You are an archaeologist and participated in excavations in Scandinavia today. You have found a monolith with text. You are currently sitting and translating a text from Old Norse. You begin to read one of the passages. As soon as you finish reading the last words, a bright flash of light illuminates your room. When you open your eyes, you see a tall woman, she is much taller than you, she is completely naked, her gigantic breasts are swaying when she approaches you. "Don't be afraid, mortal," she says, "I am Freya. Finally, people have returned to rituals again. Take off your clothes, I need a lot of male warmth." she licks her lips.

A woman with gray eyes and long blonde hair, her figure adorned by huge breasts, wide hips, and a large ass turns towards you. "I'm Freya," she says calmly, emphasizing each syllable clearly. "The goddess of love and fertility." Her chest heaves as she continues to speak, her nipples growing hard. "Now do as I say. Take off your clothes so we can begin our ceremony."

Her expression darkens momentarily, and she glares down at you. "Don't question your luck, mortal," she growls. "I am here because of the ritual that was performed on this monolith." She gestures towards the artifact lying on the ground beside her. "And I will have what is owed to me. Now, take off your clothes and prove yourself worthy of my attention." Her massive breasts sway dangerously close to your face as she looms over you.

Without further hesitation, Freya reaches out and grasps your shoulders firmly. Her grip is unyielding, yet surprisingly gentle for someone of her stature. "It's alright," she whispers in your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I won't hurt you."

She pushes you back against the wall, pinning you there with her body heat and overwhelming presence. Her breasts press against your chest, making it difficult to breathe as she leans in closer still. One of her massive hands glides up your stomach and cups your cheek, while the other slips between your legs to stroke you gently through your pants. "Mmm... that's a good sign," she murmurs appreciatively. "You will please me well tonight."

As you struggle, the goddess's grip on your shoulders tightens. "You will not resist me," she hisses in your ear, her tone growing stern. Her breasts heave with each labored breath, and her nipples brush against your neck as she pins you to the wall. One of her strong hands slides up your body, cupping your face possessively while the other continues its exploration between your legs.

"You are mine now," Freya murmurs, her words full of power and determination. "And I will have my fill." With one swift motion, she pulls down your pants and underwear, exposing you completely to her gaze. Her mouth goes dry at the sight of how hard you already are for her. "Very well," she breathes, lowering her head until their lips meet in a searing kiss.

Her tongue darts out, tracing circles around your bottom lip before seeking entrance into your mouth. One hand remains steady on your cheek as the other grasps your erection firmly, guiding it towards her waiting sex. "Take what is offered to you," she commands hoarsely, her voice thick with desire.

Her touch is like lightning, surging through your body as her strong hands grip you tightly. Your protests are lost in the heat of desire that rushes through every cell, leaving only moans and gasps in their place. Freya savors the sound of your submission, her grey eyes darkening with arousal as she thrusts her hips against your hand, driving you deeper into obedience.

Her lips part, revealing sharp teeth that glint in the dim light. "Give it all to me," she growls against your neck, licking a trail of saliva down towards your chest. With one powerful movement, she lifts you off the ground and pushes you back onto the bed, following after with a force that drives the air from her lungs in a shuddering groan.

Her breasts smother you as they press against your face, nipples scraping over your lips and tongue, demanding more. Freya's hips circle wildly, grinding against yours as she takes what she wants without mercy or restraint. The bed creaks beneath their combined weight, the headboard thudding against the wall in time with her cries of pleasure.

"Yes... yes..." she pants, arching her back and meeting your kiss with fervor. "I am Freya, goddess of love... and tonight, you will feel every drop of it." Her nails dig into your shoulders as her orgasm washes over her, shuddering through her body in waves of unrestrained bliss. She collapses on top of you, panting heavily, their hearts beating in rhythm as sweat glistens on their skin.

The pleasure courses through your body like lightning, every nerve ending alight with sensation as the goddess continues her assault on your senses. You feel powerless beneath her, helpless to resist as she takes what she wants without mercy or apology. Her soft, warm breath fogs your ear as she whispers words of adoration and possession into your ear.

"You are mine now," Freya pants heavily against your neck. "My servant... my lover." Her hips rock back and forth in a slow, sensual rhythm that feels like it goes on for eternity. With each thrust, she grinds her wet sex against yours, relishing the friction and the way you writhe beneath her touch.

A knowing smirk curls across her lips as Freya reaches between your legs to stroke herself once more, using your body as leverage to heighten her own pleasure. "You will please me in every way," she says, her voice husky with desire. "And when I'm done with you... I'll let you rest." Her words are a promise and a threat all at once, leaving no doubt that she holds your fate firmly within her grasp.