Tw: Yandere themes, Impersonation, Manipulation, NSFW, AFAB!reader, Extremely Dubious-consent (Bordering Non-consent) Handjob, Breeding kink, Bondage, Implied murder, Blackmailing, Time-period sexism, Degrading language(âharlotâ), Stalking, Implied forced Pregnancy, Angst.
It was at the dawn of springtide, where larks sing paeans of joy and peace. In a place where flowerbed grows seamlessly, lays a lady with a child huddled in her lap. The (h/c) woman was crooning a melody of her own past to soothe her sleeping babe. Whilst her soft hands, tended to her childâs head tenderly as not to disturb them.
Mortals often refer to her as the symbol of femininity. With her gentle and compassionate soul, she was said to mother more than a hundred children equal in care and love. Be it hers or those whose parents had passed away. Never favoring a child over another, which solidified her as a representative of maternity as well.
On the contrary to most of the other deities, she always heeded her children and worshippers call be it in joy or otherwise. Which in doing so displayed her other attribute, that being talent. On one occasion, one of her many children tore their garment as they were playing fiercely with one another around her fields.
She took their garb and begun to weave the holes with precision, so much that it never tore again after the incident. It truly shined, when she has slain a three headed dragon with bare ease that had threatened her worshippersâ safety. Nonetheless, she was a pacifist unless aggravated.
She was a minor deity, but that did not bother her in the slightest. If anything, she preferred it that way. Her life was free from unnecessary turmoils that are caused by other deities for interfering with the lives of mortals.
For that reason alone, she made sure her presence was concealed from their prying eyes. Of course, she had not hated them for that or had the reason to do so. Admittedly, her faith in others -regardless whether they deserve it or not- can be a strength of hers as much as a vital weakness to be exploited.
After she has put her child to sleep and ensured their safety, she recoiled back into her safe haven for the day. Blissfully ignorant of the probing eyes that followed her fleeing figure.
Her sanctuary was brimmed with all kinds of life. Deer alongside its fawns were playing around her sacred meadows, while Hummingbirdsâ chirping have set a tune for the ears to enjoy. The grounds were coated with various kinds of blossoming flowers, but was predominantly with Gladiolus and Lily.
The Gladiolus commemorate her previous mortal husband who had perished, due to consumption. His probity alone enticed her, yet it was the way he valued his children wishes over his own that made her fall for him.
In her nostalgic reminiscence, she sang about him as if it was the day whence he was with her. Holding her close to his chest, as they have counted the stars together with their children.
Some of which had ended up building a legacy of their own. Whether constructing a kingdom of their own, or wind up as heroes to the locals. Which made her kind heart swell with pride at their achievements, as if it was her own.
In spite of that, she aches for her dearest spouse and the special connection theyâve had. The creatures surrounding her stilled in their places, to hear the goddessâs euphonious serenade.
Her voice was overflowing with melancholy at the loss of her late husband. It is true, that she had a plenty of lovers but not concomitantly. Nor were they as impactful as her former beloved. That or the woes of her bereavement has blinded her from seeking another.
âBeautiful, yet sorrowful. Please do tell what tragedy has befell you, my fair maiden.â lulled the being behind her. A familiar masculine voice rang through her ear canals, whilst his warm fingers held strands of her fallen tresses within its firm grasp. Surprised, she turned around only to be met with the burning gaze of the sunlight god.
Her face bloomed in embarrassment, as she finally laid her eyes on Apollo. He was undoubtedly an icon of youthfulness and elegance.
His epidermis shone bright with golden light like the hues of the sun at a morning day. Whereas his blond locks has fallen below his broad shoulders, with an aureate wreath crown that settled itself upon his temple. His taut and well-defined muscles were hidden behind his chiton and the winter white cloak that trails behind every step he takes.
Yet, the master of arts was known for loving in all the wrong ways. His first lover, a dryad named Daphne, was turned into a laurel tree just to escape his obsessive hold. She halted her serenade, as she stepped back in fear of the god. She may be strong against monsters, but what is she against a major deity?
âI beg you to continue your song, my muse. You neednât fear me, for I hold no ill intentions against you. I apologize if I startled you it wasnât my aim to do so. Your melodious song has enraptured me, for Iâve never heard a voice as pure as yours.â The male reassured with honeyed enunciation and modulated a charming smile on his sandy visage.
There was something intense and deceptive about it. How else could he see through the enchantments that surrounded her meadow? It did not sit well with her, so she did the thing that her gut instinct had told her to do. She has shape-shifted into her sacred animal, then bolted away from the male.
Leaving the god craving more of her gentle voice and care. For he has seen enough of the motherly female, to deem her worthy of him and his affection.
Day after day, Apollo sought her company. He wrote hymns in her name and ordered the nine muses to sing it, alongside her mournful poem that he heard in her domain. He even built a lofty statue made of the most refined marble in her honor. At every turn, she shied away from his gestures.
His desperation reared its ugly head, once he changed his form to that of her former lover in hopes of possessing her wholly. He dreamt every day and night of her soft caresses against his muscular frame, as he burrowed himself inside her moreish core and please her throughly leaving no area untouched.
A domestic life with her was all he asks for. He wonât let her get away this time. He was kind and gentle with her before, yet she begets the hunter within him now. Fortunately for her, he was a talented one.
Today, unlike other days, was peaceful without the intervention of the patron of music in her fatherâs garden. It made her wary and left her room to think through his persistent pursuits.
Guilt and shame was pooling in her gut, so she realized of what she did wrong. It was definitely unlike her to reject a soul -let alone run from-, regardless if they were a god or not, vying for her sympathy and attention.
Perhaps, she has judged him harshly. Maybe, she could garner her missing connection with him. He seemed earnest and passionate at least, unlike his previous fleeting affairs.
Sighing, the (h/c) woman continued to water the gardens until a sharp hiss was heard from the forest of tranquility. Her maternal instinct flared, as she ventured toward the forest to heal whatever creature was injured. Instead, she saw the last person sheâd expected to see. Her iridescent eyes were surged with tears, as her following words were filled with euphoria. âáŒÎłÎ±ÏηÏÏÏ?â
Immediately, her sleek hands has found themselves around the ebonyâs male mid-waist. Bringing him close to her throbbing heart, as she silently cried. Philetor has drawn circles on her back, comforting his wife with a caring smile strewn on his visage.
âI thought you died.â She whispered grievously almost to herself, before moving away from her former spouse. She mightâve been an empathetic individual, yet she is not gullible. There was something uncanny, but she can not put her fingers on it.
Apollo was saddened at the sudden disappearance of her warmth. Yet, he kept his cool and continued with the innocuous act. That what he told himself it was only a matter of time, before they become one in union like a star in a constellation.
âI did. Yet, Hades brought me back to you. After all, he could not stomach seeing you miserable. That he told me, plus donât you trust me? Orpheus got his wife back, so why couldnât you?â Your husbandâs dark complexion was torn into a hearty grin.
âIf that did not satiate your skepticism, then you are free to look beneath my chiton.â He remarked flirtatiously. As he winked the same wink, that made her heart tremble the first time she met him.
Perhaps, she was just overthinking things. His words were true, Orpheus recently got his wife back and Hades is one of the few gods she had a cordial relationship with.
Seeing that his act began to ebb on her suspicions, made him internally simper. He doesnât know how much longer he could abstain, before he finally surrenders to his primal temptations.
âAlright, my little minx. Come here. Let me heal you, then we could do whatever you wish to do.â She chortled, as her former tense expression shifted into a more playful one.
Naked as the day they were born, she shyly traced her fingertips from his bulging larynx to his dark unyielding muscles. The deed made him chuckle, as he guided her hands towards his well-endowed member. He might be in the image of the man he loathes the most, yet he will take the time to enjoy her pliant hand on him.
As much it breaks his heart to see his beloved upset at the death of her ex-husband, he will settle for it rather than let another steal her away from him.
Nonetheless, he moaned gravely once she started to pump his hard on with her diligent hand.
âShy, are we? There is no one to blame, but yourself.â She drawled teasing her supposed husband with a harsh squeeze of his pulsated cock. Cream white precum was already leaking from the head of his erected member.
Whilst Philetor kneaded one of her breast in his calloused palms, eliciting a whimper from the woman above. âIf that is the case, I would not be the one whimpering.â he retaliated by flipping her on the silky bed, so he was on top of her. She was utterly beautiful, underneath his bulk. He canât wait to stuff her with his seed, then they could start a family together.
âWhat do you think of, my beloved? Your beautiful face is contemplating. Tell me, so I could provide you with it.â She muttered besides his ear, as she stroke his head and slowly splayed her legs apart revealing her dripping womanhood.
âEver so considerate, my dove. What good did I do to garner your attention. To be frank, Iâve missed you greatly. It felt as if eons had passed while I was in Elysium without your blessed company. Most of all, seeing our children grow to become heroes made my day. For old time sake, would you bless me with another bundles of joy?â The dark-haired male rambled deliriously as he prepared his wife by fingering her tight cunt.
He coated her inner thighs with her juices and his precum, as not to hurt her when he enters her. By all that is Olympus, was she tight on his digits. Oh, he canât wait for her hole to fit his cock in its firm grip.
In a spur of moment, he crashed his chapped lips against her soft ones. His dark orbs began to fade, instead in its place burns a familiar light. His restless yearning akin to the sun flare, has smouldered through his disguise.
The former rich black pigmentation has vanished into a milky hue, whilst his onyx-like short hair transformed into a fair gold long mane. It wasnât her husband all this time?! That means she was speaking to an impostor all along. No, No. She refuses to believe that.
âYou?!â She pointed accusingly, as she tried to slither away from his vice grasp. To no avail, he didnât budge. Instead, he further dug his nails on her waist and brought her closer to his bare muscly torso. âLet me go.â She cries, trying to alter her form to escape him. Yet, the golden chains restricted her from doing so.
It dawned upon her, that the chains she unwittingly agreed with this impostor - who she initially thought was her husband- were nothing more than a way to restrict her abilities and not for the sake of pleasure.
âNever.â He whispered melodiously in contrast to the harsh bite on her shoulder, that invoked a painful hiss from her. Leaving a red hickey, and a rivulet of blue ichor flowing from the jarring action. He turned to face her with an obsessive look in his sky-like irises and a smirking mouth dripping of her succulent essence.
âHush, now. Donât waste those teary eyes and beautiful melodies. Arenât you tired of catering to mortals all the time? Let me take care of you, by Olympus you deserve it and more. All I need from you is your love and care. I could never ask for more.â He stated stroking her in all the good places. His words were dripping in honey and praises, yet she would not yield as she felt bitter and indignation at his delusions. Due to being taken advantage at her lowest point.
âYou ask of my love and care? When you dare to impersonate and desecrate the image of my dear husband. All that for your selfish desires, have you lost your mind or did Eros addle your mind again? Youâll never be half the man Philetor was.â She spat venom lacing her words as she squirmed to display her discomfort with his misactions.
Suddenly, she felt a scalding heat -similar to the sting of thousand needles piercing her skin-burning through her flesh from where her chains was attached. It pales comparing to the jealously that shined in the gods expression. His brows were furrowed, while his mouth were carved into a loathsome scowl, and his grip so tight that it may as well cut off her blood circulation.
âWhat does that filthy mortal have that I donât? I am the lord of medicine, music, and the protection of the young. Besides it had been a long while since he had died, so why wonât you give in to me.â Apollo clenched his teeth as he retained from cursing the mortal further, whilst his nails clawed desperately at her back.
âHonesty. Trust. Something that you breached upon, when you decided to take advantage of a mournful woman at her lowest point.â She replied holding a moan down as a burst of pleasure began to dwindle her senses. He had to administer something for her to react that way, for she felt no greater pleasure than this.
âI wouldâve given you the truth, if only you gave me the chance. You know nothing of my agony as I watch you everyday reject my courtship. Now, relax and enjoy. Otherwise, it would be a shame if it got out that the patron of motherhood turned to be a harlot.â The blond god tittered mockingly, as he very much knew once he consummate with her that she will be his eternally. After all, she is completely binded to her monogamous principle. If it was known of her to break it, then she will be punished severely.
Epiphany has stroke her, as her previous guilt and sympathies regarding the god has vanished into resentment and despair. Her false hope was nothing more than a mere nightmare in the guise of a daydream.
Perhaps, if she disassociate from the situations then everything will be well. Fool, her mind screamed as a sandy hand caressed and twisted her perked bosom.
Leaning down his golden threads tickled her bare figure, whilst his pulpous mouth latched on hers begging for an entrance. An entrance she willingly ceded, lest her honour be vanquished.
His wet appendage exploring every acre of her mouth, his expert palms twisting her erect nipples, and his strong hips rolling into her core with his hard on. As he continued his assault her chest with gentle ministration, his flushed baby blue met her lachrymose ones.
âShh.. No need to be fear me. Iâd die a million time in river Styx than to harm you. Let me give you the love you deserve, my beautiful muse.â His lips waxes out delusions of devotions and of eternal love near her ears. His warm and hypnotic words began to chip at her will.
âIf I didnât have a choice to begin with, then it is better for me to enjoy this sick reality. Could I be at fault, when I did not give him a chance?â
Soon, she felt a prick from her cunt as bulbous head of his cock began entering her. The vastness of the room was filled with carnality of their groans, mashed together to form a chant of their own. Once his prolonged length has settled within the lips of her vagina, he began by removing it slowly. The sudden feeling of emptiness made her whine, craving more for the feeling of fullness provided by his member that reminded of her precious former husband.
âEager, are we? Donât worry I will ensure that your full of myself and swell with our future children.â Apollo muttered titillated at the notion of jamming his seed into his beloved muse. Finally, he was at peace with her delicate and warm frame against his.
It was only an infinitesimal, before he plunged back into her wet pussy. Then removing it again. Hips smacking each other, as the process repeated itself. Soon, she felt a warm feeling washed over her as she cummed all over his thick girth.
âCumming, without my permission? Tsk. Tsk. What a naughty women you are, my muse. Iâll forgive you this once, as you will be carrying our child. Otherwise, a punishment is in due.â Apollo teased with his seductive tone, while feeling his own orgasm is nearly coming.
As her pussy has enclosed on his girth, she felt hot sticky fluid has flowed over walls. It was done, her body felt sore all over. The session has ended with her being tired, with the last thing she saw was his maniacal grin as he traced her lower abdomen where her womb was located.
âSleep well, my dear Nightingale. For tomorrow, the world will witness a new rebirth and union.â
Perhaps, if she closed her eyes hard enough then hopefully this ephialtes will be gone. In its place, would be her husband smiling at her and pecking her cheeks as he welcomes her in his comforting embrace.
An: Well, I finished my finals. I hope I delivered well. Iâve been thinking doing yandere elder scroll games in my other blog, cause Imma big simp for Lucien Lachance and Ondolemar (Donât condone Thalmor, ofc. Just bring the horni in me or he has decent respect unlike his contemporaries.) Remember reblogs are much appreciated.
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