Dolly

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.

☾𖤓 ☾𖤓

"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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