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love-toxin · 4 months ago

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Zagreus & Thanatos Commission

a/n: this is a piece for one of my beautiful commissioners!! <3 (cws: zagreus/thanatos/reader, yan!zagreus, yan!thanatos, plus size!shade!reader, canon-typical violence, blood, friends to lovers, small angst + comfort, bath sex, double penetration, breeding kink, fingering, multiple orgasms, premature ejac, light aftercare) word count: 6.4k

Zag-re-us! Zag-re-us! Zag-re-us!

In life, the Olympics themselves couldn't hold a candle to the roar of the amphitheater when Zagreus was performing. From Tartarus to Elysium you followed loyally in the shadow of the demigod's footsteps, while each spark of his sandals lit up the darkened path to his own salvation. Once he passed Theseus and the Minotaur he would vanish from your sight into the Temple of Styx, though it never dulled your admiration for him to see him leave. You knew he had a journey he needed to make, and it was only a matter of time before he-

Shiiing! The great half-bull's axe swept in a flying arc towards the colosseum's wall, and in an instant the battle was over. Sliced in two, Zagreus choked on blood for a fleeting moment before dropping facedown into the river Styx at his feet. Ah. Another loss. You felt for him, even though the rest of the crowd cheered for the mindless bloodshed. You were the first to leave while Asterius did a victorious lap round the theatre with a chorus of proud snorts–the last thing you wanted to hear was Theseus’ gloating in the face of his ill-gotten gains. They always played dirty in your eyes–two against one just simply wasn't fair.

As you stepped out into the quiet foyer of Elysium's battle center, the echo of a whisper breathed down the back of your neck, and you swiveled around to see what it was. Nothing. If not for the fact that Elysium didn't have wind, you would've assumed it'd just been the breeze.

But the great, clanging toll of a bell and the sky overhead growing dark banished the idea of trickery from your mind. Your arms raised in defense as a tremulous cyclone whipped up your clothes and the ghostly strands of your hair–and in a moment, a flash of light erupted from the earth and a man stood where it had been scorched.

A hood was draped over the crown of his head, but the white of his hair peeked out enough for you to realize he wasn't any normal shade. He was, in fact, the omen of death himself–those golden eyes pierced the name into you without his lips moving an inch. Thanatos.

Although you'd never done so before, you felt an urge to bow in his presence. He was the closest thing to a god that you'd met before, aside from Zagreus. And you knew he was the one that had carried your mortal soul down to the Underworld, even if you had no memory of it; he would've been the first to greet you at death's door, and the last visitor of the living world you would've had before you were plunged into Tartarus.

Thanatos stared you down with a callous glare. He gestured with his fingers for you to come closer, and once you did, your voice trembled out of your quivering lips.

“M-My name is-”

“I know your name.” He interrupted coolly. Of course he did. “You're coming with me to the House, shade.”

“The-?” Thanatos barely gave you a moment to think before his fingertips brushed your wrist, and in an instant your surroundings melted away to be replaced with candlelight and ornate rugs. Your body trembled and your knees buckled, though the god of death kept a firm grip on your arm, sending chills up your veins that had long since dried up in death. You'd only passed through here once and it'd been so long ago you'd forgotten it entirely; the presence of gods and minor deities and servants of Hades himself weighed on you so heavily you could barely think to stand. Your appearance by Thanatos’ side drew some looks, but most kept their distance as you walked save for Hypnos–though his twin needed only to utter a few words to shut his excitable brother up before he could make some crude comment.

The deathwalker led you to the right around a corner, past the desk where the mighty Hades usually sat but was absent for now, and darted with you in tow straight towards an open doorway. Light flooded through it the moment you entered, like you'd passed through a barrier that couldn't be seen, and there you stood in an unfamiliar bedroom; but the one washing his face in a basin was all too familiar when he raised his head and turned to glance over his shoulder at the intruders.

“Oh!” Despite being taken by surprise, Zagreus grinned and turned to face you, his hair still dripping with water that steamed and hissed as it touched his fiery skin. “My favourite shade–what are you doing here, little one?” He chuckled and stood over you like a mountain. Both he and Than easily surpassed you in height, but with the breadth and sturdiness of Zagreus’ shoulders he definitely seemed more mountain than he was man.��

On the opposing side, Thanatos threw down your hand with a dismissive huff, the gentleness in his touch having completely evaporated. He crossed his arms over his lithe chest, though his glare was at least fixed on Zagreus this time rather than yourself.

“Thought you could just get away from me, did you?” Although his façade hadn't wavered, the twinge of hurt in Thanatos’ voice hit your ears just as much as it did Zag's, whose expression soured at the sound of it.

“This isn't your business or your burden, Than.” He answered, gaze flicking over to you as if suddenly anxious about why his childhood friend might've brought you all the way here.

“Well, you were easy to track down with this one on your heels.” The older deity grabbed your wrist and shook it limply to highlight his point, as though tugging you around like a doll was the most respect he could stand to give you. “I watched her in the stands. She was practically salivating.”

“C'mon, Than.” Zagreus took on an easy tone and slung his muscled arm round your shoulders. You had to admit you felt much safer there. “This is my friend.”

“You don't have friends.” The younger of the two just chuckled.

“I have you. And I have her.” Finally he peered down at you, and tapped you gently on the nose. “Nice to see you, sweetheart. Sorry you had to see me gutted–it wasn't my finest attempt.”

“T-Two on one isn't fair anyways.” You replied. Thanatos rolled his eyes.

“I agree with that statement, at least. However, I'm more concerned with the fact that you left without so much as telling me goodbye.”

“I left when it was necessary, Than. I thought of you and hoped you'd understand.” Zagreus straightened up. “I have to do this.”

Thanatos’ gaze moved from one of you to the other; silent, calculating, and cold. Finally, he furrowed his brow and took a half-step back from where you and Zagreus stood arm-in-arm.

“Well, if you won't say it, then I will. Goodbye, Zagreus.” In an instant, he was gone–vanished in a puff of dark, swirling smoke.

“Don't mind him,” The demigod tutted before he turned towards you, his arm sliding off for his fingers to ghost down your translucent skin. You were friends, and you'd never told Zagreus about the thoughts you'd had about him, but he could still be so effortlessly flirtatious and charming no matter the circumstances. It should've put you off, but it was difficult to when it came to Zag…he was just too kind and sweet of a person to write him off as a reckless womanizer. He was much, much more than that. “You're looking good, aren't you? I couldn't get a good glimpse of you in the crowd.”

Before you could get a word in, Zagreus swept you up with him into the courtyard, where he would show you his personal armoury and take you up the hill to look out over Tartarus. All those glimmering lights in the distance closely resembled the candlelit windows of homes in the village you once resided…and as Zagreus showed you a little piece of his own, an odd, unsettling ache for what was no longer familiar settled in the pit of your chest where your heart once beat soundly.

For how prickly you found Thanatos to be, he and Zagreus got on…remarkably well.

Sure, you knew that they'd been childhood friends, and that they had a unique bond as they'd both been raised by Nyx. But despite all their quarrels and reckless competitions with each other, you'd rarely noticed two people who were so deeply attuned to one another. Like ice and fire they melted and coalesced with every brush against the other, so it wasn't baffling to eventually figure out that your crush and his closest confidant were dancing around the topic of love.

Love in itself was such a twisted thing; it could be beautiful and deranged all at the same time. It could make no sense at all and still work. That was how you saw it for them, and for that reason…well, you'd had to pull yourself away from them more and more recently. Zagreus wasn't any less flirtatious or affectionate with you as of late, in fact he'd been more than happy to invite you back to the House and tote you around his family for all eyes to see, including Hades’. He introduced you to his mentor Achilles, to Nyx, to Dusa, to Megaera–who was so intimidating you couldn't stop your knees from trembling, yet she spoke to you as gently as if you were a baby bird, even tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a mention of how pretty it was. They were all kind to you save for the head of the house himself, who would demand Thanatos bring you back to wherever you belonged instead of mucking up his floors. Regardless of whether they all accepted you or none did, though, you knew in the back of your mind that you didn't really belong there.

Neither of them had to say it. You knew by the way they looked at each other alone. Zagreus was deeply, deeply in love with his best friend, and the feeling was entirely mutual if Than's cool affection was anything to go by. Being in the House, it was impossible to ignore the soft chatter between them at the end of the west hall, nor could you look past the bottles of ambrosia that would pass from Zag's fiery hands into Thanatos’.

They were both in love. And you had no place in that realm, no right to ruin that for them or even get between them at all. It was obvious now that you could see the signs clearly; you were an outlet for Zagreus to express his affections, a tester, so he could get out all that gentility and adoration on someone without ruining what he and the incarnation of death had prematurely. And how could you even be upset with him about it? He clearly loved Thanatos with every ounce of his being, and it was foolish for you to think you even had a chance with the son of Hades himself. You weren't special when you were alive, and you were certainly no more unique as one of millions of souls that passed through the Underworld throughout eternity.

That was how you found yourself here. Your uncanny ability to move between the levels of the Underworld had, on several occasions, brought you to one of these gates with an unsettling depiction of an eye emblazoned on it. Where they led, what you might be fed into if you crossed it, you'd never been able to figure out. None of the other shades seemed to know about it, and if they did encounter a gate, they would shy away from it as if it exuded a terrible omen. But maybe, if you didn't belong anywhere else, this was where you could truly be at ease.

The last time you'd seen Zagreus was his latest victory against Theseus, and Thanatos was busy upstairs with a fresh onslaught of new arrivals off of the war. Nobody watched or listened when you quietly stuck both feet through the dark, cavernous opening…and the moment it swallowed you up, you had no idea that the peace you felt would be much more akin to a storm than you ever imagined.

The time you spent with Chaos was somewhat nebulous. Time moved slowly in their realm and it was quiet, but it was nothing even close to peaceful. They didn't seem altogether perturbed by your presence there, but their voices were hard to understand in the ears of a lowly shade, so they would talk on end sometimes without you understanding a word. It could've been ten days you spent there or ten years because it was impossible to tell in the endless dark, but when light eventually broke in Chaos’ realm and a familiar hand reached out to grab you, you were dragged back up into the lands of Elysium like you'd never even left. The cool, crisp air breached the pall of sorrow that you'd been cloaked in for time immeasurable, though there were still judgements you needed to face; namely those of the two godly men you'd neglected to say your goodbyes to.

“Where were you?!” Zagreus demanded as he tightened his grip on your shoulders. He clearly felt that wasn't close enough though, because with one look into your eyes he pulled you in closer and squeezed you against his unbearably warm chest. “Gods’ sakes, woman…”

“Do you delight in worrying me like this?” Gliding towards the happy reunion, Thanatos chimed in with a sour look on his face. “I don't care about where you went, but don't ever go there again without me by your side.”

The two of them continued to fuss over you with unexpected urgency; but why would they feel the need to in the first place? They had each other, and that was all you figured they would ever need. Why on Olympus would they ever feel lost without you?

“Look at me,” Zagreus dragged your attention back to him, and thinking nothing of it, he surged forward to catch you in a kiss. Even he seemed shocked by it, but he took it in stride–if anything, it just seemed like he wanted to do it again. “This is…why would you leave me? Just tell me why.”

“I..” Your fingertips brushed your lips in disbelief–did Zagreus really just kiss you? “I…didn't think you wanted me around.” You finally sniffled softly. “Y-You have each other, and–and I'm just a nobody by comparison.”

“Nobody?” Thanatos scoffed. You nodded, but he shook his head in disbelief. “What an idiotic assumption. You need your head examined.” He leaned down, only a cool breath away from your skin. “Or maybe your heart. Perhaps I should take it out of your chest and show it the love it's missed.”

“Wh-What?”

As the word slipped out, a soft gasp eased from your lips at the touch of Thanatos’ fingers breaching the ghostly flesh of your chest. You felt them moving from within, deeper, and deeper still, until they closed around something warm and firm that you'd long since forgotten was even there. Within his grasp a gentle thump had you jolting, like there was a flame that suddenly sparked in his palm.

“Don't mess with her, Than.” Zagreus chuckled lightly overhead. “You'll shake something loose.”

“Hush.” With a click of his tongue, he squeezed hard, harder, harder–a distinct pop resonated from deep within you, and something that felt distantly like warm blood started to pulse through your pale veins; you watched it, glowing and gold, spreading like tiny rivers down your arms and your legs.

“Th-Than…Thanatos..” Your mumbling muffled in his palm as he brought it to your mouth, quietly hushing your little cries as the unfamiliar warmth pulsed uncomfortably throughout your body. The essence of life felt unnatural after so many years spent in the comfort of death, but you would get used to it, he was certain. You wouldn't be brought back to life completely–that wasn't a power that anyone truly had, god or mortal–but he could give you a taste of the ichor that would simulate it, at least. Enough for the purposes he had in mind–enough for you to feel.

“I carried you when you passed, you know.” His nose brushed past your cheek on his way to murmur in your ear, which only intensified the strange feelings of beating, pulsing, throbbing of a body still mostly dead, but sort of alive. “You were so delicate. How you lived past infancy is beyond me.” One of his chilling hands lingered near your thigh, only to raise higher and land on your hip. “You begged me not to take you. And I…I still can't get that vision out of my mind.”

“Why?” You dared to whisper, only for Thanatos to crack the smallest, most intriguing of smiles, though it sent an unsettling shiver up your spine.

“Because I wanted you for myself.” The answer would've chilled you down to the bone if you still had any. “The Olympians never bothered to notice you. So you appealed to Death himself…and I've been taken with you ever since that day.”

That was a thought you could hardly stomach. Thanatos had thought of you over everyone else? Just because you begged him not to die, and for him not to take you to the Underworld? It made no sense at all, you couldn't wrap your mind around it, but Thanatos never made jokes and the seriousness in his gaze brought about a tense aura that you had no choice but to wither under.

“Don't forget me,” Zagreus butted in with as much of a pout as he could muster, both arms wrapped tightly round your middle so his biceps caged you in from both sides. “I was the one who got your attention.”

“Z-Zag-”

“Enough.” Thanatos’ authoritative tone blew off any and all further discussion–he grabbed both your arm and Zagreus’ and your surroundings suddenly vanished, soon replaced with the rugs, clutter, and coverings of a bedroom you'd grown readily familiar with by this point. “You're both getting on my nerves. Just shut your mouth and walk.”

He led you by the hand through the open doorway to the courtyard, but the weapons and ashy ground had morphed into something else entirely in your absence; before you laid a grand, steaming bath like the ones you'd visited in life, though this one boasted the same enchanting view of Tartarus as Zagreus had first showed you so long ago. And in a not-so-delicate fashion, when you turned to Thanatos to speak, he took both hands and shoved you backwards to tumble over the edge, splashing rather unceremoniously into the heated water. Zagreus leapt in after you, seemingly happy as a lamb just to have you back in his presence when he thought you were lost, but upon hitting the surface your skin prickled and the hairs raised for no apparent reason…until you noticed your clothes melting away into thin air, and yelped as you ducked under the water to cover yourself. Unlike you, however, Zagreus didn't seem one bit bothered by his robes doing the same–and Thanatos took his time to undress before he climbed in after you, each clasp and tie of his clothing slipping off elegantly without taking his eyes off both you and the demigod.

“Hurry up, Than.” He teased, and hovered closer at your side without coming up out of the water. He acted like a crocodile scanning the coast; with his chin barely grazing the surface, he inched closer to your inviting self with startlingly bold intent. Like he wanted to eat you up without skipping a single course. “I'm starved. I'm gonna eat this pretty girl without you, soon.”

“I'm coming,” He scoffed right back, barely even annoyed with so much expectation weighing down his shoulders. Out of instinctual courtesy you averted your eyes from his nude form as he stepped down into the water, but there was no way you could completely inhibit your curiosity. These two were acting like they really cared, like they really wanted you, and you still couldn't put a finger on why. Maybe there just wasn't any good reason, but you had to at least try to figure it out, surely?

“Don't cover up.” That cool, gray hand reached for you but he paused, seeking affirmation in the tentative graze of his fingertips over your shoulder. “Show me, go on. Playing coy with us again?” His eyes narrowed into threatening slits, much like a cobra ready to strike. “Don't you dare hold back on me.”

“You're terrifying, Than.” Zagreus broke the tension with a laugh, just to throw himself out of the water and drape his huge, heavy body over your back. “No wonder she's shy.”

“She knows what I mean.” The glint in his dark eyes sent a shiver up your spine, one that Zagreus could certainly feel when he was pressed up so close. “You left me just like Zagreus did. Without even a word. Without my permission–as the one who gave you your powers, I would expect at least that much.”

“W-Wait, you-?” The god merely nodded in agreement, which left you in stunned silence.

“The reason you may traverse the realms as you please, why you can go places no shade can enter—did you think that was all a fluke? Mere coincidence?” Thanatos shook his head resolutely. “No. That was my power that I gave to you. I bestowed upon you the greatest gift I could: freedom. Just for you to use it against me.”

“If you couldn't tell,” Zagreus licked his lips before transferring one of those wet kisses to the tender spot beneath your ear. “Than really enjoys your company, sweetheart. As do I.”

“So don't leave us again.” The omen himself glared, though with that reasoning in mind, it came off more like a pout. “Ever. Or I will track you down and make you beg for my mercy.” Despite coming off as intimidating in every other aspect, the dark flush across his nose that accompanied those words gave you a sense that the insinuation was there. Neither Thanatos nor Zagreus could ever bring themselves to truly hurt you. It just made you more curious as to how the two of them were reacting beneath the water, because it wasn't all a result of the heat, surely.

“I..I get it.” You managed to stammer out. “I didn't want to leave in the first place, I..” With a glance between the two of them, they both seemed more than eager to hear your answer. “..I was afraid I would drive a wedge between you. I thought I wasn't wanted, that I wouldn't be missed..”

“That would never happen, my love.” Zagreus hummed lowly, his voice so sweet and endearing your heart wanted to melt.

“Well, I…I really care for you both. I love you.”

A soft, breathy exhale escaped each of the men like they'd been waiting to hear those simple words for their entire lives.

“You're so sweet.” Zagreus practically moaned into your ear from his place behind you. The effect of your voice on him wasn't lost on you at all–he could barely contain himself from rubbing up against your behind, much less from caving and leaving a sharp bite on the back of your neck. “...Gods, I wanna put a baby in you so bad.”

“You what?” Your head whipped around to glance over your shoulder at him, the momentary lapse in his judgement actually bringing a slow chuckle to Thanatos’ lips.

“We've mulled over it.” He spoke with a murmur, all while letting his eyes roam over your curves that Zagreus was slowly working to pry your arms away from. “In order to make you a permanent resident of the House, we'd need you to bear the spawn of a god. Zagreus is close enough.” The man in question stuck his tongue out at his friend rather childishly for the depth of this particular conversation, and it was too much for you to even keep up with their collaborative thought process. A baby? They wanted to make a family with you just to keep you around?

“But I-”

“You seem to forget that I claimed you. Shame, I'll just have to keep reminding you.” Thanatos reached out and gripped your face in his hand. “I can do just about anything to your body that I please. You are my shade. You're special.”

“Special..?”

“Very.” Zagreus added with a kiss to your cheek. “You're more like…an angel. My angel.”

“Whatever you want to call it.” Thanatos breathed in close, barely a hair's breadth from your lips. “I once thought no god nor mortal would ever sway me from my duties. But you put that self-assuredness to shame–you and Zagreus both.” He inched closer to you amidst the ripples of bathwater, needing no clarity through the haze and the greenish hue of the pool to see the effect of your presence on him. A cold, stiff sensation prodded your abdomen under the warm water, and if not for the prince of the Underworld holding you up you would've collapsed to your knees in the face of his overwhelming power. “I'm going to make you suffer beneath me. And when you're at the edge, squirming, praying for mercy from me once more..” A sharp, slicing chill cut through your neck as soon as his lips grazed your tender throat. “..we will be the only gods to answer.”

With that, Zagreus suddenly dove into the water with a splash, his beefy arms encircling each of your thighs for him to lift you completely off your feet. The wriggling of your limbs and squeaks failed to faze him at all; he hiked each knee over his forearms and braced your back against his chest, and like a gift you were presented with spread legs to the god with as little mercy as the indomitable Hades himself.

“Cute, eh?” The prince chuckled, his deep voice rumbling against your back with you pressed skin-to-skin.

“Z-Zag, I'm too-!” Your plea cut off with a swift smack to your inner thigh, which Zagreus took great pride in craning his wrist to squeeze as he held you up like a doll.

“You're not too heavy for me. Don't underestimate my strength, sweetheart–you've never made love to a demigod.” That shit-eating grin would usually have Thanatos rolling his eyes, but right now, he was far more invested in teasing the edges of your sanity with his frigid fingertips. Your soft clit stiffened with barely a touch against it, and he seemed more than content with exploring the superficial curves of your folds until you started to soak his fingers.

“Look at that.” Mutely, he held up his fingers and spread them to show off how sticky they'd become. As embarrassing as it made you feel to be so exposed and on display, Zagreus couldn't lean over your shoulder and lick Than's hand fast enough to get a well-deserved taste. Slowly, he pumped his digits into the prince's mouth as a conflicted expression crossed his features; poking fun at Zagreus’ enthusiasm was in his nature, but there was nothing he could do to keep from growing aroused by his lover's impassioned intensity. His cock twitched up against his pale stomach, leaving behind a sticky residue of his own, and there was no doubt that the foreplay needed to speed up if either of them had any chance of lasting inside you.

“This is going to feel odd,” He puffed out hotly and drew his fingers out of Zag's mouth, just to ease them slowly inside so he could give you some preparation for what was to come. “But it won't hurt you. We're going in together.”

“At the same time, darling.” Zag chimed in, a giddy grin on his lips. “It's only fair. Besides, we're going to compete on who can knock you up first.”

“It's obviously going to be you.” Thanatos huffed, while the prince smirked in answer.

“Than hates how…virile I can be.”

“It's not my fault I don't cum like a fountain. You're going to get messy.” The fact that he even knew as much about Zagreus made your stomach twist in delightful knots; you could only imagine what they got up to when you weren't in the vicinity, but now you'd get to see it for yourself.

“Mhm. I'm gonna turn this bathwater white by the time I'm done with you.”

“You're disgusting.” Zagreus’ dick throbbed against your back at his partner's insult, which only painted a clearer picture of how filthy this was really gonna be.

“And you love me anyways, don't you?”

“Unfortunately. Now lift her legs.” His husky command drew a shudder out of you that only pleased him more. Thanatos’ gaze fixated on the soft pulses of your entrance while he lined himself up. The closer he came to entering your ghostly visage, the more your body appeared to welcome him in. Desperately. “She's giving me kisses.” He commented numbly, though the sheer innocence of his observation made it even harder not to look away. Zagreus chuckled over it, but he was the first one to groan at the sight of Death parting your folds with ease, each inch of his gray-tipped length making its home inside you while he failed to utter even a gasp. But it moved him, it certainly did, because no man alive could resist the tempting pull of such a gods-gifted woman in heat.

“Holy shit.” The prince's grip dug deeper into your soft thighs as he watched, otherwise tongue-tied in knowing now how violently you trembled when you were first entered. Who knows how long you'd gone without the touch of a lover? It dredged up a sense of guilt in him to know that he could've been bringing you to your knees all this time, but it had taken gods-knew-how-long to finally admit his feelings for you weren't just platonic. And it somehow gave him a deeper sense of satisfaction to see Thanatos delivering that pleasure to you so readily–one that was mired in his love for friendly competition.

“C'mon,” Hunched over your body, panting, the deliverer of souls resembled a lustful wretch more than the poised, careful god he had come to be known as. “I'm not waiting up for you to gawk. Unless you want her to be the progenitor of my offspring alone.”

“Ha! Move over, Than.” The prince's determination renewed, Zagreus hiked your hips up higher on his own with a smirk as he cautiously lowered you down on his impressive godhood. Though as he was known to bite off more than he could chew, his confidence wavered the instant he nudged open your slit already stretched by Thanatos’ girth, and struggled to squeeze himself in to what little space remained with his lover buried so beautifully deep inside. Than had more of a curve than his did too, which only made it harder to carve a path to your womb when his darling Death was just…everywhere. Not to mention so brutally cold in contrast to the decadent heat of your plushy walls. “F-Fuck, I can't-”

“Do not cum yet, Zagreus.”

“I-I can't-!”

You couldn't fault him too hard, because he tried. He really did. Evidently your warmth was just too much for him to handle; against Thanatos’ growled warnings you jolted with Zagreus’ rough, short thrusts, and in seconds he was sinking his teeth into your shoulder with an apology on his lips while decimating your hole with his seed. It just kept pulsing, maddeningly thick and swollen as he humped the equivalent of three straight cumshots deep into your womb. It wouldn't stop coming for what felt like minutes upon minutes, and there you realized why Thanatos was so stern with him from the beginning. Zagreus really couldn't be trusted around your impossibly tight, once-mortal pussy.

But once the high eventually settled down and he'd reoriented himself–once he could at least see clearly again from that absolutely glorious creampie–your frigid lover kicked him into high gear and demanded he not pull out, even as he started rolling slow, intentional thrusts into your cum-soaked hips.

“Ah-!” Zagreus squeaked at the uncomfortable coolness and stroking against his too-sensitive cock, but Than's glare over your shoulder was too much to resist. They joined in a heated, wet kiss overhead before the older of the two gripped the prince's shoulders, and all decorum flew straight out the window as he started pounding like this was the last chance he'd get to indulge in you. It very well could be, but that wasn't your concern for now. The more pressing matter was the absolutely diabolical squelching of your walls welcoming Thanatos in all his raw glory, as well as the keening moans and blissful wails of your prince stiffening up again as his best friend effectively fucked him into you. “Shit, Than-!”

“You're mine,” The growling under his breath made him out to be more of a beast than a god, though the hand that he clasped around your throat to keep you in place definitely put the fear of the gods into you. Not enough to want to stop though, not even close. “Get that through your thick fucking skull. Neither of you are ever leaving me again. I don't care if the Olympians kidnap you or you're fucking revived, I will always find you.” That last part, whispered low into the shell of your ear, drove out the last wisps of self-control that still lingered in your body. In a flash of pure, unrestrained, selfish bliss, you let your legs shake and your hips jump to meet his brutal thrusts–they stretched you open beyond any mortal, and ensured you would never be satisfied without both of them again, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Zagreus cried out and squeezed you as a second orgasm wrung him out to dry, meanwhile Thanatos wouldn't loosen his grip on your neck until he felt you quiver and tighten around him, and only then did he allow his pleasure to overwhelm his willpower and sink a load so deep you might cough it up.

In a haze, Zagreus teetered back and collapsed on the shallow steps of the hot spring, the two of them still buried within you to the point that your soft stomach bulged with their imprint. Thanatos ran a possessive hand over the impromptu bump, undoubtedly considering the implications of what they'd just done. On the other hand, you weren't sure Zagreus had any thoughts at all, since his eyes had glazed over and he could barely mumble a string of anything coherent…mostly.

“Don’ waste any,” He grunted, and slipped his hands off your knees to gently grind you down further on his lap. The way he slurred every word, it sounded like nothing but instinct talking. “Get pregnant…get pregnant..” Honestly there was no way, with the amount of cum you could feel bloating your poor womb, that you wouldn't be after this. Thanatos seemed certain too, with that easy smile he finally got to boast as the obsessive parts of him were slowly sated.

“You were meant to be the mother of our children.” He purred with a kiss pressed to your forehead. “A matriarch of future gods. I'm going to fill you up with a pantheon.”

“Th-Than-!” That squeaky shriek of yours, for the first time since you'd met him, actually drew a laugh out of the stoic incarnation of Death. It actually sounded strangely…pretty. Soft, higher-pitched than you expected, and tinged with a touch of warmth that you wouldn't have expected from a man who was the very picture of frigidity.

“That's the first time you've called me that.” An otherworldly smile painted itself across his lips, which put a skip in the thudding beat of your heart. There was nothing you wanted more in this moment than to live in it forevermore. And he probably would have let you do so, if not for the cheeky hands creeping up from your hips to gently fondle your heaving chest. Zagreus pulled you back to lean against him, unintentionally causing you to wince at their half-hard cocks shifting around inside you with the movement, but feeling Thanatos follow in stride and lay himself on top of you to complete the cuddle pile quickly soothed any discomfort.

“Looks like I've got my pillows sorted out for tonight.” Despite his incessant fondling, Zagreus’ carefree spirit drew a bout of unexpected laughter out of you, only smothered by kisses from both sides as they each took their chance to comfort you.

“We're going to have to clean this up first, you know.” Thanatos sighed, though his unexpected clinginess erased any hint of doubt or annoyance you might've sensed. He didn't need to smile outright for you to know he was happy.

“Later,” He slipped an arm round both of you to press down on the small of Than's back, just further sinking you in to the warm water and the gentle lull of bubbles popping from the heat. “I still have another round in me. Just need a little rest first..”

“Oh, of course you do.” Thanatos clicked his tongue. “Don't break her.”

“No worries, mate.” His heterochromatic eyes shifted to you with a gleam that couldn't be mistaken for anything but playful teasing. “I'd never break my gorgeous girl. Thanatos will take all the rough stuff in your stead, my love.”

“As if.”

“Wanna bet?” He grinned. The banter between them slowly lulled you into closing your eyes; your body was cushioned and safe, it was warm, and their voices were both so soothing it drew you closer to sleep. It was a moment where you realized just how much you had missed them when you left, and how empty you really were when they were no longer in your life. When Zagreus poured warm water from his cupped hands over your back, and Thanatos rubbed it while asking if you wanted to get out of the spa, knowing the heat might make you dizzy–that was the moment you knew, without any shadow of a doubt, that the place between the two of them was exactly where you belonged.

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