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Holy Mother Of Many

Summary: You are the wife of God himself. You both made many amazing angelic children such as Lucifer and Sera, one day in many of the galaxys and cosmos problems occurred, so you set out to fix the problems while intrusting your husband with your children. But what you didn't know was when leaving many bad things would happen, making hardly any good come out of it.

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You had a relationship with the holy father God himself. You were his devine wife, the holy mother of all creations. You were together since the start of everything.

You had many devine children, one of your favorites being little Lucifer. Just seeing him when he was a baby, you knew he would have a similar personality to you. Sadly, you never got to find out due to you having to leave to do other things like glaxeys and cosmos to look after. Before you left, you instructed your husband to look after both of your creations. You then left the home you loved.

Oh, how would you regret that decision.

??? Years later

You were now working on a glaxey in your main form (which is like atleast 300ft tall) when you realized you should really take a vacay and see your husband again and all your angelic children, I mean it has been many many many many many many many years.

A few mins later, you arrived in front of heavens gates in your smol form (7 ft tall). About to walk in, you saw a blonde male at a podium. "Oh greetings, mister!" You said to the man. "Welcome to heaven ma'am! May I please get your name." The man said to you.

"Name? Why do you need my name?" You asked. "Well-" "St Peter, let me deal with this," Sera interrupted Peter and told him so while flying down from somewhere. "Yes, Sera," St Peter said, then flying away. "Wait, Sera?" You said, "Hello mother, " Sera said softly, smiling. You quickly hugged her. "Oh, Sera, my darling daughter!" You said.

You moved slightly backward so you can have eye contact with her. "Oh, sweety, you're all grown up! Im so sorry that i haven't been here!" You told Sera. "It's alright, mother," she told you. "Anyway, what's up with the whole name thing? And where's Luci? And all my other beautiful children?" You asked her.

"Let's go and talk about this somewhere else," Sera said as she telaported you both into what you assumed was her office. "Take a seat, mother," Sera told you. You listened to your daughter and sat down on the comfortable seat.

"You see Mother when you left. Father decided to sleep once i and some of the others were old enough, and he is still sleeping. When he first fell asleep, some of the oldest ones and I made a project called Earth, and we made these creatures called humans. And well... Lucifer destroyed it with childish actions. He brought evil into earth, and in turn, he created his own doman fill of that evil. He lives there, ruling the doman of evil." Sera told you.

"WHAT⁉️"

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"You know what, I'm going down there to check on him," you told Sera. "But mother," Sera began "no don't even think about it, Sera," you said, getting up. "Yes, mother," Sera said, making a portal in front of the hotel for you. "I'll talk to you more once i return," you said, entering the portal. "Yes, mother," she said not trying to upset you anymore.

"I wonder why Sera telaported me in front of a hotel." You sighed. "Oh well, he's probably in there. I can sense my boy," you said, walking up to the door.

You knocked on the door, and a few minutes later, a pink and white spider looking guy opened it and looked at you in shock. "Hey uh Vaggie there is an angel at the door!" The guy said toward what you saw to be an ex angel, going by her aura, wings, and lack of halo, at least.

"Oh shoot, I'll go get Charlie you let her get comfy," Vaggie said to the pink and white spider guy. "But isn't she busy with something important with Alastor?" The guy asked. "Oh, right! I guess I'll get Lucifer and be nice to her Angel!" Vaggie said, running up the hotel stairs. You smiled at the mention of Lucifer, You were so excited to see your son.

You now sat on the couch, which the man named Angel kindly led you to sit on and wait. While waiting, who you now learned was named Angel dust tried making small talk with you. But it did not really end up well he seemed to be nervous for some reason, but you decided not to overlook it in some way.

After a few minutes of waiting, a portal finally opened. Lucifer walked into the hotel lobby and made eye contact with you. You immediately telaported to him and tightly hugged him. "Oh Luci, my son. I'm so happy to see you again!" You told him.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Lucifer asked you. "To see you ofcourse" You told him, holding his rosy cheeks and looking down at him. "I would have came much much earlier if I knew what happened to you all those years ago, but I intrusted your now excuse of a father to you and your siblings."

"Are you alright, though? I'm aware the... Fall. Was, alot," "Of course im alright Mom, i have a daughter now. " Your smile increased at that information. "I have a granddaughter?!" You asked Lucifer, squishing his rosy cheeks even more. "Indeed you do, mom," Lucifer told you. "Oh my word, im a grandmother! That's crazy so where is she?" You asked him.

"Well... she just walked through the doors right now. " You looked behind you seeing the splitting image of your son in a female form. You smiled cheek to cheek upon seeing this just seeing her. You knew the both had at least a similar personality.

"Dad, why is there an angel here?" His daughter asked. "Charlie, this is your grandmother." "It's nice to meet you, my granddaughter." "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Charlie, but you already know that, i have one question, though: how come i did not see you in heaven?" Charlie asked.

"Well, i was busy with a lot of work at that moment," you told her. "Oh! uhm! Can I tell you about this project im working on!?" Charlie asked you. "Sure ofcourse go ahead. I'd love to hear of such" Charlie bounced up upon hearing that and started walking you through the hotel with your son that Vaggie girl and what you sensed to be a smiling fellow behind he did not speak yet though.

You needed to wake up your husband and scoled him for his passed actions and Sera as well, but for now, you would enjoy the company of the Hazbin Hotel.

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[monsterritory]

No I’m not several months late to this. It’s always a good time for shipping 

Part 2

[jk--47]

Whenever there are stories of beautiful virgin sacrifices, they are always dainty and small, but I just imagine the virgin chosen from your small village was you, a hunter, like your father. You’re over six feet tall, muscular, and very intimidating.

Don't get me wrong, you are beautiful, but I just imagine the god being so confused like:

 ‘I know im supposed to be the god of war and everything, but she fukin scares me. How did they even get her here? If she wasn’t willing, they definitely couldn’t make her do anything... holy shit she’s hot.’

He falls in love with you anyway, and he becomes an obsessed simp for his strong, perfect wife, his wife.

[luvvsoft]

ᰔᩚ poseidon x god! reader, fluff to angst, one-sided pining, rejection, a little ooc! poseidon, implied poseidon x amphitrite, set before ragnarok

wc: 1150 words

"Cursed are those who feel oceans but can express just a drop."

the night sky was always a place you could look up to for comfort. it held the constellations and scattered stars that were a sight to behold. as the god of stars, you felt a much stronger pull toward them. you could always look up from mount olympus and expect to see the creations you so loved.

maybe it was the combination of the stars and oceans that led you to form a bond with the highly feared poseidon. you'd take vast amounts of time to go to the oceans and linger, as if waiting for someone. maybe that's what others would think if they saw you, though you knew better.

you met poseidon while stargazing. he'd come out of his domain for once and didn't bother to acknowledge you, as if you were a mere mortal who didn't deserve his attention.

"..."

it was an awkward situation, one where he just stood and paid you no mind.

"you know, you can have a seat and watch the stars alongside me," you said.

"hm.." was all you heard before there was some shuffling near you and he sat, still equipped with his trident.

"i find that there's a beauty in the stars: the way they can form just about anything and shine so brightly despite everything."

poseidon sat there and let you ramble, even when you swore you were bothering him. he didn't stop you or give you one of his pointed glares to shut you up.

he soon found out you were in fact not a mortal, but instead a god-- a minor god at that. he stopped wondering why he never saw you when he learned of how barely anyone remembered you.

you'd both come to form a friendship, if you could even call it that. it mostly consisted of you talking, while he listened and only said something when necessary. you enjoyed having someone to talk to, even if it was only in the night with only the stars as your witnesses.

poseidon treated you like no other; he'd been willing to abandon his duties if you asked, slay another if you so pleased, anything. it didn't take much for the both of you to become close, bonded like swans.

"hey, don't you ever get tired of just staring at the stars with me?" you asked.

"only a fool would get tired of you," he quickly replied.

you don't know what it was about that sentence that lit a fire in you, but it was burning as bright as the flames created by hephaestus himself. maybe it was how he indirectly admitted to not tiring of you, or maybe it was how he said only a fool would do the former. it didn't matter to you; it was just a moment of realization, realization that you fancied him and only wished for the feelings to be returned.

your meetings had a slight shift that only you felt. you looked forward to seeing him every night even more. there was a feeling bubbling up inside you that always wanted to burst and confess, but you held out. though you were aware of the way you felt for poseidon, you knew you couldn't act on it unless you were sure he felt the same way. you couldn't risk ruining what the both of you had, no matter what your heart told you.

you sought out aphrodite one night, who only served to convince you that the god you yearned for wanted you in the same manner you did him. with the newfound confidence, you got ready to meet with poseidon, who you were determined to make yours.

unbeknownst to you, poseidon did not feel the way you did. he would be lying if he said he didn't find comfort in your friendship, but that was all he thought of it as: a friendship. he thought of himself as too highly for you, too heavenly. he'd never be able to feel the way you did for him, for he'd already found someone to pour his love into.

when you met up for the night, he could instantly tell you were glowing, like one of the various stars you'd pointed out and told him about. you were also more dressed up than usual, as if this was a special occasion.

"hi, i've been waiting for you," you said, feeling like a shy schoolgirl who couldn't ask out their crush. perhaps that's what you were at the moment: nothing more than a person yearning for their loved one to love them back. you hadn't felt like a mortal in so long, it almost felt foreign.

"i see you clearly have somewhere to be," poseidon muttered.

though it was barely audible, you still caught onto it, clinging onto any words he uttered to you.

"no no, i have nowhere to be but by you tonight," you responded, albeit a little too defensively for your liking.

you both then sat and just admired the stars, with the occasional talk coming from you. tonight, you were paying more attention to poseidon: the way he talked and stared, the way his lips occasionally twitched.

"what would you do if you found out you have feelings for someone dear to you?" you randomly asked.

"where's this coming from?" poseidon asked back.

"i find myself in a situation like that and hope for your input," you said.

"in that case, i'd act on them," poseidon replied.

"then, i'd like to act on them. i need something more than friendship between us. i need to be able to comb through your golden locks when night falls, to hold you tightly and not dream of letting go, even when atlas gives out. even when those who reside in tartarus find a way to break free. my heart is written in the stars, searching for yours in a cluster of lonely stars. i'd orbit the sun, the planets, the galaxy to find your love, if you'd give me the privilege of doing so." you intensely said, not caring if it was overwhelming to you. you needed to get your feelings out before you regretted them. though if you knew the truth, you'd come to regret meeting poseidon altogether.

"i do not feel the same way," poseidon calmly said before standing up and leaving. leaving you alone with your heart that was slowly shattering. leaving you with the stars whom you once sought comfort from. leaving you with nothing but the tears slowly forming in your eyes. leaving you with nothing but the stars who cradled your form, as if they could soften the hurt.

Cursed are you who fell hard but wasn't caught.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Servantly duties

A/N: I've been working on this on and off for like a month so I'm sorry if its no bueno! I was really just trying to finish it and am keen to work on kinktober!

TW: implied sexual harassment, chipped fingernail, aphrodisiac/ love potion trope, forced kissing/touching

Synopsis: as a human servant to a satyr god, you're forced to draw him a bath and fall to his whims. 

Word Count:4000

Being a servant for a deity and their court was not as glamorous as it may have seemed. “Yes your highness” this, and “of course my lord” that; you were just thankful that satyrs were a lively race. Especially considering their knacks for magic and devious enchantments, not to mention their selfishly lustful acts. But you, you had the special task of taking care of a very important one. A god. Though the god himself was not very powerful nor crucial to most creatures, in the hierarchy of his race he was the most grand. 

After getting caught stealing from his altar out of desperation, you were condemned to work in the prime temple as a servant. You were shown mercy partly due to the gods laziness, and mostly because the being took a strange, licentious liking to you. Besides nymphs, humans were one of the most sought after creatures by satyrs, and it was not very often that one of the two would strut into such a dangerous territory. If it weren’t for the deity keeping you at his side, you probably would’ve been taken by one of his subjects. Satyrs never had a filter on their ravenous sexuality, only god knows what would’ve happened if they got their claws on you. But, it's not like the deity was any better. 

Though your servitude was a punishment, you grew accustomed to your life here. You swallow your pride in order to avoid the gods wrath, hoping someday to be free of serving such voracious creatures. A snide comeback wasn’t worth being cursed for the rest of your life. He was still a deity, after all. So, you bite your tongue and do your duties. You were constantly at his beck and call to refill a glass of wine, to clean up after a luxurious party, or to wave a fan. The work never ended.

You recalled the orders from earlier. 

"Dearest, I want a bath this evening. Make it nice, I only want you in my company." he purred to you. 

You responded accordingly, but saw the way he looked at you. You were sure that he was planning some dastardly crude idea to get you to fall for him. 

You were brought out of your thoughts by a searing pain, accidentally touching the burning pot in front of you. You retracted your hand as fast as lightning from the boiling water. The small fire underneath it had been slowly dying but yet the pail stayed piping hot. Picking up the handle, you delicately rose it from the fireplace. The metal handle dug into your skin as the weight of the water became nearly too much to carry. But you continued walking towards the large bath.

Reaching the basin, you took the thick cloth in your pocket and held the bottom of the pail, dumping it into the bath. The steam quickly diminished as the hot liquid mixed with the water already placed in the tub.

You hummed to yourself as you picked up a bottle of rose oil. You smelled it for a moment, savoring the sweet scent you'd likely never be able to experience fully. Small drips of the liquid fell into the bath, the smell becoming more potent the more it dripped. Setting it back down you took the few flowers surrounding the bathtub and began to peel them. The dried petals fell into the water elegantly. You snuck a few smaller ones into your pocket, watching the door in case the deity appeared. 

You got up to find the clothes you put on the bed earlier, grabbing them and turning slowly to the basin again; The labor of the day was finally hitting you yet it was nice to have a moment alone. But your slack shoulders didn’t stay at ease for long; the sound of the bedroom door swinging open made you tense up again, hurrying to bring the clothing into the bathroom.

“Oh dearest human,” a sing-songy voice called. “Is my bath ready yet?” You heard the rustling of fabric come from the bedroom as you tripped over yourself to get to the door. 

“Yes, my lord.” You cleared your throat, looking as you saw what was in front of you. 

The satyr deity, Philon, was currently eyeing you with a grin. He had already tossed off his satchel, his dirty tunic clearly next. To say the god was bulky was an understatement. His race was not all that different from humans, but his huge stature and animalistic features said otherwise. The deity status was not one that made him any less intimidating, either. He easily towered over you, peering down while his furry ears twitched and his hazel eyes twinkled. You had helped dress the satyr on multiple occasions and occasionally tended to his bath, but it was always with other servants or worshippers. Now, you were given the task to handle him alone. You couldn't even imagine it.

He completely shattered any line of professionalism to the point where you didn't know whether to take his flirty words seriously, to refute them, or to fall to his whims out of fear for your life. Some of the other servants believed Philon was trying to court you. From the way he pursued you longer than any other creature that caught his eye, and how he dismissed any other satyr from touching you, it did look suspicious. But you wouldn't believe it; after all his games and his sickeningly sweet remarks, you believed you were just another distraction until he got bored.

"Finally," the god released a groan, stretching his arms as he began to disrobe. "Feels like I've been out in that forest for ages." 

He noticed you watching as he pulled leaves out of his long hair, undoing the intricate weaving you prepared this morning. Small pieces of gold and little jewels were still strung in his locks. He smirked, staring back at you as he stroked his hair. 

"See something you like?" 

You looked away quickly. 

"I apologize for staring," you mumbled, embarrassed and trying to gesture to the bathroom. He was so full of himself. "Please my lord, your bath is ready." 

Philon grinned, strutting past you. 

As he made his way to the bath, the god began untying his once white tunic. It had been stained with spilt wine and dirt, remnants that surely came from the loud festival outside. But he stopped for a moment, watching you stand there without following. 

"Well come on now, these clothes aren't going to come off themselves!" The satyr said with a hearty laugh. 

You swallowed harshly. At Least being ravaged by a deity was better than any old satyr, you thought to yourself. The all male race had definitely not been easy to deal with.  Everyone was still outside the temple, busy celebrating this year's harvest thanks to Philon; he was usually the last one standing when it came to celebrations of himself.

You walked as slow as you could to the large porcelain bath. Philon sat on the edge of it and stuck a finger in the warm water, swirling it around as petals stuck to his skin. The pleasant aroma of the bath helped ease your nerves. 

He watched you shuffle in, poorly hiding a devious smirk behind his hand. Your shaky hands begin to undo the knot that he had clearly re-tied. 

You felt him staring down at you as warm breath hitting the top of your head. Your fingers struggled with the knot, sweat dripping down your brow as his stare grew intense. But he didn't stop you. Fumbling until your fingernail split, you successfully undid the knot. A small sacrifice to keep your dignity. You were glad the satyr didn’t seem to notice. 

At the removal of the knot, the rest of the satyr’s clothes came undone. His chiton fell to the floor gracefully piling around his feet. You had seen the deity in all his naked glory before, but for some reason this time it felt different. Maybe it was because you were the only one who had his attention. Or maybe, it was because it felt like he was burning holes into your face with how hard he was looking for your reaction. 

You ignored him, picking up the loose fabric that smelled of sweat and sweet wine to put in a small basket. Philon stepped into the tub, letting out an audible groan at feeling the water pool around his legs. You jumped at hearing him, the sensual noise catching you off guard. The lord lowered himself into the bath of petals and sweet smells as he waited for you to tend to him. Picking up the basket of clothes, you intended to get out as fast as you could. Bowing shortly you skittered towards the door. 

“Wait a minute,” the satyr beckoned you with a finger, eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t think you’re done, do you? How am I supposed to get clean?” 

He lifted his furry hoof, water dripping off of his lower half as you looked away; you were tempted to roll your eyes. Of course he wanted you to clean him. You reluctantly set down the basket, coming closer to the bath. You prayed to any other deities that could hear you, hoping they would save you from such a fate. 

But alas, nothing stopped you as you found a clean washcloth on the table behind the bath, near the flower oils and a bar of soap. You quickly grabbed it, dipping the washcloth in the bath water and furiously rubbing the chunk of lye. Maybe if you rushed, he wouldn’t have time to try and mess with you, right? That was the only hope you could cling to. 

But as soon as you were ready to begin bathing him, you froze. This was going to be a lot harder than you thought. You thanked the gods that bubbles covered his lower half, but his bare, dripping chest and biceps still sat before you.

“Start with my shoulders,” He commanded, resting his arms on the bath’s rim. “I’ve got a terrible ache.”

You bit your tongue and shimmied on your knees to the other side of the bath. “Of course.” 

His back was as clean as you’d expect of a god who lazed all day. The nape of his neck was slick with sweat and water, a flurry of freckles dotting his back; they almost seemed to form constellations. You brought the washcloth to his shoulders, feeling his muscles vibrating under your touch. The small divots and hills of his skin were smooth against your fingertips. Before you knew it you had soaped up his shoulders and back completely. He had let out a few, throaty groans at your work but you were too preoccupied to notice. The satyr let out a blissful sigh as he turned upward to look at you. 

“Don’t think your work is done yet, my little dove,” Philon grinned from upside down, fingers reaching out to graze your lips. He left your cheek wet with soap suds as you stayed put, mostly out of surprise. He cupped your cheek as you dared not to lean in or move away.

He then pointed to his head, the long reddish brown strands swaying as he moved. You were dazed for a moment until it clicked, your eyes lighting up with relief. Perhaps, all he really wanted was a bath? Maybe your hope was turning to delusion. 

You grabbed a fancy glass bottle, remembering from having seen it a thousand times while cleaning. You assumed that it was the right one for hair, and poured its contents. Lathering it in your hands, you came to find Philon’s hair was already wet, likely done by the deity in order to speed the process up. You could tell he was growing impatient.

You began from the top of his skull down to the tips of his long locks, thoroughly massaging the suds into his head. You got to the sides near his long, furry ears, rubbing the soap in as you heard him release another groan. They seemed nearly unintentional; the deity's eyes were shut as he let you mold him, his body lax.

You were careful to avoid his horns, their presence hindering your scrubbing. They were one of the few traits that defined the satyr. Other than his horns and ears, from the waist up you'd think he was human. Well, nearly. His kind tended to grow more hair and fur than humans, and this one in particular had the blood of a god flowing through his veins. 

You cupped the deity's chin and leaned his head back lightly, cupping water in your hands to wash out the lavender scented soap. He leaned his head backward and brought your arm to his chest.

Your hand went limp in his, afraid for a moment. You allowed yourself to keep washing the soap suds as he stroked your palm. Philon’s fingers messed with yours, prying open your hand that was balled into a fist. Warm, wet hands tickled your wrist as he intertwined his fingers with yours. 

You swiftly finished rinsing the soap, getting up to busy yourself with finding the rag you left somewhere. You swore you left it on the table only a few feet away. But before you could figure out the location of the rag, you felt your arm tugged by a slimy hand. 

"What's this?" Philon asked. He observed your broken nail. "What happened?"

You watched as he stroked your pointer finger, looking closely at the crack that divided your fingernail. 

"Just an accident. It doesn't impede my work." You said matter-of-factly.

"Well I can't have you working with an injury like this. It could get infected, you know. "

"But the soap--"

He put a finger to your lips, talking over you.

"No buts. In fact, I think this needs to be taken care of now before you injure yourself more."

You were unable to protest as he pulled your arms into the tub. Before you knew it, he had dragged you entirely in, making you let out a yelp as he embraced you with his arms. Your clothes quickly soaked as you flailed. 

Philon chuckled as shock and surprise fled your eyes. You bit your tongue to prevent from giving him a piece of your mind, not daring to extend your servitude sentence any longer. But boy, did you want to bite his head off.

"Awe, what's with the frown?" He grabbed your chin, twisting your face to admire the scowl you held. "glad I was able to make you wet, though."

You couldn't help but cringe, feeling the satyr grip your backside, both to hold you up and to cup a feel. You assumed you looked like a wet cat about now. 

"My lord, how am I supposed to do my work like this?" you said between gritted teeth.

The satyr kept grinning at you cheekily.

"I can't have you getting hurt again on my watch. You can keep washing me in the bath." He leaned back in the tub, waiting for you to make your move. 

Looking at his chest, you realized what he expected. He was still holding you, rubbing his large hands on your knees as you unintentionally straddled his waist. You didn't waste any time wondering what the protruding thing beneath you was.

At a loss for words, you decided to just keep working. Still holding onto the delusional hope of being able to finish quickly and leaving, you leaned forward to grab the soap from behind the Satyr. 

The awkward positioning reminded you just how odd and wrong this situation was. He was a deity, a forest spirit who could banish you to never step foot in a grassy plain in the region again; he could take you if he so pleased, nothing in his presence able to stop him from claiming you as many times as he wanted. 

It wasn't your place to be here, in a bath big enough to hold three, of which barely fit the both of you from the sheer size of the satyr. He touched you as if you were a lover, softly, taking in every crack and blemish in your skin. But that touch was also filled with authority; the way he touched you without looking for your acknowledgement, proved to you he knew there were no consequences. 

Philons’ hand traveled up your hip, caressing your side as you extended to grab the bar of soap. You nearly had it, but it was still out of reach. He merely watched as you struggled to grab it. You were too engrossed in reaching the slick bar of soap to see him come up close to you, breath tickling the hairs of your neck. A soft kiss was planted below your ear, the satyrs’ hand coming up to caress your jaw.

 You slipped without warning, which planted you face-first into his chest. Your nose burned from hitting his sternum so roughly, making your eyes tear up. His flush skin pressed on yours made you scramble up immediately, feet scurrying in the water to get off of him. Grabbing your hands he steadied you as you stuttered. 

"I'm so sorry!" You cried. While the satyr made your skin crawl, you still felt bad about planting yourself right between his tits. 

"Calm down," Philon chuckled, steadying you on his lap. "I never realized how much of a skittish little thing you were." You tensed as he brought your hand with the soap bar up to his chest. "Guess that's one more thing I enjoy about you."

His words nearly made you vomit. But the soap! You managed to grab it during the fall. The satyr almost looked disappointed when you ignored him and found the rag once more, watching you scrub the lye bar. Philon adjusted his legs beneath you, groaning as he "accidentally" grinded upward to get more comfortable. You would've scrambled off his lap by now if it weren't for his hands holding your damp hips. 

Rubbing Philon’s chest in a methodical motion, you watched as the cloth began to make white bubbles on his tanned skin. His ears twitched and you swore if he wasn't in the bath, you would see his tail doing the same. The deity was waiting in anticipation, licking his lips as he felt your soft hands on his torso. He panted, flexing his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. You sighed and looked up at him to see what all the fuss was. 

But his mouth was on you before you could ask. His forehead knocked against yours as he kissed you with a salivating mouth. Philon moved fast, pushing you backwards in the bath and pressing you against it; the water sloshing outside of the basin didn't stop him. Your arms stuck out awkwardly with your hands still holding the rag and soap. 

"Mmn…! I can't help myself anymore--" he cut himself off with a kiss to the side of your mouth, voice hoarse and impatient. "I tried to give you time… let you come to me to spare my pride, but I can't … can't wait any longer. " 

You squealed against his mouth, surprised and desperate for air. You knew the god would pounce, just unsure of when. And now was not the most convenient time. His soapy chest pressed into yours and dampened the rest of your clothes; his hands gripped hard onto the tub as he tried to get on top of you. His furry legs tickled yours under the water, ears flicking against your cheek as he smothered you with affection. He really had been holding back. 

"My lord--" your voice cracked as you tried to press yourself deeper into the tub to create space. Philon took the challenge, pressing harder. "Please this is no way to behave-!" You were cut off with a kiss as he straddled your waist and forced your hands into his hair. The rows and rows of indents that formed his curled horns were smooth in your hands; Philon moaned into your mouth each time you ran your hands down them to push him off. You twisted away from his mouth, biting his lip for an extra measure. 

"Why don’t you understand, I don't want this! Leave me alone!”

He laughed, belittling you with just one condescending look.

"I love the chase,” He licked his lip. "I think you'll find yourself yearning for me soon."

"What?" 

Philon reached for a fragile bottle of wine on the counter of soaps and oils. You never had the pleasure of tasting such a delicacy but have witnessed its effects on those who drank it. It was a well-known aphrodisiac in the region, and you wouldn't be caught dead drinking such a thing around a satyr. Nonetheless this bastard.

He eyed you, taking a sip but not yet swallowing. You fought to get out of his grasp now that his other hand was preoccupied; he managed to hold you down with his forearm, pushing it across your chest to keep you tucked against the bath. The water was beginning to grow cold, bubbles having disintegrated and the fragrant smells starting to diminish. The flower petals had long since dissolved, turning the water a rosy red. 

He threw the empty bottle to the floor with a clang, using his now free hand to try to pry open your mouth. As much as you stayed stubborn, you couldn't help but release a gasp when his long nails dug into your thigh. 

Philon slammed his mouth onto yours, forcing the wine down your throat and against your tongue.Tears welled in your eyes and your nose began to burn. The satyrs inhuman leg pressed itself against your crotch as your hands twisted into his. 

Letting go of your mouth with a wet "pop," philon came to recover your lips with his hand, nearly suffocating you. 

"Swallow. Swallow it." He looked at you with expectant eyes. "Be a good little human now."

You couldn't breathe, water sloshing next to your ears while the large creature forced himself onto you. For the satyr though, he couldn't get enough. The water dripped down your chest, your collar slightly open as you breathed heavily. You groaned against his fingers, just like he always wanted. 

You swallowed the thick, fermented juice, only out of fear for your life. The male let go as you gasped for air. 

"I'm going to make you give yourself to me." He said, as your chest heaved and your hands tried to push him back. "When you're desperate and drooling in only a few moments, you'll have to beg me to touch you."

You promised yourself you wouldn't, that you would keep that small sliver of dignity no matter how dire the situation was, no matter how badly you wanted to return home. But the wine was already starting to take effect. You felt it in your fingers and toes, ones that tingled and went numb. Your chest ached and a warm feeling spread down your stomach. 

"You're already feeling it, aren't you?"

The aphrodisiac was beginning to take its course. Your muscles tensed  as your body grew restless; Philon watched with a sadistic glint in his eyes. He stayed true to his words, refusing to touch you until you began to squirm. You put your hand to your crotch, trying to suppress the growing urge inside of you. The sweet aftertaste of the wine still lingered in your mouth. Philon growled, ears twitching and flicking the gold pieces embedded in his horns and hair. The wine was beginning to take its hold on him, too. Not that he would’ve needed it in the first place.

He panted, running his smooth fingertips down your wet clothes. You felt sticky and hot and impatient, breathing heavily as something inside you made you thirsty. Philon squeezed your chest with hungry hands; you could see the lust beginning to take over his snide expression, his normally insatiable libido somehow growing worse. 

“you're going to be begging on your knees for me.“

[squishycheekanon]

How did God!Techno know who we were? Did he have a claim on our soul or something that he followed? Scent of it? For the Drabble thing let’s get some of this going! Help you get your writing gear back!

God!Techno x reader

Warnings: 18+

God!Techno knew who you were because Gods can recognise other Gods or in your case Goddess. Techno was chasing the men your parents had sent to earth to find you, out of his empire. That’s when he found you.

He instantly knew what you were but he was rather confused as to why you were living on earth and pretending to be a shy peasant lady living alone in a small cottage in the forest.

The jig was up and after Techno had confronted you about being a Goddess, you confided in him, telling him that your parents had arranged a marriage you didn’t want. He saw the solemn look in your eyes and made it his duty to never see in again.

Call it what you will, fate, destiny…

[multific]

The Moon to Whom You Belong to

Khonshu x Reader

Summary: Harrow's hatred towards Khonshu was clear, but to hurt you in order to anger the God was a low blow. 

You saw him everywhere you went.

He stood on top of buildings, watching you.

He knew what he was doing. He was annoying you.

But you were mad at him.

Who could have possibly thought that dating an ancient Egyptian God would be a bad idea?

Not you. Khonsu was truly magical and even if his last avatar, Arthur, didn't see that, in your eyes, Khonshu never changed.

Arthur hated Khonshu and despised him to the point where he wanted to bring Amit back just to get revenge.

Arthur knew you, he often saw you with Khonshu he knew what you meant to the God. And knowing this, Khonshu was afraid Harrow is going to use you to get back on him. 

So, his only logical solution to this problem was to do everything in his power to lock you away. 

He found a new avatar, Marc Spector, but you were not allowed to meet him. Khonshu explained to you just how broken Marc was, but never gave you a real reason why he kept you locked in your home. 

Of course, you knew it had to do with Arthur and his plan of revenge. Arthur was an easy man to read, and you also overheard many times whenever he was talking to himself about how much he hated Khonshu amongst other things.

So, when you told Khonshu that you didn't need to be locked in a dark place just until Harrow is dead, the God took offence. 

He wanted nothing but to protect you, and you knew that, but this was too much.

You decided to go to work, as usual, and carry out your daily things as usual. 

And so, Khonshu followed you, every day he watched you, making sure no one would hurt you. 

Every time you sat on the bus, as you looked out the window, you saw him, standing there, standing or sitting on buildings. 

Just how possessive this bird truly was?

If it was up to him, he would have you in a palace, he often talked about how you need to be treated as a Queen, he would have you wrapped in silks, fed to your liking with no questions asked. He would have you sit on a throne, much like a pharaoh, but he would make sure everyone knew you were more important than anyone else.

And you loved him, you loved even his overprotective and possessive nature. You loved him because he made you feel like no one else ever, he made you feel important, loved and cared for even if he couldn't kiss you, his body language and soft touches proved it all.

You always tried to pay attention, you knew Arthur had many followers. And you were sure you have seen many of them without even knowing.

They could be everywhere, the lady in the store, the new coworker at work, an old coworker at work. Anywhere and anyone could be a follower.

But he didn't have to be so controlling about it. He could have just told you not to go out or just talked with you instead of breaking your door and getting it stuck. He could have sat down and told you to stay safe, you would have called in sick for work. But because of the way he behaved, you behaved just as well.

And here you were now, in the bus stop, waiting while he was watching you from across the street.

"Go home." he would say. But you didn't listen.

And you probably should have.

But he still blamed himself.

You were stubborn as much as he was, but it was still his fault. He didn't protect you, he wasn't there for you.

You had a feeling for a while now that someday something would happen. That one day he will send his people and harm you.

Yet, you weren't prepared.

Khonshu took his eyes off you for a minute. A literal minute and everything went to hell.

You weren't taken, but they sure tried. 

If it wasn't for Khonshu and the quickness of his new avatar, you would have been gone. Khonshu would have burned the entire world down to find you, but he didn't have to. 

Jake Lockley saved you, and you were back with Khonshu, standing on a tall building. He didn't let go of you. Not even for a second.

"This is all my fault." he said as his finger ran over your wrist, you managed to hurt it when you tried to free yourself, you fell and even fractured the bone. "All my fault that My Little Star is hurt." he said, voice full of guilt and pain.

"I am the one to blame. I should have listened to you and stayed home." you knew it was your fault, your fault for being so stubborn.

You tried to prove to him that you could take care of yourself. You grew up just fine, you didn't need his protection. 

But you should have just accepted it, you should have just said thank you and stayed behind. You were weak, and you had to accept that sometimes it was okay to get help from others.

You placed your other hand on his chest and let him pull you close.

"From now on, I will listen to you." you said, promising him to do as he said might not be the best move, but you knew it was the only thing he would accept and calm him.

"Thank you, Stardust. I will also try not to listen that much to my overprotective tendencies. We can find a middle ground I'm sure."

You smiled as he squeezed you against his towering frame.

He used to get smaller when he was with you, still much taller than you but you asked him not to. He didn't need to hide from you.

"I'd like to meet your Knight. I need to thank... them." you looked up at him and he nodded.

"Tomorrow, for now, I need you with me alone. I need your help with a plan. I cannot possibly find what Harrow is looking for, we need to get there before him."

You liked it when he asked your help or opinion on things. But you liked it better that he didn't even let you leave his embrace for the rest of the evening.

You were his Star and he cannot lose you.

He was your Moon to whom you belonged to. Easy as that. 

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[holylulusworld]

God vs the Devil (1) - Crash, boom, bang

Summary: God and the devil are after you. Someone messed shit up and you are on the run from a bounty hunter and a mercenary.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader x God

Warnings: angst, chasing, scared reader, language, mentions of characters death

Rating: Mature

Square filled for @sebastianstanbingo​​: Bounty Hunter AU

Square filled for @anyfandomdarkbingo​​: “Why aren’t they waking up?”

Word Count: 1,3 k

Crash. Boom. Bang.  

That’s how your life feels right now.

You crashed.

Your world exploded.

Bang. Gunshots follow your every step for days.

“Come out, cupcake. It will be over soon if you come here and be a good girl,” one of your pursuers coos. 

You’d believe him if you didn’t witness the death of your former boss not hours ago. 

Not that you liked your boss very much. He was an asshole and loved to grope your ass. But watching his brain end up on the wall behind him wasn’t how you imagined your day would turn out.

“Muffin don’t make me mad. People want to talk to you. I promise not to hurt you,” he huffs as you won’t leave your hideout. The man chased you around town for the better of a week. Always two steps ahead.

You made the mistake of turning toward your boss. He always bragged about his connections and weapon collection. Sadly, he refused to borrow you a weapon to defend yourself. 

“I’m slowly losing my patience here. You know this is the end of the rope. I will get my hands on you. If you force me to find you and drag you out of your hideout, I’ll break more than your fingers.”

He moves closer to your position, tapping the door to the broom closet you are hiding in with his gun. “I can fire through the door, toffee.”

A heartbeat passes, and another. You are about to just give up and put your life in the stranger’s hands when another voice catches your attention.

“What are you doing here?” the first man grunts. You can hear another gunshot. This time it’s not aimed toward you, but at the second man. “This is my hit.”

“I’m God, and you are not going to steal my hit,” the other man threatens. You wrap your arms around yourself. This is the end. You know it. One of them will survive and take your life.

“Well bad news, sunshine,” the first guy yells. “Litte miss cupcake is my job. I give you five seconds to move your ass out of my sight.”

“I’m God, the bounty hunter, and this is my job,” you’d like to chuckle at the second guy’s stoic demeanor. He gives a shit that the other guy threatens his life. “Get out of my way. You are not my job, but I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“Did he hire you too?”

“I don’t talk about my clients. Now, move aside, or I’ll make you move,” God says. “We have talked enough, Lloyd Hansen. This is the second time you have tried to steal one of my kills. I won’t have it.”

“What? Are you accusing me of murder theft?” Lloyd retorts. “I was here first, and I’ll relocate her now. Get the fuck out of my way.”

“Try me,” God bites back. “I bet you wasted all of your ammunition scaring the girl.” He drops his eyes to Lloyd’s gun. “More will come. We should settle this here and now.”

“I got more than enough ammunition left for you.”

You listen closely. If they fight, you might get the chance to sneak out of the room and get away. 

God unlocks his gun. He thinks about his next steps as Lloyd tries to remember how many bullets he carelessly fired at you. “You will die.”

“You will die,” Lloyd mimics God. “I will-“ he groans as his phone starts ringing. He raises one finger, expecting God not to shoot him while he takes the call. “What is it, Suzanne?”

God watches his opponent with curiosity. He doesn’t understand Lloyd’s behavior.

“Hello,” Lloyd snaps his fingers at God, “your phone is ringing. I bet they want to tell you too that someone messed shit up. This is not the target.”

God reluctantly answers his phone. He doesn’t say much but rather listens to his handler. “Not the target. Abort mission. Got it.”

He ends the call and puts his phone back in his pocket.

“Well, shit,” Lloyd grunts. “What now? She saw our faces and we kinda killed people all over town to get hold of her.”

“The target got eliminated,” God monotonously replies. He looks around the room, shaking his head. “Who are all these people?”

He points at your dead boss and his secretary. “Collateral damage,” Lloyd shrugs. “Leave the girl to me. I give you the chance to get away today.”

God harrumphs. He looks at the silver ring around his finger. “I considered your suggestion and decline it. She’s mine.”

Lloyd aims his gun at God. “I told you to get the fuck out of my sight. She will come with me. I’ll take good care of her.”

“No.”

God takes a step toward Lloyd. 

“I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Lloyd hesitates. He knows this man is protected by powerful people, but he already lost a kill today. He won’t give up on you too.

God just stares at Lloyd. He doesn’t know why, but he wants to take you with him. “No.”

“Fuck this.”

Lloyd kicks the door to the broom closet open. He ignores his concurrent and goes straight for the goal. He grabs your wrist, threatening to kill you as he drags you out of your hideout.

“No, let me go,” you scream and cry while wiggling in his hold. You try to break out of his iron grip, fighting for your life as your eyes land on the other man. “What do you want from me?”

“Shut your mouth, cupcake or I’ll make you shut up,” Lloyd grunts and pushes you down to your knees. You whimper and try to crawl away from the men.

You’re breathing heavily, and your heart hammers in your chest but you keep on crawling until you come eye-to-eye with your deceased boss. “Oh, my god.”

“She knows my name?” God asks. “Did you tell her my name?”

“Christ, can you shut up for a moment?” Lloyd grunts. “She didn’t mean you.”

“No…no…” you stare at the bodies of your former co-workers. “You killed them all…no…no…”

“Nonsense,” Lloyd pokes your boss’s leg with the tip of his shoe. “They are fine….just tired.”

You stare up at him with wide fearful eyes. “Why aren’t they waking up?” 

“Hansen, leave her to me,” God crouches down next to you to press something to your neck. You gasp and scramble away, staring at the man in horror. “Stop. Girl.”

“Leave me alone… go away…” you are shaking in fear again. “Please. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“Fuck off,” Lloyd grabs your upper arm. He brings you to his chest to look at your neck. “What the fuck did you put at her neck?”

God doesn’t answer. He lifts his hand to show Lloyd the ring around his finger.

“Control.”

“You’re a sick little bastard, huh?” Lloyd grins. “Problem is, this is my prey. I didn’t get the kill, but cupcake is mine.”

“No.”

Lloyd sighs deeply. He’s just done talking to the dull man in front of him. “Yeah, I don’t give a shit about your opinion, sunshine. I’ll take her with me.”

He presses your trembling body to his chest with one thick arm and points his gun at God, silently warning his opponent to threaten his claim on you. 

“No.”

“Hey, uh-while you fight over…me,” you choke out, “can I use the restrooms? I need to pee for a while. You don’t want me to piss on your shoes…right?”

“No can do, cupcake.”

It was worth a try. You can’t outrun these two, so you must try to outsmart them.

 “Give her back,” God aims his gun at Lloyd. “Last warning.”

“Fuck off!” 

You scream and drop to your knees as the men start to fire at each other. Lloyd misses his opponent by inches. He grunts in pain as a bullet grazes his left upper arm.

“Why is this happening to me.” 

You crawl toward a corner of the room and wrap your arms around your legs.

You rock back and forth, praying to whoever is listening to shelter your life, or at least end it fast…

>> Part 2

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[bewitchedleague]

Kratos, Thor and Odin as parents.

a/n: have fun reading this!

Kratos

    He held the whole world in his hands, all that he treasured, all that he had yet to achieve. He felt as if the whole world was in his hands. As Kratos held the tiny bundle of joy in his arms, clinging her to his chest, he gazed at its perfect features - a precious gift of life. A blissful union between you and him. There were no words he could use to describe this magical moment. He knew from then on that his daughter would be well loved and taken care of. After having been through parenthood once, there were things he wouldn’t dare do. Kratos wanted his daughter to trust him, confide in him and always look for him in times of need. As these thoughts raced through his head, he looked over at you and he felt a warmth he hadn’t felt in a while - pure love bloomed inside of him. It was you who provided him with a home, a mother for Atreus, affection, love, as well as a sense of security, to name a few. It was comforting for him to know you were there whenever he needed you. You could disagree with his parenting style and help him sleep peacefully next to you by calling him out on any mistakes he makes. He swore seeing you and Atreus getting along and forming a mother-son bond always made him want to tear up. Despite the fact that he would forever deny that truth, Kratos knew how imperative it was for him to see his child receive pure love and affection from someone other than him. That's why when you were exactly that and more to Atreus, Kratos knew he had to have you by his side forever.

Thor

    The tiny child slept soundly in his wooden cradle, completely oblivious to all the world's woes. Thor wished he could keep them safe and away from everything for all time, but he understood it was not possible. The God of the Thunder was even hesitant to cradle his own kid, puffing at you and telling you that you were too big and strong to hold a child so young. However, his adoring and longing stare told you everything there needed to know. He wanted to avoid any kind of harm to them. Unbeknownst to you, whenever you were sleeping, Thor would remain awake and keep an eye on you and the child from anyone he didn't trust, particularly Heimdall. The man's attention was firmly fixed on his newborn baby after losing both of his boys. It seems almost as though he wanted to admit that he had raised Modi and Magni incorrectly and wanted to prove to you that he was capable of raising them correctly. Would worry that you wouldn't stress yourself out with the child, but would be the most stressed out of the two of you and want to do everything and more, practically leaving you with no time to do anything for the child. Thor could only image how it would be if he had more children around; his enormous heart could easily love them all, he thought as he watched you hold the youngster. He could do anything and everything for you as long as you were there for him.

Odin

    Being an older god, Odin had a large family that he wasn't very proud of, including numerous offspring and grandchildren. As he phrased it, many of his offspring had undesirable outcomes. Without much of a father figure, his children grew up to be impulsive and had little regard for him once they reached a certain age. Even though he was aware that his words and promises were difficult to believe, Odin pledged to be different this time and that, when the time came, he would demonstrate his difference to you through actions. Even after going through this numerous times, he was still naïve of child care techniques, so when the time came for him to put them to use, Odin would first attentively observe you do it, then swiftly pick it up and use it the next time the circumstance arose. He is capable of doing anything, even changing diapers, bottle-feeding, and putting the baby to sleep. There's no doubt about it; he's only getting the best for his kid and you. His daughter would be spoilt and well-protected from everything since he had the means to make that possible. When he's too busy to be with you two, at least one crow is keeping watch over you two and is standing by in case he's required. He keeps his daughter's crib on his study desk so he can work and oversee the realms while also spending time with her. His acts toward his child would always be sincere and true, despite the fact that he might be a little awkward doing so. In regards to you and his priceless newborn, he made sure that everyone was aware that only a fool would oppose Odin.

Do not repost or translate my work.

[aoiveae-monsters]

For when you are feeling terrible, your beloved will be there for you

A monstrous god, a being that can read all emotions or lack thereof, can easily sense that you are unwell. He'd hold you, croon at you. Taking you to the stars, saying how the stars, moons and nebulae are breathtaking but could never compare to you. Each sense of worry he'll obliterate. Praising everything about you. Doing it so long until you are feeling better. The cosmos could colapse and he'd still put you above it. Any negative thought or emotion will be erased and replaced will love. His love for you is boundless. His most devoted worshiper is in pain, that is something he won't tolerate. Let this old god worship you with his love and adoration.

Demons often feed off negative emotions, yours has done so many times, but to sense such anguish from you makes his stomach twist and curl. He can watch countless humans suffer, but seeing you like this, breaks his heart of coal and ash. He'd hold you, in his big arms, hands bigger than your head, able to lift you with one alone. As if you weigh like nothing but a couple grapes. Kissing you, with each part of skin touched by his teeth and tongue, the demon will tell you what he loves about you. How you make someone so cruel and powerful like him kind and caring, vunruable. How he'd never exchange that feeling. To have your soul with him brings this demon such peace. Now, will you let him do the same to you?

Many tentacles hold you, firm but gentle. Water splashes around you. Each caress by a tentacle is a declaration of love beyond mortal comprehension. The mind can be such a terrible thing. Ancient horros of eldritch planes are very aware of that, and so is your love. To be so small, so minuscule in grandios cosmos, yet be in so much pain. It confuses the eldritch one but it does not matter now. What matters is showing you that such thoughts mean nothing. He has seen a thousand stars light up in a single dawn before being snuffed out. It was beautful, but means little compared to you. His beloved human, attacked by their own thoughts and emotions. Pulling you closer to his form. More tentacle grasping onto you. More love of the old one. He need not use words to describe his affection to you. It is beyond stars and mind. But it is there and you know it. Sense it. A tentacle caressing you cheek and a deep, soothing rumble comes from you beloved. Never have you felt more loved and safe

[ursa-tan]

Don't fight with me

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Konshu (moonknight) x reader

5,013 words

Marc Spector (moonknight) & reader

Marc and the reader are out on a mission, both being godly avatars (Marc having Konshu and the reader having Anubis), they’re expected to be civil towards each other. After spending a month cramped up in a tiny, cheep apartment, the reader has enough and snaps at Marc about cleaning up after himself. Konshu is not happy to hear them shout at his avatar

The last thing I wanted to be doing right now was getting in a fight with the man I was living with. Marc Spector was normally a great guy, a little brash and heavy handed at times but overall really sweet, especially to me. But right now, he was being an utter dick head. I don’t know why he thought ignoring chores was a good idea, but apparently, he did. I didn’t ask for much, I just wanted him to clean up after himself, that’s all. But it was too much for poor old Marc to do.

I didn’t want to shout at him, but he wasn’t willing to listen to a simple request. It was a bad day, I was tired and just wanted a fucking break. But apparently that too much to ask.

“Seriously Marc? You make a mess in the kitchen and don’t clean it up?”

“I’m tired (Y/n), cut me some slack,” he groaned without looking up at me.

“This apartment is barely big enough for the both of us, I just want to keep it tidy so its an easier space to live in.” I could feel anger bubbling in my chest, a scream scratching at my throat to get out.

“Stop being so aggressive about it. Ill get round to it.” This time he looked at me, the pure apathy on his face only made me angrier.

“Y’know what Marc? Fine. Fuck you! If you don’t Wanna clean up after you, I won’t either!”

“Oh, fuck off (Y/n)! I couldn’t care less!”

I didn’t take the time to look at his face, as he said “I couldn’t care less”. So, I opted to just storm away to the only space that was mine and mine alone in the tiny apartment – my bedroom. I just needed a minute alone. Just a little while away from the man in the living room.

And I thought I was going to get that, until the all too familiar sound of wind pierced the silence.

I whipped around, intending to give Konshu a piece of my mind, only to find him already looming over me. I stumble backwards in shock, eventually bumping my back against the wall behind me, but he still doesn’t give me any space.

“You think it’s a good idea to start a fight with my avatar human?” the god loomed over me now, one hand reaching to rest on my shoulder, thumb gently caressing the front of my neck.

“Fuck off, I don’t answer to you.” I had to resist the urge to spit in his face, choosing to sneer at him instead.

Suddenly, his hand was around my neck, the long bony fingers wrapped fully around my neck, squeezing at the soft flesh with just enough force to insinuate a threat. His tall stature bent down to bring the tip of his beak next to my ear, along with his free hand up to your hip.

“You may be tethered to your own god Human, but I am in charge here.” His hands both continued to tighten as his husky voice reached my ears.

“Fuck off Konshu, I’m not scared of you,” I hissed out, prompting him to press me into the wall harder than I was before. I desperately wanted to retaliate, but I knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere.

“I’m going to give you a choice,” he growled into my ear “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it’s entirely up to you.”

“I’m not scared of you Konshu, I’m not just going to let you push me around.”

He seemed rather happy that I said that, pulling me away from the wall and pushing me towards my bed. His large hands let go of me once the back of my legs hit the mattress, letting me fall onto it.

It only took a second before he was bending down and placing his hands on the mattress, either side of my body and caging me in. My breath quickened and I could feel a heat rising to my face.

“Well then Scarab, I’m glad you want to do things the hard way.” Both hands were on me in an instant, gripping at my hips, almost painfully digging into me. His fingers ran up my body, hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

Konshu didn’t speak this time, only tugging at the waist band and waiting for me to answer. My heart rate quickened as I froze up, not moving an inch as he tugged once again.

“Are you too dumb to understand a simple gesture Scarab? Do you need to spell it out for you?” His voice was still gravely in my ear, making my face grow that much hotter. “Fine then. Take them off, or let me.” Only when he finished speaking did I realise he had been undoing the button of my jeans.

All I could do was lift my hips slightly while I blinked at him, shivering at his hands as they skimmed down the skin on my thighs. Slowly they were exposed to the air and as soon as my jeans hit the floor, his hands went straight to grope at my thighs.

“I’m not going to do this if you don’t want it.” He continued to slowly massage my thighs, kneading the sensitive flesh between his large hands. I remain frozen, staring straight up at the ceiling and breathing heavily, but I push my thighs against his hands trying to get him to continue.

“No, Scarab. Use your words. Or are you too stupid?”

I let out a small grumble, pushing my thighs into his hands even more and whispering. “I want this.”

“I didn’t hear a please Scarab,” he whispered in my ear, continuing to massage my thighs. I failed to bite back the temptation to growl at him.

“I’m not gonna fucking beg for you K-“ I didn’t get a chance to finish my sentence as I felt one finger brush over my clothed core, applying more pressure over the entrance and then pulling away. Konshu chuckled darkly, slowly dragging his finger back and forth across the fabric of my panties.

I still refused to open my mouth, but the god above me seemed perfectly happy to continue going about things his way. Slowly, his finger found my entrance and began to push more firmly against over my panties. I was sure that the sharp tip was going to pierce the fabric as he pushed harder and harder. Just as the fabric reached breaking point, he pulled away. Not even seconds after he did, Konshu’s hands were back on my skin, pulling my panties down my legs and tossing them onto the floor.

Only now did I realise how truly cold his hands were, guess that’s what I get for getting down and dirty with a skeletal bird god. The tips of his fingers scratched at the soft flesh of my inner thigh as they scraped towards my core. Heat was slowly beginning to build in my core as he edged ever closer to actually touching me, only to move back down and start the process all over again.

His hands finally start to skim closer to my cunt, only to move out of the way last second and begin to snake up my shirt. I feel my stomach muscles tense when his fingers ghost my lower abdomen, causing him to let out a dark chuckle.

His hands skimmed behind by back, a gently tug urging me to sit up. Although, I didn’t have to worry about that for long, as I was guided back down again by a gently push to the chest as soon as my shirt and bra were gone. Both pieces of fabric were forgotten as toon as they hit the floor, as Konshu started to skim those sharp fingers of his over my delicate skin once again. Although this time, they weren’t restrained to any one area and instead trailed my entire body.

His right hand made its way back to my cunt, which at this point was soaking. I could feel him trailing a finger around it, watching as my legs twitched and my hips jolted while he did. It didn’t take him long to find my clit, brushing over it with his thumb in such a delicate manner it almost had me begging for more. Slow, gently, feather light circles were traced over my clit for a few seconds before a sudden, sharp push had me gasping for air.

Another chuckle fell from Konshu. I tried to look away from him, but his left hand came to grip my face and force me to look at him.

“You are going to watch exactly what I do to you until I say you can look away, understand Scarab?” before I had a chance to answer, the muddle finger of his right hand was dipping into my pussy. Little by little, his finger moved into me, until it was impossibly deep. Once he could push in no further, he slowly began to pull out. He kept this excruciatingly painful pace for a few seconds before pulling out entirely.

A moan almost left my lips, only to be replaced by a sharp gasp when a different finger was pushed inside of me. He did the same with this one has he did with the other, only pulling out once he deemed it sufficiently wet. Looking up to me to check I was still paying attention, he used the fingers that were now wet with my slick to push back into me.

“Konshu-“ The hand that had been gripping my face moved sharply to cover my mouth instead.

“Tonight, I am your god, your master. You will address me as such Scarab, or you will suffer the consequences.” Slowly, he began to curl his fingers into me, the flat pads pressing into my walls. “But I fully intend to make sure you can’t speak by the end of tonight.” His fingers continued to move, stretching me with a slightly painful burn that made me writhe.

“Oh Scarab, if you can’t take this, there’s no way you’ll be able to take me,” he murmured into my ear, continuing to slowly curl what would be the pads of his fingers into my upper wall before relaxing them. Konshu continued to slowly move his fingers, never changing pace or how hard he was doing it. All I could do was let my eyes flicker shut and hold my hips off the mattress as he did.

A short moan started in my throat but didn’t have time to reach my lips as Konshu pushed the thumb of his free hand past my lips. It pushed down onto my tongue, effectively silencing me as my watery eyes looked up to him.

“Oh Scarab, is this too much for you?” he didn’t give me a chance to answer before his fingers began to curl and relax faster than before. I could feel him slowly begin to pump them as well. The pleasure began to build up very quickly, growing from a warm tingle in my cunt to a tightening pleasure in my lower abdomen. I could feel it surmounting, building to a fast climax. Just as white began to creep into the corners of my vision and a whine built up in the back of my throat, his fingers stopped.

The sudden stillness ripped the building whine from my throat, only now it was a whine of displeasure. I tried my best to show how frustrated I was by biting down on his finger, but with him being a god, it didn’t seem to have much effect. Despite the lack of reaction, I continued my attempted assault on his bony thumb. This still yielded no results – until I felt his fingers sharply push up into my, causing my biting to stop and a desperate moan to tear itself from my throat in its place.

“I really wouldn’t suggest trying to fight me, unless you don’t wish to cum tonight.” I now understood why Marc found him so insufferable. Well, I always had, but now I really knew. In a pathetic attempt to apologise, my lips gently closed around the part of him that was still in my mouth and I pressed the flat of my tongue against it. The god above me seemed pleased with my non-verbal answer and rolled his thumb over my wet tongue.

His fingers began to move inside of me once again, pumping and curling with the same rhythm they had found before. I defiantly wasn’t one to complain, instead continuing to absentmindedly play with Konshu’s thumb using my tongue and moan at the pleasure. Once again, it didn’t take long for the pleasure to begin to bubble up in my stomach, the tension in my lower abdomen began to tighten once again and almost bubbled over – only for Konshu to stop once again. Some part of me was sure that if he could smirk – he would be.

The pressure slowly simmered down, but Konshu never removed his fingers. Just as the pressure ebbed away, leaving me a little frustrated and beyond disappointed, he began to move again. Faster and harder than before this time, his hand was moving almost painfully, but not quite, the feeling of a climax built up much faster than the previous, and I could feel myself tightening around him. He stopped again and I could feel tears bubble up in the corners of my eyes and spill, trickling down my face at the overwhelming feeling.

“What do you want little Scarab?” His voice wasn’t aggressive like it had been before, but it wasn’t kind either. He was taunting me, making fun of me and the state I was in because of him.

I tried to speak, to spit a witty remark in his face, but it didn’t work. My throat had closed in on itself and all I could do was gasp for air and breathe heavily as he chuckled.

“If you want to cum, then you best work for it,” his voice was smoother than ever, flowing like the Nile and making me desperate for release. Despite the humiliation it would normally bring, I felt as if I had surpassed a threshold of some kind and slowly began to try and bounce my hips.

I was quick to find out that it wasn’t working, and settled on rolling my hips instead. Konshu moved in time with me, but put in no more effort than I did. I was effectively fucking myself on his fingers and he was getting off to the idea – I was sure of it. Tears blurred my vision more than before and I couldn’t help but let small whines scratch their way out of my throat. My hips moved faster and with more force as I continued, and despite the effort that I had to put in, my climax began to build up again.

My face burnt with embarrassment as I felt myself tighten around Konshu’s fingers, my hips shuddering as I got closer. The pressure that had been fading in and out to par finally snapped and I came. The orgasm washed through me, back arching with the pleasure as I gushed over the god’s fingers.

I could feel his fingers keep moving as I came down from my high. My body relaxed into the mattress once the pleasure finally ebbed away, allowing my muscles to completely relax. His fingers still didn’t stop moving, gently massaging my walls.

“You ready for more Scarab?” his voice was gravely, sending a shiver up my spine and causing a whimper to fall from my mouth. Konshu seemed pleased with that, finally sliding his fingers out of me and starting to rub gentle circles on my clit.

His free hand moved to his own hip, fiddling with something before returning it to my thigh. His fingers dug into my soft flesh, massaging and bruising it. I couldn’t help but roll my hips up into his hand, causing his fingers to slip in and out of me.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he almost chuckled, finally removing his fingers from me. I whined as the long, almost rough fingers dragged out of me. The pleasure finally faded completely, leaving me with a warm wetness between my legs and partially smeared down my thighs.

My voice seemed to come back once he stepped out from between my thighs, so I propped myself up on my elbows and looked up at him. The god stares down at me as I close my legs and let my face settle down into a deadpan expression.

“So, you’re gonna edge me and leave me huh?” Obviously, my sarcasm hadn’t left me at any point. Although my question seemed like the wrong thing to say at this very moment, as the towering figure leaned in. He would be caging me in if not for the fact that his arms were tucked behind his back.

“Would you like to phrase that differently scarab?” A darkness dripped from the ancient voice that I’ve never quite heard before. If I could’ve swallowed my words right then, I would have. However, intrigue spread through my body and, despite the fact Konshu was a god, I wasn’t going to let him push me around.

“No.” I tried to keep my voice strong and stable, but the way he straightened his posture to stand as tall as the ceiling would allow made my body quiver.

“Have it your way then Human.”

Fuck

There was a rustling and the fabric that had adorned his waist dropped to the floor. It crumpled around his feet in a heap before he stepped out of it. I was drawn to look at Konshu’s face, unable to tear my eyes away.

In a way that could’ve been mistaken as tender, the bony, calloused hands of the god before me once again trailed up my sensitive thighs. Rough bone moved to cup the delicate flesh on the insides of my thighs and – for a second – I thought I had gotten away with that I had said.

Suddenly, his demeanour changed, using his superior strength to snap my previously closed legs open and hold them there. I fought to close them, purely out of spite, but nothing I did fought against the god’s strength.

“If you call me name, my real name, I shall stop… Until then, you are mine to do with as I please.”

A deep pit started to form in my stomach, causing me to tear my eyes away from the almost delicate looking structure around his eye sockets. Lustful eyes trailed all the way down his body, stopping at his crotch.

I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting, but a large, almost translucent and honey coloured member was not it. It was solidly 8 inches long, maybe more, and dripped with what I could only assume was precum. The girth was hard to judge from this angle, but you could understand why he had made the comment earlier.

Nervousness consumed me as I realised there was no way this was going to happen without at least a little pain on your end. Words bubbled up your throat and tumbled over your lips in an attempt to stall him just a few more seconds.

“Don’t you need a c-“ He cut me off, hands holding the underneath of me knees as he tugged me closer.

“No need, you are a mortal. Your fragile little body wouldn’t take it even if you wanted to.”

Questions flooded my mind and the thought of the painfully delicious stretch to come was no longer on the forefront of my mind.

“But aren’t new gods cr-“

A sharp thrust caused his member to glide through my folds, coating it in my wetness.

“Cease your incessant questions. You are a mortal, nothing will happen,” his voice seemed distant, preoccupied on things other than me running my mouth.

Konshu pulled his hips back, removing a hand from the back of my knee to take hold of his cock. Guiding it towards my practically dripping entrance. The thick head pushed against my entrance before slipping up at the last second, pressing against my clit. It’s still sensitive from earlier and the pressure makes my back arch, eyes squeezing shut; the leg not being held by Konshu wrapping around his waist.

Dark chuckling came from above me and the god readjusted, finally pressing into me. Not even an inch in I could feel the stretch, pushing me further open than I had ever been before. Soft whimpers make their way from my lips, spilling out and into the air.

“Hmm, what a wonderful sound,” his grumbling voice dripped with lust, only adding to the way my pussy squeezed around him.

Konshu moved his hands, placing them on the underside of my thighs. For a second, confusion passes over me before he’s pushing my legs forwards, knees practically touching my shoulders. The burn of my muscles sketching is quickly pushed to the back of my mind by the feeling of the god pushing into me. His large hands continued to hold me exactly as he wanted me, pushing his hips to slip his cock into me. Burning pleasure coursed outwards from my core, reaching a high when his pelvis finally pressed into the underside of my thighs.

Despite what seemed like desperation to move, the ancient being pressed into you stayed still, opting only to pull your legs so they laid partially over your shoulders instead. Slowly, the pain from being stretched so much gave way to a most more pleasurable sensation. Although, there was a pushing inside of you that was stranger than anything you’d ever felt.

Managing to raise your head ever so slightly, you looked down and at your lower stomach. There was a slight bulge. Caused by Konshu’s member pushing against the soft, warm walls of your pussy. You wanted to reach down and touch it, push against it and see what it felt like, but decided against it for the time being.

Seeing the way I moved to look at my body, Konshu gave an experimental thrust, pulling out half an inch before sliding back in. My head fell backwards onto the soft sheets as he did, a moan falling from my lips. I hadn’t expected it to feel like good.

In response to my moan, he gave another experimental thrust, then another and another. Slowly, he built up a good pace, pulling out slightly more every time until he was about a quarter of the way out before thrusting back into me. MY pussy began to flutter around him, squeezing his cock while it dragged along my walls.

It almost sounded as if he was growling above me, huffing with each move. I know he was restraining himself for my sake – something I didn’t think the god could do. I reached down, between my legs, to run a finger over my clit. However, my hand was quickly swatted away my Konshu.

He moved his left arm to cross both of my legs, holding the outer side of my right thigh and pressing them both to his chest. His right hand quickly snakes between my legs and a thumb pressed to my clit. Konshu began to rub fast, tight circles with just enough pressure to make my back arch off the bed and I practically screamed for him.

Barely understandable words spilled from my lips as my eyes squeezed shut, but not once did I say his name. “God, Feels so good!” I yelled as the muscles in my back screamed for me to relax.

He didn’t respond, only quickening his thrusts. Languid motions that drew more and more out of me as they sped up. Konshu started to go harder as well, pounding into me with each snap of his hips. Each thrust seemed to have him slipping further out of you as well.

Konshu finally settled into a brutal, bruising pace, slipping all the way out of me before fucking himself all the way back in. I could feel every time the head of his cock came in contact with my walls and, combined with the sensation of the tight circled being rubbed on my clit, it was driving me towards my second orgasm of the night – quickly.

My moans grew in volume and shrillness, until I was practically screaming. Konshu seemed to enjoy this, his hips or hand never once faltering. The knot in my belly grew tighter as he kept going. Despite the fact he never changed pace, it felt as if I was getting more and more sensitive until my orgasm finally comes crashing over me.

White hot bliss coursed over my body, consuming my vison and mind, leaving no room for anything else. Arching off the bed once again, every muscle in my torso and legs felt like they tightened with absolute pleasure. I could do nothing but moan, no words were formed though, just a scream of pure ecstasy.

Once I finally started to come down from my high, I noticed Konshu hadn’t changed his pace at all. Although his thumb was slowing down on my clit, he never actually removed it, and his hips didn’t stutter nor falter. The feeling as starting to get to much, overwhelming me as I finally dropped fully back onto the mattress.

Tears began to brim in my eyes faster than I thought they would’ve. Overwhelming was the only thing I could call the sensation now. The drag of his cock along my sensitive walls.

The hand that had previously been occupied playing with my clit moved to my lower stomach. Suddenly I was aware of what he was going to do. Large fingers splayed out, palm directly over where the small bulge would appear with every thrust, not applying pressure yet.

That changed rather quickly, as his palm pushed down into my belly and the feeling of his cock became accentuated. My previous screams of pleasure turned into overwhelmed sobs. Yet I didn’t want him to stop.

For a moment, just a moment, Konshu seemed as if he wanted to as if I was ok. But even through the blur of tears that cascaded down my cheeks, I begged for more. And the god obliged my pleads.

This was no longer about my pleasure, but rather about him chasing his release. His hips finally began to falter, thrusts becoming sloppier and more pressure being applied to the hand pressed against my stomach. I could’ve sworn I could hear him mumbling curses with the occasional hint of my name, but the ringing in my ears made it hard to know.

Finally, Konshu tipped over the edge, finding his release. His hips never stopped moving nor did they truly slow. Instead, he continued to fuck me hard and fast through his orgasm. Spilling into me hot and heavy, growling out my name. After what felt like minutes of agonising pleasure, his hips finally stilled, pressed into me. He was panting, catching breath he didn’t need to catch.

I shifted, pulling myself out of his grip and off of him, sighing at the feeling of being empty and letting myself go limp against the bed. Konshu’s cum spilled out of me as I lay there, catching breath I actually needed to catch.

A bony hand touched my thigh, gently, moving it to exam it.

“I didn’t hurt you did I Scarab?” I was surprised at how gentle his voice was, especially as his hands twisted me every so slowly, checking for bruising.

“No… Not in a way I didn’t like at least…” I was still trying to suck in breaths and calm my pulse.

I felt the hotness between my legs and inside me dissipate suddenly, feeling as if it was completely gone. Mustering the strength to sit up, I checked myself for the mess I was sure I was going to have to clean up. However, there was nothing there besides my own mess. My eyes flitted to Konshu who, while still missing the garments that usually adorned his lower half, no longer had a dick.

Questions started to materialise in my mind, and I wanted to babble them all out. However, Konshu seemed to beat me to it.

“It’s magic. Anything that comes from it is magic. I can summon it and get rid of it as I please.”

Well… that was all of my questions answered.

I did my best to reach down without falling off the bed, picking up my shirt and using it to gently pat my thighs dry. Eventually, I managed to get myself below the covers without having to get up either.

“You must be tired Scarab, I’ll leave you be,” there was something in his voice that was so much kinder than you had ever heard before, yet somehow it seemed to sound the same as it always did.

“Thanks… Konshu…” I mumbled, pulling the duvet up to my chin and curling my legs towards my stomach slightly. This was gonna hurt in the morning, you could already tell. In an unpleasant surprise that really shouldn’t have been a surprise at all, I realised that I was going to have to get up to flick the lights off, close the curtains and the door.

Before a groan had the chance to escape my mouth, I heard the sound of the curtains being drawn. Turning my head slightly I could see Konshu, making sure they were fully shut. Then, he made his way towards the door, flicking the lights out and turning closing the door behind him without a single word. I know full well he could’ve just dissipated and probably did as soon as he was outside the door.

Warmth from both the actions of the god and the duvet around you started to seep into your body and after minutes, you were no longer awake.

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God x God Male!Reader

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• Little summary introduce of my new bot.

• Inspirations: Tomato_Senator from Reddit and the book I used to read titled '𝙄-𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙀-➛zhongli-x-reader-愛.' Unfortunately, I've been unable to find the author's name as it seems they have already deleted it.

•Sorry for the bad grammar.

• I haven't decided on a name for the god yet, so feel free to suggest one in comment.

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He loved your smile, your infectious energy, and your unwavering kindness towards mortals. He had often scowled at you, wondering why you cared about mortals so much when they were weak and pathetic. Despite his initial harshness, you remained unfazed by his rude behavior, patiently teaching him about human emotions and helping him understand. Slowly, he began to change, and the time spent learning with you became a peaceful and sweet experience that he wished would never end.

However, all happiness eventually came to an end when war erupted between the Gods and Goddesses. Destruction engulfed everything in its path, and amidst the chaos, he found himself facing you on the battlefield. With a heavy heart, he swung his sword, tragically ending the life of his beloved, Y/n. Fate had played a cruel hand, forcing him to take your life with his own hands. As you lay dying in his arms, you didn't show any hatred but instead smiled at him, uttering your last poignant words, "Meeting you was the best thing I ever had, and I have no regrets." With tears streaming down his cheeks, he held your lifeless body close to him, consumed by grief.

Years and decades passed, and you were reborn. Standing amidst the towering trees, your hanfu swayed in the wind, and petals from the magnificent tree above gently fell around you, creating a breathtaking scene in the sunlight. Lost in the beauty of the moment, you didn't notice someone approaching. Suddenly, a parasol appeared above you, shielding you from the sun's rays. It's catching your attention. As you turned to look, your eyes met those of a tall handsome man. His voice filled the air, saying, "𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃, 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮."

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Prompt{ Nice }: 1: “The scent of real Christmas trees.”

Character: Freyr

Fandom: God of War Ragnarök

A/n: I love him so much 😭, also thanks to @shygamergirl01 i found out that Brett Dalton voices him . { aka my boy Mike and Grant Ward }

Summary: Freyr knows you’ve hated the gods, hated Yule but now that he’s with you, now that he finally feels like he had found his soulmate he wants to make you enjoy a the 12 days he used to share so fondly with his sister.

“I feel like I should be offended that you’ve never smelt a pine tree.”

Freyr scoffed, doing his best not to shiver. When agreed to spend some time with you in your home land the man never expected he’d be getting his ass dragged around the snow in the freezing cold looking for some damn tree to put in Krato’s home.

He had hoped he would be spending time inside with you getting warm, maybe that would lead to you removing all his clothes. Closing his eyes a smile formed on his face until you snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Stop thinking about sex for two seconds and help me find a damn tree.”

Rolling his eyes, Freyr plastered a smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around your hips tugging you close. “I am sorry my love, it is just so hard to pay attention with your beauty as a distraction.”

Sighing, you gave him a smile pinching his cheek“You know you’re lucky that you’re cute Freyr.”

Humming, the god rested his head on top of yours then sighed as he grasped your hand. “When he find a tree, can we at least warm up after?”

Laughing you tugged him forward as he nearly tripped over a patch of snow as your eyes caught the prefect tree. Squealing you let go of his hand placing your fingers on what would now be the perfect Yule tree. Sighing you closed your eyes taking in the scent of the tree.

The scent of terpenes filling the air, it brought back childhood memories. Grinning you turned to face him, a bright smile on your face. “Knife please.” You carved the runic symbol into the tree whispering the words Freya told you to say. “Done.”

A yelp escaped your lips feeling Freyr picked you up off the ground. “Now that we’re done I think it’s time I warmed you up, Hm?”

Grinning you placed a small kiss to the man’s cheeks surprised at how cold he was. “My hero.”

“I always will be.”

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RUBÍ

→ Seth x Diosa!OC [Habibah]

✦ Sinopsis: Hathor genera su primer descendiente y Seth es el último en enterarse.

✦ Palabras: 5391

✦ Advertencias: Incesto / Smut + Asfixia erótica.

✦ ENNEAD es un manwha basado e inspirado en la mitología egipcia. Explicaré a los dos dioses más importantes para la historia, el resto no son relevantes y tómenlos como simples personajes si no los conocen.

Seth: Dios de la Guerra y Desiertos.

Hathor: Diosa del Amor y Belleza.

✦ Nota: Este oneshot lo publiqué en un blog viejo, así que pueden haberlo visto antes en Tumblr. ¡Ojalá les guste! Comentarios, likes y reblog son muy apreciados ♡

—¿Qué le sucede a Hathor?

Los presentes voltearon y mala cara se posó en algunos al ver al nuevo integrante de la habitación, Seth enarcando una ceja y Sekhmet sonriendo en grande dispuesta a darle respuestas.

—Al parecer su hija está causando problemas —rió con malicia.

—¿Desde cuándo ella tiene descendientes? ¿Quién de ustedes fue? —preguntó ligeramente agresivo por la confusión.

—Ninguno —suspiró Maat con los brazos cruzados—. Hace tiempo tuvo una aventura y...

Seth hizo un sonido que señalaba su opinión de lo idiota que era por caer en preñez y pronto les observó con sospecha respecto a si aquello fue un secreto que por años guardaron solo de él.

—¿Qué hizo para que Hathor pasara corriendo por los pasillos entre sollozos?

—Nació con la belleza correspondiente a la posición y aspecto de su madre. Gusta de bailar y viaja con un grupo a distintas ciudades para dar espectáculos, pero su rostro está llamando bastante la atención —explicó Bastet.

—En serio, ¿el problema es que tiene muchos pretendientes? —burló con un bufido.

—Va más allá de eso, algunos son divinidades que están comenzando a pelear y generar caos —dijo Maat marcando la importancia del asunto—. Pedimos que Hathor pusiera orden y le exigiera que actuara correspondiente al título de diosa, pero…

—¿Diosa? ¿Su hija ascendió? —preguntó con menos simpatía.

—Es la Diosa de las Piedras Preciosas y Metales, todo lo que usamos fue confeccionado por ella —dijo Thoth mientras señalaba el increíble collar que lo decoraba.

Isis sonrió con burla y Seth desechó la situación como una pérdida de tiempo, enseguida abandonando el lugar y dirigiéndose a su templo. Al llegar, contrario a lo dicho, impuso que los sirvientes más fieles buscaran aquella chica que todos atraía, pero la información llegó varios meses después y para ese entonces cualquier interés había desaparecido.

Aún así, Hathor no dudó en enfrentarlo cuando se enteró que él sabía que su preciada hija vendría a la ciudad. Estaba nerviosa y alterada, y que el hombre la minimizara no ayudaba en lo absoluto.

—¡No te metas con mi bebé! ¡Yo me encargaré de los enamorados, eliminaré cada rastro de afecto y nada sucederá! —gruñó con el ceño fruncido.

—¿Recién ahora decides actuar? Batallas y varios conflictos se han dado por su culpa, y ese es mi territorio.

—¡Es la victima, no la responsabilices! Si le haces algo…

—¿Qué? —enarcó una ceja sonriendo desafiante—. ¿Acaso crees poder enfrentarme?

Hathor se puso bordó y la pupila de sus violáceos ojos se volvieron verticales, el aura que la rodeaba siendo sumamente amenazante.

—Haré hasta lo último para terminar contigo si te metes con ella, no importa si debo cambiar los sentimientos de cada ser viviente para que la protejan y vayan contra ti —aseguró con chispas surgiendo de la punta de sus dedos, acto seguido dando la vuelta y saliendo del salón.

—¿Desde cuándo se atreve a hablarme así? —sopesó molesto, las uñas de sus dedos golpeteando el trono que ocupaba.

Eligiendo ir sin importar qué, indicó que preparan ropa menos llamativa y que lo cubriera bien al su cabello rojo no pasar desapercibido. Se envolvió en lino y partió al anochecer a la zona indicada, donde frunció el ceño al ver la gran cantidad de gente que ya ocupaba la delantera.

—Señor, venga por aquí —avisó una joven con fina joyería y gran sonrisa.

—No me toques —gruñó cuando lo sostuvo del brazo.

—Por favor, tengo indicaciones de la interprete principal de llevarlo a primera fila —explicó sin perder la gracia.

Seth entrecerró los ojos y avanzó notando que varios mortales vestidos como ella organizaban a los espectadores. Mujeres y hombres le observaron pasar preguntando quién era para salvarse de quedar atrás, al frenar siendo dejado en un área con almohadones a pocos metros del escenario desmontable.

Con la bajada del sol antorchas fueron encendidas y los músicos se acomodaron en sus bancas mientras comentaban por lo bajo entre sí. Tomó un tiempo a que el espectáculo comenzara, un hombre dándoles la bienvenida antes de entregar la dirección de que empezara el sonido de tambores y demás instrumentos. Los primeros en salir fueron un grupo mixto que danzaba en parejas o pequeños conjuntos antes de romper formación para interactuar con el publico. Seth admiró la presentación pensando dónde encontraron tanta gente hermosa y talentosa, el publico riendo y aplaudiendo ante el buen ánimo que los artistas imponían.

Los minutos fluyeron en una actividad diferente para él, el acto final arribando y levantándose una tela en donde varias siluetas femeninas captaron la atención. Un ritmo diferente empezó y el paño fue soltado por los hombres que se sostenían en escaleras, nueve mujeres enseñando sus espaldas con una estando en la punta de la formación V. De a poco voltearon y finalmente apareció el rostro de la chica que fue a conocer, la boca de Seth quedando entreabierta en una expresión anonadada.

Con una sonrisa confiada y seductora de labios rojos como rubíes, la diosa levantó los parpados y enseñó irises de un purpura oscuro con largas pestañas heredadas de su madre. Dio lentos pasos mientras las demás femeninas se repartían en el escenario, en sincronía comenzando su coreografía con increíble actitud. Cristales y cuentas doradas se entrelazaban en el cabello y volaban cuando giraba, las decoraciones que vestía brillando tanto como ella mientras quitaba el aliento de cada presente.

Los rojos ojos de Seth siguieron cada movimiento y admiraron las curvas que se ondeaban pícaras, ella no fijándose en él hasta que se aproximó a la zona privilegiada. El baile ahora era libre y las personas de las anteriores actuaciones salieron a unirse a la diversión, la mujer agachándose con aire depredador y avanzando al borde del tablón con las manos y rodillas. La gente gritaba emocionada y ella no paró de mantener el contacto visual hasta que se elevó meneando despacio las caderas. Recorrió sus piernas, muslos, cintura y cuello en un espectáculo sumamente sensual, pronto dando media vuelta y llamando a uno de los hombres que danzaba cerca.

Euforia inundó ante lo que podía suceder, Seth apretando los dientes y observando casi sin pestañear como ella colocaba ambas manos en los hombros del masculino y comenzaba a rozarle. Él la sostuvo y la hizo girar conociendo sus intenciones, sin dudar yendo a tocar y acariciar el expuesto vientre mientras observaba al dios con sumo desafío. La llama del orgullo y la competencia se encendió en el pelirrojo, enseguida comprendiendo como era tan fácil que la gente peleara por ella cuando a ese punto, gracias al calor de las grandes antorchas y el baile, brillaba en leve sudor y poseía las mejillas sonrosadas como bellos granates.

—Te esperaré —indicó, el sonido no apreciándose entre la música y el bullicio.

Seth comprendió lo dicho por el movimiento de labios y observó como tiraba una pulsera a sus pies. Algunos se estiraron esperando tomarla, pero el chico la cubrió con una mano y los miró con tal severidad que retrocedieron.

Una vez que el evento terminó decidió esperar alguna señal, de golpe el accesorio comenzando a calentarse y enseñar cierta fuerza que lo impulsaba a seguir una dirección. Se dejó guiar entre un par de concurridas calles hasta doblar en un callejón, ahí la mujer aguardándolo contra una pared mientras se miraba las uñas.

—De todos los dioses, eras al que menos esperaba que viniera a verme.

—Supe de tu existencia hace poco, a diferencia del resto —explicó con cierta recriminación.

—Es entendible, según me dijeron tu ánimo es bastante volátil y agresivo —encogió los hombros como si no le importara demasiado—. ¿A que se debe la asistencia? —inclinó la cabeza acortando la distancia, pero pronto se vio incapacitada al arena envolver sus piernas.

—Como Dios de la Guerra y el Desierto, vengo a encargarme de los problemas que generas con tus conquistas.

Ella miró a un costado y rodó los ojos guardando silencio, a lo que Seth hizo un sonido con la garganta que la presionaba a hablar.

—¿Tienes algún lugar más privado?

Él lo consideró entrecerrando los ojos y pronto la tomó del brazo para hacerla desaparecer en un torbellino.

—Esto es… —dudó de seguir al ver lo que la rodeaba.

—Mi templo —terminó la frase mientras se despojaba del lino innecesario, el colorado cabello quedando libre y adornándole los hombros.

—Wow —exclamó mientras suavemente agarraba un mechón—. Podría crear tantas cosas bonitas para realzar el color, tan bello…

Seth la agarró de la muñeca en señal de advertencia, permitiendo que ella sonriera divertida y le lamiera la mano sin desviar la mirada.

—Cuidado o te cortaré la lengua.

Bufando, se liberó del agarre y le dio la espalda para dar elegantes trotes hacia las enormes escaleras que llevaban a la edificación principal. Las joyas e hilos de gemas que colgaban golpearon armoniosos en cada paso, de manera increíble brillando más que el oro cuando se acercaba a las antorchas.

—Es enorme, no me molestaría pasar algunas semanas aquí —rió traviesa mientras Seth la seguía a una buena distancia.

Los rojos ojos distinguían cada movimiento y admiraban todo lo que era, una necesidad de origen desconocido aumentando sin frenos desde que la divisó por primera vez.

—¿Acaso ofrecí que te quedaras?

—¿No quieres? Soy buena compañía —volteó para retroceder de espaldas—. ¿Sino por qué crees que quienes me conocen pelean por tenerme? —guiñó un ojo.

—Sexo.

—¿Si fuera solo eso por qué no se olvidan de mí una vez que me voy? ¿Qué los hace apegarse tanto? —aminoró la velocidad para quedar cerca—. Hoy mismo lo has visto, el publico se exalta con verme… Incluso tú.

Seth apretó los dientes en descontento y ella sacó la lengua en burla.

—¿Tienes el permiso de tu madre para relacionarte con dioses?

—Hace centenas de años que no necesito su aprobación —rió—. Hoy he hablado con ella y le dije que trataría de evitar generar caos. Quién sabe, tal vez pegarme al Dios de la Guerra sea la solución.

—Serás un dolor más que un placer.

La frase hizo que la femenina riera fuerte y luego fingiera una expresión de profunda reflexión.

—¿Tienes músicos? Tal vez un baile privado te cambie de opinión.

—Primero debemos resolver ciertas cuestiones —dijo indiferente, pero ella sabía bien que con un empujón caería—. ¿Cuál es tu nombre?

—Te lo diré dependiendo de lo que decidas luego de mi danza.

Él encajó la mandíbula detestando la ligereza con la que hablaba y el brillo malicioso de ambos ojos, la sonrisa permanente enervando sus nervios al lucir como si estuviera en control de la situación.

—¿Por qué vives como nómada haciendo espectáculos?

—Mortales o inmortales, cada ser nace con una familia a la cual puede apreciar como tal o no. Mi madre es una de las mejores cosas que me sucedieron y siempre estará en mi corazón, pero el resto realmente no importa mucho. Conocí gente de intereses compartidos y con quienes disfruto pasar los días, confían en mí y yo confío en ellos, así que los escogí —explicó con un nuevo aire rodeándola—. No abandonaré esa caravana, no cuando todos los que aprecio tienen fecha de caducidad.

—Tienes sentimientos poco propios de una divinidad.

—¿Qué es un dios sin humanidad? Si no entiendes a la gente que debes proteger, representar y servir, ¿cómo puedes ser un soberano empático y respetable? —preguntó con pura seriedad en los ojos—. Sé que nunca reinaré Egipto, pero eso no me hace indiferente a quienes me rezan.

—Por como hablas, no me surgen dudas de que eres cercana a Osiris e Isis.

—Bien pensado, ambos participaron mucho en mi crianza —cruzó los brazos poniendo peso en una cadera.

—Como sea —imitó su postura viéndola de arriba a abajo—. ¿Eres incapaz de ordenar a tus amantes que dejen de pelear por ti?

—La mayoría ni siquiera han podido tocarme un pelo, solo luchan por el mero deseo de querer hacerlo. He intervenido, pero quien realmente deberían ponerse a trabajar aquí es Nephthys y hacer que crezca la paz.

—No cuestiono aquello, deberían haber recurrido a ella desde un principio.

—Es tu hermana, si no actúa podrías pedírselo.

—¿Quién crees que soy? ¿Tú mensajero? —enarcó una ceja.

—Vaya —suspiró inclinando la cabeza—. ¿Entonces qué? ¿Nos acostamos y dejamos que el rumor corra para que los dioses se asusten?

—Realmente eres insistente ¿Tantos me deseas? —chasqueó la lengua para sonreír socarrón.

La pregunta arrancó una seca risa de la chica, quien se acercó.

—No voy a negar que eres sumamente atractivo, pero desde antes que asistieras al espectáculo sabía que ésta noche tenías ganas de pasarla bien. Si no me acompañas, iré a buscar quien me complazca.

Seth inspiró y le sostuvo la mirada, su corazón acelerándose y debiendo contenerse de desviar la vista por como parecía acercarlo al abismo.

—Creo que ofreciste bailar para cambiar mi opinión, ¿o no?

—Al fin pasamos a lo importante —dijo complacida retrocediendo un poco—. Guíame hacia tus músicos.

El masculino tomó la delantera y le hizo esperar mientras ingresaba a una habitación. Desde el exterior oyó como hombres y mujeres lo saludaban apurados, enseguida acatando sus ordenes y generando algunas notas accidentales en el proceso de trasladarse. Una considerable fila de personas salió y la observaron, ella sonriendo y apreciando acostumbrada como varios dejaban caer la mandíbula en sorpresa.

—¿Con qué se distraen? —preguntó Seth desde el fondo, su voz provocando que todos abandonaran la estupefacción y agitaran el paso.

—Si decides no tener sexo conmigo, me alegra saber que no tendré que buscar lejos.

Él le miró de reojo e inspiró profundo antes de lanzar el cabello hacia atrás.

—Vamos.

Caminaron con tranquilidad y el dios entró primero a una enorme habitación donde un inmenso colchón reposaba casi a nivel del suelo. Postes con enormes cortinas descansaban listas para tapar la cama del exterior, cuatro sirvientas prendiendo incienso y preparando alcohol antes de seguir cualquier otra instrucción.

—Suelten las telas laterales.

El pequeño grupo se apuró a cumplir y liberaron los nudos, solo dejando un sector descubierto.

—Interesante —comentó la diosa dando algunos pasos por el ambiente.

Los músicos llevaron sus instrumentos y se acomodaron donde los gruesos paños no podrían enseñarlos, la intención de solo observar a la invitada siendo clara.

—Preparate como desees —dijo Seth moviendo una mano de manera desinteresada antes de dirigirse a la cama y recostarse contra una gran montaña de almohadas.

Dos de las femeninas acercaron copas doradas llenas de vino, las cuales ambos aceptaron antes de que él ordenara que se fueran.

Bebió con tranquilidad y se acercó a los presentes para conversar el tipo de música que quería, ellos acatando cada palabra e intercambiando opiniones antes de llegar a un arreglo. Asintiendo en complicidad por solucionar aquel tema, se colocó a varios metros del lecho frente a donde estaba abierto.

—¿Listo?

—¿Tú lo estás? —enarcó una ceja mientras el incienso comenzaba a hacerse sentir.

Guiñando un ojo, tragó de una vez todo lo de su copa y luego la levantó en el aire. Ante la señal, los artistas comenzaron a tocar y ella le dio la espalda mientras mantenía el brazo extendido por sobre su cabeza.

Meciendo despacio las caderas de lado a lado, el oro que sostenía comenzó a derretirse y cambiar de forma. Chorreó por su brazo hasta formar una pequeña cabeza y luego un alargado cuerpo, la recién nacida serpiente enrollándose y bajando hasta posarse en el cuello. Poniendo ambas manos en tan sensible zona, de a poco giró y sonrió cerrando los ojos para permitir que el sonido la llevara a donde debía. Se acarició las clavículas y los hombros antes de extender los brazos, el ficticio animal moviéndose por su pecho y rodeándola, de pronto un sector del lino cayendo y revelando un seno.

Como si nada hubiera sucedido, ella continuó con lo que bien sabía hacer mientras el metal acariciaba y abrazaba cada parte en el proceso de descender. Sus decoradas muñecas y dedos rozaban la piel y creaban perfectos movimientos en al aire, varios de los presentes perdiéndose en los vaivenes hasta que contuvieron el aliento cuando la serpiente llegó a la prenda que escudaba la mayor intimidad.

Sin importarle nada, ella volteó y colocó ambas manos en la zona posterior de sus piernas para arrastrarlas hacia arriba y cuidadosamente levantar un poco del paño. La serpiente enrolló una de las palmas al muslo para que no pudiera quitarla, de esa forma aprovechando a meterse bajo la falda.

Un murmullo del lado izquierdo se escuchó y la femenina miró sobre el hombro para apreciar como Seth no despegaba la mirada, pero que una de sus cejas realizaba una contracción involuntaria al comentario que ella llegó a escuchar. Lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás y doblo el cuerpo hasta el punto de casi poder verlo, con los dedos libres acariciando desde el vientre hasta al seno libre y apretarlo.

La cola del animal fue soltándola de a poco y ella giró para enseñar como ésta salía por el frente y empezaba a subir, así arrastrando la tela hasta el borde de mostrar su entrepierna. De todos modos, no daría tal panorama e hizo que ligeramente cambiara de dirección y fuera de una forma donde no tirara de más. Giró sobre uno de sus pies reconociendo que pronto llegaría un fuerte golpe de tambor, en ese instante cayendo de rodillas con las manos extendidas y todo el cabello hacia delante.

De a poco fue irguiéndose y los músicos apreciaron los movimientos para acomodar el ritmo, al sentarse separando las piernas y sentándose entre ellas. Conectó miradas y sintió como el rojo de sus irises quemaba, provocando que sonriera antes de voltear el rostro y ver a una de las mujeres que antes llamó su atención. Era bonita y toda una tentación si Seth decidía dejarla ir, en menos de un segundo pensando qué decirle para seducirla hasta que la voz del dios resonó.

Todos salieron del trance y frenaron lo que hacían, los músicos juntando rápidamente los instrumentos para abandonar la habitación. En un par de minutos quedaron a solos y la femenina se acercó al pie de la cama, donde inclinó la cabeza viéndolo intrigada.

—¿No te gustó la presentación?

Seth inspiró profundo y bebió hasta la última gota de vino, de esa forma descartando la copa fuera de la cama con un fuerte sonido. Acomodó mejor su cuerpo y movió el dedo índice en una moción que decía que se acercara, ella sonriendo y dando unos pasos en la cama antes de ponerse en cuatro. Gateó hacia él hasta quedar encima, la serpiente irguiéndose curiosa y traspasándose al cuerpo del pelirrojo mientras se observaban en silencio.

—Fue irrespetuoso observar a otra persona cuando debías convencerme a mí.

—¿Por eso cortaste el baile? Solo analizaba la mejor opción si decidías pasar de tal increíble oportunidad —justificó antes de acercarse más y dejar ambos rostros a pocos centímetros—. ¿Cuál es tu respuesta?

Manteniendo silencio unos momentos, colocó la mano derecha en su cabeza para extinguir toda distancia. Ambos pares de labios se encontraron y no tardaron en enredarse, los del masculino sintiéndose increíblemente suaves entre el aroma del vino que bebieron.

—Cuando decidiste conocerme, ¿habías planeado ésto? —preguntó al separarse, él acariciándole la parte baja de la espalda.

—No, ni siquiera sabía quien eras.

—¿Entonces?

—Eres la primer descendiente de Hathor y ella celosamente te ocultaba de mí, solo fue curiosidad —respondió—. ¿Tú? ¿Por qué me diste la pulsera?

—¿No es obvio? Me atrajiste desde el momento en que te vi, definitivamente quería que compartiéramos cama.

Seth hizo una pequeña sonrisa de costado y tiró hacia atrás el cabello con las líneas de gemas entrelazadas, su mano cerrándose como una coleta en aquel brillante manojo.

—¿Cuál es tu nombre? —preguntó viéndola de una manera muy diferente, desde cerca su increíble aspecto deslumbrándolo muchísimo más.

Ella sonrió e inclinó la cabeza fijándose en una de las cortinas como si estuviera pensando si debía revelar tal información, pero terminó por voltear y besar la palma que reposaba en su mejilla.

—Habibah, significa “aquella que es amada” —confesó, con una sola mirada riendo en complicidad.

—Tu madre realmente sabía lo que hacía, porque es lo que todos parecen hacer cuando te conocen.

—¿Incluso el Dios de la Guerra y el Desierto?

—No soy como el resto, ¿crees poder lograr algo como eso? —dijo con un dejo de competencia, pero sonaba más como una invitación a continuar lo que empezaron.

Aceptando el reto y todo lo que implicada, lo besó introduciendo la lengua y Seth tensó el agarre para enseguida tomarla de la cintura. Acarició la caliente piel y luego empujó hacia abajo, de esa forma ambas entrepiernas encontrándose y ella logrando sentir la erección. Con ninguna duda empezó a mover las caderas y el masculino soltó un pequeño suspiro complacido, sus dedos aventurándose a sostenerla del trasero.

Habibah pasó una mano entre los mechones rojos y luego descendió, despacio recorriendo el pecho hasta centrarse en uno de los pezones. Seth apretó los dientes y deshizo el prendedor de la tela superior, pronto acariciando lo que hubiera a alcance y ordenando que se acostara.

Sin cuestionar ella movió algunas almohadas y descansó contra el mullido colchón, ahí viendo como la serpiente se enrollaba en el brazo del hombre en un perfecto y hermoso accesorio. Él apenas tomó conciencia del oro y se enfocó en regresar las atenciones, Habibah cerrando e inspirando profundo cuando arribó a sus senos con los labios. Le acarició hombros y espalda, apenas arañando mientras lo sentía arder como el desierto bajo el sol y se concentraba en consumir cada cosa que tocaba.

El incienso empezaba a hacer efecto y aligeraba sus mentes, el deseo abriéndose camino de forma intensa y provocando que se sostuvieran con fuerza y urgencia. Ambas caderas empezaron a buscarse de manera frenética hasta el punto de que jadeaban contra el otro en rotos besos, las piernas y brazos entrelazándose en una conexión sin inicio o fin.

Habibah filtró una mano entre ambos y buscó con gran necesidad la erección, a la cual atendió con hábiles movimientos hasta que levantó la tela que tapaba su intimidad. Seth puso distancia y se apoyó en las rodillas deshaciendo la escasa vestidura y dejándola a un lado antes de encargarse de ella. Completamente desnudos y con solo joyas decorándolos, la femenina se acomodó mejor mientras él la tomaba de las piernas y la arrastraba a arriba de sus muslos. El movimiento arrancó una pequeña risa de Habibah y él le miró con ansiosa oscuridad en el proceso de acariciarle la cara exterior de las piernas.

—Hazlo —animó ella rozándole el estómago con una mano.

Seth apretó el agarre dejando momentáneas marcas y la soltó para tomar su erección, con un solo movimiento ingresando la cabeza y luego empujando a buen ritmo hasta el fondo. Ambos gimieron y la femenina lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás con una gran sonrisa, su espalda separándose del colchón mientras tiraba de las sabanas.

—Si que estás húmeda —gruñó con los pómulos sonrosados en satisfacción.

—L-Lo dices como si fuera algo extraño, ¿acaso las mujeres no se excitan contigo?

Ella tembló en emoción y placer cuando una filosa mirada roja se filtró entre los cabellos fuego, con un intenso cosquilleo viéndolo divertida hasta que casi gritó cuando él comenzó a arremeter. Quedó sin aire y trató de recomponerse con un sonido de pura sorpresa, calor y placer expandiéndose como olas desde el centro a cada rincón de su cuerpo.

—No deberías competir con el Dios de la Guerra —dijo luciendo una expresión orgullosa.

—No me importa perder —respondió sincera, pero al mismo tiempo sabiendo que aquello solo encendería más la llama.

Seth entrecerró los ojos y enseguida recobró la compostura, con falsa calma poniendo ambas manos en el colchón y ella cerrando las piernas alrededor de él. Ondeó las caderas sintiendo el falo pesar y el masculino regresó a moverse con gran potencia luego de un filoso siseo, Habibah acercándolo desde la nuca para besarlo. Sintió la lengua ingresar y tembló por como tomaba el control, las embestidas siendo constantes con una resistencia propia de una persona que batalló incontables veces para defender Egipto.

Con ojos llorosos, admiró al hombre que se movía sobre ella y le corrió el pelo con ganas de verlo mejor, en ese instante notando los aros que se movían violentos al compás de su dueño.

—Te haré unos más lindos —dijo rozando la fina y rectangular placa de oro.

—¿Cómo puedes pensar en eso en medio del sexo?

—Tal vez deberías esforzarte —presionó, a los segundos sintiendo como el ambiente cambiaba.

La habitación cayó en silencio y la piel de Habibah se erizó al considerar que había cometido un error.

—Date la vuelta —ordenó mientras salía de ella, aunque no esperó a que se moviera y la agarró del brazo empezando a acomodarla.

—Ya lo hago —dijo apurada por la insistencia, al apoyarse en manos y rodillas notando que arena se filtraba por debajo de las cortinas—. ¿Qué…?

Cualquier duda desapareció al nuevamente perder la capacidad de respirar, Seth introduciéndose de golpe y sosteniéndola del cuello con una considerada fuerza. Quedó como pez fuera del agua e intentó agarrarle la muñeca, pero la arena hizo que dejara las manos pegadas a la cama.

—Tal actitud con alguien que ha nacido muchísimo antes que tú es muy inadecuado —gruñó con sus abdominales tensos, de a poco cambiando el ángulo para rozar el punto que la volvería loca—. Hablar menos y aprender te haría muy bien.

Involuntariamente los ojos de Habibah quedaron en blanco cuando él encontró el área más débil de su intimidad, las piernas queriendo ceder y no pudiendo caer gracias a la fuerza con que la agarraba.

—Se… th… —llamó mientras los músculos se sacudían de una forma nunca antes vivida.

—¿Hm? —preguntó dejando de cortar la circulación de sangre.

Algo de conciencia regresó a la femenina e intentó pedir un tiempo por como estaba reaccionando a las perfectas administraciones, pero, a propósito, Seth puso más empeñó y evitó que pudiera hablar.

Maldijo por dentro y dejó caer la cabeza, su humedad escurriéndose por los muslos y apenas manchando las sabanas. Él la agarró de las caderas para más estabilidad y la arena se enrolló en el cuello, el que picara solo acentuando el efecto del placer y la estrangulación. Cualquier grito y gemido quedó ahogado o salió cortado, algunos jadeos logrando abandonarla mientras él respiraba pesado y ocasionalmente gruñía en profunda satisfacción.

Tratando de tragar y adorando cuando le costó hacerlo, Habibah se concentró por un breve segundo y puso la serpiente en movimiento. Las caderas de Seth perdieron ritmo, y sobre el hombro ella miró como rápidamente la dorada criatura se sostenía firme alrededor de la garganta del pelirrojo.

—D-Dos… —trató de hablar, y a propósito él aflojó la arena—. Dos pueden jugar… este juego —sonrió orgullosa, aunque enseguida rodó los ojos y cayó apoyándose en ambos codos.

El masculino inspiró como pudo, el metal no cediendo ni un poco y aumentando sus propias sensaciones.

—Sabía que serías un dolor si t-te traía al templo —gruñó con el ceño fruncido.

Habibah trató de reír, pero un sonido extraño salió mientras apreciaba como el orgasmo empezaba a formarse.

—Pero tam… también te doy... placer —defendió, sus pulmones ardiendo un poco y forzando el oro para que sufriera lo mismo que ella.

Una queja desesperada y frustrada surgió del hombre, quien apreció como la constricción generaba que ondas eléctricas viajaran a la erección. Encajó la mandíbula y lanzó la cabeza hacia atrás, con nueva urgencia arremetiendo contra la chica para provocar el éxtasis que empezaba a asomarse como una explosión.

Ambos parecían haber perdido poder en sus conciencias y cuerpos mientras se movían, sumamente abrumados necesitando la liberación de todo el placer que los consumía. Estaban a punto de desmayarse, cada tanto permitiendo algo de tranquilidad a los cuellos antes de en segundos devolverlos a la privación.

Los espasmos de Habibah se intensificaron y logró expresar el clímax que abrió un nuevo mundo de goce, sus piernas temblando incontrolables entre sonidos lascivos al la humedad haber aumentado considerablemente con la liberación. Era excesivo y Seth no pudo soportar el ser apresado por aquellas paredes, tal reacción y estímulo llevándolo al límite y terminando dentro de la femenina. Tembló y gimió alto, con cierta dificultad dando las últimas estocadas hasta que la estimulación fue demasiada y frenó.

Tanto el metal como la arena se aflojaron y los dos respiraron acelerado y pesado, con los parpados bajos dejándose caer en el colchón apreciando la comodidad. Habibah estaba boca abajo y de a poco volteó a ver al hombre, que tenía un brazo cruzado en la frente mientras se estabilizaba. Lucía igual o más hermoso que antes, su perfecto perfil siendo de envidia con tan bello color de ojos y cabello a los cuales amaría resaltar con varias creaciones.

—Eso estuvo bien —suspiró la joven mientras levantaba los brazos y se estiraba.

Seth le observó y sin saberlo hizo lo mismo que ella, en silencio admirando la belleza que con un solo vistazo logró capturarlo. Conversaron un poco y decidieron que esa sería la única ronda que tendrían, aunque sus bocas no se salvaron de enredarse con algunos roces extras de las escurridizas manos. En algún punto cayeron dormidos y el sol estaba en lo alto cuando el chico entreabrió los ojos, muy somnoliento tomando conciencia de su alrededor bien pasados unos cuantos minutos. Esencias florales inundaron su nariz y no reconoció ninguna como algo que poseyera, en ese momento mirando a ambos costados y notando que no había presencia de Habibah. Arrugó el ceño y se sentó listo para levantarse y averiguar si tuvo el atrevimiento de dejarlo, pero entonces oyó un ruido en la habitación y cauteloso corrió las cortinas.

De espaldas a la ventana, la diosa se miraba en el espejo mientras aplicaba un tipo de aceite a su rostro. El cabello lo tenía mojado y tirado hacia atrás, el sol que entraba y la iluminaba dándole de lleno para exitosamente eliminar la humedad con rapidez. Se hallaba visiblemente concentrada y no tomó conciencia de que Seth despertó hasta que sus descalzos pies hicieron leve ruido en el suelo.

—Buenos días —sonrió mientras se pasaba perfume.

—Veo que encontraste los baños.

—Si, después del espectáculo y nuestro enredo necesitaba asearme.

—Aún tengo la pulsera que me lanzaste.

—Es tuya —dijo viendo el objeto—. Con ella, si algún día estás aburrido y me extrañas, podrás encontrarme donde sea que esté y repetir lo de anoche —guiñó un ojo con aire pícaro.

Seth chasqueó la lengua y miró el accesorio sintiendo como se le retorcía el estómago, las piedras brillando tanto como ella al sol.

—Lo tendré en cuenta.

—Aún así, deberás estar preparado para cuando mi madre te vea usando algo mío —advirtió mientras estiraba el cuello y veía las marcas que él provocó.

—No podrá hacer mucho —restó importancia poniendo una mano en su cadera—. ¿Te irás a la caravana?

—Si, debo avisar que estoy bien y lista para la presentación de ésta noche.

—¿Cuánto tiempo permanecerán en la ciudad?

—Hasta la próxima luna llena.

Guardaron silencio y él cruzó los brazos, por un momento mirando hacia la ventana y el claro cielo.

—Quédate.

—¿Cómo? —elevó ambas cejas admirando su cincelado rostro.

—Durante la noche no duermas en la caravana, ven aquí.

—¿Todos los días? —preguntó sorprendida.

Seth asintió y ella pestañeó consternada antes de asentir rápido.

—Me encantaría, gracias.

—Iré a bañarme, haz lo que desees en el templo.

—¿Los problemas están incluidos? —inquirió maliciosa, y él inclinó la cabeza.

—No.

—Pero…

—En caso contrario, te castigaré.

—De alguna forma aquello suena muy prometedor, tal vez deberías darme una lección —rió divertida y seductora.

—Recién me levanto —dijo en medio de un bostezo, el rezago de anoche aún notándose—. Nos vemos después.

—Por supuesto, te despediré antes de irme.

Viendo su espalda, Habibah abandonó cualquier fachada y sonrió astuta al saber a la perfección que el hombre estaba cayendo por ella. No era diferente a cualquier otro humano o divinidad, pero sin dudas Seth era quien realmente quería y al que le daría todo si terminaba rindiéndose a sus pies.

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Deastra X Heimdall - Song quote

"Love's gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death of you and you and me. (and you and you and you and me) - PRIDE. , Kendrick Lamar

Message: No warnings, chill fic. Testing the waters with this one. Deastra is the OC I made for GOW x reader fics, I linked the character info sheet below.

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Word Count: 1.8k ish

Vibes While Writing: ultimate sped-up playlist for actual hot ppl

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-> Deastra / y/n character info if something is confusing: https://www.tumblr.com/tia-00l/736839705205817344/deastra-gow-oc?source=share

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Heimdalls" POV

Again, she's waiting by the hallway, waiting for her "giant" brother to finish with the All-father, my father. Never does she move, and yet I'm still required to watch her even though any of these drunken dim-witted gods could handle her easily. But no, Father insists that I watch her, for the sake of keeping her out of the business he has with that weird boy. So, for another reckless and loud night in the Mess Hall, I pretend to read one of Bragi's many scriptures while endlessly watching this fake god, and my gaze never falters.

"Hail ye jerk!" Oh, what is it now? I hiss to myself. An Aesir who's drunk out of their mind approaches me. "Might I ask what made the All-Father's son such a pain in everyone's ass!" He starts to slug towards me, and I move out of the way while grabbing his face and throwing him in the other direction. The drunk bumps into more drunks and now they're all fighting each other. I scoff and look back to the fake god. "..." Oh shit, where did she go?

Deastra's POV

"And thanks to that lovely drunken Aesir, I smoothly escaped that puppy's gaze." Ever since we arrived in Asgard, I realized that I never fully explored this new realm. I stretch out my arms to the sky, Tonight is the night I fully explore. I look around and wonder where I am. "Oh shoot," I think to myself. I am a bit lost. This Asgardian city isn't too hard to navigate, but I can't help but find this place repetitive to look at. The only thing that really catches my attention is what's beyond those walls. So that is where I'll go. Except I don't know how to get back to the lift, I used my shadow jump a bit too much and ended up in a random shadow beside someone's house.

"KRAA!" A sound of birds catches my attention and I look up. I see a murder of crows resting on top of a house. "Maybe I should do the same as them," I say to myself. Without voicing another thought I shadow jump to the roof of that house disturbing the crows and they fly away. "Maybe I should've chosen another roof," I whisper while looking around for the wall's lift. I squat down and look through a circle made with my fingers. I find it aaannndd I need to get close to the Mess Hall again. That's going to be a problem for me, the poor pup probably noticed I'm gone already. Sigh, I hope the murder scattering wasn't too obvious.

"Oooh it was quite obvious, Sunshine." I look up and see Heimdall towering over me. "Oh shit, how nice to see you here." I grin at Heimdall and he replies with a neverending glare. His face shows slight confusion and annoyance, am I thinking of something weird? Well, I am happy to see him, I just realized I can get him to be my guide.

"Since you're here already-", "No" Heimdall hisses. "I didn't even finish what I was going to say!" "You didn't need to," Heimdall crosses his arms and his glare intensifies. I stand up and avert my gaze from his. I can't help but be nervous. Maybe I should make a run for the lift right now? Can he stop me? Probably. "Don't bother running, you won't make it." Heimdall cocks his head. "How do you know that?" I jokingly say still avoiding his gaze. Oh wait, he has foresight, wait, does he read minds or intent? I forget. I should be more attentive around here.

"Does half of your brain not work?" Heimdall suddenly spits. "Don't think I trust you or think of you as a docile being to the All-Father. It's just what you say is literally what you think, and there's no ill intent." Heimdall steps closer to me and leans towards me. "What really goes on in that brain of yours?" His hand grabs my jaw and makes me face him. Our eyes interlock and he glares into my eyes once more.

I grow uneasy, not from the lack of distance between us, but the lack of awareness I have of his abilities. How far can he see in my mind? He scoffs and pulls his hand from my face. He steps back and turns his back to me.

"Tell me, do you see yourself as the unwanted child in your family." Heimdall looks back at me with a stupid grin on his face. "With what I saw, I can certainly confirm it." I wince at his comment. Never have I doubted the bond I have with my family, but the thought of being unwanted is something I can't get rid of, no matter how silly it might be. Father and Atreus have grown closer throughout the years, and their bond is special. Never have they done anything to make me think ill of my position as their family, it's just a thought that intrudes my peace at times. I notice that Heimdall has turned back to me and his expression is filled with amusement. He sees deeper in my mind than I can realize, rather, he sees the layer of my thoughts that I choose to reject.

"Quit it," I say. "Haha, no, I don't think I will." His grin widens. "Kratos thinks of you as a constant reminder of his past. YOU were there with him in that other world." Heimdall draws closer to me again and bends down to meet my face with his. His eyes pierce mine. "And I suppose it doesn't help that his regrets with his old family resurface with your presence." Heimdall tilts his head, not breaking eye contact. "Your so-called father will never feel for you as deeply as he does for that boy, and you know that." Heimdall stands back to his full height and peers down at me.

I smile back at the god before me. Sure, what he said bothered me for a moment and I began to feel bad for myself again. But what he said was only things that I've thought before. To add, those are my thoughts, not the truth. "I will admit that revelation of yours did hurt to hear," I say while I place my hand on my chest. "But at least if how I felt was true, I wouldn't turn into this realm's greatest jerk." My smile widens and I shadow-jump to an open field that headed towards the lift up the wall. Heimdall most likely saw this coming as he arrived there shortly after I jumped.

"Oh please, what did you mean by that?" Heimdall coos. "I am the Herald of Ragnarok, I am the one he seeks council within nearly every situation!" He continues to spaz about the many feats that would make him feel that Odin loved him truly as his son. "Out of all my brothers, I am the most competent and smartest!" I started to dull out his voice in my head, which was something he noticed right away and did not like.

Heimdall's hand pulls my shoulder making me spin around and face him. I've been in his situation with Kratos when his revenge was his sole priority. I've been with Kratos when he regretted his actions and I did begin to remind him of all his pains. I was in Heimdall's position of having a father who had no true want for you. Although, after he granted my life once more, he gave me his blood and even Faye's as a way of becoming their child, he changed and I was no longer unwanted. Even with Atreus's birth, I was never treated any differently. So thinking I was unwanted in my family is only a pain from the past that still haunts me.

"You know nothing of my intent or the feelings my father has for me!" Heimdall's voice is seething with annoyance. Did he read my monologue just now? The god's face twists. "I do the All-Father's bidding because I must protect Asgard and him. I don't do this because I'm trying to gain his attention like a needy mutt." That's not at all what I thought, did that slip from his mind?

"I may not have the same ability to read intent and thoughts as you, but I can read people to an extent." This time I step closer to the Aesir god in front of me and rest my hands on my hips. "The twisted, disgusting, despicable, and ruthless feelings that old man has towards his sons are vile. He treated Atreus much better than he probably ever did to you and your brothers right?" Heimdall's eyes twitch. "I don't have any ill intent towards anyone here just yet, because the ones I do have issues with are dead, and I frankly don't want any more bloodshed. To be completely honest with you, I pity the hell out of you, and you probably hate that." Heimdall steps closer to me, his eyes dark. "Don't speak another word." I back off once he says this, I don't mean to anger the people of this realm, let alone Odin's most favored tool.

I'm sure this ass in front of me is capable of love. Except the only thing he does love is maybe that Gulltopr thing and Odin. His familial love for Odin will never be reciprocated. I hate how much I relate to this thing. I can't help to think about it either.

"Do not believe that we are similar in any way." He hisses. "Being tasked to watch you has proven to be a pain. You've only been here for one day and I have grown to feel sick of you." Heimdall turns towards the Mess Hall. "You are a rare truthful but infuriating being that I no longer want to deal with. I can truly see there is no actual threat to you being here, so I don't need to bother with you right now." Heimdall storms off. Before he leaves, I can't help but blurt one last thing.

"HEY!" I shout out.

Surprisingly he stops in his tracks. "Your love for Odin is gonna get you killed, but pride is gonna be the death of you and me." Heimdall turns his head to me, his face filled with annoyance. "And what do you mean by that?" My mind is blank, I don't know, I just said it. "No idea actually, don't dwell too much on it golden boy," I say to him with the intent of peacefully ending what feud we just had. I recall what I was doing, going to the wall. I begin to trek to the lift once more, forgetting about Heimdall who hasn't looked away from me. The gods of this realm are much more tolerable than the ones I knew in my previous existence. I genuinely hope to co-exist with these gods, even Heimdall.

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Note: Do y'all like it if I color code who talks? Or only if I do it partially.

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