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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 2 years ago

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Part 10 - Aglaea

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Part 9 -- Part 11

Pairing: Geralt x ofc (Solveig)

Summary: After nearly half a year apart, Geralt finally gets to hold his girl again. And do a couple of other things to her, possibly...

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, rough sex, mentions of blood, manhandling... Call me if you find any others!

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: Yeah, these two need it... This chapter switches between Solveig's and Geralt's POV, Geralt's is in italics!

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The door shut behind you, and that was it - the end of all civility. All propriety, all decency: out the window. The second that door closed, you were pressed up against it, with Geralt’s body keeping you there, his mouth firmly - firmly - crushing yours, hands everywhere. The frenzied movements ignited a fire within you, sent shivers down your spine and caused that familiar feeling of bliss between your legs. The feeling was magnified by the sensation of an unmistakable hardness that pressed low against your abdomen. You could tell that a part of Geralt expected you to protest his behavior, which you were sure some would say bordered on assault, but you didn’t. Not that you went down without a fight, or went down at all, for that matter, no; you matched his ferocity, pulling him closer to you, first by clutching at his shoulders, then by digging your nails into the nape of his neck. You knew it would take more, much more, to hurt this man and Gods were you going to take advantage of that. The sounds that spilled from his throat were those of an animal rather than a man, and you answered hungrily with moans and whines that begged for more. You knew from previous experiences that this was the full extent of communication you could expect from this night, and neither of you would speak until the morning.

Fuck, that mouth, those lips. Soft, sweet, yours. Your hands gripped her waist fiercely. You’d hurt her, no doubt, but you knew she wouldn’t mind. She’d hurt you - or try to, at least. It was what you always did, what you had done since your first reunion after far too long a time. Her chest felt soft beneath your hand… A groan escaped you - there were too many layers. Too much of everything but her when she was all you wanted and - fuck. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this hard - lies: it had been every single night for the past two months, as you lay in bed longing for her touch, your own hands barely able to scratch the surface of your desire for her. You needed her. And here she was, with you, touching you. Finally. Her fingers dug into your shoulders, nails into your neck, drawing grunts and moans from you as you strained to hold back. Gods, did she have any idea of the strength it took to not push her through this door, to not tear everything she was wearing to shreds and take her right here?

Geralt took advantage of your lips parting as you let out a gasp. His tongue sought to reacquaint itself with every part of your mouth. This was not a kiss, but neither of you had another word for it, either. Whatever it was, it made the kiss you’d shared at the bar seem chaste. No, this was something else entirely, this was raw and passionate and verging on obscenity, but it just didn’t matter, for the simple fact of the matter was that there was no one else in this house. For the first time in nearly six months, the two of you were together, and the two of you were alone, and you knew that there’d be hell to pay when you walked into that kitchen the next day - provided you could walk - but at this moment you didn’t care. It was just him, and never in your life had you wanted anything so much. Your hands roamed his body hungrily, carefully tracing and mapping the lines of his body, attempting to commit every inch of him to memory, your efforts ultimately limited by the barrier of clothing between you. He explored your body in a similar way; cupping your breasts through the fabric of the clothes you were wearing, wrapping around you to dig his fingers into the flesh of your ass so hard it would certainly bruise. Coats were shrugged off and flung into the corner before both of you stumbled towards the stairs, lips never leaving each other, still frantically moving hands over shoulders and backs, sticking them in the back pockets of jeans or dipping them underneath shirts to feel as much naked skin as possible in the least amount of time. How you were going to get up two flights of stairs like this, you had no idea, but you’d be damned if you were to let go of him again. Not now, not after just tasting his lips again for the first time in such a long while, feeling the intimidating vastness of his body against yours, or the heat of his skin beneath your fingertips as they traced coarse hair covering chiseled abs - no, he was yours and you wouldn’t let go.

Tongues; soft, wet and reckless. The feeling was so familiar yet so new, after such a long time. This night, that first night, it was always filled with so much worry. Had she changed? Had you? Had your devotion to one another? Though you didn’t speak - mostly because you didn’t want to, partially because you didn’t have to - you knew exactly what was on her mind. It was etched into the features of her face, the sound of her moans and the heat between her legs. Fuck. Too much, too much of everything. One ear out for your roommates, one to keep watch on her reactions, the sound of your own heartbeat matching the pulse that rushed in your ears, the sound of hers, out of sync with yours but equally erratic, the feeling of her hair on your hands, the denim of her jeans beneath your fingers, the drop of sweat on your brow, lips, tongues, teeth clashing, the taste of beer on her lips, the smell of it on her breath, the familiarly intoxicating smell of her that radiated from between her thighs… Too much. Not here…

It was Geralt himself who got in the way of your plans to hold on to him when he threw you over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing and practically raced up the stairs two steps at a time. Perhaps he realized in a moment of clarity that there was no way for the both of you to climb the stairs with your bodies attached like they had been before. In no time, it was his bedroom door you were pinned against, this time with your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands firmly grasping his silvery-white hair, ridding it of his signature half-updo, watching briefly as the locks fell down beside his face before returning to your frantic kiss. The way he held you now left him pressing the bulge in his jeans straight to your core, providing more friction that heightened your ever growing desire for him. Never had you dared dream that you could want him even more than when you saw him in the bar, but your own body surprised you. You lowered your legs to get back on the floor, pulling on his neck to make sure his lips didn’t leave yours - he was a bit taller than you, not much - and reached for the doorknob behind you, opening the door and dragging him inside. Your fingers traced the muscles of his back through the black fabric of the shirt he was wearing until you reached the bottom of it and once again slid your hands underneath. His skin was hot beneath your fingers, his muscles tense. With one swift movement, the shirt was off, cast away into some unimportant part of the room. It was his turn to be pinned against a door - you knew he let you; if this man decided he wanted you elsewhere, he’d have you there in a matter of seconds - while you admired his now half-naked form. No matter how often you saw him like this, he always surprised you: This man was a god - and he was all yours. Your lips crashed against his again; this time, he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, biting down sharply on the supple flesh, drawing a whimper from your throat and causing you to dig your nails into his broad shoulders. They matched the increasing pressure of his teeth on your lip and you knew that either one of you would have to yield or this was going to be the moment one of you drew blood. Neither of you stopped.

You picked her up as if she was nothing - no, she was everything. She weighed nothing. - and stormed up the stairs as if your time on this earth was running out. It wasn’t - your time together wasn’t even running out. You’d get her for such a long time, longer than you had ever before, yet you couldn’t wait, couldn’t slow down, you had to have her. Another door, fuck. Still too much between you and her, too much between you and this damn room! But her lips called to you and you answered. It was her who led you into your room and pinned you against the door. You humored her, she knew it. Fuck! This was taking too long. Your teeth found the soft flesh of her plump lower lip, biting down sharply, feverishly, and possibly a little too enthusiastically. The taste of her blood filled your mouth as your teeth broke the delicate skin of her lip, right around the time you felt her sharp nails tear through the skin of your back.

Geralt started pushing you towards his bed, and you did very little to resist him. Neither of you was quite sure how you managed, but in the four or five steps it took the two of you to get there, most of your clothes were discarded and scattered throughout the room until both of you were in nothing but your underwear, and even that somehow found its way to the floor before you hit the mattress. Each time you and Geralt were reunited after a long time, you were surprised and startled by reminder of how incredibly fast he was - not in a way that was hurried or erratic, just quicker: before you even registered the touch of your back to the covers on his bed, he had already dipped his head and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples. One hand was kneading your other breast, fingers once again pressing into your skin so desperately that you were certain they would leave bruises, the other hand dug into your spine between your shoulder blades, pressing your body tighter against his mouth. His tongue drew circles around the hardened bud on your chest, and you whined at the sensation, especially when he sank his teeth gently into the pebbled flesh. In the meantime, your hands roamed his back, fingernails digging in whenever he bit down, more and more heat pooling between your legs every time his teeth made contact with your skin. His mouth returned to yours after mirroring the treatment on the other side. His hands slid down to your hips, where they worked diligently on the creation of the next set of bruises, accompanied by untamed snarls and menacing growls.

Finally! That was it. Clothes were being discarded and it was her skin on yours, hot and sweaty, salty, musky, sweet. Fucking skinny jeans, why? Get off! The scent of her arousal became so much more potent once they were off, and you inhaled it so gladly. It made your cock twitch and all but obliterated the last shards of your self control. Fuck, fuck! You moved a bit too fast, it startled her; you knew your time apart made her forget how you moved and though you had tried your very best to slow yourself down for her, there was only so much you could do. She was so soft, so warm, she smelled so good and the moans and gasps that escaped from her were intoxicating. Her skin felt good in your hands, so good that you dug into it greedily and without care. Your fingers would leave bruises, you both knew it. Good, you thought as a feral growl erupted from your throat, you’d show everyone; this was your woman.

Normally, you were happy with Geralt’s patience; he was well-endowed and always made sure you were ready before things got too heated and thinking became impossible for either of you. But today, you felt like you were in a hurry, though you very decidedly weren’t; you had two weeks to spend with the man, and after that, at least the whole remainder of the academic year. The two of you could have taken your time with each other ten times over and still not run out. Besides, from the moment you’d stumbled through that front door until now, barely five minutes had passed. Yet somewhere inside you was a voice, a whisper that chanted nothing more than desperate pleas for him to take you now, saying repeatedly that this was taking you too long, that you needed him inside you right this second, or else you would burst. Your hand reached between your bodies, where it found his cock. A grunt spilled from his throat as your fingers wrapped around his shaft, your fingertips resting on a vein that drummed the impassioned rhythm of his heart against your skin, and you guided him to your entrance. He sighed as he felt the wetness between your legs and without much thought he sank completely into your throbbing heat. You threw your head back instinctively at the intrusion, forcing your mouth away from Geralt’s, gasping in ecstasy at the feeling you’d missed so incredibly much over the past months.

“Fuck,” he growled against your throat, relishing the feeling of your tight, wet cunt clenching around his length. There was absolutely no doubt that he’d missed this just as much as you had, maybe even a little more. He pressed a soft kiss below your jaw before focusing his attention on your neck, carefully seeking out the sensitive points, sucking and licking your skin as he slowly began to move his hips. Every single move he made pulled a moan from deep within you, and when he increased his speed, it almost knocked the air out of your lungs. The room was filled with the sound of his hips, slamming into you erratically and carelessly, your feverish moans and whines, his guttural grunts and growls and the noise that came from the bed - had you allowed yourself any time to worry, you would fear it would break. At some point, the faint sounds of at least some of the others returning home was audible in the background, but neither of you paid it any mind: it truly was just the two of you in your little bubble.

Your senses told you she was ready for you, but you hesitated - as you always did on those first nights of your reunions. Every time, you wondered if she knew of your doubts. You had never hurt her like that, never entered her body as she was unprepared, and you never planned on it! But did you remember correctly? Did you still know her like you used to? In your current state of ardor, you decided it would be best not to take any chances, and so you waited until she hungrily wrapped her fingers around your girth and guided you. She was ready, so were you - there was no questioning that - and you needed to be inside her. Now.

You woke up to the soft sound of a violin - Sherlock, you knew from the last time you visited, nearly a year ago. It was a pleasant sound to wake up to. Geralt had explained to you once that there was a list of pieces he wasn’t to play early in the mornings - the result of some quarrels when Sherlock had first moved in and some of the housemates suddenly found that there were just some pieces of classical music they couldn’t stand. Everything was fair game after 11 AM, however. Your eyes drifted shut again as you prepared to doze off to the lovely music, but the lips that pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades pulled you back. A hand brushed softly from your knee to your hip, lingering there a short while before wrapping around you, pulling you closer. Now, those devious lips found your neck, where they placed the next kiss, which was met with a moan - and a hiss when the stubble surrounding the lips brushed the skin of your neck. It felt a little raw, which wasn’t surprising, after your adventures from last night. Geralt moved to kiss your shoulder as his hand snaked between your legs, pulling you even closer as he pushed his hips into your ass.

“Hmm, again?” The sound was half chuckle, half moan. You swore the stamina of this man was going to kill you someday.

“I’m not finished yet,” he playfully nipped at your neck, which normally turned you on, but right now it only made you wince.

“You finished six times last night, Geralt,” you hissed as you lazily slapped the arm he used to hold you close, “let me get some sleep, please?” After that sixth round, you’d had to beg him to stop, because you just couldn’t take any more - the evidence of which was now etched in your sore muscles and ravaged skin. Your lips must have looked like they hurt - and they did - because he kissed next to them, instead of on them. Stiff, sore and undoubtedly very ungraciously, you crawled out of bed, climbing over your very sad-looking boyfriend in the process, and found the mirror on his wardrobe door.

“Oh, shit,” you murmured as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Your hips, thighs, waist and - of course - your ass and chest were covered in bruises that you were sure would match Geralt’s fingers perfectly, your neck was red and littered with love bites, as were your breasts. The inside of your thighs was a sticky mess, there was no other, more gracious way to describe it.

“I need a shower,” you said gruffly, ready to get mad at Geralt for his uncontrolled manhandling.

“You and me, both,” he replied as he got out of bed. For a moment, his indifference fueled the animosity that stirred inside you, but all of that disappeared when he turned around. You would be hard pressed to find a square inch of his back that wasn’t covered in marks; little half moons - some of which were just indents from an impact that hadn’t been able to break through his skin, others were cuts from where your nails had dug in deep enough to have drawn blood - and red stripes - some simply angry and raised but otherwise intact skin, others had cut into him, sometimes looking deep enough to scar. When he turned around again, you noticed that his lower lip was swollen, and upon closer inspection, found it split. Despite your knowledge of him and his remarkable healing abilities, you felt a wave of guilt as you traced your thumb lightly along his lip, staying slightly below the broken skin. His eyes fell shut and his lips pulled into a lazy smile. Gods, that smile, it did something to you; it rekindled the smoldering embers from the night before just enough to almost forget the countless bruises and marks already on your skin. He caught on far too quickly; his tongue darted out to wet his lips as he took a few steps forward, slowly, like a predator closing in on cornered prey, his eyes hungry and never leaving yours. You mirrored his movements by slowly stepping back until you hit the door of the room with a dull thud that sounded strangely ominous. For a second, you were far too aware of the mess between your legs - both old and new - and then you were in his arms. Spread wide, completely exposed and incredibly aroused; it was far too easy for him to take you like this. There was no denying that you enjoyed it - you could have licked the evidence of your desire off his cock if you had wanted to - and despite the soreness from the previous night, you longed for more. He was more careful now, more restrained, taking his time to look for the angle that neither of you had cared to find yesterday. Geralt warmly welcomed your help and as you combined his steady rhythm with the familiar touch of your own hand, you found bliss swiftly and easily. His eyes never left your face, not to wander your body or to follow any random distraction; they stayed locked onto yours when you could keep them open, and never strayed from your face even when your gaze drifted away from his. He loved watching you unravel like this - it hardly mattered if he’d had a hand in it, although he couldn’t deny that he at the very least preferred being in the same room. Without a word or a climax of his own, he withdrew from you, a gentle kiss on your sore lips almost a bittersweet goodbye as his body parted from yours. You were handed his bathrobe - which you suspected to be more like your bathrobe, anyway, since you’d never seen him wear it - before he sought out a pair of sweatpants to put on.

After that very welcome shower, the score was 4-6 and you were fairly sure you’d woken up half of his housemates with the screaming you couldn’t contain, which formed approximately one hundred percent of the reason you sent Geralt downstairs to get the two of you some breakfast all by himself. Part of you wished you could be a fly on the wall for the conversation that was no doubt taking place downstairs, but a much bigger part of you wished to curl up in bed and die of embarrassment. You pressed a cold, damp washcloth against the scorching hot skin of your neck and sighed as you began to browse Geralt’s bookshelves in search of something interesting you hadn’t read yet. The downside of having a long distance boyfriend with interests similar to your own was that after a while, your collections of books had started to look awfully alike.

“Good morning, Geralt!” Mike greeted you in the kitchen with a grin on his face. It wasn’t his usual grin, you knew exactly what it meant, and you couldn’t even blame him. You and Sol had put in very little effort to keep quiet last night, and you knew for a fact that you’d kept half the house up until at least one. “Glad to have her back, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Mikey’s laid back nature definitely made up for most of his annoying habits.

“Who can I expect to take abuse from this morning?” You asked, flashing Mike a grin of your own. Not that you didn’t know exactly who was in the house and who was absent, but you found Mike’s way of communicating quite amusing - at times, when nothing important needed said.

“Well, Charles wisely made a break for it with the bartender. August decided to go home with Ange… Leon offered to share some of his many, many booty calls with the rest of us… How does he even remember their names? Seriously, there are so many of them!”

“Anyone else?” Getting Mike to stay on track was nearly a fulltime job.

“Yeah, yeah, I wasn’t finished! Marshall almost took him up on that offer, but he had to be up early to make it home in time, so he’s already out.”

“In conclusion, you, Sy and Sherlock?” You asked while raising an eyebrow at him. Mike generally either handed you loose chunks of often irrelevant information, or he gave you the negative of the answer to your question, and left you to figure out the rest by yourself.

“Yup,” he said with a smile. Sherlock was still upstairs, practicing. He normally had the courtesy to keep the noise to a minimum when girlfriends stayed over, even when he hadn’t been asked to do so, which led you to assume that this was his way of getting revenge for keeping him up well into the night.

“Geralt, I take it you’re making coffee?” Sy growled as he stepped into the kitchen. You felt bad, he looked like he didn’t get a wink of sleep, which wasn’t surprising, as his room was right next to yours.

“I am, no worries,” you chuckled as Sy sat down. The three of you looked up when you heard the front door close.

“What did we miss?” Charles strolled into the kitchen casually, with Napoleon right behind him.

“Six last night and four this morning,” Sy grunted and glared at you as you set his coffee down in front of him before you started on breakfast for yourself and Sol.

“Eh, shower was all her, I think,” Mike added. The kid could be perceptive when he tried. Sy and Mike waited for Charles and Leon to say something, but they kept their mouths shut. Mike crossed his arms in front of his chest, clearly annoyed - and rightfully so. If it had been either him or Sy, Leon and Charles would have ripped them to shreds. You chuckled.

“Nothing?” Sy finally said, sounding even more annoyed than Mike looked. “Listen, if you looked half as intimidating with a knife in your hands as Geralt does, maybe we’d leave you alone, too.”

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godsofhumanity · 2 years ago

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How to make a modern Persephone and Hades that is actually good, or at least better then Neon Gods, buy using some elements from it. I don't know if they are good ideas, but better ideas. Sorry if this will be long. But this is more about Neon Gods.

-The reason why the 12 Olimpians are a titel should be eather that those 9 people, and 3 families where blassed by the gods themself, but they stay mortal. Or people forget about the gods, and godesses globaly, and they come back, but can't make themself visable or something but people learnd about them, so now they become a titel. If you want this elements to be there. (if you want this can tease other mythologies (book universe? Hm? ))

-Take out the Demeter using men to get power. Make her a single mother, who actually loves her daughters, and son.

-Give Persephone's siblings a role. And instead of using a "popular female Greek mythical figures", her siblings could be Despoina (and make her really close to Persephone, and could be the middle child), and Plutus (he chuld be the youngest).

-If there is the titel thing, then make Iasion the father of them,but pased away years ago, when Plutus was just a new born.

-GIVE DEMETER A LIFE OUTSIDE OF BEING PERSEPHONE'S MOTHER. Give her friends, hobbies, intrests, anything.

-Place it in Greece, or a Geece like place.

-Have parts of Greek colture in it.

-Instead of making Persephone aranged to marry Zeus, make something else. Make Zaus wanting to have Persephone in an another way, and Demeter tryind to protect her.

-If there is a Hera then give her more then being a jealous crazy wife.

-Give Hades an actuall personality.

-The three puppies can stay. They defenetly can stay.

-Give them some powers.

-The first spicy screen between Persephone and Hades happands after one or two mounths. You know, when both of them knows the other, and can thrust each other. And give them a much shorter safe word.

-Explain the things that need to be explaind (a thing that Neon Gods faild)

-And make a better climex. Make Hades kill Zeus in a duel. Make Persephone kill him to protect or save Hades or Demeter from him. Make Demeter kill him to protect herself, or to protect or save Persephone or Hades, or to revenge Iasion's death. Hell if there is someone with the titel Here you could make her kill him for the degradetion,loss, sarow, abuse, and everything she had to went through and sufferd through all those years because of him.

And here is a list of couples from Greek mythology who seriusly need more love:

-Dionysus and Ariadne (I don't have to explain anything)

-Eros and Psyche (again I have nothing to explain)

-Demeter and Iasion (again, and plus you can use this a prequel)

-Ares and Aphrodite or Ares Aphrodite and Hephaestus

-Hephestus and Aglaea.

Sorry for the bad English. It's not my first launvige. Good bye.

hiii no worries about the english, i can understand everything perfectly <333

thank you for taking the time to share ur thoughts about Neon Gods, i agree with some of your points and disagree with others, so i thought id just reply to each one?

and, also, i thought i should just reiterate that the premise of Neon Gods honestly i think is pretty good, and i liked the concept of everything, i just think the execution was a bit poor. and it's ok that it's a smut book, i get that that's what Katee Robert's audience expected and that's what Robert herself wanted to write, and that's fine, but there's no reason why Neon Gods can't be indulgent AND good fiction at the same time!!

i don't actually think the gods should be involved at all. and i think maybe that's what Robert intended since there isn't really any mention of the gods themselves, except when people are frustrated and go "gods-dammit". because, if say that the gods actually exist in this modern au, it kind of makes it confusing. so, i like the idea that the Olympians do NOT exist in this modern au. their names are strictly titles with NO relevance to mythology at all. the characters themselves are unaware of the mythology they have come from, they only know these greek names as titles. therefore, i think Persephone's name shouldn't have been Persephone. she should have simply been "Kore" or "Cora", and "Persephone" should have been the title that goes hand-in-hand with "Hades", just as "Hera" went hand-in-hand with "Amphitrite".

Yes, i didn't like the idea of Demeter using men. if that aspect of her needed to be included, then i think the full brutal history of Demeter being violated by Zeus and Poseidon needed to be included also. not enough people talk about her history with those two.

AGREE! i would kill to see Arion being included as Persephone's little brother. Eurydice, Callisto, Psyche??? these names literally had no relevance whatsoever to the Hades x Persephone myth.

hmm. the story IS about Hades and Persephone, not really Demeter. in this story, Demeter's role IS as Persephone's mother. she's not the main character. including a full on backstory that's not contributing to the plot just to explain Demeter's hobbies etc, sort of would just make the story very blocky and difficult to follow.

yep, i wouldn't mind if this took place in actual Greece. or even if Earthly cities were just not mentioned at all. there was no need for Persephone to say she'd like to go to California thus positioning Olympus in America.

DEFINITELY AGREE.

ok, i saw some other people's comments about Neon Gods was how ridiculous it was that Persephone would get married to Zeus, but i actually did not see this as a problem. accepting first of all that Greek gods' family dynamics do not work the same way that mortals' do, AND that Zeus was known for having affairs with his mortal descendants, his siblings, his aunts, etc., this move isn't that unexpected. AND in Orphic tradition, Dionysus is the son of Zeus and Persephone, and Nonnus in Dionysiaca even says that Zeus "ravished" Persephone and she had Zagreus as a result, who is like, the first incarnation of Dionysus. so, this concept of Zeus and Persephone "getting together", whether willing or unwilling, is not new. and frankly, it fulfilled its purpose in identifying Zeus as the villain, which is what Katee Robert wanted, and that's ok in this modern au. so im fine with this one.

there is no Hera in Neon Gods? because, it's just the title given to whoever is the current "Zeus"'s wife. so, Persephone is the one who would become "Hera" by marrying Zeus. and that's fine, since, it is just a title. none of Zeus' former wives are given a name, or a backstory from which we might infer that they were "jealous" or "crazy".

Hades... always with the "tall dark handsome" trope. although, this time, he was buff and a male dominatrix too ((sorry idk what the correct term is lol)). i agree that Hades was very wishy-washy. at first he was like "i work alone, i never trust anybody", and five seconds later he's like "holy shit im so in love with u Persephone ur making my brain explode and i cant control myself when im around you". Sir, you have known her for 1 day exactly. the story is about Hades and Persephone, so yes, i would like to see more about Hades and Persephone outside of their relationship because that actually affects the story.

THE PUPPIES ARE STAYING

hmm, i don't think there should be any magic or powers. this is a modern au, so i do like the idea that everything supernatural is removed. it's just a guy and a girl and the strange circumstance they're in.

i thought the safeword was kinda funny, i don't have any qualms with it. but yes, agree with the rest.

only 3 characters in this book required a solid backstory: the heroes (Hades, Persephone), and the villain (Zeus). but Zeus was so unterrifying, it was just a bit pathetic. we needed to see more of Zeus, whether that was Persephone discovering one of his wives' dead bodies, or Zeus revealing that Hades' parents actually killed Zeus' son Heracles. idk. there needed to be something solid about him there.

Hades sort of does kill Zeus in a duel? i mean, Zeus falls out of the window while fighting Hades. this story was not about Demeter, so i don't think she should have killed Zeus. it should be either Hades or Persephone. also, i love Iasion x Demeter, but, too many love interests derails the story. Iasion shouldn't have been in Neon Gods, and he wasn't.

Dionysus x Ariadne and Eros x Psyche are literally the two most popular greek romances after Hades x Persephone that i've seen people write for, so i don't know that they need more love ((literally Katee Robert's next book in the series is about Eros x Psyche)). Ares x Aphrodite, i feel cannot be separated from Hephaestus x Aglaea,,, that story gives me brainrot and ive actually written my own version of it hee hee but yeah, i don't think there that much about them out there.

anyways!!! yeah. this was very lengthy but, thanks for sharing Anon!

#anon #anonymous #asks #long post #neon gods by katee robert #edit: also. one of my tags about the review of Neon Gods is like ''how do u justifying marrying persephone off to zeus''#and in this post i literally just explained it. but what i meant by that original tag was #''how do u justify DEMETER AGREEING to marry persephone off to zeus'' just to clarify..

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avintagekiss24 · 3 years ago

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𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐚. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲.

--𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: poseidon!bucky barnes x black!grace!reader (thalia - "blooming")

--𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4986

--𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ ONLY, smut, sex, vaginal fingering, handjob, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, praise kink, face sitting, biting kink, named reader

--𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: "don't act so innocent, i heard you" + "those are the moans i love to hear" + "have you never been touched like this before?" + face sitting + praise kink

--𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞: @thanatosfic 1k greek mythology challenge → the charites or graces, Charis, Aglaea, Euphrosyne and Thalia are goddesses of charm, beauty and fertility who are amongst the many children of Zeus. They arrange feasts and dances for the Olympians and attend to them.

--𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is the second thing i've finished in six months... i hope it's, ya know, good. in this one, "you" have a name. "you" are thalia, one of the graces that attends to the olympians. please enjoy :)

for my friendo @littleheavensangel2. get well soon babes.

--𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: banner by @maysdigitalarts ; quote by Vi Khi Nao via @metamorphesque

Butterflies dance in your stomach as you hurry around the long marble table, tossing flower petals every which way. You stop to straighten an ornate bowl overflowing with fruit and turn one of the many wine bottles a tick to the left to get it just right. Aglaea, Euphrosyne and Charis float around you, their hands full of the finest meats and cheeses and the plumpest, juiciest fruits. The four of you all are suddenly laughing— the excitement of the evening bubbling over as the harpist continues to play from the corner of the patio.

“Thalia,” Euphrosyne calls to you, flicking her fingers towards the edge of the table, “Quick, quick! Straighten the chairs.”

There’s twelve in all. Five on each side, two at each end. They’re all beautiful, the chairs. Hand carved out of the strongest oak in all of Olympia. Each one blessed and prayed over by the high priests and priestesses. Each one slightly different to suit its rightful owner. The two chairs at either end, oh, they are truly magnificent. Both tall and wide. Heavy— cast out of gold and iron, and draped in the finest of silks. Thrones fit for two kings.

There’s a sharp crack through the dark sky— a flash of blinding light followed quick by a loud clap of thunder. A smile breaks onto your face.

“Hurry!” you shout toward your sisters, “They’re close!”

A clatter of plates and golden silverware fills the air, the glup glup glup glup of red wine filling twelve chalices. The hurried pads of three sets of feet against the marble floor as you rush to put the final touches on the table. There’s another sudden crack of lightning that spiders throughout the sky. Another boom of thunder, this time so loud it shakes the ornate table. You snap towards the head of the table and within a blink, the first of the twelve has arrived.

“Zeus,” you smile, dipping your head and eyes to the ground right along with your sisters, paying respect.

“Father,” he corrects warmly, “Come here, girls.”

The four of you sprint towards him, nearly knocking him over with your embrace. His laugh is loud, rolls through his chest much like the thunder he commands as he hugs you all tight. Within minutes, there’s more flashes in the sky, but now a little less grandiose. One by one they start to appear. Aphrodite, Demeter, Ares, Hera. Hephestus, Apollo, Athena, Artemis. Hermes, Dionysus— until eleven of the Olympians stand before you. Chatter fills the air within minutes. Chairs scuff against the floor as they all take their rightful seats.

Aglaea, Euphrosyne and yourself are off, flirting around the table, making sure that there isn’t a want or need among the group. You’re so busy in fact, you don’t notice the large waves that start to break out in the middle of the ocean. The tide starts to rush in, the dark water slapping against the bottom steps of the large staircase that leads up to the sprawling terrace.

It’s the whistles of the dolphins that make you turn to peer out across the Aegean sea. The waves grow larger, roll faster as the dolphins start to jump from the water, slicing through with ease as they advance towards the feast. Something else cuts through the water beside them— something big— a large, dark shadow casting throughout the sea. There’s a strike of gold in the waves, flashing every now and again as it draws closer to the stairs.

You take a breath. Swallow hard as the butterflies return to your stomach. There’s still one empty chair.

The waves break again, this time loudly, a white, bubbly froth rolling off of the water. There’s a white light cutting through the water now, the shine of gold no longer dulled by distance. Three sharp tips of a trident start to emerge as the water rolls back. The neigh of the four hippocampus’ filling the air as they break through the turbulent sea, their wings flapping so hard the air underneath them pushes you back a step or two.

Zeus rolls his eyes, a slight smirk on his lips as he takes a gulp of his wine, “My dear brother loves an entrance, doesn’t he?”

You barely hear the words— your eyes stuck on the glorious chariot that glides over the top of the water. The gold trident glinting underneath the bright stars as the sea-horses come to a skilled halt just at the bottom of the stairs. A loud click rings through the air, the trident stinging the bottom step, and then the ground starts to shake. So hard in fact that the Olympians spring forward in their seats, grabbing chalices and wine bottles before they topple over.

He strikes each step with the trident as he moves up them, sending tremors throughout the ground with each. Brilliant blue eyes find yours as soon as he clears the top step and there’s a deep tremor within you. Your stomach goes tight, breath shallows as you squeeze your thighs together, trying to suppress the sudden ache underneath his trained stare. His long, dark, wavy hair sticks to his wet skin, falling over his shoulders and back. A naked, broad chest, tight abs littered with silvery, old scars— reminders of a long life and many, many feuds for the hot blooded God.

Your eyes continue to venture down, down, downward. Down the little path of his happy trail, through the thick tuft of dark, wiry hair… you swallow again. Lips parting slightly as his cock swings with each graceful step, and you're taken back. Right back to that sunny, warm day. The green grass tickling your back, hot lips on your neck and chest, dirty, slurred words stuffing your ears. Teeth nipping, fingernails scratching and snagging your skin. Your soft flesh in his hands as hips push and pull—

There’s an elbow in your ribs, startling a gasp out of you. You snap your head towards Euphrosyne, blinking wild as the memory fades and try to reorient yourself.

“Poseidon. Nice of you to join us, dear brother.” Zeus booms as his older brother falls into his seat at the other end of the table.

Poseidon only smiles in return, grabbing his glass and gulping it down in three quick swigs before he holds it out aimlessly. Before either of your sisters can move, you have a bottle of wine in your hands— the God needs some attending. He cuts his deep eyes towards you quickly before returning them to his brother as you refill the glass in his hand, tilting his head so the gold crown that sits atop it can glint underneath the stars.

Zeus laughs warm and full, drawing a wider smile and an eyebrow wiggle from Poseidon, “Oh, how I’ve missed you, Poseidon.”

“And I’ve missed you— all of you,” Poseidon smiles, a chorus breaking out as the younger Gods all return the gesture, “Let’s enjoy the evening, hmm? Ladies? How about a song and dance or two.”

The night passes on. Bottle after bottle after bottle of wine is poured and discarded. Bowl and bowls of fruit, tray after tray of meats and cheeses devoured like their nothing. They’re loud and happy, the Gods. A family united for just an evening without interruption, without worry or grief or angst. No problems to solve, no wars to fight. Just laughter, and love. A familiar comfortableness falling over everyone— except you, that is.

Stormy eyes are on you with every move you make, piercing you right to the core. You keep yours averted, on everyone but him as you sing and dance, because if you do so much as glance at him, you’ll dissolve, right then and there. You’re a puddle of nerves, of want, of desire. Warm and fuzzy, brain scattered with static at the dark thoughts of him. Poseidon. On you. In you— stuffing, stifling, consuming every inch of you.

You miss the stretch. The fullness— and he can feel it. He knows it’s been far too long since you’ve been plucked like a fruit. Driven to the very depths of unbridled passion and only to be brought back by him and him alone. He wanted you to have an appetite for him, and he’s succeeded— much to his delight.

“Thalia, darling,” Aphrodite calls, waving you over with a delicate flick of her hand, “We seem to be out of fruit, sweet girl.”

You grab a few empty bowls from the center of the table, “I’m so sorry, I’ll pluck some right away.”

“No hurry, “Ares says cooly, pulling Aphrodite from her chair, “We’re going to dance. She’ll forget all about the fruit.”

Aphrodite winks at you, following it up with a soft smile, “No hurry,” she whispers so only you can hear before placing her finger to her lips.

Their secret is safe with you.

Rushing off all the same, you’re secretly happy to get away for a few minutes to calm down. Once you’re by the stream, under the ripe trees, fingers brushing lightly along the leaves of the full bushes, you start to relax. Close your eyes and take a deep breath, letting the sweet night air fill your lungs. You center yourself for just a moment— mind, spirit, soul— bringing them all together before opening your eyes slowly and pushing a focused breath out between your lips.

The soft rush of the water from the stream before you adds a natural soundtrack as you pick and pluck more fruit. You hum a little, eyeing each peach, every bunch of grapes, each apple, orange, raspberry and blueberry, only the best reaching the basket on your hip. There’s a soft, warm breeze, tickling you and the leaves, a random fish jumping up and plopping back into the cool water of the stream.

A sudden hand around your naked waist startles you, making you jump and gasp, your basket falling to the ground. You’re pulled back, back into a hard chest and stomach, another hand slithering up your bare thigh. Rogue fingertips forging a path from your left hip, across your lower belly, to your right hip. You close your eyes again as your chest heaves, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as a mammoth hand cups both of your breasts and teeth nip at your exposed neck.

“I still make you nervous, young Thalia?”

The words are slow. Whispered and hot, right up against the shell of your ear. He chuckles real low and it vibrates through you, the sound— the feeling— striking that pesky little nub between your legs. Thick fingers skip along your side, up and down, up and down, grabbing and kneading the soft meat of your waist before pushing along your belly again, gripping and groping all the while. His thumb and index fingers find a piqued nipple, rolls it gently. Pull on the taut, brown nub just until it hurts before he rolls it again.

You whimper, real sweet and helpless, just a puddle of feral emotion in his hands. Your legs instinctively part on their own, stance widening, inviting those wandering fingers to go lower. To find that perfect little—

“Ah—” you moan, your chest arching away from his as he immediately heeds the queues your body is sending, “Poseidon,” your voice hushed, teeth digging into your bottom lip to quiet another moan.

“Don’t act so innocent, I heard you,” he teases, working his fingers along your clit before slapping your warm, sticky skin, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“They’re gonna catch us—”

“Let them,” he growls, “I’ve been thinking about you all day and now that I have you,” he gives your clit a little pinch, chuckling against your ear again when you squeak, “I’m not letting you go.”

If you had any resolve, any at all, you wouldn’t be able to find it if you tried. Warmth pools in your belly and starts to spread slowly, throughout your arms and legs, right to the tips of your fingers, the top of your head, the bottom of your feet.

His feather light touch sends ripples up and down your spine as your hips start to grind, “Poseidon,” you moan, stretching out his name.

“That’s right,” he purrs, his wet tongue sneaking out to lick your neck and just behind your ear, “Have you never been touched like this before?”

He pulls you back into him, cock twitching against your ass as he massages your clit, soft little circles. He stretches his fingers just a bit, starts to prod at your slit, pushing just inside before he hisses in your ear, “Of course you have. You’re so wet for me, sweet girl. Can anybody else do this to you? Hmm?”

Before you can respond, he shoves two fingers in— all the way in until the heel of his palm cups your hot sex. Your knees buckle, but Poseidon just tightens his grip. Drops his arm from around your tits to your waist, squeezing tight as he starts to fuck his fingers into your cunt. The squelch of your wet muscles is pure filth to the ears— but it's so good. So deep, hitting that little spot that doesn’t even seem real until it’s touched.

“Your fingers feel so good,” you pant, “S-s-so guh-good.”

Poseidon smiles wide before kissing your cheek, “What’s that, little one? Hmm? Let me hear you baby, say it again.”

Unwrapping his arm from around your waist, he grabs your chin. Pushes it with the tips of his fingers until your neck is craned, mouth hanging as a moan whirs in the back of your throat. He kisses you hard, his tongue grazing the roof of your mouth as he groans low and deep. You’ve missed his mouth— his taste. It’s ruined you, that mouth. For all mortals and Gods alike. You are his, and his alone; and it gives you great pleasure to own it.

“Say it again, sweet Thalia. I want to hear it,” Poseidon whispers, hot, swollen lips brushing against yours, “Tell me how good I make you feel.”

He curls his fingers, pets your insides with quick little strokes. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, and reach back for him, your hand finding and digging into his dark hair as you bare down into his pumping, stroking fingers. He traces your bottom lip with this thumb, shoving the tip inside and then adding his index and middle fingers. Instincts kick in again, your lips wrapping around his thick, warm digits, sucking lightly as he hums in delight.

“I can’t hear you, honey.”

“Your fingers feel so good inside me,” you mumble, mouth full.

He slams his fingers into your achy cunt one good time, then cups your wet, swollen sex real soft, thumb petting your clit. Digs his fingernails into the meat of your hip, a quick sting of pain ripping through you, “Do you want me, little one?”

“Yes—”

“What do you want from me?”

“You know what I—” he pinches your hip a second time, hard enough to make you yelp, “I want you to fuck me, Poseidon. Please.”

He chuckles again, the vibrations from his chest rumbling through your tight body, “That’s a good girl. But, first things first.”

Poseidon pulls his fingers from you, leaving you empty and aching. You turn, and find him a few steps back, head cocked, a smirk on his handsome face, “Well?” he purrs, holding out his hand to you, “Attend to me, sweet Grace.”

You take his hand with no hesitation. Close the gap between the two of your bodies and keep your eyes on his as you sink to your knees in front of him. You can’t take your eyes off of his, really. Even as you grab his hips, skip your nails up and down his sides and then over to his flat, hard stomach. Drag your fingers through the dark hair at his navel and then up to his broad chest, blinking wide, innocent brown eyes at him all the while. His large palms find either side of your face, caressing your cheeks sweetly before rubbing his large thumb over your bottom lip.

A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. Then, and only then, do you drop your eyes from his, take a deep breath as you curl your hand around his already weeping cock. You use both hands, stroke him slow, twisting them in opposite directions just as you press your lips to his red, wet cockhead. Poseidon exhales slow, lets his lids slip close over those blue eyes, his dark, long lashes spreading out over his cheeks. A giggle slips past your lips before you dig your teeth into your bottom lip, sending your eyes back up to his face and chest, watching the breath hitch when you slide your hands back down his cock.

The pad of your thumb sweeps over his cockhead, collecting the wet that's dribbled from him to push it back down his length. Your right hand slips away from him, down to his heavy sac to palm his most delicate. Squeezing gently, you lean in again, kiss his head again before pulling your thick, pillowy lips away, starting to jerk him faster as his thighs start to tense. A sweet hum sounds in the back of your throat as you encourage him, rolling his balls between your fingers before you start to rub and palm them gently, your other hand still working his cock.

You release your grasp quick— giggle and bite your lip again as his heavy cock bounces up and down. Twitches with anticipation and lust. Your hands find him again, stroke him harder and faster, fingers pushing all the way up— sweeping over his tip before pushing all the way down to his base. Then, you pull away again. All the way back, hands falling to your thighs as his cock sways back and forth, so hard and hot and heavy. You’re wet and warm, fuzzy all over, a string of your arousal stretching from the lips of your cunt to the very inside of your thigh, a little bubbly and clearly in response to how he responds to your touch.

He’s louder now, breath rushing in and out between his lips and teeth. Stomach and chest tightening as his thigh muscles tense and relax at the constant pressure and warmth of your hands. His head rolls back slow, facing the heavens, his long, dark, wet and wavy hair spilling over his shoulders and back. Rough hands, massive and warm find your head. Push around your hair, down your cheeks, salty fingers over your lips. Then down your neck and chest, catching thick nipples just at the tips of his fingers. He palms what he can of your full, jiggling tits, squeezing hard as he mumbles and moans.

His cock jumps in your hand. Balls tighten up as he exhales harder than before. Grabs your shoulder suddenly as he thrusts his hips forward. He tenses again, all over— stomach, chest, thighs— grunts all sweet like just as he always does before he cums.

You slide your hand down his cock one last time, grip his heavy girth tight as he starts to shoot ribbon after ribbon of thick, white hot cum. Can’t help the moans of your own that bubble up in your throat, feeling his cum surging through him and spilling out onto your chest and into the grass. You start pumping him again, coaxing it all out, draining him of his seed as it dribbles down the backs of your fingers.

Poseidon whimpers through his orgasm. Imagine it. One of the three most powerful Gods to walk this earth, whimpers as sweet as one of your songs. Pride swells in your chest as these tiny, honeyed sounds drip from his perfect mouth. You smile again, real big as you blink up at him, wanting and needing— craving— more praise from him.

“Whew, girl,” he finally musters, his large hand cupping your chin as he pushes out another deep breath, “My precious little Thalia sure knows how to please me, doesn’t she?”

“Oh,” you purr, “It gives me great pleasure being able to please you so, Poseidon.”

“Good girl,” he smiles, soft eyes gazing over your face, “Very good girl. On your hands, my sweet. Face the stream.”

You fall to your hands, turning from him as you take a deep, steadying breath. Poseidon shifts behind you, dropping slowly to his knees, dragging his lips down your back as he goes. He squeezes your tits before sliding his hands down your sides, placing his lips right in the small of your back as he settles on his knees in the grass. Those big hands move around to your stomach again as he continues to press kisses against you— along your ass and the backs of your thighs. His tongue sneaks out, licks the crease where your cheek meets your thigh before he bites down lovingly, all while squeezing the soft meat of your belly.

And then he’s gone. Lips, hands, tongue— just gone, leaving your body instantly cold. Panicked even. Your eyes pop open. A sharp, light gasp filling your lungs with the night air as his fingers push through your folds, prodding at your opening before rubbing your clit. A hand finds your hip again, slips up to the base of your spine before it pushes up the length, feeling each bump and groove of your bones until he palms the back of your neck. Wraps his fingers right around.

Your breathing hurries, heavies as you feel his thighs against the backs of yours, his hips against your ass, cock pushing at your wet hole. Another gasp fills your lungs when his thick cockhead breaks your threshold, cock sliding into you slow, filling up all the space your body has to offer him. He falls over you, chest to back, one hand on your hip, the other still around the back of your neck, as soon as he’s bottomed out in you. The two of you both breathe heavy, not moving, just getting accustomed to one another again as if it’s been a lifetime since you’ve connected in this way.

Your cunt squeezes around him instinctively, welcoming the tight fit. Then he moves. Straightens back up and rolls his shoulders before pulling out of you— almost all the way out— before plunging in again. You lunge forward with each thrust, the sound of your bodies slapping against each other, the squelch of his muscle in your wet, filling the night air.

Fingers find their way into the side of your mouth and you suck on them happily, greedily, as you bounce off of his hips and thighs, humming and moaning all sweet and loud. Just for him.

“That’s right girl,” he mumbles, grabbing a handful of your ass just to jiggle your flesh before he slaps it once, twice, three times, “That’s right, those are the moans I love to hear. Let me hear you.”

He forces you down, your belly and tits now in the grass as he slaps your ass again before he’s fucking back into you— resting his big hands and punishing weight into the small of your back. Pinned into the soft grass, you take every rough thrust Poseidon has to give, squeaking and shouting with each, grabbing fistfuls of the fragile grass, strands breaking under the force of your pull.

Poseidon slips a hand into your hair, tugs you up onto your elbows and forces you to look back at him as he hovers just inches from your mouth. He leans in, grabs your chin with his other hand and kisses you hard, eating up the sharp shriek and sob that falls from your lips. His hips don’t stop during the kiss, not for a moment, they just slow a bit. Plunging his cock deep and just holding there for a second before he thrusts again.

He pulls out of you as you flatten back onto the earth below and forces your hips up a little with his hands, laying behind you to sweep his tongue between your folds. Both hands on either side of your ass to jiggle your flesh as he’s nose deep in your cunt before he skips those lips over your asscheek. His white teeth grab your skin in another love bite before he plants a loud, wet kiss at the same spot. You gasp loud and deep as he pulls his tongue along your slit again, right up to your hot rim and back down to your clit. He gives that sensitive little nub a long suck and then a flick or two with the tip of his tongue before he’s lifting your hips up with his hands again, forcing you back onto your knees.

A groan passes through his lips as he pushes back in, his hands grabbing your hips as he rocks into you. Only now, you’re meeting each of his thrusts. Forcing your ass back into his hips as you keep your face in the grass. Thick fingers grab your ass, a thumb circling your fluttering rim before it slips in, sending your octave soaring.

You’re flipped over onto your back without a moment's notice. Legs forced open with two strong hands as his lips and mouth find your pussy again, “This is the sweetest fruit in all the land,” he slurs, sucking your clit back into his mouth as he peeks up at you. You roll your hips into his face, your hands digging into his hair to pull as he sinks one, two, three fingers into your sex, curling them as he pumps.

“Aww,” he chuckles as you start to really lose it. Panting, cursing, mewling as you start to get so overwhelmed. Your body tensing, hips jerking now that you’re so close— you could crawl out of your own skin, “What’s the matter? Hmm?” he slides his tongue along the inside of your thigh, stopping to take another bite of you, “Oh, I know what it is,” he laughs again, “I know what it is, you want to come on this cock, don’t you? Huh? You don’t want my fingers?”

“Yesyesyesyes,” you spit, huffy and hot and rushed, “Yes!”

He crawls over you, knocking your legs open wider with his hands and body, “Okay sweet girl,” he purrs, “I’ll give you what you want.”

Your feet come to rest in the small of his back, your hands around his biceps as he sinks into your cunt again. Mouth to mouth, forehead to forehead, he fucks you good. Hips pounding yours into the soft earth. You feel the pressure building in your belly— the warmth spreading real slow. Rushed, hot words fill your ears but you can’t make them out. A slippery tongue slithers down your neck, teeth nibble at your earlobe as you dig your fingernails into his tough skin, whimpering and screaming to the heavens.

And when it snaps, you’re just… blown. Nothing but sensation and feeling. Your orgasm ripples up and down your spine as you go all fuzzy, brain waves stuck on static. Poseidon forces his way up, resting his weight on his knuckles to watch you come. Tits bouncing, mouth hanging, eyes rolled back as tears leak down your cheeks. He fucks you right through the rush of it all, growing louder and gruffer as your warm cunt spasms around him, gripping him tight as your clit jumps.

As you shout, scream his name for all to hear, grab your tits to tease your nipples while you come, his hips become errant. He grunts hard and loud as he slams into you with everything he has until he can’t hold it any longer. He coats your already hot walls with his white hot silk— pumps you right full. Pulls out of you and strokes his cock, spilling onto your stomach and cunt, all over your pussy lips and thighs to mark you as his as he moans with a deep satisfaction.

He rubs his cockhead against your thigh, smearing his milky seed along your skin. Your breath continues to shudder as you’re hoisted up into two big arms and crushed against a wide chest. Lazy giggles rolling out as a hand slaps your ass again and again and again like a trainer congratulating his prized mare. Forever insatiable, Poseidon lays back in the grass, settles you on your knees again and wiggles down your body, until his face is right underneath your used sex.

You gasp and giggle again as your body jerks with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the warmth of his tongue through your folds again— but you wiggle down into his face anyway. Way too sensitive and squeamish to be able to handle it, but you just want him. Everything he wants to give, you want to take. He sucks your clit back into his mouth, massages it real slow as he sweeps his hands up and down your tensing thighs.

Hot lips find that little space between your leg and ass, planting little sweet kisses before he bites down into sensitive flesh. Then he’s back to your cunt, tongue sliding, pushing in real slow as he moans deep, savoring your taste and the feel of you on his lips. Two mammoth hands moving up your sides to cup your tits, squeezing hard and pinching two thick nipples as your hips roll against his lips and nose.

It’s these moments where you feel one with the earth. The wind, the sky, the water, the grass, the trees. Basking in his attention, in his warmth and protection, cocooned and consumed by all things Poseidon. It’s these moments, these little, tangible moments, where you get a glimpse of what it must feel like to be him— like an absolute God.

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