The arena, which had just moments ago been a cacophony of screams and cheers, was plunged into a stunned silence. Every god, from the lowest Bronze-rank to the mighty All-Father, watched in horrified fascination as Morgana pulled a 20-inch pink dildo from her inventory. The vibrant, almost obscenely cheerful pink stood out like a beacon of carnal sin amidst the dull reds and browns of the Arena.

The silence seemed to last an eternity. The only sound in the whole of the coliseum was the soft slap-slap-slap of her fingers rubbing against the toy as she spread a layer of oil over its surface. The slick, wet noises echoed in the absolute quiet, causing several of the nearby spectators to shiver and gulp in fear.

“Show me your ass,” she repeated, her voice a low, predatory purr that slithered across the silent arena, making more than one god shiver in disgust or morbid anticipation.

Vili’s bloodshot eyes widened, not with rage this time, but with pure, unadulterated terror. He had faced death countless times, had welcomed it even, but this… this was a fate far worse than oblivion. His body, still trembling from the cycle of torture and healing, coiled in on itself, a primal instinct for self-preservation screaming through his divine essence. He scrambled backward, clawing at the slick, blood-soaked stones, a pathetic whimper escaping his lips.

“No… please… no!” he choked out, his voice utterly devoid of its former thunder. The mighty God of War, reduced to a groveling, terrified mess. He didn’t even care that Morgana stripped him naked in front of everyone. He didn’t care that his average dick was showing; all he could think of was the thick pink dildo and that terrifying smile.

“Oh, but yes, Vili. Yes.” Morgana stalked forward, her hips swaying seductively, her crimson aura boiling around her, the pink dildo held aloft like a perverse scepter. It seemed to pulse with an almost sinister energy in her hand. “This is the only way you’ll truly learn your place, little dog.”

She reached him in an instant, a blur of silver hair and crimson aura. With one hand, she grabbed a fistful of his blood-matted red beard, yanking his head back to expose his throat, his face a mask of utter despair. With the other, she brought the dildo down, slapping it hard against his buttocks.

SMACK!

The SMACK rang out like thunder, obscene and humiliating, echoing across the hushed coliseum. The shock of the sound made more than one god flinch in their seats.

Vili’s body jerked from the impact, his face pressed against the cold, cracked stone as Morgana forced his beard downward, grinding his cheek against the floor. His golden ichor smeared across the stone beneath him, mixing with the dirt, sweat, and shame.

“Ahhh… hear that?” Morgana cooed, lifting the dildo and slapping it again against his trembling flesh. SMACK! SMACK! Each strike echoed louder, sharper, than any war drum. “The song of submission. Do you like it? Shall I keep playing it for you, Viking? Shall I break you and your Norse pride into little, whimpering pieces?”

SMACK! SMACK!

The god could not answer.

All he could do was lie there, his mouth agape, his body writhing in a desperate attempt to escape her iron grip. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he thrashed weakly, but Morgana’s grip on his beard was iron, her nails digging into his jawline until droplets of golden ichor ran down her fingers.

“HAHAHAHA” Her laughter rang out, sharp and cruel, as she brought the dildo down again and again, slapping it against his quivering ass with the force to crack the walls of Valhalla.

SMACK! SMACK!

“Pathetic,” Morgana sneered, her voice honeyed with cruelty. She dragged his beard up again, forcing his tear-streaked face to stare at the rows of gods watching. “Look at them, Vili. Look into their eyes. Every one of them sees you now… not as a warrior, not as a god… but as my toy.”

Gasps rippled across the audience, whispers breaking into the silence like cracks in glass as they watched the silver-haired goddess, spreading Vili’s butt cheeks, exposing his puckered, virgin hairy hole.

“She wouldn’t—!”

“She can’t—!”

“Oh, she’s going to—”

Even Odin’s hand twitched on his spear, the veins on his temple flaring as his single eye burned with fury. But the rules of the Nexus bound him. He could not interfere.

As for Lora and Katerina, their faces were flushed red. They could barely believe what was happening. The Norse god was going to get fucked by the Goddess of Sex.

Eir, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear, her white eyes sparkling with sadistic pleasure.

“Oh, yes… break him, Mother”

And then—

PAT!

With a single, vicious swing, the 20-inch dildo slammed home.

“AHHHHH!!!!!!” Vili screamed. A scream that tore through the heavens, raw, agonized, humiliated, louder than any war cry he had ever bellowed in battle. It was not the roar of a warrior, but the broken howl of prey impaled by shame. His fingers clawed desperately at the stone floor, scraping trails of golden blood as his entire frame convulsed under Morgana’s cruel invasion.

“WHAAAAT!!!!” The gods in the stands erupted in chaos.

“She actually did it…”

“The God of War… defiled…”

“This will never be forgotten.”

Some turned away, unable to watch. Others laughed cruelly, voices dripping with mockery. A few—particularly the lower-ranked gods—watched with rapt awe, drinking in the sight of a war god reduced to nothing more than a moaning bitch beneath a goddess of sex and blood.

“Yes… Scream for me,” Morgana leaned forward, her silver hair brushing over Vili’s back as her hips rolled, forcing the toy deeper, then she connected the pink dildo to her hips with straps.

However, that’s what everyone thought had happened; the truth was much more… spicy.

‘I’m not going to miss the chance of fucking a divine ass in front of everyone,’ Morgana exclaimed inwardly, using her inventory with the combination of her transformation skill. 

She slowly grew a real pink cock inside the dildo, and when she buried the toy deep inside Vili’s ass, she threw the dildo in her inventory, allowing her real cock to take place. And since it was the same pink color as the toy, no one noticed, not even Vili, who was too busy screaming and crying.

Only Morgana knew.

Only she felt the heat, the clenching, the divine flesh wrapping tight around her real fleshy cock.

“Ahhh~” She moaned openly, shamelessly, her silver hair cascading around her shoulders, her crimson eyes alight with feral hunger. “Mmm… so tight. I expected more from a god of war, but you’re just a virgin cunt hiding behind an axe.”

Morgana’s hips began to move with a relentless rhythm, each thrust a deliberate act of domination. Vili’s body, once so powerful, was now utterly helpless, pinned beneath her, subjected to a torment that shattered him far more thoroughly than any battle wound. His screams became a choked, continuous whine, his face buried in the blood-stained stone, golden tears mixing with the ichor.

The gods in the stands could scarcely believe their eyes. Some covered their faces, others leaned forward with morbid fascination. A low-rank sex goddess who came to watch the fight just to pass the time was now watching the horny goddess fucking a Norse god like a bitch in heat.

Suddenly, something inside her clicked, as if she realized a hidden truth. At that moment, her divinity progress in the sex concept simply skyrocketed; she managed to jump two whole ranks in the understanding of sex.

Just from seeing Morgana fucking someone in the ass.

Another god also reacted similarly to the sex goddess, but in another twisted concept.

Torture.

The way Morgana kept slicing and healing Vili’s limbs, the way she tortured and humiliated him and even now, the way she was fucking him mercilessly in front of every god watching, that was enough to allow this god to advance one rank in the torture concept, giving him ideas of new ways to break the mind and the flesh.

PAT! PAT! PAT!

Morgana continued to pound the hairy ass, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing loud and filthy in the otherwise silent arena.

“She’s destroying him!”

“This… this isn’t just humiliation, it’s sacrilege!”

“By the Nine Worlds… Odin won’t forgive this.”

Odin’s fury was volcanic. His eye burned with apocalyptic rage, his spear vibrating in his hand, the runes along its shaft flaring like lightning. His entire frame shook as he leaned forward in his throne, his voice booming across the Arena like thunder:

“MORGANA! ENOUGH!”

But Morgana didn’t stop. She met his burning gaze as she drove deeper into his war god’s body, her grin widening into something feral and sadistic.

“Enough? You don’t command me, One-Eye!” she screamed back, her voice drowning out Vili’s sobs. “This is the fate of those who stand against me! Watch closely—because this is only the beginning.”

“Now beg me, Viking.” She bent low, her lips brushing Vili’s ear, her thrusts merciless. “Beg me to keep going, say that you’re my toy… or I’ll make Odin watch me split you apart until your godhood bleeds dry.”

“Ahh….Ahhh…AHHHHH” Vili was crying, his tears of ichor running down his scarred cheeks. He couldn’t stop. His pride, his strength, everything was gone; his mind was broken, and his body was being used as a toy.

“Pl-please…. Ahhh… I’m… your… toy”

“Louder,” Morgana slapped his ass hard, leaving a pink handprint.

“AHHH!” Vili’s scream mixed with his sobs, “Please… I’m… your toy… Ahhh.. please, don’t… stop. I’m begging… ah… you”

“…”

The Arena fell silent.

No one spoke. No one moved.

Every god in attendance, from nameless Bronze rabble to kings of pantheons, stared in disbelief at the sight of the Norse God of War, red-bearded Vili, groveling under Morgana’s thrusts and begging to remain her toy.

The weight of his words crashed through the Nexus like a divine earthquake.

“Did… did he just say—?”

“The war god… begged her?”

“Impossible… no, I heard it…!”

It was a moment that none of them would ever forget, a memory branded forever on their minds.

Morgana rose to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate, savoring every gasp from the stands. Her hands hooked under Vili’s arms, locking behind his head in a crushing full-nelson grip. His legs dangled helplessly, his toes scraping the stone floor as she lifted his massive body like a ragdoll.

Her hips never stopped.

PAT! PAT! PAT!

Each thrust drove him further onto her cock, his body shuddering in broken sobs, his golden ichor dripping down her thighs and spattering the Arena floor. The once-mighty God of War now hung limply in her grasp, spread open, moaning pitifully while thousands of gods bore witness.

The silence was suffocating.

Every god knew what they were seeing was unprecedented. No death trial had ever devolved into this. No humiliation had ever scarred an entire pantheon so deeply. And now, Morgana twisted the knife even further.

She turned her head slowly—her silver hair whipping around her, her crimson eyes glowing like burning suns—and locked her gaze directly on Odin.

The All-Father. The God-king of the Norse.

Morgana grinned, wide and cruel, as she bucked her hips, forcing Vili to cry out like a broken whore right in front of him.

And then Morgana came.

Like a dam bursting, her divine seed erupted into Vili’s broken body. Hot, thick, endless. His belly distended, swelling obscenely as the sheer volume filled him to overflowing. White cum spurted back out around her pink cock, dribbling down his thighs, splattering across the stones in thick ropes that hissed as they mingled with his golden ichor.

The sight was apocalyptic.

“She… she’s filling him…”

“He looks pregnant…”

“Gods above… the Goddess of Sex just bred a god of war.”

Louder gasps echoed from the horrified crowd with every new swell. Vili’s belly bulged grotesquely, each pulse of seed stretching him further.

As for Morgana, she simply flashed a warm smile, locking her crimson eyes with Odin’s blue eye.

“Did you like the show, All-Father?”

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