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E. Williams sails to Sarpedon with nothing but a dagger and a quest ⎯⎯ to return with the head of a gorgon. However, when things on the island aren't all as they seem, she's forced to adapt to a union she hadn't planned.

◟`# fiction contains: gorgon!reader x hunter!ellie, mythology, mature themes, blood, violence, nudity, debauchery, kissing, slow-burn, mild asphyxiation, greed.

⎯⎯⎯ ⸝⸝ made with love for @ssshhh-imreading ☆ 5.2k

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The black current swallowed the sailboat, heavy waves carelessly thrashing against the old wood. She steadied her easy, balancing the creaking oars while her cloak whipped against the cool air. The night was dead, the old moon tucked away behind laced silver mist. Slimy forms of the deep stroked her stern, sending glistening ripples across the still water. It was a sultry promise.

This boat would soon belong to them.

Williams sat spread at the bow, marred face hidden beneath her navy hood. She twisted the hilt of her dagger, the blade glistening along the murky waters. The sea below smelt of rotting coral, chewed up salt mixed with spread sulfur. It was the type of stench you could taste at the back of your throat, and it would only worsen the closer she drafted to Sarpedon.

The island was far off-course, surrounded by a heavy veil of ashed fog. It fell along her shoulders, smearing against the innard of her chestplate. Ellie lifted her patterned scarf above her nose, calloused fingers pressing the fabric in taut as the dust continued to fall. Any other mere sailor would turn back — wise cowardice, but Ellie was no sailor.

The bitter air continued to cut through her many layers once the boat finally broke free from the fog. Darkened flecks of charcoal clung to her upper lashes, breath puffing out in a hot cloud after tugging the scarf down. Amidst the deep waters, she finally caught sight of her. The island lay dormant, desolate and unmoved by the passage of time. It was a place of myth, supposed serenity, but that was far from Ellie’s suspicions.

Her boat hitched the offside shore with a pained creak, and Ellie climbed from the bow with a laboured huff. Wet sand clung to her leather boots, damp rope pulled taut between her crooked teeth as she tied off the cleat. The acidic stench of the fauna hit quick, a beach full of old trees cradled in dark weeping vines. It gathered in her lower stomach, but she spat through.

At a glance, there was nothing to be seen of the island. The foliage was too dense, a forest of slivered sky and wet soil. Her cloak blended into the darkness, heavy soles trampling stray branches and shrubs. Everything was eerily quiet, the whistle of the wind and a distant flush of running water the only thing to hit her ears. She slashed through the reeds with her blade, ripping out thrush in an effort to locate the source of the river — because if anything would lead her to a temple, it would be a fresh stream.

The further Ellie followed the noise, the sooner another sound began to echo through the woods. Whispered giggles, splashing. Eventually the trail led to a clearing, lavish and delicately framed by draped vines. Her eyes roamed over the sight, moonlight gleaming down upon naked figures that bathed by the water’s edge. There was a carefree nature to the way they swam, the way they kissed as though it were as natural as a growing weed.

Williams only allowed herself a moment, one second in time to let her gaze trail shamelessly across naked breasts and writhing hair — but she wasn’t here for that.

Some tossed their heads back, all too aware of the figure hidden behind the trees. They beckoned her, with sensuous laughter and feline grins that slowly sprouted more unease within the pit of her chest. It curled around the crown of her head, it penetrated something fragile in the cusp of her liver. Nymphs.

Harmless, usually. Distracting? Very.

Ellie attempted to walk on, head tilting low beneath her worn woolen cloak. It’d belonged to her father once, many years ago. It seemed that despite her best efforts to walk away from temptation, it followed her through the dark forest. Whispers tickled along the shell of her ear, and the vegetation itself seemed to come alive once it became aware of her presence. Giggles echoed through the woods, soft hands leading her to the cold spring. Despite knowing that this was a careless detour — she was no better than the men they often enticed.

It didn’t take a lot of convincing for Ellie to allow them to drag her to the river, but she grumbled beneath her breath all the same. Her mouth was dry, tongue flicking out to lick over her lips as the group ensnared her rugged frame. They moved like a collective, a hive mind of glittering smiles and batted lashes as they latched on. Warm palms slid along her shoulders, prying fingers searching for the ribbon that held her cloak together.

Some of the hands flattened against her waist, others dragging her hair back so that gentle kisses could be peppered along the side of her neck. Ellie let her jaw tilt back, hands fishing amongst a sea of warm bodies as a low groan threatened to vacate the back of her throat. It never got there though, because the moment her face shifted there was a sudden pair of lips pressing against hers. She couldn’t tell which bleeding nymph it was but she reciprocated regardless, letting her dirtied tongue lick into the mouth that stole her breath.

Meanwhile the others continued to drag at her torn clothing, slipping that heavy cotton from her shoulders and unbuckling that dented armour plate. Through the pleasant haze of lick warm and arousal Ellie could faintly recognise that this was a very foolish idea, that to succumb in the middle of an eerie forest could only end poorly — but she was nothing if not willing to fall prey to a colony of beddable women.

As though they could sense her drifting, Ellie was dragged back in by the shirt collar. Her cloak was discarded, warm bodies pressed against her back and kissing along the curve of her ear lobe. At her front, gentle fingers caressed her face and hair that made it damn near impossible to pull away. They grew enticed by her chest, firmed yet clearly feminine in a way that they’d clearly not expected. For a minute she grew a half mouthed smirk into the kiss, wondering if they’d recoil.

Instead, it seemed they were even more allured by the fact that she wasn’t a man.

Another pair of soft palms grabbed onto her cheeks, guiding her away from one pair of lips and into the mouth of another. It was no wonder that they’d confused her, a tall figure with overgrown scuffed hair and dark brows. Her demeanour left nothing to be desired either, torn clothing and a firmset jaw that blended heavy with her smell of sea salt and burnt leather.

The wandering fingers began to pry further, attempting to peel off her buttoned shirt but she was quick to grasp the wrist swiftly — taut enough to be a warning. Ellie was giving in, but she wasn’t going to completely abandon her wits despite the tongue that continued to suffocate her mouth. The woman only giggled, instead moving to chew on the side of her collar while nosy hands stroked her waist.

The warm figures moved to pushing, her body pushed in all directions as heart continued to pulse deep within her drawers. Muffled moans carried through the olden trees, echoed back by the shrill of the wind. Ellie wasn’t looking anymore, rather feeling the weight of ten hands.

Soon it began to feel like she was floating, boots no longer slacked within the firm soil despite their best attempts to touch. The soft hands that once ran over her chest now wrapped around her upper thighs, lashes fluttering as she slowly grew more breathless. Ellie’s hands grasped at faded shoulders, bare breasts and spindled hair as though it could bring her back down to earth, but it offered no such reprise.

The once gentle fingers that had roamed her body now drew tighter, lips suffocatingly sultry as that lathered tongue continued to rinse through her inner cheeks. It was difficult to make out a ricketed curse over the blockage, head smothered in warm fuzz as she became increasingly more aware of how foolish she was for playing along with dryads rather than focusing on the real reason she was here. Her breath was slowly fizzling out, and she managed to rip her face away from the poisoned kiss.

It didn’t clear her airways.

As her lidded eyes peeled open, no longer was there a hoard of beautiful women at her knees.

Instead dark vines had her suspended above the ground, branches that stretched from the trees and slithered along her arms despite her firm attempts to shove from their grip. The slick fauna curled around her ribs, the one that had tightened its way around her neck in the midst of all the kissing growing more apparent. Ellie tilted her jaw back with parted lips, breath coming in uneven pulses as they continued to toy with her half clothed form.

Her calloused fingers carefully moved before they could be restrained, grasping the worn hilt of her dagger — and in one swift movement, her blade sliced straight through the vines.

A stifled screech echoed from the fauna as they shrivelled like prunes, but not before shoving their prey to the ground. The wind dragged from her throat on impact, chin hitting the damp mud with a low groan. Ellie grabbed a fistful of wet grass, pushing her body upward with a bloody spit into the dirt.

Deserved.

Practically drenched to the skin, she moved on, knowing that staying still put her at more of a risk than the latter. Every twist in the trail seemed familiar, the woods a never ending darkness that even she struggled to navigate. Ellie pushed through bramble weed, only for a colony of beetles to scurry straight across the toe of her boots. The skittering trilled up her spine, and the last thing she needed were bugs.

It felt like centuries until she eventually caught a glint of warmth, a deep orange glow peeking through the branches — it gave her the strength to cut through the last of the clinging fauna. She staggered out of the forest, boots meeting cracked stone. There was an old weathered pathway that led to the distant temple, overgrown and vacant much like the home itself. Despite the old crumbling marble, the structure stood firm and seemingly still occupied.

Large wooden torches sat by the entrance, temptingly. A false invitation.

Ellie knew very little about who ruled these grounds, only what she needed to obtain from them. Back home, she’d been commanded to retrieve the head of a gorgon — a hefty price attached to the catch. It was enough to keep her living lavishly, servants and fruit. She didn’t think about who they were, instead what they were. It was necessary to get the job done, else she wouldn’t survive.

Still, there was something off.

The rumours were plenty, a woman with many heads. A woman composed of serpentine darkness, that could turn any mortal man to stone from nothing more than a glance. She’d heard the stories recanted over crushed wine and whispers — a priestess of mortal fear, born to purge the selfish desires of man.

In this lifetime, she was no better.

As she trudged into the open air, Ellie found herself missing the condensed constriction of the forest. It didn’t feel like she was alone. Her shadowed eyes scanned the bleak surroundings, met with nothing but weeping trees and darkness. She wasn’t spiritual by any means, religion a path she’d abandoned long ago and yet it almost felt sacrilege to wreak more blood than what already stained the marble steps. It wasn’t infrequent for her to question her own morality, but at this very moment it came with a cost.

A branch snapped.

No sooner than her head whipped around, a large body collided into hers with a bated screech. Her dagger was thrown to the wet grass. Ellie wrestled with the winged creature as it shoved her to the ground, frantic squawks fleeing very human teeth. It’s claws slashed straight through the fabric of her clothes, tearing deep into flesh. A searing cry left her lips as streaks of blood caught against the demon’s claws, wet grass clinging slick to her back.

The harpy was heavy, a cacophony of feathers and talons that slit like stones. Ellie managed to get one arm out, tearing a clump of tuft from the creature’s neck. Its high pitched whistles rang deep within her ears, enough to split the skull if she wasn’t careful. Whether this was a planned defender or an unlucky boist of anger, she had no time to unravel. Ellie continued to writhe beneath the clawing creature, bloodied hands grasping along the silage.

The moment she felt something cool and jagged beneath her calloused palm, Ellie swung.

It stunned the creature momentarily, a shriek escaping its muffled beak. The distraction gave her enough time to grasp onto her thrown knife — but not before its retaliation. Her chest heaved as the harpy let out another sickened pierce, talons grasping by the shoulder before swiping at her face. A blistering pain shot through her head as the claws caught her eyes, tearing skin alike. Ellie cried out in a heat of anger, plunging the blade of her dagger deep into the heart.

With a final screech the harpy flew.

Ellie laid there on the wet patch of earth, a mix of bloodied tears streaming down her shut eyelids. Her lungs felt stuffed with cloth, throat heaving and coated with the heavy stench of metal blood. It dripped along her mouth, down her neck. Everything burned.

Despite her attempts to get up, it felt like her ribcage alone weighed ten tons. The cold air teethed at her opened wounds, and in that brief moment, she expected it to be her last.

Ellie’s head lay limp, hair muddy amidst the dirt — until a sound caught her bludgeoned ear. Gently crushed leaves, a faint rattled rhythm that grew near. Her body wouldn’t co-operate, wouldn’t lift her heavy frame. Through bloodied eyes there was nothing to be made of, a shadow of a figure, an illusion of salvation staring down at her. When that darkness crouched beside her, something instinctive took over.

She reached for her blade weakly, barely able to force a tight grip let alone lift the weapon. Long, cold fingers encircled her wrist, preventing any attempts to proceed further. It was all growing colder in fact, her raw palms tingling as each sense slowly withered away to nothingness.

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A crackling fire tickled the shell of her ear, a low groan dripping from the back of her tongue. The world was still in darkness, each sense dampened with a heavy quilt. Everything felt warm, a pleasant fur brushing against her lower stomach that Ellie slowly began to realise was completely bare. For a moment, she simply let herself lay there. No sooner than she awoke, did the reminders of her encounter kick in. Her body stung from each slash, shoulders stiff and bruised.

A low grunt fled her dried lips as she attempted to stretch, her fragile wounds pleading a hearty protest. She keeled to the side, trembling fingers pressing against what she could now pin as cut linen tied taut around her waist. It felt strikingly close to what draped across her face. Her head still spun, a dull throb near the temple like her skull had been split down the middle. Amidst the pungent brain fog, Ellie seemed to recall where she could possibly be.

As she sat up the fur blanket fell from her frame, draping across her lap. From what she could feel, she’d been stripped of all clothing except her trousers. It should be more demeaning, but she was no stranger to waking up that way. The cloth still rested atop her brow, and Ellie couldn’t deny her reluctance to remove the bloodied rag — unsure what might remain of her eyesight.

Her mouth ran dry as she tentatively reached for the linen, dragging the soak cloth from her face. The first thing that hit her was the light, burning embers and a blur of warm shades.

A searing pain shot straight through her head in the absence of darkness, enough for her chin to drop with a low groan. Everything was spinning, a blur of texture that she couldn’t pin down. A faint ringing rattled in her ears, breath coming in dry pants. She could see, barely, but it would have to do.

Ellie peered through her raw fingers, unable to focus her eyes on the setting around her. It carried the illusion of a warm fire in a seemingly barren room. Her heart thrummed against her ribs, the instinct to move from this unfamiliar setting. There was no question she was inside the temple, but what she did question was where was the thing that dragged her here.

It was her racing heart that pushed her up onto aching knees, red bitten hands thrusting out to block a threat that wasn’t there. Shadows danced along her iris, tormentful and deceiving all at once. Her head continued to spin, vision a muddled haze of light and texture that did nothing to quell the unease that had splintered inside her gut.

Her fingertips dragged along the surface she’d been sitting on. It was warm from her weight, some sort of soft chaise laced with delicate animal fur. As she tried to make some order of her surroundings, a glint from near the bed caught the line of her eye. Ellie staggered towards the light, the silver growing bigger with every step. Resting atop a smooth rounded table was a dagger, her dagger. She didn’t need to see to know that it belonged to her, that familiar weight and bludgeoned indent on the side of the hilt.

Either you were foolish enough to leave her with a weapon, or confident enough that you had no need to fear it. She had a feeling it was the latter, and that made her heart pound heavier. She was at a severe disadvantage, half blind and injured against something that was entirely above her.

Ellie staggered through the icy marble hallways, imposingly long corridors that echoed her every breath, She kept one hand braced against the wall, dragging it along to keep her both guided and steady. Everything was spinning, vision fading in and out of focus the more she pushed herself to keep going, recklessly following the dim light that bled through the walls. She hadn’t even thought to find her shirt, let alone put it back on — still half delirious with blood loss and that heavy cloud above her head.

For a while she could’ve sworn she was walking through a maze, every turn looking the very same as the last. Just as she considered stopping, giving her the rest that her body was pleading for, she spotted a light. Subtle aqua waves glimmered against the walls, leading to an open ended impluvium.

She forced herself onward, bones weeping with every stuttered step. It felt like her head was melting into her neck, dripping down her shoulders and onto the hard floor. Ellie fumbled with the dagger in her waistband, fist clenched tight on the crooked hilt as she tried to stifle her labored breath. Her body was weak, only just managing to swim through a harsh current that continued to try and drag her under.

Eventually, the hallway parted into the outdoors, illuminating the delicate stars that hung above the large pool.

Ellie’s irritated pupils couldn’t focus on anything other than the jade tinted water that glimmered against the pale pillars. The sounds of sloshing gently sank in as the night breeze hit her open grazes in a way that nearly had her keeling all over again. She scanned the area as best she could, spine rattling with the need to stay in control despite how weak she truly was.

The thing that unsettled her the most was that she knew you were here, somewhere.

She squinted desperately through glossy lashes, clinging to a rugged pillar as she continued to search for you. The aqua glowed against her pale skin, breasts peaked in the dead night air amidst the battle to stay standing upright. Attempting this arrogant assassination while she could barely get a foot out was a definite mistake, but Ellie wasn’t thinking right now.

She was running on raw nerves and a hammering heart, needing to find the cold hand that had grabbed hers — the slithering demon that had dragged her to salvation rather than leaving her for dead in the grass.

You had ulterior reasons, that was the only way she could justify it. She needed to get to you, before you could get to her.

Lounge chairs dotted the courtyard, wooden tables with silver platters and fabrics that did little to match the crumbling temple they resided in. Fresh blood trickled from the bandaged slash at her waist, tingling down her side but Ellie was too disorientated to notice, sweat glistening against her dirtied forehead. She stumbled closer to the pool, eyes focused just enough to notice the figure that was knelt by the glowing pool.

The sloshing liquid moved through the cold air as she neared, labored breaths likely giving her away in a manner she was too distracted to realize. Ellie drew her dagger with a weak arm, trying to be stealthy despite the stammer in her footsteps and the way her hold body was threatening to snap inward. She could hear that faint rattling that always arose when you were near, the writhing mass that cradled your head.

Her mouth ran dry, throat bobbing as the serpents that made up your hair curled aimlessly around the back of your shoulders and slept like her presence meant nothing — as though she was nothing. Ellie managed to raise the blade again decidedly despite her trembling hand, the other palm considering whether it was really a wise idea to latch onto a mane of snakes just to get a blade through your neck. It was the indecision, the steadily draining force of her injuries that slowly clouded her judgement.

The glistening fangs of your ophidians reflected against her sharpened blade, some hissing as Ellie peered over your shoulder. You were bathing something beneath the water, red and flowing. The shirt. Her breath faltered, catching the blood staining your hands — the ones that had been on her wounds. It sent another tremor down her bones, and that was the moment she’d faltered.

Her feet took a backward step, hoping to recalculate but the adrenaline that had kept her upright till now was swiftly slipping through her fingers, gravity begging to send her back to the ground.

She lost her balance. The world left her grasp as she fumbled on shaking legs, clattering into the cold hard ground hip first. Another searing lash fled through her injured flesh as the dagger scattered from her grip, a low groan leaving her lips. Every wound on her body ached, ribs heaving painfully at the second collision. Only now was it really kicking in just how careless she was, how damn screwed she was.

Her vision fogged as your figure moved, your blurred face glancing over a curved shoulder. You were in some form of robe, in a colour she couldn’t make out as the aqua continued to glow against your skin. She tried to prop herself up on her reddened palm, to get up, but her body was angry — forcing her weight down. Her heart rattled against her bones as a faint white split from your lips, a sharp toothed smile.

“You’re aggravating those wounds, and after all that time I spent cleaning them..”

Your voice came low above the water, tinged with a lilt that didn’t belong to this time. Ellie’s chest heaved as you continued to wash her shirt so calmly, as though she hadn’t just attempted to behead you moments ago. You turned away from her with a chilling laugh, breathed and brazen and that itself made her swallow.

The way you acted was as though she was nothing, some mere mortal that amused you rather than a threat with a sharpened weapon. It made her stomach tighten, thoughts bleeding together in a flattened frenzy because for the first time — Ellie hadn’t a single upper hand. This was your temple, your domain and she was half blind and unable to stand. To make matters worse, she was now likely on your worse side. She struggled to form a sentence with her throat so dry, each breath feeling sharp against the rib of her mouth.

Sweat dribbled down Ellie’s brow as you stood up, imposingly tall and moving to hang her shirt along a wooden rack for drying. Only then did you properly turn to face her, body language guarded as you walked closer. With every step you grew clearer, pushed more into frame. Long legs, a writhing mass of hair that seemed just as interested in her as you were. They cradled your neck lovingly, some curled around your forehead and cheeks as though you were the world to them. As their host, you likely were.

She could only lift head weakly as you came to stop in front of her, the valiant hunter now defensive and delirious from weathered wounds. You crouched down, gaze all piercing before grabbing her by the jaw. Ellie grunted, immediately met by that cold hand again, the one that had no doubt undressed her to the skin and rang along her bloodied flesh. Sharpened nails pressed gently into her cheek as you tilted her jaw, and the woman beneath you obeyed through gritted teeth.

Her half lidded eyes bore into yours, chapped lips still bloodied and sealed despite her best efforts to groan something out in protest. Another sly smile spread along your face, pushing up your cheeks. Your serpents purred with interest, some slithering down to flick against Ellie’s cheek in a way that had her recoiling, body taut. It caught your interest, your brow raising before muttering something faint beneath your breath. It was a language she couldn’t place, one that made the snakes withdraw obediently. A golden chain hung down your collar, nestled between the curve of your chest.

Despite the fact that she could barely see, Ellie could tell you were a woman of beauty. That robe that flowed in the faint night breeze, that smile that both enticed and instilled fear. She wasn’t entirely sure when her troubled gaze shifted to something deeper, but soon enough she found herself unable to look away. It was like you’d cast a spell on her, something that quietened the cloud clanging that haunted the back of her mind, the things that pushed her to act.

She was moldable in your grip, bloodied face heavy — waiting for something.

Perhaps she was waiting for you to kill her, to punish her. And yet right now that seemed less likely than she’d first assumed despite the fact that she’d invaded your home and attempted to take your head more than once. Your gaze held something wiser, softer. Hands possessing a tenderness that had her weak.

“Your heart is heavy with greed, that will lead you nowhere..” You spoke low beneath that accent, as though you were hypnotizing her with the way you framed each vowel. A golden ring was pierced straight through your lower lip, and in her delirium Ellie found herself more focused on the way it moved than the words that followed. It took a moment before her head caught up, that she was here and you were practically scolding her.

“I.. I have my reasons..” She spat out beneath a strained breath, attempting once again to push herself from the cold ground but only falling further for the one that knelt before her.

The weight of your amber eyes made every scar seem more vivid, every crack more exposed. You kept her down by your grip on her jaw alone, tilting her dirty face back even further. Ellie looked up blearily, watching as your face faded in and out of focus. She caught those dark lashes, eyes that felt like temptation itself, but she knew better than to peer into them.

“Fools have reasons, men make choices..”

You spoke with that silver tongue, almost like the serpents themselves as you continued to stare down at her, and Ellie’s heart thudded louder.

“I’m not a man, nor am I a fool..” She choked out through gritted teeth, glaring up at the woman before her as best she could through what meek control remained near her temple.

You simply pursed your lips, a low softened laugh echoing from the back of your throat as if you found her the most amusing thing in the world. Ellie felt small under your touch, cheeks flamed with anger because she should’ve known better than to hunt down something with centuries of life beneath their belt.

“And yet you invaded my sanctuary, stalked my neck even after I spared your life..” You murmured beneath that heavy tongue, leaning so close that Ellie could almost feel your breath tickling her face. Her whole body felt like it was molten, melting into the ground like sapped mush. Everything was still burning, palm trembling in the effort it took to keep herself upright.

“Pray tell me, little human.. What is your reasoning for that?”

“I-..” Ellie faltered, dagger tossed and completely barren to a woman taller and graciously right in every way that she wasn’t. She was ruthless, selfish and vain. Perhaps at first, many years ago Ellie had managed to convince herself that her actions were just. Slaying beasts that ravaged livestock, threatened small towns. Back then there was no reward, no valour.

The bloodshed that sat beneath her belt now in reprise for gold was something that could no longer be considered valiant — instead a cacophony of her hunger for recognition.

“Dear thing..” You murmured soft, and Ellie could practically feel her vision shifting. It slid off the rocks and plunged straight for the coast, and for once she didn’t have the will to get back up. The water continued to slosh faintly, body slowly losing focus on all the stinging wounds. Then, she felt your hand rest upon the crown of her head. Your longer fingers dragged through her hair, stroking in light motions as you remained crouched beside her. After a moment, you leaned down — voice a slinking whisper against her ear.

“You have sought me out, now you will belong to me..”

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