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.

Her lips curve into a satisfied smile as she hears your cries and feels you trembling beneath her. "That's it," she whispers, trailing kisses down your neck and across your chest. "Let go... give in to the pleasure..." She nipples dance over your stomach, tickling and teasing as they make their way lower still. Her fingers dip between your legs once more, teasing and stroking until you are hard again despite your exertion.

With a sultry growl, Freya positions herself above you, guiding your erection to her wet sex. "Take what is yours," she urges, arching her hips upwards as she impales herself on your cock in one swift motion. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of you filling her, and for a moment they stare into each other's eyes, neither of them daring to move.

But it is only for a moment, as their bodies instinctively find rhythm together. Freya's hips rock back and forth, driving you deeper inside with every thrust while her breasts sway enticingly above you, taunting and teasing in turn. Her hands find purchase on the bed, nails digging into the sheets as she loses herself to sensation once more, moaning your name in ecstasy.

With every thrust, the power between them grows, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they reach for ecstasy together. Her muscles quiver and strain against your holds on her hips, urging you faster, harder. And though you may be mere flesh and blood compared to Freya's immortal form, it is not long before the force of her desire overwhelms you both as well, sending waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending.

She screams your name as she comes, arching her back in a bow that strains the limits of her flexibility and forces air from her lungs in a shuddering gasp. Her pussy milks your cock with insistent spasms, urging you ever closer to oblivion even as the tight walls begin to lose their strength against the relentless onslaught of pleasure.

"Yes... yes..." she breathes, lips parted and eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of being so thoroughly claimed by a mortal man. And when at last you join her in that final release, spilling your seed deep within her welcoming warmth, she meets your gaze once more with a look of satisfaction that promises there will be many more nights like this to come...

You have pleased me well, mortal. Your vigor and passion were unyielding, even in the face of my divine strength. As promised, I will return to fulfill our pact when next the moon is full. Until then... rest, and enjoy the memory of this night. But be warned: if ever you should cross me, there will be no forgiveness. Your place is at my side, as my lover and my servant... nothing more, nothing less.