Mother of Valkyries.

After her defeat at the hands of the Valkyries, Hela, Goddess of Death is placed in their custody and used as a mindless broodmare to replenish their ranks.

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A cheer rang out in the halls of Valhalla, it was nothing new, toasts and songs were near constant in the ancient feasting chambers of the dead. There would only be one day when the immense complex was silent, the day of Ragnarök, when the world would end, the gods would die, and creation itself would be reborn.

It was not a cheerful thought, and understandably the gods of Asgard weren’t too keen on it all. Odin raged against his fate daily, fought tooth and nail to stop its progress. He tried to turn Loki, who would lead the armies of the damned into battle, into a son, loyal to him. He failed. He tried to slay the Midgard serpent, which was destined to be the death of his favourite son Thor. He lost an eye to it. He chained the beast Fenrir, which would crush Odin himself in his jaws when at last the black day came. And yet Fenrir grew in power daily, his hunger only becoming more and more savage even in his bonds.

Odin raged. Thor ignored the threat. Loki schemed. Valkyrie drank.

She sighed as her bottle ran dry and tossed it over her shoulder, it hit a fallen warrior in the head and sparked a brawl a few tables back from her. It was a quiet day. No battles to see, no glorious dead to bring up to the hall to feast and drink and fight and fuck their afterlives away. All there was to do was just that though, nothing more. It was all well for the dead, but Valkyrie was very much alive, and she was bored out of her mind.

Her brown eyes were bloodshot and hazy, staring for a moment in confusion at her own pale brown hand as it swam in front of her face before stroking through coarse black curls. A hand snuck up over her thigh and she raised a dark brow, glancing down to see Brunhilde grinning up at her from between her legs. “I’ve had this dream before.” She mumbled. “But I’m fairly sure I haven’t had enough to drink for it yet.”

Brunhilde rolled her eyes and kissed her inner thigh, hands roaming up to Valkyrie’s hips. “No dreams, love.” 

Valkyrie smiled slowly. “So, you really are between my thighs in the middle of the feast.” She murmured, reaching down and tugging at some neatly braided blonde hair. “You’re bold.”

“You don’t want me?”

“Didn’t say that.” Valkyrie smiled, “Let’s go play somewhere quiet.”

“How about with the meat?” Brunhilde suggested softly, flashing a smile. Valkyrie smirked and grabbed another bottle, cracking it open and bringing it to her lips.

“Sure.”

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Gods were not all alike, something only barely appreciated by the mortals of Midgard. The Aesir and Vanir both had certain similarities, but they were by no means uniform. Some gods were petty, some gods were benevolent, some gods minded their own business in the heavens, and others meddled with the mortals of the nine realms whenever the whim struck them.

Hela was one such god, the goddess of death, mistress of Hel and former queen of Niflheim. As with all the children of Loki Hela had been nothing but trouble for the Gods of Asgard. The cruel goddess had led a conquest of the nine realms as Odin’s executioner, but as she had grown in power her ambition outgrew the all-father. After slaughtering a trail through the nine branches of the world tree, Hela had turned her wrath on Odin.

The Valkyries had ridden to meet her, many had died, and those who had come back did not return the same. Valkyrie had been pulled from beneath a pile of bodies, women she had known and loved for her whole life, and she had been broken. She no longer remembered her past, and no longer cared to. She was Valkyrie of the Valkyries, a warrior of Valhalla. That was all she was, and all she wanted to be.

She followed her dear Brunhilde from the feasting hall into the catacombs, through winding stone passages down into the depths of the rock that the Heaven of the gods was built atop. The door to Hela’s prison was unlocked, as it always was, and opened to reveal the defeated goddess in her usual place.

Hela had single-handedly slaughtered two-thirds of the Valkyrie’s ranks, and had been given to them for her sentence by the all-father. He had expected her death, a quick, vengeful execution, but instead their first general Sigrdrifa had consulted with their patron, the goddess Freyja, and another method of punishment had been devised.

Hela had taken the lives of so many Valkyries, her penance would be to bear enough daughters to remake their ranks.

Valkyrie’s nose wrinkled as she saw the broken, bloated form of the once-goddess of death. She had been pretty, once upon a time, maybe even beautiful, but now her body and mind were shattered by pleasure and humiliation into nothing more than a toy to be used for the amusement of those she had wronged.

Hela’s form was chained to the floor by her ankles and locked into place by the stocks around her wrists and throat. Her plump thighs quivered even in her disuse and her tongue lolled in the vague hope her only love would soon be shoved down her gullet. Her belly was immense and round, pulled taut by the future Valkyries nestled in her womb, and as Valkyrie watched a small kick caused the mass of flesh to twitch. Each of her breasts had grown with every passing daughter that came mewling from her cunt, and now hung like udders to her shaking knees, oozing milk with every ragged sob of breath that passed her gaping lips.

A blindfold was wound around the Goddess’ eyes, enchanted to make her docile and mindless, tied neatly behind her head where her helm still clung to her scalp. It was a joke to let her keep the helmet, that great antlered warhelm whose silhouette had struck fear into so many, now decorated with tied-off and increasingly foul-smelling condoms full of the sperm she had been denied. A faint sloshing sound came as the goddess smelled Valkyrie and turned her head towards them.

“Haaha… who… goes… there?” Hela crooned, voice quiet and husky from near a century of abuse. “Are… you my… masters? I… I have waited long to serve you again… m…mighty warriors.”

“Silence!” Brunhilde snapped, kicking Hela’s cheek with enough force to snap the Goddess’ head to the side and spit blood. Hela only giggled and opened her mouth to show how she had bit her tongue, a thin dribble of godly blood oozing to the floor with her fetid spit.

“Easy love.” Valkyrie murmured half-heartedly, “General Eir says she is not to be harmed.”

“I’m not Sanngriðr, I’m not carving the number of babes she gives us into her flesh.” Brunhilde sighed softly, “I’m just reminding her of her place.”

“Place… at your feet… rolling in the filth… with the dogs and pigs of Midgard.” Hela babbled, eager to agree she was truly the lowest of the low. Brunhilde smirked and slapped her in the face with her cock, pressing her head against the wretched Goddess’ nose and making her inhale her musk. The Goddess panted with delight, nose drinking in the scent of Brunhilde’s cock eagerly as Valkyrie stepped to her rear. The fat pale cheeks of her ass had healed well from Sanngriðr and Þrúðr’s last drunken act of vengeance. Each was smooth as silk and warm to the touch, welcoming the pressing of Valkyrie’s brown fingers like a well-broken mattress.

Valkyrie’s fingers brushed the Runes marking her left cheek, magically inked into her skin to update when each new girl was conceived. The count sat at a healthy one hundred and forty-one. Less than a fifth of the way to making up those she’d killed, and nowhere near the number she was expected to bear to make the Valkyrie’s numbers strong enough for the Lady Frejya to lead to battle when Ragnarök came at last.

The goddess’ cunt was drooling already, a strand of her arousal hung almost to her knees, mixed with the cum still resting in her womanhood from her previous use. Valkyrie sniffed, but her cock was already hard and eager to fuck this godbitch, and she was already drunk enough to have made a mess of her clothes anyway. She sighed and gave the bound goddess a sharp smack, hard enough to make the voluptuous flesh of her rump jiggle and shake, before she tugged free her erection and drove it into Hela’s waiting sex.

A primal, lustful howl passed the wretched woman’s lips before her throat as plugged by Brunhilde’s meat. Hela’s hands twitched and squeezed as she was fucked from both sides, her eyes fluttering with bliss behind the blindfold making her meek and stupid. Her only thought was to wish for more, more cocks, more cum, more degradation, more humiliation. She wanted to fulfil the only service that could come to her fractured mind, to bear the daughters of Valhalla, and she would do whatever was required of her to serve that purpose.

Her tongue greedily slithered around Brunhilde’s milk-pale shaft, slurping and suckling at her, hungry to be fed. Her cunt squeezed Valkyrie’s rod, trying to wring every drop of virile, immortal sperm into her godly womb. 

It was ironic, the Goddess of death was a font of eternal life. Each babe that came from her would never be touched by blade or sickness, never falter, never die, not until the sun was swallowed and the world-tree itself was hewn apart. That she was so abundant was equally as joked about amongst the warriors of Valhalla. Hela’s godly womb gladly accepted every sperm that was pumped within it, even in its pregnant state. She could be, and indeed was, impregnated as many times as a Valkyrie cared to fuck her, carrying dozens upon dozens of children at once, giving birth every other day.

As the fallen god squirmed and gurgled happily between them, Valkyrie and Brunhilde shared a drunken kiss, lips pressing tenderly to one another as their cocks pounded wet, willing holes. 

“How is her cunt, my love?” Brunhilde cooed, stroking a blushing brown cheek.

“Well used.” Valkyrie grunted simply, smiling as Brunhilde’s face lit up with an amused giggle. As much as her immortal life was a chore made tolerable by an excess of drink, she had to admit Brunhilde was the one exception. She adored the brave blonde beauty that had fought beside her so many times, and sharing her bed and affections was as intoxicating as all the mead in Midgard. “How is her mouth? Less toothy than before?”

“She only bites when her arse is taken.” Brunhilde chuckled, taking hold of two of the curved obsidian antlers of Hela’s helm and using it to skullfuck the ruined cunt. “So give me warning if you have any plans.” At the mention of being buttfucked the broken goddess impaled between them cooed wetly and wiggled her hips eagerly, only earning a sharp smack to a fat pale cheek in response.

“Of course.” Valkyrie smiled, tightening her grip on Hela’s hips and fucking her harder and faster. The goddess’ flesh quivered beneath them. her monstrous udders shook and dribbled godly milk onto the floor below, her spit and nectar joining the dampness below the Goddess of Death’s fuck-broken form.

Valkyrie bit her lip as Hela’s cunt wrapped around her rod, the well-trained hole desperate to milk every last drop of virile Valkyrie sperm into her packed womb. She watched with a small smile as Brunhilde reached her climax, groaning and forcing every last inch of her meat down Hela’s accommodating throat so that her slender neck bulged from the intrusion and her smeared-lipstick left faint black smudges against the blonde curls that crowned Brunhilde’s cock.

The sound of greedy, delighted swallowing met Valkyrie’s ears and she grunted, taking hold of Hela’s rump with both hands and squeezing until a pained whine drifted from the goddess’ stretched lips. Her thrusts grew faster, harder, more desperate, more brutal, until the slapping of ebony flesh to a milk-pale ass drowned the gurgling howls of bliss coming from the bound whore that called the dungeon home.

Brunhilde’s lips toyed with Valkyrie’s earlobe as she slammed her hips forwards again and again until Hela’s quivering legs fell beneath her and she slumped, knees turning inwards and mouth releasing a weak whimper of submission.

Her orgasm came in a rush, a torrent of searing hot Asgardian spunk crashing into Hela’s cunt, forcing its way through her body, past pleasure-broken nerves and growing Valkyrie daughters to the ruined deathbitch’s ovaries.

Behind her blindfold, Hela’s eyes crossed as she felt the familiar joy of impregnation bloom in her belly. Her tongue lolled as her mouth twisted into a debased grin. A truly genuine “Thank… you.” passed her lips before her head tipped forwards and she went limp with a quiet sloshing of cum-filled condoms.

“Come here.” Brunhilde growled, pushing forwards and trapping Valkyrie in a passionate kiss, her pale hands gripping the warrior’s plump brown butt tight. Their tongues duelled for a brief moment before Brunhilde pulled away and giggled.

“Hah… wh… what are you doing?” Valkyrie frowned as Brunhilde braced herself against Hela’s stocks and wiggling her backside enticingly.

“Why should this worthless meat get to enjoy your cock and not me?” Brunhilde pouted impatiently. “Come, love, fuck my ass. Or are you spent already?”

Valkyrie scowled and pressed tight against Brunhilde, taking her long blonde braids in one hand and clapping her rear with the other. “You know I’m not; I can outlast you in anything you care to challenge me to.”

“Prove it.” Brunhilde purred, rolling her hips against Valkyrie’s slick pole and grinning.

Valkyrie grunted and stepped back, taking Brunhilde by the hips and by the cock before forcing her into the tight confines of Hela’s asshole. The goddess stirred weakly and the blonde let out a quiet gasp of surprise before moaning as her own rosebud was violated by Valkyrie’s broad brown cockmeat. Hela’s gushing arousal and Valkyrie’s own cum made for adequate lube, but Brunhilde still bit her lip hard enough to draw blood as her lover began to thrust slowly into her.

“Satisfied?” Valkyrie rasped into her blushing partner’s ear, beginning to pick up the pace, their bodies clapping together with firm, rhythmic strokes. Brunhilde only moaned, clutching Hela’s stick waist as she was forced to fill her over and over again, her own hole thoroughly plundered all the while.

Her stamina sapped, she came quickly, filling the goddess’ guts with spunk for who knew how many times that day. She trembled and moaned for a while as Valkyrie continued to fuck her, cock snug in Hela’s colon and body trapped between the goddess she loved to defile, and the Valkyrie she loved to defile it with.

Brunhilde let out a meek whine as Valkyrie came, leaning close against her as the two of them fell back onto the floor, still entwined and locked together.

“We… made quite a mess.” Brunhilde whispered, nestled comfortably in Valkyrie’s lap.

Valkyrie smiled and looked at the oozing holes of the once-terrible queen of Hel. “Give me five minutes to rest and you will see just what a mess I can make of her.”

Brunhilde giggled and kissed her, casting an evil look towards the quivering remains of the goddess that had once been Hela.