Request: hey can u do a dom!hela x sub!reader where they do it in one of asgard's gardens
The princess of Asgard was more used to getting her way than any other citizen of the growing realm. After all, she was the princess. She held the fear of most of her servants and many of her subjects. Most.
You were Hela's personal maid and you were never afraid of her. You'd been caring for Hela as she'd been alive, a few years older so she was entrusted to your charge. You'd been there while she was learning her magic, making her own crown. You'd been there through the tantrums and you'd taken the brunt of many an accidental lashing out. She was young and powerful and that power was only growing.
Now, the was the crowned princess - with her own crown of course - and one of the most feared in all the realms. Her combat skill were unparalleled and any enemy she killed she could instantly resurrect and summon to their side. She was practically unstoppable in battle. And beyond.
As you said, she was used to getting her way.
Anywhere she was, you'd come looking and this time, she was looking forward to it. A slow, confident smirk stretched Hela's face as she heard your quick steps. Most people would think you were worried, but she knew you had a fast stride. You were, like her, going somewhere. She saw a flash of your clothing as you turned the corner and the tension leaked from your body. You were a bit worried.
She supposed it was only fair; she'd gotten better at hiding from you over the years, as a challenge for your mind to stay as keen as hers. And you rose on every occasion. Any challenge she had ever given you, you'd passed with flying colors. And you'd seen her grow, seen her lose control of her magic, held her as she cried, only a few years older than you. She had come to rely on you. She learned to depend on your footsteps always seeking her out at least once an hour. She loved the way you looked in your clothes and she'd adore seeing you in hers, or none at all.
Well, she was working on that. You were about to disappear again, allow her her solitude, so considerate.
Hela melted into the shadows she cast and appeared in yours, pinning you against the fountain Odin had built in the garden he'd given his new wife. She felt a bit of rage, knowing the woman was weakening her father, but looked up into your alarmed eyes and felt the world steady around her. She smiled, a sweet one reserved only for you and her father. "Forgive me, I was hoping you'd come. Waiting."
You were accustomed to Hela's emotions randomly surfacing, an undeniable side effect of so many wars, but she'd never told you a hope so personal. She had her monarchical wishes for the kingdom, and the other ones which would soon become her kingdom, and the cruel ones for those who ever harmed her or hers to flay alive and for eternity. To hear she hoped for you sparked your own foolish hope. You'd loved your princess since seeing her, learning to support her head, and you'd been in love with her since you were a teenager. Of course, she was your charge and your princess so nothing could arise so you did the best you could raising her after her mother's passing. She grew up loved, though cursed with the power of Death. "Apologies for the wait, my lady?" you guessed, unsure of how to respond.
That displeased her; you saw the disappointment in her eyes, but she still smiled. She raised one hand from your shoulder, the other still pinning you, and held your face. "Oh," she intoned, making your heart jump, "my sweet. My guardian." She stepped into you.
"My lady?" you echoed.
Hela's eyes seemed to glow as she stared down at you. She traced over every feature as if she might never see it again. "I command you to be honest for me."
Your gaze up into her own went lax at the use of 'for me'. You'd do anything for her and she knew it.
The goddess leaned down that last bit and kissed you. She released your shoulder, feeling you not relax because the bird fountain was two layered and that would hurt, but try to while kissing her back. Neither of you were very good, or experienced, but just the confirmation had Hela growling. She gripped your clothing and you felt it thin from the force, unweaving enough to snap if she yanked. "Yes?" she asked expectantly.
You nodded against her, unable to consider all of the reasons you'd tried to talk yourself out of loving her with all your life at that moment. You sought out her lips again, helpless.
She growled again, tearing your clothes and kissing you again before moving down. What she lacked in skill, she made up for in curiosity. Hela gripped your thighs, holding you up to sit on the lower level of the bird bath and explored your neck and chest. "If you wish for me to stop, you grab my hair. Otherwise, you will never do so." She dove back in.
You whined as she nibbled on your neck. You gasped when she traced her tongue down your collarbone. You arched as she sucked on your breast like a baby starving.
Her chilled fingers slipped down your front, tickling and earning more sounds but seeking a higher prize. She left you to sit on the first level of the unbreakable-stone-made fountain, squatting to hold your thighs apart. She was breathless as the visual you created, how soaked you were probably since she put her hands on you. She cleaned up your thigh for no other reason than to tease because they would get messy again. It helped that you made such sweet sounds. The first swipe of her tongue had you attempting to jerk away, but Hela had your thighs pinned to her.
You gripped the sides of the fountain easiest for you. She pulled you more securely against her, tongue dipping inside you, and your back lost some strength, as did one hand. You were quite dependent on the structure Hela had chosen for you, though you attempted to regain your grip. Your rings made small clicking sounds as you gripped the stone. Your back arched as Hela's wet tongue left your weeping hole, tracing upward. Your hips twisted in her grip as she found something better and you held both hands on the upper level of the fountain, desperate not to grab her hair. She couldn't stop- You were right- "Hela!" you squeaked, feeling the need to warn her.
She pulled back very suddenly, leaving you now cold and naked in the outside air. She flipped her hair over her shoulder with the flick of her head, stepping further back. "Kneel," she commanded in a suddenly very powerful tone. She rested one hand on her hip, donning the posture of a queen.
You were helpless to obey. Your ass and knees would bruise from how you fell but it was nothing to your devotion to Hela.
With a fond smile, she stepped back toward you. One hand found your hair. She held it in an iron grip, pulling you under the skirt the other had lifted. You almost vanished under it once you made contact with your princess' heat. She dropped the layers to hold one hand on your shoulder. You were even less experienced with this part than Hela, something that pleased her as much as it turned her on. Your sloppy attempts were sweet, but- her legs turned to jello when you slipped inside just as she had, but you brought fingers into the mix. Hela suddenly wished she'd warmed hers inside you. Her hand on your shoulder, the other holding your hair, she was as dependant on you as you'd been. It was a delight to hear her own moans, though muffled by her thighs and skirt. Your thumb applied pressure to her clit while your tongue stayed inside her, tasting her orgasm from the source. She was hot and pulsing around you and she very suddenly changed in your mouth.
Fluid flooded your tongue while Hela allowed more than the sex to wash over her. The blackness she used to form her crown was used for something quite different as her clit mutated out into a small, yet growing phallus. You were unfamiliar with male anatomy, only vying for the fairer, and pulled away.
Hela's skirt was pulled over your head again and she pulled back. "Unless you want to be on the fountain again, find a surface, my sweet." She relished how the nickname had a new, though not untrue, meaning. You backed away from the bird bath, and your princess who stalked toward you, and sat on the bench you and she had had many a conversation on. You'd never done this. Standing astride the bench, the future queen stared down at you, dark locks trailing over her shoulders. She was the royal and you were the prey, her prey, only hers. She held your abdomen very carefully, hands gripping where your ribs were. She could easily kill you like this, but instead turned you over.
You whimpered as her clothes melted as she did so. You wanted to see her. But you obediently put your hands on the stone, standing in front of your princess, presenting.
Hela took deep, hedonistic pleasure out of this and slowly lined up with your cunt. She wasn't as big as she could grow, but that would come. Instead, she made you feel good one inch at a time. The princess had taken many a-servants virginity to test the most pleasurable way to do this. You were so wet, you were practically dripping onto the ground while going down on her so she wasn't truly concerned. As she moved in, you let her, so slick she grew inside you, stretching you until you let out a shout. She moved back, then back in, at a slow pace to test it out. You moaned. She did it again, harder. Careful never to hurt you until you asked for it, she soon found herself jackhammering into you, listening to your drawn out moan.
"My sweet, my sweet, you feel- so good- wet, tight, fuck. Oh, my-" Hela could feel herself getting close and reached an arm around your waist to pulled you up against her, and back and against her and back and she rubbed your clit, listening to the vague begging run off into a slurred mess. "Mine," she growled into your idle ear.
You tried to fall against the bench as you came down, but she kept going, just as fast and you felt yourself get close again. "Yours. Shit- my queen!" you tried to warn, but instead just came, hard harder than before and you soaked Hela, the both of you in a haze of love and heat as she worked you both through the waves crashing.
Hela braced herself with a hand beside your head. She barely didn't fall on top of you and simple kissed your shoulder. She hummed. "I liked that queen bit," she admitted.
You huffed a laugh. "You always were," you mumbled in a lost voice.
The brunette royal looked down at her maid, her servant, her guide, coated with sweat, skin heaving. The woman always immaculate, always taking care of the future queen, limp beneath her. Hela supposed it was her turn to bathe and change you. She moved one leg around to stand on one side of the bench and she hauled you up into her arms, bridal style. Now there was a thought. You could bear her babies. You whimpered in surprise as you flew, then to be situated so firmly again her dressed state again. She abandoned your two halves of a dress and melted the two of you into the shadows, appearing in her chambers. Your chambers now.