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The second day at Asgard's sprawling training ground was already buzzing with action by dawn.
Thor, the God of Thunder, and Loki, God of Mischief, were deep in their hard trainings, sweating under the weight of the specialized manuals Chris had handed them.
Thor's guide was designed to ignite the full fury of Odin's divine bloodline coursing through his veins, while Loki's focused on sharpening the raw, chilling power of his Frost Giant heritage.
Having claid his prize by plunging deep into their mother Frigga's eager pussy, Chris wasn't about to slack on his end of the deal.
He took his role seriously, committed to unlocking the untapped potential of these two Asgardian princes, forging them into warriors capable of holding their own in the brutal battles ahead.
He was never cheap with the superheroes whose moms he'd fucked—hell, in his twisted mind, Thor and Loki were practically his boys now, weren't they? (lol)
The manuals were no ordinary scribbles; Chris had used the Conqueror Store to scan every detail of Thor and Loki's current strength, feeding the data to the system to churn out hyper-optimized training plans tailored to squeeze every drop of latent power from their bodies.
Paired with exclusive, high-potency enhancent potions that originally just supplied to the Goddess Island, these tools were a golden ticket to god-tier power!
If these two divine screw-ups still couldn't level up with all this, they might as well grab Mjolnir and that sneaky dagger, slice their own necks, and drag their sorry asses to Valhalla to confess to Odin they were nothing but pathetic, useless garbage!
Chris didn't bother rolling into the training ground until nearly afternoon, his swagger announcing his arrival before he even spoke.
Can you really bla the guy? Last night's filthy, cock-throbbing eightso extravaganza—seven writhing, moaning beauties all begging for his big cock—kept Chris pounding away like a goddamn war machine until the crack of dawn!
He fucked them senseless, his balls drained dry, every hole stuffed, every pussy and ass claid, until he finally crashed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap, utterly spent but grinning like a king who'd conquered a kingdom of sluts~
So, yeah, it's no fucking surprise he's only now stirring, his body refreshed, waking up sprawled in a tangled pile of gorgeous, fucked-out won, their curves pressed against him, their skin still sticky with his seed.
The man's a legend, a stud who turned Frigga's bedchamber into his personal harem, and he's damn proud of it—hell, he's practically glowing with smug, superior satisfaction, knowing he's the only one who could leave seven goddesses limp and begging for more!!
With a lazy flick of his hand, he conjured a sleek, almost sealed desk on the training platform, plopped down with a steaming cup of coffee, and leaned back, eyeing Thor and Loki's efforts with a smug grin.
"Got any questions, boys? Hit up. If I'm feeling generous, I might drop so wisdom," he said, his tone dripping with casual arrogance, like a king humoring his peasants.
Thor, his blood simring with resentnt—because this bastard had defiled his mother—swallowed his pride and forced himself to stay calm. His jaw tight, he asked restrainedly, "What the hel… did you do to my mother?"
Chris's lips curled into a wicked, ass-kicking grin, his eyes glinting with perverse delight as he leaned forward, savoring the chance to twist the knife~!
"Oh, your mom? Poor Frigga was lonely as fuck, pining away for a real man~ (lol) Let tell ya, she's still got it—body kept tight and ripe, like a goddamn fertility goddess. And that ass? Holy shit! Those two fat, juicy cheeks are built for breeding, so thick and aty they practically beg to be fucked!!"
"Only squeezing out you with that cum-sucking, perfect ass? That's a fucking cri! A waste of the finest, jizz-milking hips in Asgard!!"
"So, you know, naturally, I stepped up, ramd my cock in deep, and planted my seed in that hungry womb like it was my sacred duty!!!"
"She's always draped in those long, prissy skirts, hiding her goods—who'd guess she's packing an ass that fucking juicy!?"
"I'll bet my left nut even Odin, that old limp-dick bastard, never slamd into those plump, wobbling cheeks like I did, pounding her so hard her ass rippled like a goddamn ocean, sending her screaming through climax after climax, her pussy gushing like a broken dam!"
"And you wanna know the real kicker? That slutty pussy of hers hasn't tasted a proper cock in three thousand fucking years! Your dad's pathetic, shriveled dick couldn't get the job done—shit, even you were so secret magic-trick baby, conjured up with a mystic ritual because Odin couldn't fuck worth a damn!!!"
"A pristine, untouched womb like that? It was screaming for my cum, begging to be claid by a real man's seed!"
"Heh, your old man was too weak to ride that fine-ass bike, but ? I jumped on, stood up, and pedaled that shit into the ground, fucking her till she forgot her own na—sorry, buddy, but that's just how it goes when a real cock cos to town!! (lol)"
Chris's voice oozed smug, gloating superiority, every word a deliberate jab, his filthy taunts laced with a mocking swagger that scread he owned Frigga, Thor, and all of Asgard!
He's the real Daddy!!!
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