Gods Reborn: Odin

 

 

Odin, The All-Father, hadn't been himself in some time. His power had been stripped and reduced into mere clothing as his soul was thrusted to earth. No memory, no power. A mere babe again. As his divinity was confined to fabric and transported to earth, he already knew Loki had a hand in it, but the real thorn in everyone's side was Zeus for upsetting all the tricksters. Now the gods had to deal with his mistakes.

Up until then Odin’s flesh bound counterpart had been renamed Lian, by his parents. He hadn't even been the one who found his own divinity. His older brother had brought it, back from college, as a gift, a hat and shirt combo brimming with his potential. Lian had been a budding hipster, but once the shirt slid on the hat came down, that was over. Lian’s chest rose, like a baked loaf. 

“What the hell?” His brother Dax asked, having just seen the shirt go on. Thinking he was being pranked, Dax went to jokingly twist a nipple, only to find real flesh there. Warm to the touch he snapped his hand back afraid he'd get burned. Lian started to grow aging by the second, his height stacked upon itself, standing taller than their father. Dax fell on his ass, as muscles choked up Lian’s sleeves, biceps too bulked to not be an issue as hair rose over his forearms. Then Lian’s face modified itself into a man’s as his nose got more pronounced. A mustache erupted under his nose bushy and brown from a boy who couldn’t even grow peach fuzz. His jaw got hidden as a glorious beard grew out from his cheeks. Lian had grown back into Odin. A much younger, but no less powerful Odin. 

Only the top half of Lian’s outfit carried Odin’s essence, as such his pants and underwear were blown to smithereens. It’s been said one should not look at divinity lightly. If only Dax had known. It was almost instinctual, more than curiosity, that his eyes wandered down. A fat floppy cock, surrounded by a dark brown bush, sat out in the open like a third leg housed between skull crushing thighs. Odin bellowed as the woods around him shook, his cock rose to full mast, and cum escaped from his cock head as if fired out of a pressurized hose. Dax got hit directly in the face, then cheek, shirt, then his pants. 

Hard for Dax to open his eyes when the seed had the consistency of glue. The smell had a strong herbal scent. Dax found his tongue moving on its own to lap up the cum. The young man’s eyes lit up as he swallowed. It even slid down his throat properly. Dax knew in that instance it wasn’t simply his unborn nibblings, he’d ingest, there was something otherworldly in it.

“Li what the hell just happened.” he asked cock hard, cum not cooling on his skin.

“Not Lian, I am Odin.” The man said, no trace of Lian’s voice, no doubt burned away by the testosterone released from his swinging bull balls. “Thank you for reuniting me with my divinity, I must go, to find how the other gods have fared in my time away.” He turned away and Dax saw the back of the shirt caught up on Odin’s massive ass before the man disappeared. Dax wiped more cum off his face and brought it to his lips. “Mmmmmm,” body shivers all over. As he pulled his fingers out a realization hit him. 

“Oh shit, what am I gonna say to mom and dad?”