Chapter 1 - 1

 
Sweat glistened off the goddess’ toned muscles, dripping down her smooth tan skin in shining rivulets. Her red lips were parted, panting with exertion, her large chest rising and falling with every heaving breath. Her loincloth fluttered as she thrust, red as the evening sun, the color of Rome. Bellona, Goddess of War, clenched her teeth in a cruel laugh as she sank her shaft deep into her enemy's soft, supple body. “How does it feel to take twenty-four hard inches!?” she gasped, throwing her head back with bliss. Her short hair was plastered to her face with sweat, obscuring her dark eyes but casting her cheeks into sharp relief. She thrust again, hilting in her partner, whose agonized screams echoed through the arena.
 
Blood poured from open wounds in Freya's body. She exposed far more skin than Bellona, making her vulnerable to the bubbly, youthful Goddess' swift attacks. At the same time, the lighter armor allowed her much more combat mobility, and didn't interfere at all with her magic. With Godlike stamina, the wounds healed before her very eyes, yet the pain stayed fresh and her heart fluttered with the effort of combat. Freya stayed at a distance, casting seething bolts of pure magic in a wide spray, but proving her mastery of the single-sword style at close range too. With even less armor in the way, it was clear to see her thick, throbbing girlcock standing straight out from the Norse tartan that was her loincloth. Her breasts were on display (Though not as much as the god-slut Aphrodite's), pinched between an upper-body steel bra with glimmering golden highlights. Her epic cleavage was magnificent to behold, especially as the bleached-blonde locks of satin hair tossed around with her movements. Her skin was alabaster, taut, and shining, glowing with the arcane runes that wrapped around her thigh like azure snakes. A bead of sweat curled over a single full, jiggling breast and disappeared between her tits. It was enough to make Bellona lick her lips. "Soon," she murmured, discretely brushing the edge of her large round shield against the side of her excited meat.

Freya was older, wiser, and more beautiful, yet Bellona's superior stamina and youthful determination was keeping her evenly-matched against the battle-scarred amazon. Despite the vast difference in age, they shared similar experience. Bellona was a frontline warrior and had led Rome on hundreds of victorious campaigns. As Queen of the Valkyries, Freya more often dined on the feasts of conquest without actually being a part of the battles herself, something Bellona taunted her constantly for. Hence the trial by combat today.
 
Freya wiped blood from her lip, and it stained the white fur on her gauntlet. She narrowed her eyes in frustration, lashing her hand out and sending a wave of shimmering destruction towards the dark-haired youth.
 
Bellona grinned, her red lips curling with anticipation. She leapt into the air, sailing overtop of the wave of energy and flinging herself forwards her enemy. A furious scream ripped from her throat and she swung her weapon murderously, with full intent to divorce Freya's head from her neck, stopped at the last moment by her opponent's glittering, enchanted blade. With no shield, she was unable to strike back as Bellona thrust out with a powerful shield-bash, the spikes on the other side biting into Freya's tight muscles and making her cry out again. "See, Freya!" she cried, then broke their blades apart and shield bashed Freya hard enough to send her skidding backwards a few meters. "You were done in before we started." The crowd in the stadium cheered in exultation!
 
Hot cum dripped from Bellona’s excited girlcock as she crossed the distance between them and once again whipped their swords together, biting into each other with a shower of sparks and steel. Her fat, godlike testicles jiggled and shook as they exchanged blows. Those sloshing, swaying cumtanks were supernaturally virile and stuffed to the brim with holy seed: Loads of her cum were huge, sloppy and would actively slide towards the nearest womb under the power of her sperm. Her cock throbbed powerfully, coursing with all the strength of a breeding bull, her loincloth fluttering like a battle standard. Stories of Rome experiencing enormous population booms directly after successful campaigns were not only entirely true, but virtually all to the credit of Bellona herself filling the wives of dead soldiers with her hot seed. Confident in herself and her abilities, she battled Freya fearlessly and expertly, slowly inflicting small wounds on Freya's curvaceous body while her own mistakes were protected from retaliation by thick leaden armor. Freya cried out in rage and bashed Bellona over the face with a heavy wristwrap, knocking the Goddess senseless for a moment, before rearing back with all her might and thrusting her blade deep into Bellona's gut, the shining tip emerging from the other side soaked in blood.
 
She coughed up blood, surprised by the sudden turn. No Goddess would die from a little thing like that, but it was still crushingly painful and she bared her teeth in a wolfish snarl. She brought her left arm back, and crudely swiped at Freya's head with the blunt edge of her heavy shield. Freya ducked just fast enough to avoid getting a concussion, but the motion also pulled her weapon out of Bellona's core. The Goddess of War yelped with the sudden second cut, but steeled herself and executed a perfect backwards somersault high into the air, landing on the edge of an old marble statue nearby. The ancient marble tottered slightly, and Bellona crouched down, letting one knee rest on the ground and making herself a small target, covering her entire body with the impenetrable shield while the wound in her abdomen healed itself. She had to hold her guts in for just a moment before the skin was sewn shut, repairing the damage but leaving the pain. She licked her lips, tasting blood on her tongue, and gingerly laid her hand over the gaping penetration in the metal armor. Her skin had healed, but her armor had not. Bellona concentrated for a moment, summoning a fireball in her palm, superheating the steel until it was malleable enough to bend back into place. Her hand came away, and there was a bright orange-glowing welt where the metal had been cloven, now repaired. 
 
Then she wrapped her hand around her huge, veiny cock and wiped away the sweat, coming off in droplets from her hot meat. She was circumcised, but she still had enough foreskin that it peeled back as she gripped it, then curled forwards again as she released it, but only halfway as far as before; she was so painfully hard. Now all that dickskin was stretched tightly around her mammoth prick. Battle always did this to her, and she loved it. Both the bloodshed and the lust that came afterwards. The release of stress. Her nipples ached and stood out against her tattered shirt, betraying her wanton arousal at the sweat-glistening body of her sparring partner.
 
Typically, battles in the Arena were for sport only. The winning team would have their way with the losers, and then all of the slain would be brought back to life. Today was a little different. They wagered something on the outcome: The winner would take something from the loser, permanently. 
 
Freya took a moment to recover as well, but instead of waiting until she returned to full strength (minus the aches and pains that wouldn't be healed until the end of the trial), she began to form a ball of pure energy between her hands, a swirling globe of power. Bellona was blinded by her shield, and she couldn't see it coming as Freya reared back, her loincloth falling to the side and revealing all fifteen inches of her fat cock, and with the effort of the throw, squirted a hefty load onto the stone below her feet. 
 
Bellona was caught utterly off guard, the spinning ball crashing into her shield and vaporizing it in an instant. She roared and threw it away from her before the acidic effects ate away her arm, too. Freya finally allowed herself a triumphant grin, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up even harder, accidentally peeking the top of a nipple out from her steel bustier. Underneath, there was a white lace bra. As Bellona looked down at her enemy, and saw that tiny scrap of dainty clothing, she made a mess of her loincloth, suddenly shooting her cum into the fabric that dribbled down like a waterfall.
 
"Slut!" Freya cried, swinging her blade slowly, charging it with energy.
 
"Whore!" Bellona screamed back, concentrating all of her strength in her legs, ready for the deathblow. 
 
The insult stung. Freya threw the spinning sword like a bola, but instead of aiming it at Bellona, she threw it straight at the base of the statue. It crumbled with an ancient groan, like the marble was nothing but sand and it had just been waiting for the cue to disintegrate. Bellona launched herself from the platform at the last second, flying at Freya with explosive force, and leaving the Queen of the Valkyries nothing to defend herself with except for a half-charged bolt of energy.
 
The goddess roared in triumph as her sword plunged through Freya's chest, the sheer momentum of her leap throwing them both to the ground. Her sword went right through and out the other side, and lodged itself in the stone floor, pinning Freya in place. She screamed in agony, weakly clawing at the heavy steel blade that nailed her to the rock, while Bellona allowed herself a moment to stand up and wipe the sweat from her forehead and the fatigue from her penis. She took the cloth at her shoulder and wiped her face clean, taking a moment to straighten her hair before locking her brown eyes on the defeated goddess. "You fought well," she said at last, her chest still heaving. She reached behind her back and briefly fiddled with the brass locks, undoing both of them, and with a metallic noise, the platemail bustier slipped down her chest. She reached to her collarbone and pressed down on the golden ram's-head, and with a small metallic click, the plate fell forwards and clattered to the ground, revealing Bellona's incredibly-firm stomach and the leather combat-bra she favored. Trying to fight with unsupported D-cups would be madness. Freya stirred on the ground, gnawing her lip in frustration as she watched the spoiled upstart goddess disrobe. Fucking bitch, she thought bitterly, unable to move lest the blade rip her open. For any mortal it would be a lethal wound, of course, but the rules of the arena were keeping her safe.
 
"Do you mind?" she said at last, writhing slightly, feeling the sharp steel grind against the bones of her ribcage. "Getting this shit outta me." She spoke with a soothing Gaelic accent, almost motherly. Her Rs were unrepentantly rolled and sometimes appeared in words where there were no Rs at all.
 
"You can wait," Bellona snapped back, now bent down on one knee and unfastening one of her enormous spiked greaves. It smashed into the ground with untold force. The thing probably weighed two hundred pounds by itself, the kind of armor only an immortal could wear. Her broadsword was wide enough to deflect arrows and yet she still wielded it with only a single hand. She stood up, wearing nothing but her sandals, her loincloth, her leather bra, and the red Roman banner around her neck like a tattered cape. Bellona smirked. "All right, let's do it. I claim by victor's right the Spoils of War" she said, punching her fists together and cracking her knuckles, taking a moment to stretch her neck too. She reached out and grabbed the hilt of her blade, cruelly planting her other foot on Freya's naked stomach and pulling with all her strength, enough to knock the wind from the older goddess. But, with the horrible grind of steel-on-stone, she wrenched the blade free and flung it behind her, where its weight alone drove the point back into the ground. Freya rolled her eyes, reaching up and rubbing blood from her cheek while the wicked injury healed in seconds, leaving behind nothing but a six-inch pink scar. "I said, do it," Bellona smirked, playfully kicking the other goddess about the shins. Playfully, but not gently. Freya grumbled and turned over on her stomach, raised her groin into the air, and undid the heavy buckle around her waist. The entire thing slid sideways off her body, pulled downwards by the great weight of the buckle, and just like that, Freya was naked from her stomach down to her knees. Her thick girlcock throbbed in anticipation. It certainly didn't know she was about to be receiving, and not giving. Already a small pool of her virile cum was wasted on the ground.
 
"Get on with it," she said as aggressively as she possibly could with her tight asshole staring the other goddess in the face. It came out as a sort of strangled insult. She simply couldn't muster any emotion other than contempt, although she was trying hard to channel boredom too. And, of course, she could never ignore the very pleasant feelings coming up from her hardness as her thick jizz drooled down her urethra.
 
Bellona continued to smirk, narrowing her eyes, staring long and lustfully at her defeated foe. Her eyelashes were a perfect black; eyeshadow rimming her almond pupils and making her look twice as gorgeous. She tossed her hair back and gave her cock a few strokes, making it stand almost straight upwards with excitement. Pearls of insanely-potent seed oozed down her shaft, and soiled her fingers as she stroked. The ground greedily drank her cum, the dark spot disappearing almost as fast as her furious semen wriggled forwards, seeking a womb. She raised her hand to her mouth and sucked on her knuckles, savoring the warm, sweet taste of her own thick cum. She cupped her glans and squeezed her balls a few times, milking herself into her hand. Generous amounts of heady cum gushed into her palm, expertly squeezed from her grapefruit-sized cumtanks, sloshing gently under the outside pressure. She stepped up to Freya, but instead of pressing her cock against her asshole, she wrapped her thighs around Freya's hips, straddling her, with cum dripping from her full palm. Freya groaned as that huge, soft ballsack squished against her spine. "What are you doing?" she said blandly; an irritation, not an outrage.
 
"I'm putting you in your place," Bellona said cooly, her meat pulsing, spilling glops of her absurdly-virile jizz onto her back. The smell of her cock was overwhelming. An incredibly-powerful, impossibly sugary musk wafted from every inch of exposed penis even as she throbbed, and pencil-thick veins stood up on her smooth, wet skin. She was circumcised, leaving her glans dark pink and quite a bit less sensitive than one with foreskin. Still, she couldn't know what she was missing since she never had it, and she was pleased that she didn't have to take special care to wash under her foreskin every time. Warriors often spent dozens of days on the battlefield, sweating into their armor and hardly ever touching water except to slake their thirst. Bellona felt herself superior, never needing to worry about such things, while she glanced backwards and took another eyeful of Freya's uncut dick, the foreskin normally bunched up around the tip, but pulled back somewhat due to sheer hardness. "I'm going to prove to you just what a cum-sucking whore you are." Freya scoffed in response, and Bellona laughed. "No, darling, it's not a joke. I'm going to prove that you're gagging for it." She leaned in, and whispered right into her ear. "And even better? I'm going to make you admit it."
 
Freya snarled, turning her head to the side to hurl an insult her way. She managed to get her lips apart before Bellona grabbed her head roughly and slammed her fingers past her lips, forcing her cum into her mouth. The Valkyrie's eyebrows arched and she squirmed in place, spitting against Bellona's hand, but unable to fight back against the sprightly goddess' immense strength. Bella held one hand over her mouth and the other hand on the back of her head, twisting dangerously, showing Freya just how easily she could snap her neck. Freya growled like a cornered animal, trying to bite down, but earning herself another rough twist that came within an inch of breaking her spine. "You've sucked enough cocks to know you never use teeth," Bella taunted, earning another distressed growl as Freya clamped her eyes shut and focused all her strength on not breaking, even as the heavily-addictive scent teased her nostrils and made her asshole quiver. Bella held her hand right in place, not letting her spill even a drop. Freya refused to swallow, only glaring upwards, trying to meet her gaze and show just how beneath her all this was. "Now, bitch," Bella cooed, rubbing her hand roughly against Freya's teeth. "You're going to drink it. Swallow every last bit of my jizz. Go on, you know you can't resist. It's much stronger stuff than yours." She reached backwards and grabbed a handful of Freya's testicles, squeezing violently and making Freya squirt onto the stone. She arched her spine and groaned in pain, inadvertently tilting her head back and letting the cum slide deeper into her mouth. It soaked her tongue and her teeth. She could swear she could almost feel it move, especially as it approached her sensitive uvula. "That's better," Bella said, pretending that Freya had done it on purpose. "Take it all into your whore mouth." She pressed her fingers against her tongue nice and hard, causing no end of discomfort for her. But she refused to swallow.
 
"I said, drink it. Swallow my cum!" she barked, grabbing Freya around the throat and suddenly pulling her backwards, choking her viciously, and sending her sloppy cum to the back of her mouth. Freya gagged and retched, jerking forward and back, trying to free herself. Not only was Bellona stronger physically, but she had the perfect angle on her foe. There was no way Freya would fight free, and she knew it. Bitter tears spilled from her clenched-shut eyelids, carrying dark eyeliner down her cheeks as she continued to choke. At last she couldn't stand it anymore, she needed air, and she bucked backwards, taking a huge breath through her throat. She didn't get any oxygen at all, just pulled down that huge, sloppy, sticky load right into her windpipe. Bella grinned cruelly and stepped away, letting Freya writhe and contort horribly on the ground, thick cum going right into her lungs. She coughed and hacked, lying on her stomach, sweat pouring down her forehead as she nearly puked, retching up small amounts of gooey cum onto the ground and panting like a dog with her tongue lolling out; vital oxygen finally flooding her chest and making her head stop spinning. Darkness had begun to crawl at the edges of her vision. She laid there for some time, insensate, with the strong taste of Bellona's cum stuck in her throat and up her nose, so that she was even breathing her seed, unable to distance herself from the incredible musk. Freya rolled onto her back with a frustrated groan, her cock standing straight up, making a complete mess of itself. "How embarrassing, ehehe~" Bellona laughed mockingly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.
 
Bellona waited patiently for Freya to recover, stroking herself off and spilling plenty of her virile fucksludge onto the ground. Grass and flowers sprung up from barren earth where her seed fell, such was the supernatural potency of her jiggling cumtanks. When she decided that Freya had had enough of a break, she strode confidently forward again and knelt down above her. Freya wouldn't have even noticed if the sky hadn't suddenly gone dark. She opened her eyes, and Bellona's fat cock was making a sudden eclipse. Freya, perhaps foolishly, opened her mouth to insult her again, but before she could get the third syllable out, Bellona forced her smelly cock right past her lips. "What are—Glurk!"
 
"Now I'm going to teach you to swallow my cum properly, like the ditzy little harlot you are. Straight from the tap, just like god intended." She smirked at her own implication, and grabbed Freya's jaw with both hands. Before the Valkyrie could take any action, Bellona forced her cock straight down her throat. Gold lipstick smeared all the way down the length of her unwashed prick, enough that when she finally bottomed out pressing her huge testicles against Freya's eyes and nose, there was a noticeable difference in color between the inner rim of Freya's lips and the outer. "You made my cock gold," Bellona said brightly, pulling herself out from the hilt a few inches just to see. It was indeed very, very slightly golden. "Like the bimbo you are." She kept one hand firmly planted on Freya's jaw to keep her from writhing, and let her other hand slip into the space between Freya's brasserie and her tits, cupping her heavy chest like a horny teenager. Freya was truly gifted, equipped with a heaving set of F-cup breasts that she barely concealed behind the slutty breastplate. She couldn't stop herself from squeezing those heavenly tits, especially as her cleavage was soaked with sweat, and before long she couldn't stand being held back any longer. She turned her hand around and flexed her bicep, using nothing but pure strength to rip the bodice away from Freya with two loud snaps, the leather straps breaking utterly in half, though not before giving Freya some wicked road-rash. "Owwmmmg!" she roared, the thick cock completely blocking any kind of speech, and Bellona looked down with her head tilted, a smirk playing across her ruby lips again. "Oh, shush. I know you want my dick. Here, I'll give it to you." She started to thrust, stretching out Freya's throat cruelly. It should have been a difficult, or even impossible insertion to fit such a huge slab of dick past the goddess' mouth, but Bella's superhuman strength forced it to fit whether she liked it or not. One thing was certain: Bellona was outrageously hung, which was a point of humiliation and jealousy for the older goddess. 
 
The hard ridge of her girlcock stood out clearly against the smooth skin of her neck, and Bella could even pick out a few individual veins that were bulging through the flesh as she gyrated her hips and fucked her softly. "Swallow my cum," she cooed, her voice a near-whisper. She squeezed one of her balls, and let semen once again flood her urethra, spilling freely into Freya's belly. The Valkyrie bent in the middle, her stomach clenching, her legs rising into the air for a moment before crashing back down. She was still fighting for every breath, especially as Bellona's huge nuts brushed against her nostrils with every thrust. This upside-down throatfuck was so intense, especially as she fought for air, her lungs sucking desperately against her cock while her stomach convulsed. 
 
It was too much for Freya's poor girlcock. She groaned, sounding like a wet gurgle thanks to the thick cock wedged down her throat, and her dick started to twitch like crazy. As much as she didn't want to show Bellona that she was getting off from this, her need to breed was incredibly strong and she was forced to wrap her fingers around her shaft just to keep herself from going crazy. And the sensation she got from that was way too strong to just stop there. Freya jerked herself off like crazy, moaning and glugging on dick, able to hear Bellona laughing above her. "You dumb bimbo! Just couldn't hold yourself off for another few seconds, could you? Talk about a quickshot." She grabbed Freya's neck again and fucked her like an animal, furiously drilling her throat with her own pleasure skyrocketing. Freya continued to cry frustrated tears as she pumped her meat, squeezing out as much of her orgasm as she could. Her cock squirted into the air, fountaining back down onto her balls and soaking her thighs. She came hugely, as any goddess might, dumping gallon after gallon of her heady fucksludge onto the floor. But where Bella's cum had caused life to spontaneously erupt from the ground, even a massive amount of Freya's jizz did nothing more than soak into the soil. 
 
"Swallow my cum," Bellona breathed, her orgasm too close to abort now. It was going to happen even if she pulled out of her throat right that second. Instead she leaned forward and planted her hands on Freya's whorish chest, moaning in delight as her fingers cupped the goddess' soft, motherly bosom. Her fingers slipped around the underside and slid beneath them, and she groped them roughly without a care in the world. She could feel Freya's tongue painting the upper-side of her cock with her spit, and she knew that more and more lipstick was rubbing off every time she thrust. Turning her cock gold. It was too much to withstand.
 
Bellona blew like a fire hose, her cock exploding into rope after thick, sticky rope, sending a torrent of her virile girlsperm down Freya's throat. The older goddess gurgled in distress as cum flooded her esophagus, then her stomach, filling it very quickly and then making it stretch like crazy. Her belly swelled outwards in a gloriously-lewd way, with her sloshing stomach and milkmaking tits all jiggling from side to side uncontrollably with the power of Bella's thrusts. "Bllrhbbrb!" she squealed, putting her hands against Bella's stomach and desperately trying to push her away, to excavate the massive cock that was raping her throat, but she simply wasn't strong enough to manage it. Her eyes crossed as she twitched and jerked, trying her best to swallow it all. But with a full stomach she simply couldn't force any more jizz down, looking like she was carrying a nine-month pregnancy on her aching belly. The cum backwashed up her body and through her nostrils, suddenly bursting from her nose and soaking her face with Bella's cum. This only made the sprightly goddess laugh louder, and she gave Freya's chest a few firm slaps to cover her breastflesh with possessive red marks.
 
"That's a little better," she cooed at last, her orgasm slowing down but by no means stopping as her cock continued to unload several gallons into Freya. Her balls were visibly smaller from the unnatural size of the load she'd dumped into the woman, although of course most of it was magic. There was no way that much cum could even fit in her balls, despite how fat they were. Instead, as soon as the first gushes squirted out, they'd instantly begin refilling with a fresh load, ready to pump and pump and pump. With some amount of unhappiness, she pulled her thick meat from Freya's throat at last, and the moment she got her crown out of her lips the goddess rolled onto her stomach and vomited up nothing but pure cum, the incredibly-thick liquid forming a little pile before pancaking out. "Did you like that, whore?" she spat, digging her nails into Freya's chest to make her squeal. "Don't lie, I know you love chugging cum."
 
"Fucking bitch," Freya coughed, turning her head but not even managing to make eye-contact before another flood of cum overcame her and she puked another gallon or more onto the stones beneath her. It was just as musky and slimy coming up as going down, and it really did make her feel like a disgusting whore. She collapsed onto her side, breathing faintly as her lungs were clogged with jizz.
 
"I think I've proven you'll drink my cum, anyhow," Bellona smirked, stroking herself while staring Freya right in the eye, jerking off onto her prone figure. "I think I'll take the rest of my prize now. Something a little more unusual."
 
"If you want to fuck my ass, just say so," Freya groaned, clutching her overfull stomach. Her voice was scratchy from the brutal throatfucking.
 
"But that's not what I want," Bellona said coyly, turning Freya onto her back again. 
 
"You're going straight from my mouth to fucking my tits? You animal," she said, raising her arms above her head and moaning from stress, belching, getting a huge whiff of her own cockbreath. 
 
"Nope!" Bellona laughed, pulling Freya's groin even with hers, and spreading the goddess' legs. She let their fat, smelly cocks rub up against each other, and even their balls sandwiched together with a wet squish. "I'm going to fuck your dickhole. How does that sound?"
 
"You're going to what?" Freya said, quivering, her voice shaking. "I… no, I don't think…"
 
"You don't have to think, fuckmeat. You just have to sit there and look pretty." Bellona grabbed Freya's dick and held it out nice and straight, pushing their gooey cockheads together until a nice sloppy bridge of cum had bridged them both. She aligned her crown with Freya's smaller cockhead, as the goddess kept up a babble of nonsense about having mercy or changing her mind. Wouldn't she rather fuck Freya's asshole? No, no she certainly would not.  
 
The penetration was swift and decisive. Bellona angled herself backwards and lined their cocks up nice and straight, using the cum-bridge to keep the heads in place while she fondled Freya's nuts to make her loosen up. It only took a few seconds of stimulation before Freya's dick started to harden again, her urethra spreading into a slight O, and fresh goo leaked from her tip. "That's what I want," Bellona said, licking her lips, and pushing her cockhead against the tiny hole. But with her much bigger dick, it just kept sliding sideways and once, Freya's cock even poked into Bella's.
 
"This isn't working," she said in a huff, which made a small wave of relief pass over Freya. Maybe she'd change her mind after all. "I'll just have to get you ready."
 
"Wait what does that m—" Freya started to say before Bellona shoved two fingers down her piss-slit, making it stretch roughly sideways. Her head shot back and her mouth opened with a desperate howl of pain, her eyes clenching shut as she screamed. Bellona just laughed, mildly aroused by the harlot's display, and added another finger. Then another one. At last she managed to stuff her thumb down her cockhole too, making it gape outrageously around her hand and causing Freya to jerk violently from side to side. "Calm down, bitch!" she cackled, holding out her free hand and causing magical chains to wrap around Freya's wrists and elbows, roughly wrenching her arms behind her back so she couldn't rock much more. This only made the shrieking worse, and it was giving Bellona a headache, so she conjured a large rubber dildo in her hand. "Stop screaming or this goes down your throat," she warned, but Freya was too insensate to even hear her. So she did as she said, and crammed that thick rubber cock down her throat as hard as she could, until the balls were resting on Freya's eyes, and it was too deep for her muscles to expel. Now she could barely whine, although she could kind of breathe through the dildo's urethra which stretched from one end to the other; so that was a blessing, of a sort.
 
The farther Bellona went, the more entranced she became. She forced inch after inch of her arm down Freya's cock, making an extra-ridiculous bulge wherever her fist was. Freya's cock turned red and started throbbing in pain before long. She pushed her arm all the way down to the elbow, and she could feel the moment where Freya's cock ended and her pelvis began. "Oh, all of a sudden, it's so gooey~" she said in awe, while tears streaked from Freya's eyes, running up her face since she was upside down. She let her fingers stretched out and grabbed ahold of something, something small and squishy, but definitely firm. "Ohh, I think I found your prostate. What's wrong, don't you like it when I squeeze?" She clamped down hard on the sensitive little organ, and every muscle in Freya's body went tense, pulling her legs close to her body and making her writhe in pain.
 
"Who knew I could force you to make such a lewd face just by fisting your cock," she taunted her, licking her lip, slathering it with spit as she drooled over Freya's hot body and salacious curves. She pulled out now, but then punched back in, literally fisting her cock and making Freya squirm and squeal. It was unbelievably slimy inside thanks to the lubricant provided by her continuously-leaking balls, and Bellona experienced no pain at all. In fact it was a rather nice feeling as Freya's cock stretched ludicrously-wide around her arm. She kept pumping her arm into her cockhole for a minute or two before she got bored and started to go deeper, past Freya's prostate, and suddenly she found her hand was soaked in cum. "Ooh, and this is your balls, isn't it?" she wiggled her fingers, and Freya's sack stretched and bulged around her fingertips. Freya let out a pathetic cry around the huge dildo rammed down her throat, still sobbing, her whorish chest heaving with tears of agony. "Well I think I ought to teach your body what real cum should be. How's that, darling?" she cooed, finally pulling her arm free and taking a look. Freya's cock was gaping, and Bella could see almost all the way down. It was almost like a vagina: long and pussy-pink with plenty of bumps that were sure to provide plenty of stimulation… for Bella. "Ribbed for her pleasure," she said cruelly, giving Freya's balls a rough flick with her fingertip. "Your cock's just a condom from now on. Watch this."
 
A sad moan gurgled out of Freya's throat. It might've been a "Noooo" but it was hard to tell. Freya lined up her thumping cock with the goddess' gaping fuckhole and pushed deep inside, almost effortlessly with her own strength combined with the violence she'd done to that dick with her arm. Freya screamed and arched her back, feeling that strong, throbbing dick plunge deep into her cock and soon enough into her body. She felt it penetrate her pelvic region and at almost the same time Bellona let out a slutty moan of deep craving. "Ohhh, wow. This feels amazing," she cooed, wrapping her thumb and fingers around Freya's slim hips and resting her palms on her wide, broodmotherly hips. "Are you sure you weren't born with a cunt? Your Nordic dick feels better than any Roman pussy. Mmmm~" she purred, throwing her head back and thrusting nice and hard, her thick crown stretching apart Freya's urethra and then finally getting a taste of that gooey inside Bellona had found there. Freya couldn't even watch as the fat bulge of Bella's cock slid down her shaft and disappeared into her body, but she felt every inch. With her cock gaping so wide it almost felt like she was going to piss herself, but nothing came out. Instead, everything was going in. Bellona hilted in her cock, pressing Freya's aching crown against the base of her own dick, letting out another delighted moan as she did. "It's so smooth… Your cock's like butter," she wailed, almost bringing herself to tears from the sensation of Freya's urethra clenching rhythmically around her as she throbbed. 
 
"I don't want to wait," she moaned, her sloppy meat already pumping large amounts of cum down Freya's cock. "It feels too good. I don't want to wait. Sssssss." She hissed through clenched teeth as her orgasm rushed towards her unstoppably; she didn't last long at all in Freya's heated guts. The gooey feeling of her cock brushing up against svelte internal organs was far too good to resist, and just like that she came, humping Freya's urethra like a wild animal, crying out in godlike bliss as she flooded Freya's innards with her gooey seed. Freya could barely squeal as she felt her ultra-thick cum surging into her body, heading directly down the path of least resistance: Straight into Freya's tender ballsack. She bit down hard enough that her teeth sunk into the rubber dildo as her balls stretched like crazy, skin aching, turning pink, her testicles burgeoning unstoppably from her groin, swelling like inflating beach balls. They sloshed and churned loudly, especially-loud with each time Bellona hilted in her and dumped another fat rope of cum which splashed down into the waiting pool of cum. She had run dry of tears, and could do nothing with her arms bound up behind her except sit there and scream, and she couldn't even scream. She felt like a prisoner in her own body as Bellona raped her cock and pumped her testicles full of her tar-thick cream. 
 
"Think I'll go again," Bella said, panting, wiping the drool from her mouth. She hadn't gotten soft for an instant. And just like that she started fucking Freya's cock again, except this time Freya's erection couldn't stand up against the brutal assault of Bella's dick and it slowly softened, becoming like nothing more than a wet noodle under the barrage of god-strength thrusting. It reached the breaking point and crumpled in on itself, becoming nothing more than a flap of skin that clung limply to Bellona's mammoth cock, crowned with a squished pink glans that was firmly gaped into a perfect O and would stay that way forever. Her body would never forget this, and neither would her mind.
 
But for Bella, it was like a whole new penetration. With Freya's cock deflated, she could push nearly all of her twenty-four inches into Freya's yielding body, the goddess mewling with delight as her cock pushed deep inside her body where nothing ought to be. She forced her to stretch, literally forcing her organs out of the way of her questing dick in order to turn Freya into a better cocksleeve for her magnificent god-dick. "You're lucky it's my first time, 'cause that means I'm going to go easy on you. If I was used to this, I'd be fucking you much harder. Although I'm confident a whore like you could take it." She slapped Freya across the cheek, dislodging the rubber dildo. Freya's clenching throat was suddenly able to push the thing free, and it erupted from her lips inch-after-inch like a sword-swallower in reverse, wobbling like crazy without anything to keep it straight. Bella cooed at the display, watching as Freya coughed and retched, then puked up another two gallons of cum onto herself, completely soaking her own chest and making her look like a semen-drenched whore. "Without your hands you can't wipe it off, but I wouldn't let you anyway. I want my glaze of seed to dry right where it is, so you can show everyone what a complete cumbucket you are." Freya retched in response, then went completely limp, as the very last ounce of the fight went out of her, and she laid there like a sex-doll, content to simply take the dick and keep quiet about it.
 
Even the pain had lessened. Almost completely disappeared, really, as her body got used to it. Immortals were veeeerry tough to permanently break, they could adapt to pretty much anything. And lucky for Bellona because if she'd tried this with a human she'd already be dead. Freya was just unconscious, or something close to it, as her mouth opened and closed, forming silent words. The gods never prayed, and so it was something Freya had never done before, but now she did, weeping freshly as Bellona had her way with her body, praying to every god she could think of for mercy.
 
And they arrived, by the dozens. Almost half of the pantheon had soon arrived on the battlefield to watch these two gorgeous women go at each other. But Freya wasn't thinking straight. She was praying for help. She didn't realize what they would see when they beheld the scene.
 
"What an absolute tramp," Zeus said dismissively, his voice crackling with thunder. "If I ever need to drain my balls and Hera isn't around, I'll come find you."
 
Vulcan was doubled over with laughter, the ancient metalsmith (and good friend of Bellona) letting the air shiver with the power of his amusement. "Oooh, she fucked you really bad, ey? How's it feel taking twenty-four hard inches?" Bella looked up at him and nodded, pleased that she remembered her joke from earlier.
 
Aphrodite couldn't help herself but show up to see the procession too. As a Greek goddess, she too was good friends with the Roman Bellona, and had nothing but scorn for the Norse. The Gods had never heard such a wicked array of catty insults in history, and soon everyone was laughing and laying scorn on the defeated goddess.
 
"I… don't…" she said weakly, before her eyes bulged out as Bellona came again, filling her balls with a second dose of slimy cum. Her eyes and mouth hung open in fear and pain as the increasing pressure in her body from Bella's cock overwhelmed her stomach, and she retched up a few liters of jizz right onto the floor.
 
Bella pulled her shaft free, sloppy and dripping with their mixed juices. She knelt in front of Freya and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up to her cock and shoving it past her lips, hilting it firmly a half-dozen times to wash it off in her throat. When she pulled free, her cock was glistening but clean, and every god saw the golden lipstick streaked over it. Freya was utterly humiliated, and sobbed in place, without moving, until long after they had all gone.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 