DigitalPlayground – Whor Goddess of Thunder A DP Parody

The Realm of Asgard trembled as Thor, the God of Thunder, pounded his hammer Mjolnir into the stone ground, creating a massive shockwave. The thunderous boom echoed through the realms, alerting all of his presence. He stormed into the grand hall, his golden locks swaying behind him, his chiseled abs rippling beneath his hammer-decorated armor. His blue eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched tight.

Thor slammed his fist on the table, causing the Einherjar to jump in their seats. “Someone has stolen my hammer, and I will not rest until it is returned,” he declared, his voice booming through the hall.

His mother, Frigga, Enable272 stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. “My son, why don’t you take a break? You’ve been working non-stop, searching for your hammer. You need to relax.”

Thor scoffed, his nose flaring, his hands clenching into fists. “Relax? How can I relax when my most prized possession has been stolen? I will not rest until it is found.”

Frigga sighed, shaking her head. She knew there was no use in trying to convince him otherwise. “Very well, my son. But promise me you’ll take a break when you return.”

Thor nodded, his expression softening slightly. “I promise, Mother.”

With that, Thor stormed out of the hall, his cape billowing behind him. He knew he had to search for Mjolnir, but he also knew he needed a distraction. A way to take his mind off the stress of the situation.

And that’s when he saw her.

A young, blonde woman, walking through the streets of Asgard. She was petite, with large, fake breasts that strained against the fabric of her tight, revealing outfit. She looked up at him, her blue eyes widening as their gazes locked.

Thor approached her, a smirk on his face. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” he purred, his eyes roaming over her voluptuous body.

The woman giggled, biting her lip coyly. “I’m Camille, your Highness,” she said, dropping into a curtsey.

Thor reached out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close to him. “And what brings a sweet, innocent thing like you to the realm of the gods?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.

Camille giggled again, pressing herself against him. “I’ve come to offer myself to you, my God,” she said, her voice breathy.

Thor’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Is that so?” he asked, his hand sliding down to grab her ass.

Camille moaned, her hips bucking against him. “Yes, my Lord. I want to please you in every way imaginable.”

Thor’s eyes darkened, his grip on her tightening. “And I want to watch you please yourself for me,” he growled.

Camille shuddered, her pussy clenching at his words. “Yes, my Lord,” she breathed.

Thor led her to a secluded spot, hidden from prying eyes. He leaned against a tall tree, watching as Camille began to strip, her eyes never leaving his.

She was a vision of perfection, her skin glistening in the sunlight, her breasts bouncing as she shimmied out of her tight shorts. She was completely hairless, her pussy glistening with her juices.

Camille lay back, her legs spreading wide as she began to touch herself, her fingers sliding over her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking as she lost herself in the pleasure of her own touch.

Thor watched, his hand reaching down to grab his hard cock through his armor. He stroked himself, his eyes never leaving Camille’s body.

“Fuck me, your majesty,” Camille moaned, her fingers plunging deep into her tight, wet cunt.

Thor growled, unclasping his armor and freeing his massive, throbbing cock. He stroked it slowly, watching as Camille fingered herself faster, harder, her moans growing louder.

“Oh gods, yes,” Camille cried out, her body trembling as she approached her peak.

Thor couldn’t take it anymore. He lunged forward, his cock slamming deep into Camille’s tight, dripping cunt. She screamed, her pussy clenching around him as he began to pound into her, his hips smacking against her ass.

They fucked hard and fast, their bodies slapping together, their moans and cries filling the air. Thor could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm approaching.

“Fuck, Camille, I’m going to cum,” he growled, slamming into her deeper, harder.

Camille cried out, her pussy spasming around him as she came, her juices flowing over his cock. Thor followed soon after, his seed spurting deep inside of her, filling her up.

They collapsed together, Thor’s body covering hers as they caught their breath. Thor nuzzled her neck, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

“That was incredible,” Camille purred, her nails trailing down his back.

Thor chuckled, nibbling on her earlobe. “Indeed it was, my dear. Indeed it was.”

But as they lay there, basking in the afterglow of their incredible fuck, Thor’s thoughts drifted back to Mjolnir. He knew he couldn’t rest until he found his hammer, but for now, he was content to enjoy the company of his new lover.

Little did he know, Camille wasn’t just a simple goddess groupie. She was the목 gezeigt daughter of Loki, the God of Mischief, and she had stolen Mjolnir for her father’s gain.

She smiled wickedly to herself, knowing that she had Thor exactly where she wanted him. And she was going to make him beg for more, one hard, throbbing cock at a time.