The Otherworldly Mercenary

Seph carried Hela through the room with purpose, their breaths mingling, her soft moans vibrating against his mouth as the intensity between them reached a fever pitch.

Once inside his bedroom, he laid her down gently, his movements tender despite the burning desire consuming him. Her body sank into the plush bed, her hair spilling around her like a dark halo, her chest rising and falling in anticipation.

Without hesitation, Seph climbed over her, their lips reconnecting in a fiery embrace. His weight pressed her into the mattress, his hands exploring her body with an intoxicating blend of reverence and need.

His touch was deliberate, worshiping every inch of her. His fingers grazed the smooth expanse of her thighs, traveled the curve of her waist, and lingered on the generous swell of her breasts, his palms molding to their softness.

Each caress drew a reaction from her—soft sighs, gentle mewls, and whispered gasps that became a symphony of desire echoing in the quiet room.

Seph's hands moved boldly to her dress, his fingers deftly searching for the means to free her from its confines. The material clung stubbornly to her, especially across her chest, where her ample breasts strained against the fabric, refusing to yield without a fight. He chuckled lowly, the sound rich with playful determination, as he tugged and teased the gown, savoring the anticipation that came with every moment of resistance.

Hela, watching him with half-lidded eyes and a sultry smile, arched her back slightly, her movements a silent invitation. Her hands reached for his, guiding him as he worked to release her from the confines of the dress.

His eyes darkened as the gown slid away bit by bit, revealing more of her creamy, flawless skin. The tantalizing sight of her figure—a perfect blend of softness and strength—left him breathless.

"You're… exquisite," He murmured, his voice rough with admiration and desire. His gaze roamed her body, lingering on the swell of her chest, the curve of her hips, and the enticing expanse of skin that seemed to beckon his touch. 

Hela let out a soft, teasing laugh, her voice carrying a sultry edge. "Are you just going to stare, Seph?"

She purred, her fingers brushing against his jaw, urging him closer. "Or will you show me what all that desire feels like?"

The challenge in her words was impossible to resist. Seph leaned down, capturing her lips again in a kiss that was both tender and demanding, his hands now free to explore her liberated curves.

The softness of her body beneath his touch, combined with the way her breath hitched with every caress, was intoxicating.

The pulsating ache in his cock grew more and more intense, fueling his eagerness to remove the barrier.

His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses that made her shiver and moan, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support.

As her dress finally slipped away completely, the sight of her fully revealed left him momentarily stunned. Her figure was a masterpiece, every curve and contour inviting his touch.

With reverence, Seph lowered himself to her, their bodies fitting together perfectly as their passion spiraled into something neither of them could hold back any longer. 

As the last barrier fell away, her ample chest was finally freed, her generous breasts spilling forth with a mesmerizing bounce that seemed to echo a comical boing—like something straight out of an exaggerated anime scene.

Yet, in the intimate dimness of the room, the sight was anything but comedic.

It was breathtaking.

Seph found himself frozen, his gaze fixated on the stunning vision before him. Her enormous, perfectly rounded breasts seemed to defy gravity, their soft fullness practically calling out to him. The pale, smooth skin glowed in the soft light, and her rosy peaks stood out, hardened by the cool air and the building tension between them.

Damn... She's almost twice the size of Virginia, He thought, barely managing to form a coherent thought. Do all Goddesses have such insanely massive boobs? Or is this just Hela being unfairly divine?

The temptation was too much.

Leaning in, Seph pressed his lips against the silky skin of her breast, savoring the softness beneath him. His tongue flicked against the sensitive peak, drawing a sharp gasp from her as his mouth closed around it, sucking with growing intensity.

Simultaneously, his hand ventured to her other breast, kneading it with a mix of reverence and hunger. His fingers sank into the pliant flesh, relishing its perfect balance of softness and resilience. He alternated between gentle squeezes and firmer, more deliberate motions, evoking a series of soft, breathy moans from her lips.

"Mmm... Seph," She murmured, her voice low and husky, a symphony of pleasure that only spurred him on. Her head tilted back, and her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as he lavished attention on her.

He felt his own arousal pressing against the confines of his pants, his cock throbbing with need. The heat of his desire was almost unbearable, and the restriction of his clothing only added to the tension.

His hardness strained against the fabric, so pronounced that it was impossible for either of them to ignore.

Hela, too, was acutely aware of it. As her hips shifted slightly, her body brushing against his, she felt the firm, unyielding presence beneath his pants pressing insistently against her thigh. Her emerald eyes flicked down, catching sight of the bulge that threatened to tear through the material. The sight alone made her stomach tighten with anticipation, her own body responding to the unspoken promise of what lay hidden.

Seph caught her gaze, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

"Curious?" He asked, his voice low, almost a purr. He reached for her hand, guiding it toward him with an ease that suggested complete confidence.

Before she could form a response, her fingers brushed against him, and her breath hitched. Even through the fabric, the sheer size and thickness of him were startling. Her eyes widened as she instinctively explored further, her palm pressing gently against the hard, throbbing length beneath the barrier of his pants.

"Seph," She whispered, her voice a mixture of shock and intrigue. Her hand moved tentatively, tracing the impressive outline. "It's... it's so... big."

He chuckled softly, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "You've barely touched it, Hela. The real surprise is yet to come."

Her cheeks flushed, a rare vulnerability flashing across her usually composed face. But that vulnerability quickly gave way to curiosity—and desire. She wrapped her fingers more confidently around him, testing his reaction, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric.

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