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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Thor:_Ragnarok_-_Fandom, MCU, Marvel
  Relationship:
      Hela/Fenris, Hela/Odin
  Character:
      Hela, Fenris, Skurge, Odin
  Additional Tags:
      beastiality, Piss_Fetish, Extremely_Underage, Spanking, Vaginal_Sex,
      Knotting, Submissive_Female_Characters, Referenced_Incest, Father/
      Daughter_Relationship, Animal/Woman_Relationship, AU, Mentioned_Rape/
      Sexual_Abuse, Dark_Odin, Evil_Odin_(Marvel), Odin's_Bad_Parenting,
      Sympathetic_Hela, animal_sex, Death
  Series:
      Part 10 of MCU_Fetish
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-21 Words: 1861
****** Reign In Hel ******
by StannisTheMannis
Summary
     After a thousand years of imprisonment, Hela is free, and Asgard
     belongs to her.
     But there's only one thing she cares about. Something she lost long
     ago.
     After all, every Queen needs their King.
The light of the green fire threw shadows upon the stone walls, as Hela,
daughter of Odin, Goddess of Death, walked through the crypts of Asgard.
"You alright down there?" shouted Skurge from the top of the pit that she had
jumped down, and Hela rolled her eyes.
"I'm fine," she called back. "I just need to find something. I need- oh."
The rightful heir of Asgard stopped dead in her tracks, as in front of her a
colossal black shape lay on a stone pedestal.
"Oh, Fenris... What have they done to you?"
Hela reached out and ran her fingers through its dark fur, feeling the cold
flesh.
"Don't worry, my sweet," she said as she raised the emerald fire. "Mother will
make it better."
And Hela plunged the fire into Fenris' chest, and as it passed through his
rotting skin and into his heart, the monstrous wolf's eyes flew open.
With a mighty roar, Fenris leapt to its feet, and Hela backed away. It glared
at her with glowing green eyes, baring its long sharp teeth in a snarl.
"It's me, Fenris," said Hela, slowly taking a step forward. "Don't be afraid."
She reached out, and softly the side of his muzzle, his cheek, his neck. The
wolf just looked at her with cold, unblinking eyes, and Hela was starting to
think that it wasn't working before she saw Fenris' mighty red cock beginning
to harden.
"What's going on?" yelled Skurge, his voice echoing through the crypts. "I
can't hear nothing!"
Hela sighed, annoyed, before leaning forward and kissing the side of Fenris'
neck softly, burrowing her nose into his fur, breathing in his musky odor. She
smiled proudly as she felt the rough wet tongue of the wolf against her cheek,
licking all the way up the side of her face, coating her in saliva.
"That's a good boy," whispered the goddess, before stepping back, moving away
from him. Fenris snarled, angry, but she simply raised a hand and the front of
her black armor faded away, dematerializing into the air. Her snow white
breasts stood high and firm on her chests, her little pink nipples painfully
hard.
Fenris strode towards Hela, leaning in and dragging his tongue against her
breasts, his erection growing even bigger. He nipped at the soft flesh of her
breasts, just hard enough to draw tiny beads of blood. Hela threw back her
head, moaning, eyes shut, as she felt Fenris his tongue down her stomach, to
the dark tangle of her pubic hair.
"Oh yeees..." Hela moaned, as her wolf licked her cunt, tasting her wetness,
lapping it up like he had before everything went wrong. And she knew she
couldn't wait any longer.
"Here, Fenris, my love," she said, as she turned around. The rest of her armor
disappeared as well, leaving the queen completely naked, and she got down on
all fours, sticking her plump ass into the air, waving it back and forth
enticingly. Hela smiled as she felt Fenris' huge paws on her shoulders, the
claws digging into her flesh but not quite breaking the skin, and as the wolf
mounted her the tip of his cock pushed against her sex.
"Take me," she commanded, and Fenris pushed forward, and she screamed. He was
so big, he was fucking big-
Fenris growled as he fucked her, thrusting in and out of her cunt, forcing his
swollen knot deep inside of her, and Hela grit her teeth, feeling like she was
being torn apart-
"Oh, fuck... oh, yes..."
The air in the crypts was cold, but Hela felt a burning heat inside of her,
getting stronger and stronger, until it was almost unbearable. She was like a
child compared to Fenris, the wolf's body dwarfing hers, his hard thick cock
longer than her forearm and still completely inside of her, pumping dutifully,
fucking her like a wild bitch, hurting her in such a wonderful way-
Tears streamed down Hela's face, smearing her makeup into long black trails,
and blood was dripping down her thighs, but still she just took it, each thrust
sending waves of pain through her body, along with waves of pleasure-
When Fenris came, he threw back his massive head and howled, as he filled up
the goddess with his thick white seed. Hela shrieked as she orgasmed, eyes
rolling back, her cunt clenching around his member, and Fenris continued
releasing wave after wave of his come deep inside of her long after Hela had
passed out.
In her dreams, she was a little girl again, with black hair ornately braided,
wearing a white dress as pretty as she was.
She sat on her father's lap, as he clapped his hands, and two guards walked
into the throne room, holding a cage.
"A gift," declared Odin. "For the heir to Asgard. The last of its kind."
He dismissed the guards, and strode to the cage, Hela following him, curious.
The All-Father opened the cage, and the first thing she saw in the darkness was
a pair of glowing emerald eyes.
Hela stirred in her sleep, as Fenris licked her thighs, lapping up the blood
and come alike. Skurge looked on from the shadows, eyes wide as he watched his
queen sleep, her pale, lithe body completely undressed, her impressive chest
rising and falling as she breathed in and out. Almost unconsciously, Skurge
reached for the front of his pants, feeling his hard cock as it strained
against his breeches.
The little wolf slowly climbed from its cage, and as it looked up at Hela it
snarled. Odin raised his spear, standing in front of his daughter protectively,
but then Hela slipped past him and, ignoring his order to stay back, reached
out towards the wolf pup.
"Hela, you shall do as I say. Move behind me."
Her fingers stroked its neck, feeling its soft fur, and she smiled, before
giggling as the wolf's little pink tongue darted out, licking her hand.
"Fenris," she whispered. "Fenris Wolf."
Skurge groaned quietly as he stroked himself through his leather pants, cock
painfully hard. Hela looked so beautiful like that, peaceful and quiet in her
sleep, and he imagined how it would feel if it was him mounting her instead of
that beast, if it was he who filled her up with his come, if-
Fenris lunged from the shadows, green eyes shining in the darkness, and Skurge
didn't even have time to scream.
Hela screamed as her father's hard, calloused hand smacked against her bare
ass.
"Please," she sobbed, bent over his knees, skirt pulled up. "I'm sorry. Please,
just stop!"
"No," said Odin, as he brought his hand down again, and again, and again, until
her backside was a bright red. "I told you to stay back, and you ignored me.
You must be punished for that, Hela. I don't want to do this, but you've forced
my hand."
But to Hela, it sounded like the opposite was true. Every word he said had a
twinge of amusement in it, as if he enjoyed hurting her, as if he was
entertained by it. And even as she cried, covering her face with her hands, his
hand hit her ass one last time, and rested there, his wrinkled fingers slowly
stroking the soft curve of her behind.
"You've forced my hand," he said again, voice sounding oddly strangled, and
Hela could feel something hard begin to poke against her stomach.
When Hela awoke, slowly getting to her feet in the darkness of the crypt, she
was alone.
"Fenris?" she asked, beginning to grow nervous. "Fenris, my sweet, where are
you?"
A low growl answered her cry, and Hela smiled, relieved, as the wolf walked
into the torchlight. There was something dark and wet on its muzzle, but Hela
barely noticed.
"I... I need you," she whispered, feeling tears welling up in her eyes,
inwardly scoffing at how silly she was being. Odin was dead now, her traitorous
brothers were lost, and Asgard finally belonged to its rightful ruler. But even
still...
"I can't forget," she told Fenris, and the colossal wolf cocked his head, as if
he could understand her. "What he did. I feel so- so dirty. So unsure. I need
you to remind me where I belong."
Fenris moved his head close to her face, and he licked the tears from her eyes.
Hela laughed shakily, before getting down on her knees. She closed her eyes,
smiling serenely as Fenris squatted down, preparing for what was to come-
The jet of piss struck her face suddenly, and Hela flinched, but did not open
her eyes. Instead, it was her mouth she opened, and she drank the wolf's piss
thirstily, whatever she couldn't swallow pouring down her chin, dripping onto
her tits, forming a puddle on the floor. Fenris whined while he relieved
himself, and Hela thought back to the first time her lover had marked her as
his own. It was the first day they met, and Odin had just-
Don't think about that, she told herself. Don't.
It was the first day they met, and Hela was alone and lost. Daughter of a man
she wanted dead, heir to a god who was nigh immortal... Her very existence was
a limbo, without rhyme or reason, a purgatory of waiting for a purpose that
would never come. She was crying in her chambers when the little wolf
approached her, and that night she had seen for the first time that there
existed in the universe things far beyond what she could've imagined. Her life
was not meaningless, and her role was clear. Hela was born to love. And what
she couldn't love, she destroyed.
"Come," the Queen of Asgard told Fenris when he was finished, and her cold
black armor faded into being around her. Fenris waited patiently as she climbed
on top of him, holding his fur tightly, and the wolf leapt up into the hole in
the ceiling from which she descended.
Hela and her mount approached the balcony of the palace, overlooking a city in
chaos, overrun with fire and smoke.
"Asgard is dying," she told Fenris, "Of a disease that has existed for
millennia. And I say let it die. I am the Goddess of Death, and it is my sacred
duty to bring about the death of the old ways. Odin's ways."
Holding her arms out to her side, basking in the sunlight after so long locked
away in the darkness by her father, Hela grinned, almost wolfishly.
"The death of the old, and the birth of the new. Together, Fenris. This realm,
and all others, will be ours."
Fenris growled, and Hela chose to take it as agreement.
"And if the sons of Odin want to prove their strength, as their father before
them did so very, very often? Then let them come. For I have you now, my
sweet."
She leaned down, kissing the top of Fenris' head, wrapping her arms around his
neck in a tight embrace, and Fenris drew his lips back, baring his teeth as if
in a smile.
"And we will never be torn apart again."
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