Who Won? [Deadpool X Hela] [Prompt Winner] (Patreon)

Synopsis: Hela finally won Asgard, but here comes Deadpool crashing through the roof. What could go wrong? Will he submit? Or will the Goddess of Death lose herself to the temptations?

Tags: Hardcore, comedy, fucked_silly, rough sex, Dommy Mommy, Deadpool being Deadpool.

By Ms.Squirtle

A/N: [ABC] (ABC) are the two voices in Deadpool's head.

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In a land far, far away, there lived a mercenary clad in red tights. He floated in space, traversing through dimensions on his own somehow. However, Deadpool was never bored since he was never truly on his own. The stern [white] and the confused (yellow), always accompanied him in his head.

"See that, motherfuckers! The narrator has to explain who you guys are. Note how she explains nothing about where we are. Tsk… lazy writing, I say."

[Does it even matter?]

(That’s not even the point.)

"Point? What point? As far as I know, she’s taking us somewhere… exciting!” Deadpool talked with the two voices in his head.

[The point is we’re entering a new dimension.]

(The very cartooney dimension; they got magical princesses now...)

"I've said it before, it’s not a princess if they don’t have animal sidekicks."

[Well, you’re not wrong…]

(Was he ever right?)

“…”

Boom!

Deadpool crashed through the ceiling of what seemed to be a dark throne room.

Coughing and struggling to fix his bones back in place, he turned over on the floor and saw the big golden throne. There, clad in what seemed to be black leather, sat a very sultry, sexy woman. Her long legs were crossed together while her long green nails tapped on the armrest.

The black leather on her body accentuated the slopes of her curves as her firm, round assets jutted beautifully.

“Who are you?” She asked calmly, as the rosy lips on her pale face curled into a sinister smile framed by her long black hair. Hela shifted in her seat, leaned to one side, and switched her crossed legs. “You dare to ruin my hall?”

[Seems like we found the boss lady.]

(Mommy...)

“Yep, mom… I mean, ugh…” Wade stretched his aching back and stood up. “Just your friendly neighborhood dimensional traveler. Nice place you got here, big throne room, open balcony, a view of the stars… yup …”

Wade slowly paced around, noticing the heavy armor-wearing guards standing silently in the shadows with green eyes. His mind ran 100 miles a second, counting how many enemies compared to the bullets he had.

“Silence!” Hela’s voice suddenly echoed through the room. This was her first night conquering Asgard after a lengthy scheme. Having rested for only a moment, she didn’t have the patience to listen to some clown mumble incoherently. She still needed to check what was left in Odin’s Trophy Room.

Hela raised he hand to shoo away her men. They all did as silently commanded and closed the door behind them with a loud thud, locking it completely.

“Come closer,” she leaned forward, giving Wade a better view of her leather-clad, beautifully formed assets.

“Actually…” Deadpool pulled up a finger. “I think I better leave; this isn’t exactly…”

[I second that.]

(I'm staying to see you suffer.)

“I told you to come here,” the woman’s voice dropped to a lower, more dangerous tone. Her hand moved, and suddenly, something like black mist formed behind Deadpool, solidifying into chains that strapped him on an X-frame. His wrists and ankles were tied, even his neck.

“Kinky… But you know it should be a dinner date, then rough, unprotected adult time, right? I’ve got my safe word ready… It’s no, stop, please…” Deadpool rambled on.

[Would you even pay for dinner?]

(Don’t know, don’t care… yee-pee!)

Hela stood up from her throne and slowly descended the steps towards Deadpool, “Midgardian… Why are you here?”

“Why are we all here anyway? For the enjoyment of those people looking at us from their computers, going tappy tappy tappy every day… hugk!” The strap around his neck suddenly tightened.

Hela stood in front of him, trailing her fingernail up toward his neck, then gently pulling his chin down to look at her. “Hmm… more than one soul in a single body. How… ridiculous.”

Wade struggled to free his hands, but the bounds that tied him weren’t normal ropes. “Magic? Figures… wait, are you a Dis… Gah! Hurts like a son of a bitch!”

Hela suddenly slashed Wade’s face with her nails, leaving three bloody nail marks on his jaw, and ripped his mask half open. His upper mask was intact, but the mouth and jaw part had slid to the floor.

She stared at his wound for a second, realizing they were squirming back into intact flesh within a short moment.

“Interesting…” Her eyes lit up a little, ignoring Wade’s cry in pain. “Let’s see how far your healing can save you.”

Hela's hand caressed Wade’s chin, then her fingers went down to his neck and started gripping it, slowly clenching around his windpipe. Wade being Wade, didn’t really feel the threat of death. On the contrary, feelings of excitement and the nasties started tickling his belly.

[You’re sweating.]

(Like a whore in church, hehe…)

Crack!

Deadpool’s neck broke in an instant.

Hela’s eyes dimmed with disappointment for a moment, then she let go of his neck and turned to walk back to her throne. Her black cape fluttered behind her as the leather-covered plump bottom swayed for a couple of steps.

“Fuckety fuck tart!… I think cough… cough… we can always talk this out, right? Cough... cough…” Deadpool suddenly came back to life, coughing incessantly.

Hela paused as her eyes lit up once again, then turned on her sharp heels, “Fascinating… Death has no domain over you. You would make a great soldier, no… General. I don’t know how you got here, but I would never pass off on an interesting new toy.”

“I’m not a toy. I have feelings. Deep, deep, deep down,” Wade answered nonchalantly.

Hela came closer, so close that Wade could feel her breath on his mask. “I can offer you a lot more than you think, riches, land… maybe even the entirety of Midgard.”

“…” Wade started thinking about it.

“No? Then your own world? An entire realm of your own…” Hela trailed five sharp nails down his suit, creating a titillating sound as they scraped the fabric down to his pelvic area. Then she noticed the bump on his crotch, sizeable, yet still could grow.

She licked her sultry lips, “Maybe something more?” Her hands slowly curled around his bulge and grabbed onto him. “The chance to please a goddess and become my pet.”

“Ugh!” Wade’s body stiffened up a bit, taking deep breaths. “Yes, Mommy…”

(Mommy!)

[Ugh, I’m out. Call us when you wake up.]

(Hey! White! Stop dragging me away! Stop!)

…

Hela’s hands started to knead Wade’s growing arousal, feeling it swell in her palm. “Such a naughty pet… I’ll have to teach you some manners.”

Wade shivered all over, enjoying the rough sensation on his straining shaft. “Yep… manners… like a real man.”

Hela gripped his throbbing member even harsher. “A pet doesn’t speak unless spoken to,” Hela smiled sinisterly, enjoying the play.

Wade nodded fervently. If he had a tail, it would undoubtedly be wagging right about now.

Hela liked his answer and started to wave her fingers, changing the form of the restraints on the X-frame.

Thud!

Wade suddenly dropped to the floor and realized that he was already half naked. All he was left wearing was the lower part of his suit, his sliced mask, and a black collar around his neck, and a leash connecting all the way to a handle in Hela’s hand.

Hela licked her lips at the sight of the scars on his muscular abdomen and chest, truly the form of a warrior, just how she liked them.

“Heel!” She commanded as she pulled Wade up the stairs to her throne.

Wade followed along, on all four, fully aroused as his throbbing manhood started to struggle in his pants.

As they reached the throne, Hela sat in her seat, eyeing Wade from top to bottom. Wade pretended to act shy, letting his tongue out like a dog in heat.

“Sit!” She commanded, and Wade instinctively followed, sitting on his knees in front of her.

“Such a good pet…” She baby-talked him, feeling immense pleasure from the way he acted.

“Well now, you truly are a good material for a subordinate… let's see how far you’ll go to pleasure me,” she smiled alluringly as she magically dispersed the black leather clothes on her body, allowing them to disappear into smoke.

Her perfectly formed breasts bounced like cream, her pale white skin glistened under the light, and her dark raven hair glimmered. Wade couldn’t take his eyes off her, especially from his lower angle. Her flushed peaks looked larger and delectable. The entrance to her loins was already starting to damp.

Hela raised her right leg and placed her dainty toes on his shoulder, “Come on, beg me, beg for mommy.”

Deadpool didn’t waste any time and started kissing her toes, licking his way up her ankle and right knee. His other hand teased and kneaded her left fleshy thigh, slowly coming closer to the juncture of her thighs.

“Hmmm…” Hela moaned, feeling the pleasure as she leaned back on her throne while both her hands clutched onto the armrests.

Wade's tongue started to reach the sweet spot, drawing circles around her tiny kernel.

Hela grabbed the sides of his collar with both hands, pulling him closer to her center of paradise. “Ah… keep going, my little pet, ah... If you satisfy me, I’ll reward you… ummm… handsomely.”

Wade’s tongue moved even more frantically, caressing her wet pink petals and parting them as it entered her slick hot sheath.

"There's my good boy," Hela purred as Wade sucked and licked his way inside. She patted his head lovingly as she watched him enjoy every bit of essence flowing out of her and gulped it down.

Hela loved watching Wade whimper as he started flicking his tongue desperately, penetrating her with his nasty tongue, trying to stretch it deeper into her.

Wade moaned as he enjoyed every bit of it, his hands busy kneading Hela’s honey-soft thighs.

"Just like that, my sweet," she praised as she caressed him gently. "You're making your master so proud."

Hela moaned as she got wetter and wetter.

Wade braved the waters as his tongue started licking her little nub of love, and his left hand started to use two of his fingers to rub around the lips of her entrance. Slowly, he slid them in, penetrating the moistness between her legs.

“Uhmmm…” Hela’s body arched up a bit, allowing her perky mounts to heave up with pleasure.

Wade’s fingers slid in and out easily, coated with her juices as his tongue kept busy rubbing and flicking her clitoris. Her juices flowed on the throne, even dripping onto the floor.

Hela started to feel the pleasure penetrate her bones and kneaded her own breasts in delight. Her swollen, aching nipples flushed red as she pinched and teased them herself. Both her legs were placed on Wade’s shoulders, giving him unrestricted access to her warm, damp entrance.

As Wade's finger fucked her deeper, reaching her deepest inner walls, Hela moaned in ecstasy as her steaming hot pussy clenched and shuddered around his fingers. Her body arched on the throne as her loins were shoved harder towards Wade’s face. “Ahhh… yesss… keep going!”

“As you wish, Mistress,” he mumbled into her slippery cunt.

His fingers vigorously moved, thrusting and plunging deep into her.

“Aahhh!” Hela suddenly came with a loud cry of bliss.

Her body shattered with a frenzied explosion of exquisite sensations. Her legs clamped shut, forcing Wade’s head to stay in place and lick clean all the juices that burst and flowed out of her. Then he kneaded her thighs a bit roughly, trying to tap out for breath.

Hela’s body finally relaxed on the throne, allowing Wade to breathe.

“Ah… such a good boy,” Hela smiled with satisfaction. “Now… time for your reward. Stand up.”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Wade had a giddy tone in his voice as he stood up in front of Hela.

Hela slowly pulled down his pants and his underwear, allowing his throbbing erection to come out. It was larger than normal for a mere mortal, comparable to any Asgardian she had ever seen. He had bumps and healed scars on his shaft, a nasty concoction of cancer and healing, forming a rabid little monster.

Hela licked her lips in craving, seeing how his rigid flesh was ready to go. She patted his swollen little purple head, “Such a greedy little thing…”

“Oh, it’s more than greedy,” Wade smiled proudly with both hands on his waist, posing like a certain super guy.

Hela stood up, pressing her glistening pale breasts on his chest, “Let’s see what you can do, my pet.”

Wade gulped as his hands clenched and released, ready to handle those beautiful assets.

She suddenly pulled him to sit on the throne. Wade almost felt the wind knocked right out of him.

Then, her plump, wide ass started to back onto his lap. Wade hissed and took a deep breath as he felt his dick slowly part her vulva, gently squeezing him and going deeper into her, vanishing inside, inch by inch.

Hela moaned in pleasure as she felt his bumps and grooves scratch her insides delicately, slipping into her depths and stretching her sticky, wet walls. Then, with a final wiggle of her ass, he stuck gold.

Perfectly controlling the muscles in her pelvis, Hela clenched and released, kneading and milking his thick hardness.

“Fuck!” Wade stiffened up, his hands grabbing onto her slim waist from behind.

“You like that?” Hela smiled as her face started to flush with bliss. She didn’t need to look at him as she could feel his fingers dig into her soft flesh as she began to straddle his thighs and push her ass down even harder onto him.

“Yes, Mommy! God! … Feel’s amazing,” Wade’s hands started to slide up her perfectly toned belly and finally held on to her firm peaks. His fingers moved and kneaded her nipples, pinching them between his fingers.

“Uhm… naughty naughty,” Hela giggled as she held his hands to squeeze her peaks even tighter. She started moving her hips up and down, jumping and jolting in her love seat. She stroked him with her tight, slimy walls, sending waves of pleasure up his spine.

Wade’s cock moved like a snake, in and out of the nasty wet hole with ease. His throbbing shaft tickled her insides like a greedy goblin, glistening with her juices.

“You like… ah…your reward?” Hela asked. Her hips moving vigorously, milking his cock for every bit of pleasure.

“Gkk… Ahhh! Woo hooo!” Wade didn’t give a damn about answering. He was arching his back, shoving his straining rod even higher into her. Her ass collided with his pelvis, their sound echoing in the throne room. His wild side came out, lost in pleasure.

“Ah! Ahh… ahhh… yess!” Hela started to lose herself too, her inner walls tightening around his rough cock.

She almost fell forward from all the vigorous moments, so she steadied herself while holding on to his knees. However, Wade didn’t give her a chance to. He suddenly held both her arms and pulled them behind her.

“Ah! Stop, you…” Hela’s eyes widened, but she couldn’t stop her indecent hips. Her body wanted it, craving it, yearning for a hot and heavy fuck.

“My turn,” Wade chuckled and thrust his rock-hard shaft into her.

“Ah!!” Hela felt helpless against the arousal.

Wade suddenly stood up, still holding Hela in front of him, then he fucked her from behind. Going in deep and hard, while his one hand grabbed her wrist behind her, and his other slapped her ass until he left a deep red handprint.

Hela enjoyed the rough treatment as she moaned and yelped, betraying her goddess persona. Now, she looked more like a slut in heat, ready to pleasure him.

Wade’s cock stretched her all the way with his sheer size, showing no mercy. Sensing she wasn’t really resisting, he let go of her arms and grabbed her hair, plunging deep with every shove. “Who’s the daddy now?”

“Ah! AH! Yess yess… fuck me, daddy!”

“As you wish, Mistress…” Wade chuckled and slammed into her harder and faster.

Eventually, he felt her clench his cock with her wet walls. Hela’s body tensed up, and her toes curled in ecstasy.

“Not yet!” Wade slapped her ass harder, distracting her from her blissful daze. He stuffed her sex hole and lifted her hips a little, then plunged in harder.

He could feel his blood flowing down into his loins, ready to fill the slutty hole he was fucking. He increased the tempo, “Aaagghhh yes!!!”

“Ahh!”

A moment later, they both climaxed together in minutes, sensing the sheering bliss as their fluids mixed together inside her. Her pussy dribbled out with his white essence as he slowly pulled out and allowed her to drop to the floor.

Hela fell to the side as her legs curled up, panting in satisfaction. Her wet pussy drooled white, staining her sweaty thighs.

Deadpool dropped to the throne like a king, gulping and breathing heavily.

“Who’s your daddy now?” he asked with a sinister smile.

“You… are…” She answered between heavy breaths as her glistening breasts heaved up and down under the moonlight.

(What did I miss?)

[Don’t ask...]

“The godly wrestling,” Wade muttered and sprang back to his feet, going down on his knees, pushing Hela to lie down straight, facing him.

He spread her milky, stained legs apart and leaned in again, shoving his knob at her quivering, hot entrance.

“Wait!” Hela, still panting, couldn’t gather herself so fast. “Aaah!”

Wade shoved in all the way, grinning as he watched the goddess squirm. “Time for round two, round three, then round four, then round five, and so many more, Mistress!”

Hela’s head fell back, unable to resist the temptation of his pleasuring rod. Never in her life could she have guessed a Midgardian would bring such a slutty side of her out. She wanted to stop him but, at the same time, desired more.

It was shameless, unbecoming of the Queen of Asgard. But…

“Ah, yes! Yes, daddy… ummmh!”