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ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴅᴇᴇʀ - ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ

a/n: showing my love for my favorite Greek God of all time, Hermes<3 this is a multichapter fanfic.

trigger warnings: animal hunting so animal death. Religious themes and practices

synopsis: You never thought helping out a lost hobo would end up with you in the loving embrace of a god.

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disclaimer: hermes is based on his BOZ, EPIC, and canon mythology. I don't really know how ancient greece actually was or how hunting works so take this with a grain of salt! It is just fanfiction :)

You come from a village that has been long-term worshippers of the goddess, Artemis. Each year, the village holds a festival, Laphria¹. With this festival, of course, comes activities, the most important being the hunt. Where 3 main selected participants, who were allowed to bring at the maximum two others along the hunt with them, they were to hunt down a large stag, whoever was to bring back the largest wins.

The reward would entail being given a large sum of money and being allowed to worship the goddess to the fullest extent, which means you'd get to say your prayers before everyone, including the high elders.

This year, you were finally chosen for the hunt, much to the joy of your family and friends. You were their best hunter and tracker, able to find an animal with ease regardless of how little the evidence that has been left behind.

After passing a familial trail—hunting a snow hare in the middle of snowstorm— you were gifted a beautiful pup who you named Winston². The two of you were jointed at the hip. There wasn't a place you'd go without him. This included the hunt.

You decided to bring two of your beloved friends along, Damian and Agnes. You set off at dawn, racing into the trees on the back of your horses, Winston running ahead as the scout.

Agnes and Damian were chattering away behind you as you looked over the map. You wanted to try and plan out all paths you could safely use.

"So...do you think if I win this, it would get Corinna at the very least interested in me?" Damian questions, fiddling with the horses' reins. He had a crush on Corinna ever since they were teens, spending most of his time trying to impress her— which failed considering he always made a fool of himself.

Agnes, bless her, rolling her eyes as she listens to Damian rant, just as the millions times before. She's been friends with him since they were babies. Both of their mothers were the best of friends, so it makes sense they were too.

You didn't come into the picture until you were about 7 or so, moving here to take care of your grandmother after she got sick.

You met Agnes when your mother invited hers over, and then her mother invited Damian's over. You all were just placed in front of each other and expected you all to click automatically. Thankfully, you did, and you've been friends ever since.

"Probably, but you need to remember Nikolaos is in this competition too, I know he's been desperate to get her hand as well." She pauses as her horse jumps over a fallen tree. She looks back at Damian with a blank stare and continues. "And also this could've been avoided if you just grew a pair of balls and confessed."

"I can't just do that— I need to get her attention first. Maybe we'll find that white stag the elders ramble about." Damian giggles as he pictures Corinna leaping into his arms and saying yes to his proposal. He was such a lovesick fool.

"Or maybe she's already interested and is waiting for you to confess. I've heard its custom in her family for the woman to wait for the man to ask, no matter how long it takes." You chime in, not looking up from your map.

"Wait wh—" Damian is cut off when a large gray wolf jumps from out of the trees, holding a white hare in its mouth.

Your horse, startled, bucks you off its back, sending you to the forest floor. You're now eye level with the wolf, noticing how its eyes are an unnatural golden color.

You and the wolf stared each other down for a moment before it huffed and leaps back into the trees. Agnes drops down from her horse and rushes to your side, while Damian goes off to fetch your horse.

You snapped out of your daze when you felt something wet touched your cheek. It was Winston, licking at you and whining in concern.

You pat his head to calm him, and you lean on Agnes for support as you stand. She brushes the dirt and leaves off your back.

"Hey, you okay?" She questions, her freckled face is laced with concern.

You feel fine, a little sore, but nothing you hadn't been through before. There was something about that wolf that just stuck with you, "Yeah, I'm fine. That wolf, though... its eyes were like pure gold."

"Maybe it's one of Lady Artemis' wolves? It wouldn't be the first time she's watched over the hunts." She suggests, steppingaway from you once you've steady yourself. Damian comes back with your now calm horse, handing you the reins.

"I suppose? Though I never heard of a wolf having pure gold eyes before... Anyway, Winston, did you see anything?

Winston barks in reply, his tail wagging before he runs off. You mount your horse and begin to follow him. You motion the other two to do the same.

Winston leads you to what looks to be a temple, one that seems to have been neglected for years. Nature has taken over, vines have trickled up and wrapped themselves around the columns, and grass and flowers grow from the cracks of the floor. The usual pure white of the marble has faded into a off white tan color with a thin layer of moss across the surface.

"Let's make sure the area is safe for us to set up camp here. Agnes, check out the back of the temple, and Damian, you'll start with the outer perimeter. I'll start with the inside. Regroup to the front once you're sure no one else has been here."

Agnes nods, and Damian gives an alright in response before going back into the forest. You dismount your horse, tying it to a loose fence post. You make your way up the cracked stone steps and into the temple.

The rays of sun lit the inside of the temple, illuminating the illustrations that line the walls and ceilings. Going off of the winged shoes on the god that was illustrated, this was a temple of Hermes. You wonder if there was ever a village that was here before yours that were worshippers of him.

Your search around the temple came up empty, with no human activity. Only animals and plants seemed to have been inside. You leave the temple in time to see with Damian and Anges coming back.

"There doesn't look like there's anyone for miles, only animals. I saw the cutest fox kits." Anges says.

"Same here, though I wasn't blessed with seeing any cute aniamls today." Damian pouts, dismounting his horse, kneeling down next to Winston to ruffle his fur, "Expect for this bugger." Winston barks and licks the man's hand.

You chuckle, "Looks like it's safe to set up camp here, we'll need to find something to eat, so I'll try and find something for us. You two just set up camp and remember to use the horn if anything happens."

They give you mock salutes in response before they begin to take the supplies off the horses and into the temple. You mount yours and whistle for Winston to follow as you trot off into the woods.

It doesn't take you long to hunt something down. After finding some boar tracks, Winston leads the rest of the way to the creature. Upon finding it, you ready your bow, steadying yourself on the moving horse as you focus your aim on the boar.

You suck in a breath, drawing back your arrow and whispering a short prayer to Artemis as you relase. The arrow pierces through the side of the boar, straight to the heart, quick and painless.

Suddenly, you hear a loud scream, and off in the distance, you can see someone running towards you with what looks like a... deer? Chasing after them. Winston stands alert, ears perked, and focused on the person getting closer to you. You hold your reins tight while Winston moves in front of the horse.

The person turned out to be Nikolaos. You spot his signature ginger hair showing from under his hood before he trips over a log and face plants in front of you. He doesn't try to exchange pleasantries as he scrambles up to keep running.

The deer came soon after, gracefully hopping over the log. It glanced at you for a meer moment, giving you enough time to see its golden eyes. The same color from the wolf.

You hop down off your horse, making your way to the boar.

You are for sure this time that it wasn't Artemis. Maybe some other god?

You wrap the boars legs tight with string as you bring it back to your horse, settling it on the rear. Positioned so it won't slip off, you mount your horse once more before going back the direction you came.

As you make your way back. Your mind wanders back to Hermes. It could be him. After all, he's one of the more playful gods known for his pranks and tricks. You'll have to make an offering to him for letting you sleep in the temple, regardless if it's abandoned or not, and so he doesn't prey on your friends like he did Nikolaos.

By the time you made it to camp, it was dusk. Agnes greets you outside, taking the horse reins from you. You take the boar off of the horse, taking off to the side as you make quick work of the animal, cutting off the hide and chopping the pieces of meat you need. You leave whatever is left for Winston and the other forest creatures to feast.

Damian is quick to start cooking. Thankfully, his mother was kind enough to pack spices so your group wouldn't have to suffer tasteless food.

Until the sky went dark, you spent the rest of your time eating and talking. Damian nearly choked on his food when he heard you recant the experience in the woods earlier. He says he wishes he could've seen the look on that bastards face when he was running away. Agnes jokes that Nikolaos probably looked like a scared chicken. Which admittedly, he did, come to think of it, his screams sounded like the human equivalent of one.

As the night went on, it got quiet, Damian was the first to sleep, and Agnes was next. Winston is sprawled out in between them, snoring away. Before you rest, you bring a plate of food and burning incense to the altar.

You whisper, "Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises. Take this food as a thank you for allowing us to sleep here for the night." You pause. "Also... please refrain from chasing us as a deer or anything else for that matter. While it was funny what you did to Nikolaos, I would rather not soil my pants." You chuckle, placing the food onto the alter and the incense in a dusty holder.

You go back to your original resting place, leaning against the pillar. You feel a soft and comfortable breeze flow through the temple. The sounds of the trees rustling soothe you into a nice slumber.

Still in deer form, Hermes walks through the woods, no set destination just allowing the fates to choose where he will end up. Faintly, he can hear someone whisper a prayer.

"Please, Hermes. The God of speed and travel grant us permission to make sanctions in your temple. If you disapprove, we will be out as the sun rises..."

It was not often that he received prayers, especially not in his sisters park of Greece. He lets the prayer pull him towards the location.

Switching to his human form, he approaches the temple. It was one of his firsts. A gift to him by his father. While unkept, it still stood strong.

He sniffs the air, a familiar smell, boar. Not only did he get a prayer, but he got an offering, too? Just what he needed after chasing the mortals.

He giggles as he makes his way inside, involuntary waking up Winston, who was silenced a quick shush and a pat to the head.

Hermes looks around at the mortals who sleep before him. Wondering who said the prayer, his eyes land on you. Still leaned against the pillar, head thrown back against it. Your hand is tightly wrapped around a dagger. Ready to strike if need be.

He studied your face for a moment, his hand twitched with the desire to trace over your features. You were very attractive for a mortal, and judging from the faint golden aura he could see emitting from you, you're the one who prayed.

He steps away with a grin, making his way to the alter. He picks the plate up, nearly drooling on the food. As much as he'd love to take his time eating, he's a glutton. In seconds, the plate is empty. He holds back a burp as he makes his way back out of the temple, glancing at you as he makes his way out.

Well, he's going to have some fun on this vacation.

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Servantly duties

A/N: I've been working on this on and off for like a month so I'm sorry if its no bueno! I was really just trying to finish it and am keen to work on kinktober!

TW: implied sexual harassment, chipped fingernail, aphrodisiac/ love potion trope, forced kissing/touching

Synopsis: as a human servant to a satyr god, you're forced to draw him a bath and fall to his whims.

Word Count:4000

Being a servant for a deity and their court was not as glamorous as it may have seemed. “Yes your highness” this, and “of course my lord” that; you were just thankful that satyrs were a lively race. Especially considering their knacks for magic and devious enchantments, not to mention their selfishly lustful acts. But you, you had the special task of taking care of a very important one. A god. Though the god himself was not very powerful nor crucial to most creatures, in the hierarchy of his race he was the most grand.

After getting caught stealing from his altar out of desperation, you were condemned to work in the prime temple as a servant. You were shown mercy partly due to the gods laziness, and mostly because the being took a strange, licentious liking to you. Besides nymphs, humans were one of the most sought after creatures by satyrs, and it was not very often that one of the two would strut into such a dangerous territory. If it weren’t for the deity keeping you at his side, you probably would’ve been taken by one of his subjects. Satyrs never had a filter on their ravenous sexuality, only god knows what would’ve happened if they got their claws on you. But, it's not like the deity was any better.

Though your servitude was a punishment, you grew accustomed to your life here. You swallow your pride in order to avoid the gods wrath, hoping someday to be free of serving such voracious creatures. A snide comeback wasn’t worth being cursed for the rest of your life. He was still a deity, after all. So, you bite your tongue and do your duties. You were constantly at his beck and call to refill a glass of wine, to clean up after a luxurious party, or to wave a fan. The work never ended.

You recalled the orders from earlier.

"Dearest, I want a bath this evening. Make it nice, I only want you in my company." he purred to you.

You responded accordingly, but saw the way he looked at you. You were sure that he was planning some dastardly crude idea to get you to fall for him.

You were brought out of your thoughts by a searing pain, accidentally touching the burning pot in front of you. You retracted your hand as fast as lightning from the boiling water. The small fire underneath it had been slowly dying but yet the pail stayed piping hot. Picking up the handle, you delicately rose it from the fireplace. The metal handle dug into your skin as the weight of the water became nearly too much to carry. But you continued walking towards the large bath.

Reaching the basin, you took the thick cloth in your pocket and held the bottom of the pail, dumping it into the bath. The steam quickly diminished as the hot liquid mixed with the water already placed in the tub.

You hummed to yourself as you picked up a bottle of rose oil. You smelled it for a moment, savoring the sweet scent you'd likely never be able to experience fully. Small drips of the liquid fell into the bath, the smell becoming more potent the more it dripped. Setting it back down you took the few flowers surrounding the bathtub and began to peel them. The dried petals fell into the water elegantly. You snuck a few smaller ones into your pocket, watching the door in case the deity appeared.

You got up to find the clothes you put on the bed earlier, grabbing them and turning slowly to the basin again; The labor of the day was finally hitting you yet it was nice to have a moment alone. But your slack shoulders didn’t stay at ease for long; the sound of the bedroom door swinging open made you tense up again, hurrying to bring the clothing into the bathroom.

“Oh dearest human,” a sing-songy voice called. “Is my bath ready yet?” You heard the rustling of fabric come from the bedroom as you tripped over yourself to get to the door.

“Yes, my lord.” You cleared your throat, looking as you saw what was in front of you.

The satyr deity, Philon, was currently eyeing you with a grin. He had already tossed off his satchel, his dirty tunic clearly next. To say the god was bulky was an understatement. His race was not all that different from humans, but his huge stature and animalistic features said otherwise. The deity status was not one that made him any less intimidating, either. He easily towered over you, peering down while his furry ears twitched and his hazel eyes twinkled. You had helped dress the satyr on multiple occasions and occasionally tended to his bath, but it was always with other servants or worshippers. Now, you were given the task to handle him alone. You couldn't even imagine it.

He completely shattered any line of professionalism to the point where you didn't know whether to take his flirty words seriously, to refute them, or to fall to his whims out of fear for your life. Some of the other servants believed Philon was trying to court you. From the way he pursued you longer than any other creature that caught his eye, and how he dismissed any other satyr from touching you, it did look suspicious. But you wouldn't believe it; after all his games and his sickeningly sweet remarks, you believed you were just another distraction until he got bored.

"Finally," the god released a groan, stretching his arms as he began to disrobe. "Feels like I've been out in that forest for ages."

He noticed you watching as he pulled leaves out of his long hair, undoing the intricate weaving you prepared this morning. Small pieces of gold and little jewels were still strung in his locks. He smirked, staring back at you as he stroked his hair.

"See something you like?"

You looked away quickly.

"I apologize for staring," you mumbled, embarrassed and trying to gesture to the bathroom. He was so full of himself. "Please my lord, your bath is ready."

Philon grinned, strutting past you.

As he made his way to the bath, the god began untying his once white tunic. It had been stained with spilt wine and dirt, remnants that surely came from the loud festival outside. But he stopped for a moment, watching you stand there without following.

"Well come on now, these clothes aren't going to come off themselves!" The satyr said with a hearty laugh.

You swallowed harshly. At Least being ravaged by a deity was better than any old satyr, you thought to yourself. The all male race had definitely not been easy to deal with. Everyone was still outside the temple, busy celebrating this year's harvest thanks to Philon; he was usually the last one standing when it came to celebrations of himself.

You walked as slow as you could to the large porcelain bath. Philon sat on the edge of it and stuck a finger in the warm water, swirling it around as petals stuck to his skin. The pleasant aroma of the bath helped ease your nerves.

He watched you shuffle in, poorly hiding a devious smirk behind his hand. Your shaky hands begin to undo the knot that he had clearly re-tied.

You felt him staring down at you as warm breath hitting the top of your head. Your fingers struggled with the knot, sweat dripping down your brow as his stare grew intense. But he didn't stop you. Fumbling until your fingernail split, you successfully undid the knot. A small sacrifice to keep your dignity. You were glad the satyr didn’t seem to notice.

At the removal of the knot, the rest of the satyr’s clothes came undone. His chiton fell to the floor gracefully piling around his feet. You had seen the deity in all his naked glory before, but for some reason this time it felt different. Maybe it was because you were the only one who had his attention. Or maybe, it was because it felt like he was burning holes into your face with how hard he was looking for your reaction.

You ignored him, picking up the loose fabric that smelled of sweat and sweet wine to put in a small basket. Philon stepped into the tub, letting out an audible groan at feeling the water pool around his legs. You jumped at hearing him, the sensual noise catching you off guard. The lord lowered himself into the bath of petals and sweet smells as he waited for you to tend to him. Picking up the basket of clothes, you intended to get out as fast as you could. Bowing shortly you skittered towards the door.

“Wait a minute,” the satyr beckoned you with a finger, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think you’re done, do you? How am I supposed to get clean?”

He lifted his furry hoof, water dripping off of his lower half as you looked away; you were tempted to roll your eyes. Of course he wanted you to clean him. You reluctantly set down the basket, coming closer to the bath. You prayed to any other deities that could hear you, hoping they would save you from such a fate.

But alas, nothing stopped you as you found a clean washcloth on the table behind the bath, near the flower oils and a bar of soap. You quickly grabbed it, dipping the washcloth in the bath water and furiously rubbing the chunk of lye. Maybe if you rushed, he wouldn’t have time to try and mess with you, right? That was the only hope you could cling to.

But as soon as you were ready to begin bathing him, you froze. This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. You thanked the gods that bubbles covered his lower half, but his bare, dripping chest and biceps still sat before you.

“Start with my shoulders,” He commanded, resting his arms on the bath’s rim. “I’ve got a terrible ache.”

You bit your tongue and shimmied on your knees to the other side of the bath. “Of course.”

His back was as clean as you’d expect of a god who lazed all day. The nape of his neck was slick with sweat and water, a flurry of freckles dotting his back; they almost seemed to form constellations. You brought the washcloth to his shoulders, feeling his muscles vibrating under your touch. The small divots and hills of his skin were smooth against your fingertips. Before you knew it you had soaped up his shoulders and back completely. He had let out a few, throaty groans at your work but you were too preoccupied to notice. The satyr let out a blissful sigh as he turned upward to look at you.

“Don’t think your work is done yet, my little dove,” Philon grinned from upside down, fingers reaching out to graze your lips. He left your cheek wet with soap suds as you stayed put, mostly out of surprise. He cupped your cheek as you dared not to lean in or move away.

He then pointed to his head, the long reddish brown strands swaying as he moved. You were dazed for a moment until it clicked, your eyes lighting up with relief. Perhaps, all he really wanted was a bath? Maybe your hope was turning to delusion.

You grabbed a fancy glass bottle, remembering from having seen it a thousand times while cleaning. You assumed that it was the right one for hair, and poured its contents. Lathering it in your hands, you came to find Philon’s hair was already wet, likely done by the deity in order to speed the process up. You could tell he was growing impatient.

You began from the top of his skull down to the tips of his long locks, thoroughly massaging the suds into his head. You got to the sides near his long, furry ears, rubbing the soap in as you heard him release another groan. They seemed nearly unintentional; the deity's eyes were shut as he let you mold him, his body lax.

You were careful to avoid his horns, their presence hindering your scrubbing. They were one of the few traits that defined the satyr. Other than his horns and ears, from the waist up you'd think he was human. Well, nearly. His kind tended to grow more hair and fur than humans, and this one in particular had the blood of a god flowing through his veins.

You cupped the deity's chin and leaned his head back lightly, cupping water in your hands to wash out the lavender scented soap. He leaned his head backward and brought your arm to his chest.

Your hand went limp in his, afraid for a moment. You allowed yourself to keep washing the soap suds as he stroked your palm. Philon’s fingers messed with yours, prying open your hand that was balled into a fist. Warm, wet hands tickled your wrist as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You swiftly finished rinsing the soap, getting up to busy yourself with finding the rag you left somewhere. You swore you left it on the table only a few feet away. But before you could figure out the location of the rag, you felt your arm tugged by a slimy hand.

"What's this?" Philon asked. He observed your broken nail. "What happened?"

You watched as he stroked your pointer finger, looking closely at the crack that divided your fingernail.

"Just an accident. It doesn't impede my work." You said matter-of-factly.

"Well I can't have you working with an injury like this. It could get infected, you know. "

"But the soap--"

He put a finger to your lips, talking over you.

"No buts. In fact, I think this needs to be taken care of now before you injure yourself more."

You were unable to protest as he pulled your arms into the tub. Before you knew it, he had dragged you entirely in, making you let out a yelp as he embraced you with his arms. Your clothes quickly soaked as you flailed.

Philon chuckled as shock and surprise fled your eyes. You bit your tongue to prevent from giving him a piece of your mind, not daring to extend your servitude sentence any longer. But boy, did you want to bite his head off.

"Awe, what's with the frown?" He grabbed your chin, twisting your face to admire the scowl you held. "glad I was able to make you wet, though."

You couldn't help but cringe, feeling the satyr grip your backside, both to hold you up and to cup a feel. You assumed you looked like a wet cat about now.

"My lord, how am I supposed to do my work like this?" you said between gritted teeth.

The satyr kept grinning at you cheekily.

"I can't have you getting hurt again on my watch. You can keep washing me in the bath." He leaned back in the tub, waiting for you to make your move.

Looking at his chest, you realized what he expected. He was still holding you, rubbing his large hands on your knees as you unintentionally straddled his waist. You didn't waste any time wondering what the protruding thing beneath you was.

At a loss for words, you decided to just keep working. Still holding onto the delusional hope of being able to finish quickly and leaving, you leaned forward to grab the soap from behind the Satyr.

The awkward positioning reminded you just how odd and wrong this situation was. He was a deity, a forest spirit who could banish you to never step foot in a grassy plain in the region again; he could take you if he so pleased, nothing in his presence able to stop him from claiming you as many times as he wanted.

It wasn't your place to be here, in a bath big enough to hold three, of which barely fit the both of you from the sheer size of the satyr. He touched you as if you were a lover, softly, taking in every crack and blemish in your skin. But that touch was also filled with authority; the way he touched you without looking for your acknowledgement, proved to you he knew there were no consequences.

Philons’ hand traveled up your hip, caressing your side as you extended to grab the bar of soap. You nearly had it, but it was still out of reach. He merely watched as you struggled to grab it. You were too engrossed in reaching the slick bar of soap to see him come up close to you, breath tickling the hairs of your neck. A soft kiss was planted below your ear, the satyrs’ hand coming up to caress your jaw.

You slipped without warning, which planted you face-first into his chest. Your nose burned from hitting his sternum so roughly, making your eyes tear up. His flush skin pressed on yours made you scramble up immediately, feet scurrying in the water to get off of him. Grabbing your hands he steadied you as you stuttered.

"I'm so sorry!" You cried. While the satyr made your skin crawl, you still felt bad about planting yourself right between his tits.

"Calm down," Philon chuckled, steadying you on his lap. "I never realized how much of a skittish little thing you were." You tensed as he brought your hand with the soap bar up to his chest. "Guess that's one more thing I enjoy about you."

His words nearly made you vomit. But the soap! You managed to grab it during the fall. The satyr almost looked disappointed when you ignored him and found the rag once more, watching you scrub the lye bar. Philon adjusted his legs beneath you, groaning as he "accidentally" grinded upward to get more comfortable. You would've scrambled off his lap by now if it weren't for his hands holding your damp hips.

Rubbing Philon’s chest in a methodical motion, you watched as the cloth began to make white bubbles on his tanned skin. His ears twitched and you swore if he wasn't in the bath, you would see his tail doing the same. The deity was waiting in anticipation, licking his lips as he felt your soft hands on his torso. He panted, flexing his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. You sighed and looked up at him to see what all the fuss was.

But his mouth was on you before you could ask. His forehead knocked against yours as he kissed you with a salivating mouth. Philon moved fast, pushing you backwards in the bath and pressing you against it; the water sloshing outside of the basin didn't stop him. Your arms stuck out awkwardly with your hands still holding the rag and soap.

"Mmn…! I can't help myself anymore--" he cut himself off with a kiss to the side of your mouth, voice hoarse and impatient. "I tried to give you time… let you come to me to spare my pride, but I can't … can't wait any longer. "

You squealed against his mouth, surprised and desperate for air. You knew the god would pounce, just unsure of when. And now was not the most convenient time. His soapy chest pressed into yours and dampened the rest of your clothes; his hands gripped hard onto the tub as he tried to get on top of you. His furry legs tickled yours under the water, ears flicking against your cheek as he smothered you with affection. He really had been holding back.

"My lord--" your voice cracked as you tried to press yourself deeper into the tub to create space. Philon took the challenge, pressing harder. "Please this is no way to behave-!" You were cut off with a kiss as he straddled your waist and forced your hands into his hair. The rows and rows of indents that formed his curled horns were smooth in your hands; Philon moaned into your mouth each time you ran your hands down them to push him off. You twisted away from his mouth, biting his lip for an extra measure.

"Why don’t you understand, I don't want this! Leave me alone!”

He laughed, belittling you with just one condescending look.

"I love the chase,” He licked his lip. "I think you'll find yourself yearning for me soon."

"What?"

Philon reached for a fragile bottle of wine on the counter of soaps and oils. You never had the pleasure of tasting such a delicacy but have witnessed its effects on those who drank it. It was a well-known aphrodisiac in the region, and you wouldn't be caught dead drinking such a thing around a satyr. Nonetheless this bastard.

He eyed you, taking a sip but not yet swallowing. You fought to get out of his grasp now that his other hand was preoccupied; he managed to hold you down with his forearm, pushing it across your chest to keep you tucked against the bath. The water was beginning to grow cold, bubbles having disintegrated and the fragrant smells starting to diminish. The flower petals had long since dissolved, turning the water a rosy red.

He threw the empty bottle to the floor with a clang, using his now free hand to try to pry open your mouth. As much as you stayed stubborn, you couldn't help but release a gasp when his long nails dug into your thigh.

Philon slammed his mouth onto yours, forcing the wine down your throat and against your tongue.Tears welled in your eyes and your nose began to burn. The satyrs inhuman leg pressed itself against your crotch as your hands twisted into his.

Letting go of your mouth with a wet "pop," philon came to recover your lips with his hand, nearly suffocating you.

"Swallow. Swallow it." He looked at you with expectant eyes. "Be a good little human now."

You couldn't breathe, water sloshing next to your ears while the large creature forced himself onto you. For the satyr though, he couldn't get enough. The water dripped down your chest, your collar slightly open as you breathed heavily. You groaned against his fingers, just like he always wanted.

You swallowed the thick, fermented juice, only out of fear for your life. The male let go as you gasped for air.

"I'm going to make you give yourself to me." He said, as your chest heaved and your hands tried to push him back. "When you're desperate and drooling in only a few moments, you'll have to beg me to touch you."

You promised yourself you wouldn't, that you would keep that small sliver of dignity no matter how dire the situation was, no matter how badly you wanted to return home. But the wine was already starting to take effect. You felt it in your fingers and toes, ones that tingled and went numb. Your chest ached and a warm feeling spread down your stomach.

"You're already feeling it, aren't you?"

The aphrodisiac was beginning to take its course. Your muscles tensed as your body grew restless; Philon watched with a sadistic glint in his eyes. He stayed true to his words, refusing to touch you until you began to squirm. You put your hand to your crotch, trying to suppress the growing urge inside of you. The sweet aftertaste of the wine still lingered in your mouth. Philon growled, ears twitching and flicking the gold pieces embedded in his horns and hair. The wine was beginning to take its hold on him, too. Not that he would’ve needed it in the first place.

He panted, running his smooth fingertips down your wet clothes. You felt sticky and hot and impatient, breathing heavily as something inside you made you thirsty. Philon squeezed your chest with hungry hands; you could see the lust beginning to take over his snide expression, his normally insatiable libido somehow growing worse.

“you're going to be begging on your knees for me.“

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cryz-a-lot · 6 months

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Hear me out, god x human but the human is literally just a cocky bastard

Human (with new found power) : HA HA! I AM A GOD!

God: no- I- I’m the.. actually just- whatever

#ship dynamics #god x human #otp ideas #otp prompts #otp writing #imagine your otp #writing prompt

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puddleslimewrites · 9 months

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Prompt #12

Deity looked down at their chosen mortal. "They treat you so poorly and yet, you stay with them." They frowned, their disdain as clear as the white of their eyes. "Why?"

Mortal looked away. They felt ashamed to be the subject of Deity's disapproval. "They're my friends. I can't just abandon them."

#fantasci tumblr #fantasci #deity x mortal #god x human #fantasy prompts #fantasy prompt #puddleslimewrites #writing prompt #writing prompts #creative writing #writing

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theres-a-body-here · 1 month

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This skin dropped for Chaac on Smite and he's so fucking hot. I'm kicking my feet and twirling my hair. I might write a fic about him

I NEED HIM NEOW

#thanaconspeaks #Chaac #smite x reader #monster x human #monster fucker #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #god x human #religious kink

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a-dead-tea · 3 months

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Writing Prompt #120

“Why do you come here?”

The old woman paused, having been kneeled before the cave’s mouth. She’d brought an offering, one of bread and wine, just as she had for most of her life.

Her hands remained clasped, but the beginning of her prayer had caught in her throat.

There was a long moment of silence, and the woman almost considered that she had hallucinated the voice.

But no, it returned.

“What have I done to deserve such unfaltering devotion from you, human? Have I not left you alone and your prayers unanswered the entire time you’ve known of me? You kneel before my cave as you have since you were a child, now shriveled and grey. I have done nothing for you, not once, and yet you still come to me whenever you’re able. Why?”

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mikrotyalm13 · 22 days

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#microtya's kids #art #my art #digital art #digital drawing #digital artwork #artists on tumblr #text meme #monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster girlfriend #monster lover #teratophillia #terato #god x human #kikimora x human #monster under the bed x human

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 10 months

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Short Prompt #1217

CW: near-death experience.

The city had always been strange - split in two and yet connected by their beliefs. Two gods ruled over it, one that favored light and one that favored darkness. They were old friends who had joined forces to protect the people worshipping them.

'From what?' one might ask. Well, simple - from creatures like you.

A demon of the deep dark, evil. You feasted on the blood of mortals... though not willingly. Having been forcefully turned into this monster half a year ago, your body couldn't survive without that precious liquid life. And for an entire month, you had managed to hide amongst the human citizens, trying to regain a sense of normalcy.

But no good thing can last forever.

And now, covered in wounds that had nearly killed you, you found yourself stumbling into the temple of the dark god. "SANCTUARY! P-PLEASE!" you begged, falling to your knees as the city guards grew near.

"Granted," a deep voice bellowed, blocking your pursuers from entering as a barrier of magic formed in the doorway. The humans glared at you from the other side with rage and shock covering their expressions.

You, meanwhile, looked up at the towering god in terror. They could still throw you out if they wished; they always had the choice. And with your disguise gone due to the stress, you feared the worst as they silently studied you.

It was so obvious - from the claws and fangs to the sharp, blood-red eyes. But the god merely turned around and began walking away. "Come, little monster. Let us see where your heart lies."

Anxious, you followed them on shaking legs, silently begging for mercy. Unseen by you, the god smirked. Did you even realize you were praying to them?

"They looked so cute on their knees... but the tears and fear don't suit them. No, no." The god eyed you from the corner of their vision, watching you keep your head low and hands clasped together. "Poor little thing, covered in so many wounds. We'll get you cleaned up. And oh...

"I cannot wait to feel your teeth sink into my neck. I'll treat you like the treasure you are, little shade."

#writeblr #writing #writing prompt #short prompt #human x monster #kinda?#god x human #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: near death

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ursa-tan · 1 year

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Don't fight with me

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Konshu (moonknight) x reader

5,013 words

Marc Spector (moonknight) & reader

Marc and the reader are out on a mission, both being godly avatars (Marc having Konshu and the reader having Anubis), they’re expected to be civil towards each other. After spending a month cramped up in a tiny, cheep apartment, the reader has enough and snaps at Marc about cleaning up after himself. Konshu is not happy to hear them shout at his avatar

The last thing I wanted to be doing right now was getting in a fight with the man I was living with. Marc Spector was normally a great guy, a little brash and heavy handed at times but overall really sweet, especially to me. But right now, he was being an utter dick head. I don’t know why he thought ignoring chores was a good idea, but apparently, he did. I didn’t ask for much, I just wanted him to clean up after himself, that’s all. But it was too much for poor old Marc to do.

I didn’t want to shout at him, but he wasn’t willing to listen to a simple request. It was a bad day, I was tired and just wanted a fucking break. But apparently that too much to ask.

“Seriously Marc? You make a mess in the kitchen and don’t clean it up?”

“I’m tired (Y/n), cut me some slack,” he groaned without looking up at me.

“This apartment is barely big enough for the both of us, I just want to keep it tidy so its an easier space to live in.” I could feel anger bubbling in my chest, a scream scratching at my throat to get out.

“Stop being so aggressive about it. Ill get round to it.” This time he looked at me, the pure apathy on his face only made me angrier.

“Y’know what Marc? Fine. Fuck you! If you don’t Wanna clean up after you, I won’t either!”

“Oh, fuck off (Y/n)! I couldn’t care less!”

I didn’t take the time to look at his face, as he said “I couldn’t care less”. So, I opted to just storm away to the only space that was mine and mine alone in the tiny apartment – my bedroom. I just needed a minute alone. Just a little while away from the man in the living room.

And I thought I was going to get that, until the all too familiar sound of wind pierced the silence.

I whipped around, intending to give Konshu a piece of my mind, only to find him already looming over me. I stumble backwards in shock, eventually bumping my back against the wall behind me, but he still doesn’t give me any space.

“You think it’s a good idea to start a fight with my avatar human?” the god loomed over me now, one hand reaching to rest on my shoulder, thumb gently caressing the front of my neck.

“Fuck off, I don’t answer to you.” I had to resist the urge to spit in his face, choosing to sneer at him instead.

Suddenly, his hand was around my neck, the long bony fingers wrapped fully around my neck, squeezing at the soft flesh with just enough force to insinuate a threat. His tall stature bent down to bring the tip of his beak next to my ear, along with his free hand up to your hip.

“You may be tethered to your own god Human, but I am in charge here.” His hands both continued to tighten as his husky voice reached my ears.

“Fuck off Konshu, I’m not scared of you,” I hissed out, prompting him to press me into the wall harder than I was before. I desperately wanted to retaliate, but I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he growled into my ear “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it’s entirely up to you.”

“I’m not scared of you Konshu, I’m not just going to let you push me around.”

He seemed rather happy that I said that, pulling me away from the wall and pushing me towards my bed. His large hands let go of me once the back of my legs hit the mattress, letting me fall onto it.

It only took a second before he was bending down and placing his hands on the mattress, either side of my body and caging me in. My breath quickened and I could feel a heat rising to my face.

“Well then Scarab, I’m glad you want to do things the hard way.” Both hands were on me in an instant, gripping at my hips, almost painfully digging into me. His fingers ran up my body, hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

Konshu didn’t speak this time, only tugging at the waist band and waiting for me to answer. My heart rate quickened as I froze up, not moving an inch as he tugged once again.

“Are you too dumb to understand a simple gesture Scarab? Do you need to spell it out for you?” His voice was still gravely in my ear, making my face grow that much hotter. “Fine then. Take them off, or let me.” Only when he finished speaking did I realise he had been undoing the button of my jeans.

All I could do was lift my hips slightly while I blinked at him, shivering at his hands as they skimmed down the skin on my thighs. Slowly they were exposed to the air and as soon as my jeans hit the floor, his hands went straight to grope at my thighs.

“I’m not going to do this if you don’t want it.” He continued to slowly massage my thighs, kneading the sensitive flesh between his large hands. I remain frozen, staring straight up at the ceiling and breathing heavily, but I push my thighs against his hands trying to get him to continue.

“No, Scarab. Use your words. Or are you too stupid?”

I let out a small grumble, pushing my thighs into his hands even more and whispering. “I want this.”

“I didn’t hear a please Scarab,” he whispered in my ear, continuing to massage my thighs. I failed to bite back the temptation to growl at him.

“I’m not gonna fucking beg for you K-“ I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence as I felt one finger brush over my clothed core, applying more pressure over the entrance and then pulling away. Konshu chuckled darkly, slowly dragging his finger back and forth across the fabric of my panties.

I still refused to open my mouth, but the god above me seemed perfectly happy to continue going about things his way. Slowly, his finger found my entrance and began to push more firmly against over my panties. I was sure that the sharp tip was going to pierce the fabric as he pushed harder and harder. Just as the fabric reached breaking point, he pulled away. Not even seconds after he did, Konshu’s hands were back on my skin, pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them onto the floor.

Only now did I realise how truly cold his hands were, guess that’s what I get for getting down and dirty with a skeletal bird god. The tips of his fingers scratched at the soft flesh of my inner thigh as they scraped towards my core. Heat was slowly beginning to build in my core as he edged ever closer to actually touching me, only to move back down and start the process all over again.

His hands finally start to skim closer to my cunt, only to move out of the way last second and begin to snake up my shirt. I feel my stomach muscles tense when his fingers ghost my lower abdomen, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

His hands skimmed behind by back, a gently tug urging me to sit up. Although, I didn’t have to worry about that for long, as I was guided back down again by a gently push to the chest as soon as my shirt and bra were gone. Both pieces of fabric were forgotten as toon as they hit the floor, as Konshu started to skim those sharp fingers of his over my delicate skin once again. Although this time, they weren’t restrained to any one area and instead trailed my entire body.

His right hand made its way back to my cunt, which at this point was soaking. I could feel him trailing a finger around it, watching as my legs twitched and my hips jolted while he did. It didn’t take him long to find my clit, brushing over it with his thumb in such a delicate manner it almost had me begging for more. Slow, gently, feather light circles were traced over my clit for a few seconds before a sudden, sharp push had me gasping for air.

Another chuckle fell from Konshu. I tried to look away from him, but his left hand came to grip my face and force me to look at him.

“You are going to watch exactly what I do to you until I say you can look away, understand Scarab?” before I had a chance to answer, the muddle finger of his right hand was dipping into my pussy. Little by little, his finger moved into me, until it was impossibly deep. Once he could push in no further, he slowly began to pull out. He kept this excruciatingly painful pace for a few seconds before pulling out entirely.

A moan almost left my lips, only to be replaced by a sharp gasp when a different finger was pushed inside of me. He did the same with this one has he did with the other, only pulling out once he deemed it sufficiently wet. Looking up to me to check I was still paying attention, he used the fingers that were now wet with my slick to push back into me.

“Konshu-“ The hand that had been gripping my face moved sharply to cover my mouth instead.

“Tonight, I am your god, your master. You will address me as such Scarab, or you will suffer the consequences.” Slowly, he began to curl his fingers into me, the flat pads pressing into my walls. “But I fully intend to make sure you can’t speak by the end of tonight.” His fingers continued to move, stretching me with a slightly painful burn that made me writhe.

“Oh Scarab, if you can’t take this, there’s no way you’ll be able to take me,” he murmured into my ear, continuing to slowly curl what would be the pads of his fingers into my upper wall before relaxing them. Konshu continued to slowly move his fingers, never changing pace or how hard he was doing it. All I could do was let my eyes flicker shut and hold my hips off the mattress as he did.

A short moan started in my throat but didn’t have time to reach my lips as Konshu pushed the thumb of his free hand past my lips. It pushed down onto my tongue, effectively silencing me as my watery eyes looked up to him.

“Oh Scarab, is this too much for you?” he didn’t give me a chance to answer before his fingers began to curl and relax faster than before. I could feel him slowly begin to pump them as well. The pleasure began to build up very quickly, growing from a warm tingle in my cunt to a tightening pleasure in my lower abdomen. I could feel it surmounting, building to a fast climax. Just as white began to creep into the corners of my vision and a whine built up in the back of my throat, his fingers stopped.

The sudden stillness ripped the building whine from my throat, only now it was a whine of displeasure. I tried my best to show how frustrated I was by biting down on his finger, but with him being a god, it didn’t seem to have much effect. Despite the lack of reaction, I continued my attempted assault on his bony thumb. This still yielded no results – until I felt his fingers sharply push up into my, causing my biting to stop and a desperate moan to tear itself from my throat in its place.

“I really wouldn’t suggest trying to fight me, unless you don’t wish to cum tonight.” I now understood why Marc found him so insufferable. Well, I always had, but now I really knew. In a pathetic attempt to apologise, my lips gently closed around the part of him that was still in my mouth and I pressed the flat of my tongue against it. The god above me seemed pleased with my non-verbal answer and rolled his thumb over my wet tongue.

His fingers began to move inside of me once again, pumping and curling with the same rhythm they had found before. I defiantly wasn’t one to complain, instead continuing to absentmindedly play with Konshu’s thumb using my tongue and moan at the pleasure. Once again, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to begin to bubble up in my stomach, the tension in my lower abdomen began to tighten once again and almost bubbled over – only for Konshu to stop once again. Some part of me was sure that if he could smirk – he would be.

The pressure slowly simmered down, but Konshu never removed his fingers. Just as the pressure ebbed away, leaving me a little frustrated and beyond disappointed, he began to move again. Faster and harder than before this time, his hand was moving almost painfully, but not quite, the feeling of a climax built up much faster than the previous, and I could feel myself tightening around him. He stopped again and I could feel tears bubble up in the corners of my eyes and spill, trickling down my face at the overwhelming feeling.

“What do you want little Scarab?” His voice wasn’t aggressive like it had been before, but it wasn’t kind either. He was taunting me, making fun of me and the state I was in because of him.

I tried to speak, to spit a witty remark in his face, but it didn’t work. My throat had closed in on itself and all I could do was gasp for air and breathe heavily as he chuckled.

“If you want to cum, then you best work for it,” his voice was smoother than ever, flowing like the Nile and making me desperate for release. Despite the humiliation it would normally bring, I felt as if I had surpassed a threshold of some kind and slowly began to try and bounce my hips.

I was quick to find out that it wasn’t working, and settled on rolling my hips instead. Konshu moved in time with me, but put in no more effort than I did. I was effectively fucking myself on his fingers and he was getting off to the idea – I was sure of it. Tears blurred my vision more than before and I couldn’t help but let small whines scratch their way out of my throat. My hips moved faster and with more force as I continued, and despite the effort that I had to put in, my climax began to build up again.

My face burnt with embarrassment as I felt myself tighten around Konshu’s fingers, my hips shuddering as I got closer. The pressure that had been fading in and out to par finally snapped and I came. The orgasm washed through me, back arching with the pleasure as I gushed over the god’s fingers.

I could feel his fingers keep moving as I came down from my high. My body relaxed into the mattress once the pleasure finally ebbed away, allowing my muscles to completely relax. His fingers still didn’t stop moving, gently massaging my walls.

“You ready for more Scarab?” his voice was gravely, sending a shiver up my spine and causing a whimper to fall from my mouth. Konshu seemed pleased with that, finally sliding his fingers out of me and starting to rub gentle circles on my clit.

His free hand moved to his own hip, fiddling with something before returning it to my thigh. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, massaging and bruising it. I couldn’t help but roll my hips up into his hand, causing his fingers to slip in and out of me.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he almost chuckled, finally removing his fingers from me. I whined as the long, almost rough fingers dragged out of me. The pleasure finally faded completely, leaving me with a warm wetness between my legs and partially smeared down my thighs.

My voice seemed to come back once he stepped out from between my thighs, so I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up at him. The god stares down at me as I close my legs and let my face settle down into a deadpan expression.

“So, you’re gonna edge me and leave me huh?” Obviously, my sarcasm hadn’t left me at any point. Although my question seemed like the wrong thing to say at this very moment, as the towering figure leaned in. He would be caging me in if not for the fact that his arms were tucked behind his back.

“Would you like to phrase that differently scarab?” A darkness dripped from the ancient voice that I’ve never quite heard before. If I could’ve swallowed my words right then, I would have. However, intrigue spread through my body and, despite the fact Konshu was a god, I wasn’t going to let him push me around.

“No.” I tried to keep my voice strong and stable, but the way he straightened his posture to stand as tall as the ceiling would allow made my body quiver.

“Have it your way then Human.”

Fuck

There was a rustling and the fabric that had adorned his waist dropped to the floor. It crumpled around his feet in a heap before he stepped out of it. I was drawn to look at Konshu’s face, unable to tear my eyes away.

In a way that could’ve been mistaken as tender, the bony, calloused hands of the god before me once again trailed up my sensitive thighs. Rough bone moved to cup the delicate flesh on the insides of my thighs and – for a second – I thought I had gotten away with that I had said.

Suddenly, his demeanour changed, using his superior strength to snap my previously closed legs open and hold them there. I fought to close them, purely out of spite, but nothing I did fought against the god’s strength.

“If you call me name, my real name, I shall stop… Until then, you are mine to do with as I please.”

A deep pit started to form in my stomach, causing me to tear my eyes away from the almost delicate looking structure around his eye sockets. Lustful eyes trailed all the way down his body, stopping at his crotch.

I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting, but a large, almost translucent and honey coloured member was not it. It was solidly 8 inches long, maybe more, and dripped with what I could only assume was precum. The girth was hard to judge from this angle, but you could understand why he had made the comment earlier.

Nervousness consumed me as I realised there was no way this was going to happen without at least a little pain on your end. Words bubbled up your throat and tumbled over your lips in an attempt to stall him just a few more seconds.

“Don’t you need a c-“ He cut me off, hands holding the underneath of me knees as he tugged me closer.

“No need, you are a mortal. Your fragile little body wouldn’t take it even if you wanted to.”

Questions flooded my mind and the thought of the painfully delicious stretch to come was no longer on the forefront of my mind.

“But aren’t new gods cr-“

A sharp thrust caused his member to glide through my folds, coating it in my wetness.

“Cease your incessant questions. You are a mortal, nothing will happen,” his voice seemed distant, preoccupied on things other than me running my mouth.

Konshu pulled his hips back, removing a hand from the back of my knee to take hold of his cock. Guiding it towards my practically dripping entrance. The thick head pushed against my entrance before slipping up at the last second, pressing against my clit. It’s still sensitive from earlier and the pressure makes my back arch, eyes squeezing shut; the leg not being held by Konshu wrapping around his waist.

Dark chuckling came from above me and the god readjusted, finally pressing into me. Not even an inch in I could feel the stretch, pushing me further open than I had ever been before. Soft whimpers make their way from my lips, spilling out and into the air.

“Hmm, what a wonderful sound,” his grumbling voice dripped with lust, only adding to the way my pussy squeezed around him.

Konshu moved his hands, placing them on the underside of my thighs. For a second, confusion passes over me before he’s pushing my legs forwards, knees practically touching my shoulders. The burn of my muscles sketching is quickly pushed to the back of my mind by the feeling of the god pushing into me. His large hands continued to hold me exactly as he wanted me, pushing his hips to slip his cock into me. Burning pleasure coursed outwards from my core, reaching a high when his pelvis finally pressed into the underside of my thighs.

Despite what seemed like desperation to move, the ancient being pressed into you stayed still, opting only to pull your legs so they laid partially over your shoulders instead. Slowly, the pain from being stretched so much gave way to a most more pleasurable sensation. Although, there was a pushing inside of you that was stranger than anything you’d ever felt.

Managing to raise your head ever so slightly, you looked down and at your lower stomach. There was a slight bulge. Caused by Konshu’s member pushing against the soft, warm walls of your pussy. You wanted to reach down and touch it, push against it and see what it felt like, but decided against it for the time being.

Seeing the way I moved to look at my body, Konshu gave an experimental thrust, pulling out half an inch before sliding back in. My head fell backwards onto the soft sheets as he did, a moan falling from my lips. I hadn’t expected it to feel like good.

In response to my moan, he gave another experimental thrust, then another and another. Slowly, he built up a good pace, pulling out slightly more every time until he was about a quarter of the way out before thrusting back into me. MY pussy began to flutter around him, squeezing his cock while it dragged along my walls.

It almost sounded as if he was growling above me, huffing with each move. I know he was restraining himself for my sake – something I didn’t think the god could do. I reached down, between my legs, to run a finger over my clit. However, my hand was quickly swatted away my Konshu.

He moved his left arm to cross both of my legs, holding the outer side of my right thigh and pressing them both to his chest. His right hand quickly snakes between my legs and a thumb pressed to my clit. Konshu began to rub fast, tight circles with just enough pressure to make my back arch off the bed and I practically screamed for him.

Barely understandable words spilled from my lips as my eyes squeezed shut, but not once did I say his name. “God, Feels so good!” I yelled as the muscles in my back screamed for me to relax.

He didn’t respond, only quickening his thrusts. Languid motions that drew more and more out of me as they sped up. Konshu started to go harder as well, pounding into me with each snap of his hips. Each thrust seemed to have him slipping further out of you as well.

Konshu finally settled into a brutal, bruising pace, slipping all the way out of me before fucking himself all the way back in. I could feel every time the head of his cock came in contact with my walls and, combined with the sensation of the tight circled being rubbed on my clit, it was driving me towards my second orgasm of the night – quickly.

My moans grew in volume and shrillness, until I was practically screaming. Konshu seemed to enjoy this, his hips or hand never once faltering. The knot in my belly grew tighter as he kept going. Despite the fact he never changed pace, it felt as if I was getting more and more sensitive until my orgasm finally comes crashing over me.

White hot bliss coursed over my body, consuming my vison and mind, leaving no room for anything else. Arching off the bed once again, every muscle in my torso and legs felt like they tightened with absolute pleasure. I could do nothing but moan, no words were formed though, just a scream of pure ecstasy.

Once I finally started to come down from my high, I noticed Konshu hadn’t changed his pace at all. Although his thumb was slowing down on my clit, he never actually removed it, and his hips didn’t stutter nor falter. The feeling as starting to get to much, overwhelming me as I finally dropped fully back onto the mattress.

Tears began to brim in my eyes faster than I thought they would’ve. Overwhelming was the only thing I could call the sensation now. The drag of his cock along my sensitive walls.

The hand that had previously been occupied playing with my clit moved to my lower stomach. Suddenly I was aware of what he was going to do. Large fingers splayed out, palm directly over where the small bulge would appear with every thrust, not applying pressure yet.

That changed rather quickly, as his palm pushed down into my belly and the feeling of his cock became accentuated. My previous screams of pleasure turned into overwhelmed sobs. Yet I didn’t want him to stop.

For a moment, just a moment, Konshu seemed as if he wanted to as if I was ok. But even through the blur of tears that cascaded down my cheeks, I begged for more. And the god obliged my pleads.

This was no longer about my pleasure, but rather about him chasing his release. His hips finally began to falter, thrusts becoming sloppier and more pressure being applied to the hand pressed against my stomach. I could’ve sworn I could hear him mumbling curses with the occasional hint of my name, but the ringing in my ears made it hard to know.

Finally, Konshu tipped over the edge, finding his release. His hips never stopped moving nor did they truly slow. Instead, he continued to fuck me hard and fast through his orgasm. Spilling into me hot and heavy, growling out my name. After what felt like minutes of agonising pleasure, his hips finally stilled, pressed into me. He was panting, catching breath he didn’t need to catch.

I shifted, pulling myself out of his grip and off of him, sighing at the feeling of being empty and letting myself go limp against the bed. Konshu’s cum spilled out of me as I lay there, catching breath I actually needed to catch.

A bony hand touched my thigh, gently, moving it to exam it.

“I didn’t hurt you did I Scarab?” I was surprised at how gentle his voice was, especially as his hands twisted me every so slowly, checking for bruising.

“No… Not in a way I didn’t like at least…” I was still trying to suck in breaths and calm my pulse.

I felt the hotness between my legs and inside me dissipate suddenly, feeling as if it was completely gone. Mustering the strength to sit up, I checked myself for the mess I was sure I was going to have to clean up. However, there was nothing there besides my own mess. My eyes flitted to Konshu who, while still missing the garments that usually adorned his lower half, no longer had a dick.

Questions started to materialise in my mind, and I wanted to babble them all out. However, Konshu seemed to beat me to it.

“It’s magic. Anything that comes from it is magic. I can summon it and get rid of it as I please.”

Well… that was all of my questions answered.

I did my best to reach down without falling off the bed, picking up my shirt and using it to gently pat my thighs dry. Eventually, I managed to get myself below the covers without having to get up either.

“You must be tired Scarab, I’ll leave you be,” there was something in his voice that was so much kinder than you had ever heard before, yet somehow it seemed to sound the same as it always did.

“Thanks… Konshu…” I mumbled, pulling the duvet up to my chin and curling my legs towards my stomach slightly. This was gonna hurt in the morning, you could already tell. In an unpleasant surprise that really shouldn’t have been a surprise at all, I realised that I was going to have to get up to flick the lights off, close the curtains and the door.

Before a groan had the chance to escape my mouth, I heard the sound of the curtains being drawn. Turning my head slightly I could see Konshu, making sure they were fully shut. Then, he made his way towards the door, flicking the lights out and turning closing the door behind him without a single word. I know full well he could’ve just dissipated and probably did as soon as he was outside the door.

Warmth from both the actions of the god and the duvet around you started to seep into your body and after minutes, you were no longer awake.

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