

Her movements grew sloppier by the second. Her head leaning down with conflicting emotions to take a kiss or bite the head off for the utmost disrespect she had been shown but fortunately, Nik's control over her made the choices simpler.

To either kiss the tip.

Or else suck on it.

Hela lowered her back, her breasts, meanwhile, packed against Nik's thighs as more of his shaft was freed from the top and Hela chose the most comforting of the two options.

Both.

With a seductive kiss on the twitching tip ready to burst its seed, Hela lowered her mouth and wrapped Nik's shaft tightly while tugging her breasts through her nipples. Her moans muffled by Nik's exposed length but feeling the built-up frustration, Hela readies herself and as Nik grunted, introducing thick jets of cold juices against her mouth and tongue, Hela was simply surprised by the quantity and the...

'This tastes better than a vial of spirit honey!'

Hela's gaze widened as she felt Nik's hand reaching out to grip to the back of her head. And then it did. Her face locked in position as she struggled to look up but when she matched his gaze, Hela fell stunned because Nik didn't seem to be stopping just yet. His tool was still as erect as ever and she realized that the new ruler's entertainment was far from being over just yet.

---

As Nik's situation grew more randy, a lone pegasus fluttered its thick, feathered wings through the sky of Niffleheim.

It was strange, Brunnhilde thought while she rode her flying steed. Her gaze locked in Helheim's direction as she continued to feel a sense of dread.

'It feels like a curse... or something cursed inside Helheim. Is this what his highness meant? Should I let go of this? Or...'

Her golden braids flipped about due to the Pegasus's speed.

'But the situation seemed to have changed the moment I left for Asgard... I could request Heimdall's assistance but... no, that would be going against Odin's orders. But what about—' Before Brunnhilde could formulate a few plans to measure the changes and the cause of the disgusting energy signature within Helheim, her brows furrowed as a dark green blaze erupted right below the area where she was going to cross.

From the blaze walked out Leah, Hela's handmaid.

Sweeping down without any delay, Brunnhilde made her Pegasus land near Leah.

"The Queen has declared that none living shall enter her domain until she wishes so. You have been relieved of your responsibilities."

Although Leah looked like a teenage girl, Brunnhilde gave no face. In her long career of guiding souls, Brunnhilde had known that Leah was older even than herself.

"You mean the responsibilities bestowed by the All-Father?"

"No, I mean the sense of responsibility you feel whenever you return with a soul," Leah snapped back, truly not willing to engage in a verbal battle, not when her queen was entertaining another man and she herself was enslaved due to sharing her soul with her master.

"Take that back," Brunnhilde raised her hand and gripped the hilt of her longsword belted on her back.

"You shall be attacked the moment you enter Helheim without her highness's permission," Leah snorted before disappearing in another blast of green flames.

Grunting, Brunnhilde instantly jumped on her ride and softly kicked her hell against the saddle, "Quick!"