To Rule(Hela)

For the first time in a long time, Spider-Man allowed himself to be more freerer than ever before. Being the King of the Asgardian Afterlife had its perks. As for how, Peter Parker ascended to that particular position, long story. It had to do with being in Hela's debt and being drafted into being her lover. Over time, Peter charmed his lovely wife.

He stood at the edge of the realm, another world effecting disaster averted. Despite the Spider-Man's ascension, the web slinger's joy peaked whenever he had a chance to save the entire world. The gaze of Hela did however thrill Peter just as much.

Especially, when Hela sized up Spider-Man like he was a particularly delicious piece of meat. She beckoned Spider-Man over towards her and allowed Spider-Man to get a look at his goddess. The robe she wore, green in color, left just enough to the imagination to tease Spider-Man. Spider-Man looked forward to unwrapping this present.

"And now we celebrate," Hela said. "Your mask...my king."

Spider-Man removed the mask. Hela would get the honor of removing the rest of his clothing. She placed a hand gently on Spider-Man's abs and started to stroke them. The second Hela's hand dipped down, she found a part of Spider-Man she really liked.

"Not yet," Hela said.

"Once a tease, always a tease," Spider-Man said.

"Because, you know you enjoy it," Hela told him with glee dancing in her voice.

Hela pulled Spider-Man into an embrace. It just felt right for their bodies to enter this deep embrace. Hela traced down Spider-Man's body, each inch of it more tantalizing then the previous in. Hela pulled Spider-Man in completely, to her.

Then they kissed, and Spider-Man's tongue passed through Hela's lips. The softness of Hela's nice lips, pressed down onto his, made the web slinger groan and thrash. Hela knew precisely how to hit all of these buttons. It was so wonderful, to feel her.

As much as Hela wished to tear Spider-Man's clothes off, she must ease into it. Hela rubbed Spider-Man's bicep and squeezed it, a hunger dancing in Hela's eyes.

Sensual fire erupted through their bodies the second the kiss deepened. Hela knew what she wanted and the scorching sensation deep in her loins did not fade. She brushed up against Spider-Man and kissed him so hard that it was almost blinding, almost scorching.

Hela undid Spider-Man's pants and sank down to worship her king. The object of Hela's affection came out, and she stroked the organ.

"You always look good enough to taste," Hela said.

"Why don't you get to work, my Queen?" Peter asked.

Hela obliged her husband by sliding her warm lips down onto his organ. The swell of it going down her throat made Hela just smile. Peter put a hand on the back of Hela's head and tugged it it, lightly pushing down her throat with hunger, her mouth sealing around Peter.

Oh, Peter could get used to having Hela's perfect mouth around him. Or rather, he did get used to it. The goddess took Peter in deep. Spider-Man brushed his hands through Hela's dark hair to encourage the web slinger to go down deeper.

The loud slurps showed just how much Hela craved him .Another loud pop echoed with Hela working him completely over. Hela pressed fingers against Spider-Man's balls and stroked them, stroked them hard. The warmth continued to escalate with Hela going all the way down on Spider-Man's manhood.

Her talented hands whirled around the area of Spider-Man's throbbing balls. Hela milked them, the delicious hanging sacs filled with the object which Hela craved most of all.

"You're just amazing," Spider-Man groaned.

Those soft fingers and equally succulent mouth worked their magic on Spider-Man. She slowed down, wanting to savor the taste, and allow Spider-Man to savor the sensation.

For a second, Hela switched up plays. She grasped the end of Spider-Man's manhood and stroked all the way down. A hot pump erupted through Spider-Man's loins, but it was not time for him to explode, not yet. Hela milked this one for as long as she could.

Hele stroked Spider-Man's long length. Her talented hand worked. Hela leaned in between Spider-Man's legs and licked his balls. Her naughty eyes locked onto Spider-Man, knowing precisely what the young man wanted. Every now and then, Hela fingered his ass, just briefly and Spider-Man leaped into her mouth.

"Oh, you will be mine," Hela said. "Or your seed will be."

The combination of hand and mouth on Spider-Man sent him closer to the edge and closer to spurting. There's no question about it in Spider-Man's mind. The eruption in his loins draws in closer. Hela leans in, jerking him off with one hand and pumping his balls with the other.

It turns into too much for Spider-Man to bear. A flare of lust spreads through Peter's chest and spreads down though his loins until the minute where he pastes Hela's face with an endless explosion of seed.

Cum soaked Hela's face with the explosion. Hela's cum glazed face looked to be a dish. She made sure every last drop sprayed onto it, some of it dribbling onto her clothes.

"Well, you made a mess of things, didn't you?" Hela asked. "I wonder what we're going to do?"

Slowly, Hela undid the slash of her robe. The woman's deep cleavage revealed for Spider-Man's enjoyment and Hela smiled when her man throbbed to life. Hela knew precisely all of the ways to push these delightful buttons. She stripped down, dropping the robe down to the ground off of her shoulders, breaking out into a smile.

The beautiful woman stripped off her clothes and left Spider-Man stunned. The twitching feeling emitting through his cock made Hela just break into a soft smile. She leaned in and squeezed Spider-Man's engorged package a couple of times, feeling the pleasure building up.

Hela and Peter disappeared and ended up in a very nice bedroom. The soft sheets made Hela sigh as she climbed onto them. She motioned for Peter to climb onto her and he did.

A long round of kissing worshipped every single last inch of Hela's delightful body. Peter leaned in, sucking Hela's neck, teasing her breasts, and attacking Hela's trim stomach with everything he could. The only hair on her perfect body, other than the head, was a small black strip between her legs. The hair glistened with arousal.

Briefly, but aggressively, Peter dove into Hela's snatch and ate her up. His goddess Queen cried when Peter got her off repeatedly. Two times, three times, until Peter came up.

"I'm all yours, my love," Hela said to him.

Peter climbed between Hela's legs. The minute Peter met this slit, there was no question about it. He would have to drive down into Hela. The manhood danced inches away from her warm pussy lips and Hela just groaned.

"Fuck me," Hela moaned towards him.

"Yes, we are," Peter said.

King and Queen combined together with heat building through their bodies. The warmth of their groins pressing together and Peter rocking back and forth into Hela was a hell of an experience. Repeatedly, Peter plunged into Hela's body.

All of the love, all of the love, Hela felt it all. She tightened around Peter, and groaned the second his throbbing hard manhood pressed into her, going so deep, and so fast. Hela rose up, hips crashing up against the web slingers. Oh, this felt extremely good, and Hela could hardly hold herself back.

"Keep it up," Hela cooed.

Hela tightened her legs around the strong waist of her man. Spider-Man leaned in from this. She chose well, and every time Spider-Man touched Hela, he reminded her of this. Just how well that she had been chosen. Back and forth Spider-Man goes, with each tantalizing touch rilig up her body.

"OOOOH YES!" Hela yelled.

"I know you like this," Spider-Man told her.

Strong strokes of her breasts made Hela explode all over. Spider-Man pinched and milked away at Hela's nipples. They had always been so sensitive, but now Hela gushed because of Spider-Man's constant attack on them. She moaned even harder, the faster he drilled her.

The tightening of her pussy around his inflamed organ made Hela thank anyone who would listen for this glorious gift. The very instant Peter's swollen balls slap down, she almost loses the plot. And loses her mind thanks to this big, engorged, pulsing cock.

Hela's tightening walls grabbed Peter and released him several times. The orgasm did not drain Hela. It empowered her.

After the orgasm, Hela flipped Spider-Man over onto his back. Hela pulled away from Spider-Man and leaned down, worshipping his body with her own. She removed what little clothes Spider-Man had on, leavnig Peter completely bare.

Every single glorious action of his Queen made Spider-Man rock hard. Hela's warm pussy came away from him. Scortching, almost lighting a fire into the web slinging warrior. A fire which could be only put out with something extremely warm and extremely wet.

"Am I spoiling you, my King?" Hela asked. "Because, you haven't felt anything yet, have you?"

"No," Spider-Man groaned.

"Good, my King, "Hela said. "But, I know you want my pussy. So here it is!"

Hela mounted his swollen tip, rubbing up against the engorged spider with a wicked smile etched on her face. Twelve inches, deep inside of her, with no problem whatsoever. The goddess bounced higher, with those breasts swaying.

Hunger, hunger and excitement danced in Hela's eyes as the ride kicked up into high gear. Peter's body reacted very nicely to hers. Hela reacted to him just as much.

Hela's tightening inner muscles threatened to milk Spider-Man completely and utterly. Not that it would be the worst thing in the world. Hela came down to him and Spider-Man grasped onto her.

That skin was so soft, and so nice, Spider-Man could indulge himself. He leaned on in and sucked Hela's nipples which made her moan softly in Spider-Man's ear. Another tightening of her insides showed just how good of a job Hela was to doing so.

Spider-Man worshipped his goddess's descended body. She rose up again and mounted him even more greatly. Spider-Man's eyes traced over Hela's body, imaging his hands taking the same trajectory. That pale and beautiful body dripping with set made Spider-Man throb even more.

The tightening around Spider-Man's pole threatened to squeeze ever single last drop out of him. Spider-Man held back, groaning and grabbing Hela's ass and pushing her down.

"After you."

Hela did not necessary mind, the need to cum with her husband's meat pole deep inside of her, overwhelming and very overpowering. She closed and opened around Peter and released him.

The minute Hela reached her peak, Spider-Man groaned as muscles tightened. No question about it, he was going to do it.

"You shouldn't hold back on your Queen," Hela said with another milking queeze.

The two came together, electricity spreading through their bodies. Hela pumped all of Spider-Man's batter into her womb. She smiled with each rise and each fall milking every last drop form Spider-Man.

They basked in the afterglow of a shared orgasm. Hela detached Spider-Man's groin from hers and laid down onto him body. A whiff of Spider-Man's musk and Hela broke out into a soft smile, kissing his neck lightly and stroking his abs and chest. Oh, Hela could mold this body underneath her fingers for days on end and not be the slightest bit board by it.

Hela leaned down and kissed Spider-Man's neck. The twitching web slinger made Hela break out into a grander smile. The deeper her lips pressed, the more excitement spread through her body.

After worshipping Spider-Man for a long time, Hela crawled to the end. Her juicy ass beckoned towards Spider-Man. And he hardened even more at Hela's swaying retreat.

The vision of beauty on her knees spurred Spider-Man into action. Despite the blood rushing completely from his head, Spider-Man leaned in and grabbed Hela's cheeks, squeezing them.

"Oh, my love, you're so full of surprises today, aren't you?" Hela asked.

"Always looking to keep you on your toes," Peter said.

That warm mouth and tongue between her cheeks caused Hela's nails to dig into the bed from Peter's expert attack on her ass.

Spider-Man tasted the sweetness of Hela's rear passage. It was nothing like he would expect, but then again, as a goddess, every part of them tasted divine. Spider-Man's manhood throbbed, longing to be inside of Hela.

"It's wet enough," Hela said. "You know what you want to do. And I know that I want as well."

The minute her wet asshole opened up, Spider-Man slid into position. His brain might as well have gone completely down south, as Spider-Man's erection did all of the thinking. And the thought it would go deep into Hela's puckered back passage was the clearest and most concise thing he could think of.

The minute Spider-Man pushed into her ass, he had to hold onto Hela's waist to keep him from slipping down into nothingness.

Never in Peter's wildest dreams could be ever envision himself doing something like this with Hela. Yet, here he was, burying deep inside of her, rocking Hela's body.

The softness of Hela's firm cheeks made Spider-Man groan. They squeezed him, and Spider-Man did not know how long he could last.

The web warrior understood one thing. He would make every last second of this glorious ass count. Spider-Man pushed into Hela, his fingers dancing against her pussy. The friction of Spider-Man's sliding fingers did Hela in completely.

Hela squirted juices all over the invading fingers of her lover. Oh, Hela had been beyond words.

"Damn, you must really like anal," Spider-Man said.

"We're learning new things about ourselves today, aren't we?" Hela asked. "Never thought a cock in my ass would feel this good...and if you said that you would be so bold a year ago….I would think that you were just trying to play yourself up."

But, truly, Peter managed to fill her astonishment just as well as he filled Hela's tightening back hole with his cock. Hela squeezed Spider-Man hard.

"Can't hold on much longer," Spider-Man said.

Spider-Man topped Hela off with another finger banging session and orgasm and not a moment too soon.

The tightening made it certain that Spider-Man would burst. And he did, splashing his cum into Hela's inviting and clenching ass. With Spider- Man enjoying all the time spent with his Queen's luscious body.

"Thank you, my King."

The hot pale skinned woman being left with a very large anal creampie caused Spider-Man to break out into a smile. He left his mark on Hela. And given Hela tasted the cum trickling from her own ass, the goddess thought so as well.

Hela pulled Peter into her, and leaned in to give her king all of the love. Pillowy breasts pressed against a muscular chest, which led to more electricity and warmth than before.

It was good to be King.

End.