#apollo ror

Poseidon, who has the sweetest smile that he gives to legitimately no one. Once in a millennia he'll share it. Although, when he finds himself giving you a treat, with his face down your legs and licking at the lips between your legs... He can say some of sweetest comments. Good for you, being able to calm the ocean, although its actually a little scary seeing him like this.

"mmm... My love..." His voice is deep and muffled, treating you well as you lay back with his legs gripping your propped up legs. "Keep still... This is good..."

Degrade

He's so much better at being mean. That's straight facts. He'll have you manhandled and thrown around his fingers, moving you how and where he wants. He'll decide what you're allowed to wear and do.

Poseidon, who'll flat out tell you to shut up and pull at your hair, telling you to cum when he's satisfied. Good luck with that, he's rarely satisfied, but he'll make an exception for you, it's not like he lets just anyone sleep with him.

"Quiet." His words are sharp as you feel him pounding into you from behind with tears falling down your eyes as he pulls back on your hair, "Filth like you doesn't deserve to cry." He'll put you in your place and get you down whining like a dog.

His preference: Degrade

Hades

Praise

Hades, who often has some words of admiration for you. Whenever he walks into the same room as you, he likes to give you a compliment or two with a kiss to the forehead or lips.

He's always whispering in your ears, with his hips moving slowly, how good you're taking him. He'll start to mutter out some other things, how happy he is and how his dream is to have a small family with you. He's helping you throughout, making sure you're not uncomfortable.

"You're doing so well, dear.. taking me... I promise, just a little while longer.." His voice is warm against your ear, as he begins to kiss your neck with a slow press of his lips. Just a little while longer, he said... Although, he didn't last long before he needed to go another round, creampieing you.

Degrade

Hades, whose never mean with you... that was his original philosophy. Although, every once in a while, someone will act out of line— bratty, and he'll put them in their place. He'll fix your attitude, just leave it to him.

He's got you thrown over his thigh. Yelling and begging to be treated better than... This! He's talking to you like a child, treating you like one. He's ignoring your words and hissy fit, continuing to do his work.

"Quiet, dear. I asked you to cooperate.." He's got an arm over your waist as you lay over his lap, his other hand continuing to write out the papers on his desk. "I'll talk to you when you calm down." Well, his terms of being mean are making you surrender and calm down. If it doesn't get any better by an hour than he's making you face a wall next. He's not feeding into your yelling unless you tell him what's wrong so he can solve it properly without having to feel like he's fighting you without reason. There's no good treatment from being mad. he'll straighten you

His preference: Praise (don't even try to get him to degrade you)

Leonidas

Praise

Its not common to hear him say many nice things, even to his own Spartans. He's the type of guy to say nothing at all or put someone in their place for their bullshit. Although, every once in a while he can be occasionally nice; if his book had a good ending and the Spartan cheese was on top.

Leonidas, when he has some things to say, you better take it to your grave! He doesn't share nice words for just anyone, you gotta earn it. When you prove to him how much you deserve his praise, than he'll reward you.

"Good girl... Taking my cock so well.. Perfect for the Spartan King." He smoking up some words for you after he had his cock down your throat, looking down at your face covered in his cum. "Careful. Don't start dropping any of it. I don't want to feel disappointed.. You've been doing so good."

Degrade

Leonidas, whose all about trust and not surrendering to anyone: that's just as equal to you. He'll make sure to treat you well, but don't forget whose dominant in this relationship. He can easily let you take the lead, but if he notices you've been trying to lose interest and pull away from him... Oh. Oh! He's not having it, abuslotely will put you in your place about your bullshit.

Leonidas, who'll practically put you in positions of exercise; working and proving that you've been training. Your legs around him waist, shaking with your toes curled. He's got your arms held in one of his own, above your head. You're forced the smell the cigarette he blows in your face, making you cough up.

"oh, shut it.." He's talking, with his free hand moving to your collarbone and neck slowly, but not grabbing at you... His touch is enough to warn you, giving a sign to keep going and not disappoint. "You've been getting lazy... I can't have that.. Now put your legs on my shoulders and I'll show you the real tricks up my sleeves."

His preference: secretly praise

Buddha

Praise

Buddha, who will praise you through simple teasing. He'll poke at your side and jab at little things you do, but talks about it positively. Its confusing on whether he's trying to make you annoyed or blush, either way your face is turning out red.

Buddha, who will hold you against his body with his hands slowly moving down until he's able to get one of his hands down your panties to touch you. He'll lick up the sticky nectar, you made, off his fingers with such a satisfied voice.

"Oh, you taste so good .. who knew I could get you so riled up, like this.." His words are abuslotely messing with your head, all while he seems to look bored. No, no, no he's finding this so fun and amusing, hoping he can do this again in the future.

Degrade

He finds it abuslotely childish to talk down on others. Why should he decide on anyone's happiness? He doesn't. No, he will not degrade you... Well, unless you ask, nicely. If it makes you happy, he'll question it but definitely do it.

He's biting and spitting on your body, hearing you practically gag at how disgusting it was. Too bad, this was what you asked for.

"Stay still." he's grabbing your legs and pulling you back to him before you would even try to crawl away from his tongue down your pussy. A sudden bite came to your leg as he began to slap your pussy, making you weak and wet. "I told you to stop moving, but nooooO, you want to make it difficult. Well than, act like that. I don't care, but I'm going to enjoy myself before you ever get a chance to finish."

His preference: Praise

Apollo

Praise

Apollo, who knows he gets enough praise and admiration from all the other gods, nymphs, servants and so many other species; That's why when he gets a chance to say anything good about you, it's instantly charming your heart and making you melt. He's got a special place to share the praise with you.

Apollo, who knows how to make you smile so quickly with just a few pet names or whispers along your ear... As much as you want to hide it and play off angry, he knows he's got you playing around his fingers.

His favorite things to do when your intimate is move up your body, with his lips kissing different parts as he's whispering different things he likes about you: One slow kiss to your hip, "Oh, those eyes... They know how to charm me.." One kiss to your belly, "... Your little attitude you get with me.." Another one between your cleavage. "How much you do for me... Always so helpful.."

Degrade

Its not often when he's starting to throw some mean words around you. He prefers to tell you how much he appreciates you.. Although, every once in awhile, you guys will get into a little playful fighting and he's got you thrown around his fingers in a different way

Apollo, who has words of poetry and can turn the tables so fast with how mean he is, when he wants to be. Its so easy to forget how easily he can manipulate your mind, keep you wanting more from him and begging for his hands to touch you after how mean you've been to him.

"Oh, now you want something from me? This is coming from the same person who pushed me away... All I did was call you cute for dressing up for me... Couldn't handle it, are you sure you can handle this?" He's pushing your limits while he's got his fingers touching your g-spot, pumping into your pussy as your words become slurred, whining for his dick down you instead. "I thought you told me to leave you alone~? How ugly you've become... I'm not sure I want to clean that mouth of yours just yet, though."

His preference: Praise

Loki

Praise

Loki, whose terms of praise is endless fun and teasing, laughing at stuff he makes up on the spot just so you can smile at his dumb crap. Its so easy for him to make something small and boring seem funnier.

He'll have you sitting on his lap or face, having you move your hips as he satisfies both you of guys. A few pinches to your sides to keep going but it's fine... He just needs to be quicker so he can show you a new and different prank he wants to do.

"..mm~ Right there.." He reminds you, noticing how you're trying to get lazy on him. "No, no. Don't stop, keep going, you're doing good .. I'll reward you afterwards if you finish quickly ~!"

Degrade

Its not very different here, except instead of trying to make you laugh, it's more towards making himself giggle as he's got you crying. He can be very sadistic. Poking at things that bother you, and make them much worse. Honestly, to him it's easy to get you where it hurts and extract it.

Loki, who'll have you in positions that's making your body ache, all so he can pleasure himself and his twisted mind. He's giggling and telling you to just take it; after all, you've made it this far with him, why not test the limits?

"oh, cmon~" He's cooing at you with a smile that's not easy to look at. Continuing to pinch your already aching nipples while you lay there in pain. ".. it'll be easier if you hurry this up... Now, let me see that smile~! That's my good little whore.." He's got you moving like a contortionist.

His preference: Both

Aphrodite

Praise

Aphrodite, who abuslotely adores you, and is often finding you charming. She'll say the sweetest things, that can seem to have two meanings to them. Nonetheless, she proves through her words that she finds you absolutely gorgeous.

You both can be foolish around together and teasing, as long as your putting in effort to keep her feeling good, than she'll give the same equal treatment.

"oh, my~" She's watching her fingers slip against your lips intimately, the way your body falls at a small touch. She's abuslotely intrigued and amused, noticing the way you become weak to your knees for her. "Darling, your abuslotely wet. I'm flattered... I hope you're not planning to cum already .." She's giggling, finding your movements cute.

Degrade

You'd have to ask her to badmouth you, because getting her angry or disappointed is very different. She'd literally throw her hands at someone if she was pissed off... Nonetheless, she found your request funny. Endearing. At first, she just laughed it off and you took that as a no...

Although, next thing you know, she's crawling on your body and eating your pussy, all while commanding and spitting at you; mocking your request.

"..how disgusting of you... I thought you were better than this.. than you go and request that..." She's starting to manipulate your mind, her eyes sharp and difficult to look at as she bites at your thighs, a little harder than you thought she would. "... You're no better than the humans who trash on the world... I give you so much praise and you ask me to badmouth and step on you..? Maybe that's what you deserve." She becomes a very different woman. Are you sure you want her to do this again?

in the shimmering veil of eternal twilight that draped the divine realms, apollo, the god of light, prowled with a hunger that no amount of celestial glory could sate.

his silky hair cascaded like molten sunbeams, framing a face sculpted by arrogance and desire.

he was the epitome of divine perfection—cocky, radiant, untouchable.

yet beneath that flawless exterior burned an obsession that gnawed at him relentlessly.

you, the enigmatic goddess who had captured his every thought, were the one being who remained utterly indifferent to his charms. your disinterest only fueled his fixation, turning it into a feverish blaze that consumed him from within.

he had followed you here, to this secluded river hidden among the mist-shrouded groves of the upper heavens. the water sparkled like liquid diamonds under the faint glow of distant stars, fed by sacred springs that whispered secrets to the wind.

apollo concealed himself behind a cluster of luminous willows, their leaves shimmering with ethereal light. his heart, usually steady as the sun's path, pounded with anticipation.

he shouldn't be here, spying like some mortal thief, but the pull was irresistible. you were bathing, unaware, and the mere thought of witnessing your vulnerability made his skin prickle with heat.

the air was crisp, carrying the faint chill of the river's embrace. you stepped into the shallows first, your bare feet sinking into the pebbled bed.

water lapped at your ankles, then your calves, as you waded deeper.

apollo's breath hitched, his eyes locked on the graceful sway of your hips. you were a vision of otherworldly beauty—curves that rivaled the moon's gentle swells, skin glowing with an inner luminescence that rivaled his own light.

your hair, long and silken, tumbled down your back like a cascade of silk, untouched by anything unpleasant.

as the water rose to your waist, you dipped your hands in, splashing playfully. a soft laugh escaped your lips, light and melodic, like chimes in a summer breeze.

that sound—it pierced apollo straight through the chest, stirring something primal and desperate within him.

he gripped the willow trunk tighter, his knuckles whitening.

why did you have to laugh like that?

so carefree, so utterly unaware of the torment you inflicted on him. his cock twitched in his robes, already half-hard from the mere sight of you.

you moved further in, the current swirling around your thighs. with a sigh of contentment, you submerged yourself up to your shoulders, letting the cold water cascade over your head. droplets clung to your lashes as you emerged, shaking out your hair.

strands plastered to your bare chest, dark and wet, framing the swell of your breasts. apollo's gaze darkened, his pulse thundering in his ears.

there they were—your nipples, pert and hardened by the chill, peaking like forbidden jewels under the water's surface. they stood erect, begging for attention he could only dream of giving.

he imagined his mouth on them, tongue flicking over the tight buds, sucking until you gasped, until that indifference cracked and you begged for more.

his hand drifted lower, pressing against the growing bulge in his attire. the fabric strained against his arousal, his massive cock throbbing with need.

you turned slightly, arching your back as you rinsed your arms, and apollo swallowed hard.

the way the water trailed down your collarbone, over the curve of your breasts, made his mouth water.

he pictured himself there, stepping into the river, pulling you against him. his hands would cup those full mounds, thumbs circling your stiffened nipples, pinching just hard enough to draw a moan from your lips.

you'd resist at first—always so uninterested, so cool—but he'd break through, his light flooding your senses until you melted into him.

your laughter rang out again, this time as you splashed water at a cluster of glowing fish darting near the surface. the sound was intoxicating, wrapping around apollo like silken chains.

he couldn't take it anymore. the sight of you—bare, glistening, those pretty little peaks begging to be touched—pushed him over the edge.

with a shuddering breath, he teleported away in a flash of golden light, reappearing in the opulent sanctuary of his private chambers.

his domain was a palace of sun-kissed marble and velvet drapes, bathed in the perpetual warmth of his own radiance.

but now, it felt stifling, the air thick with his pent-up lust.

apollo collapsed onto his grand bed, the silken sheets rumpling beneath him. his robes fell away with a thought, leaving him exposed, his body a masterpiece of divine musculature—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and between his thighs, his enormous cock standing rigid and veined, the head already glistening with precum.

he wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, groaning at the contact. it was massive, pulsing hotly in his grip, far too big for mortal hands, but his own sufficed for now.

eyes fluttering shut, he let the fantasies consume him. you were there, in his mind's eye, still in the river, but now he was with you.

he stroked slowly at first, base to tip, imagining your wet body pressed against his. "mngh...[name]..." he whimpered, voice breaking into a pathetic whine. his hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the illusion.

in his fantasy, he pulled you from the water, your skin chilled and slick.

you'd shiver as he laid you on the riverbank, his mouth descending on those hardened nipples. he sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, while his free hand— the one not stroking his cock—slid between your thighs.

you'd be soaked, not just from the river, but from desire he forced upon you. his fingers would part your folds, dipping into your tight pussy, feeling you clench around him.

apollo moaned louder, his strokes quickening, fist pumping his length with desperate urgency.

"fuck, you're so perfect," he gasped, hazy grin spreading across his lips. his other hand fondled his heavy balls, rolling them as he pictured burying his face between your legs. tongue lashing at your clit, lapping up your juices while you threaded fingers through hishair, pulling him closer despite yourself.

he'd eat you out relentlessly, until your laughter turned to cries, your body arching off the ground. the thought made his cock leak more, slicking his palm as he jerked faster.

he flipped onto his stomach in the fantasy, positioning you on all fours. apollo's breath came in ragged pants now, his massive cock sliding through his tight fist, veins bulging.

he imagined mounting you from behind, gripping your hips, slamming his thick length into your dripping cunt.

you'd gasp at the stretch, so full, so overwhelmed by his size. he'd thrust deep, balls slapping against your ass, grunting with each powerful drive. "take it, my goddess," he'd growl, but in reality, it came out as a whimper, his body trembling on the bed.

the obsession twisted his pleasure into something raw, humiliating.

he was apollo, the cocky sun god, reduced to this—panting and moaning like a lovesick fool over a woman who barely acknowledged him.

yet it only heightened the ecstasy. he envisioned flipping you over, pinning your wrists above your head, pounding into you.

your breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust, nipples still peaked and red from his earlier attentions. he'd kiss you then, claiming your mouth as fiercely as he claimed your body, swallowing your moans.

his strokes grew erratic, hand blurring over his shaft. precum dripped steadily, pooling on the sheets. in the haze, he saw you riding him, your wet hair clinging to your chest, swaying as you ground down on his cock.

you'd finally look at him with heat in your eyes, no more disinterest, just pure need.

he'd grip your ass, guiding you faster, feeling your pussy flutter around him. "cum for me,". he'd beg in the dream, and you would, walls milking him until he exploded inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

reality crashed back as his orgasm built, coiling tight in his core. apollo's moans turned high and pathetic, whimpers spilling from his lips as he chased release. "please… you… fuck, i need you…"

his hazy grin widened, eyes squeezed shut, lost in the vision of your body writhing beneath him. with a final, shuddering stroke, he came undone. ropes of thick cum shot from his cock, splattering across his abs and chest, his body convulsing with the force of it. he milked every drop, hand slowing to gentle squeezes, riding out the waves of bliss.

panting, apollo lay there, spent and sticky, the grin fading into a sated smile. but even in afterglow, the obsession lingered.

you'd laughed by the river, indifferent as ever, while he unraveled in secret.

tomorrow, he'd find a way to draw you closer—charm, persistence, whatever it took. for now, the fantasy sustained him, a light in the darkness of unrequited desire.

𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖬 𝖣𝖱𝖠𝖥𝖳!! 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗆?? 𝖽𝗈 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍...

𝖨 𝖩𝖴𝖲𝖳 𝖧𝖠𝖣 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗁𝗁, 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝗈! 𝗁𝖾𝗁...𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌...

𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾! 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗉𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾!

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