𝓛𝒊𝒂𝒉 ִֶָ࣪☾.

Toji's cock twitched hard under the sheets, because he was instantly rock hard at the sight of you like this, actually every single morning, it did something filthy to him. He tried to look away, but his jaw clenched tight, the longer he tried to tell himself, not again. Just one morning he hoped his cock wasn't aching and painful because of you.

And you noticed right away. How could you not? His body language gave him away every time, the slight adjusting or where he'd pull the covers up over himself in an attempt to hide his boner. You shifted closer voice coming out soft and teasing. "What's wrong, Toji? You look like you're in pain."

He let out a low grunt, eyes flickering back to yours. The smudged kajal around them made his thoughts spiral. "Fuck. You look too good like that, Dollface. With your eyes all dark and messy. Makes me think about.. how y'er pretty mouth was taking all of me last night, stuffed ya full didn't I?

He lifted his hand mid sentence, reaching towards your face cupping your cheek as his thumb swiped right under your eye.. right where the kajal was the thickest. "Ruined that pretty liner even more."

Your heart fluttered. Heat pooled low in your belly. You knew exactly what he meant. His eyes always betrayed him. That hungry stare. The way his gaze dropped to your full lips next. He was imagining them stretched wide around his thick cock again.

You didn't say anything at first. Instead your hand roamed down his bare chest. Fingers tracing the hard lines of his abs. Lower, until you reached the heavy tent in his sweatpants. He was leaking already, a damp spot blooming under your palm.

Toji hissed through his teeth. "Shit. Yeah. Just like that."

You freed him with eager fingers. His cock sprang out. Thick, veined. The head flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum. It bobbed heavily against his stomach. You licked your lips. The sight making your mouth water.

Leaning down, you settled between his spread thighs. He opened them wider for you. Gentle and loving were his big hand as it came to rest on the back of your head. Fingers stroking through your hair with surprising tenderness.

You wrapped your plump lips around the tip first. Tongue swirling to lap up every drop of pre-cum. Salty-warm and perfect. Toji let out a guttural groan from deep in his chest. His hips bucking up just a little.

"Fuck, Dollface. Your mouth's... always so good for me."

You took him deeper. Inch by thick inch. Your cheeks hollowed as you sucked. The weight of him on your tongue felt divine. Your fingers teased along his happy trail. Petting the dark hair there. Tracing the muscles that flexed under your touch.

He guided you down slowly. "That's it. All the way, baby. Take every fucking inch f'me. I know you can."

You did. Relaxing your throat. Letting his cock slide in until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Your walls massaged him tight. Wet heat enveloping him completely. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. They spilled over. Smudging the kajal even more, black mixing with your tears, running down your cheeks.

Toji's gaze was locked on you. Hyper focused. He drank in every detail. The beauty marks around your eyes. The cute one right above your upper lip. Your hair framing your face like a halo. You looked so beautiful. So fucking ruined for him.

His thumb brushed your stretched lips. Gathering the drool that slipped out. "God, you're gorgeous. Look at you. Taking me so deep. My pretty girl."

You hummed around him. The vibration made his thighs tremble. You bobbed your head. Sucking harder. Tongue working the underside of his shaft. One hand cupped his heavy balls. Rolling them gently while your other hand stroked what your mouth couldn't reach.

Toji's fingers tightened in your hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Guiding you back and forth on his cock as his breaths came rougher now. "Yeah. Just like that. Gonna make those pretty eyes water more. Love seeing my good girl gag on my cock."

You pushed yourself further. Throat fluttering around him. Tears flowing freely. The kajal was a complete mess now. Dark smudges painting your heated skin. You looked up at him through wet lashes. Eyes glassy and devoted.

That was it. The sight broke him.

Toji came with a fevered moan. Thick ropes of cum flooding your throat. Hot, heavy and endless. You swallowed around him. Milking every drop, throat working rhythmically. Taking it all like the good girl you were.

When he finally eased out, a string of spit and cum connected your swollen lips to his glistening cock. You gasped for air. Lips shiny and wrecked.

Toji pulled you up immediately. His mouth crashed onto yours in a deep kiss. Tasting himself on your tongue. Then softer kisses followed. Across your cheek. Along your jaw. Gentle presses just under your eyes where the kajal was darkest. Kissing away the messy streaks with surprising care.

"You wrecked me, princess," he murmured against your skin. His hand stayed at the back of your head. Massaging your scalp in slow circles. "So fucking pretty in the morning. Thank you. My beautiful girl. My sultry little thing."

You smiled. Curling into his broad chest. His arms wrapped around you tight. The sun climbed higher outside. But neither of you moved. Just tangled together. His cock softening against your thigh. Your smudged kajal marking him now too.

Toji pressed one last kiss to your forehead. "Gonna need you to line those eyes every night. Just so I can wake up to this. Every damn morning."

His voice was low, a little possessive, but full of that lazy affection only you ever got to see. You nestled closer. Already thinking about tonight. How you'd line them even thicker. Just for him.

Apollo was powerful, yet Eros was unkind. After he poked and played and had his fun, Apollo left Eros alone in the forest, giving him no mind. He didn't know, however, that the God of Love would prove far more wicked than he had thought.

As with his hurt pride, Eros plucked a few creamy feathers from his wings and prepared two arrows. They were completely different, one creating love, the other banishing it entirely. A savage decision, truly, yet how could a prideful man of Eros's sort leave Apollo without the fruit of his wrath?

So he drew the arrow of love and shot it right through his bones. Letting it seep deep and gravely, spreading the lustful obsession of the most wicked charm. The utterly deadly one, making one obsessed and wretched over the darling of their desires.

Usually, his arrows were meant to strike those who wished to be deeply in love. Yet, as the rage was ravaging Eros's mind, he decided to make Apollo the most obsessed yet unhappy man in the entire world.

As for the other one, meant to banish the love, he shot at the daughter of the River's God.

The most beautiful nymph of all, with a face carved by the waves themselves. A chin utterly kind and cheeks wholly sweet, as eyes carried a gentleness of petals' peppered kisses. A wild birdie she was, basking carefree beneath the searing sun, as she lay and drank and danced without giving a mind to no mankind nor other little divinities. Nothing plagued her cheeky mind, and no worry could ever haunt her velvety forehead.

After all, she was the River God's most precious child, and he allowed her everything, guided by a parent's blissful love.

Her giggle bloomed in the nearby trees, and tender gaze lit the powdery midnight sky. A true beauty of utterly rare sight, so impossible it seemed too not be caught in Apollo's sight!

The God of Sun and Music and Poetry had never been in love. He enjoyed the bodily pleasures rather often, yet had never come upon a thing so deadly and wicked called love.

He knew that Gods and mortals joyed in it with the passion seething in their blood – for there were Hades and his Persephone, Aphrodite and Ares, even Orpheus and Eurydice, too, although it seemed that love of humankind was of a rather cruel sort.

Apollo, or, well, Satoru Gojo, as his true name was, never gave it much thought. The Goddesses and Gods were utterly beautiful, true, yet none of them had ever made his heart race with the swell and tenderness that all the poets wrote of.

He had never felt this tickling pinch his spine, nor the sudden blissful pain puncturing through his heart. No lover had ever bewitched his soul in an almost maddening way, and so he thought that the thing called love was simply not a part of his fate. Even if, that was rather fine too.

And yet… the serpents of fate are wicked.

Another summer evening it was, while Dionysus threw a joyous party as Gods usually liked to do. With wine spilling all over the golden cups and jolly laughter swirling through the tall grasses of the midnight land.

Gods there were of all sorts – trees and rivers and plants, each with loveliest offspring too, joined the grand feast.

It happened thirty moons or so before Eros shot Satoru with an arrow of maddening love. One evening, when the God who devoted his mind to no one set his eyes on… you.

A Goddess? Dearests, no.

As if you were the Goddess, he would fear that Aphrodite, driven by jealousy, would quickly pluck your eyes out. For the moment you entered the banquet held on the hidden beach, where waves rolled in deep foams, and moonlight spilt its cold kisses onto the heavy stones, Satoru needed to hold his breath.

This feeling, which he had read – written – about so often, suddenly bloomed in the swells of his heart. His hand flew towards his chest, crumpling the ivory tunic that covered the sizzling skin. His mind was struck, as if by a trickery spell, making him lose interest in the men and women chirping by his side.

The lyre in his hands felt heavy as he plucked the crystal strings, producing an unpleasant tone. But how could he not, if his eyes were devouring a beauty he'd never seen before?

And that evening, he followed you like a lost pup. With an ocean gaze lingering longer on the swells of your body, wrapped in a flimsy dress, and on your sweet cheeks, giggling foxily as the salty breeze smooched them. The flicker of the candles peppering long tables cast a lovely flame upon your skin, basking it in gold and warmth, as he imagined licking it clean.

Satoru Gojo was a poet too. A God of Poetry, after all, yet his mind was miserably empty whenever he tried to put your beauty into words. No one had ever shone brighter than you, and no giggle forced this weird, foreign feeling to seep through the marrow of his ribcage.

He was always responsible for the music and jolly, while his dearest friend Dionysus spilt the wine into guests' cups. The merry atmosphere tickled him in a pleasant way, and the mere thought of going back to one of his temples with a few little birdies forced a cheeky smile upon his brazen lips.

The women, Goddesses, and little divinities who didn't wish to be smooched by Satoru's muscular arms were indeed few. Yet the nymph who bewitched his mind in the utmost wretched way didn't bestow him with lovely eyes even once.

Dionysus noticed Apollo's frown crumbling, so he jumped to his side with a whisper, "Hm, isn't she your type, my dearest God?"

Satoru glanced at the slyness on Suguru's lips and bit the inside of his soft cheek. "That's the problem. And yet it seems I'm not quite hers."

Suguru pushed a raven lock of his hair back behind his ear, and lavender eyes oogled your giggling body with a slight grin. "Do you wish me to give her a bit of my special wine?"

The special wine was simply spiked with an aphrodisiac. Some Gods loved to use it to heighten their own sexual pleasure, while others too… made the object of their desires a bit mellow. A bit more balmy and sweet, and so Satoru already imagined your body melting beneath his fingers as he held it dearly within his delicate grasp.

Feeding you the special wine would be easy. And yet, Satoru didn't wish to be a bastard.

"Oh, but you are," Suguru chuckled, sensing the thought in his friend's mind. "I don't think there's any God more selfish than you."

Satoru knew it was the truth, for his character was rather… oh well… let's simply say he wasn't known to be the kindest and most lovable pick among the women. The most beautiful one? Surely. The best in offering sexual pleasures? Indeed. Yet he was the most arrogant bastard on the Mountain's peak, and every creature living beneath the Midetarrean sun knew of it far and well.

You most likely knew it too, so that's why the stars bouncing off your eyes did not look his way even for a second.

His head fell against Suguru's shoulder, the heavy wine coating his tongue with a sweet taste. His mind buzzed with a clash of drunken and desperate thoughts, a pulsing desire already flowing like liquid through his veins.

"I want to approach her in a nice way," he muttered, feeling Suguru's body tremble with wicked laughter.

"You can only dream, my God. She had rejected all attempts to woo her. The men and the Gods were rebuffed before they could grasp the weight of her eyes," Suguru hummed, feeling Satoru's head suddenly grow heavy on his shoulder.

"Is it her father's fault?"

Suguru shook his head. "The River God wishes for nothing more than to see his grandchildren's blooming cheeks. It's she who sniffs at all her suitors. After all, she is a virgin huntress, bound by Artemis's chastity laws." Satoru's head grew heavier. "You'd better forget about her, my God."

But how could he! His heart raced for no one but her. And even if she was a virgin beauty, Satoru didn't mind it at all, for he truly believed in the power of his charming soul. The arrogant confidence of the Sun God was truly impossible to dim!

And so that evening, Apollo decided to fulfil your father's deepest wish and become a man worthy of his daughter's hand. The one who would turn the virgin huntress into his most delicate, lovely petal.

At first, he began strolling around the meadows you usually spent your time in. Where the river curved and bent like a serpent's snake, and crystal droplets smooched your body, immersing you deep. You often sat with other sisters, and Satoru would approach you all with his foxed smile, dripping with a few sweetish words about your utter charm.

The other nymphs giggled, blushing gently at the lyricism spilling from his lips, as if the words of the most passionate, heart-throbbing kind were meant for them indeed. They looked at your unfazed face with a sly smile, knowing that their sister would reject Apollo's advances as she did with all her other suitors.

The Sun God knelt on the riverbank, looking down at your naked body hidden beneath the water's gentle swells. He could see nothing but the swell of your breasts, with perked nipples smooched by the river's kisses. You were meant to stay a virgin, true, but no one said you couldn't use the charms of yours to make the men spill miserably right beneath your feet.

So you glanced, for the first time, at God's idyllic face and waved your hand with a soft sigh. "I don't need your courtship, my God. There's nothing you can say that will force my mind to change. And to answer the question you most anticipate – no, I won't marry you."

Other suitors would back away instantly, feeling the intimidating air your glance carried across the lush plains. Your head tilted wickedly, lips curving into a playful beam, as if you knew the wretched state you always left them in.

Because a man's nature was to challenge his luck. Who didn't think that maybe their fate would be to change the virgin's mind? As all of them thought of you as the gentle, timid petal, not knowing that the virgin huntress was indeed a true beast hidden beneath the loveliest female cheeks!

But the Apollo, of course, couldn't be more turned on by your harsh rejection. The truth was that he almost didn't hear a word. No, instead he focused on the way your lips curved into a tricky smile. How crystalline droplets clung to your half-dipped breasts, with liquid sun spilling all over your warm skin. He traced them one by one, dripping from the damp hair and down the chest. His eyes seemed to be enamoured by your heavy gaze, slightly squinted and teasing, as if you already knew that your rejection would pinch his wretched heart.

And so a truthful, "My Goddess, you're ethereally beautiful with this wrath-wrinkle of yours," fell with his deep, obsessed sigh.

The nymphs gasped, covering their lips with gentle hands. Their mingling eyes glanced between your squinted gaze and the God's wretched sigh, as they awaited how this concern would unfold.

"I'm not a Goddess, and I don't need your praise," you said, your voice dripping with disinterest. "Find yourself another muse, my God. There's no need to waste your precious time on a simple nymph."

You bounced off the river's edge and swam to the other one, where the Sun God knelt. With the golden halo smooching his pale cheeks and ivory tunic crumpling on muscular shoulders. Feet clad in long, serpent sandals, golden laurel laying high on frosted head.

You've seen men of his sort, yet he was the first to look down on you with such a wretched gaze. Like a doomed lover, trapped in a circle of unrequited love, as if his heart had never swelled for any beauty but your gentlest soul.

He watched you carefully as you swam his way, unhurriedly, slowly. Water flowed over your body in soft waves, and warm wind shook the sole strings of your hair as it fell.

Your arms rested on the lush grass as you looked up at him through a curtain of wet lashes. "My God, I think it's time for you to go."

Satoru smiled – foxily, slyly, yet truthfully – before his hand reached out to cup your lovely cheek. You quickly pulled back, letting the tips of his fingers only catch a whisper of your soft lips.

His head tilted, a few creamy strands falling loosely over his straight brows. "I don't wish to hurt you, my Goddess." He grabbed the hem of his tunic. "I simply hope you'll grant me a chance."

He was kneeling, propping himself on his toes, as his fingers itched to grab a single lock of yours.

"I won't. I pledged Artemis my virginity. I'm a huntress, not your silly muse. Leave this place, or you'll taste the blood of my arrows."

And these words had indeed been bold, as all three realms of this world knew that no man had been more skilful in archery than Apollo himself.

If anyone else had spoken them in such a daring manner, the wrath of Apollo would bring painful consequences.

Yet when he heard it in this lovely yet viper-like tone of yours, a shiver ran down his spine. His hair stood on end as if electrified, and an ethereal aura smouldering around his figure suddenly intensified.

He wasn't afraid, oh surely no.

But rather, the swelling enamour, pinching his fingertips, washed over his heart. Your wicked personality wasn't an issue of any sort, but rather made the Sun God burn with an unexplainable desire. Heat that seeped down to his loins as he took a whistling breath.

"My Goddess, do you know who you're threatening to?"

You knew, of course, yet the urge to play with his boastful ego suddenly proved stronger than the choice to simply leave him be. You've met men like him before – too proud, too arrogant, the ones who'd never heard the word no. Yet of all you'd rejected, Apollo – Satoru Gojo – was the worst of all.

He was the Sun God, after all, who took satisfaction in the fact that the world, indeed, revolved around him. A personification of vanity and smugness, surpassing even Narcissus's pompous pride.

He knew what spell his wicked beauty cast over the nymph's petal cheeks. He knew the virgin maiden would fall for him most pitiably, needing only a single glance from his lustful eyes. His touch was soft, and his hands roamed over the women's tender bodies in the most loving way, yet never leaving them with the true tenderness that should fill his heart.

Satoru Gojo was a simple scum you wished to have nothing to do with. A cheeky smile tugged at your lips as you rested your arms on the river's edge and lifted half your body out of the water.

He didn't try to hide the ocean gaze, immediately snapping down towards your perked nipples, with crystal droplets dripping down the lush glass. Your head tilted, eyes turning kitty-like, as the blessed kisses of sunshine, of his sun, peppered your wet cheeks.

"To just yet another miserable man," fell almost mockingly, prompting a sudden movement around his hips. You've noticed it, and so you turned your lips into a disgusted grimace. "Go away, my God, and know my mercy. I won't be that nice next time."

You fully lifted yourself from the water, standing next to his kneeling body, naked. His gaze followed up your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the plush of your belly, tracing every crystalline line carving into your body. When it finally met your eyes, his throat bobbed.

"My Goddess, you're truly underestimating my feelings for you."

A scoff slipped past your lips as your eyes rolled. "For the God of Poetry, I expected more flowery words."

And so, ignoring whether he wished to say anything next, you simply passed him by. Going deeper into the woods, leaving the Sun God with nothing but the lingering fragrance of your blooming skin in the air, and the painfully, wickedly wretched pleasure bubbling in his loins.

𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

You truly thought that he would give up.

That the Sun God, like any other man, wouldn't wish to pursue a woman who looked at him with nothing but a deep scowl between her beautiful brows.

And yet, for the next thirty moons, he always seemed to be there. Somewhere around, following you like a shadow, with eyes and lips and mind always speaking loudly, giving you neither peace nor serenity among the quiet fields of your home.

Whenever you went hunting, his arrows sliced through the air faster than yours, striking the animals and beasts with power that crumbled the heavens themselves, and a gasp always slipped past your lips.

Quiet, voiceless, yet somehow leaving you speechless upon seeing the strength the Sun God possessed.

He found you every single day, appearing like a spectre by the riverbank, a bow slung over his muscular shoulder, gold and softly feathered, mingling beneath the rising sun.

"Where are we going today, my Goddess?" He jumped to your side with a smile, immediately sniffing the fresh, flowery scent that clung to your sparkling hair.

You gave him no mind, simply following deeper into the warm, moist woods. The sun was barely high, and so you watched the trees wake from the slumber's tight arms.

"I'm going for breakfast, and you can do whatever you want."

Yet you knew that no matter how mundane your day was, Satoru Gojo would follow you nonstop. Just to steal a glance at your lips as you wrapped them around the orange's sweetest juice, the sugary stickiness dripping down your blooming cheeks. To watch the way your back bent whenever you drew yet another deadly arrow. How muscles beneath your flimsy tunic worked, and the sweat bubbled at the back of your neck as he traced it with a hungry gaze.

A few weeks had to pass before you started to tolerate his daily company.

He still acted bold and proud, often boasting like a peacock right in front of your irritated eyes, yet tried to keep his hands away, even though you'd noticed how his fingers curled whenever your tunic brushed their tips.

But then one day… something had changed.

You didn't know what, but well, he did.

Eros's wicked arrow had struck his bones, making his gut leak with maddening love. He was aware of the wretched ache in his heart, yet only after being struck by a love-spell of sorts did something beastly unlock in his mind.

As for the arrow meant to banish love, Eros shot it towards Apollo's dearest one. As all the Gods on Olympus already knew of his wretched state, Eros played his dirty trick, ensuring that the sweetest nymph would never glance at Apollo again.

But… well. A man in such haunting love is truly a hellish creature himself.

When the love-bound arrow struck his back, he took it with a wicked pleasure. Yet, when he saw another one flying boldly towards the curve of yours, he grabbed it swiftly, before the leaking peak could ever brush your skin.

It was a sudden movement as he stepped closer, his hand shooting toward something over your shoulder.

It happened yet another day, as you both walked the serpentine paths through his temple's lush garden. There's a little cove I wish to show you. How about a quick dip? After spending a month in his presence, you sighed and nodded, as nothing gave you more wicked pleasure than seeing him lose his mind at the sight of your naked body in fresh mountain waters.

And so, while your tunic fell to the ground and a warm wind brushed your hair with a soft tickle, he suddenly stepped closer.

Too close. Before a sudden crack of splintering wood sounded behind you, he drew an arrow, his long fingers clenching it.

"What is it?" you furrowed, looking at the long wooden arrow crushed in his strong grip.

He threw it to the side, taking the ivory tunic off his body. "Nothing, probably someone's lost arrow. Give it no mind."

But how could you, when something deep in your chest panged? You were a huntress, after all, so how could you not notice an arrow slashing at your side? There was never a moment when you would let your guard down, and yet, being in Satoru's presence somehow pulled a blissful laziness to seep into your mind.

He was always there – looking, watching, carefully observing each of your moves. Swooshing away a few men who dared to approach your side while he kept his eyes on you for too long.

To tear their limbs apart and unleash plagues across their lands with a single arrow. Something… you didn't know about, since there was no need to trouble your sweet mind. To reveal a sinister side of him that would shatter the gradually improving image you held of him.

His mind was already wicked. Heart wrenched by the pull of love so strong that it seeped into him from the inside. So the moment the love arrow struck his back, the feelings he had tried to keep within his heart suddenly burst with brutish, uncontrollable force.

He simply needed to make you his.

So you hummed softly, taking the first step into the little cove, with water slipping in from the nearby sea. A crisp chill hugged your limbs as you took a deep breath.

He watched you with a smile before dipping into the water too. "Rather good, isn't it?"

You nodded, leaning your arms over one of the sizzling stones. "Mhm."

Your bashful eyes roved over his ethereal body, lingering a moment longer on the broad, muscular back and meaty thighs. A warmth seeped through your loins, so you quickly looked away.

But he saw it. Of course he did, and so his body drifted a little closer, just to feel the saltiness wrapping your skin. Your hair fell loosely over your wet shoulder, and warmth crept up your soft neck.

The slight ache from the morning's hunt still pinched your muscles, so you turned to him again, only to see that he had suddenly come far too close.

A soft cough escaped your throat as you pressed yourself closer to the stone. "Could you, hm, give me a quick massage, my God?"

Satoru chuckled. "A massage? Is that how you wish to use the powerful Sun God?"

A scoff slipped past your lips as you turned back and rested your cheek against the warm stone. With eyes slightly lidded, you knew he, anyway, would give you whatever you wanted.

"Is there anything else you're good for?" A cheeky question slipped past your lips, followed by a low sigh.

He stood mere millimetres from your arched back, and the heat radiating from his body was smouldering your drenched skin. Long, thick fingers settled gently on your shoulders before he began pressing the muscles. Your body melted beneath his strong touch, and your mind went all fuzzy – nothing but soft moans and sighs would fill the little, hidden cove.

"I'm sure you can find a few things you could make good use of," his voice dripped with seduction, tickling your hair-covered cheeks.

A tsk fell past your lips. "You have only filth in your mind."

Well, how could he not? When your back arched so deliciously, with water hugging solely your slightly dipped hips? He could see the swell of your ass almost brushing his thighs, and if he took a little step forward, the tip of his leaking cock would surely brush your skin.

It was a blessing that you lay pressed to the stone in a blissfully unaware state, not knowing that the Sun God was going through pure torture right behind your back. With the fat, long cock sticking to his abdomen, little pearls of precum dripping down the veiny curve.

"You make me act filthy, my Goddess."

A month ago, you would have smacked his cheek and left him be. But now, with his fingers digging deep into the muscles of your back, a lovely laugh slipped past your lips.

"It's a pity I'm a wretched virgin, hm?" You straightened your spine, as if trying to give him a better view. "My God, you truly have extraordinary restraint."

Oh, how he loved this cheeky side of yours. The pure filth spilling from your virgin lips, eyes taking on a nasty look whenever you caught him staring at your nipples peeking through the tunic. The way you always undressed yourself in front of him without blushing like a birdie, taking full pleasure in the fact that he couldn't touch you as he wished.

Who said that a virgin should be timid and cowardly? If you could keep your chastity while still enjoying the wretched state you put men in?

And which God would be more fun to tease than the one who slipped through numerous affairs?

Satoru hummed, pressing your back a little harder. Slipping lower, and lower, through your ribcage and waist, rolling the little dimples just above your hips. "Have I? I'm afraid this restraint might one day snap."

A shudder ran down your spine as you tried to keep your head steady. Your bow lay still on the river's bank, and if he tried to misbehave even a bit, you would simply shoot him clean.

And yet, your hips rolled, as if trying to chase the pleasure his touch gave. "I'll be there when it happens." You looked over your shoulder, not missing the squint he gave you… "And I'll make sure to bring you to your senses," …and the reddened tip sticking to his hips. "I think you might wish to take care of it. Maybe with one of your muses?"

Or whores, as you actually wanted to say.

His cock trembled as you looked at it, and Satoru could only chuckle. Nastily, mischievously, with the fingers pulling your hips a bit closer. Yet not close enough for your wet pussy to feel the meaty shaft graze her lips.

"You are my muse, Goddess," he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing your cheeks. "Do you wish to hear the poems I've written about you?"

The sizzling sun licked your spine, eyes followed as his plush lips leaned to your ear. "Are they as filthy as your mind?"

He nodded, fingers slipping down towards the swell of your hips. Rolling deep circles, loosening the tightness in your muscles. "How could they not?" Snowy hair almost tickled your ear. "Who do you think I pleasure myself to? You may be a virgin, my Goddess, but I have my needs too."

With a sudden movement, he flipped you over, pressing your back to the warm stone. His thick cock stuck to the white trail of his abdomen, yet still not touching your dripping cunt.

You may've pledged chastity, yet you couldn't control your body's simple needs.

"You can't do anything to me," you said, yet something in your voice quivered.

His head tilted wickedly, and his eyes shone as he gripped the fat shaft. "But you can watch, hm?" A thumb swirled over the pearly tip, smearing the sticky cum over the reddened head. "Or is it also against your chastity?"

Maybe it was. Yet your head shook as back pressed closer to the stone. The water swelled over your hips, leaving your breasts bare to his starving gaze.

"Hm, thought so." His fingers slipped to your cheek, brushing a few wet locks away. "My Goddess, you truly are a wicked creature."

Pleasure, distress, haunting desire clashed with each other in your mind, yet your body froze in place. Lips fell only slightly open, eyes bulging like porcelain plates, seeing the fatness he gripped. Leaking with creamy droplets of precum, soaking his long fingers and veiny thickness.

Saying he was large would be an understatement.

Something in your belly squeezed, imagining his bulging head hit the deepest–

"Stop," the word slipped out in a shudder as you turned your head away. With warm cheeks and a trembling lip, as if the Sun God's look of himself pleasuring himself solely on your blooming face were against every pledge you had made. "Go and find one of your filthy muses."

Satoru chuckled before his fingers pinched your chin, turning your head back. He leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours. "I can't think of anyone but you, my Goddess. Look what a wretched man I am because of you." His thumb brushed your lower lip, then slipped boldly onto your tongue. "Do you truly wish to put your Sun God through such a tor–"

Yet before he could finish, your hand met his cheek. A slap bounced off the water, turning his face left. To bring it back to face your wrath, you slapped it again.

His creamy face bloomed like the softest rose, and a shiver of pleasure ran down his spine. Excitement pinched his heart as fingers clenched around the fat shaft with a low, groany moan.

He bit the inside of his cheek, looking down at your face, burning with rage. "Slap me again, my Goddess, and I'll make you arch that pretty ass of yours for me again."

You didn't know where this sudden change had come from, yet the man standing in front of you was not the one who had pestered you for the past thirty moons.

No, as Satoru Gojo, who now stood mere millimetres from your body, with his musky scent clouding you tight and his fat cock trembling at the sheer look of yours – look much, much madder.

Wretched, obsessed, with the flame dancing behind his watery eyes and a wicked smile tugging at his rosy lips

Another shiver ran down your spine when he started pumping his shaft faster. Smearing the creamy cum all over the bulging veins, throwing his head back yet still following the gentle rise of your trembling breasts.

The rage bubbled beneath your heart, and a tiny thread of heat smouldered on your cheeks. He leaned a bit closer, and closer, and closer, until his forehead rested against your shoulder. He didn't touch you in any other way, yet the sole impact left you breathless.

"My Goddess, you smell so good," he took a deep breath close to your neck, letting another groan escape his lips. "So delicious, ah, I can only imagine how sweet the scent is down there."

A shuddered breath escaped your tightened throat, feeling his muscular, massive body looming over yours like a deathly threat. Long fingers pumped his cock faster, breathless moans hit your drenched skin, before he finally stilled.

With the gentle, petal kiss upon your shoulder and his cheek nuzzling against your skin.

Something warm spilt over your belly. And you didn't need to look down to know what it would be.

"You're disgusting," fell in pure wrath, as you pushed him away. "Nothing but filthy scum. I hope this satisfied your hunger, because the next time I see you, my God, not even your wicked arrows will be able to save you from my rage."

You left the water with a shuddering, vexing tremor washing over your spine, and this little, agonisingly rubbing feeling that spilt hotly all over your mind.

Satoru followed your body with a slick smile, the saltiness of your skin still tasting heavy on his lips.

The Sun God was of a cunning nature. Wicked and wrathful, always doing things one way. His way. 

Three weeks had passed before he had a chance to see you again.

His heart heaved in agony as he couldn't find you anywhere. As always, he came at the first break of day to join you on the morning hunt, but you simply weren't there. Waiting for him with a scowl, yet still giggling at all his foolish jokes and accepting a bit of help.

He was waiting by the river's bank from morning till night, yet you hadn't appeared even once. As if the waves themselves had trapped you beneath the surface.

He asked around – the nymphs, the Goddesses, the plains – yet everyone said they hadn't seen you for days. Or maybe they simply lied to him, as you couldn't simply disappear.

And so for the next three weeks, he walked through the lands like a shadow. He barely enjoyed anyone's company, sitting in his temple only to get drunk on the sweetest wine, letting his creamy skin be scorched beneath his own, merciless sun. A shadow of a man he was, as his heart simply couldn't bear the separation you imposed with such anger.

After two weeks, he met his twin sister, Artemis, to whom you pledged your chastity. He loved his sister dearly and knew her like the back of his hand. Thus, with a single glance, he could tell she knew everything that had happened between the two of you.

And based on her furrowed forehead and tsk that fell when she saw his grinning face entering her temple – she wasn't happy.

"I won't tell you where she is," she murmured, brushing her long, creamy hair aside as she enjoyed the warm kisses in the sun.

She lay on the sofa by her pool, with nothing but a long tunic gently wrapped around her body. Satoru hung over her wrinkled forehead and pressed a finger to satin skin. "My sister, such a beautiful woman you are, and yet you always seem so angry."

Shihori smacked his hand, glancing up at his brother with the same blue eyes. "Because you always make me angry, fool."

Satoru lifted her legs and rested them on his thighs as he joined her on the sofa. "Tell me where she is."

Shihori couldn't care less about her brother's wicked wish, so she shook her head. "You know she pledged her virginity, hm?"

Satoru hummed, playing with the long tunic as he brushed his sister's ankles. "I do."

"So you also must know what will happen if she breaks her vow?"

Of course he knew. That's why he came here.

"What if I told you I love her?" he asked, drawing his sister's attention. "I want to make her my wife. Give her to me, and I promise I will be in your debt forever."

Shihori propped herself up on elbows, letting long white hair brush her rosy cheeks. She was as beautiful as her younger brother – by a minute only. Possessing the same archery skill and a power that trembled the heavens.

With a slim chin and wicked eyes, matching the proudish smile. Strong and bold, with neatly carved muscles bulging beneath her satin skin and an authoritative tone that always made Satoru slightly squirm. But she was his older sister, after all, so how could he not feel the utter love and respect for the same blood?

"And why would I do that?" Shihori lifted her straight brow. "Why would I change my rules for this little nymph?"

"Because you love me," Satoru grinned. "And I suppose it would be rather proper to remind you that enjoying women's company also counts as losing one's virginity. My dearest virgin-goddess sister."

Shihori squinted, kicking his side with her foot. "Whatever I do with my nymphs is none of your business."

Satoru grabbed her ankle before biting her big toe, just as he used to tease her when they were children.

"I suppose some Gods would be interested in how the protector of young women and their virginity fucks with her dearest followers," he chuckled as she kicked him again. "You're no better than me, my sister. The same scum-blood runs in our veins. So let me have her, and I won't say a word."

Shihori glared at him. Morality and the need to give her little brother everything were clearly at war in her mind before she waved her hand and lay back down.

"Fine, I won't punish her. Just don't do anything stupid," she laughed, feeling Satoru's sweet kiss on her cheek. "She'll join another feast in a week. Just wait for her there. Oh, and bring me some of this Suguru's special wine."

Satoru tilted his head, another wicked grin already tugging at his lips. He knew his sister wasn't the saint everyone took her for, yet he had no idea how coy she was.

"And what do you need an aphrodisiac-spiked wine for?"

She opened one eye, shooting a set of daggers straight at his heart. But before another bark could pass her plush lips, Satoru chuckled once again. "Ah, what was this rumour, hm…" His eyes gleamed with a foul grin.

"What rumour?" Shihori asked through her teeth, yet the rosy warmth hit her cheeks.

Satoru stood up from the sofa, giving his muscular back a long, groany stretch. He scratched his chin before looking over his shoulder towards his sister. Oh, her anger only fueled his playful mind.

"Nothing, just that our dearest stepmother has been surprisingly benevolent lately," he observed, another wave of warmth wrapping around her neck. "I suppose it's because Hera truly enjoys the company of her stepdaughter. I wonder what makes her so happy that even Zeus no longer gets scolded for all his affairs."

Shihori slipped a pillow from beneath her head and threw it at his head. "Go out, before I change my mind!"

And so he left, with a crackling chuckle bouncing off the temple's walls and his older sister burning from embarrassment.

Yet now, with his sister's blessing, there was nothing that could stop him from pursuing your love.

And so he knew that the next time you met, he would make you his, whether you liked it or not.

𖤓 𖤓 𖤓

The moon spilt coldly over the feast's heavy tables as the Gods and Goddesses gathered around the flickering candles. The night was warm, as the summer breeze tickled the cheerful cheeks of the giggling nymphs, who listened to Satoru playing soft harp tunes.

An ivory tunic, as always, fell down his muscular shoulders, as the moon spilt dripping kisses on the lightened side of his face.

Finger played softly through the harp's gentle strings, yet lingered on your laughing cheeks. Something panged deep in his chest at how carefree you were with other divinities. You sipped your wine without giving Satoru much thought, as if you hadn't disappeared from Earth for the past three weeks.

Your laugh sliced sweetly through the air, tickling his ears. He desperately tried to force eye contact, yet you gave him nothing but the lovely side of your cheek.

An irritated tsk escaped his lips, an unpleasant anger bubbling deep in his chest. A few Gods approached you with a smile, forcing another wave of rage to wash over Satoru's spine.

Before he could step in, seeing how you slowly warmed yourself to some small God's side, a low, chuckling whistle slashed through the air.

"It seems like things didn't work your way," Suguru said, brushing Satoru's arm with his. "What? She rejected you?"

Satoru sighed, rolling his tense shoulders. "She's just a little nervous."

Suguru squinted his lavender eyes, clearly dissatisfied with such a roundabout answer. Raven hair tickled Satoru's cheek as he tilted his head. Satoru rarely saw his friend concerned with anyone but him, yet his forehead furrowed with a gentle wrinkle.

"Give her some of this wine," Satoru mumbled.

Suguru drew in a long breath, shooting his head towards Satoru. "But you said–"

He started, but Satoru quickly added. "I know what I said." He bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes squinting furiously. "Give her a little. Just to soothe her a bit."

Suguru chuckled, hitting his friend's back. "As you wish, my God."

"Ah, also, prepare a bit for Shihori."

Looking over his shoulder, Suguru rolled a laugh. "Your sister? What does she need it for?"

Satoru gestured with his chin towards the start of the table, where three of the brothers and their wives sat among the elite. With Persephone straddling Hades's hips, a quiet goddess wrapped around Poseidon's arm, and Hera… sitting utterly bored and giving Zeus's drunken laugh no mind.

Suguru followed his gaze before a devilish laugh escaped his throat. "Don't tell me she fucks with the queen mother herself?"

Satoru crossed his arms over his broad chest and let out a soft hum. Suguru tilted his head, admiring Hera's gentle cheeks. "Well, she's quite beautiful. No wonder she's stopped going crazy over Zeus's affairs lately."

Satoru watched as his friend took another pot of wine before rejoining the Gods. His golden tongue whispered the sweetest secrets, and the divinities laughed and blushed beneath Dionysus's soothing lines. After all, a God of Laughter, Wine and Theatre, he knew exactly how to play on people's minds.

You weren't an exception. As he approached and wrapped his arms around you and your friend, a gentle laugh made your eyes lift. Satoru bit the inside of his cheek, catching Suguru's sly glance, while his fingers clenched around your soft arm.

But still, he poured you another cup of the sweetest wine, watching you close as you took a sip. And another, another, another, before humming softly about how delicious it tastes.

A few minutes passed before something warm began to spill across your chest. A kind of fog clouded your mind – sweet and gentle, yet sizzling like the sun.

The nymph sitting right next to you grabbed your arm, looking at your hottish face with a furrow. "Hey, are you okay? Do you need some water?"

You drew in a sharp breath, feeling her cold skin against yours. Your head shook as a soft "I'm fine" barely passed your lips.

Excusing yourself, you rose from the chair and headed to a quieter part of the beach, where gentle waves lapped inside the small cove. Surrounded by the forest and shielded by tall trees, the spot offered a peaceful retreat. The salty breeze gently touched your cheeks, while your throat felt parched, and you scratched it with long nails.

The fog clouding your head was getting thicker, denser, spreading all over your body till the fingertips tingled with a pinching pleasure.

Something wet dripped down your inner thighs, and as you hid yourself behind a tree and slipped a hand beneath the long dress, you felt the stickiness coating your sizzling skin. But more so… the moment your finger brushed your swollen folds, a low bounce of the softly rolling waves.

"Fuck," slipped in a whisper, as you felt the burning pleasure fill your lower belly.

You looked around, seeing that neither mortal nor God peered into the little cove. The bay seemed completely private, with nothing but moonlight spilling onto the smooth sand and soft whispers rolling off the crystal waves.

You took a deep breath, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. Just to feel a faint friction, yet too embarrassed to slip your finger up again.

You've never felt it before. This… sensation.

Pleasure.

Or maybe you did, yet your mind refused to accept that Apollo, or Satoru Gojo, was the only man who woke a dangerous flame deep in your chest.

Maybe you simply wished to forget about the warmth that boiled deep within your lower belly when his muscular body stood right in front of yours. The look on his handsome face, lost in utter pleasure, and his long fingers wrapped around his filthy cock.

You tried not to think of it again, as the moment the image of his shaft slipped again into your mind, another moany sigh rolled past your lips. Your pussy clenched around nothing, letting another batch of stickiness coat your thighs. Trickling down the skin, till you've noticed a little, wet drop landing on the sand.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you cried, feeling the burning sensation pinch your skin harder. Perking your nipples, softening your body, as if preparing you to accept the pleasure that needed to be spilt.

Bracing yourself against the stony wall, you took a few steps. On trembling legs, you felt the weakness slowly seep into your marrow. You walked slowly, trying to go deeper into the nearby forest, just to reach the river.

Somewhere safe.

You moved slowly, with wetness dripping down your legs and heavy breaths escaping your burning lungs. Your eyes were misty, nearly teary, as the feverish, floral heat enveloped your entire body.

Waves rolled past your bare feet, sandals long forgotten somewhere in the back. Your burning body couldn't bear the dress clinging to your skin, so you began to undress unconsciously.

One cloth after another, before falling down your knees, to crawl towards the river's banks.

"Do you need help, my Goddess?"

Someone's voice filled your balmy mind.

No, not someone's.

His.

Of the God whom you wished to see the last, as the sole fragrance of his skin pinched your senses in an utmost sinful way.

And, oh, he must've watched you now in such an embarrassing stance!

Kneeling with your sizzling body, you shed the sea-drenched dress behind you. The intense desire overwhelmed your reason as you presented yourself fully before his daring gaze.

"Go away," you barely breathed. "You can't see me in such a state."

But Satoru merely chuckled before you heard his heavy footsteps coming your way. Ocean eyes hummed at all the garments you'd left behind before settling on your clenched thighs and slightly arched back as you tried to crawl towards the nearest river.

He squinted, seeing the wetness dripping down your thighs and a gentle shimmer from your swollen pussy.

"My Goddess, it seems that you do feel unwell," He chuckled, taking another step your way. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Your head shook as you tried to crawl faster, only to get away from him as fast as you could. An attempt to stand up ended in a miserable fall onto the sand, drawing a soft giggle from Satoru's lips. He knelt by your side, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to your cheeks.

"Oh my," he hummed, seeing the utter loveliness of your drugged face.

With cheeks sweet as fresh cherries and eyes softened by an alluring scowl. A gentle pout tugged at your lips as you unconsciously nuzzled against his skin. Another hand cupped your cheek as he held your face in a possessive grip. His big thumbs, tight yet delicate, brushed your skin.

"What is it, my Goddess?" He whispered, allowing a lenient sigh to spill past your lips. "What happened here, hm? Are you a bit too drunk?"

You nodded, thinking of nothing but the pleasant grip of his fingers.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were slowly giving in.

A miserable attempt to push him away ended solely with you even more pathetically landing on the soft sand. Your back hit it with a dull thud, as Satoru placed his fingers on your knees. Thumb rolled gently in circles, as if he knew how much pleasure your body took from each brush of his skin.

"Say it," he muttered, leaning closer. Plush lips brushed one of your knees, eyes never leaving your fogged face. "Say that you want me to help you, my Goddess. I know how to make you feel good."

Oh, and you knew too, which is why your knees tried to close again. But his grip was too strong, and he brutally forced them forward, folding you in half.

With your bare pussy dripping filthy onto the sand and perked nipples waiting to be softly brushed by his thumb.

The moonlight kissed his handsome, sharp side as he leaned in once again. To hang right over your face, observing with wicked pleasure the tears forming beneath your lids. As if he could see the fuzzy mess of your mind, with morality and a simple, human need drawing a brutal tight.

"I c-can't," you mumbled, feeling the heat drip down your tongue. It felt much heavier than before, barely touching your feverish roof. "Stop, I can't, the chastity–"

"Shhh," Satoru cooed, pressing your thighs to your chest. Till the swell of your ass glued off the drenched sand. "Artemis will forgive you."

His nose traced the plush of your cheek. Lips peppering your skin softly, leaving traces down your chin. His tongue swirled sweetly around one of your nipples, through the burning neck, perked breasts.

You wished to fight it – you truly did, yet a sugary moan slipped past your lips.

"No, she–ah!" you cried, as he softly bit your nipple.

"It's alright, my Goddess. Don't resist it," he murmured, with one hand feeling your breasts as his lips traced a path down your body. He gently bit, grazed, and nipped your skin before resting his cheek against your mound. "Allow me to take care of you. Just say you want it," he whispered, as his finger rolled your nipple, causing another cry to escape your lips.

"I'm a v-virgin, wait…" Your hand landed on Satoru's head, tugging softly on his hair.

Satoru groaned, feeling your gentle finger scratch his scalp. "I'll take good care of you. It won't hurt, I promise," he mumbled right into the drenched mound of your cunt, as the fragrance of sugary juices already hit his senses. "Fuck, my Goddess. Just let me have a taste. I won't put it in…" promise?

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling his warm breath almost brush your core. Not quite, yet the mere sight of him, lying so handsomely between your thighs, was enough to force a nod.

A nod, which would never happen if your mind wasn't on the verge of spilling. If your body wasn't melting beneath his touch, thighs spreading even wider, just to open your cunt to his starving mouth.

It was utterly embarrassing, humiliating, mostly sinful act and yet… when his tongue finally licked the juices off your clit, a shuddering moan bounced off the cove's stones.

He didn't waste a time, pushing the drenched muscle right inside your spasming cunt. Slurping, ravishing on the waves of wetness that spilt from your hole in unnaturally large bursts. Droplet after droplet, trickling down his chin and landing softly on the sand.

"My Goddess, fuck, I knew you would taste so good," he slurred, letting your juices stick to his lips. "My sweetest love, mhm, I was waiting a month for you."

Your fingers clenched around his hair as you tried to slightly pull him back. "W-wait, that's–nghhh–too much, my God!"

Your body had always been much weaker than his, but now, with neediness running through your blood, it seemed impossible to do anything but allow yourself to be wrapped in his lips.

He took your hand, slipping it down your belly. Down to your clenching cunt, only to press your two fingers against the swollen clit.

"Do you feel it, my Goddess?" He chuckled, looking up at your warm cheeks. "Do you feel how wet you are? That's what you wanted to take away from me."

He directed your pads to press softly, pinchily, till another moan spilt past your lips. His tongue slurping on your tight core, fingers of one hand rolling your nipples. Squeezing the plush breasts, till a painful pleasure tickled your spine.

And the other hand…

"Wait!" You screamed, quickly catching his wrist. "N-no penetration… just…" Oh dearest, how embarrassing it was to say out loud! "… use your tongue. I can't lose my virginity."

My sweet foolish nymph, Satoru thought, before an innocent, "Of course, my Goddess," fell past his plush lips.

The waves and waves of ethereal pleasure washed over your spine as he devoured your sweet pussy with a starving need. Nose all glued with your juices, cheeks nastily squeezed by your trembling thighs, tongue working on your clit and hole, trying to stretch her as much as he could.

His creamy forehead furrowed with a wrinkle, brows tight, as you pushed a few soft strands of his hair away.

"My God, please t-take a breath," you cried, yet the spilling lustfulness seeped like a flame through your skin. "I'm–mhmm–t-there's something…" Before you could point at your lower belly, his hand pressed right there.

Squeezing your little pouch, as if trying to feel the slick, filthy cum splashing beneath your skin.

"You need to cum, my Goddess," he mumbled drunkenly, sucking on your plush clit. "But for that, I need to put my finger in."

You bit your lower lip, looking down at his wretched face.

His cheek nuzzled against your soft thigh, kissing the clit softly. "Please? Just a finger. I promise, it'll be fine."

Oh, he looked stunning. With those alluring eyes and innocent pout, as if aware that his angelic face alone was enough to make your head spin.

So you nodded, rather unconsciously, and watched him push one finger in.

"Oh," slipped moany at the new feeling. "Oh, my God, mhmm, i-it's–"

"Now you can cum for me," Satoru whispered, going back to sucking your clit.

He knew where your sweet spot was – how couldn't he? – so within a second, you started squirming beneath his grip.

One of his hands rested on your belly while the other was deep inside your tight, clenching walls. He kissed, brushed, and lightly peppered your most sensitive spot with his finger until your thighs finally clenched around his head.

Locking him in a tight, shuddering embrace as he drunkenly moaned over your spilling juices. With a single flick of his tongue, you melted beneath his maddening touch, squirting all over his cheeks, chin and nose, till the Sun God was left nothing but a wretched man, hugging nastily to your velvety skin.

Your head felt a bit less feverish, with the crimson fog finally clearing from in front of your eyes and fresh summer air finally filling your lungs.

For a mere second, you felt normal again.

Satoru still lay between your spread legs, kissing the slippery skin of your inner thighs softly.

"Welcome back, my Goddess," he muttered, licking the last juices dripping from your pussy.

You watched him with pure terror swirling behind your eyes. "I… this feeling…"

"Mmm," he hummed, softly biting a plush of your thigh. "Someone must've spiked your wine, my Goddess. Have you angered anyone recently?"

Oh, he was such a scum.

Your lovely brows furrowed, a drop of sweat slipping down your temple. "No, I… I don't know. There was…" you, wanted to slip, yet you bit down on your tongue.

Satoru pouted, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. "My Goddess, I vow to find that bastard and slash his throat," he whispered, kissing your thigh and moving upward, even biting gently into your calf. "But for now, brace yourself for another wave."

And true to his promise, the heat once more kissed your cheeks. It climbed up your neck, seeped into fingertips, curled beneath lower belly, and caused another slick to slide down your cunt.

A fogginess once again swirled in front of your eyes, and an anxiety bubbled somewhere deep in your tightened throat.

Satoru flipped you onto your belly, with a soft, "Shhh, it's fine, my Goddess. You'll be fine."

Gentle, wet kisses landed on your shivering spine, leaving hottish traces down the skin.

"What a-are you doing?" fell shuddered.

But you didn't catch his reply. Truly, you heard nothing at all but the swoosh of his tunic as it landed close to your sand-plastered face.

"My God–ah!" Slipped in a pitched moan, as something fat poked on your swollen pussy.

The heat was teasing, gently pinching your damp folds, rolling waves of intense pleasure whenever Satoru stirred your cunt. His fingers spread the heat in a soft hum, and something heavy, round, pressed against your tight entrance.

"My God, what–"

"My love," Satoru let out an utterly innocent whimper, as if trying to stifle the tears wracking beneath his lids. You couldn't see the devilish smile tugging at his lips, his face tightly pressed into the sand. "Allow me to make you feel good. I can make the pain go away, just let me…" His swollen head slipped in a little, forcing a shattered moan from your throat.

"Wait!" You tried to crawl away, but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades. Keeping you tight in place, with his massive body fully resting on yours.

"It's okay, my love. It won't hurt, I promise," he hummed, another hand massaging the swell of your hips. Spreading your drenched folds a bit farther to see the tip of his cock getting sucked by your weeping cunt. "My Goddess, don't make her wait any longer. She's just wishing to get fucked, ahh."

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to stop your hips from slamming against his. As, dearest heavens, the way his sole head stretched your cunt brought an unparalleled, maddened pleasure, bubbling deep inside your belly. The pledge you made re chastity was trying to fight the aroused, lustful thoughts. The thick, warm fog that made your body liquefy beneath his touch, and your mind go all hot.

"My virginity–" You started, yet Satoru quickly snapped back.

"I talked to my sister, love. She won't punish you," he whispered, leaning down to lick a long stripe down your spine. "Because now you're mine. So say you want it, hm? Say you want me to fuck your tight cunt and fill her up."

He bit, licked, kissed your skin, while slowly, oh so painfully slow, poking your drenched hole.

"Just the tip, my love," he whispered, brushing away a few strands of hair hiding your lovely side. "I don't want to hurt you, my Goddess. I'll slip just a little tip."

And with an arousal fogging your mind, you nodded. Forcing a wicked laugh past his plush lips as he kissed your cheek.

"Mhm, that's right, my love," his cock slid through your tight walls, snugging inside your plush warmth. "Oh fuck, my Goddess, you truly are a fucking virgin."

You drew in a sharp breath, feeling his heavy cock slip into your belly. It was anything but the tip, forcing a sudden burst of tears to roll down your cheeks.

The pain mixed with pleasure as his shaft forced its way deep inside your pussy. You could feel every pulsing vein throbbing against your walls, the pumped head smooching your sweet spot, as he pushed and pushed, while pressing your body to the sand.

A moany cry bounced pitifully off the crystal waves before he quickly rolled you again.

This time, your back hit the sand, thighs folding up to your chest.

And when you looked up at his face… oh.

The Sun God hung over your crying cheeks with nothing but an utterly wicked, handsome smile. Eyes shining beneath the cold moon, adding to their ocean-blue hues a kiss of sin. He giggled, kissing the single tear that soaked your cheek.

And an angel, no, rather a demon, keeping you in his tight, possessed embrace.

Your hands pressed to his chest, as he pushed harder. "My God, you said just the tip," fell harshly, seeing a grin coiling in his gaze.

"My Goddess, you truly are ruthless," he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. "How could I ever lie to you? I'm barely in, I promise."

Yet when you tried to look down, his strong fingers grabbed your chin, keeping your eyes fixed on his.

"You don't trust me?" He pouted, peppering your skin with soft kisses. "Don't look down there, my love. Focus on me."

Your head lulled right as he bit the side of your neck. Licking, sucking on it gently, while still forcing his cock through your walls.

It wasn't just the tip, and although you should be angry, the way he kept you folded left little room for movement. With his single arm pressing your legs tight, fingers keeping your chin up, and massive, heavy body leaning on yours.

He started to move faster, faster, faster, pumping you poor, weeping cunt with his heavy cock. It hit every inch of your lower belly, brushing past the sweet spot and smooching up to the slowly swelling womb. You could feel his round head nuzzle deep inside your pulsing warmth, as your tight walls wrapped around him, as if trying to lock him in.

A low hiss slipped past his rosy lips as you cried out in painful pleasure. Your blood ran hot as he tried to fuck each drop of aphrodisiac from your veins, pushing your body deeper into the sand.

The nasty squelch bounced off the water, spilling deep into the cave and catching in your scattered hair. He brought your face back, giggling at the sight of your utterly fucked eyes.

"My beautiful Goddess," he whispered, before slipping his hand down your belly. At this point, with heat bubbling in your belly, your thighs stayed open, pressed to your chest, as if your body was freely inviting him in. "My sweet, beautiful Goddess. Tell me how good you feel."

His demand forced wrath and balmy submissiveness upon your fucked mind, and so a sweet, honest, "G-good, ahh, you're filling me s-so good," fell embarrassingly past your lips.

As no matter how much you wanted to refuse, it did feel good. Dearest, it felt amazing, handling his hefty cock fully sliding inside your warmth, till wet balls hit your lifted ass. Head kissing your womb, veins pulsing in rhythm with your plush walls, as they pushed out waves and waves of fresh cum. Coating his full length in your juices, till whenever he pulled out, a crystal thread formed between your cunt and his creamy, happy trail.

His hands kneading your softness turned your mind to balm, and fingers playing with your swollen bud forced a moan, so you truly, shamefully so, allowed your body to give in to his touch.

"My God, nghh, I'm going to–"

Before you could finish, he crashed his lips against yours. He slipped a groan deep inside your throat as he started to fuck you faster. More relentless, brutal, forcing upon your virgin cunt a strength you weren't used to.

"My God, p-please–ahhh–slow down," you cried into his lips, yet received only a low chuckle.

"I know how to make you cum, my love. Your pussy needs to be fucked properly," he licked the tears dripping down your cheeks before capturing your lips again. "You're close, hm? I can feel it in your belly."

His hands pressed to your lower pouch, feeling his cock hit the soft skin, before slipping down to your cunt. Rolling your clit in mean, squelching pinches.

"S-satoru," his name finally escaped your throat, as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. "So good, you're–ngh–filling me–ahhh."

He chuckled, seeing your lidded eyes and messy blabber falling past your lips. "I know, my Goddess, your–ahh–pussy feels so fucking good. My sweetest, I promise to take good care of you."

He hid his face in the crook of your neck before finally going still. Your back arched, nipples pressing to his chest, before a soaked cry ripped from your throat. Juices gushing all over his abdomen, cock, as he hit your womb painfully, filling it with sticky ropes of cum. Till you felt the heavy creaminess sticking to your walls, stuffing you heavily, madly full.

A filthy fog once again seeped into your mind, and for a single minute you felt your strength return to your body. For a mere moment, it allowed you to smack his fair cheek. It left him fully unfazed, with a cheeky grin still plastered to his handsome face and a low chuckle forcing its way past his lips.

"My Goddess, is that how you should treat your future husband?" he asked, then brutally turned you back onto your belly. You tried to crawl, kicking him back, but he simply smacked your ass. "Come on, my love. Don't try to fight me. If I hadn't found you, who knows who would?"

Your breath hitched when you felt his cock harden again. Still snuggling deep inside you cunt, as you felt his shaft stretch your poor, weeping walls.

"I–ahh–I fucking hate you," you snapped through gritted teeth, your hips slowly rocking against his. Whatever you'd drunk still flowed in your veins, forcing another fog over your mind. "I hate you, so, s-so–mhm Satoru, just, fuck, p-please–"

His fingers dug deep into your perked-up ass, ocean eyes glimmering at the sight of your arched back. Sweat beaded on your neck, and your teary gaze looked over your shoulder in a furious, desperate, pleading manner.

He chuckled, taking a little vial from his tattered tunic. Opening it with his teeth, he handed it your way.

"What is it?" you asked, trying to sound at least a bit suspicious.

His eyes squinted, lips turned wickedly up. "Just a simple water. You'll feel a bit better."

"Drink it first."

"You don't trust me?"

You bit down your lip, shaking your head a bit.

Satoru hummed before taking a sip of the liquid without hesitation. It seeped warmly through his body, dripping down to the burning loins.

Seeing that he truly acted normally, you took it from his fingers and drank it all in one go. But… oh.

You shot head his way, seeing nothing, but a nasty grin. "This…"

He leaned closer, pressing his hand back between your shoulder blades. His face drew nearer, then he licked your lips with his wine-sweetened tongue. "Tastes similar, my love?"

A wave of heat was rolling faster, an even stronger aphrodisiac flowing through your veins. Breathing became harder, your mind already blind, as he pushed your melted body into a deeper arch.

"I love you so much, my Goddess," he whispered, peppering your sizzling cheek. "I'll make you feel so good. So fucking good, I promise. My sweet, beautiful wife. Just trust me."

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Your hands continued to gently massage the skin with oil, but lips twisted into a smirk. Faint light from the flickering candles gently kissed your warm cheeks as you hummed softly and giggled in such a girlish manner; your servant tensed a little. How rare it was to see Her Majesty in such a delighted humour!

"Such a needy man he is," you murmured nevertheless, glancing at the darkness spreading over the dunes. "Doesn't Imperator have any manners? The night has already come."

The girl moved nervously in her place, not taking her eyes off her sandals even for a second. She knew, indeed, that Imperator's visit at this hour was not in place, but how could she talk back to the most powerful man in the world! The gallows would be the most merciful punishment she would hope to receive.

"My Queen, should I inform Imperator that you do not wish to see–"

But before she could finish, you giggled once again, giving this poor child almost a heart attack!

"No need, lead him to my chamber. I shall join him soon."

The girl nodded quickly and bowed, once again leaving Her Highness alone in a bathhouse, now filled with the sweet aroma of almonds, and Queen's plump skin glistening under the heaviness of the oil.

While walking the long corridors of Queen's Palace, with a milky moon creeping through the windows and tall torches lighting the way back to the main hall, the servant girl reminisced about the beginning of this unusual affair.

She tried to remember Her Majesty before Imperator's appearance – this utterly beautiful yet soulless woman, wandering through the palace lifelessly, with no warmth in her eyes, only anger and desperation.

Her Majesty came from a long line of ruthless kings and queens, the rulers of Egypt who spread their terror across the country and its people. Their fate has been sad, for they were forbidden to marry outside their blood.

That's right, the Queen herself was engaged to her own brother, who took over the country after their father's death. And what a brat he was, the servant girl must've admitted, a Pharaoh unworthy of the title, a crude, stupid man who seized the throne for himself. He's been dead for quite a while, having drowned in the Nile during the war, but the days of his rule were a turbulent time for Egypt.

And while the servant girl was indeed frightened by the ruthless Imperator, she would also keep him close to her heart for saving Her Majesty and bringing her back to the throne.

However, the girl couldn't bring herself to dwell on it any further. The tale of the affair and passion between the two rulers was far too immoral for her young mind to understand!

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Your father has just died, and Egypt entered the era of chaos.

It was only you, your brother (husband?), and the Council who were establishing a new rule over your beloved country. Far too humiliating was your position for a so-called Queen, who had not an ounce of power of her own. The Council had stripped you of everything that made a ruler more than a symbol. You were young, female, and – most damning – expected to share authority with your brother. A husband by law, by the rule of your family, but even blood has never softened his resentment.

He hated you.

And you gladly shared this feeling.

Perhaps his hatred stemmed from the fact that people loved you. Because you spoke their language, walked among them, and understood Egypt as home, it was. Perhaps because you were beautiful and guided by wisdom, choosing your words carefully and acting like a true ruler, not just a silly child who by accident was born with a cock between his legs.

The council, however, loved him.

Old men spoke over you in meetings, dismissed your decrees as womanish enthusiasm, and praised your brother's advisors while quietly stripping you of influence. You felt your authority slowly and deliberately hollowed out, until it remained only in name.

And while Egypt was sinking into chaos, the world was slowly conquered by only one man.

The man of the hour.

Rome's greatest general.

Caesar, his battle name was, but Gojo Satoru in heart.

You have only heard of him through stories carried across the sea by merchants and diplomats, and by soldiers who spoke too loudly after drinking. A tyrant, a saviour, a butcher, a genius – all often in one breath.

He had crossed the Rubicon with a single legion – an act so brazen it shattered centuries of Roman tradition. Brought a civil war into Rome as his rivals tried to drive him from power. He was swift and merciless, and when he arrived, all countries would fall.

Gaul had learned of his ruthlessness first, with tribes subdued, cities burned, and survivors sold into slavery by the tens of thousands. He was always triumphant, leading Rome through another victory.

Those who opposed him were slowly erased, but those who offered support became trusted companions.

Such a powerful, clever man he was, ruling by his pure wisdom and power.

As tyrannical as he stood, legions adored him. He marched with them, bled with them, and rewarded them lavishly. To Rome, he was both protector and a threat, a man who claimed to restore order while quietly collecting every lever of power for himself.

And unlike you, he was never truly alone.

He had armies, Rome, an undeniable authority granted by heaven, and a violence that could only be held by the simple fact of being a man.

You, meanwhile, had the same ambitions but lacked a quite important thing. Right between your legs.

You didn't want to accept this humility – this utterly pitiful state.

Losing Egypt to your cruel brother.

Some say you can’t battle fire with fire, but what if you possessed something even more powerful and Ruthless? Imagine wielding a weapon of destruction capable of extinguishing your brother's flame.

And as Rome's shadow stretched over to Alexandria, the heart of Egypt, you needed to act quickly.

So, how beneficial the decision of your exile turned out to be, after your brother, together with a council, decided to strip you of power and throw you away like a rag.

So the rag you've become.

"My Queen, I cannot," Haibara whispered pitifully, seeing the bed linen gathered on the floor.

Your plan was simple.

Well, maybe not that simple, nevertheless, depending on the Gods' blessing and your loyal follower's bravery. Haibara was a simple man at first, a servant who had caught your eye and followed you through the palace's sizzling walls like a pup, all polite and devoted.

After your exile and upon hearing that Caesar had settled in Alexandria's Palace for a while, you decided that whatever the Gods had planned for you, one thing needed to happen – you would enter Alexandria without your brother's knowledge and meet with the general.

And then. Well.

Everything else would be left to the Gods' wishes.

So under the cover of darkness, you have left Pharaoh's palace and run away towards the capital, Alexandria.

Long was the road, and quite adventurous, but Haibara was following you all the way to the city. The easiest path led through the sea, so soon after packing your things into one simple bag, you decided to go towards the nearest harbour.

"My Queen, are you certain of this?" Haibara would ask quietly, scanning the road ahead.

"No," you murmured just as softly, with a dark cloak sitting heavily on your head. "But certainty has never saved anyone."

The road heading north was long – by day, you concealed yourself among merchants and pilgrims; by night, you moved swiftly, guided by ancient stars older than any dynasty. Haibara led the way, checking the ground and listening for potential dangers.

"This is not how it should be done," he muttered once, as you paused near a well to drink. "You should have an army and guards – a hundred, no thousand!"

You laughed softly, looking at the fuming boy, nevertheless checking the surroundings for any dangers.

"You know we need to make contact," you whispered, eyes following the blazing sun, burning your skin mercilessly. "General is the only one who can help us."

You continued the road, already feeling the ocean breeze grazing your lips.

"And if he won't?"

You smirked. The harbour came into view, with masts rising like a forest of spears, sails furled and already waiting. The hope bloomed in your heart, together with unwavering confidence.

"Don't worry, he will."

And so you boarded the ship without looking back.

The harbour slipped slowly away, and the sea opened its arms for you, as Haibara finally exhaled and gripped a railing like his life depended on it.

"My Queen, I shall never underestimate you again," he murmured, his eyes glancing at the water with a sickly look. His boyish face was almost green, with eyes stuck into slowly disappearing waves. "But please let's find another way to come back."

You laughed heartily, the breeze blowing your hair under the scorching tongues of the sun. You felt the Sun God's protectiveness over you, as if she followed your journey attentively, pushing towards greatness.

"We are not going back," you whispered, closing eyes to enjoy the rest of the journey.

And you indeed enjoyed it, but haven't thought about how to get into the palace. Twilight has come, with the soft glowing of the sun hiding over the horizon. You waited until night, when quietness spread over its walls, and the guards stood leisurely, keeping watch almost sleepily.

So the simplest plan you could think of involved you being taken to the palace, wrapped in bed linens like a newborn, with Haibara taking you straight to Caesar's chamber. Every person in Egypt recognised your face, but Haibara, as a servant, had a better chance.

"My Queen!" he whispered, seeing you taking off the cloak, standing almost bare, in your majesty's robes.

"I need to be presentable, at least."

The bed linens you somehow stole from a ship were next, rolling yourself with them like a cocoon, with a bit of help from Haibara's utterly dissatisfied manner.

"My Queen, seeing you in this state," he sighed, nevertheless wrapping the white cloth around your head. "Such a disgrace, I'll never forgive your brother for pushing you to such actions."

"Shush," you scolded him. And the boy indeed shut his mouth and picked you up like a rag, looking as if his hands were truly full of bed linens only. "Cover me with some more and go inside."

He muttered something under his breath, but nevertheless went towards the entrance. As a Queen of Egypt – no, right now an ex-Queen of Egypt – you could try to sneak inside by yourself. However, every soldier and general has surely been informed of your exile, so even the last corner of this country is hostile to you.

The Imperial Palace, where the general stayed, has stood on the island in the eastern harbour of Alexandria, with the ocean humming softly beneath its mural columns. Haibara carried you all the way along the long bridge, surrounded by calm waters and lush green, with a pale moon guiding you through the dangers of the road. The palace rose before you, beautiful in its monstrosity, with white sculptures and long torches guarding the gates.

Not just them, surely, the guards have also been standing right there, blocking your path with long spearheads. You didn't worry, however, as Haibara had worn his servant clothes and held the servant token right in his hand.

Guards looked at him harshly, but their faces flattened the moment he presented his token.

"What's that?" one of them asked, pointing to the bed linens with his spearhead.

You felt Haibara shift in his seat, his hands squeezing your rolled body. His fingers went right into gold bracelets wrapped tightly around your thighs, and a small hiss needed to be blocked by gritting your teeth. "Fresh bedding for the General, just delivered from the port."

The first guard hummed, but the other looked at him suspiciously, one eyebrow following up to the hairline.

"And why would he need them now, boy?"

Heavens, how could they ignore his token? It should be enough not to follow with any questions!

"Sir, it was Pharaoh's order. Look closer. It's a token taken from his palace, granted by His Majesty himself."

The round token truly has trulybeen of the finest quality, bearing the Pharaoh's initials and resting heavily in the guard's palm. He frowned, but gave the token back.

"Come in, boy. Don't bother the General, he's resting in his chambers."

Haibara nodded and quickly entered the marble gates of the palace. He walked through the courtyard, with long columns guiding him right inside. The palms tottered slowly with the wind's faint whispers, while stars shimmered brightly, as if cheering your pitiful attempts to get the throne back.

"My Queen, where shall I go now?" he murmured while entering the inner court.

It looked even more massive inside. Colourful paintings of heroes and warriors adorned the high walls, telling stories passed down through generations, honouring the gods who birthed the children of Egypt. The sculptures sat peacefully in the corners, following your every move with their hollow eyes, yet they possessed a perilous stare, as if their spears would fly your way any second.

The Palace was truly difficult for newcomers to navigate. But not for you.

"Turn left from the entrance, his chamber should be somewhere at the end, with a view of the harbour," you whispered, feeling your body move together with Haibara's quickened pace.

Your head rested right on his chest, and you could feel his heart bumping against your ear with every beat.

Such a poor boy he was, but you would surely let him bathe in riches after getting the throne back.

"My Queen, what if someone sees–"

But he didn't finish, as his arm was suddenly grabbed "Boy, who are you?"

Heavens! The obstacles were never-ending!

The female servant who had spotted Haibara glanced at him suspiciously, rumble almost shooting from her eyes.

Haibara took out his token once again. "I was ordered to deliver these to the General."

She hummed in an even more suspicious manner. "General? Boy, have you lost your mind? Who ordered you–" but as she looked at the token, her face flattened the same way as the guards' before. "Oh, never mind. Come this way, you shall meet Sir Ichiji first; he will decide whether you can have an audience with the General."

You cursed under your breath as the female servant led you deeper into the palace, with the moon creeping here and there, as if it were following your journey curiously. You could feel its gaze going right through the thin linen, bathing your body in its cold light, as if it could see you shaking in excitement right under the pile of bedding.

She knocked on the heavy doors, and a second later, you heard murmurs, followed by quick footsteps and the movement of the handle.

"Sir Ichiji, I apologise for disturbing the General, but this boy wishes to speak to him," she said on one breath, and you could hear it quiver slightly.

There was a short silence before a man cleared his throat and murmured something under his breath.

"What's the matter?"

The voice was melodic, quite delicate for a man, like a bird's chirp. There was a gentleness to it, making it quiet and pleasant to the ear.

Haibara showed his token once again, this time, however, answering more truthfully, with a stern tone.

"I have important information to deliver for the General."

Ichiji furrowed his forehead, and the female servant followed him quickly, her version of the story being quite different from the one she had heard just now.

"Let's hear it then. Pharaoh sent you?"

There was a second of hesitation before Haibara sighed deeply.

"The Queen herself."

Silence fell heavily, like a fog creeping through the palace's corridors. All three of them kept mum for a while, with stars glaring with curiosity through the window.

The female servant looked at Haibara with parted lips, her breath slightly shaking. Ichiji kept his gaze on the boy, as if thinking about his answer.

But before he opened his lips, another voice came, like thunder crossing the sky. Deep tremble, but with such a soft manner, it made your breath slightly hitch. "Let him in."

Ichiji gave Haibara one last glance before waving the female servant away and opening the heavy door. It groaned as a warm light spilled into the corridor. Gold fire and shadows danced on the walls as Haibara stepped inside carefully, the bundle cradled in his arms. As if holding something fragile and priceless – which, in truth, he did.

You didn't see him, but could feel his presence. Heavy, commanding. Like the air itself had learned obedience to him.

Haibara bowed slightly, as you already started moving in his arms.

"My General–"

But before he could finish, General cut him off. "What is it that you hold?"

The boy didn't answer, but he moved nervously, thinking whether now was the time to reveal the secret he had come with.

But he lowered you onto the polished floor just before his feet. For a moment, you stayed hidden – your linen-wrapped body and the silence of the room closing in around you.

You didn't know who was inside, but quiet murmurs told you the general definitely wasn't alone.

Was it a woman?

Did he caress someone before you came in?

Your fingers moved slowly, unwrapping yourself from the white clothing.

And then, the gasps were swallowed.

You rose from the linen like a goddess summoned by myth, feet bare against the marble. White and gold robes hugged your body. A thin linen wrap around your chest, and a heavy necklace pressed just above your breasts. A white skirt hung low on your plump hips, with a gold chain hugging your sun-kissed belly, flowing down to your ankles. Kohl-lined eyes glanced at the man before you, with a gaze so intense and curious it left people breathless.

You looked like a true goddess, a Queen herself, gleaming under the faint golden fire, with the wind mussing your hair gently.

And general.

Oh.

The general seemed speechless too. He did not move. Did not even speak. His gaze traced you openly, unashamed, not with a man's hunger, but like a ruler assessing another for the first time. Something flickered in his eyes, surprise, even playfulness. But above all – interest.

He stood by the window, draped in crimson and ivory. A cloak rested over one shoulder, fastened with a clasp of shimmering gold, the fabric falling effortlessly along his broad frame. Armour gleamed beneath it, as if he had just entered this chamber from the battle. A gold laurel circled white hair that caught the torchlight like polished marble, looking almost unreal under the darkened sky.

And his, heavens, eyes. You tried to keep your composure, but his eyes, blue as an ocean you've just crossed to meet him, looked at you in a way you did not know how to describe.

Months later, you finally discovered that the word you were looking for was adoration.

A slow smile curved his lips when he glanced at his companions sitting near the table. Soldiers, maybe, who stood up the moment his cold eyes met their postures.

They bowed and, together with Haibara and Ichiji, left the chamber.

The doors closed with a thump, and silence fell between your heavy breaths.

"So," he said at last, voice smooth, with a weight of command without even raising itself. "Egypt sends me a goddess to negotiate."

You smirked.

"This is how Egypt survives," your eyes moved behind him, to look at the harbour stretching right outside the palace. "By sending the only person who still dares to speak for it."

His brow lifted in amusement. "Bold words for someone who entered my chambers wrapped in a linen."

How devilishly handsome he was, shadowed by a cunningness and wisdom you had not expected in a man. You never had a chance to meet a man worthy of your hand. But maybe you would consider a tyrant, with muscular arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face.

"Boldness is all I have left," you said. "That, and a throne stolen from me by a boy who mistakes a cruelty for a rule."

He stepped closer, his gaze following your body painfully slowly, while he circled you with measured steps, echoing softly against the marble floor. He studied you like a problem worth solving, with hands clasped loosely behind his back and eyes never leaving your bare skin.

"Your brother," he murmured. "Killed a man I came for. He's quite an idiot, isn't he?"

You laughed quietly, eyes curving like a moon.

"My brother does not understand Rome."

"No," the general agreed. "He understands power given to him by others."

He stopped before you, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, his chest tightly wrapped in iron. The man, who had bent nations to his will, briefly lowered his gaze – to the gold hugging your throat and the steady rise of your breast – before returning to your smiling eyes.

Only now have you noticed that he must've been much older than you, somewhere in his late thirties. Such a young man with so many victories to his name, truly mesmerising.

"So what do you wish for, my Queen?" You tilted your head, hearing such a bold title come from another ruler's throat. But he looked at you steadily, with unwavering confidence.

"Stability, loyalty. For Egypt to be mine," he raised his eyebrows, but you continued. "You would rule. Through me."

The air between you tightened, charged with something dangerous and passionately intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with anticipation.

He laughed then, low but genuine. "You do not pretend otherwise."

"I am done pretending, General," you said softly. "I will not beg for my crown, but I know how to share."

"Satoru," he murmured, eyes following your heavy gaze. "Drop the general title, my Queen. For you, I can be just Satoru."

Your heart flinched, breath hitched.

Maybe visiting him was a bad idea, with warmth spilling somewhere in your belly, not far from his big hands hanging leisurely near his body.

"But you know the cost," he said quietly. "If I take your side, blood will be spilt in Egypt."

Another step closer, his body merely a step from yours.

"Egypt is already bleeding," you answered, eyes never leaving his face.

Something shifted in his look. Something you didn't anticipate seeing. Or maybe you did, knowing how men reacted to your presence.

The youngest goddess, they would say.

Treasure of the Nile.

You would charm them with your intelligence and charisma, a captivating voice, flowing through their ears sweetly like honey, and a magnetism that only a woman of your sort would possess. They would see you as a symbol of divinity, a Queen worthy of her title.

And the greatest general, tyrant himself, a Roman God was, after all, nothing but a man.

So when you saw it in his eyes, a quick, almost unrecognisable glance of painful wretchedness, you knew it was over.

For him.

"You would have me go to war for you," he admitted.

"And you would have to win," you smirked. "Are you able to, Satoru?"

For a long moment, he said nothing. But a challenge you have just dropped was impossible to ignore for a man of his calibre.

And then his hand lifted, slowly, deliberately, tilting your chin up so you could look into his tormented eyes. His palm burned you, calloused fingers touching your skin with a strength you couldn't imagine he possessed.

This tyrannical gaze, which led to so many deaths and conquests, that night, looked at you with nothing more than pure agony.

"Very well," he said, voice like a promise wrapped in iron. "I will restore you to your throne."

Your heart thundered.

"And Egypt?"

His eyes slipped down your lips, twisted in a gentle smile, while he brushed your jaw with a reverent and possessiveness all at once. "Egypt, my Queen," he stopped, looking back at your shimmering eyes, "will belong to Rome."

Your eyes narrowed, without pulling away. But you just slightly, barely, tilted your head and put his hand fully on your cheek, grazing his thumb with plump lips. Scarcely, but enough to feel his body tense.

"Then let history remember the moment our empires chose one another."

His gaze softened, just a little, almost dangerously.

"Oh," he murmured, almost painfully. "I assure history will never forget you."

And maybe that was the moment when Gojo Satoru, the greatest general in the Romans' history, decided he would conquer the world if you ordered him to.

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Months later, already as the Queen of Egypt, you would reminisce that night with a quiet giggle and warmth filling your heart.

Even then, relaxing in your bathhouse and thinking about, now Imperator, sitting obediently in your chambers, would bring a sweet smile to your lips.

Droplets of water rushed down your skin as you left the cooling bath and slipped into a flowy, almost transparent robe that clung to your dripping body. But it was fine. The night was hot enough, and you would get wet soon anyway.

The hallway back to your chambers seemed almost too long, with just a few servants greeting you on the way, eyes never above the level of your knees.

You wouldn't describe yourself as a ruthless ruler. A fair one, yes, but tyranny was the Master of Egypt's speciality. Imperatus, whose name would still send a shiver down people's spines.

And while Gojo Satoru indeed won a civil war in Rome and then took back power from your pathetic brother, there was a rumour that Rome had been stolen.

By a witch herself!

A Goddess, who wrapped Imperator around her finger and held him like a viper, poisoning his mind with lustfulness and wickedness.

A Whore Queen.

A Fatal Monster.

Egypt's Shame!

Such creative titles have you heard, but never directly and never for long. Imperator wasn't of a patient sort, merciful too, thus only whispers and rumours would be brought to you before someone's head would roll.

Your chamber was basking in moonlight when you entered it, with wide windows overlooking Alexandria's rebirth. The city was alive at night, with faint melodies and laughter coming from the far markets.

The days were long, tiring, ruled by your strong hand.

But nights?

Nights were for him.

He didn't turn when you came inside, with wet dripping down the marble floors and robe clinging to your skin. Hips and soft thighs, gleamed with crystal droplets as you walked towards him, leaving wet patches on the floor.

He stood near the balcony in simple ivory linen that clung to his strong frame – muscular back and overpowering arms, stretching usually loose robe to its limits. He almost covered the moon with his monstrous height and wide shoulders. You noticed the laurel had been taken off, now lying discarded on a table. He looked like a simple man.

No.

A God himself.

A creature who brought a sun and a whole empire to your knees, driven just by a simple force of passion.

"Maybe I have bewitched you, after all," you whispered, embracing him from the back, with hands wrapped tightly around his body, shivering with a laugh. "You've been staying here longer than in Rome."

"Have I ever denied this accusation?" Satoru asked playfully, without turning.

You buried nose in his back, smelling the freshness of his linen. The night was warm, but his skin was sizzling, burning, and also absorbing the water from your tightly pressed breasts.

"You think of me as a witch?" you asked, rubbing thighs slowly. You felt his body tensing up when you graced his back with your perked nipples. "What if they'll accuse me of being the Queen of Rome next?"

He hummed quietly, putting his hand on your arm, his posture weak.

"I'm afraid I would be the one spreading rumours"

You chuckled quietly, when he turned around, scanning your posture with a longing.

"Oh?" he raised an eyebrow, looking at the transparent robes sticking to your body. Linen wrapped around your nipples, thighs soaked in almond oil, the curve of your hips fitting his hands just right and this smile. Heavens, this slick, mischievous smile that left him awake at night.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing closer the ocean eyes that gazed at you with tenderness. Admire, even. Searching for strength in your soft whispers and firm commands.

How pitiful he turned out to be for you, truly feeling as if a viper had wrapped around his neck, poisoning his mind and gut. Your presence was intoxicating, addicting, and he found himself running towards Egypt a few times a month, leaving his Empire in the hands of trusted generals.

"Shouldn't you arrive in a few days?" you questioned, feeling his hands on your hips, pushing you slightly back, right towards the bed, waiting quietly for your bodies to tangle once again.

The faint light of the candles was guiding you through the dark chamber, with nothing but gold bracelets on your arms gleaming softly under his sharp gaze.

"I couldn't wait. The sole thought of you sleeping alone in this bed was giving me shivers." His grip tightened, and when the back of your knees touched the edge of the bed, you dropped silently on its soft linen.

But Satoru stood before you, with eyes following your body up and down. From the wet calves, up to thighs, your sweet core covered by a simple robe, and soft tummy, breathing slowly under his gaze.

He stood quietly, proudly, truly an Imperator, his forehead clouded by your scent, your touch, the sheer view of your nipples, hugged by wet white robes. Your breasts looked soft beneath the chalky material, and he thought of how they fit his palm, so heavily and fully.

"Ruling the Greatest Empire in the world bores you, my Imperator?" you asked, raising your legs and parting them slightly, just for him.

For his fingers to follow your calves up from the ankles, gripping the wet material and moving it slowly, slowly, up your thighs, dampen with a mixture of almond oil and your juices.

His breath ragged when he dropped to his knees, groaning at the sheer look of your shimmering pussy, displayed for him like a feast.

"Ruling half the world doesn't satisfy you?" you continued, with a voice so syrupy he wanted to drink it like a madman.

Your charm bewitched him, and before you noticed, his lips were already making their way up your thigh, kissing soft skin and licking its sweetness.

"My Queen," he whispered, exposing your smooth belly and breasts, as he cupped them with strong fingers. He smirked like a jackal when his tongue licked your nipple and bit it gently. "Even ruling the Greatest Empire doesn't match the feeling of being between your thighs."

And then your lips crashed in long, dear kisses. Your fingers landed in his white hair, pulling them slightly just to push a soft groan from his throat. He bit your lower lip, cupping your cheeks firmly, to draw away with a string of saliva between your hot tongues.

"What a fucking sight you are for an eye, my Queen."

Your breath hitched, and just a second later, the great Imperator was the one lying on a bed. With your thighs strangling his hips and hot core right on his bulge.

"I could say the same thing about you, my Imperator." You rolled hips gently, with a whine escaping both your throats.

Satoru was easy to tame, although he wished not to be. Maybe he didn't want a tyrant's reputation to be shattered. For people to look at him as if a dog sitting obediently by your leg.

But the truth to be told, the moment you lifted your hips and moved them right above his head, when he felt the fragrance of your pussy and long, and saw the sticky ropes glued to your puffed folds – an eerie thought crossed his mind. And suddenly, the idea of being nothing but a tamed dog wasn't that bad.

"My Queen, you fucking–"

And you didn't ask. You didn’t have to.

There was no need to beg for anything, because with one strong pull, leaving marks on your hips, he brought your core right to his open mouth and stuck out his tongue.

"A-ah–"

You shivered, feeling his fingers spreading your folds. Lips wrapped around clit and tongue following right after, lapping through your pussy with a deep groan, sending bolts through your body.

"Don't even think about holding back. Sit on me fully," he groaned, and you wouldn't even think of disobeying his order. Your mass was heavy when you gripped his head with your thighs and arched slightly, lolling your head back.

He was nose deep in your cunt, slurping, ravaging and inhaling the scent of your hole, whining deeply, as your slick went down his throat, as the sweetest ambrosia served only by the gods. The goddess herself, spread on his mouth without any shame, with hands clenched tightly on a bed frame and gold bracelets on her arms quivering every time he sucked your harder.

"S-satoru, aren't you a starved jackal, hm?" You could barely chuckle while grazing the strands of his hair sticking to his forehead. He truly looked like a beast, lapping you starved, maddened, with faint groans and hips bucking up in desire to be touched.

He groaned in an answer, putting his muscular arms on your thighs to pull you down even farther. He looked almost possessed, with brows creased and mouth fully covered by your fat, without any care in this world.

And maybe you should be afraid of choking him with your mass, but how could the greatest Imperator be bothered by your goddess body, weighing less than a feather?

"My Queen, my dearest," he muttered, slurping your folds obscenely, with tongue running circles around your clit. The wet muscle went inside, licking and tasting your walls clean. The slick smeared both his mouth and face, although he looked as if there was no other place he would like to be.

"Hm?" you hummed, feeling his finger nudging at your entrance, slowly, almost painfully, gathering the slick and scooping it out, just for Satoru to take it down his throat. Then he put it back into your tightening folds, looking for the spot which would bring you – and him! – down to knees.

"I was talking to her," he bubbled, clamping one hand on your hips. "Move them for me, baby. Ride me as you wish."

He didn’t beg, but the look in his eyes was devouring you whole, so possessed and filled with crude passion. It seemed like an Imperator was truly pussydrunk!

Your hips weaved, slowly, deeply, with a clit nudging the tip of his nose and shivers running down your spine. He helped you move them, with tongue plastered to your slit, catching the dampness and soft moans that spilt right into his mouth. His hand gripped your ass. A groan spits from his throat, adding a second finger and feeling your walls fluttering, when he bends them down.

And then something snapped!

"Oh? Is it here?" He smirked slyly, a wide grin spreading on his lips when he pushed the spongy spot again. Your whole body bolted, head fell back, and eyes shut so tightly, this time you felt like bewitched. "Anything happened, my Queen? You were so full of yourself just a second ago?"

"S-shut up and make me c-cum," you hissed pitifully, almost with a cry, feeling your lower belly clenching together with your walls.

He smirked, giving you a long, filthy lick. His hand cupped you harder, moving back and forth just for your pussy to grind against his face, painting it with your stickiness. "Such a golden mouth, aren't you?"

Satoru sent you a last look, before his gaze dropped down to your sweet clit, waiting for his tongue to come back and suck on it till you'll squirt all over his face.

Maybe that was his favourite part of all of this. Not the sex alone, just the feeling of your warm core on his tongue and a taste that made his toes curl and hips buck in undeniable pleasure.

"Mmm, this is why I conquered half the world for you," he mumbled, not you, but her, glancing at your pussy with almost tears in his eyes and once again going deep inside your folds.

Your body spilt on his face, loose and relaxed, while your hips pushed against his tongue. Fingers worked you from inside, pumping your cute hole and pushing the spot every time Satoru sucked on your clit. He clenched your thighs hungrily, cupping your ass with a strength you couldn't imagine, truly worthy of the conqueror.

He guided you with a demand and patience, giving you enough power to make you think you were in control. Because, oh, baby, you were the only one he would ever drop to his knees for, without a second thought.

So while you were grinding your hips against his mouth, clenching your thighs on his head and giving him throaty moans, he slurped on your pussy, sucking and groaning right until he felt your walls clench.

"S-satoru," you whined, moving hips quickly, sloppy, with your mind clouded by obscene moans and his face drenched in your juices. "I'm cumming, S-satoru I'm–"

"Come on, baby, my Queen," he moaned under the look on your face twisted in pleasure. "You're so fucking ethereal. Come on, cum for me, hm? Give me another victory."

You stopped, with hands clenching on his hair and pulling them slightly till his eyes rolled back. One last lick, one last bend of his fingers and your pussy gushed with a nectar sweeter than honey, melting on his tongue.

You whined lowly, and your hole trembled, fluttering around nothing, when Satoru took you off his face.

"My sweet Queen," he murmured, placing you down on your back, with shaking thighs glued to your chest. Your wet body softened beneath his touch, surrounded by soothing linens and the hush of the flickering flame. He dropped his eyes, looking at your poor hole, so raw and needy, with new slick flowing down your thighs. "Seems like she needs to be filled with something else, hm?"

He took off his drenched robe, finally revealing the mountains of muscles, hanging solid on his body. Skin white as pouring milk, embedded with single droplets of sweat, tasting sweetly when you wiped one with your finger and placed it on your tongue. You purred, looking with a lost gaze on his broad shoulders and muscular arms, wide back and absolutely delicious, almost god-like hard cock, already wet with pre-cum.

"Aren't you a sight, my Imperator?"

You smirked, placing your foot on his chest, moving it slowly down, down his abs, till his feverish cock, flinching under your electric touch. Satoru furrowed his brows and parted lips slightly, following your foot till it touched his wet head. He hissed, the moment your fingers curled, squeezing his sensitive skin and smearing pre-cum all over the soft pads of your feet.

"You're killing me, my Queen," he mumbled, nevertheless letting you do whatever you wished for.

Your head tilted when a soft moan escaped his lips, as you pressed his cock to his belly. Drops of pre-cum rolled down its fat shaft, and you could only imagine yourself licking it clean, until the last ropes of his cum would land deep in your throat. He felt heavy, massive, with veins curling up around it and a hot, red head, extremely sensitive under your touch.

"Am I? Then you're quite easy to kill, my Imperator."

He shuddered, hearing this title, when your foot was stomping the symbol of his manhood. Such a cruel creature you were, truly just a cunning viper.

You knew he was going absolutely insane, with your nectary pussy just in front of him, spread widely like a feast. And with his white hair stuck to his shining forehead, dilated eyes glancing between your needy eyes and your even needier hole, he couldn’t contain a gasp that escaped his lips.

"Only by you, my dearest."

But before you could answer, he grabbed your ankle and put it right on his shoulder, kissing your calf gently, grazing your skin with his teeth.

"Ah!" you whined when the head of his cock caught on the entrance of your pussy, as she invited it with a sweet purr and drenched folds, fluttering just at the sheer thought of his huge cock ripping her raw.

Satoru bent down, shoving his tongue down your throat, till nothing but moans spilt from your cunning mouth. He moaned, licking your lower lip and pushing your tongue back, heavy, needy and whiny as the opposite of the man he usually was.

And he pushed. Slowly. Truly slowly, glueing your thighs back to your chest, and soaking his shaft in your wet pussy.

"My fucking–" His breath shuddered when you clenched around him and cried pitifully, bucking your hips to meet his pelvis. His cock was feverish, throbbing and pushing through your muscles, pinkish walls catching down on its bulging veins, crying with a delicious tear he was bestowing you with. "So tight, dear goddess."

"T-toru," you put your palms on his chest, pushing him slightly. It was too much, with his cock almost in your lungs, pumping your poor belly. His head suddenly kissed your cervix, making your mind stupidly foggy, as if blinded by the sheer heaviness of his shaft inside you. "W-wait, I–nghhh"

But Imperator could only smirk at your wretched state and brush your parted lips with his thumb before forcing it right on your wet tongue.

"Forgive me, my Queen. But don't you think I deserve this sweet treat for giving you back the throne?"

And it was enough for him to push.

Truly push, raw and deep, stretching your hole like it was your first time, dragging his thick cock through your folds with a squelch. You could feel it all the way in your tummy, with walls clamping on his cock and cervix already swollen from his furious strokes, going to the deepest corners of your pussy.

He put his whole monstrous weight on your thighs, pressed against your chest, and kissed you deeply, swallowing a mean moan that escaped your lips. "Toru–mmmm–t-too much."

You felt so fucking full that even deep breaths wouldn't help the feeling of his heavy cock sitting heavily inside your walls, and the simple, stupid, womanly desire to feel him spill right into your burning womb. He was pumping you with his girth, shuddering breaths escaping his lips when you glanced at him, lost in pleasure.

"I can hear your thoughts, baby," he mumbled, looking at your crossed eyes with a grin. He sank deep with balls hitting your ass, pace so fast and intense, you could only loll your head to the side and let him sway your body as he wished. "You want an heir, don't you? You wish to carry my baby? The most powerful child in the world? Just think of the empire he would inherit, hm?"

And you couldn't give him another answer than just a nod, so frantic and quick, he laughed deeply, pumping, pumping, pumping his cock till your slit caught around him like a glue. You moaned with a pitched voice, spreading around the walls of the chamber like the sweetest melody, making Satoru pump his hips even faster, bold, raw, to scratch with his cock the deepest parts of your pussy.

"She doesn't want me to go, hmmm," he groaned lowly, with a wet forehead sticking right to yours. "Can you hear her talking?"

His pace quickened, cock going even deeper, with your plush thighs shoved against your chest so painfully, it almost felt like a strangle. The mating press was absolutely, fucking, mean, as he pulled away just to look at your clenched thighs and reddened folds. He parted them slightly, smirking at the way your walls gripped his monstrous cock in a fever. You could only hear filthy squelching and his cruel laughter when he circled your clit with a wet pad of his finger.

"Where's your golden mouth, my Queen? What got you so quiet?"

Oh, how much pleasure he took from seeing you in such a miserable state. So weak and harmless, till the only thing he could think of was to fuck you pregnant and stuff you full of his cum. With your lips slightly parted and breasts breathing feverishly, bumping softly every time his hips met yours, shuddering under the tight clench of your pussy.

And when he thought he had finally managed to overpower you and rip your smugness away, you smiled.

Softly, slyly, like a devilish fox, a deadly jackal itself, circling on the West Bank of the Nile to devour its prey.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, tying your ankles behind his back tightly, maddeningly, almost too sure and proud of your small victory.

And a second later, he was balls deep inside your clenching walls, hugging his cock with their plush muscles. The only thing Satoru could do was to tremble weakly, looking straight at your lips twisted in a smirk.

"You're so easy, my Imperator. A single clench and you're down."

But he moved away, somehow, straightening his back and lifting your wrapped legs together with him. His strong hands gripped your hips, and when you thought he would change your positions and let you ride him, he also smiled.

He had a different plan.

And the moment he clutched your hips tighter, pushing fingers into your skin till left with purplish kisses, you knew that the next push would be so cruel, even your clenched muscles wouldn't be able to stop his cock from moving further, ripping your pussy raw.

"You're the only one who can tame me, my Queen," he said, bucking his hips once, like a madman, gripping your ass with his wide hands, to stuff you right on his cock. Your back arched deliciously, and your feet curled, when a long strip was licked against your neck. "But this fucking grip, I'll give you points for that. Making me fucking feral with this sweet pussy."

He hissed, driving his girth right against one spot. You were fucked by a true monster, with a belly swelling from his sheer size and clit rolled viciously between his fingers.

"Mhmmm–Satoru, my–mhmmm," you cried, nails going down his back, painting it long, red scratches. "I'm g-going to–"

The whine escaped his throat when your sensitive walls gripped his length. He bent down, pinching your chin with his fingers, only to look at you, absolutely gone, with tenderness and lust that filled his mind.

 He felt almost blinded by the sheer beauty of your crying eyes and puffed lips. Breasts bouncing deliciously with every push, and the feeling of soaking his cock in your sticky cum, leaving his shaft drenched.

How proud he was to have such a woman under him. To feel her feverish body hugging his and tongue dancing on his lips, before he deepened the kiss, groaning softly, trembling under your touch.

He knew you were close when your lower belly started to clench, and hole fluttered around his cock, thigher and thigher, keeping him almost in a lock.

"Come on, baby. Give it to me. Aren't you my whore queen, hm? This pussy glued to my cock so hard, waiting to put my heir inside."

You felt his fingers once again pinching your clit, till your body shuddered with pleasure, bucking hips to meet his halfway. His muscular body strangled you with its sheer mass, nose hidden deep in your neck and palms pushed against the back of your thighs.

"Aren't you my pretty Queen? Come on," he guided you right through it, with the sweetest and meanest whorish praises leaving his trembling lips. "Cum on my cock like a good slut you are. That's the pussy I conquered the world for, baby. The least you can give me is a ton of fucking heirs."

Your cunt was aching, pulsing, every corner kissed by his cock in such a disgustingly pleasant way, it sent shivers down your spine and made your belly clench.

"C-come on–ugh." He finally gave up, pistoning his hips like a beast, gasping and fucking you with bruises on your hips, pushing your thighs in the meanest mating press he could be capable of.

"T-toru, I'm–"

But you didn't finish.

Just whined right into his ear, clenched and shuddered, with tears rolling down your cheeks. A knot in your belly finally untied as your pussy drowned him with another wave of squirt, dripping down his aching cock and the sheets.

"O-oh fuck, my Queen, you p-pussy's–" he continued his feverish strokes, with a sweat glistening on his temple and eyes far gone.

His lips grazed your ear, and muscles shuddered, before he finally burst, with thick cum filling your womb. So deliciously, you could almost swear he grew by size, nuzzling warmly against your walls, with his head kissing your womb and pumping it full of cum.

"S-satoru–" you shivered, feeling the flame coiling in your belly, and his strong fingers pushing your skin just over the tip of his cock bulging through your skin.

"The fucking chokehold you have on me. Do you feel it? My cum is going that deep, my sweet girl."

Your thighs trembled as he groaned in pleasure, pushing your belly and lolling his head back. And when you could feel his cum gushing out your puckered hole, with his cock not softening even for a moment, you cried softly, bringing his eyes back to you.

His fingers took the white ropes that slid down your skin and pushed them back inside with a low groan. Oh, how ruthless he was, absolutely thrilled by your desperate, dishevelled look and eyes crying for more.

So before you could protest, he threw your legs over his arms, kissing your soft calves gently. A sly smile grazed his lips, when he rutted slowly, barely, sliding his cock down your juices and his slick cum.

"Egypt's not enough, just ask me for a whole world, my Queen."

Let's leave Ancient Egypt for a while and go to Hades! Choso next ;p

He seemed too lawful to betray his sort. Too calm, always complying with authority and regulations that each and every other God broke.

But not him.

Thus, when the fire was stolen and pushed into the hands of humans – Zeus almost ripped him apart.

He couldn't punish mankind, not truly, for they did nothing wrong. None of them was responsible for their foolish creator, whose dreams travelled beyond the secure borders of the Gods' wishes.

Zeus, however, ordered to create Pandora. The first mortal woman, who sent sicknesses and plagues down the mortal world. If humans possessed the life-giving fire, then they also needed to learn a wretched feeling of suffering.

As for Prometheus!Hiromi's punishment, it was particularly cruel – a half-naked body tied to a stake of Mount Caucasus, where an eagle fed upon his ever-regenerating liver. The winds howled mercilessly around the cold stones, carrying the scent of moss, bending under his back, and something far more bitter. A wrath of Zeus who looked down at his bleeding body with a smile, as if amused by how truly lawful the Titan had been.

"Kill mankind, take away the fire," he whispered, looking at Hiromi's stony face. "And I shall lift your punishment."

But Prometheus!Hiromi simply couldn't, as his honour and morality have forbidden him from treating humans as foolish, bleak creatures. He was their father, after all, so what parent wouldn't wish for their children to grow.

Days bled into nights, and nights into something shapeless. Time itself seemed to lose meaning under the glimmer of a thousand stars, with the coldness biting his massive body.

Chains dug into his skin, gnawing deeper each time his arms shifted beneath the iron. There was little to no strength left in it. Blood on his skin dried and returned and dried again, with eagle's feasting always accompanied by Higuruma's tears and prayers.

But he endured – for the suffering was nothing compared to the humanity that was slowly evolving under the power of flame.

And then, on one evening, somewhere in front of him, between the dense trees covering a stony wall he was chained to, a light had appeared.

A gentle glimmer, or rather a faint mist, before dividing into two and then into three separate flames.

Lanterns.

His weak, dark eyes looked at it with fondness, for Zeus had strictly prohibited any sort of flame being gifted to the condemned Titan.

Gentle sound of footsteps followed, and soon, like a dream, a woman pushed through the curling branches. With long, dark robes brushing the earth and veil covering a part of her head.

Hecate.

You, a Goddess of Magic, Night and Moon. Of spectral creatures and necromancy, with one hand holding three little green-flamed lanterns and the other gripping the key.

The mist rose under your feet as you moved towards the Titan slowly. Without a hurry, as neither you nor he – especially he – had any other place to be at.

Something warm glimmered behind your eyes, and Hiromi first mistook it for pity. An uncomfortable feeling he has already become accustomed to, with other Gods and Goddesses sighing deeply whenever an eagle came back again, and the dense forest muffled the Titan's groans.

But no, your gaze carried something else. Something much warmer, as if haunted by a bit of loneliness, you noticed in his sorrowful eyes.

"You should not be here," he whispered, with a voice still carying a certain authority.

After all, for so many decades, he remained a God of Mankind.

The green flame of the lanterns swirlled under the harsh air spreading around his figure.

Your gaze traced the ruin of him without flinching – the torn skin, flesh slowly closing up, the dried blood, the way his body struggled to remain whole against a punishment designed to deny him even that mercy.

"The crossroads are quiet tonight," slipped faintly, before you placed warm flames next to his body. "I thought I'd see what's beyond them."

His straight eyebrows furrowed as he saw your misty figure sit down on plush grass. The glow of lanterns danced upon your cheeks, smooching soft skin with an eerie light.

"Then you've taken the wrong turn, my Goddess," he murmured, as if trying to joke.

But it was a difficult task with his flesh torn open.

"I never take wrong turns. I'm a Goddess of Crossroads, remember?" Your fingers brushed the evening grass, eyes never left his. "I just thought that..."

"Whatever that is, my Goddess, I believe you should go," Hiromi whispered with a pulsing head. Pain spread all over his body, and something in his chest weighted like a stone.

The thought of a woman like you seeing him in such a pathetic state was truly unbearable.

You smiled, with a warmth beaming from your eyes. So kind, he thought, so gentle.

"I just thought maybe you needed a company?"

A foolish thought, truly, but as a Goddess who spent most of her time hidden in the depths of Hades, you knew the wretched feeling of loneliness.

A spectre divinity like you, no one truly noticed. Cold and misty, with black robes always following your looming body and a trace of magic sticking to your fingertips.

Days in the Underworld mixed with nights, for there was no sun, no warmth, and no lifeliness that you always unconsciously leaned towards.

Thus, when the news of the chained God of Forefought and Fire reached your ears, something warm coiling under your shiver-coated skin told you to go.

And see him – the giver of life.

The warmest man Olympus has birthed.

Even in such a state, he still looked like a God. With a massive body hanging off the mountain's wall and droplets of sweat carving trails between his bulging muscles.

He was meant to never feel the fire again, but how could it be if he embodied the flame itself? With warmth bursting from his skin, you wished to touch with your freezing hand.

"My Goddess, I do not need your company. You should leave before Zeus punishes you too." His word contradicted the feeling of loneliness coiling behind his woody eyes.

You smiled softly, covering your head with a misty veil more tightly. "He can't see through my magic. From up there, it seems as if you're talking to yourself," you giggled.

"So I look like a madman?" his voice was warm and lined with an amusement.

Your head tilted, with jolly flames dancing behind your eyes. "Aren't you? In the eyes of Gods, you do look like a madman."

A soft silence stretched between your bodies, and Hiromi's forehead furrowed. You've noticed his bleeding wrists wrapped with iron chains and dried blood marking his back.

"Do you think of me as a madman?" slipped like a whisper, but you caught it quickly enough.

"No, never. I couldn't. I think..." your eyes fell down the grass, feeling the plush strands move between your fingers. "I think what you did was brave. And kind. To let the humans grow and become liberated."

His dark eyes followed your truthful cheeks, and a sorrowful smile curved his lips. "I thought so too. It was my obligation to give those clay creatures a life they deserved. Unfortunately, not everyone could agree."

After that evening, you stayed. And Prometheus!Hiromi learned how to cherish every second spent in your company.

At first, he thought your visit was a one-time thing. Just something to feed the curiosity about a foolish God who decided to stand against Zeus.

But then the next evening came, and you slipped from between the curling branches again.

And again, again, till your misty figure haunted him during the days and coiled senses in the nights, with the same, warm eyes always meeting his.

There were only so many things you could talk about while the moon hung high in the sky. When the first kisses of the rising sun touched the earth, you always bid him a soft farewell and went back down to the underworld.

After a while, with a thin thread slowly binding your lonely hearts, you started to touch each other. Or rather, you touched him, with kind hands cleaning his wounds and snippets of magic helping his body regenerate.

The eagle was eating tearing his skin during the day, and you repaired it every evening. Although he could regenerate, your cold touch on his muscles felt more sacred than any prayer sent his way by the believers.

He cherished every second of your fingers brushing his back and chest and sometimes even the curve of his nose, when the air between you two felt heavier than usual.

Sometimes your hands would trace towards his, brushing the iron shackles hugging his wrists. A though has always coiled in your mind – a treacherous one – of using your magic to free him.

To hide God somewhere in the depths of the Underworld and always keep him for yourself.

But whenever your eyes wrapped around the lock and the key sitting between your breasts vibrated, Higuruma could only bitterly smile.

"Don't do it, my Goddess."

You would look into his eyes – dark, filled with warmth – and lift a hand to caress his cheek. "I could hide you."

His lips would curve softly. In love. "I know, but that wouldn't be proper."

"Your punishment is not proper," would slip in a whisper, for there was a chance that Zeus was watching.

Something in his heart would tug at the sight of your saddened face, and he wished, oh gods he wished so much, to pull you into his arms.

To feel your skin under his fingers, warm up your body, always wrapped tightly in dark robes. He wished to pepper kisses on your sweet cheeks, corners of eyes, and bow of lips.

The impossibility of touching you made him spiral into the maddest corners of his mind.

As after months of you visiting him every day, Prometheus!Hiromi has thought that he could go over this punishment over and over again, if it meant feeling your cold touch on his skin every single night.

Yet he could do nothing but cherish the sweet gloominess of your face haunting his dreams and try to carve the taste of your lips into his mind.

Always so soft, so cold, leaving his feverish body in dire need of more. With your hands curling behind his neck, fingers tugging gently on raven hair and lips caressing his with a long, craving kiss.

When the sun sizzled his bleeding body, and an eagle could be heard over the horizon, Hiromi could think of nothing but your sweet giggle he would soon hear after the dusk.

And that's how you lived for the next thousand years.

You, without knowing the texture of his fingers on your skin.

Him, treasuring the sweet chill of your lips.

A deep affection coiled behind his eyes whenever you caught his gaze. Love worth to be written down in chronicles, but the one no one would ever know of, as you always came to him hidden under the starry nights. With a misty veil concealing your figure, so no God nor mortal could see those little moments of your forbidden love.

For Hiromi was banned from ever touching the flame, and yet, his heart burned fiercely for his dear, spectral Goddess.

And then, one day, a man came.

Tall and divine, with muscles climbing up his back and blond hair catching the sun.

Heracles, his name was, and he killed the eagle that haunted Prometheus!Hiromi with his bare hands. He ripped apart the iron shackles that wrapped God's hands, ending the thousands of years of his suffering within a second.

"I have labours to do, one of them was to release you," he said after Hiromi asked him for a reason. "Don't worry, I'm Zeus's bastard son. He won't do anything."

The Titan looked down on his fingers, wrists, skin marked with calloused bumps and bruises that formed under the weight of shackles.

"Do you have a place to go to?" Heracles asked, and Hiromi nodded.

As now, after a thousand years of yearning, he could finally go home.

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"M-My God! Wait a minute–" you gasped, feeling Hiromi's tongue between your folds.

He was so gentle, sweet, sucking on your clit with low whimpers and wrapping your thighs tightly around his head.

When you saw him down here, in Hades, standing right outside your temple – your heart jumped. For a mere second, you thought he had truly died and come down to the Underworld as a lost soul.

But no, he was alive and vivid, with muscular arms wrapped around your thighs and a warm tongue lapping between your creamy folds like a starved beast.

"I can't, my Goddess just let me devour you," he moaned, bumping his curved nose against your clit. "Thousand years, fuck, I couldn't touch you for a thousand years."

That's why, before you could say a word, ask why he's down here, his lips crashed against yours. In a long, yearning kiss, with arms immediately pulling you closer to his burning chest.

It was the first time you've felt him so firmly, with lips and fingers and clothed hardness brushing against your covered skin till sudden warmth hit your cheeks.

Your usually cold body burned, feeling his big hands slipping under your thighs to lift you up. He walked into your temple, with lips not leaving yours even for a second.

"My Goddess, my Goddess," he murmured as if possessed, tasting the sweetness of your moans.

A second later, your back hit something cold and hard.

Your altar.

And that's how you found yourself here – with black robes long gone and thighs wrapped around his head.

Long fingers worked you open, with one more calloused than the other, till three of them spread your tight ring of muscles. Creamy cum dripped down the marble altar, and he quickly licked the surface clean.

"Stop, my God, that's filthy!"

But Hiromi thought that nothing your body made could ever be filthy.

His lips went back to your pussy, sucking gently on the puffy clit. "My Goddess, in thousands of years of my life, I have never tasted anything better."

Your feet curled when his fingers hit the plush spot inside your cunt. Long digits scratched every corner of your warmth, trying to stretch the drenched, clamping muscles.

Oh, he simply couldn't wait to feel you on his cock.

"Do you like it here? Is it good?" he whispered, brushing the spot again.

And again, again, again, till your hips started rolling against his plastered tongue and bumped nose, chasing the pleasure slowly building up in your belly.

He fested on your wet cunt like an animal, slurping, drinking, murmuring sweet little nothings, with cheeks and chin and nose absolutely drenched in your sweetness.

A man possessed, truly.

But how could you blame him if for the past thousand years his fingers burned in need of caressing your skin?

"My G-God, I'm going to–mhm–let me cum on you," slipped like a dream, and he almost came on the spot.

Weary eyes looked up from between your thighs. "You want to cum on my cock, dearest Goddess?" and when you nodded, he groaned. Big palms spread your thighs even wider, glueing them to your chest. "So pretty, beautiful, my sweet Goddess, I'm never leaving your side again."

His fingers burned your skin most deliciously – digging deep into the plush of your thighs, coating it with warm trails. The air in the Underworld was biting cold, but you could feel none of it with him by your side.

His muscular body radiated heat like a sun, and you started to feel rather feverish. Although you weren't quite sure whether it was for his touch or the sight of his massive cock that slapped against your wet pussy.

Heavy and throbbing, with a reddened head already leaking with precum and leaving traces on your lower belly.

He bent down, catching your lips into another kiss, haunted by passion. With tongue licking your lower lip and warm breaths mixing together.

A pitched moan escaped from your tightened throat, feeling the head of his cock catching on your fluttering hole. He swallowed your cry, before silencing next sob with deep kisses. The traces of your juices still coated his lips, and you could taste the sweetness of your cunt.

He was desperate, but you were no better – with hips rolling against his and cunt trying to swallow his cock in. Your walls clamped around his girth, moulding obediently under each popping vein. Sticky cum helped him push deeper, with hips thrusting gently just to feel you thoroughly.

Hiromi didn't wish to miss anything; he wanted to feel it all. Every squeeze of your walls, every cry slipping through your lips, every scratch of your nails on his back, every smooch of his tip to your cervix.

He moved oh so gently, but mean at the same time, with deep thrusts spilling pleasure all over your spine and pushing nasty, slurpy cries from the depths of your lungs.

"My Goddess, fuck, I dreamed about it for so long, too long," he groaned, placing a hand on your cheeks. Big palm caressed you softly, before his thumb pressed your lower lip. "Tell me you love it. Say it feels good. My Goddess, my dearest–ah!"

You nodded, with your mind clouded by pleasure and his girthy cock sliding gently through your cunt. He moved in the most ficious way – always pulling out till nothing but the tip sat warmly inside your hole, before slowly, slowly, thrusting back in and smooching your cervix.

"So good–ahhh–my God p-please faster, please–"

But he only shushed you, before licking sweetly the sweat coiling on your temple. "Let me feel you dearest, j-just let me feel your pretty cunt stretching around me."

His hips met yours with each push, fingers dug deeper into your thighs every time you squeezed around his cock. He was massive, blocking the faint gleam of candles with his back and looming over your trembling figure like a monster. A Titan.

You thought he looked magnificent, but he... oh.

Hiromi thought that he could repeat the last century of suffering if it meant seeing you again like that.

With parted lips and slightly glossy eyes. Hairs sticking to your frowned forehead and cheeks warmed by the fire radiating from his body. Nothing but little lanterns lit the marble walls of your temple, but he saw you more vividly than ever.

One of his hands slipped up to your breasts, pinching the perked nipple with gentleness. Your body jerked, and another sweet moan filled the quiet temple.

"My God–mhm–I'm going to, I'm–ah!" your breath hitched, when you felt his tongue plastered to your nipple.

His thumb slid down, landing right on your pulsing clit and pressing it gently, as if he held the most delicate of flowers.

"Cum for me, my Goddess. Please, let me feel you," he muttered, sending little vibrations through your chest. A string of saliva connected his lips to your breasts, before he moved to the next bud – sucking, licking, kissing it carefully, but nevertheless bringing you the mind–clouding pleasure. "Beautiful, my beautiful Goddess, fuck, I can't believe you're actually here."

Here, wrigling under his body like a sweet nymph and rolling hips against his. His thrusts became faster, a bit more erratic, but still keeping the brutal depth that made your toes curl.

The head of his cock kissed your cervix, and now, with a sweat coiling on his forehead, he became even more maddened. Warm eyes stayed glued to your cheeks, as if trying to remember every moan slipping past your lips and every frown of your brows. His thumb rolled your clit faster, sending little electric bolts through your belly, till the knot you withheld for such a long time started untying.

You both needed just a single, shared look and whispered I love you, before a wave of pleasure washed over your bodies.

You came, with tears dancing in the corners of your eyes and juices bursting all over Hiromi's stomach. With gluey cum sticking to his dark pubes and walls pulsing around his cock, as he burst with a loud groan.

His cock nestled deep inside your pussy, filling it with ropes and ropes of cum, till you felt it moving inside your womb. He pumped you madly, keeping hips close to yours and devouring your fallen lips.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, my Goddess, fuck, I love you so much," he mumbled under his breath, still pinching your sensitive clit. "I'm not leaving you, never again."

You chuckled, tracing with a finger the curve of his nose. "Even if it means living here, in the coldness of Underworld?"

He looked into your eyes – deep, madly in love, with your cold body finally wrapped in his arms and sweet giggle bouncing off the dark walls of your temple.

It was dimmed and biting frost and grey, but the God of Fire did not care. "I shall never see a sun again, if it means staying by your side."

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