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Build up and Climax Part 2

Record of Ragnarok - Raiden x Male!Reader

Warnings - NSFW. 18+Only. Adult Situations

I’m not very happy with this one, but its been sitting in my drafts for ages and Raiden deserves more love, so here is my humble offering.

You were faster than you looked.

Raiden had never been one for games, even sexy ones – he liked to get to the hot and heavy, flesh against flesh, thighs around his hips and nails down his back, his partners screaming his name sooner rather than later. Teasing wasn’t his thing.

Still, he’d be lying if he said this little chase, you with your eyes glinting and smile wicked, your body bare to the world, wasn’t seriously getting his blood pumping. You were like one of those nymphs he’d heard of, leading him deeper into the depths of the arena with lustful promises, of him getting his hands on your gorgeous body, feeling you writhing and panting beneath him—

Fuck, he was so turned on.

You darted through a set of doors, and Raiden recognised the corridor leading to his rooms. Excitement thrummed through his body, and he practically knocked the door off its hinges as he rammed his shoulder into them, sending them flying open.

“You took your time.”

You gave him an amused grin, already lain amongst the pile of pillows and blankets on his bed, naked and ready for him, and for a second Raiden thought he might be salivating.

You were so fucking pretty, all over, and he wanted to explore every inch of you. “Well?” You asked airily, your smile sweeter than sin, your thighs parting slightly, invitingly. “What are you waiting for?”

Fuck, he was in love.

Raiden grabbed his belt, roughly pushing it down, letting it fall around his ankles before kicking it sharply aside. He felt himself spring free, a fire sparking in his belly at the way you audibly gasped as your gaze fell below his waist, the way your eyes darkened with hunger. Raiden grinned and advanced towards you, heat searing through his veins, needing to close the gap between you.

He'd never fucked a god before, and he wanted to change that now.

He leapt into the air, intent on pinning you down and ploughing you until you were hoarse from screaming his name. You flashed a coy grin, and in a sharp movement lifted your arm, your palm slamming into his chest. You twisted around, using his momentum to send him crashing onto his back – a move he could have easily out-manoeuvred, in truth, but the sight of you sliding on top of him, perched on his waist, you thighs around his waist, was the sexiest thing he’d seen in a while, so he let it slide.

He reached for you eagerly, already envisioning how good you’d look riding on top of him, when you flashed him a wicked grin. His arms suddenly stopped short, and Raiden glanced up, puzzled, only to see thin strips of rope coiling slowly around his wrists, tugging his arms over his head.

“…huh?”

He tugged, then yanked, then pulled hard, but his wrists remained bound. He looked back up at you, to your pretty, grinning face, and huffed to himself.

…he wasn’t much for games, but it seemed you were.

Raiden looked good in rope.

His spectacular musculature flexed and contracted with every movement, straining against the confines of the slender knots forming around his wrists. They were enchanted enough that even a God would struggle to break free, although you were beginning to wonder if Raiden was strong enough to break free.

Raiden tilted his head, peering up at you, giving his bindings an experimental tug. He was actually pouting. “Come on, pretty boy.” He groaned miserably, his massive body slumping back on the bed. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind…”

You grinned slightly, lightly trailing your fingertips along the thick, powerful muscle of his thigh. Raiden groaned, his thighs parting, his cock springing eagerly to attention—sweet fucking Eros—

You forced your gaze upwards, meeting Raiden’s eyes with a coy, seductive smile. “Oh?” You caressed his thigh firmly, your gut tightening as Raiden groaned happily, his body arching eagerly into your touch. “And what did you have in mind?”

“Untie me and I’ll show you.”

You pretended to think about it, your fingers dancing across his thigh and coiling around his length, stroking slowly up and down. Raiden hissed, his chest heaving as he thrust his hips upwards. “I don’t know…I think I like you as is.”

“Ooh…ooh…fuck, come on, pretty boy, at least use your mouth or something—”

Your fingers danced over his length quick and clever, and Raiden cursed and bucked his hips, hissing through gritted teeth, his eyes darkening with desire as he grinned ferally up at you.

You smiled innocently. “Say please.”

“I fucking love you—”

“You’re sweet.” You slowly stroked across his leaking tip – Raiden whined, his thighs quivering. “Now say please.”

“Please, please, please let me fuck you—”

“Well, that was fast.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You gave up that easy?”

“I know what I want.” Raiden was practically vibrating, the muscles of his arms bulging and straining against his bindings.

“And what…” You leaned over him, letting your body rub softly against his, your lips against his jaw. “…do you want?”

Crack—

The posts snapped, wood splintering, but you didn’t care. Raiden’s hands closed around your waist, his grin practically feral as he yanked your hips down, his length sliding between your thighs—

Heat seared through you, so fierce and hard you cried out, your head snapping backwards as pure sensation flooded your senses in a haze of sweet red. Below you, Raiden groaned and growled, his hips rolling and bucking, sliding deeper and deeper into you.

“Fuck.” He cursed between gritted teeth, his muscles flexing and contracting under your fingers, his hands sliding up and down your hips and thighs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, you feel so good—"

His hands guided you up and down, his thick, powerful thighs flexing beneath you, his head thrown back, moaning and grunting, his abdomen clenching with each thrust. You fell forward, palms splayed on his warm chest, bracing yourself as you rocked your hips in a hard rhythm, making him shout and roar with approval. Your own length rubbed furiously against his lower abdomen, fire spilling in your belly.

“Raiden—” You gasped out, rolling your hips hard and fast, the heat building rapidly from deep within.

“Oh, gods, say my name, say it again—”

Raiden’s hand roughly smacked your rear, making you yelp, your hips stuttering, lightning searing through you. He grinned wildly up at you, eyes blown black with lust. You surged down, crushing your lips to his, teeth and tongue clashing as he moaned, fingers digging into your skin as he bucked into you, over and over—

“Raiden—” Your gut felt hot and tight, something inside pulling taunt, threatening to snap. “Raiden—!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes—”

Raiden’s release struck with the force of a tidal wave, a roar spilling from his lips from deep within his chest. Fire collided with fire, searing deep in your belly, and a cry spilled from your lips as you bucked against him, your own pleasure overwhelming you.

You lost count of how many times you came together. You had met Gods with less stamina than Raiden seemed to possess, his body hard and hot and contracting, hips thrusting in a seemingly never ending search for release. You were certain half the arena could hear the noises you were making, but it was impossible to care about anything other than Raiden’s hips slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, his mouth hot against your skin, his groans and growls and shouts of pleasure as he filled you so completely. Your bodies became a hazy, heated frenzy of grasping, writhing limbs, fingers raking over flesh, the sheets tangled in your sweaty bodies. At some point bedside table was knocked over, its contents splashing across the floor along with shattered glass, but you were both far too consumed with each other to care.

You were spent, nerves singing from the aftershocks of your final climax, body quivering as Raiden thrust into you from behind, his hands stroking your hips, his face buried in your neck.

“Ah…ah…gods…oh…”

“Raiden.” You breathed his name, fingers absently stroking his wrists. Raiden hissed and his hips stuttered, a quiet roar rumbling from his throat as his release hit, flooding you with blissful heat. He collapsed beside you on the pillows, a huge arm draping over your waist.

“Fuck…” He murmured against your neck. You chuckled vaguely, boneless from pleasure, and leaned back against his glorious chest. He tugged you close, his lips brushing against your shoulder in a surprisingly tender manner.

You tumbled into sleep, Raiden’s warmth at your back.

“There you are!”

A loud voice shook you roughly from sleep. Raiden grumbled something incoherently under his breath, burying his face in your neck, his arm draped over your side. You blinked blearily, tilting your head upwards, catching the sight of a wry grin and blue skin.

“…Lord Shiva?”

“Fucking the enemy during Ragnarok?” Shiva looked thoroughly amused, his lower set of arms crossed loosely in front of him. “Aphrodite might be proud enough she’ll forget to be mad at you.”

You groaned slightly, flopping back against Raiden’s chest, feeling his arms pull more snugly around you. “I thought you were fighting soon?” You mumbled. “Why are you running errands for my mother?”

“Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed…”

“Actually, I’m on a great side of the bed.” You wriggled slightly against Raiden, feeling him stirring beneath you, and you really wanted to focus on that. “Can you just tell her you couldn’t find me?”

Shiva adopted a thoughtful expression, one set of hands on his hips, the others folding behind his head. “You would have me lie for you?” He shook his head, tsking at you, his face morphing into a grin. “For nothing? Such boldness.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head, letting your eyes trail upwards over Shiva’s sculpted abdomen and toned chest, the bulging biceps of his arms – you’d always had a weakness for arms and Shiva had four. “I can make it worth your while.”

“…and your friend there would want that?” Shiva raised an eyebrow questioningly, but you caught the subtle way his eyes slid over you and Raiden both, the unmistakable interest stirring in his gaze. The sight of it send a shiver down your back, the idea of having Raiden and Shiva both at once…

You drove your elbow back into Raiden’s chest, with a little more force than needed. He startled awake with a grunt, his hand gripping your hip. “Hey—! What the fuck…woah—”

He blinked at Shiva a few times, his stupefied expression melting into a lazy grin. “Damn.”

Shiva’s eyebrow arched slightly. “Hello to you too.”

“Does that answer your question?” You stretched out against Raiden, angling your body, the sheets slipping around your hips. “What’s the old saying? Know thy enemy?”

“I don’t think it meant quite like this.” Shiva noted dryly, but his smile told you everything you needed to know. His thumbs hooked around his waistband, tugging until his pants slid down his hips and past his thighs—

“Holy fuck.” Raiden was definitely awake now, his breath quickening and body hardening underneath you, his fingers digging into your hips. “Please say you’re into sharing—”

You laughed, pushing back into Raiden’s chest as Shiva moved onto the bed with cat-like grace, his multiple hands reaching for you and Raiden both as the three of you melted into each other, a tangle of grasping hands and limbs.

“Yes. Very much so.”

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INSTITUTIONALIZED

Michael was smart - real smart. But he also knew that he lived in a society full of institutionalized racism that made it harder for a black kid like him to make it in the white world.

He wanted to go to University, but he knew he would be competing against a lot of spoiled white kids and his family didn't have enough money to support him through even the cheapest college.

True he could skip college and get straight to work but he didn't want to end up like his Uncle Luther who was a petty criminal and a bad role model. Just this morning Luther had woken Michael up and demanded he hide a cache of guns in the house. Michael was afraid of his uncle so he had obeyed.

It was whilst he was looking through the guns, wondering what he had gotten into and where to put them where his Mom wouldn't find them, that he came across a weird looking blaster. It looked more like something from a science fiction film than a real gun so he found a serial number on the base and googled it on a black market page.

The info read - "The Costume gun. Stolen hi-tech weapon. Turns anyone fired at into an empty skin that can be worn to allow a person to adopt their identity. Highly dangerous experimental weapon. Can cause identity dysmorphia."

Michael was astonished. He checked a bit further and soon became convinced this was the real deal. A gun that could let him take another persons identity was now in his possession. A lot of things began to click in his mind. What if he used the gun to steal the life of a rich, privileged white person about to go to college?

It seemed evil to steal another life, but Michael was sick of being denied opportunities because of systematic racism. He could zap some dumb frat boy - study at university and then one day reverse the effect perhaps. He could work it out as he went along - he just knew he needed to get out of this life.

But where was he gonna find a frat boy?

He put the gun in his bag and went out for a walk to think it over.

It was whilst he was walking down an empty street that he saw Madison Laine - the richest bitch in the neighbourhood approaching. She was walking and talking on her mobile phone to her slutty friends whilst chewing gum. Her tight outfit left very little to the imagination - a tiny pair of daisy dukes and a tight pink boob tube.

She was the same age as Michael but they were definitely not in the same social circles. Madison went to an exclusive private school and her Daddy was a multi-millionaire oil magnate. She was spoiled, beautiful and rich and already had a place at an Ivy League University. He had read about her online - she was already a semi-famous instagrammer and aspiring model. Everyone in the area lusted after her in one way or another.

She was also a total bitch and as Michael approached the look of total disdain in her eyes made something in him snap. She giggled and a sneer appeared on her pretty lips. "Oh my gosh girls, I thought all black guys were fucking hot - but I just saw this TOTAL fucking nerd. What a LOSER."

Madison had quite the taste for black guys. She apparantly only fucked black cock and could be found out in the clubs cheating on her white boyfriend nearly every night. That would have turned a lot of black guys on - a perfect blonde snow bunny ready to give herself to superior men.

But Michael was sick of privileged sluts like this one treating black guys like they were either nothing, or simply big dicks to fetishize over. He walked past Madison in barely contained fury and she caught his expression and scowled.

"Hey you... you fucking nerd. How dare you like look at me like that. I'm your fucking superior and you better fucking show it."

Michael ground his teeth. "You're not my superior, you're just an over-privileged white girl that thinks she deserves all her Daddy's blood money."

"Hold on girls, I just need to deal with something," grinned Madison as she hung up. Advancing on Michael she jabbed him hard in the chest with a long acyrillic nail and giggled as he yelped in pain. "Haha, listen dork. All I have to do is make one call to the cops. 'Ohhhhh, help me help me.' Who knows what those racist fucks will do when they see me, the scared innocent white girl being pestered by you."

"You fucking bitch," snapped Michael and suddenly the gun was in his hands.

"What the fuck is that? A toy? Ohhhh this gets even better. They'll probably shoot you when they see you're 'armed'." Laughing Madison began to dial 911.

With a gasp of panic Michael pulled the trigger.

The gun whined and a pink ray leapt out and engulfed Madison. Her face turned suprised, then the beautiful slut moaned softly as her body deflated and in an instant she was just an empty skin lying on the pavement with a discarded handbag and phone next to it.

Michael felt a cold moment of panic - what the hell had he done that for?

He immediately considered flipping the reverse switch and transforming her back - but he knew full well Madison would call the cops. She wouldn't be grateful for him reversing the rays effects.

In a panic he reached down and gathered the skin. It was impossibly soft and her skin smelt amazing. Her hair was even nicer to touch and still felt warm. He stuffed the skin and all the skimpy clothes into his bag and ran home.

On the way, Michael imagined what would happen if a cop stopped him and searched him. How would he explain this situation. He felt more anger than ever.

Safe back home Michael laid Madison and her things on his bed. What was he going to do? If Madison didn't turn up, her bitchy friends and family would stop at nothing to track her down. They'd easily track her back to him and he'd be screwed. If he turned her back, she'd just call the cops on him. He had no choice... he was going to have to become Madison.

A shameful part of him was excited at the idea as he examined the tiny skin and all her girly clothes.

Michael stripped off and then picking up Madison, examined how to wear her. There was a slit down the back of the suit - so he opened it and slowly pushed his feet inside. The skin was soft and warm and his feet slid easily inside. It felt like the skin was eagerly welcoming him inside and clinging to him possessively.

It looked weird as his feet and legs slid in and Madison's skin overrode his. Not only were his legs now perfectly smooth and sexy - they were white. His feet were tiny now. Somehow the skin was making him smaller, fitting him inside. He wiggled his toes and gasped to see the ten perfectly pedicured toes wriggle with their white nails and toe rings.

"Hmmmm this feels pretty good," groaned Michael as he pulled the skin up to his waist. He thrust his cock deep inside the groin of the skin and snapped Madison's taut buttocks over his own. His cock tingled and then sensation vanished, instead replaced by Madison's pampered pink pussy - freshly waxed and shaven.

"Holy fuck I have a pussy now," grinned Michael sliding his fingers in and gasping as he felt them slide deep into his own velvety softness. This was the real deal - the skin was reallt making him into a girl.

He quickly pulled the rest of it up, tugging Madison's big heavy boobs into place. They felt amazing on his body and it was weird to look down and see them hanging there - but also kind of nice. Each one was full and round. Rubbing the nipples felt good.

His whole body was tiny and curvy now. Entirely hairless. A bellybutton ring twinkled in his toned abdomen and washboard tummy.

His arms were now slender and lightly tanned, the fingers ending in slutty acryllic nails and ornamented with rings.

Only one thing was left to do.

With a tingle of excitement Michael slid his head inside Madison's beautiful face and shivered as he felt the slot on the back seal up and the suit tighten.

Blonde hair fastened to his scalp and his eyes rolled up as his voice box changed and he moaned in feminine pleasure as the suit completed transforming him into Madison.

A hot flush ran through him and his head tingled. A host of unfamiliar memories throbbed in his mind and he realised he was gaining all of Madison's knowledge and memories along with enough of her personality and mannerisms to pass safely as her.

You naughty boy... how does it feel inside me. Good huh?

A voice seemed to whisper in Michael's head telling him he was someone else now. Someone better.

Yesssss Michael. You're a naughty white girl now - you're a slut and a bitch. Your Daddy is rich and you can be a spoiled little whore, every single day. This is what you wanted all along. You're Madison now!

Turning to the mirror the new Madison; giggled as she saw her reflection. A pretty bitch used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. It felt good to be Madison.

"Ohhhh fuck I feel like sooooo fucking naughty, mmmmmh I am sooooo hawt now."

Michael smirked at how big his white titties were and how sexy his manicured nails felt. It was amazing to be this beautiful.

Yessss that's it. You're me now loser. You love being me. Your mind is becoming my mind. Our thoughts and desires are as one. You are inside me and you never want to leave.

Muchael purred as he accepted these strange new thoughts. Whilst in the skin it was so easy to think, act and feel like a naughty bitch. All thoughts of taking the skin off were burned away by Madison's intrinsic narcissism. Why would anyone NOT want to be her?

Michael knew inside he was still Michael; but right now Michael was enjoying being Madison too much to care. Taking control of Madison's white privilege was making him feel dizzy.

Eughhhh I have to get out of this dump and back to my mansion. I totally have plans to make and college is going to be so much fun now I'm an Alpha bitch.

Picking up Madison's phone Michael laughed delightedly as it unlocked via face recognition. Her life was his. He WAS Madison. He hadn't meant to use the gun on her, but he had and it was too late now.

"Yessss, as Madison I can have it all. I deserve to be the pampered spoiled brat who gets what she wants. Being a mean, white, brat is gonna be so much fun. No wait... what am I saying? I hate girls like Madison."

That's why you wanna be me so badly dweeb. You lust to have my white privilege and get it all. You can't fight me Michael, you're already under my control. Give yourself to me and take your place as the new Madison.

Lying on his bed Michael began to helplessly play with his new body. He was being overwhelmed by Madison's bratty personality, he was becoming her.

You are ME loser.

Michael/Madison opened her eyes and giggled. Of course she was her. Who else would she be?

Her personality now in flux she was about to play with herself some more when she suddenly heard a creak downstairs and her heart skipped a beat. Who the fuck could that be?

The answer came as the door opened and Luther suddenly walked in. He was back to collect his guns, but he gawped and looked amazed as he beheld the gorgeous white girl in his dweeby nephews room. "Hey gorgeous who the fuck are you?"

Michael was usually scared of Luther but now he was Madison, he felt different. In fact Madison felt turned on by this situation. She had never noticed how big and strong Luther was. She bet he had a big dick too.

"Ohhhh hey, you must be Luther. I'm Michael's friend from school Madison. In fact we're like actually we're fuck buddies. Mmmmh you see, I can't get enough of black guys you see - I love a big black cock, it's what I live for. Michael is totally average but he's still superior to some white loser."

Michael was amazed at the slutty trash coming out of his mouth - but the Madison part of him was just turned on by it. She felt her pussy get wet as Luther looked at her appraisingly and he unzipped his fly slowly.

"You little white slut - you think my nerdy Nephew is a good fuck, you should come suck on a real mans cock."

"Mmmmh like ummm okay," giggled Madison without hesitation as Luther's massive black dick flopped out and she hungrily advanced.

Michael found his mouth salivating. He couldn't control himself. He was a horny white size queen now and he needed big cock. He couldn't control his new body as Madison's instincts took control.

Meanwhile Luther groaned happily as Madison lowered herself to her knees and slid her hot wet mouth around his dick.

He had no idea his dweeby Nephew had such great taste.

Licking and stroking Luther's cock - worshiping it in delight - Madison giggled as it got bigger and bigger for her. She knew this was twisted and wrong - potentially incestuous even if Luther was a distant 'uncle', but in this skin she wasn't Luther's Nephew anymore - she was a spoiled size queen who loved a big black dick and Luther was all hers. The sense of power - of knowing Luther wanted and needed her mouth and pussy so bad was intoxicating.

Madison got to work sucking and slurping on the monster cock before her. She had memories of sucking lots of cock - but this was actually the biggest she had ever had and of course in reality - for Michael this was his first. The skin gave him the muscle memory and skills of a practiced college cheerleader - Madison had learned to suck cock years ago and she loved to swallow cum.

Luther moaned in pleasure. This bitch was amazing. "Yesssss that's it baby. White sluts like you live to suck black dick. Work that tongue baby, suck it real good."

Yesss Michael. You really wanna know how it feels to be a slut and be me, hurry up and get that cock inside you. This monster is all yours and it's going to feel so good stretching your tight young pussy out. You're such a bad girl and you love it. At college there will be even more cock to ride. I know you can't wait. You're Madison now so enjoy it!

"Yessss I love being Madison, oooohbh I need you to fuck me Luther - I want your cock so bad," whined Madison as she finished slurping and looked at him endearingly. The voice in her head made her want to do such deliciously nasty things. "Please fuck my pussy."

Luther bent Madison over and slapped her ass hard. She moaned and pushed her back up - presenting her tight pussy to her lover as he growled in appreciation and slowly pushed his massive cock inside Madison's super tight teenage pussy

"Ohhhhh fuck yes - ohhhh its so big!" moaned Madison in joy as Luther began to slide in and out of her soaking pussy and thrust harder and harder into her. It felt so good and her huge tits jiggled as he fucked the shit out of her.

Being a white slut feels good doesn't it? You love being me.

Luther pounded Madison and she squealed as she orgasmed over his dick. Then he picked her up and fucked her even deeper till she came again.

Madison's pussy juices were dripping down lubricating his cock and making him slide so deep into her perfect pussy and fucking her felt so good. Luther couldn't take much more of this insatiable slut. She was a sex machine.

"Shit baby - I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Yessss do it all over my face; I want all that cum," begged Madison. Luther was happy to oblige and she squealed in delight as he unloaded all over her pretty face. Thick globs of warm cum erupted over her lips and her chin, dripping down onto her large firm tits.

With cum dripping over his outer body and making him feel like such a delicious whore - inside the skin Michael had accepted that this was his new life now.

Being Madison felt amazing. The devious slut wondered whether there was even a way to make Luther appear responsible for Michael's inevitable disappearance in a few days. Maybe she could engineer something after all she had Luther hooked now.

"Damn girl that pussy is fine. Are you in town all summer?"

"Yeah; till I go to college. We can fuck again if you like baby?"

Luther grinned. He was all for more but he had no idea the horny slut in front of him was already planning to make it look like he killed Michael in a fit of jealousy and her Daddy's lawyers would make mincemeat out of this idiot and keep the story out of the papers. Money and white privillege always won in the end.

"Ooohhh and in the meantime we can fuck that big dick and cum all night. Hehe we're so bad."

Michael had become exactly the sort of white privileged manipulative bitch he had always despised. As Madison he would go to University, join a sorority ride a lot of dick and party. It was gonna be fun. Michael was now Madison and he had definitely been institutionalized.

She was gonna use the system to get what she wanted and spend her days filled with big black dick. Fetish or no fetish she was an evil blonde whore and college was going to be a blast.

THE END

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