Under the Scorching Sun - Chapter 4 (Freyja/Reader) (Patreon)

When did the beach start appearing so… ethereal?

You had no idea what had given it this appearance, or even when it began looking this way. You weren’t even sure how you had even gotten here!

The last thing you recalled was heading to sleep at the cabin, thinking about how miraculous it had been that you hadn’t bumped into somebody wanting to fuck. A level of exhaustion had been reached that not even relaxation by the waves could cure. Sleep was a necessity after such a turbulent day, and you had collapsed onto the bed willingly and excitedly, eager to wake up feeling refreshed in both body, mind, and soul

…and yet, here you were-- back at the beach…?

Confusion aside-- at least it wasn’t hot anymore. There was still a noticeable heat coating your body, but it was by no means overpowering.

Regardless of the improved temperature, you still weren’t sure what was going on. Was this some bizarre dream, perhaps? It would explain why the setting was familiar, yet a little twisted and abnormal. The sea was shimmering like it had been enchanted with magic; the stars in the night sky were no different.

Wait. That was why it wasn’t so gosh damn hot! That infernal sun had finally set!

This was probably still a dream, but at least it had blessed you with a pleasant atmosphere.

But if this was a figment of your imagination, then why did you feel so… lucid? Everything genuinely appeared and felt so real despite the faint aura enveloping your surroundings. A quick pinch to the cheek would confirm things for good, but considering there wasn’t anything wrong with what you were seeing, you saw no point. From your perspective, there was plenty of incentive to enjoy the wonders of your mind while you still could. Besides, you couldn’t reject an opportunity to think about the things that had happened while you slumbered and recuperated in reality. For that reason, you decided to embark on a walk.

“There is something at play here-- an outside force influencing things, seemingly in everybody’s favor.”

You hadn’t forgotten the curious words bestowed on you by Yune, suggesting that something-- or someone-- was the cause behind the trio of ladies coming onto you within a singular day. This entity had forced them to act uncharacteristically, though it was also probable it had just amplified feelings and emotions that were already there, granting incredible courage as a result. Elise, for instance, had already planned to seduce you long before the arrival on the island, but would she have found the confidence to do so without the magic?

Although you weren’t in a position to complain about having sex with three-- technically four-- beautiful women, you were determined to discover the cause of this… well, whatever it was.

Alas, you weren’t sure where to start.

You had invited your entire personal brigade to join you on this vacation, and amidst those ranks were some spellcasters. Could one of the mages be responsible for some sort of aphrodisiac spell, potentially? Could it be Lute-- or Lilina? Neither fit the bill for somebody who would do something like this, but you couldn’t rule out the possibility. Alternatively, the culprit could be a goddess; Yune was not the only deity who had made her way to this tropical island! There was another.

“It is not me.”

Freyja was her name. Although she was the queen of Dökkálfheimr, she had since found a place in the Order of Heroes, ultimately being one of many who had been invited to attend the vacation. In hindsight, this otherworldly power combined with your suspicion that this was a dream could imply that-

“Once again-- I am not responsible.”

You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed you had company. Freyja’s second calling was spoken with a stronger tone than before, enough to not go unnoticed, startling you momentarily. You turned around, noticing the goddess in question lying down on the beach, arms resting behind her head while she gazed up at you.

“Freyja,” you greeted her. “Good… evening…?”

What was she doing out so late? Did her presence signify this was a dream after all? She did have influence over both those and nightmares, so appearing in one so suddenly wasn’t unprecedented.

“I would appreciate not being blamed for actions that have nothing to do with me,” she sounded a little bitter about the accusation, but weren’t you thinking that? How did she know? She wasn't a mind reader, was she? You promptly found out. ”You were mumbling, by the way.”

Ah. Right. That made sense. Since you were under the impression nobody else was around, you had started talking to yourself unknowingly! Hopefully, she wouldn’t assume you had lost your mind, though that damn heat had certainly driven you to the brink. To be freed from it-- even for a moment-- was a blessing.

“I was just speculating,” you defended yourself, causing her to scoff. “But that begs the question-- how much do you know?”

Freyja decided to stand up, and though it only took a few seconds to do so, they were a mesmerizing few moments. Befitting a goddess, she was wearing a beautiful swimsuit that was thematic with her usual attire, but adjusted to fit the occasion. More importantly, she was showing off a lot of skin because of it; her breasts were the highlight, concealed yet still incredibly alluring to the eyes thanks to their raw size and the level of cleavage on display.

She also had a large goat plushie of sorts for some reason.

“I know who the culprit is, if that is what you are asking,” she answered, crossing her arms in such a way that it pushed up her boobs. Whether or not it was intentional was something you weren't sure about, but it was a pleasant sight. Nonetheless, you did your best to focus on the task at hand.

“Could you tell me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I would like to see where this leads, and my interference could jeopardize that.”

Ominous.

Though Freyja didn’t seem willing to provide intel about the individual behind making every woman you came across aroused as fuck, there was still potential to learn crucial information that could lead to the discovery.

“What do you mean by that?”

“There is… much for me to learn about mortals this way,” Freyja confessed her motivations, as strange as it was to hear, though she soon elaborated. “Watching the slow descent into depravity, the complete abandonment of rational thought, and the embrace of instinct. It is admittedly a fascinating procedure.”

You had a feeling you knew what she was implying behind all that fascinating vocabulary, but just to make sure, you asked. “...are you trying to say you’ve been… watching?”

Freyja smiled. It was unusual to see her smile.

You were starting to feel a little scared.

“This realm is on the boundary of reality and dream. I retreated here upon discovering I could only tolerate so much conversation while trying to bask in the sun,” she responded, taking a few steps closer to you while she did so, an act that escalated your fright. “More importantly, I can observe the waking world from here-- free from the influence of that which sends you mortals into a frenzy… though some of it has seeped into my realm. My power has contained it, but I can set it free at any point.”

That was… good information to learn!

Her power could combat the aphrodisiac.

If you asked nicely, perhaps she could free everybody from its influence, as detrimental as that would be to any future… encounters.

But it would be the right thing to do; otherwise, you would end up fucking your entire personal squadron, and then the vacation would end and everything would go back to normal, but memories would remain and things would become awkward! That fate was set in stone for some of the ladies, but the damage could still be minimalized.

Freyja suddenly placed a hand on your cheek, causing you to quiver as you were snapped back to reality from your thoughts-- or rather, back to the dream. The main cause wasn’t the feeling of her soft hand, but rather her soft breasts pushing up against your chest. “Have you not guessed why I have brought you here?”

“I…”

“I am not oblivious to the fact I am letting the culprit influence my actions by saying this, but I do not care,” she continued. “What you did to those other girls-- I would like you to do to me, Summoner. I have not indulged in such activities before, so again, I ask-- dream or reality? Last time, you chose reality, but I assure you that should you choose otherwise, it will not be permanent-- unless you want it to be.”

Hm.

A goddess with huge tits wanted to have sex with you.

Hm!

If this was reality, you would have had to decline due to a lack of energy.

But this wasn’t reality-- this was a bizarre dream, one that she controlled, and because of that, there wasn’t any concern for exhaustion.

…and perhaps if you gave her what she desired, she’d be willing to reveal the truth about what was happening on this island!

There was also the part where a goddess with huge tits wanted to have sex with you.

You couldn’t deny the truth-- that was the deciding factor.

“Dream.”

“Good answer,” Freyja was pleased, stepping back, and almost immediately your eyes were glued to her breasts. She truly looked beautiful under this ethereal sky. “But I must confess to you-- I am uncertain regarding how we… proceed, shall we say. Watching has taught me much, but not enough.”

She wasn’t lying about being inexperienced, huh? For someone who was such a beautiful goddess, that was a little shocking to hear. Then again, it was only recently she had started to tolerate mortals, let alone anybody who wasn’t her brother or her álfar.

“I can guide you.”

“You could,” Freyja contemplated the proposal. “Or I can unleash the magic that was so generously donated to my realm instead; there will be no need for guidance when I am following instinct. How does that sound?”

Freyja was willing to unleash the aphrodisiac?

It was a solid answer to inexperience; there was no room for contemplation and hesitation when inflicted by it, as proven by how courageous the ladies you had been with to this point had been!

Freyja did not wait for your response; your expression alone communicated your fascination with the proposition.

It was not long before a question in the back of your mind was answered: How did the aphrodisiac affect you?

The answer was simple.

It didn’t.

Freyja was starting to sweat, exhale, and even quiver. Her face soon developed a bright blush as she lunged forward and clung to your body, breathing heavily.

But despite it all, she was smiling.

“...everything I am feeling towards you… it is magnifying tenfold… how fascinating…”

Whoever had orchestrated this spell had refined it in such a way that it only affected women. How convenient.

Either someone was looking out for you or they had really messed up-- how exactly was any of this meant to be a detriment to anybody?!

Just as you suspected, the affected girls had their feelings and desires amplified-- enough to act when they otherwise wouldn’t. As a result, you got to benefit from special encounters that wouldn’t have existed without the spell’s aid.

Again-- how was any of this supposed to be bad?!

Was it even meant to be…?

The resulting awkwardness when everything faded was the best you had, but that wasn't something that would persist in the long term. Some probably wouldn't even feel any regret!

All in all, the motivations of the culprit were confusing and difficult to figure out.

But you were done theorizing; you just couldn’t ignore the massive pair of tits rubbing against your body any longer!

Freyja had either not braced herself well for the aphrodisiac or it was influencing her mind and body more strongly than expected.

This self-inflicted curse thankfully had a cure-- your cock. Freyja knew about it too; that was why she hastily pulled down your shorts and wrapped her shaky hands around your exposed manhood.

“This is quite potent magic…” she mumbled, humming through her heavy breathing as her hands began to stroke your member, clutching it hard and firmly. You were no stranger to a handjob, but feeling her breasts push into your body at the same time wasn’t doing your breathing any favors, nor was the sensation of your cock poking her stomach. “It is no wonder the girls all lost themselves…”

“Freyja, uhm… are you alright?”

Despite how wonderful you were feeling, you were admittedly a bit concerned.

“Do not worry,” she spoke confidently. “Do you think I would let this magic fully control me? Remember-- this is my realm. I decide how much I take, and I have opted for an amount that will keep me thinking rationally while enjoying all the… benefits, shall we say.”

While that was good to hear, it did make you ponder something you weren’t sure you wanted to hear the answer to.

But you needed to know.

“Does that mean all the other girls…?”

“Lost their minds? Not quite,” she put to rest your concerns. “This magic courses through the entire island, and because of the range, its potency is less effective. I assure you that the multitude of royal family members you’ve fucked have been acting on their own desires. You don’t have to worry about any consensual morality here. For them, the aphrodisiac acts as a simple push. Now then-- stop asking questions so we can enjoy ourselves.”

Freyja demonstrated what she meant by releasing your manhood and taking a step back, a mischievous smirk forming on her lips. She seemed to know exactly what you desired; while else would she take hold of the straps keeping her top held together and begin pulling them down, gradually revealing that which you craved?

Although you knew her tits would be massive, you weren’t expecting them to be as large as they were! They were beautiful. The sweat trailing down them, the slight sag, and the erect nipples… it was hypnotic.

Freyja was unquestionably the most endowed person on this island.

So when she fell to her knees, grasped her boobs, and pushed them up against your throbbing cock… well, you couldn’t help but wonder whether or not you were dreaming! The irony was not lost on you once it clicked, but there was a good reason you pondered the question in the first place. The sensations you were experiencing were very real and very good.

The warmth of her bosom was absurd and overpowering in a way, not too different from that scorching sun you detested, but the difference here was that it was all condensed into something that was immensely sensitive. The contrast was immaculate, invoking a groan that she was happy to hear.

“You mortals are fascinating creatures, I must admit,” she said, though it was hard to focus on her monologue when she started moving her breasts, the softness and squishiness called forth by her movement enough to make your legs shake. At no point did you see even the tip emerge from her cleavage, a testament to her massive size. “Captivated by my breasts alone… but I understand the appeal now; your delighted expression is making me feel… ahh… hotter than any sun could…”

As Freyja was listening to instinct, it felt appropriate for you to do the same. Despite the lukewarm weather, she had been sweating a lot, something potentially invoked by the aphrodisiac. Nonetheless, it was something you were thankful for when you started to move your hips, for it made the thrusts easier and substantially more pleasurable.

Freyja did her best to keep up, but the acceleration of your hips proved too much for her. In a twist of fate, it was you listening to instinct more so than her, but who could blame you when the smoldering heat of her breasts felt so good? The sensation was not too different from sex itself, but the squish added a unique flare to it that you were starting to become addicted to. By this point, all the goddess was doing was keeping her tits raised for you to fuck. To think-- the Lady of Nightmare was letting you fuck her tits like this! This was no nightmare-- it was the complete opposite.

This was a dream you did not want to wake up from.

“I can feel you throbbing within my chest…” Freyja shared an observation. “Do my breasts feel that divine? I am not surprised. I am a goddess; mortals cannot compare.”

Freyja’s arrogance wasn’t uncalled for-- it really did feel that good.

But that prideful demeanor soon came to a sudden halt. Although the slippery sensation of her breasts was sublime, it was becoming difficult to focus on the pleasure whilst your knees were wobbling so much. Reinforcement was desperately needed, and it was found in the form of the horns protruding from her head.

“W-Wait…” Freyja exhaled loudly, her voice trembling just as much as her body. “That’s… ahhh…”

Her natural handlebars offered the grip you needed to keep thrusting away, but for your lover, they were an abnormally sensitive source. Freyja tried her best to communicate that to you, but she was completely immobilized by the sensations coursing throughout her body.

This was a wonderful discovery. The proud chatter was fun to hear, but seeing her enraptured by sensitivity was a welcome alternative, especially when it provided the support you needed to pound her chest remorselessly and build up a rhythm that was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Watching your cock sink into her breasts was a wondrous view, but the tantalized expression on her face was proving to be an unexpected distraction for the eyes. You tested the waters, grasping her crimson horns more firmly. The result was her loudest moan yet-- a pleasant treat to the ears.

Respite from her exotic euphoria was not far off; there was only so much your cock could take being sandwiched between her breasts so rapidly. With one final thrust, you pushed in as deep as you could, groaning heavily as you soaked her makeshift hole with several ropes of cum. Freyja appeared to be quite the fan of your climax judging from your reaction, though that was perhaps because you had subconsciously grasped her horns especially tightly.

It had been some time since you had seen the tip of your cock; not once had it emerged from her chest at any point. Freyja breathed heavily, grateful to be freed from the incomprehensible pleasure that had ambushed her body. Curiosity brought her hands to her breasts, pulling them apart so she could observe the damage, and it was a view you were more than happy to indulge in as well. Several strings of semen connected one breast to the other, plenty was plastered across the side of her boobs, and some was sliding down her cleavage towards her stomach like it was sweat.

It was beautiful.

“...I was not… expecting that…” Freyja confessed, still recuperating but looking better than she was moments before. She stood, now the one with the shaky legs, something that didn’t help her as she removed her lower garments at last, leaving her completely in the nude. “Regardless… I trust that you can go one more round…”

Freyja slowly walked up to a nearby tree, using it as support for her body as she stuck her ass out. Though her breasts were the star of the show, her plump butt and thick thighs were nothing to scoff at. Freyja appropriately looked the part of a goddess, and though you had just climaxed, the tantalizing view that was teasing you was more than enough to restore your cock to full mast.

You promptly positioned yourself behind her, aligning with her entrance and discovering that she was soaking wet. That in itself wasn’t a shock, but you wondered whether the magic in the air or the clutching of her horns had contributed the most towards it. Nevertheless, it made filling her up an effortless task. Freyja hummed radiantly as you did so, expressing no discomfort even when you ultimately ended up pushing against her cervix. She was just happy to be stuffed-- and you were happy to stuff her.

“That’s it…” Freyja purred, disregarding the usual formality of her voice. You had already witnessed her descent into depravity and she seemingly didn’t care about remaining dignified any longer. When you placed your hands on her hips for support, her response all but confirmed it. “Not there. You know exactly where to put those hands of yours.”

After how wildly she had reacted to having her horns grasped, it was wild to think she’d request it again, especially now that you were inside it!

“Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels-- aahhhhhhhh…”

Freyja had been ready to answer your question, but you wanted to hear how she’d respond during the moment. Her handlebars were easy enough to grasp from this position, and though it seemed she had chosen it for that particular reason, she was still not mentally ready for how it would feel to have both her sensitive spots held.

“It’s… incredible…” Freyja’s answer was filled to the brim with lust, and though it wasn’t as informative as you would have hoped, it was still satisfying to hear. “I… am not sure how to… describe it beyond that… but I imagine the sensitivity… is not too different… from having a hand wrapped around your cock…”

That was quite the analogy, but it certainly explained why she had reacted so wondrously!

The only question that remained was a simple one-- could she withstand both her horns being held while being fucked?

Keen to learn the answer, you slammed your hips forward, figuring a goddess of her caliber didn’t need to be treated gently. Freyja reacted as incredibly as you hoped, her moans already eclipsing her earlier records. Though she was unbelievably drenched, her insides were a fittingly divine level of humidity and compactness. A substantial amount of effort had to be put into your thrusts, but with a pair of horns to hold onto, it wasn’t too bad.

Your eyes soon found themselves treated to her bubbly butt jiggling with each powerful slam, a breathtaking sight that paired well with the view of your cock sinking deep inside her. Freyja had surrendered to your might, embracing the extraordinary sensitivity of her insides and her horns juiced up by the aphrodisiac she had willingly enveloped herself with.

“Faster… rougher… I can take it all…”

You had no doubt she would. Her request was a tall order since she was still so tight, but a goddess deserved nothing less. You made an effort to hold her horns as securely as her pussy was squeezing your cock, figuring it was an appropriate way to return the gesture.

It didn’t take much time before you were brushing up against the entrance to her womb so frequently it was tricky to count, though it was admittedly hard to focus on arithmetic for a plethora of other reasons. The transcendent warmth of her pussy was an obvious contender, but so too was the sight of her sweating body.

Freyja was enjoying herself so thoroughly that she was making an effort to match your rhythm with some motions of her own. While it initially disrupted your cadence, you eventually matched her speed. Her impulsive actions enhanced the pleasure to a level so phenomenal that you were beginning to feel your legs shake again, forcing you to hold her even more strongly, which in turn made her insides all the more humid. It was an endless spiral of events that served to amplify the pleasure infinitely.

Alas, neither your cock nor her pussy were built for such bountiful bliss. Freyja’s orgasm struck first, a grainy but very gratifying groan escaping her lips, followed up by an intense squeezing of her inner walls around your cock. Her climax effectively sealed your manhood inside her, but since you were approaching your peak regardless, you embraced the abundance of pleasure, allowing it to tip you over the edge.

It was a good thing she had those horns; you would have stumbled and fallen at some point during your orgasm otherwise. It truly felt that good to cum inside her, emptying so much semen directly into her womb and pussy. This wasn’t the first time you had filled up a girl recently, but something about this particular one felt especially fantastic. Was it the knowledge that you were cumming inside a goddess for the first time? Well, technically, it wasn’t, but that didn’t change the fact that it felt inconceivably good.

The post-climax, however, was not so fun.

Even though this was sort of a dream, your body seemingly couldn’t forget that you had filled up three other women in a single day.

You.

Were.

Spent.

“That was wonderful,” Freyja seemed content at least. “They have outdone themselves. For a goddess like myself to experience pleasure so phenomenal…”

Ah, right. Freyja knew who the person behind the magic tainting the island was. That was good information to acquire… assuming you even remembered it upon your awakening, but you wouldn’t know for sure unless you ask.

“...will you tell me who is responsible now…?”

“I could,” her response wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “But I believe I could learn a lot by continuing to observe. Besides, is this not the opportunity of a lifetime for you?”

“I… suppose…?”

She wasn’t wrong.

By this point, you didn’t feel like you were taking advantage of anybody. They were all approaching you, influenced primarily only by the feelings they had, whether that was love or lust. The magic in the air-- the aphrodisiac-esque spell-- was simply providing the push they needed.

…so was there any reason to worry about the long-term repercussions of this trip?

“I would love to continue,” Freyja admitted, sitting down so she could not only rest her body but observe the semen flowing out of her pussy. She dabbed a finger down there, coating her finger and bringing it to her mouth so she could enjoy a taste, but she did not comment on it specifically. “But it appears that even in your slumber, you have attracted a curious soul. What an appropriate person it is too! I will enjoy watching.”

“W-What do you mean?”

The stutter was her fault; did she have to sample your cum so seductively?! At least she was smiling, indicating she was a fan.

Freyja did not answer your question.

She simply waved, and then everything went black.

The ethereal waters, the night sky, and the goddess herself-- gone.

When you next opened your eyes, you knew you had awakened… but you were not alone. Just as Freyja suggested, it seemed not even your room in the cabin was a safe place.