How easy was it to have the mightiest, the most frightening and stern God wrapped around your finger? Easy, apparently, because Hades, God of the Underworld, a gloomy, lone figure, so powerful as the oldest one of the three brothers, was nothing but a whimpering mess for his dearest Goddess!
part of the Gods, Heroes, Warriors collection!
pairings: Hades!Choso x Aphrodite!Reader
content/warnings: Ancient Greece AU, mythological settings, lots of plot and lots of smut, super pathethic Choso, yearning Choso, size difference, cunnilingus, pussydrunk Choso, fingering, whimpering Choso, tummy bulges, mating presses, breeding kink, creampies, happy ending, dominant reader
WC: 11k because I'm insane
a/n: firstly, sorry for the break, but I was on two weeks winter holiday and didn't have much time to write something this long! secondly, this one's not very mythologically accurate, considering that Hades was with Persephone and Aphrodite with Hephaestus, but wait, I HAVE A VISION. Bc imagine the most beautiful, desirable goddess AND introvert, hidden, shy God of the Underworld <333
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Wine was flowing like a river into the golden cup that you've held. Laughter filled Olympus, and the small feast the gods decided to hold "just because". It was quite an usual event, although the moment Dionysus came and filled cups with his ambrosia, the next mornings were difficult to remember, with always a new lover, usually a demigod, lying in your sheets. Feasts with him were always dangerous, but ones without β impossible.
Apollo, no, wait, Gojo, his name was, played softly on his lyre in the background, and muses hummed softly. He smirked once, and a moment later, white locks were touched by an ocean breeze and golden rays of the setting sun. His hand went towards one of the nymphs, cupping her reddened cheeks gently, already drunk on sweet wine. Such a womaniser he was, and although most of the Gods slept with one another as they wished, Gojo was truly one and only, a troublemaker and a genuine gentleman at the same time, even fumbling through your bed more than once.
You looked behind, seeing gentle waves glistening under a golden sky, with darkness slowly setting in, before the only thing you could see was a white foam lightened by the pale moonlight. God of the Sea sat happily and relaxed, talking Zeus's ear off. It was a good dinner, indeed, while most of the Gods and demigods feasted in the embrace of the warm summer evening.
You turned back, seeing Gojo looking at you, smile sly and gaze slightly dimmed, as if drunk on constantly flowing wine. You heard Zeus bickering with the God of Wine over his attempts to alcoholise everyone, but his voice alone wasn't quite clear either, with golden hair already slightly messy and white robes sliding down muscular shoulders.
"Aren't you just a womaniser?" You hummed, already seeing the glimmering bottom of your cup and Gojo pacing towards you. "Leave my nymphs alone, or I'll be the one listening to their cries about your mischievous promises."
He scoffed, sitting down next to you and clinking your cups together. "I've never promised them anything aside from having fun. None of them ever complained." He settled comfortably, a hand behind your back and a lone finger caressing your bare shoulders slowly, slowly. "Who are you taking home today, hm? You know I'm free ifβ"
This time, you scoffed. "Forget it," you took a sip, never asking him to keep his hands off you. It was nice. He was nice, but there indeed wasn't much chemistry between you two when it came to sex life. "We're not good lovers. Besides, a little dove whispered to my ear that you've been having an affair with a mortal," You stopped, glancing at him with a smile dancing in the corner of your lips. "A male mortal. Prince of Sparta Geto Suguru, from what I've heard. Such a beauty, isn't he?"
Gojo laughed quietly, his eyes following your cunning smile. "Isn't your birdie quite well-informed, hm?"
He seemed taken aback, almost wanting to hide his secret affair from the prying eyes of the Gods. But he didn't know that nothing could have been hidden from you, and little, white doves flying above the skies of the mortal world, maybe following him here and there if you were bored and amused enough to watch his secret romance with a Spartan prince bloom like a pristine flower.
"What? Getting jealous? I thought God was above it."
He snorted, eyes glued to something, someone, over your shoulder.
A dark figure, sitting quietly among the most powerful Gods, one of the three brothers ruling the three dimensions of this world. The "Unseen One", a grim and ghastly figure, as if mute and solemn, always in the dark corners or ones barely flustered by candles' gentle tongues. Everyone knew he was there, but barely glanced towards him, as if ignorance was the only way to handle one of the three most powerful Gods in all of Greece. The one having power over the domain so dark and eerie, mortals prayed to never meet him directly, as if bathing in Tartarus was more pleasant than standing face to face with him.
"You also have an admirer, I see," Gojo murmured, while you looked back.
Your eyes met with panic.
He looked absolutely terrified, with a glance so flustered and lost, as if your attention alone was the absurdest and scariest thing he could experience. His stare escaped quickly towards his two younger brothers, before, just for a second, it slipped back to you again β your lips and breasts, wrapped tightly in pinkish robes and soft hair caressing your cheeks, reddened like a wine and flushed in a smile.
You indeed had an admirer. For a long time now.
"The oldest one, but also the most peculiar, don't you think? He looks a bit miserable." Gojo hummed to your ear, sitting so close you could feel his sweet breath on your ear. The man in the corner moved slightly, looking between you and the other God with a little frown and eyes so anxious, a small chuckle escaped your lips. "And so jealous!"
"You know, that you've just insulted one of the strongest Gods, right? Also, he has quite good relations with three sisters." Gojo shrugged his shoulders, as if a vision of his thread of life being cut didn't scare him in the slightest. But you, he, and every other God in this feast knew that if thereβs anyone Gods and mortals should be the most polite and thankful to, it should be Hades.
Because what could be better than being on good terms with God of the Underworld himself?
"So that's why you haven't slept with anyone recently?"
You hummed softly but didn't answer.
And it was true that as a Goddess of Love, Beauty and Fertility, quite... a few lovers have stumbled through your sheets. All of them just for one night, with both mortals, heroes and demigods always wanting more, but never having a chance with a Goddess herself.
You also never wanted anything more from either of them. Never needed, but just a few gentle touches and charming words whispered to your ear, maybe a thrust one or two and a spasmic tremble of their body, while you were left quite satisfied but never fully.
Gojo was a fine lover, good even, but he was too, well, overpowering, you would say. Too confident, always in control, such a tease, with nymphs hanging off his shoulders and sheets dirtier than you could imagine. He was a fun person to be around and sleep from time to time if you were extremely bored, butβ¦ well.Β
He didn't know how to handle you as a Goddess. Worship, like a plain mortal, so pathetically and desperately down on his knees, creaming all over his pants just from your one glance.
But you knew a man who could do it.
Because he was always there, in the night sky and quiet wind, within a soft flickering of the candle and moonlight coming to your chamber through a window. In the seeds of the pomegranates that were left in your temple β your attribute, a symbol of desire and fertility, almost as if he wanted to be noticed, let you know that heβs here and has been for a long time.
Hades, no, Choso, a God of the Underworld, barely showed himself up here in Olympus, almost always down in his realm of death. He wasnβt very social, if it was the correct way to describe his rare appearance during all the Gods' gatherings, be it a feast or holiday celebrations.Β
He avoided every meeting as much as he could, but somehow appeared every time he knew you also would be there. And during the feasts, he would sit at the table for the highest and mightiest, but always keep himself in the dark, even if the sun shining upon Olympus couldnβt be any brighter.
You glanced at him once again, noticing little nods he gave Zeus and lips curling in a barely visible, timid smile, before he chuckled. And you could swear that softness of his voice was the reason your throat tightened around the swallowed wine.
You coughed, bringing his attention, a worried gaze, and a hand, almost, slightly reaching out to you, before he hid it once again in the wide sleeve of his dark robes.
βIsn't our beauty already drunk?β Gojo cooed, patting your back.Β
Wine spilt all over your robes, leaving a dark stain on your half-bare breasts. Gojo chortled, his hand too touchy and too close to your lower back, while Zeus sighed deeply, almost disappointingly. It was hard to see him not disappointed in Gojo and all the troubles, orgies and affairs he was always getting himself into.Β
Gojo was still patting your back before something stopped him.Β
Choso stood up at some point and came closer so quietly, you didnβt even notice him leaving the table. Just a hint of greaminess filled the atmosphere, with hushed voices and faint whispers of the demigods and nymphs, glancing upon a looming figure bathed in darkness.
Your coughing stopped, but warm tongues of flames scratching your skin were suddenly dimmed by a tall man with dark hair touching his shoulders and cupping pinkish cheeks softly. Dark eyes, filled with so much concern it made your stomach turn, looked down at you, with surrounding them purplish circles, giving his handsome face even more earrines. Your gaze slipped to his long earrings swinging lightly with every step, one of delicate shell and the other of snake, so opposite to one another but harmonising so beautifully, you couldnβt help but feel a pang in your heart.
Wasnβt a shell an attribute ofβ
βHere,β you heard a low voice, and the next second, a black handkerchief was extended towards you. βYou can use it to, um, to clean yourself. Itβs black, so i-it wonβt leave aββ
How pitiful he looked, with eyes running between your face and breasts, cheeks flushed in a cherry, such a contrast with his deadly-pale skin, and long fingers holding on to a handkerchief with a slight tremor. Β
You were terrified to even think of the face you did at that moment, but Gojo's elbow brushing yours and his silent cough told you that your eyes may or may not have changed into two small hearts, beating furiously at the sight of the pathetic God standing right in front.
Gojo wanted to take black material himself, but Choso's gaze was so strongly fixated on your trembling figure (not with dreadfulness, but a desire you've never felt before!), he quite literally was afraid to break such a precious moment.
So he coughed again and stuck his elbow even harder, before you finally noticed a fair palm extended to you.
"Oh," you muttered, taking a handkerchief and wiping your dirty clothes immediately. "Thank you so much, my Lord."
He shrugged visibly, nodding his head and looking at your plush breasts, soaked in reddish wine and coated in your pink, almost transparent robes.
And you, as a Goddess of so many beautiful and fertile things, were mostly known for one thing β your sexual appeal. Greeks loved to sculpt your body almost naked, rarely dressed, but even if, always in skimpy robes and translucent garments. Some presented you wrapped in a golden girdle, a myth and a gossip going on around the mortal world, of the belt whose wearer could make anyone fall in love with them.
It was funny at first to even think that the most beautiful Goddess needed a mere accessory to seduce her admirers. But the gossip turned out to be so appealing, you decided to create such a belt and give it to Hera, for... well, seducing the highest and mightiest of all, of course.
But you've never used it yourself, keeping it only for your friends and demigods, maybe sometimes water nymphs, who used your accessories to play with mortals and some heroes. It was fun, safe and without any commitment.
Choso gulped, a droplet of sweat forming around his temple as his eyes couldn't leave your drenched skin, too bare and too soft under flushed material, to have every other God around see you in such an harmless state.
Maybe he was hallucinating or maybe not, but you stood up, slowly, confidently, with breasts almost falling from your already too skimpy robes. Knowing his eyes followed your body, you glanced at him with such a stunning smile and a hint of foxy craftiness in your glimmering gaze, he almost passed out.
Literally, because his knees gave out, and the long scepter was the only thing that saved him from complete humiliation in front of the whole of Olympus.
"I'll clean it and return, my Lord. Maybe you could give me a hint or two regarding navigating the Underworld, hm?" You said so quietly, he may have been the only person who had heard your honeyed voice.
He could swear it was as sweet as your body, which turned out to be definitely too close to his, spreading a fragrance of fresh roses and an ocean breeze, stuck to your flowing hair and velvety skin.
But how could a Goddess like you even think of going down to his grim and mournful domain, filled with nothing but eeariness and cries of descendent souls, left at his mercy. "No, my G-Goddess, you shouldn'tβ"
"I insist." Your voice was firm and touch even firmer, almost burning his creamy skin, when your fingers brushed his bicep and gripped it lightly.
Only now you've noticed a delicate, black stripe spread on his nose and rosy cheeks, almost hidden under the muted candle's light, but visible enough the moment you closed the distance, suffocating him with yourβah, too close, too close, too close.
"My Goddess, I'm afraid you're tooβ"
But how could he push you away when his body betrayed him so clearly? Your hand on his bicep, plump breasts almost grazing his dark robes and flushed cheeks raised to meet his furrowed brows, oh so lost in your sweetness and a soft giggle, which already sounded like the most graceful melody.
Saying he was tall would be an overstatement, but stating he was wellβbuilt would be a pure untruth β his muscles trembled under your small hand, but you could feel their sturdiness. You caught how tight the dark robe was around his shoulders and the way it perfectly fit his muscular back and veiny forearms, peeking from wide sleeves.
He clenched snowish fingers on a long scepter, looking anywhere just not at you.
And when you touched your wine-wet breasts with his handkerchief, it was over.
He couldn't handle it anymore, so he did what every other wise and powerful God would do in the presence of a lustful and most beautiful woman walking on this Earth β turned on his heels and ran away.
"I'm sorry, my Goddess, I need toβum, I truly need to g-goβ"
With such a hurry and a shade of delicious apple you've never seen spread on his face before, the only thing you could do was stand still and stare at his broad back slowly going down from Olympus's peak.
"My, my," you've heard a whistle and a second later, Gojo stood next to you, with a face not much different from yours. Flushed, stupefied, maybe a bit more amused. "He really is a lost cause, hm? Maybe calling him miserable was an overstatement. He's the most pathetic God in this Pantheon."
You inhaled heavily, feeling a warmth coiling in your belly, so familiar but at the same time intense, you've tried to remember the last time it felt as pleasant as now.
"You're wrong," Gojo glanced at you with a raised eyebrow. And his amusement was even higher when he saw this weird look in your eye. Delight? Lust? No, loβ "He's pathetic for me only."
Days were passing by, filled with responsibilities mostly.
You've spent your time on listetning to worshippers β young girls, future mothers, women praying to bestow them with fertility, couples wishing for productive sexual life β and devoted sunny afternoons to bathing in the warm sun dancing on Olympus.
It was your favourite time of the day, so the moment your feet dipped into the crystal water, a blissful shiver ran through your spine, soothing both mind and body with a delicate touch of the waves. Nymphs surrounded you like ducks, dipping their heads in the pool and chirping among themselves like little birdies.
Your open bathhouse sat at the top of Olympus, built encircled by creamy columns, growing tall as trees, scratching cotton clouds with a serene feeling of quietness.
Small stairs led directly to fresh water, warmed by gentle rays of sunlight and glimmering on the velvety skin of playing nymphs.
Your statue stood right next to the open pool, tall and proud, almost naked too, representing which God this place belonged to.
When your body finally dipped fully, and eyes closed in ease, a faint sight escaped your lips. Sun rubbed your skin as you slumped against the poolβs wall and took a deep breath of the air dripping with an ocean breeze.
One of the nymphs slouched next to your naked body, her eyes looking at you with awe and curiosity, before she asked softly. "My Lady, my Lady, wasnβt Lord Hades quite rude to you last time?"
Another one swam closer, peaking at your body like a gem, something so beautiful and precious, no one deserved to touchβ no, maybe even look at it. "Thatβs right, my Lady, doesnβt Lord Hades lack in manners? Heβs never gonna find a wife with such a temper!"
You chuckled first, but the second sentence seemed to pique your curiosity. Your eye opened, glancing at a few nymphs floating peacefully around.
Such silly and adorable creatures they were, quite coquettish if they wanted to, and you understood why Gojo seemed to have a soft spot for them.
"And why would he need a wife?" You murmured, a strange feeling coiling in your belly.
One girl hummed, as if wondering, long hair flowing on the water, golden like wheat.
"My Lady, Iβve heard Lord Zeus talking to him about this. It seems like thereβs a woman called Persephone and quite interested in Lord Hades she seems to be."
Your lips immediately fell flat in line.
Persephone? Isnβt she just a small sprat living under her mother's wings? What in the world could she want from Hades himself?
"Zeus said that, hm?" You mumbled, but didnβt listen to the rest of what Nymphs had to say.
Why the hell he needed a wife?
You juggled this question like a mantra, like a woman obsessed, although there was truly nothing to be obsessed with.
That night was still vivid in your mind when Choso left the feast in a hurry β speechless and with ears burning like fire. The picture of his face was stuck in your memory, so lovely and pathetic, haunting you every night till the first sun rays hit your chamber.
Youβve seemed to lose your mind over him, how touch-starved he seemed to be, wanting, needing your attention desperately.
So why couldnβt you feel him anymore?
Why did any trace of his presence suddenly disappear, slip through the corners of your temples, together with pomegranates and shells scattered around your altars?
Why your chamber seemed to be lighter in the night, and what happened to the ragged, shortened breath you swear could hear during the deepest sleep.
A shriek brought your thoughts back, with a crystal water suddenly flowing in streams over the edge of the swimming pool. Nymphs were running away, as if scared β no, terrified, pointing with their fingers at something behind you.
"M-my Lady, look out! Thereβs a creature!"
You turned head slowly, glancing over your shoulder. And suddenly, shock crossed your face, but only for a moment, before you raised an eyebrow in interest.
"Oh?" A hum escaped your lips, bringing your attention entirely to the so-called creature, being nothing more than a black snake.
For your nymphs' justification, some of them were quite⦠uneducated, you would say. Maybe a bit stupid, never seeing a world outside Olympus. Although snakes belonged to various Gods living on the Mountain, many usually associated them with the earth.
"What brought you here, my dear? Are you lost?" You cooed, looking at his long body, slowly moving towards you, with yellowish eyes focused on nothing but your small, white dove, sitting calmly near your dipped body.
The snake was big, truly looking quite monstrous, but the dove didn't seem to mind his presence, as if her curiosity was piqued by the creature. Its black skin glimmered under the scorching sun, pinkish tongue sliding in and out of a closed mouth, checking the surroundings.
Nymphs left the pool, still warning you with faint screams and pleadings to leave it alone.
But how could you leave it alone if it was the first sign the God of the Underworld has sent you since that feast?
How could you ignore his weak and unsatisfying presence, sending your way such a creature instead of himself?
You stretched out your hand, brushing its hard skin. The scales were warm under your touch, but the snake completly ignored you, instead grazing with its big head the snowy feathers of the dove. "Where's your master, hm? Did he send you?"
Your birdie glanced at it, for a second only, before she lowered her head and touched the snake's raven skin with her soft feathers.
Dove cried, one of the white feathers falling from her delicate body. You almost saw a furrow between her small eyes and stare shooting daggers at her bully.
She flew up, sitting on your arm, as you lifted your fingers to gently caress her.
"My poor baby," you whispered, as she cooed softly to your ear. "Isn't he just a mean bully? Quite different from his master, hm?"
Her small head pushed against your fingers, starved for your delicate touch, soothing her snowy feathers with slow brushes.
And when you looked at the snake, with a feather in his mouth, he sent you one last glance, before hiding back in the forest.
It seemed like you needed to fulfil your promise and pay the God of the Underworld a visit.
So a few days later, you finally found the only person who could help you get down to Hades's domain.
"Sorry, what?" Hermes looked at you with a furrow, scanning your body covered in pink, flowy robes, full of beauty and charm, definitely not accustomed to and made for a journey to the underworld. "Are you bored? Why in the world would you like to go down there?"
Your lips pressed in a line, hands clasped on your chest, with gold bracelets hugging your bare arms. It was always weird to hear other Gods β men β question your choices, and aside from Gojo who indeed had this privilege solely because of being your friend, it was always quite irritating to see others not giving you what you asked them for.
And if going to the underworld was that easy, you would do it yourself.
In fact, only one God was responsible for taking souls to the gates of hell, and it was he β this charming man, but just a dick to be honest, with wings on his feet and a golden helmet sitting tight on his raven hair.
Your once-lover and Gojo's nemesis.
"Lord Hades invited me over," you said, but the only reaction you've got was a soft scoff.
"I doubt it." He murmured, broad back still turned away.
You took a deep breath, placing fingers on your temple. "Okay, what do you want in exchange?"
"Nothing." He stood back to you, focused on repairing something in his winged sandals, ignoring your boiling figure completly.
You really hoped that this pink dress, hugging your hips gently, with skin smelling like rose oil and a golden necklace sitting calmly right on your plump breasts, would convince him to grant you a pass.
"Nothing?" you repeated slowly, not quite believing your ears.
Toji finally turned to face you. The movement was lazy, unhurried, like a lion stretching only because it felt like it. Sunlight caught on the metal of his winged sandals, and the golden helmet resting carelessly on his head tilted as he studied you with dark, amused eyes.
βDid I stutter, doll?β
Men like him were always like this β acting as if they were above bargains, above temptation, above you. As if the Goddess of Love herself standing in front of them asking for help was nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
"I donβt believe you," you said flatly.
Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he leaned against the marble pillar behind him, muscles shifting beneath his tunic. Even relaxed, he looked built for war β dangerous in a way that made other gods nervous and foolish mortals worshipful. He was cunning, smart, a God of Travellers and thieves, mostly, somehow having responsibility over guiding poor souls to the underworld.
You had fun back in the days, but he, like any other God, was too overpowering. Too pushy, brutal, with his fast and heavy thrusts, indeed giving you pleasure, but never satisfying some deep need coiling in your belly. He wouldn't drop down to his knees. Worship you like a Goddess, a pathetic man eager to lose his Godly status just to have you exclusively.
"You donβt want gold," you continued, ticking possibilities off in your mind. "You donβt care for favors. Youβve never been one for politics. So what is it, Toji? What do you want?"
For a moment he only watched you, gaze dragging slowly over your face as if he were trying to decide something.
Low. Rough. Infuriatingly confident.
"What I want," he said, stepping closer, "is to see something interesting."
Your brows knitted together. "Interesting?"
"Yeah." He shrugged. "You, of all people, marching into the Underworld for the brooding King of the Dead? Thatβs entertainment money canβt buy."
"Youβre unbelievable," you muttered.
"So Iβve been told." His grin widened. "Alright, doll. Iβll take you."
Relief loosened the knot in your chest, though you hid it well to not give him satisfaction.
"But," he added, holding up a finger, "you follow my lead. No wandering off. No charming the shades. And absolutely no crying if you get scared."
"I donβt get scared," you said coolly.
Without another word, he extended a hand to you. Rough, warm, steady.
Hesitating only a second, you placed your fingers in his.
Air folded in on itself. The brightness of Olympus faded like a curtain being drawn, colors draining away into something colder, heavier. The scent of flowers and honey dissolved into ash and stone.
When your feet touched solid ground again, it wasnβt marble beneath you.
The sky above was no longer sky at all β just a vast, endless ceiling of shadow. Rivers of dark water cut through the land like veins, and distant wails echoed from places you couldnβt see.
"Welcome to the Underworld," he said casually, as if heβd just shown you a new cafΓ© instead of the realm of the dead.
Because ahead of you, towering higher than any palace of Olympus, stood the gates.
Massive iron doors carved with ancient symbols, wrapped in chains that seemed to breathe, guarded by looming statues with hollow eyes. Beyond them stretched a kingdom of eternal night.
Your heart fluttered in your chest.
"So," Toji drawled beside you, watching your expression with open amusement, "still sure about this?"
The underworld turned out to be... quiet.
The shriek of massive gates filled the stifled air, but when you entered through, there was nothing once again.
Soft whispers coming from the long river stretching in front of you, with a small, wooden pier lightened by a single candle. Its flame whizzed in the darkness, inviting you as if offering a bit of warmth.
Black sand sank beneath your sandals, your pink dress grazing the ground as you followed Tojiβs broad, confident back toward the pier.
"My company ends here," he stated, walking slowly. "But Charon will take you straight to Hadesβs temple."
You frowned slightly, glancing around the boundless land. No sun. No moon. Only endless twilight, air shifting between cold and warmth, sticky and hollow, sending uneasy shivers down your spine.
"Heβll be there. Donβt worry," Toji added, noticing the tension in your shoulders. βYouβll be fine.β
You noticed shades hovering nearby β dim, almost transparent figures gliding aimlessly, faces pale and empty, hands reaching out as though searching for something they had long forgotten. "Who are they?"
"Dead who werenβt buried with coins," Toji replied, casually swatting away one shade that drifted too close to you with cupped, pleading hands. "Charon canβt take them across the Styx without payment."
"And what happens to them?"
Your feet touched the wooden pier. The boat was already waiting β long and narrow, with a single lamp hanging from its curved prow. A small figure sat at the back, cloaked in black, nothing visible but pale, bony hands protruding from wide sleeves, one extended expectantly, the other gripping a worn paddle.
"They wander," Toji said with a shrug, snapping his fingers towards the boatman. "Hey, grandpa, she's a Goddess, no need for payment. Take her right to Hades. She's a guest."
Charon slowly withdrew his outstretched hand and placed it back on the paddle, waiting in silent invitation.
You inhaled slowly, gathering the folds of your dress, and stepped into the boat.
The wood creaked beneath your weight, and the small vessel rocked gently as Charon pushed away from the pier with a single, practiced motion. The candlelight swayed, throwing trembling reflections across the dark water.
Toji remained on the shore, arms crossed.
"Try not to die down there," he called after you with a lazy grin.
"Iβm a Goddess," you glanced back, lifting your chin. "I can't die."
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, already turning away. "Tell that Sisyphus."
You wanted to snap back that he, in fact, wasn't a God, but the boat already moved, sliding over the dark waters of the Styx with gentle waves woven by a wooden paddle.
The River Styx stretched endlessly in both directions, black as polished obsidian, its surface smooth and unmoving. No wind touched it. No ripple dared disturb it. The only sound was the slow dip of Charonβs paddle cutting through the water.
Around you, shades hovered in the mist, faint faces pressed together like memories too worn to remember themselves. Some reached toward the boat with hollow eyes, others merely watched, envy etched into their pale, fading forms.
You wrapped your arms around yourself.
For the first time in centuries, you felt small.
βDonβt listen to them,β Toji had warned before you left.
One shade drifted close to the boat, its hollow eyes meeting yours, and for a heartbeat, you felt a wave of sorrow so deep it nearly stole your breath.
The further you travelled, the heavier the air became, until at last the boat scraped softly against another shore.
The entrance to the Underworld.
You looked over your shoulder at Charon, wishing to hear his voice, but he only stretched his skeletal hand, pointing at something.
You left the boat, feet once again touching soft, black sand.
The closer you got to Hades's temple, the warmer it became, with a gentle wind moving folds of your dress. As Toji said, it wasn't a place for you.
Dark, isolated, gloomy, hugging your shivering body covered in the sweetest, most beautiful shimmering gown worn only on the sunny land of Olympus.
But here? You looked truly like a clown, with gold jewellery looking almost bleak under the darkness looming over your figure.
Another gate appeared in front of you, once again massive in its heaviness, but this time with no chain in sight.
Actually, it looked as if... slightly opened?
You moved closer, step by step, white sandals sinking in sand, black grains moving between your soft fingers. The gate was right there, so close, with a mere few steps andβ
Because there, from the darkness emerged a creature so massive it seemed carved from nightmares themselves.
Enormous, monstrous even, with three heads moving towards you, teeth wet with saliva and eyes burning like coal.
A guard of the underworld, you've heard.
But you didn't see any assembly to a pet, rather a monster talked about only in tales, one usually killed bravely by heroes or spreading annihilation over mortals.
"Oh," you breathed. "You must be the Cerberus."
The beast stepped closer, paws heavier than thunder, breath warm and smoky against your skin. Each head watched you with suspicion, nostrils flaring at your unfamiliar scent.
You straightened your shoulders.
"I am Aphrodite," you said softly, holding out a hand. "Goddess of Love and Beauty. I mean no harm."
For a tense moment, nothing happened.
But then, one of the massive heads tilted. In curiosity, playfulness, maybe, with this glint in his eye, you knew animals had every time they saw you.
Another gave a curious sniff, as if your rosy oil scratched his nostrils in pleasure.
The third promptly leaned forward, and before you could fully process it, a rough, warm tongue dragged across your cheek.
"Ohβ!" You gasped, stumbling back in surprise.
The second head followed, then the third, each nuzzling you with embarrassing enthusiasm. The fear melted instantly, replaced by startled laughter.
The great hound wagged its monstrous tail, the ground trembling with each happy thump.
"Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. You're just like your Master." Faint giggle bubbled in your throat, fingers scratching one of the enormous heads under its chin, the other one behind its ear, while the third licked your skin once again, leaving you with another gasp and its saliva dripping down your robe.
"Such good puppies, aren't you? Can you take me to your Master? We have stuff to discuss."
Cerberus escorted you the rest of the way, walking proudly at your side as if you were already expected.
And beyond the heavy gate and rocky path, rising higher than any structure you had ever seen, stood the temple of Hades. Stone steps rose upward toward a structure carved into the cliffs themselves β dark marble pillars wrapped in shadow, torches burning with pale fire.
Your breath caught in your throat.
"So this is where he lives," you whispered, feeling Cerberus' nose pushing you towards the temple. "Yes, yes, thank you, my dear. Such a good dog you are. The best, maybe."
You gave him one last scratch before going towards Hades's domain.
Did he expect you? You thought.
Did Toji tell him you're here?
But if he did, wouldn't the God of the Underworld wait for you already?
And as you stepped closer to the looming entrance, licked by the cold fire of the hanging lanterns, something in your gut told you that he, in fact, didn't know that you were here.
And when you entered, looking around the cold stones, your heart suddenly skipped a beat.
You expected the inside to be quite cold, sheathed in gloom, a feeling of sadness, weird eariness that would send a chill through your bones. No one actually knew what Hades lived like. No one ever cared. And it seemed like he didn't care too β about making an appearance, trying to change the way people see him, particularly about other Gods.
But, oh, how wrong you were.
Because on the tall walls and high ceilings, an altar quietly put in the middle and columns wrapped in paintings β was you.
You, bathing in a pool, painted with a steady hand on one of the walls.
Your body wrapped around the column, one of the flowy dresses slipped on it casually, hair fluttering in the wind, and a smile spread on plump lips.
The sculpture of your body, naked, but covered with a transparent robe, presenting only a part of your full breasts and hips, ending just in the middle of thick thighs, standing just in the middle of the entrance. It looked dampened, with the robe sticking to your skin, barely covering perked nipples and fat gathering around your hips.
Your gaze moved to the altar.
Shells scattered around its flat surface, together with roses, apples, seeds of pomegranate, a white feather, a piece of yourβ wait a minute-
A low voice brought your thoughts back.
Choso suddenly emerged from one of the chambers, his tall figure covered in black robes and face β oh, his face β twisted in emotion closest to pure agony. He looked at you with furrowed brows, biting lower lip and deciding whether he should come to you or, maybe, once again, run away.
"My Goddess, what are you doing here?" He asked, staying in place.
You glanced last time at the piece of clothing lying on the altar and grinned. It was weird to see it here, from all places, but something coiling in your lower belly told you that perhaps it was the only reasonable place to see your undergarments stolen a while ago.
"I promised to give it back," a black handkerchief appeared in your hand, clean and fresh, smelling exactly like your favourite body oil. "Last time you ran away so quickly, my Lord, we didn't have a chance to properly talk."
His throat moved and eyes followed you nervously as you slowly walked towards him.
You didn't fit here, he thought, to this disgusting place.
Because he had seen beauty before.
Choso was old as bone and shadow, older than kingdoms, older than grief. He had watched empires crumble into dust and souls pass through his gates like autumn leaves. Nothing startled him anymore. Nothing truly moved him.
But then, oh, then he saw you.
A name whispered among Gods and mortals, and yet no story, no hymn, no jealous prayer had ever done you justice.
He watched you approach with a steady pace, swaying hips, and long robes dragged behind your feet. His mouth was dry, heart beating too fast, pale skin sweating with dread, nervousness, terror. Because every time he saw you, smelled your skin damped in the sweetness of flowery oils, heard a laugh always caused by Gojo or another God he absolutely despised β his body was in flames.
Your gown flowed like liquid dawn β soft folds of pink and gold clinging to a body sculpted by the heavens themselves. Each step you took was unhurried, graceful, unaware of the havoc it caused in his heart.
Your hair caught the dim torchlight and turned it into silk. Skin held a glow that did not belong to this realm, smooth and untouched, as if the moment he would sink his teeth into the curve of your ass, pure ambrosia would drip down his chin.
Gods had waged wars over less.
There was something unbearably gentle in your expression, something kind, a beauty truly worthy of the Goddess of Love. And the smirk on your lips, a cunning smile, words slipping so casually, constantly with a drop of lewdness as if you knew the effect you had on him.
Choso knew it was over for him.
He had always wondered, distantly, what it would feel like to have your hand in his. To feel that warmth against his eternally cold skin. To have you say his name the way only lovers did, low and familiar, as if he was something precious instead of something feared by Gods and mortals.
His fist clenched, when you walked closer β body mere centimetres from his, breast almost touching his burning skin, and he prayed, truly prayed, for your gaze not to go down any further, because he couldn't stand your lustrous eyes on his cock leaking through black robes.
"My Lord, won't you invite me to a cup of wine, at least?" You asked carefully, quietly, noticing his dark eyes running around your face. His hand trembled, and throat cleared when he showed you a way inside the temple.
To his inner chambers, you guessed.
You walked past him, fingers slightly brushing the bulging part of his robes, and he, well, he almost fell down to his knees in an utterly embarrassing and completly failed position he found himself at.
The inside of the temple was cosier than you thought it would be, with the next room filled with warmth and red carpets, candles fighting the darkness with their reddish tongues. There was a long table too and a balcony, with a view of β oh.
"That is Tartatus, my Goddess," Choso said, when he saw your shocked gaze looking down at the deep abyss filled with faint moans and shrieks, as if souls were cooked alive there, tortured in the most terrifying ways. A dungeon for the most wicked ones, true monsters and creatures that should never see daylight. "I don't use it unless I have to. Some of them deserve to be there."
A hint of nervousness still lingered in his voice when he stood behind you. Heat radiated from his body as he stood close enough to cage you with his muscular forearms. How lovely it would be!
You moved your head away from the painful screams, turning your body back towards him.
Gentle eyes looked at you from under the purplish circles, black stripes moving together with his knitted eyebrows and tightened lips.
"Aren't you lonely here? It doesn't seem like the happiest place in the world," you asked with actual curiosity, but he frowned even harder, as if thinking about the proper answer.
Some servant in the back put two glasses of wine on the table and melted away in the darkness of the temple.
"I never had a choice," Choso finally whispered, inviting you with a gesture back to the room. He moved away a chair and let you sit first, before taking a seat right next to you. "That's how I was raised and born. That's the only place I know."
You watched him carefully as he spoke.
There was something painfully honest in his voice, something raw and unpolished, as if no one had ever truly asked him such a simple question before.
You lifted a glass to your lips, taking a sip of red wine, melting sweetly on your tongue.
βSo no visitors?β you asked lightly. βNo celebrations? No festivals in your honour? Is there truly no one who worships the God of the Underworld? There must be some benefits to it.β
He huffed softly at that, something almost like embarrassment flickering across his face.
βThe dead do not celebrate,β he replied. βAnd the living fear me too much to bother.β
βYet you welcomed me,β you pointed out.
At that, his fingers tightened slightly around his own glass. Face slightly flushed, red like a cherry, with its juice going through his cheeks up to hair-covered ears.
"B-but you're not like them," he mumbled so quietly, you needed to use all of your might to hear those words.
Your head tilted, letting a small smile play at the corner of your mouth.
βAnd how am I different, my Lord?" you asked, voice gentle and confident, nevertheless pinning him down to his seat in nervousness. "Oh, and the paintings at the entrance? Truly wonderful! I've never thought I'll have devotees among the Gods."
For a moment, he didnβt answer.
Dark eyes traced your face again, as if committing every detail to memory. The plumpness of your lips. The shine of your skin. The soft rise and fall of your chest with each breath. This rosy dress, too tight and too transparent, allowing him to see the curve of your breast and the pinkish aureola of your soft nipples.
"I-if you're bothered by themβ"
"I'm not. I love them, truly," Choso shifted in his place, when you slightly loosened on your chair, legs spread a bit wider than they were, fiery gaze stuck at him. "But the altar, dear Lord. How did you even get such stuff? The feather, I believe, is a treasure captured by one of your small servants, although he indeed was a bit brutal with my birdie," His face was burning, air almost knocked out from lungs in embarrassment and desire he felt under your heavy gaze, with his eyes focused on your parted thighs, hugged by a robe, opened for him as if in invitation. "Though the undergarment? Aren't youβ" But before you could finish, he dropped down to his knees, head heavy on your thighs, muscular arms wrapped around your legs as you felt something hard and leaking under your foot. "Just a pervert?"
"M-my Goddes, I'm so s-sorry," he murmured, looking at you from below, with dark eyes filled with pathetic pleading, beefy arms tightening their embrace around your legs as he rubbed his cheek against your warm thigh. "I am, I am a pervert, I-I am nothing more than a pervert, j-just please let meβ"
Your hand gently caressed his cheek as he nuzzled into it with a heavy breath.
Dear God, he was truly perfect, with those trembling lips and eyes gazing at you so lovingly, so desperately, something warm coiled in your belly.
His hands touched your ankles, slowly, slowly, going up, catching the hem of your dress, rolling it up to your knees, while he still looked at you with begging eyes.
"Let you do what?" you hummed, foot pushing against his throbbing dick with gentleness, "What are you willing to do to have me, my Lord?"
His fingers clenched on your skin before pulling the dress up to the middle of your slick thighs with one swift motion. "Whatever you want, my Goddess. Just ask me, p-please just ask me. I'll give you sun and moon if you'll ask me to."
He put your legs on his shoulders, hands roaming on your bare skin, feeling the heat radiating from your core, bare but not quite visible for his hungry, despairing eye.
Your head tilted, fingers combing his hair. "Anything? Would you die for me, my Lord?"
"Would you degrade yourself as a God, my Lord?"
"Would you kill your brothers, my Lord?"
You knew this one was completly inappropriate, something others could kill you for, butβ
And you didn't have time to react, before Choso spread your thighs even wider and took a looong lick of your creamy pussy. Your breath hitched, he moaned, a grumble going straight to your pulsing core, fingers squeezing his hair stronger.
But he was completly lost, with his mouth drenched in your leaking pussy, tasting, as he anticipated, like the purest form of ambrosia, the plum wine going sweetly down his throat until he moaned, no, cried right into your spread folds.
You involuntarily bucked your hips towards his open lips as he sucked on your clit.
"S-so good, my Goddess, s-so mmmβ"
But the hard chair was brushing your velvety skin, and a quiet groan escaped your throat when he folded you even harder.
"My Lord, please let's move toβ"
You didn't have to say it twice, before he slumped you over his shoulder, like a sack of grain, with bare ass and leaking cunt, kept in place by his beefy arm.
"Call me Choso, my Goddess," he mumbled, not able to keep his lips from your skin, kissing, biting, licking the bare curve of your ass, fingers slightly parting your pussylips as he drenched them in your juices.
And although you couldn't see him, a moment later, you heard him licking something, moaning so loudly you felt another wave of warmth flowing in your belly.
Your back hit a soft surface, and soon you found yourself spread on a bed. Lightless sky peeked through the windows, faint flames kissing Choso's fully dressed body, panting heavily as he looked down at your glistening folds. A second later, his black robe landed on the floor, with absolutely nothing on his tall body aside from heavy mountains of muscles, with muscular thighs dropping down to plush carpet and toned arms again parting your legs.
"M-my Goddess, can I?" He glanced at you pleadingly, looking like a child ready to cry if his mama won't give him his favourite sweet.
You bit lower lip, eyes sparkling with excitement at seeing him in such a hopeless state.
"Only if you'll eat me out like a good boy, Cho. Can you do it?"
Oh! And if it didn't fire him up, with a frown on his handsome face, nodding quickly, obediently, truly like a small puppy. Just maybe ten times bigger and much heavier than you, with enough strength to pin you down against his bed and fuck you senseless like an animal.
You've kept your weight on your elbows, seeing Choso going down once again, giving you a looong drag of his tongue against your glistering folds, as he parted them with his two fingers. His hot breath on your clit, as he sucked on it gently, needily, moaning and crying every time a fresh batch of creamy cum went down his throat. When your walls clenched around his tongue, rummaging inside you, and a sharp breath escaped your throat.
His hands roamed around your ass, hips, pulling you even closer, before going up up up to your breasts. Oh, Goddess of Love and Fertility, you truly were, because the thought of milk dripping from your pinkish nipples, of him sucking your tits and pushing his cock deep down your cunt at the same time made him almost cum on the spot.
He thought about whether you would allow him to cum inside.
Whether you would want his babies, to walk heavily pregnant and let him worship you day and night, by keeping your pussy always warm and pleased.
"Yes yes yes, to all of them," you moaned with head lulled back and eyes crossed, as Choso, accidentally or not, murmured all his wishes riiiiight into your pussy, squeezing around his two fingers. "You better keep your promise and fuck me pregnant then."
He licked your pussy unhingeldy, like a starved dog, with a frown between his brows and black stripes moving every time the tip of his tongue dragged down your puffy clit, slick folds, not allowing even a single drop of your honey slick dto rip down the sheets.
His face was so beautiful and truly Godly, with pale skin drenched with your juices and contrasting red lips wrapped around your sweet bud. You looked down on him, mouth parted and breath heavy, as he pressed you closer to his open lips and stuck out tongue. "M-my Goddess, I-I promiseβnghβyour pussy tastes so delicious, I can't stop ahhhβp-please tell me it feels good."
A giggle escaped your throat, but was soon strangled by a moan, when his fingers curled riiiight into that spongy spot, sending shivers down till your cervix, making your belly clench and head throw back. And seeing your reaction, he curled them again and again again again, pairing it with his tongue licking your soaked pussy and lips sucking on sweet bud, pushing his face even deeper into your folds, almost wishing to get inhaled by them.
"Mhmmm so good Cho, you're eating me s-so fucking good ahhhβ"
But gone he was, eyes closed in pleasure, lips puffy, and head nodding faintly when you moved your hips and rubbed them against his tongue.
"S-so good, mhmm feels so good, this pussy," he mumbled, not quite sure whether to you or your cunt, gasping and wailing with a mouth full of your sweet juice. "Feels so mhm so good, m-my Goddess, my baby mhm, so pretty prettyβ"
A pressure coiled in your belly β feeling, that with another thrust of his fingers and looong stripe of his tongue against your cunt, you will completly, pathetically break under his muscular arms pinning you down to bed.
"Choso, I'm gonnaβ" You gasped, fingers clasping his hair, to take him away from your pussy just for a second. "I wanna cum on your cock."
He looked up. Gaze lost, hair messy, chin drenched, a pearl of sweat running down his pale temple.
"Don't underestimate me. I'll make you cum on both my tongue and cock," His fingers stretched every corner of your cunt, thrusting against the tight muscles, drawing even more of your sweet juices from your tight hole as you moaned at the pressure building in your stomach. "What, my Goddess, your lovers never made you cum twice?"
You shook your head, gaze blurred by the heavy feeling in your belly. Choso smiled, curling his fingers against your sweet spot brutally, sucking on your clit with the lovliest cries, looking sooo satisfied and confident, with this precious knowledge of having the honour to make his Goddess go stupid on both his face and his dick.
"Even Gojo?" He continued, looking completly drunk on your slick juices, nevertheless still making sure that he indeed would be your best, the first, the only lover that will ever make you cum countless times, till your clit is sore and womb plump from his seed.
"I never had a good lover," you mewled, feeling him groan against your cunt.
"Mhmm, m-my Goddess allow me toβ"
And you indeed allowed him, because not a second later, your back rose in an arch, fingers curled and thighs clenched on his head, cutting off his air supply for a few seconds, with your body trembling under his toned arms, keeping you pinned to bed.
You weren't quite sure who had an orgasm, because while a heavy whine ripped from your throat, and a shock waved through your body, Choso seemed to go through his own pleasure, crying, whining, moaning, muttering under his nose, hiccuping on your gushing slick β completly, utterly lost in the taste of your pussy.
Pretty pretty pretty pussy.
Seconds later, your positions changed, with you straddling his hips and his back slumped against soft pillows. Two hands landed on your ass, pushing it against his throbbing cock, sticking so obediently to his lower abs, with precum dripping down his shaft and smeared all over his happy trail. With hips on top, your folds hugged in wetly, last traces of creamy cum gushing over his aching shaft, with head so reddish you thought no one ever needed you that desperately.
"My Goddess, r-ride me, please?" And for a God of Underworld himself, one of the most powerful creatures in the whole Pantheon, Choso truly couldnβt stand giving you orders.
It was always please and would you, and Iβm sorry, with this absurdly massive body and his eyes filled with so much gentleness, you instantly felt your cunt twitch once again.
"Oh, where did you see that position, Cho?" A smile danced in the corners of your eyes, and your hips moved slightly with your warm folds sliding up and down his cock.
Itβs veiny shaft, looking so deliciously wet, fat around your pussylips and so so so pretty, you moaned faintly and put palms on Chosoβs chest.
This question seemed to strike him dumb, because you saw the answer bubbling somewhere in his throat, too extreme to see the dawn.
"Tell me, baby, where have you seen it? Arenβt you a virgin, after all?" Your syrupy voice and wet pussy, fluttering hole slightly catching on the head of his cock made him whine and shudder under your weight.
He nodded, clenching his palms on your hips. "I-I am, I s-stayed for you."
And with these words, you slid his cock inside you a bit, truly barely, with the feverish tip hugged warmly by your pinkish walls. But you didnβt go further, waiting for his filthy confession.
"Such a good boy you are, right? Iβve never met better," you leaned over, lips mere millimetres from his, caressing them gently in a soft kiss. Your tongue slipped and licked his lower lip, trembling with mere inches of his cock sank inside you. "So tell me now, where did you see it?"
There was something pervy within him. Great Lord Hades, fearsome Choso, a dreadful figure living in darkness, always there but never caught by anyone. Everyone thought of him as a ghost, a demon almost, so powerful in his might yet somehow always unreachable.
You saw it, felt it, his presence, your disappearing panties, the rosy smell on his neck, this look when his eyes traced your body, smooth skin, a giggle escaping your lips, and single glances shot towards him, enough to give him false hope and obsess over you within the dark chambers of his temple.
A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead; his voice clearly dipped in utter embarrassment and yearning. "I-I saw you with Gojo."
You raised a brow, lips curved in an o, when you tried to remember the last time you and Gojo had sex.
Dear God, wasn't it likeβ
"Two years ago, you mean?"
He nodded his head, biting lower lip. Cock still only catching on your entrance, and as much as he wished to sink deep into your soaking cunt, with insanity hanging by a thread, he squeezed fingers on your hips and took a deep breath.
"Y-you rode him them, I-I saw itβ"
"What do you mean, saw it?"
This blush spreading over his cheeks, a pathetic gaze he bestowed you, paired together with soft whimpers every time you squeezed slightly around his aching head, precum drenching your walls in salty droplets.
"I watched you f-from the c-corner of your chamber," admitting his perversity was a true nightmare, but you couldn't stop this pleasure coiling in your belly.
"You watched me, baby?" You sank lower, just a bit, giving him a prize for being such a good and obedient boy. "Did you touch yourself too? Hm? My cunt riding Gojo's cock excited you that much?"
His head nodded again, fast, a whimper escaping his throat when his huge cock went deeper inside your fluttering walls. The stretch was delicious, absolutely devastating, with a soft moan escaping your lips right into his parted lips.
"M-my Goddess, p-please can you move? Just a b-bit, please, please," He gasped, restraining the urge to buck his hips and push his cock into your drenched pussy till his pumping head will hit your cervix.
"How many times have you watched me?" Your questions were coming one by one, next more difficult than the other, giving Choso almost a cardiac arrest, with his heart beating so fast and his eyes almost glossy, he could not stand another embarrassing answer.
"E-every time, my Goddess, pleaseβ"
"Every time?" The last time you satisfied yourself was just after the feast. Did it mean that...?
Tears prickled in the corners of his eyes, lips wobbly when you finally, finally, sat on him with your full weight, heavy cock deep inside your cunt. You deflected, back arched, hands resting on his thighs, legs parted, allowing him to watch a creamy ring forming at the base of his cock.
"S-so good, dear Goddess, oh it feels so fucking good, y-your pussyβ" He cried, whimpered, hips finally bucking up to meet yours, cock thrusting deep inside you, squeezed, kissed by your muscles and cervix, sucked every time he tried to pull out.
His eyes met yours β cunning, glistering, with this lovable hint of gentleness and desire he never ever saw with your previous lovers. And he observed you every time another God fucked your tight cunt.
Every time with your panties around his leaking cock, every time noticing what brought you the most pleasure.
So that's how he knew that if he put his hand on your lower belly, bulging with his fat cock, and pushed it slightly, your pussy would clutch him ever harder.
He knew that if his thumb would circle your sweet clit, a sharp whine would bubble in your throat, and your eyes would cross in pleasure.
So he watched your face twist in delight, hips riding him even faster, stronger, wilder, with tits moving together with your sharp back-and-forth moves. He sat up and leaned over to suck your perked nipple, cupping another one with his big palm.
Oh, how he wanted to taste the sweetness of your milk, feeling the heaviness of your breast sitting tightly in his palm, so soft and squishy, he whimpered heavily with his cock sinking in even more. "M-my Goddness, you're squeezing me so hard, feels so good mhmmm. D-do you feel g-good?"
You nodded your head, sweat dripping down your temple, but not for long, because Chose leaned and licked it from your honeyed skin.
Oh, how fucking delicious you were.
"Let me take over? I-I promise I'll be good," His hands on your hips helped you move, fucking himself back into you harder with every thrust, but it was clear that you were getting tired. "I'll be good, good, so so so good for you my Goddessβ"
Although he absolutely loved this view, needing to have it in front of his eyes every morning β your full hips bouncing obscenely on his fat cock, belly bulging with his shaft, reddened lips parted and brows furrowed, with sweat dripping between your heavy tits, fitting his palm just perfectly. He would truly be ready to give over his Godly title to see it every fucking day.
"Mhmm yeah please baby, gonna fuck me with your cock?" Your lost gaze met his, even more miserable. "Mmm Cho baby, you're the best, the best fucking lovβ"
You didn't manage to finish your sentence before he changed your position fast. You knew he was strong, with muscular arms and great posture, back filling his black robes and heavy, massive cock sealing your thigh cunt juust in the right way.
But you truly underestimated the power he possessed. And maybe you realised it the moment his hands appeared under your thighs, puuushing them far until your knees were almost around your head, with ass lifted in the air and breath knocked out of your chest.
He was massive. Obsessed. Lost. Bubbling under his nose, with eyes glued to your open pussy. About how delicious you were, how pretty your cunt was, how he'll breed it until it flows with his cum. He parted your lips with two fingers, whimpering at the sight of you, oh so lonely and needy hole, with saps dripping down the sheets.
Choso needed one thrust only β short, absolutely brutal, stretching a still tight ring of your muscles, absolutely devouring every panted cry that escaped your lips with his wet kisses, mouth covering yours fully, and tongue sinking down your throat.
"Mmm Cho, just like that, yes yes yes." He was swallowing your every moan like a madman, thrusting his cock deep aaall the way down to your cervix, head catching on your spongy spot and hammering it with every push.
"You make me, fuck, m-my Goddess, you turn me into fucking animal," He whimpered right into your mouth, fat tears prickling in the corners of his eyes, dangerously close to sliding down his flushed cheeks every time your cunt clamped down on his drenched cock. "I-I dreamed about this for s-so long."
And you started to feel it β this warmth in your belly, your hitched breath, head spinning, and back slightly arching with Choso's brutal thrust, obscene moans filling his chamber and nothing but squelch squelch squelch of your absolutely soaked folds drenching his fat cock.
"C-cho I'm close, I'm so so so close mhmm p-please!"
Nothing could prepare him for your sweet cumming β cunt clenching hard, creamy rings stuck to his shaft and slick gushing down your thighs. You cried, shuddered, rolled your hips against his, squeezed on his cock so hard, you felt every vein of his throbbing shaft. And he continued to pound you madly, brutally, cock sinking balls deep into your hole, a whimper escaping his throat when he drove his mass on your body even harder.
Folding you in half, preparing for a proper breeding, the thought of fucking the most fertile Goddess made him go insane.
Oh god, oh dear fucking god, how many children could you give him?
How delicious your milk would be when he would fuck your pretty pussy while drinking it riiight from your plump tits?
"M-my Goddess, can I p-please cumβ"
"You better not spill any drop." Your voice was raspy but still possessed this domination that made him cream his pants on the spot.
So with another thrust, he completly crushed, body shuddering, thrusts not stopping until his tip pressed fully against your womb, filling you with loads and loads, oh god he really was a perv and a virgin, of cum, until it stuck gluey to your walls.
And with a heavy breath, he finally plopped down, embracing you with both arms and placing a cheek on your breast.
The silence filled his chamber, with sky still showing no traces of sun, only the nighttime quietness and, oh, were those crickets singing outside his temple?
"They're also dying, you know?" He whispered, as if reading your mind.
A laugh escaped your throat as you combed your fingers through his hair. "So you decided to put them in your garden?"
He chuckled too, dark eyes closed as if preparing for deep slumber. "I hoped you'd like it. To have something... alive, more familiar here."
Your heart squeezed faintly at the thought of God of the Dead himself wanting to make you comfortable in his always gloomy, always eerie domain.
And maybe you didn't much enjoy the shrieks coming from Tartarus and all the lost souls wandering around his territory, you truly thought that with more aliveness here, you could make it work.
That's why no God or nymph could ever imagine, that during the next feast, Hades himself, a God feared by them all, will sit obediently, flushed on red wine, with a such a beauty on his lap β Aphrodite herself, chippering something sweetly to his ear and may or may not moving her hips in circles on his, oh sooo tight robe!
Going back to Egypt, Seth! Sukuna next <3
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