MCU - In Search Of A Mate [Hela X Peter Parker] - [OneShot]

With Odin's passing, his looming power diminished from across the Nine Realms. 

Hela finally freed herself out of Hel after thousands of years of confinement. It felt wonderful, exciting, and yet confining. She despised Odin, but the King of Asgard was gone, without ever giving her the chance to enact her revenge and defeat him.

Without ever getting a chance to prove herself, and her divinity superior to him. 

Thor? Loki? They were children in her eyes. Asgard didn't seem attractive anymore, nor being its ruler. Why long for a mere Nine Realms when there was the whole of existence to conquer? 

But after thousands of years of isolation, her primal need outweighed her ambitions. Having spent so much time without another soul to speak to. Without any creature to touch, or hold. Her body desired intimacy. 

Intimacy beyond mere friendly embrace. 

But she was Hela, the Goddess of Death. Her needs were particular, and no ordinary being was to be allowed to even touch her, forget being intimate. 

Yet, magic had its ways of guiding one to the goal they seek. For Hela, magic was a mere tool, and she knew exactly how to use it. 

Midgard—her destiny, her magic, and her primal instincts guided her there. 

"A mortal?" She questioned her own magic as she realized it was guiding her to a mortal man. "How can one be worthy of me?"

Woosh!

But just then, she saw a man draped in tight red and blue swinging between the tall buildings. Her eyes locked onto his fleeting figure, her magic instantly sending tingles throughout her body. The strange, warm, and fuzzy sensations arose with a surprise, right below her belly button. 

She knew the answer immediately as her hand gently pressed that fuzzy spot on her toned, muscled abdomen.

And after so long, it was hard to hold back the smirk too. 

Amusing. Perhaps I should test him first.

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"Ugh, I need a bath." 

Peter swung back to his small rented apartment in Manhattan. Being a full-time superhero and a part-time… well, part-timer, he managed to pay the rent each month. He loved living with Aunt May, but that was in Queens, and he wanted to be close to where all the major evil organized crime was focused on. 

Tired after a day's work, he decided to take a small break for dinner. He dumped his suit and jumped under the steaming hot shower. It was December, so the temperature was pretty low. But he was glad for the suit Tony gave him. It kept him warm even when fighting crime. 

"Alright, let's see… what to eat." He changed into a comfortable T-shirt and sweatpants. "I really don't wanna eat a pizza again."

In the end, he re-heated half a pizza and grabbed a can of Dr Pepper. With that, he sat down on the secondhand couch and turned on the TV, its one corner filled with dead pixels. 

Yeah, he didn't have the best of things, nor was it luxury, but he felt at home with what he had. The one-bedroom apartment barely had much space, but it never felt claustrophobic. 

Trrrrr~

Even before the bell rang, Peter had already stood up. His spider senses always kept him sharp, and he always knew someone had come to his door well in advance. 

Click! Clack!

He unlocked the door and… froze. 

He considered himself pretty average—five foot ten. It was a boon, considering how much his job involved crawling at times. But looking at a woman so much taller than himself… was always an experience. 

"Six foot five?" He blurted, staring at the long-legged woman, figure-hugging black leather bodysuit strapped on her frame. Only her shoulder was visible, the rest covered, showcasing her curvy waist. Her skin was so pale, her eyes dark, her long raven hair free and straight behind her back.  "Ah, I'm so sorry, I didn't… How can I help you?"

"Hm, youthful," she murmured, looking at him from head to toe. "I am Hela, the Godde—"

"Goddess of War? Asgardian? Whoa—do you, uh, know Thor? Oh, wait, it’s pretty cold out here." Peter cut her off and quickly gathered his thoughts away from her beautiful face and the otherworldly attractive air around her. He gestured for her to come inside. 

After all, if she was Hela, an Asgardian, he reckoned she was also a friend. 

Hela stepped inside the small apartment, eyeing everything around with a hint of sneer. "It's unbelievable that magic considers you worthy."

"Worthy?" Peter's ears picked up every word she whispered. "Wait—did something happen in Asgard? Are you here to, uh, take me along to help?"

"You will do things... but I wouldn't call it help. No, it's more a... duty to your fleeting mortal existence."

Peter scratched his head awkwardly, looking, or rather admiring her rear as the tall woman scrutinized the wall full of posters. "So… What can I do for you?"

"Mate with me."

"..."

D-Did she just…

"Um… What? Mute the music? Ah, I'll do that." Peter quickly walked over to his living room coffee table and grabbed the remote.

"You heard me correctly the first time, Peter Benjamin Parker, son of Richard Parker." Hela's gaze bore into Peter with a smirk. She stepped closer, her voice a smooth venom. "Magic itself has chosen you as my mate. Humiliating, really—but after so long... I'm willing to entertain it."

Peter felt the ground beneath his feet shake. His ears rang with her soothing, yet commanding voice. 

Mate? Does she mean… Sex? What? What the… What's going on?

"I-I don’t even know you. Wait, why am I stressing about that? This whole thing is kinda... crazy, honestly, Ma’am—uh, I mean, Goddess Hela? Or… do I just call you Hela? 'Cause I just call Thor… Thor."

"Lady Hela, for the time being. You may use my name if the results are… satisfactory."

She's serious? Why? She's so tall and beauti… No, don't think about that. So what if her hips are so nice and her legs so lon… No, no, no… Peter, you can't mess this up. 

"Uh—Lady Hela, I don’t… I mean, I just started college, and, well, I’m actually dating someone. So… yeah. This isn’t really how we do things here on Earth, you know?”

"You mortals call it a 'one-night stand,' don’t you? I may be a Goddess, but don't mistake me for an ignorant fool! I know your culture, your tongues, your most hidden desires. This is nothing more than a test—so spare me the overthinking."

"Test? What happens if I fail? Wait, how do I pass?"

"Failure would be... unfortunate." Hela closed the distance, lifting Peter's chin with two fingers, her smirk laced with dark pride. "But if successful… you will belong to me, Peter Benjamin Parker."

"What? But I don't wanna..."

"Undress, Peter Benjamin Parker. Magic has chosen you as my companion."

"Just Peter is fine and I'm really not into y—"

It turns out, Adam didn't eat the apple because some serpent convinced him. Rather, Eve was so charming in her naked beauty that the desire to sin was just… natural. His serpent demanded to taste that forbidden fruit. 

Peter gulped, eyes wide. Even if his mind wanted to, his body certainly didn’t want to.

The entire leather bodysuit vanished from Hela's body as if made of thin air, disintegrated. Her heavenly, goddess body lay bare in front of him, a foot taller than him, adorned by those long, fit, fleshy legs, that toned belly with a hint of abs, and those beautiful round swells with small but perky pink tips. 

Was it Black Cat? Yeah, it was definitely Felicia. His interest in tight, leather bodysuit-clad women arose from there. Black Widow too. But for the first time, he saw such a tall one… a goddess in a true sense. 

When he saw her at the door, it was admiration. But now, seeing that unblemished body, that hairless hidden slit between her legs, and those round, soft-looking mounds that she definitely was proud to display. He felt something more, something mischievous inside his sweatpants that was too thin to hide his growing eagerness. 

"You seem rather interested in this ordeal, Peter," Hela declared, eyeing his rapidly growing rock-hard erection. "I suppose you mortals revel when women take the first step."

Peter said nothing, too lost in the absolute beauty before him. She was so close, just an arm's length away. It felt magical how her hair refused to look like a mess, and yet looked tousled. The faint dark makeup around her eyes made her look exotic and sinful. 

Hela suddenly moved another step closer to Peter and fell to her knees on the carpeted floor. Her height was such that even in that position her face reached his lower abdomen. 

“W–what? Uh–Wait… I… You…” Peter couldn’t stop muttering, flustered by the sight of her sensual gaze from below.

Hela’s hands quickly gripped the sides of his sweatpants and without a warning, she pulled them down to his knees. 

"Hmm." Hela stopped staring at Peter's face from below and looked down at his now naked loins. She hummed at the view, the girth was already to her liking, and the length was still growing. Minus the faint trace of pubes, she nodded in appreciation and gripped his shaft around the middle with her long, slender, cold fingers. "Oh, you mortal men enjoy this, don't you? Very well. I shall prepare you for the mating."

Peter's body jolted a little as he felt her cold hand around his shaft. As if he woke up from a stupor, his eyes widened in panic. 

"Ma’am—uh, Lady Hela, I don’t think this is the ri—Ah!" His words vanished midway. 

He watched as his throbbing, heated cock vanished between Hela's tight pale red lips. The suction was inhuman, enough to kill an ordinary man. But he wasn't ordinary, and it brought immense pleasure to him. Far more than any girl he had ever done.

"I-ugh…" He tried to speak but lost himself each time. 

Even if her hand was cold, the inside of her mouth was so hot, slippery, and silky. And that tongue coiled around his bulging, thick cockhead. He felt how he fitted perfectly inside her mouth, making a perfect 'O' with her lips, leaving no more room to stretch her open. 

"Ummm~" Hela looked up with her eyes as she pushed her face down on Peter's length. Her hands instinctively moved and curled around his hips, gripping his warm, naked ass so she could savor more of him. 

Although the final verdict was unknown, she started to like how he was still growing inside her mouth, already faintly reaching her throat. 

Furthermore, seeing that twisted, aroused look on Peter's face made her feel strangely fuzzy in her body. She liked what she saw, and the desire to toy with him more rose in the Goddess’ Mind. 

Hela moved her head, sucking his cock down as her face came closer and closer to his core, shoving him deep into the back of her throat. But she did so gently, letting her red lips glide and pucker around his sensitive flesh. Inch by agonizing inch, she took him with graceful sways of her black hair.

She moved back slowly and sucked him back in just as torturously slowly. All the way to the base, until his cockhead would smush against the back of her wondrous throat. Her tongue would also slither around his crown, slathering him with her hot saliva.

Peter’s mind went crazy from the feeling, almost fighting himself to stop the dirty, nasty images that came to mind. His hands were already twitching, craving to touch her more. Her amazing breasts, her swaying ass, her puckered lips, and her perfect pussy; all the places he imagined his cock to explode on. Even his own hips were begging him to thrust.

Hela suddenly grabbed his ass, and pulled him into her face with her hands, practically helping him go deeper.

“Ghk..!” Peter’s waist jolted forward, sending him plunging forth into another wave of blissful massages. His cock collided with the back of her throat, going deeper than he had ever imagined. The heat of her mouth almost scorched his throbbing senses, lost in ecstasy. He could almost swear he felt a second tongue wiggling inside her mouth.

Instinctively, Peter’s hand hovered above her head, hesitant to hold her hair and move her according to his lust-filled desires. His fingers trembled from the amazing vacuum-sealed suck on his cock, and his powerful body was already asking for more.

But suddenly Hela stopped and slowly pulled away from his magnificent, larger-than-she-was-expecting shaft. A string of gleaming saliva flowed from her lips, sticking to his disappointed, but still twitching cockhead.

"Hands to yourself, Peter. Remember, you’re but a mortal, blessed by the Goddess of Death. Seek permission first,” Hela warned him, eyes narrow and threatening. Yet, the glistening spit on her lips made him twitch in her grip. 

"Ah, sorry, yes…" Peter apologized right away, already having accepted this 'blessing'. 

Hela continued to stare at Peter's face, eyes locked as if challenging him to do more, to please her and worship her with his sizable manhood. 

Her fist clenches hard around the base of Peter's shaft, squeezing it dangerously. But then she squeezed towards the tip, her cold slender fingers sliding over his drool-covered pole of pleasure. She milked out all of the precum that had accumulated in his swollen flesh, white and creamy, just the way she liked it. 

Then, while still looking up at him, she leaned closer and kissed the tip of Peter's throbbing cock. It was more than a kiss, however, as her tongue sucked and licked away the precum beads leaking out. 

The tip of her slithering flesh skirted around his crown, played around his tiny opening, and even plunged in just a trifling bit. All of it felt so wonderful, causing Peter to squeeze his eyes shut.

"Magic, it appears, does not deceive." Hela declared and stood back to her full height, higher than Peter himself. She lifted his T-shirt and yanked it off his head, making him as bare as she was. Finally, she pushed him towards the three-seater couch with a hand on his chest. "You taste… ravishing."

“Oh..!” Peter fell back. With the back of his legs caught by the armrest, he fell straight on the three cushions, the top of his head just barely grazing the other armrest.

He almost wanted to say something, but the words were caught in his throat when he saw her saunter over to him. Her naked tall form, unblemished, perfect in every way. He watched as she walked over and straddled him. 

Her knees spread to the sides of his waist, her lower thighs coming down as her moist furnace positioned right above his straining, saluting cock. She continued to look down at him, her chin raised high in pride, her eyes lingering on his face as if he were prey. In the end, she was still a goddess even when fulfilling her most dirty impulses.

Hela sat down and allowed his cock to slide inside her pussy, feeling a slight sense of pleasure as her heavenly nectar-glazed petals stretched to his girth. The primal struggle fulfilled her craving needs, his cockhead opening her wide and her pussy aiding it with leaking silky juices. 

Peter couldn't say a word, lost in the glorious feeling that engulfed his twitching manhood. The squeezing heat ate him up bit by bit, from his tip to his base like a flame on a block of dry wood, heat creeping up his cock and spine.

She took a deep, barely moaning breath, accepting the pleasure of their flesh rubbing against each other as his cockhead entered. His crown speared a path, parting her more and more for his long, hot and throbbing cock.

Hela slowly took all of his length inside her hidden garden of Eden and to her surprise felt perfectly full. She sat there unmoving, all of him inside. A genuine smile curved on her lips while she stared at Peter's handsome, young face. 

Yes, she felt immensely stretched, and his size was far larger than she was expecting on a man of his stature. She felt spread, her walls struggling to clamp around him, and his length long enough to squeeze dangerously against her womb. But it felt perfect, in a way that if he was any bigger, she'd be annoyed, if not pained in that sensitive depth. 

“Ummmm…” She moaned, long and melodious. Her shapely bottom rose for the first time, pulling him out all the way to the tip. Then, she gently lowered her hips again, taking all of him in, down to the very last, scorching inch.

"Umph—Per…fect!" She wetted her drying lips with her tongue, eyes half closed in the pleasing ecstasy that spread throughout her sensitive core. After thousands of years, this was exactly the man she needed. 

Slowly, her ass swayed, picking up speed, and started riding him like a stallion, fucking herself on the stiff, swollen manhood. She let his cock swish inside her, churning her intensely as it scraped her wet inner walls. Her ass squeezed as she felt more and more pleasure, all the muscles in her core tightened. 

“Mmmm–Marvelous!” Hela’s hips rocked back and forth, her pale white breasts jumping. Her knees jolted as her ass drew circles around his flesh, allowing Peter’s shaft to swirl inside her. “So perfectly inside me!”

“Oh, yes!” Hela moved a bit faster, her knees jumping. Shivers started to crawl up her spine like a hoard of arachnids while she felt his girth scraping against her most sensitive spot. She threw her head back, utterly enjoying the carnal pleasure. Each motion of her hips produced a lewd squelching noise.

Peter gritted his teeth, feeling so tightly squeezed in her godly body. She was insanely tight, and he was sure she was clamping down on him with her slippery walls too. It felt heavenly, like he wanted to spill right away. But he didn't want to, taking it as a challenge. He didn't want to disappoint her after seeing how much she was enjoying herself. 

Hela could crush a watermelon between her thighs if she wanted to, but Peter was certainly different. His super strength countered her powerful muscles, turning that intense squeeze into a heavenly pressure that massaged his cock, burning intensely.

Taking in her riding view, Peter noticed her jolting breasts and raised his hands to hold them. "M-May I… hold them?"

"You-ugh may."

Peter grabbed both her breasts obediently. He cupped them and began to carefully massage them. But then he realized that she was a Goddess, and he could use his strength to let her feel them down to her bones. 

He started using strength to absolutely fondle and squeeze the life out of her amazing peaks. Her smooth, soft flesh spilled between his spread fingers. He pinched her nipples and played with them. Her nipples were particularly sensitive, and he could feel goosebumps roll across her skin as his palms embraced them.

“Ummm… Yes, just like that,” she charmingly giggled. Hela's laughter was intoxicating, and he could tell she was enjoying it, just by listening to her voice.

She liked the way his hands were greedily molding her flesh, although she felt it was beneath her, but getting a little down and dirty never hurt anyone. Instead, she found it thrilling, naughtily biting her gleaming red lips, thirsting for more. 

She felt amused. Her magic guided her to him, to his magnificent, girthy cock, and his fleshly spear turned out absolutely the perfect fit. Even his hands perfectly held her breasts. 

"Uh… Can I… You don't have to if You don't want… maybe… kiss you?"

Hela's thin brows rose in amusement. Men rarely could stand beside her, let alone request something so… intimate. But she rather liked that idea, after all, he'd been perfect until now. Can he satisfy her lips too? She wondered.

"Bold. At least you have a spine." 

Hela leaned down, and her cloud-like tender swells landed on Peter's chest. Her dark hair fell around her and Peter's head. Finally, she planted her lips on his. 

She felt his lips kiss hers at first, a simple and calm brushing of soft flesh. But then, to her surprise, he tried to open her lips. His tongue swept across her thin lips, gliding against her pearly white teeth. 

She was entertained to see what he'd do next, and to no one’s surprise, his tongue entered her mouth. Curling on top of her own, taking in her saliva with suckles in her mouth. His tongue even grazed ever so softly on the bottom part of her upper lip, sending ticklish sensations to the tip of her hardened nipples. 

A slight smile curled at the corners of her mouth. She didn't know if she should call this mortal man brave, or just plain ignorant. Kissing ‘Death’ so intimately was far more than any mortal would dare. But she found his foolishness rather adorable.

Peter couldn’t hold back anymore. His brave, twitching fingers slid up her smooth thighs and landed on Hela's ass by sheer instinct. His digits curled and tightened, his superhuman strength aiding as his fingers sunk into her flesh.

Hela ignored the sudden harsh, lustful grab, too lost in the fucking as she felt Peter match her pace and thrust up into her portal of lust. Their rhythm harmonized, her pussy welcoming his cock with deep warm embraces. Her belly strained and knotted up as his flesh filled her cave of wonders.

The sounds of their fucking filled the room with squelches and slaps, accompanied by melodious hums and grunts of satisfaction. 

In and out he went, drilling up into the goddess’ soaking, wet pussy. His cock throbbing with insane pulses, as her pussy gaped and pouted around his length.

Finally, Peter rammed into her pussy from below, using all the strength in his hips.

Hela’s body stiffened as she felt his cockhead collide with the entrance of her womb. She found what she was seeking, ripples of ecstasy flooded through her glorious body, shimmering in spasms.  She came on his impaling, plump, swollen cock, throbbing and convulsing. "Yesss~ You are the one… yes!"

Hela was satisfied, but Peter kept going. 

Suddenly, Peter pivoted around, holding Hela by her ass. He pinned her down on the couch, withering under his body. His cock was still deep inside her soaked, oozing pussy. Her fiery hot nectar was too much, overriding his senses with silky smooth sensations on his cock. He needed more, he craved for more; so he took it without even asking. 

He started fucking her, losing all sense and timidity. He stuffed her pussy hard, using all of his spider strength. Thrusting wildly into her core.

The sofa cushions were ruined, caving in with every smack of his hips, and the entire thing cracked with every move they made. He suckled her breasts, biting at her flushed nipples while his hands kept fondling her plump flesh. Then, he kisses her lips again, completely lying flat between her wide open legs. 

Hela loved everything he did to her. The mortal man just knew when to take matters into his own hands and gift her the pleasure she desired. She welcomed his plundering swollen flesh by crossing her long legs around his hips, pulling him down into her core. 

She moaned his name with lustful pleasure, "Peter! Yes, I accept your worship… Yes, my chosen lover! AH!"

Finally, Peter felt that unbearable tingling in his balls. That pressure building up in his loins, struggling to burst. He shuddered and convulsed, shoving in one last slamming thrust of climax. He spilled deep, covering her divine walls with his splattering white seeds.

Hela’s eyes widened as if something was linked in her mind. She clamped her legs tighter around him and squeezed him inside her even more, her womb demanded to feel the warmth of his nectar. 

"You're the one… my chosen mate… my desired man… Yes, you will be…" Hela panted roughly, feeling his batter fill her with liquid heat. It was a sensation she never knew, something new she absolutely cherished. "You are mine, Peter… mine for eternity!"

So lost in that insane rush inside her warmth, Peter collapsed on Hela's cushiony breast, his face underneath her chin. He didn't pass out, but he panted roughly as he had used his true strength. 

As for what she had just declared, he didn't mind too much. He knew women and men both say things they don't mean during intercourse. 

This was just like that. 

Or so he thought. 

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1 Month Later,

"Peter Benjamin Parker, you dare ignore my summons? You will come, now. Bring yourself beneath the shower with me... immediately!"

Yeah, he was wrong.

She refused to leave after that night and became a full-time stay-at-home lover of his. She dressed in long t-shirts that reached her thighs, no underwear for she demanded his attention many times a day. 

He somehow was able to keep up with her. He couldn't believe it himself, but he didn't hate it for some reason. Beneath that forced stoic, serious persona, he saw something adorable and pretty hot in Hela. 

On top of that, she seemed absolutely smitten with him. To the point that she demanded he learn Asgardian magic from her so he may live for thousands of years and be her mate. 

And honestly. At that point. 

He was seriously considering it. 

"Coming!" He rose from the bed that he shared with her each night and entered the bathroom. 

"You will be coming very soon… inside me. Now, I require your tongue's attention between my legs." Hela leaned back on the wet wall under the shower and spread open her legs.

"As you wish, my grumpy goddess." Already hard, his cock dangling, Peter first landed a kiss on her lips and then knelt down. He didn't mind doing this since she also got down on him plenty. At that point, she worshiped his cock more.

"You said something?"

"Uh, I said bon appetite."