"Do you think I'm just going to let you get away with it?", Heimdall asked with a teasing grin as he spun you around and pressed an arm across your back.

Gasping under the pain, you tried to lower yourself to the ground. But he exerted more force and made you beg for forgiveness.

"I am not a god!", you cried with tears in your eyes as he forced you back onto the blanket with a push. "You're hurting me..."

A mischievous grin lit up his face as he towered over you. His hand was already working to loosen the strap of his sword.

With a clang, the weapon fell to the ground at his feet.

It was not long before the leather armour with silver plates, which he wore around his waist for protection, followed.

Your attention was caught for a moment in your own reflection.

Fear was visible on your face. But it was not fear that Heimdall would deny you, but the fear of no longer having control. He would make every single decision for you, choose his own pace and ruin you just to amuse himself.

The thought of what was to come made all the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

When he took a step towards you, you jerked back.

Your back bumped against the rock.

One of his eyebrows rose with curiosity. Slowly he tilted his head.

"Oh?", he asked, almost amused at the shy sight of you. "Have you changed your mind? Are you no longer sure it's possible to love me?"

Swallowing hard, you shook your head.

"Let me show you.", you asked him. "Heimdall."

Annoyed, he expelled a long breath.

Through clenched teeth he reached for your face, but instead grabbed a handful of hair as you tried to avoid him.

Roughly, he dragged you back to your knees to press your face into his trousers.

Out of reflex, your fingernails dug into both of his thighs.

A shuddering breath made its way out of Heimdall's throat. His fingers buried themselves even deeper in your hair.

"Do you feel it?", he asked, pressing tighter against his centre. "This is just the beginning of me."

Holding your breath, you pressed your eyes together to escape the warmth pressing against your cheek.

He was not hard. Not yet.

But the slightly salty smell of his cock was already tickling your nose.

A small, damp stain was forming on the outside of his trousers, stroking your skin like the touch of a tongue.

Trapped in his prison of fabric, he twitched as your nails dug deeper into his flesh.

His eyes flustered shut as he let his head fall back with a groan.

"Oh, the pain you call no joke is just so... refreshing.", he almost had to chuckle as he looked at you again. "I'll make you cry. And then I'll make you scream. And I know you won't stay with me after that."

Looking at him with one eye, you swallowed hard but dared to shake your head slightly. In the movement, your cheek rubbed against his crotch.

His cock reacted. It became harder.

A distinct shape began to emerge in the brown fabric.

It was hard to guess at close range how big he was, but for sure it would be of divine proportions. Probably not unbearably thick, but long and possibly skilled.

Everything he lacked he would make up by his roughness and ignorance.

Heimdall knew how to fuck. It was now a challenge to make it enjoyable for not just himself.

And even though you feared to get hurt in the process your body reacted to his every touch as if you were some kind of animal in heat.

With glowing cheeks you put pressure against his grip and managed to get some distance between you and his dick.

But your eyes remained fixed on his crotch.

Pleased, Heimdall smirked.

"Good (Y/G).", he purred and let go of the back of your head to slide his thumb along the shape of your lips. "You won't be as happy as you are now once I'm done with you."

You didn't care.

You wouldn't ever care.

If he wanted to he would have been allowed to take you as many times as he pleased, until your body was burning with pain and aching under the pressure.

Your eyes followed his every move as his fingers untied the belt of his trousers and pushed them down.

With a soft thud the thick fabric sunk to his ankles to reveal his manhood in all its glory.

You had to hold your breath. It was much bigger than you had thought possible.

But as long as it was, at least it wasn't so thick that you feared it would tear you apart. It would be still a stretch, since it didn't seem human in the slightest. After all he was a god.

Wine-red, plump veins ran through his pale skin to the slightly rosy tip where something of his arousal was already visible.

As you exhaled heavily, he twitched with excitement.

Heimdall's hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look at him with surprising gentleness.

"I don't think I need to be able to read your mind to know that you know what to do next.", his voice was suddenly so rough, so full of lust, that he seemed like a completely different man. "Open your lips for me."

With a tug, he pulled your face closer to him again.

The taste of salt burned on your lips as you tried to stall for time to get used to the mere sight of him.

But the god of foresight was an unyielding man. His other hand gripped the back of your head as he pressed the tip of his cock between your lips.

You took a deep breath.

With a jerk, he granted himself entry to your mouth.

A low growl caught in his throat as the warmth of saliva brushed his skin and ensnared him like a spider its victim.

Again his fingers tangled in your (H/C) hair.

You barely had a moment to breathe before he began to thrust into you.