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Every inch of your skin is drenched in sweat by the time dawn seeps through the parted curtains of your bedroom window; the effort he puts into fucking you trickling down his temples and making the spikes of his ash blonde hair damp and droopy in that enticing way only he can pull off.

Nothing but quiet, sleepy gasps and hushed moans are exchanged between your panting mouths as he keeps kissing you. He's tracing his warm tongue across the roof of your mouth and over the flatness of your front teeth as he holds himself steady above you, broad, scar-riddled shoulders flexing before he dips in and sucks your tongue inside his mouth to make your saliva mix together.

He's slamming home every single time he pulls his hips back and rams them straight back into yours - movements now more animal than human after twenty minutes of raw screwing - and the friction gives him this wild look in his eye you only get to see when he's vulnerable like this. It's the one that makes the red in his already fierce irises even more vicious, and that tells you just how intensely he cares for you without ever uttering a word about it.

And it hurts when he gets it. All of it hurts, from how deeply he starts to crawl and sink himself inside you because of it, but you take it like a champ; you always do. Even if you cry and whine about it like a little cat in heat that needs to get taken care of. Even if you start to squirm underneath that massive, vigorous frame of his.

You're worried that he might be annoyed from how much you're moving around, trying to squeeze your legs back together and to push him out so that you can fucking breathe, but it's all for nothing.

After all, your softness doesn't bother your brute of a husband at all. He just licks your tears away, kisses your sticky cheeks that have a tang of salt to them from the tears you keep spilling that make the pillow underneath your head wet, before he bottoms out yet again and just holds himself there; making you endure his hard cock that is outright throbbing inside your belly now.

He's dazed because of your soft cunt; outright delirious as you start to tighten and gush all over him for the third time ever since his alarm clock woke you both up. He's never felt more like a man - chest puffing with twisted pride - as he watches you tip your head back into that goddamn pillow and just sob his name out with quivering lips again and again.

It's a struggle to go to work after all of that. Your pussy is so wet for him, he can hear it. The squelching noises are so obscene that they make his mind go fucking hazy with lust and adoration. You just can't stop sucking him in, despite crying about it.

So, you surely need more, right? Need him to go even deeper and fill you up, so that you're all warm and sticky with his cum. I mean, what kind of husband would he be if he didn't give the missus what she's silently begging him for?

"Shh, shh, shh, baby. Jus' one more and then we're done, yeah?"

It was an insane ask.

Was it even an ask?

Kento, was so caring and soft at times. Would stay up with you and talk about everything and nothing until your husband would come home drunk. Shared the same interests in books and cinema. Walked around museums together enjoying the art. But was so stern in his ways. Keeping the family together and sturdy was a must, making sure the Nanami household legacy was upheld was instilled in him. So he instilled it in his son. Kento figured you'd be pregnant soon after getting married. Have a grandchild running around the sycamore tree their deceased grandmother so loved so watch on a windy day.

But two years had passed and then his son passed unexpectedly with no heir be it boy or girl.

He sighed, that day sitting across from you im the tatami room, dressed in dark blue yukata that fit him nicely. Gazing out the window towards the sycamore tree. "We have to keep up the Nanami legacy [+]."

You blinked. Once. Twice. Keep up?

"I-I'm confused sir-"

"You and my son-" he clarified, fingers dancing around the rim of the tea glass on the coffee table, "you didn't create a successor before his death. It's just us two now." He straights out his yukata, then finally looks to you, "We'll have to take on our roles."

Your mouth goes to open but nothing comes out. Maybe shock, audacity, confusion- it's all stuck in your throat. Tightening, tightening-

"But we have to do what we must. To keep the family together. You have to understand. Where else will you go if not this?"

Where else? Where else would you go?

It should've been an easy answer, back home. Or anywhere else but to do something so- so horrid. So blasphemous.

But this had been the only thing you'd known your whole life. To be married, create a home, be a good wife. A role ingrained in you. You didn't need to go to college, you didn't need your school friends. You needed to upkeep your family name. Marrying into the Nanami family kept your father from going broke, helped your older sister pay off her husbands debts and got your little brother through private school.

And if you left, if that were taken away then- then —

The words fell out of your mouth before you comprehended what you even said. Your hand covered your mouth with a gasp, shaking eyes towards the last bloodline in the Nanami household as he stood up from the table. He towered over you, controlling the space, the entire situation without a word of objection.

"It'll be easier on odd days of the week then, I worked hard for so long at work I can finally go easy on myself." He explains, arms crossed over his chest. He gives you a little bow, his deep voice rings in your mind even before he leaves, "Let's try our best [+]."

And that you did.

Letting your father in law stuff you full with his cum night until the dawn of an even day. He'd hold you still as you felt him pump your cervix full of his seed, slowly rocking into to give you every drop he could with his hand intertwined with one of yours. Brushing your curls out of the way and nibbling at your earlobe, his breath tickling you.

"You're so good for me darling, always so good taking it. Should be with our child soon."

His other hand would snake down to your overstimulated pussy, feeling your sensitive bud and the mixed cum leaking from your entrance, down his cock. He'd throb inside you, leaving a sensual kiss right at the corner of your mouth.

"Let's make sure it sticks," he lets out a breathy groan as he thrusts deep inside you, "Just once more Sweetheart."

God, it made you delirious, the way he stretched you out running through your mind, his blond and grey strands swaying as sweat dripped down his abs and face, that piercing look in his eyes—

"Are you okay [+]?" Kentos words snap you out of your thoughts.

You quickly avert your eyes to the dining table, clearing your throat as heat rises under your cheeks.

"I'm fine." You quickly stuff your face with the meal infront of you, peeking up to look at him. He's so absent minded, to himself.

"How was work? You said you had an important meeting earlier."

"Yes," he lets out a disgruntled sigh, "But it seems my partners just tried to arrange a marriage meeting for me."

A marriage meeting?

No- why should you feel jealous? You're just his daughter in law.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"I told them there was someone important waiting for me at home, thankfully they got the hint."

You nod, stuffing you mouth with food. But it still ran your mind as you both finished dinner. Were you important to him? Or was it the soon to be child in your stomach?

You wanted to be important. Someone useful to Nanami, just as you used to be. Even when you were married to Nanami's son, Kento was the one who made you feel important. He was there those lonely nights because he understood well what it was like to be alone. To be the one to take care of everything and not get a thank you in return. That there was reason to be married. That you could find happiness in other things, that a dull marriage was- well- normal. If you could make him happy, if you could give him a baby, everything would be perfect right?

"Jesus honey, are you alright?" Nanami snatched your hands away from the kitchen sink. You hadn't even realized the dish in yout hand had completely shattered in the sink as you were rinsing it off.

"I-" you gulped, looking at the blonde who had concern and worry in his eyes. It made heat rise under your cheeks, pushing at his chest to create some distance, "I'm alright."

Nanami scans you entirely, and then notices the little cut bleeding from your hands, "Stay there."

"Sir-"

"Stay there, [+]."

Kento is gone just for a second, you can hear the clattering of the upstairs bathroom, and then him rushing back to you, hair a bit of a mess now. He gently pulls you to the kitchen table, sitting down in a chair as he sets the first aid kit down.

You pulls you inbetween his legs, lifting your hand to inspect the small cut that dripped from your finger, just to make sure it's nothing more. His glasses sit at the edge of his nose before he lets out an amused sigh, "I've always said we would needed one in here, no one wanted to listen."

"Lucky that nothings happened."

"Till now." His eyes flick up toward you and you immediately look else where, heart pounding even louder now. "It's best to be prepared for such things." He says as he rolls up his sleeves to his button down shirt.

And then you feel it, Nanami's lips wrapping around your finger. You gasp, eyes widening, but it it only makes you go weak in the knees as his tongue swirls around the cut, his look never leaving you as he does so. He lets go of it with a 'pop,' humming as if nothing just happened, taking a bandaid from the kit and wrapping it around the cut on your finger.

"The blood shouldve stopped by now."

You take a step back but he only stands up, taking a step forward, his large and muscular figure towering over you. His hand goes to your neck, thumb caressing you and then feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

"You don't feel sick." His eyebrows knitted together, lips pursing, “you do feel warm though. Do you always run hot?"

Just today, You want to say. Your stomach has a thousand butterflies flying around inside, every one of Kento's movements have you hot and flustered, desperate for another touch. Another look- another anything- You don't dare to say it though, teeth grinding together in nervousness.

You try once more, retracting yourself from his touch, "I told you, I'm fine Mr. Nanami-"

"—Kento darling, I've told you."

"K-Kento." You gulp, "I'm not sick, 'm just-"

"—Needy." He rasps. He takes a step forward, hand slowly going from your forehead, to your chin, down the hills of your breasts, and landing on the curves of your hips, pulling you closer. "I've been needy before."

He takes your chin in between his fingers, getting close enough you can feel his breath against your plump lips, "In fact, I'm burning.”

“Have you ever felt that like that honey? I'm burning right now." You can feel it, his chest rising and falling faster, the swelling in his dress pants pressed up against your stomach, his warm and calloused hand on your back. You're breath hitches, letting him take your hand and wrap it around his neck. His face so close to yours, he bends down to your ear.

He whispers, "It's more than an off day, darling. No work till Tuesday."

Your knees buckle falling against him as he smashes his lips Into yours. Is this what you've both been aching for since this morning?To be closer than the night before, despising having to sleep in different beds as father and daughter in law?

He lifts you off your feet, molding your lips together and pulling the tie from around his neck. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers getting tangled in hair as he pushes you against the kitchen table, pushing the first aid kit to the floor.

"I've thought about this," he pants, hands hurdily taking off your skirt, "allll day. Ran through my mind over and over, and over again. Then to get home-" he lifts your soft lavender turtleneck over your chest, exposing your perfect tits to the cool air.

"And you had- hah- no bra on, nipples practically on full display."

You let out a shaky breath, his hand going up your stomach to squeeze the mound in his hand. "I-I forgot."

Nanami chuckles in your ear, slipping off your shirt god knows where. "She forgot, she forgot she says." He murmurs, squeezing and groping your tit before licking up your collar bone, brushing your lips yout his thumb to open your mouth.

"Forgot my ass."

He sticks his tongue in your mouth, twisting your tongues together, lips smacking with every kiss. You hear the belt to his pants 'click', pulling them down just enough for you to feel his chub as he grinds into you. He runs it through the pussy lips that's being withheld in your wet underwear, making you both moan.

You grind upward, the friction absolutely perfect against your bud, "Sir- Mr. Nanami- god, I need-"

"Need?" He raises an eyebrow, lifting himself off you just enough to get a full look at your gorgeous body. "Have to tell me exactly what l need to hear sweetheart, nothing has changed."

You shudder, knots forming in your stomach and open your legs wider, bringing your knees up to your chest, syrup gushing through the fabric of the underwear, you look up at him with those pretty eyes, "Please, mmph- please get me pregnant tonight Mr. Nanami."

The older man isn't even sure he's thinking straight anymore, pupils widening as a riiiiiiiip is heard from your underwear.

"Mr. Nanami!"

"We will- hah- we will have to buy you more, in the future baby." He hands rubs the side of your hips, groaning at the idea in his head while he tosses the measly fabric in the kitchen chair, "They will get wider when our child grows inside of you."

He sucks two digits into his mouth till they're wet, slotting his thick fingers inside of your waiting hold. Thrusting them in and out. "Come on sweetheart, open up for me. Show me how good you are."

You croon, rolling your hips into his fingers. He scissors them inside you, holding your hips down till your first orgasm washes over you. Kento pulls is cock out of his underwear, rubbing it as it grows harder.

He nudges his cockhead inside your hole, growling as the soft and warm feel of you, "God, so fuckin tight sweetheart, 's only been two days.”

Slowly thrusting his hips into you, he pushes your knees to your shoulders higher, "Come on honey, biiiiig stretch f' me." And he slowly fits himself inside you, your back arching off the table and clawing his back in pain and pleasure till you feel his wife mushroom kissing your cervix.

"Sir, hngh- you're so biiig!"

"This messy fucking cunt," he drawls, jackhammering into your gummy walls, gripping your neck as he leaves a trail of little bruises down your chest, "Sobbing just for me, always- hck- always so gooood."

He tongue run through the valley of your chest, licking your hardened peaks sloppily. He sucks them, flicking your nipples with his tongue while he watches you wither in his hold. You claw at his broad shoulders, sobbing at how good you feel.

"You must like this- no- love this. The idea of me- hmm- your father, being the one to get you nice and round with my baby." He pounds into you, a thwack, thwack thwack being heard every time your hips meet, "Pussy's been dying to get bred since you've started to live here."

"My son, he couldn't- ack- fuck you like this. Ahh- Have you crying out my name like this. Not to worry, my love" his breath hitches, salivating as your walls cling to him. "I will be here, just as you need. For you and our baby."

The older man slips in deeper, higher, you choke on a sob, "I'm gonna- anngh- Mr. Nanami!" dots forming in your eyes as you unexpectedly cum on his cock.

He stutters, heavy balls sloshing against your weaping pussy as he sloppily thrusts into you, unyealding even after you just came. "I-I- me- will get you pregnant and then you will be- hah- my wife. All mine. Always have been mine. Isn't that right darling?"

You? Being his wife? It sounded like a dream, simple stupid fantasy.

But you hear him coo, leaving a filthy kiss on your mouth, "It's not a dream honey, You were always meant to be a Nanami. Only mine."

Your pussy clenches, sucking him back in on your second set of lips own devices. He hisses, thrusts into getting harder, the table creaking. His hands pats your tummy, right where he could press town and feel his cock bumping your cervix over and over.

The blonde hiccups, "How many would you like, my love. One- one would be good, two or three would be-*

"Perfect," you say breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your stupidly slur, "Want you- want you t' fill me up again, sir, please— angh- give me your babies."

His eyes lock onto you, moaning at the words you've said. "Oh, darling."

He slams into you, rolling his hips as his eyes close, holding you tight in his arms. It's all perfect, the way you cream around him, his milky white cum entering your cervix perfectly filling you till the brim.

Kento looks at you, exhausted and completely helpless. Just the way he's intended.

And the man always got what he wanted.

Even if that meant getting rid of someone for it.

The older man coos, patting your thigh, "Let's make sure you stay plugged up all night, right, my wife?"

It was an insane ask.

Was it even an ask?

Kento, was so caring and soft at times. Would stay up with you and talk about everything and nothing until your husband would come home drunk. Shared the same interests in books and cinema. Walked around museums together enjoying the art. But was so stern in his ways. Keeping the family together and sturdy was a must, making sure the Nanami household legacy was upheld was instilled in him. So he instilled it in his son. Kento figured you'd be pregnant soon after getting married. Have a grandchild running around the sycamore tree their deceased grandmother so loved so watch on a windy day.

But two years had passed and then his son passed unexpectedly with no heir be it boy or girl.

He sighed, that day sitting across from you im the tatami room, dressed in dark blue yukata that fit him nicely. Gazing out the window towards the sycamore tree. "We have to keep up the Nanami legacy [+]."

You blinked. Once. Twice. Keep up?

"I-I'm confused sir-"

"You and my son-" he clarified, fingers dancing around the rim of the tea glass on the coffee table, "you didn't create a successor before his death. It's just us two now." He straights out his yukata, then finally looks to you, "We'll have to take on our roles."

Your mouth goes to open but nothing comes out. Maybe shock, audacity, confusion- it's all stuck in your throat. Tightening, tightening-

"But we have to do what we must. To keep the family together. You have to understand. Where else will you go if not this?"

Where else? Where else would you go?

It should've been an easy answer, back home. Or anywhere else but to do something so- so horrid. So blasphemous.

But this had been the only thing you'd known your whole life. To be married, create a home, be a good wife. A role ingrained in you. You didn't need to go to college, you didn't need your school friends. You needed to upkeep your family name. Marrying into the Nanami family kept your father from going broke, helped your older sister pay off her husbands debts and got your little brother through private school.

And if you left, if that were taken away then- then —

The words fell out of your mouth before you comprehended what you even said. Your hand covered your mouth with a gasp, shaking eyes towards the last bloodline in the Nanami household as he stood up from the table. He towered over you, controlling the space, the entire situation without a word of objection.

"It'll be easier on odd days of the week then, I worked hard for so long at work I can finally go easy on myself." He explains, arms crossed over his chest. He gives you a little bow, his deep voice rings in your mind even before he leaves, "Let's try our best [+]."

And that you did.

Letting your father in law stuff you full with his cum night until the dawn of an even day. He'd hold you still as you felt him pump your cervix full of his seed, slowly rocking into to give you every drop he could with his hand intertwined with one of yours. Brushing your curls out of the way and nibbling at your earlobe, his breath tickling you.

"You're so good for me darling, always so good taking it. Should be with our child soon."

His other hand would snake down to your overstimulated pussy, feeling your sensitive bud and the mixed cum leaking from your entrance, down his cock. He'd throb inside you, leaving a sensual kiss right at the corner of your mouth.

"Let's make sure it sticks," he lets out a breathy groan as he thrusts deep inside you, "Just once more Sweetheart."

God, it made you delirious, the way he stretched you out running through your mind, his blond and grey strands swaying as sweat dripped down his abs and face, that piercing look in his eyes—

"Are you okay [+]?" Kentos words snap you out of your thoughts.

You quickly avert your eyes to the dining table, clearing your throat as heat rises under your cheeks.

"I'm fine." You quickly stuff your face with the meal infront of you, peeking up to look at him. He's so absent minded, to himself.

"How was work? You said you had an important meeting earlier."

"Yes," he lets out a disgruntled sigh, "But it seems my partners just tried to arrange a marriage meeting for me."

A marriage meeting?

No- why should you feel jealous? You're just his daughter in law.

Nothing more, nothing less.

"I told them there was someone important waiting for me at home, thankfully they got the hint."

You nod, stuffing you mouth with food. But it still ran your mind as you both finished dinner. Were you important to him? Or was it the soon to be child in your stomach?

You wanted to be important. Someone useful to Nanami, just as you used to be. Even when you were married to Nanami's son, Kento was the one who made you feel important. He was there those lonely nights because he understood well what it was like to be alone. To be the one to take care of everything and not get a thank you in return. That there was reason to be married. That you could find happiness in other things, that a dull marriage was- well- normal. If you could make him happy, if you could give him a baby, everything would be perfect right?

"Jesus honey, are you alright?" Nanami snatched your hands away from the kitchen sink. You hadn't even realized the dish in yout hand had completely shattered in the sink as you were rinsing it off.

"I-" you gulped, looking at the blonde who had concern and worry in his eyes. It made heat rise under your cheeks, pushing at his chest to create some distance, "I'm alright."

Nanami scans you entirely, and then notices the little cut bleeding from your hands, "Stay there."

"Sir-"

"Stay there, [+]."

Kento is gone just for a second, you can hear the clattering of the upstairs bathroom, and then him rushing back to you, hair a bit of a mess now. He gently pulls you to the kitchen table, sitting down in a chair as he sets the first aid kit down.

You pulls you inbetween his legs, lifting your hand to inspect the small cut that dripped from your finger, just to make sure it's nothing more. His glasses sit at the edge of his nose before he lets out an amused sigh, "I've always said we would needed one in here, no one wanted to listen."

"Lucky that nothings happened."

"Till now." His eyes flick up toward you and you immediately look else where, heart pounding even louder now. "It's best to be prepared for such things." He says as he rolls up his sleeves to his button down shirt.

And then you feel it, Nanami's lips wrapping around your finger. You gasp, eyes widening, but it it only makes you go weak in the knees as his tongue swirls around the cut, his look never leaving you as he does so. He lets go of it with a 'pop,' humming as if nothing just happened, taking a bandaid from the kit and wrapping it around the cut on your finger.

"The blood shouldve stopped by now."

You take a step back but he only stands up, taking a step forward, his large and muscular figure towering over you. His hand goes to your neck, thumb caressing you and then feeling your forehead with the back of his hand.

"You don't feel sick." His eyebrows knitted together, lips pursing, “you do feel warm though. Do you always run hot?"

Just today, You want to say. Your stomach has a thousand butterflies flying around inside, every one of Kento's movements have you hot and flustered, desperate for another touch. Another look- another anything- You don't dare to say it though, teeth grinding together in nervousness.

You try once more, retracting yourself from his touch, "I told you, I'm fine Mr. Nanami-"

"—Kento darling, I've told you."

"K-Kento." You gulp, "I'm not sick, 'm just-"

"—Needy." He rasps. He takes a step forward, hand slowly going from your forehead, to your chin, down the hills of your breasts, and landing on the curves of your hips, pulling you closer. "I've been needy before."

He takes your chin in between his fingers, getting close enough you can feel his breath against your plump lips, "In fact, I'm burning.”

“Have you ever felt that like that honey? I'm burning right now." You can feel it, his chest rising and falling faster, the swelling in his dress pants pressed up against your stomach, his warm and calloused hand on your back. You're breath hitches, letting him take your hand and wrap it around his neck. His face so close to yours, he bends down to your ear.

He whispers, "It's more than an off day, darling. No work till Tuesday."

Your knees buckle falling against him as he smashes his lips Into yours. Is this what you've both been aching for since this morning?To be closer than the night before, despising having to sleep in different beds as father and daughter in law?

He lifts you off your feet, molding your lips together and pulling the tie from around his neck. You wrap your legs around his waist, fingers getting tangled in hair as he pushes you against the kitchen table, pushing the first aid kit to the floor.

"I've thought about this," he pants, hands hurdily taking off your skirt, "allll day. Ran through my mind over and over, and over again. Then to get home-" he lifts your soft lavender turtleneck over your chest, exposing your perfect tits to the cool air.

"And you had- hah- no bra on, nipples practically on full display."

You let out a shaky breath, his hand going up your stomach to squeeze the mound in his hand. "I-I forgot."

Nanami chuckles in your ear, slipping off your shirt god knows where. "She forgot, she forgot she says." He murmurs, squeezing and groping your tit before licking up your collar bone, brushing your lips yout his thumb to open your mouth.

"Forgot my ass."

He sticks his tongue in your mouth, twisting your tongues together, lips smacking with every kiss. You hear the belt to his pants 'click', pulling them down just enough for you to feel his chub as he grinds into you. He runs it through the pussy lips that's being withheld in your wet underwear, making you both moan.

You grind upward, the friction absolutely perfect against your bud, "Sir- Mr. Nanami- god, I need-"

"Need?" He raises an eyebrow, lifting himself off you just enough to get a full look at your gorgeous body. "Have to tell me exactly what l need to hear sweetheart, nothing has changed."

You shudder, knots forming in your stomach and open your legs wider, bringing your knees up to your chest, syrup gushing through the fabric of the underwear, you look up at him with those pretty eyes, "Please, mmph- please get me pregnant tonight Mr. Nanami."

The older man isn't even sure he's thinking straight anymore, pupils widening as a riiiiiiiip is heard from your underwear.

"Mr. Nanami!"

"We will- hah- we will have to buy you more, in the future baby." He hands rubs the side of your hips, groaning at the idea in his head while he tosses the measly fabric in the kitchen chair, "They will get wider when our child grows inside of you."

He sucks two digits into his mouth till they're wet, slotting his thick fingers inside of your waiting hold. Thrusting them in and out. "Come on sweetheart, open up for me. Show me how good you are."

You croon, rolling your hips into his fingers. He scissors them inside you, holding your hips down till your first orgasm washes over you. Kento pulls is cock out of his underwear, rubbing it as it grows harder.

He nudges his cockhead inside your hole, growling as the soft and warm feel of you, "God, so fuckin tight sweetheart, 's only been two days.”

Slowly thrusting his hips into you, he pushes your knees to your shoulders higher, "Come on honey, biiiiig stretch f' me." And he slowly fits himself inside you, your back arching off the table and clawing his back in pain and pleasure till you feel his wife mushroom kissing your cervix.

"Sir, hngh- you're so biiig!"

"This messy fucking cunt," he drawls, jackhammering into your gummy walls, gripping your neck as he leaves a trail of little bruises down your chest, "Sobbing just for me, always- hck- always so gooood."

He tongue run through the valley of your chest, licking your hardened peaks sloppily. He sucks them, flicking your nipples with his tongue while he watches you wither in his hold. You claw at his broad shoulders, sobbing at how good you feel.

"You must like this- no- love this. The idea of me- hmm- your father, being the one to get you nice and round with my baby." He pounds into you, a thwack, thwack thwack being heard every time your hips meet, "Pussy's been dying to get bred since you've started to live here."

"My son, he couldn't- ack- fuck you like this. Ahh- Have you crying out my name like this. Not to worry, my love" his breath hitches, salivating as your walls cling to him. "I will be here, just as you need. For you and our baby."

The older man slips in deeper, higher, you choke on a sob, "I'm gonna- anngh- Mr. Nanami!" dots forming in your eyes as you unexpectedly cum on his cock.

He stutters, heavy balls sloshing against your weaping pussy as he sloppily thrusts into you, unyealding even after you just came. "I-I- me- will get you pregnant and then you will be- hah- my wife. All mine. Always have been mine. Isn't that right darling?"

You? Being his wife? It sounded like a dream, simple stupid fantasy.

But you hear him coo, leaving a filthy kiss on your mouth, "It's not a dream honey, You were always meant to be a Nanami. Only mine."

Your pussy clenches, sucking him back in on your second set of lips own devices. He hisses, thrusts into getting harder, the table creaking. His hands pats your tummy, right where he could press town and feel his cock bumping your cervix over and over.

The blonde hiccups, "How many would you like, my love. One- one would be good, two or three would be-*

"Perfect," you say breathlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your stupidly slur, "Want you- want you t' fill me up again, sir, please— angh- give me your babies."

His eyes lock onto you, moaning at the words you've said. "Oh, darling."

He slams into you, rolling his hips as his eyes close, holding you tight in his arms. It's all perfect, the way you cream around him, his milky white cum entering your cervix perfectly filling you till the brim.

Kento looks at you, exhausted and completely helpless. Just the way he's intended.

And the man always got what he wanted.

Even if that meant getting rid of someone for it.

The older man coos, patting your thigh, "Let's make sure you stay plugged up all night, right, my wife?"

and not only is dilf!nanami the best father, but he’s also the best husband.

dilf!nanami who after tucking in the babies to bed, tiptoes away to your bedroom.

because while he has to make sure the babies are tended to, he also needs to tend to his baby.

dilf!nanami who takes quick strides to your shared bedroom, wasting no time in sprawling his buff frame over you, pinning you easily down as he huffs hoarsely in your ear, “kids are asleep” while his bulge presses into your soft tummy.

dilf!nanami who is already half-hard at just seeing your chubbed belly and plush hips, your post-pregnancy body was just so tantalizing to him.

dilf!nanami whose hands roam your body with a desperate kind of need, squeezing and kneading tenderly as he places kisses all along your neck and jaw.

dilf!nanami who grunts lowly as your grabby hands reach for his cock, hastily pulling down his boxers until his length slaps against his stomach, spilling pearlescent beads of oozing precum across himself.

dilf!nanami who is huuung, swollen balls and thickened base all leading up to a perfectly symmetrical cock, the tip flushed an angry red and twitching wildly at your gaze.

dilf!nanami who quickly hooks a finger into your panties, shoving them aside before lining himself up, so heavy between your legs you can't help the small moan of anticipation you let out, wriggling your hips up impatiently.

dilf!nanami who only chuckles at his wife's eagerness, too quick to oblige as he begins to push in, past that first tight ring of muscle while you suck him in deeper.

dilf!nanami who groans at the greediness of your slobbering pussy, already trying to milk him for all he's worth as you clamp on tight around him.

"f-fuck, m'.. hah.. gonna cum if you don't stop sucking me in like that sweetie."

dilf!nanami who begins to roll his hips forward, filling you up inch by inch as your moans slur together, tongue lolling out dumbly.

he was just so big, you couldn't help it if you were already cock-drunk!

dilf!nanami who watches as your eyes roll back in your head when he starts up a mean pace, hips snapping into yours ferally while your spit-glossed lips hang open helplessly.

dilf!nanami whose hand comes down between your legs to stroke your twitching clit, the cool metal of his silver wedding band making you jolt with pleasure as you squirm under him.

dilf!nanami's baritone rumble of your name brings you back, as he suddenly throws your legs over his broad-framed shoulders, candied pink lips crashing onto yours in a craze as he folds you into a nasty mating press.

"wan' .. hah.. make ya a pretty mama again.."

"what?" you're gasping for breath, eyelashes fluttering as a familiar coiling heat begins to pool low in your tummy, winding closer with every harsh smack! of his hips into yours.

"can you do that f'me, my love?" dilf!nanami's words have begun to slur, eyes glossy as his throat bobs, pushing your legs up higher 'n higher. "have my babies again?"

drool has begun to seep out of the corners of your lips and with a mindless nod, you find dilf!nanami's hips bucking sloppily as he gets closer.

"say it."

you feel your tummy knotting achingly tight and with a hoarse cry you practically scream out, "k-ken' make me a mommy again! please!" before you're cumming, and cumming hard, creaming all over his cock until it's forming a little ring at his base.

dilf!nanami who is cumming seconds after you, your filthy words sending him over the edge with a soft groan as ribbons 'n' ribbons of hot, milky cum are shooting into you, filling you endlessly up until you're clawing at his back and crying with how stuffed you feel.

dilf!nanami who shudders and jerks over you, whispering small praises as the last wispy remnants of his seed empty into you, fingers coming to stuff the glossy dredges beginning to seep out of your ruined pussy back in.

you hiccup softly, whilst dilf!nanami shushes and coos at you to take it all, lovingly stroking your cheek and placing small kisses on your face while you recover.

dilf!nanami who after giving you a couple more orgasms and tiring you out, hears the babies begin to wail from the other room, tucking you in snugly before whispering “i’ll do it, you get some rest my pretty mama..”

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Since the faithful meeting when he was still just a boy, with nothing to his name, nor without any knowledge of his godly descent. He would remember that day for the next few years, while fighting his way up to Mount Olympus and proving his worth. While dreaming of you every single night, with nothing but shimmering stars and the gentle splashing of a brook reminding him of the kindest soul he's ever met. With benevolent touch and bewitching eyes. The sweet power that helped him lick the wounds, and the lovely giggles following him in dreams every night.

After years of hardships, he finally ascended to heaven and got the recognition of his father. Became the golden child, a precious sweetheart, with a massive combat body compared only to Ares's and the strength of a thousand monsters locked up in the deepest parts of Tartarus. He was a monster himself, some may've said, but with a kind heart and, oh, such handsome looks.

Light hair as if bleached by the Mediterranean sun and deep eyes, thick as hazelnut paste, with the gentleness never seen among warriors. Broad shoulders that could lift a thousand mountains and split the seas, without a droplet of sweat sliding down his curved muscles.

He was nothing but a demigod, but his name and fame spread around the country like a fire. The strongest man alive, the greatest hero, a myth, whose travels and deeds ended up on the pages of local storytellers and curved smoothly within the marble walls of his temples. His journeys spread wide across the long coastlines and mountainous peaks, with the nymphs whispering of his slayers like little birdies.

Of the King of the Thrakian Gigantes, he has killed to free the princess from his clutches. Of the Libyan giant, son of Poseidon, who abused the travellers crossing his land and made them compete in wrestling matches. Of the Prometheus he has freed, and the eagle feeding on his flesh, killed by Heracles himself. His father, Zeus, wasn't merry upon hearing the news, but Heracles was no one if the most dear child of his – thus the Gods and mortals did not feel Sky Father's wrath.

There were lots and lots of myths and tales celebrating Heracles's deeds, praising his half-godly figure and spreading the fame.

What mortals, gods, and other divinities didn't know, however, was why.

Why was he doing all of it?

Why was he trying to achieve an almost godly rank?

Why did he want to sit among the highest ones and praise in glory?

Why?

Because for Heracles, or Nanami Kento as his mortal parents named him, it was always you.

And what would be the easiest way to ask for the precious Nymph's love? Became the greatest, strongest, most praised warrior of the Mediterranean Sea, of course. Was there anything beautiful creatures like you loved more than the fame and glory? Not really.

At least that's what he thought.

Until he finally met you again, high on the Olympus' peak, basking under the flaming sun and dipping naked body in a river. You weren't alone, as other little birdies chirped right to your ear, with soft voices and girlish laughs, glancing at the river's calm waters.

And as beautiful as they were, his pleading eyes were reserved solely for you.

Nanami Kento has never met Aphrodite, but how truly angelic could she be if his heart already raced for a simple nymph? What could she possibly have that you might've lacked?

Did her hair bounce the same way as yours? Were her eyes shimmering slightly as if cursed by the stars? Was her skin soft and plush, with flushed cheeks and lips plumped like the freshest peach, he dreamed of caressing with his own? Was Aphrodite's voice as mesmerising and honeyed as yours, tickling the deepest parts of his brain?

What did her laugh sound like? Was it as bewitching? Could she also sway her hips with the swelling of the ocean's waves? Would she be willing to help him the same as you did?

Was her heart as compassionate as your?

Because that's what Nanami Kento thought – of you, being the loveliest petal, with the tenderness and kindness not seen among any of the patheon's gods.

That's why he approached you with confidence and pride, with eyes never leaving your blooming face and his heart swelling under the single giggle slipping through your cheeks.

He was hopeful and full of anticipation to once again hear your gentle voice soothing his mind.

But when you saw him... oh dear.

"What do you want?" your voice slashed his heart. "Why are you here again?"

Well... maybe, actually, it wasn't his first time meeting you on Olympus.

Not the second and third, even.

The fourth? Maybe fifth.

You stopped counting after seeing him the third time, with the same beseeching look and broad shoulders hunching under your irritated gaze.

The first time he asked for your hand was surprising. You were surprised as to why the strongest man alive wished to marry you?

A simple nymph, bathing lazily under the Greek sun and stuffing herself full of rich olives while days were passing by. You were nothing but a small deity, playing over the rivers and gossiping with other sisters while sipping the sweet wine sneaked out of Dionysus's cellar.

He talked of some meeting years ago, and your healing power, but Mnemosyne could only remember when and where it had happened.

For too many men healed by your powers walked this earth, and too many of them wished to see your slippery figure once again.

Coming back to the same river again and again, in hopes of catching your fleeting shadow or a single melody of your laughter, looming over the waters as men possessed.

The sole look on their faces was truly miserable, but seeing them like that was, well, quite fun.

You liked it and watched them secretly, as their tears and pleadings were drowning in the depths of rivers.

So how surprising was it when one of those sorrowful admirers, driven by an obsession, managed to rise in glory and turn out to be the mightiest's son.

Oh, how problematic he was, following you like a shadow and turning the Mountain upside down, just to ask for your hand. You thought that the first rejection would stop his further pleadings, but when Zeus himself decided to visit your small cottage and beg to finally accept the offering – the highest one too could not bear the misery of his son – you finally gave in.

Did you accept Heracles's proposal? No.

Were you willing to do it? Maybe.

"My love, I've come to ask–" he started, standing over the river's edge and covering the hottish sun.

Other nymphs giggled quietly, and you knew how eager they were to step into your shoes any second. Jealous of having such a man as Nanami Kento wrapped around your finger, ready to plunder the mortal world for a single glance of yours.

"I already said no," you quickly added, looking at his curled shoulder with a sly smile.

"Is there anything I lack, love?"

He kneeled, closing up the distance between you. You rested arms on the river's edge, looking up with doe eyes. He tried, really tried, to not glance at your naked body, with crystal droplets paving their way down the plush of your breasts. But you were nothing if not daring, taking the pleasure in the way his huge palms fisted and hazelnut eyes swirled between wet hair covering your nipples and plush hips swaying slowly in the water.

"You're covering my sun," you chuckled, and he smiled shyly.

"I'll bring you a thousand other suns if you'll ask me to."

A gentle hum slipped through, and you once again traced over his figure. Golden hair and warm eyes. Creamy skin coated by a thin armour and nothing but a white cloth hugging his hips. Muscles so big they seem almost unreal, covering him thickly and massively, making Nanami Kento the biggest and the most powerful man the world has ever birthed. His fingers were long and thick, but always oh so gentle, whenever he pushed a single strand of hair behind your ear.

The most intimate and only gesture you've ever allowed him for.

"I don't want another sun, just move away from this one," your voice was soft, but the words made his shoulders falter even more.

"I'll do whatever you ask me for, my love. Just, could you please rethink–"

You raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?"

His sandy eyebrows creased, with a small wrinkle forming between them.

Because he didn't know.

He truly, honestly didn't know why you would be willing to marry him, being sure of nothing but only the fact that he loved you deeply. Maddeningly, almost, verging on following you miserably like a dog if you just asked him to. Ready to shoot a sun down, just to bring you a piece of warmth.

But he didn't want to be like Apollo - drive you mad till death would seem more pleasant than accepting his feelings.

But he also didn't want to let you go, waiting eagerly for the day when–

"Fine," you suddenly said.

What?

"I'm sorry?" he couldn't swallow it, tracing the cunning smile forming on your face.

"I said fine, I'll marry you," you giggled, pushing away from the shore and swimming a few meters back. "But firstly, you'll need to prove yourself to me."

Your naked body swirled, as if melting together with warm water, before swimming closer once again. Kento was still kneeling near the edge, with thick thighs and knees touching the grass. Your wet hands rested on his muscles before you lifted yourself up. But only in half, with crystal droplets dripping down from pinkish nipples and hips still hidden under the gentle waves.

He almost burned.

Oh, was he dying?

Was your touch that sizzling, fragrance so maddening, that he truly started to burn from the inside?

He didn't dare to touch you, but hazelnut eyes traced the watery paths carving your skin, oozing down the plush neck, collarbones and swirling between the soft breasts.

You were close, too close, with your nipple almost touching his iron-covered chest and lips tracing the little bobbing of his neck. Kento fought hundreds of monsters, but none of them felt as heavy as your hands on his bare thighs, bearing all of your weight solely on his muscles.

Not because you were heavy – oh dearest, he could lift you up with a pinky if you wanted to – but because the idea of you touching him willingly made him feverishly weak.

"You're very, very strong, right?" came out giggly, sweetly, with a thumb circling his skin.

He nodded, a voice stuck in a throat.

"How strong, hm?"

"The strongest."

"No one can beat you, right?"

His head shook. "No one, ever."

You lifted yourself up higher, with hips slowly surfacing out of the water and knees landing on the lush grass.

Bare and wet, with the softest skin not dared for his touch and alluring eyes never leaving his.

He truly was the strongest, with clenched fists and gaze holding yours, never, ever, sliding lower than down to your breasts.

And, oh, you were having so much fun, watching his crumbling composure.

"Then, should you prove your strength, I will marry you," your eyes shone upon seeing a tremble of his lips.

"Really?" came out in a whisper so quiet that only you could hear it. "You promise?"

You chuckled, slowly, slowly, climbing up his lap. His kneeling thighs between yours, breasts fully pressed to his light armour, dripping heat looming over creamy, bulged cloth wrapped around his hips.

"Mhm, I promise," you nuzzled against his neck, breathing in the musky fragrance that wrapped him tightly. "If you'll finish twelve missions, I will give myself to you," backing up, your arms wrapped around his neck. "Will become your sweet wife. You'll be allowed to do with me whatever you want," your voice was dripping with seductiveness, curling around his neck like a viper, only to finish him off with a poisonous kiss.

And Nanami Kento was more than eager to be killed by those sweet lips of yours.

"What is it? I'll do whatever you want, love."

He should know that the devilish smile that curved your lips was nothing but bad news.

You told him all twelve missions, one more horrendous than the other, with other nymphs' breaths catching in the background and his fists curling right next to your hips that straggled his.

A flimsy, creamy cloth was keeping his cock away from your heat. Feverish and sticky, with honeyed juices already smeared around his bulge, and your eyes not leaving his even for a second.

Hera herself, Zeus's wife, would be more merciful to her husband's bastard child than you were. The twelve labours sounded almost impossible, bizarre, absolutely savage even for a man like him.

But if that was your wish, then be it.

After you finished talking, he didn't say anything for a minute. Stared, with a pale face and furrowed brows. Golden hair caught the last rays of sunshine, basking his face in warm flames.

"Are you willing to–" but you didn't finish, when suddenly, you were gripped by your hips and placed back in the water.

Not a single word left his mouth, when he raised himself, gave you one last glance and turned around, disappearing in the lurking forest before the sun fully set.

Other nymphs quickly curled around you, watching his muscular back with sorrowful eyes.

"Sister, weren't you a bit harsh for him?" one asked.

"Dear, those labours... he may end up dead before finish them all," another added.

You sighed, wondering whether you'd actually gone overboard.

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He didn't visit you the next day.

Or the day later.

He didn't visit you even a week later, and when it prolonged to two, you started to worry.

Maybe you truly carried it too far?

But then, one night, while indulging with sister nymphs in the small, wine-party, one of them mentioned:

"Have you heard, dear? He killed the Nemean Lion."

You stalled, with throat clenching around the sipping wine.

"What did you just say?" you mumbled between the harsh coughs.

She slapped you gently on the back. "Your first labour – he did it. Strangled the lion with his own hands and skinned it for its fur."

It was true that the lion had been quite a trouble and a few gods had already tried to wrestle him, but you didn't expect Kento to do it so effortlessly.

With bare hands.

You didn't talk at all for the rest of the evening, wondering whether Nanami Kento would truly be able to finish all of your unachievable labours.

But after the first one, his next accomplishments came one by one. Sometimes over a distance of a few weeks, sometimes a month. And for this whole time, he didn't show himself even once.

You didn't catch a single strand of his golden hair nor the gentle, hazelnut gaze. Heavy, musky smell stopped following you around, and at some point, you even started to miss the deep voice that came to haunt you in dreams.

That space, dreams, seemed to be the only place where he appeared more human than ever. Long fingers grazed your cheeks and neck before slowly dripping down to your swollen breasts and soft belly. In that other, unfamiliar but at the same time so magnetic world, Kento was bolder than ever – more ferocious, brave, using his massive body to pin yours. Spreading your plush thighs, circling creamy clit with his fingers, warm eyes following every changing expression of your face.

You would wake up wet. Feverish. With pulsing heat and sweat dripping down your spine, before turning on your bed and glancing over the window, as if in a wish to see a piece of this golden hair.

And while you were trying to understand those new feelings, Kento was finishing labours one by one.

After the lion, he killed a Hydra, a monster with nine venomous heads, cutting each one of them with his sword, before dipping the silver into its poisonous blood.

Then he captured the golden-antlered deer alive, the most precious pet of goddess Artemis, before sending it straight to your cottage.

When you saw the animal chewing on the grass surrounding your place and drinking water from the river curling around the house, a deep sigh rolled from your lips. At least the deer looked quite well and indeed rather graceful.

For his fourth labour, he travelled to the land of the Centaurs and captured the Erymanthian boar, solely to return it to the King of Tiryns. It was a, well, sort of a present for a king, whose wife liked you very dearly.

The fifth labour was of the humiliating sort, and you thought that he might take offence. You forgot, however, that a man in love was prepared for all sorts of hardships and degradations, thus cleaning the stables of Augeius in a day was nothing but a pleasure break from killings. The stables were known as one of the biggest and filthiest ones, impossible to clean even in a month, but the idea of you becoming his wife was enough to forget about his ego.

Months were passing by, and the number of labours started to diminish rather quickly. On the contrary, all the little gifts you've asked for were coming one by one, till your deer got himself a precious, Cretan bull from Knossos, and a little hybrid cattle of Geryon straight from a foreign country, who was said to be born of a divine goddess. One day, three golden apples belonging to the Nymphs of the West appeared on your table, and you hid them quickly before the praying eyes would see the stolen treasure. Oh dearest, you were nothing but a simple nymph compared to the reputed Hesperides, with no other goddess but mother Hera having a single golden tree in her garden.

Nymphs started talking. Whispering, gossiping about the possessed demigod who plundered through the mortal realm and played havoc. They knew what his reason was. Everyone knew, together with gods and Zeus himself, absolutely furious over the foolish challenge you've brought upon his bastard son.

What frightened you greatly, however, was the last labour. The one you feared the most, knowing that it could've ended up badly not just for him, but for you too. For your justification, you truly thought that he would drop out (or be dead) after the first mission.

Thus, when the news of Cerberus, Lord Hades's dearest pet, being kidnapped spread around Olympus, you almost fainted.

It was best to keep good relations with all the gods and goddesses, as no one knew when one of them would turn out to be helpful.

However, keeping the especially good affairs with God of the Underworld himself was particularly beneficial, and his rage was the last thing all the deities on the Mountain desired.

And yet, you managed to get on his nerves.

His visit was to be expected, and you tried to prepare yourself. Three animals in your garden, together with golden apples hidden under the bed, only fueled the rage of all the deities disrespected by your challenge. You paced back and forth, looking outside the window, as if expecting the earth to suddenly open up and birth Hades's obsidian chariot to appear in front of your cottage.

But instead, three days after the Cerberus kidnapping, a gentle knock pealed inside the wooden walls.

And as it turned out, it wasn't Hades who decided to place you a visit.

But someone, who you truly, really, didn't wish to see, and maybe standing face to face with Tartarus itself would be a much more pleasant option than meeting–

"Good morning my dear, my I come in?"

–his wife.

Aphrodite, in all her fullness, dressed in a flimsy, rosy dress and whitish sandals, stood right in front of you. With a sweet smile and a single strand of soft hair caressing her flushed cheeks.

"My Goddess," you murmured, opening the doors wider. "Yes, please."

She lifted up misty robes and came inside, looking around your small cottage with a little nod of her head. You didn't have many occasions to face the most beautiful goddess herself, thus your eyes traced shyly every curve, every bump, every flush of her body. Hips hugged by a rosy dress, hair falling over the shoulder, and gentle eyes, currently looking outside the window at the golden-antlered–

Oh dear.

"My Goddess–"

"You know, Artemis really liked this deer," she chuckled, sitting down at the table. One hand placed on her belly, the other supporting a tilted head. "I was rather surprised that your man managed to steal it," she stopped for a minute, before laying eyes on your face. "Well, before he stole Cerberus, too."

You wanted to refuse, he's not my man, but a wave of shame washed over your body. You lowered your head and bit down on lip. "My Goddess, I'm–"

She, however, continued. "I'm expecting, you know?"

Yes.

You've noticed.

From the moment she came inside your cottage and never took a hand off her belly.

Your eyes slowly looked up. "Does Lord Hades know?"

"You see, I wanted to tell him. Around three days ago, I think?" Great heavens. "But then our lovely dog went missing, and I've never seen him so, hm, devastated."

Your knees buckled up, hitting the wooden floor with a faint hump! "My Goddess, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect him to actually do this."

Aphrodite didn't say anything for a second, looking at your trembling body and cheeks burning with shame. You knew how protective she was of her husband. How bizarre, but rather lovely their marriage was, with Lord Hades quite enjoying being walked like a dog by his mesmerising wife. You didn't know that they tried for a child, but it should be fairly obvious – how could the goddess of fertility and her madly obsessed husband not have children?

And you? You somehow managed to ruin such a precious moment.

A deep sigh rolled over before she helped you stand up. "Please, it's fine, dear. Don't worry," you sat next to her, still too embarrassed to look up.

You groaned, covering face with hands. "I really thought he would drop out after the first one! This foolish man!"

Aphrodite giggled, resting her hearty face on a hand. "He's just a man, after all. A desperate one at that – the most dangerous type. My husband is quite similar, although I would rather not test how far he would be able to go to grant my wishes."

You answered with a chuckle before finally looking at the goddess's face.

Oh, she was so, so beautiful.

"What I mean is, I'm not mad at you, dear. Rather amused, I must say. I'm glad your man is ready to go through such hardships, just to–"

"He's not my man," you quickly added with a deep sigh. "I promised him my hand under the condition of finishing all twelve labours. I just didn't know that he'll actually–" you groaned again, and Aphrodite laughed. "I'm sorry for ruining your surprise. Lord Hades surely will be overjoyed."

She hummed, circling with fingers the plush of her belly. "Yes, well. Tears will be shed, I suppose. My husband cries more often than I expected, but it's fine," you were almost sure that she bit her tongue, before saying I like him that way. "Cerberus is back and healthy, so you shouldn't worry. I guess your... Heracles took him only for a simple walk."

You sighed with relief, seeing amusement dancing in the goddess's warm eyes.

"Well, I guess he'll come back soon for his reward," she chuckled, slowly standing up. "I'd better go before Choso stalks me out. He doesn't know about the baby yet, but tends to be rather overprotective," you accompanied her till the doors, tracing the bloom that has spread over her cheeks. Oh, she really must've loved him dearly. "But please, next time give me a warning before my husband comes back home crying. In case I'll have other plans for that day."

You nodded with shame before she waved you goodbye.

As much as you adored Aphrodite, she truly was the most beautiful but terrifying goddess in the whole pantheon.

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So you've expected him to come the same evening.

But when he didn't, something panged in your chest. Oh well, maybe you should be relieved after trying so hard to get rid of him. Maybe after finishing all twelve labours, he decided that your hand was, in fact, not worth a bean. Maybe during his travels, he met another woman (a princess even?) and decided to marry her instead. Maybe–

"Sister..." one of the nymphs called, and you quickly collected wits.

The evening was of the warm sort, with the river's water nuzzling your bare skin kindly. Little droplets reflected the warm rays of the sunset, with a mix of orange, purple, and pink spreading over the forest. Birds were slowly going quiet, letting the crickets step in shyly and prepare for the symphony that was soon to spread near the river's bank. First fireflies, too, were timidly floating your way, with a gentle buzz of their paper wings.

You looked at her, seeing that she, in fact, was glancing somewhere over your shoulder. With an open mouth and eyes big as porcelain plates. "I think you have a visitor."

Your head turned, gaze immediately landing on the figure emerging slowly from the forest.

Heracles.

But this time he looked... oh.

"Good grief," the nymphs gasped, seeing the approaching monster.

Because no other word could the describe the man who has set his eyes on you.

With lion's skin draped over his shoulders, bulgy scars slashing naked arms and torso, swirling over pecks, thighs and even neck, as if some brute tried to cut him to pieces. Golden hair was still slightly marked by the crimson hues, as though the blood still gripped it mercilessly.

What shocked you the most, however, were his eyes. With no trace of gentleness from months before, rather filled with something... predatory. Beastly, maddening, with a gaze fixed on your frozen figure, still dipped in water.

Before you knew, other nymphs quickly flew away with terrified gasps, burdened by the heaviness of the atmosphere he spread around.

"Kento–" you whispered, as he came closer.

But before you could finish with a foolish question of what happened to you? His massive body steeped in the water. Gentle waves nuzzled him only till the ribcage, and you choked, when muscular arms lifted you up and sat on the shore.

Crystal droplets dripped down your breasts, nipples, down through the plush belly, naked heat, when he gazed up at you from below. With pledging, possessed gaze, focusing on nothing but your face.

"Tell me you want it," came in a whisper, quickly dissolved by the first melody of cricket's.

"Want what?"

His palms curled around your waist, face nuzzling against the softness of your belly, before he sighed deeply. "Me. Tell me you want me. You want everything that will happen the second you give me your consent."

A shiver dripped down your spine, and your lip trembled when his muscular arms tightened up. Something warm, feverish, started to coil in your stomach every time his breath hit your skin.

"And what will happen, if I may ask?" you knew that playing with fire would end up badly, but you wanted him to say it.

All those filthy, nasty, messy things you dreamed of every night and knew he did too. You could feel it, right now and before, with your legs still dipped in the river and feet poking something hard.

He looked up, with a dark hazelnut gaze, taking in your cunning smile. His arm lifted, thumb grazing the lower, slightly opened lip. "In details?"

You giggled. "Of course."

Fat finger pushed inside, landing right on your wet tongue. Plush muscle welcomed him warmly, with lips wrapping around it and giving a gentle suck.

His brows furrowed, and another arm pulled you closer to his dipped body, moving your hips right over the edge. Gaze still fixed on your face, but he could feel the heat of your cunt on his chest. From this perspective, you looked nothing but divine, with wet hair curling around your shoulders, plump lips sucking wetly on his thumb and eyes, fucking hell, looking down at him with a sly amusement.

"Tell me," you whispered, taking his thumb out and nuzzling cheek against his calloused hand. "My answer will depend on it."

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought finishing the twelve labours was enough."

The arm curling around your body suddenly dropped down, with long fingers tracing the smoothness of your tummy, thighs, circling, pinching, smoothing wet skin, before going down... and down... and down.

Till your breath hitched and lips once again fell open.

"Hm? Did you lie to me, my love?" he whispered, with a big thumb plastered to your puffy clit. "Have you deceived me?"

You didn't answer, but instead spread legs a bit wider, inviting his massive body in. He chuckled, seeing your hips hovering over the edge and creamy cum dripping straight to the river. "They do say to never trust a nymph," his eyes glanced down, thumb placing small circles on your clit. "Did you deceive me, then?"

Your head shook. "T-tell me," slipped almost beggingly. "What will you d-do-"

His arms shifted, with big palms landing under your thighs and pushing them up, till you folded easily like a leaf. Your back hit the soft grass, knees pushed against the breast, while his massive body was still dipped in a river.

Now, with your bare heat right in front of his face.

"Firstly," he dipped down, placing gentle kisses on your inner thighs. "I will work on your pretty cunt till you'll be nothing but a whiny mess," his teeth dipped into the fat of your belly pouch, before licking it sweetly. "Then, I'll stretch you out on my fingers, getting hard over your moans and maybe dragging my cock against your legs," lips traced down, through the mound of your cunt, right till the drenched folds. With two fingers, he spread them open. And groaned. "Fucking hell."

"A-and then?" you whimpered feeling his warm breath on your clit.

"And then you'll go on your hands and knees, spreading yourself nicely like my good wife," he gave you the first lick. Long, sweet, heavy, plastering his tongue to your trembling clit, till a pitched moan bounced from the river. "Gods, you taste so good, my sweet fucking wife."

Theoretically, you weren't even engaged yet, but this word, combined with his deep voice, somehow made you even wetter. Spongy tongue once again swirled around your clit, with lips sucking, grazing, ravishing it madly, as if Nanami Kento waited for this moment at least a millennium.

For finally feasting on your honeyed juices and swallowing all the precious moans that slipped past your lips. The sugary mmm Kento, and, sososo good, or, p-please put t-the finger in.

He was spreading you wide open, with your hips hovering over the river's edge and his nose grazing your clit. You trembled every time his hard cock nudged your feet, with wet pads smoothing its leaking head.

Your finger curled around his golden hair, pushing him closer, deeper into your cunt, riding his tongue with a starved desperation to release the knot that already fastened in your lower belly.

And when his long finger pushed inside, your pussy clenched.

"Fuck, my love, you're still so tight," he grumbled, looking up at your falling breasts and arched back. "So beautiful," floated in a whisper, before he lifted massive body up and slowly came out of the water. "My beautiful, beautiful wife, does it feel good?" long fingers curled inside your tight walls, sending another shiver down your spine. His lips wrapped around your wet nipple, sucking on it with a gentle hum. "Mmm, so sweet, you're so sweet everywhere."

"K-Kento, it f-feels so–nghhh–good, so so so good," a pitched whimper slipped through when he added another finger.

He pumped your squelching pussy, with lips sucking on your nipples and eyes looking up every few seconds, just to take a pleasure in your ever-changing expressions. Slightly lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, single strands of hair stuck to your forehead, and fingers still curled in his hair.

You looked beautiful, mesmerising, folded as if ready to be bread, with rolled belly and lifted thighs. He could already imagine your fat ass hitting against his abdomen and drenched cunt swallowing cock. Your back curved in the most delicious arch, and knees biting into the lush grass.

Oh, he could already think of sweet tears that will roll down your cheeks and soft belly pouch being slowly, slowly filled with his cum, till you'll be begging, whining, crying for him to take his cock out and–

"K-Kento, I'm gonna–" you whimpered, feeling his fingers pumping you faster. Lips sucked on your nipples as if he wanted to milk you out.

It felt overstimulating, feverish, too much, with his massive body almost fully lying between your thighs, pinning you into the ground.

"P-please let m-me–"

"No, my love. You won't be cumming in any other way but on my cock."

He took out his fingers and flipped you on your belly. Big palms traced the fat of your ass before lifting your hips up – just as he promised. With your chest stuck to soft grass and dripping cunt opened up widely, looking like the prettiest, the juiciest fruit he'll ever tasted.

You couldn't see his cock, but, well, could definitely feel it. The moment he took drenched, creamy robes off, it sprang up and nudged right against your hole. Sticky and feverish, with a pulsing head sliding through your dripping cunt, collecting all the cum that Kento's fingers dug out. A tremble washed over your body, feeling the fatness of his shaft and single veins curling around its length.

It felt so... heavy. He didn't even put it in yet, but you could already feel its heaviness dragging between your folds, with its head nudging your desperately fluttering hole.

"You want it, right?" He asked, spreading your ass cheeks and spitting heavily right between them. Fat spit slid down to your pussy, before he pushed it right inside. "Say it, my love. Tell me how much you want it."

"K-Kento, I want it s-so bad, please," your hips rolled against his cock, glazing it with saps. When he didn't move, you tried to reach for it and push it in yourself, but he locked both of your hands on your back. "Kento!"

"I asked you a question. How much do you want it?" his voice was low, stern, as if he was tired of all the bullshit you gave him for the past few months. "Do you want me to push inside?"

"Y-yes!"

"Do you want to feel me here?" his fingers circled your tummy, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Mhmm, yes yes yes," you cried and he chuckled.

His cock, finally, pushed slightly, slowly inside, with sticky head catching on your entrance. "Do you want to get bred? Hm? Get stuffed so full, till you'll be feeling it in your throat?"

It was filthy, disgusting, nasty, but, oh, did it make you tighten around his cock like a little slut. Crying, moaning, and choking, while he pushed further, stretching your clamping walls and sliding through the creamy cum that stuck to his length.

You knew the strongest man alive would be well-hung, but when the head of his cock grazed your cervix and he still tried to thrust inside, something inside you broke.

"P-please, Kento, it's too muc–"

But your dear, gentle, always so careful hero turned out to be nothing but a filthy, possessed beast. You expected to hear his kind voice, sorry pleadings, maybe even a soft hand smoothing your bulging belly.

But instead, you felt it between your shoulder blades, as he pressed you harder against the grass. With his full weight hovering over your trembling body, heavy breaths nuzzling your neck, and cock thrusting deeper.

Nanami Kento was anything but gentle.

"Fuck, forgive me, my love. But I think I deserve a little treat after everything you put me through," and before you could protest, he shoved his length.

Fully.

Till his balls smacked against your cunt and big hands pulled your ass to his hips. Till you moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure, feeling his massive weight in your belly, lungs and throat.

"Fuck," he groaned, tilting head back, trying not to cum right that second, with your walls locking him in a deadly clutch. "My love, baby, dear, ughh, you need to relax," he moved, sending a shiver down your spine.

But how could you relax, if his girth was already smudging your womb? Dear heavens, how could you relax if every move of his was brushing this spongy spot inside?

"Kento, p-please move s-slower–ahhhh," you moaned, gripping the lush grass crumpling under your trembling hands.

It seemed, however, that he was already gone, with his thrusts quickly changing from gentle waves to aggressive crushes, dragging his pulsing cock through your pinkish walls. You felt him everywhere.

His hands on your ass, gripping the jiggly fat and pulling you over and over and over on his cock, somehow thrusting it even deeper. Smooching your pudgy womb, kissing plump g-spot, scratching feverish walls with even more sticky cum dripping down the grass. You've never been so drenched before, feeling his length moving inside without any obstacles. It was smooth, delicious, electrifying, with his fingers slowly sliding between your folds and finding the pulsing clit.

And when he pinched it? Dear gods, your hips started meeting his thrusts, with your hole accommodating him even deeper, sweeter, swallowing his fat cock and clamping down as if desperately trying to milk it dry.

Nothing but filthy squelching filled the evening air, and your moans tingling his ears like the loveliest melody.

Oh, and you looked exactly as he imagined. With swollen lips and tears swirling in the corners of your eyes. His name slipping every few cries, and eyes trying to look back at his massive, sweaty body.

His broad chest breathing heavily and lidded eyes, taking in the way your cunt sucked him in.

"Fuck, my love, you're so–nghh–I can't longer, fuck," he rambled, quickening his pace, with every thrust going straight to your womb. "Do you feel good, tell me dear, is it good?"

You could barely whimper, feeling the knot in your belly slowly, slowly, untying, and eyes rolling back. Thus, nothing but simple, "Mhm, K-Kento, gods, feels so, nghhh, mmm gonna c-cum," could slip away.

His fingers played with your clit – rolling, pinching, slapping it gently with your gluey juices sticking to his fingers. He lifted them up, licking the skin clean. "So sweet, fuck, you taste so heavenly. My pretty, pretty wife will eat your cunt out every fucking morning. Spread you wide on the table and fill with cum before the sunrise," his fingers went back to your clit, already feeling the spasmatic clenching on his cock. "Like it that much, love? Your pussy is swallowing me so nicely. Can't wait to see you swollen with my children, heavens."

"K-Kento, please, let me cum–mhmmm."

"Can't wait to be bred, huh?" he chuckled, but you pushed your hips out, meeting every single thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes, I can't wait t-to, ahhhh, fuck cum inside me."

Your words seemed to ignite something within him, because the next second, his reddened tip got glued to your womb, as if sucked in by your muscles. Fingers still circled your clit, harshly, with a pinch, till your thighs started shaking and feet curled. A quivering cry escaped your clenched throat, and Kento finally, finally, started cumming.

Or, well, flooding you with his seed, till your head spun and lower belly started to swell.

"Fuck, my love, you better pray it takes," he mumbled, resting his wet forehead between your shoulder blades.

He came deep, filling every corner of your trembling cunt with warmth, planting his gluey seed right inside your womb. It felt heavenly, maddeningly good, with his fingers still working on your clit and gathering all the watery cum that gushed right against his palm. Long tongue traced your sweaty back, soft lips placing gentle kisses right down your spine.

He thrusted gently, keeping his softening cock inside as if trying to make sure that not even a droplet of his cum will land anywhere but inside your womb.

"I meant it," he muttered after a while, before changing your positions. You lay spread on his chest, with his cock still nuzzled inside. "I want to have a family with you. A big one."

"How big?" you mumbled, too tired to even lift up your head.

"Ten?"

Oh dearest.

Your eyes somehow looked up, tracing the completely stony expression of his face.

"You must be joking."

"Not from such affairs, my love," his fingers gently nuzzled your back – a touch completely different from the violent thrusts of his hips.

"Not even the oldest gods of this pantheon have that many offsprings."

He looked down with a warm smile before placing a single kiss on your forehead. "Then it seems that we need to set up a new tradition."

And after going back to your cottage and getting stuffed full in every possible position, you started to regret that the strongest man alive with the stamina of a thousand bulls, was supposed to become your husband.

And for the dessert, as the last fic from this collection, we're getting the most heartbreaking angst, aka Satosugu as Alexander the Great and Hephaestion.

I got a request for the second part of Hades!Choso, and because it's my fav fanfic from this collection, I will be making it (that's why you got the preview hehe) :) It will be posted here, where I'll be adding all my other historical, myths, tales based fics.

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one big hand slides up, covers your mouth completely. palm warm, fingers splayed wide so your muffled whimpers vibrate right into his skin. he doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hurt—just holds. keeps every needy little sound locked behind his hand while he starts fucking you in long, punishing strokes.

the wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room. loud. obscene. you can feel how soaked you are, how your slick’s dripping down your thighs, coating his balls every time he bottoms out.

his other hand snakes between your bodies.

two fingers find your clit immediately: swollen, oversensitive, throbbing and he doesn’t tease you, just rubs firm, tight circles.

your man is mean.

your whole body jerks under him, back arching uselessly because there’s nowhere to go. he’s too heavy, too deep, too everywhere. the overstimulation hits like a freight train and you’re crying into his palm, tears slipping down your temples, thighs trying to snap shut but his knees keep you spread wide.

“there she is,” he breathes against your cheek. “that’s it. let it happen.”

he grinds in deep, pubic bone crushing right against your clit while his fingers keep working merciless little circles. your cunt clamps down so hard he groans—low, wrecked—and his rhythm stutters for half a second before he fucks you even harder.

“gonna cum again for me?” his voice is velvet dragged over gravel. “even though it’s too much? even though you’re shaking?”

you can only sob into his hand. nod frantically. thighs quivering, toes curling, whole body wound so tight you think you might break.

he presses his forehead to yours. eyes dark, pupils blown. watching every twitch of your face while he ruins you.

“good girl,” he whispers. “cum on my cock. soak me. make a fucking mess.”

his fingers speed up. relentless, and you do.

you shatter so hard your vision whites out, back bowing, cunt spasming violently around his length while you scream into his palm. he doesn’t stop fucking you through it—keeps that same brutal pace, drawing it out until you’re limp and twitching and drooling against his hand.

only then does he finally slow.

still buried to the hilt.

still heavy on top of you.

he lifts his palm just enough to let you gasp wet, shaky breaths.

then he kisses the corner of your mouth, soft and almost tender.

“you’re not going anywhere,” he murmurs. “not until i say so.”

and he rolls his hips again—just once. slow and deep.

making sure you feel every inch.