SPOILER WARNING for the game
Freya hadn’t realized how lonely she felt. It just snuck up on her as she was planning in her room at Sindri’s. She had thought vengeance had consumed her, but there was still room for loneliness it seemed. The need for companionship beyond her comrades. Maybe that was why she welcomed Tyr’s company when he offered it, the right thing spoken at the right time. She gazed up into the former god of war’s glowing eyes, so full of affection as they looked down at her. She felt the back of his hand brush her cheek, an act which once might’ve made her tense, reminding her of her marriage. But right now she felt so alone and Tyr was in the right place at the right time. She stepped up to him, her own hand brushing his cheek in return as he gently leant down and kissed it. She had almost forgotten how it felt to kiss another man and get butterflies in her stomach.
It was a curious act making love to a man a few feet taller than her, but not the strangest encounter she’d taken part in (or brought upon herself). The Aesir god wrapped his arms around her as she rose onto her toes, looping her arms around his sturdy neck as they made out softly. Freya’s defenses crumbled as she kissed the god, longing compelling her actions as her hands reached down to the waistband of his trousers. Tyr didn’t say anything as he rose up to his full height, a height that negated her need to knee in order to pull his trousers down and reveal his neglected manhood. She pondered how long it had been since Tyr had companionship of his own. She shared a silent moment with him before stroking his penis, using her gentle touch to bring it back to life before breathing new energy into it with a kiss to his tip. Tyr moaned as Freya pleasured him, his head rolling back as she caressed and stroked him before leaning down and bringing his penis into her mouth. It had been a long time since the Vanir goddess had sucked a man’s cock and was relieved to find she hand lost her touch. Tyr’s throat rumbled as she took him down her throat, his hand stroking her hair gently guiding her down his shaft. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling as she pleasured them both, the yearning in her body rising as she felt the cock throb in her mouth.
Their moment of companionship was briefly interrupted when she heard footsteps a few feet away. Brok had stumbled upon them and was gawking with a big grin. She pulled away from Tyr flushing red from embarrassment, furiously scolding him with a glance before using her magic to slam the door in his face. She heard the dwarf chuckling outside as she rushed over to lock it, calming her fury and quelling the humiliation. She was fortunate Tyr was there, his presence soothing her temper as he put his hands on her shoulders gently. When she was calm she exhaled a long breath, his fingers massaging into her neck relaxing her knots. When he cupped her chin to turn her back around, she didn’t resist. When his gentle hands cautiously unhooked the straps of her armor, she didn’t object. When he unbuttoned her dress, she let it fall down her toned body onto the floor. She stood in front of the Aesir god, naked and beautiful, vulnerable and lonely, accepting his offer with butterflies in her stomach. She reached up and kissed him again, following him into his arms as he pulled her gently to the floor with him, the Vanir Goddess climbing onto his lap accepting his offer of companionship.
It may have been a while since Freya had laid with a god, but she came to the conclusion Tyr was the gentlest lover she’d ever had sex with. He took it slow, letting her set the pace as she mounted his erection, easing herself onto his cock with a gratified sigh. She rode his lap sensually, savoring the feeling of his large penis inside her pussy, her back arching in pleasure as she moaned. Tyr gazed up at her in silence, mesmerized by her beauty as she rocked on top of him, her breasts bouncing rhythmically upon her chest with each breath she took. His hands roamed her thighs, stroking her hips as they moved back and forth with the care of a craftsman. She looked down at his malnourished chest, her hands caressing his muscles as she bent down to kiss his skin, shivering as his hands drifted up her back. Their lips met once more, passion filling their senses as they made love on the warm polished floor. The sex got steamy as they got lost in each other, exploring sensitive places left neglected for so long. Freya gave herself over to the god, gave her body and mind and soul to the pleasure he brought her as she bounced on his mighty cock, throwing her head back releasing a hungry moan as she climaxed. One orgasm was not the end as Tyr guided her into another, and then another, each bringing joy to the goddess’s life reminding her how wonderful it was to feel loved. She twisted her body around to ride him in the reverse pose, her spine bending backwards as his hands cupped her breasts, her feet planted either side of his waist as he thrust up into her.
The Aesir god growled softly as she massaged his shaft with her body, staring up at her sexy back as she rode his lap. In this position she couldn’t look at him, even if she had her eyes open. He allowed a small smile as he felt up his ex-wife’s body, remembering how good they used to be together, how incredible their sex was in the beginning. Freya moaned in joy, blissfully unaware of her surroundings or of whose hands were caressing her breasts and neck, whose cock was plunging into her pussy, whose semen was being injected into her womb when he came alongside her. She gave herself to pleasure, pleasure of the orgasm that rocked her body as she milked the god’s cock, igniting a fire inside of her she hadn’t felt in so long.
When it was over she collapsed on top of Tyr’s body, the pair of them heaving from exhaustion. Tyr’s arms wrapped around her comfortingly, his cock still nestled in her dripping pussy. She cradled him as she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder stroking his chin affectionately. She had enjoyed his company well tonight.
After a satisfyingly quiet moment they head the doors opening, heavy footsteps indicating Kratos had returned with Atreus. Freya quickly came to her senses and slimmed off Tyr’s body, cleaning herself up with Vanir magic before getting dressed. Neither of them said anything as they composed themselves, but they did share one last look of fondness as they paused at the door. Tyr stroked Frigg’s cheek, and she smiled back kissing his cheek. Then they both left the room, neither speaking of what had happened to anyone or each other. For Freya it was a moment of madness she would look back on fondly, the memory bringing a smile to her face.
That is until she discovered Tyr was never here and the man impersonating him was in fact her ex husband Odin, after which the memory made her sick and even more vengeful.
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