A moment with Hela

[Next Morning]

Aron stirred, his limbs heavy with sleep, warmth wrapped around his muscles like a well-worn blanket. For the first time in what felt like years, he hadn't dreamt of war, blood, or cosmic nonsense. Just… silence. Stillness. Peace.

He stretched out lazily, one arm draping over the other side of the bed.

Soft. Warm. Woman!

His hand had landed on something smooth. Warm. Curved.

He smiled, half-asleep. Jean? Kitty? One of the girls had probably slipped in while he was out cold. Wouldn't be the first time.

Totally cool, in his opinion.

Aron wasn't about to turn down some early morning affection from his girlfriend. So, he did it. Without opening his eyes, he shifted toward her and hugged her, pushing his face near her neck.

His body stiffened before his mind did.

No.

No, that wasn't floral or sweet or even vaguely friendly.

This was the same perfume Hela wore.

His eyes snapped open.

And promptly widened.

There she was.

Hela, Goddess of Death, Destroyer of Legacies, Burner of Empires…

…naked, lying on her stomach beside him like it was the most normal thing in the Nine Realms.

Her long black hair spilled over the pillow like liquid shadow, trailing down the exposed, pale expanse of her back. Her skin shimmered faintly in the morning light, flawless, unmarred, except for a delicate mark near her right shoulder blade that looked suspiciously like the ancient rune for conqueror.

Aron didn't move.

Didn't breathe.

She was breathtaking. A goddess in every sense of the word, but also... soft. Vulnerable. Beautiful. The kind of woman who'd cut your throat, kiss the wound, and blame you for bleeding on her sheets.

Aron was also aware that his hands were currently full of her ass and he had no idea how to process that information.

"Hey, uh, Hela?" he whispered. "Are you awake?"

The goddess stirred.

"Five more minutes," she muttered.

"How about now?"

"Six."

"What about now?"

"Seven."

"And now?"

"Nine and a half."

Aron stared.

"If you don't turn around and talk to me right now, then I'll do something..." He thought very hard for a moment. "…drastic."

"Mmm..." Her eyes remained closed, but a smile curled at her lips. "Like what?"

"Like licking you up before making love to you on this bed."

'YES!' Hela's brain shouted. 'Lick me all you want, but you must cum in me.'

Hela opened her eyes and raised her head to look at him.

Aron, meanwhile, was trying very hard not to stare at the curve of her ass or the way her thighs looked like they were made to be kissed.

He cleared his throat. "Do you... want to explain why you're naked in my bed?"

"I'm your slave, and it's my duty to warm my master's bed," She smiled. A real, genuine, nice smile. Not the murderous grin. "So, feel free to use me as a slave should be used."

'What the hell?! Fuck yeah! Wait a sec... She just wants to get pregnant, huh? Should I just knock her up?' Aron grabbed her butt cheek and squeezed it, "So, I'm free to do as I please with you?"

"Yes. Please."

"I should warn you that I have a super sex drive in the morning. So, I could be rough."

"Go ahead," she turned her head to face him. "Use me as your cock sleeve, Aron."

"You're really okay with being treated like a sex doll?"

"As long as it's you and you cum inside me, then yes."

"Wait a minute," Aron said, sitting up properly and narrowing his eyes. "You just want to get knocked up, aren't you? You still haven't given up on that..."

"Tsk." Hela clicked her tongue as she sat up. She didn't even cared to hide her boobs and just looked into Aron's eyes. "You read my mind?"

"No. But you are really easy to read."

Hela sighed, "Why don't you look at me like you look at those girls? Am I that ugly? Or is there something else?"

"Ugly? Hahahaha..." Aron laughed dryly. "No. You're gorgeous. But it's your little plan of conquering the universe and giving birth to a super baby who would rule the Nine Realms, and beyond that, has been bugging me. I can't get over it. You just want to use me as a sperm donor..."

Hela smiled. "Yes and no. I still think you're going to be a great king. We could rule the universe together, you and me."

Aron groaned in frustration, "See? That's what I don't get about you. I keep telling you to forget about that ruling and conquering shits and live for yourself... Free of what Odin made you. Yet, here you are, talking about how great I'd be as a king and stuff. Come on! Hela... I just want you to be happy..."

Hela laughed, "You're so silly. Why do you care so much about my happiness?"

"Because I think I started caring about you. When? I don't know," Aron confessed. "I didn't mean to, but I did, and now I want you to be happy, just like I want Kitty to be happy or Jean to be happy. That's why, if we are going to do this, then I want you to live with me forever... Here or anywhere without ruling or war. Just peace. So, let me ask again, will you become mine?"

"And let you treat me like a slave?" Hela asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really. I mean, it's fun to roleplay master and slave during sex, but that's not the real deal. I want a relationship. Something meaningful. I want you, all of you, and I want you to want me."

Hela's eyes widened for a moment. "Like love?" She whispered.

"Like love," Aron nodded. "But I won't lie. I can't tell if I am falling in love with you, or if I already am. I've been in multiple relationships before. So, it's not something new. But you are different. Like in a good way, you know? So, I'm willing to give it a shot if you are."

'Falling in love with me?' Hela stared at him, her heart pounding like a drum. "I thought you weren't interested in me."

"I never said that. It was your way of thinking that made you assume I wasn't interested in you."

Hela narrowed her eyes, "Then why didn't you say something sooner?"

Aron laughed. "I tried. A lot. You didn't listen, and when you finally listened, you went off with that stupid baby thing. And don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't want kids. But as I said before, peace... not war."

"So, you do want a kid?"

"One day, but not right now."

Hela nodded, "Fine."

Aron raised an eyebrow. "Fine?"

"Yeah, fine," She repeated.

"What does that mean exactly?"

Hela rolled her eyes. "It means fine."

"Oh, okay." Aron nodded, trying to figure out what she meant. Then he snapped his fingers, "Wait, you mean you agree to stop having war and shit?"

Hela rolled her eyes again and said in a deadpan voice, "Yes. I agree to stop having war and shit."

"You sure? That was easy. Not complaining though," Aron said. "I just didn't expect you to agree so easily."

"It won't be easy, so next time I say something about war and conquering, just ignore me or spank me just like you spank Jubilee and Kitty when they misbehave."

"Oh... Okay," Aron said slowly. "Spanking it is. So, get on your fours."

"Huh?! What?" Hela's left eye twitched.

"I'm gonna punish you for talking about war and trying to use me as a sperm donor," Aron said with a sly grin. "Come on. Now, don't make me spank you twice. Get on your fours."

Hela's lips curled upwards into a mischievous smile as she got on all fours, looking over her shoulder at him, "Well, aren't you eager to punish your slave?"

"It's the law," He said, shifting closer to her and positioning his hips behind her.

'HOLY SHIT!' His eyes were on Hela's holy grail. That tight pussy and asshole... No man could resist the urge to ravage them.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" Hela teased. "Come on, my king. Punish your slave."

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