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springfallendeer · 7 months

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At the Mercy of the Sea (Eclipse x F!Reader)

Who wants a 14k slow-burn of a story featuring Eclipse as a stranded pirate captain (and a fallen God) and the reader as an Escaped Slave determined not to die?

Got this lovely commission done last night. Hope Y'all enjoy :3

The sea.

A cold and unforgiving force of nature. Chaotic to the point of being terrifying; but balanced to the point of being vital for the survival of the world. Equally as likely to provide for its subjects as it is to take from them.

You can only hope that today it will be kind. Or at least more generous that it was the day before.

Any resources that it can provide, you will accept with gratitude. Be it a stray plank of driftwood, or the carcass of some dead fish. Anything. You will take it.

Please…

The wind is wild today. It carries the coming storm straight to your island prison.

Dark clouds stir overhead.

There is not yet thunder or lightning. Not yet sleet or rain. But you know that soon; very, very soon; the next storm will be here.

The storm will soon be here and you have nothing. No food. No shelter. No fire. No means of easing away the suffering of this harsh, unforgiving environment.

A chill runs through you as the wind suddenly turns cold.

All that you can do is try to prepare.

You gather up the remains of your previous shelter. Scraps of driftwood and flimsy branches. Strips of soiled cloth and pitiful strands of rope.

There’s less for you to gather this time than there was the last. What few resources you’ve amassed have been picked over by the sea. Some of your best supplies are gone; washed away by the previous storm and taken away from you forever.

The wind tries to strip you of what you have left. It pulls branches and cloth from your hand.

The island is the closest that you have to a friend, despite it being your prison. It catches your supplies with outstretched wooden fingers, giving you the chance to salvage what little you have at your disposal.

Grateful as you are for this small act of protection, you cannot help but long for more…

The island provides you solid ground. It shelters you from the cold, unforgiving sea. But it provides you nothing more.

What few “edible” plants you’ve found have proven to be toxic to your human body. After multiple bouts of sickness and fever, you’ve learned to ignore the fruits and berries that you happen across. There are trees, but you cannot salvage them for wood without tools. There are rocks, but you lack the resources needed to break them down into something that might be of use.

You are in a purgatory. The raw resources that could make survival possible are here! Every last one of them. But they exist in a state that makes them useless to you, if not flat out detrimental to you.

As the first flash of lightning illuminates your dim landscape, you struggle to secure the foundation of your meager, flimsy shelter.

It will not protect you from the rain. Nor will it protect you from the cold. But it might protect you from the wind…

Or the wind might take the opportunity to completely strip you of what little you have left.

You can only hope that you’ll make it to tomorrow without additional losses.

Your reluctant companion returns with the tide; indifferent to your suffering as the wind and the sea.

He drags his haul behind him. The remains of some unfortunate boat. Useless as a means of escape due to having already been sunk; but a genuine bounty nonetheless.

From where you sit in your laughably poor shelter, you can see all that he’s found. There are fish and clumps of seaweed in the bed of the boat. He’s gathered stones and shells. Lengths of rope and scraps of cloth.

He has brought with him a bounty of vital resources. But that bounty is his to keep.

Not a single word is uttered to you as he passes by.

You’re surprised he’s even bothered to return.

Unlike you, he is not trapped here. He can come and go as he pleases, as a child of the sea.

He merely returns out of spite. Possibly out of the desire to see you cold and suffering on this island you’ve been stranded on.

He’s a cruel God. Just like any other to roam the mortal plane. His mere presence here mocks your desperate attempts at survival. While you remain trapped and at the mercy of the sea; he ventures into it to gather more than you could hope to find.

You’re denied access to those resources out of spite; because you refuse to be made into his slave.

But perhaps being a slave might have been the better option…

Perhaps you might have been better off not lighting those barrels of gunpowder. Or maybe you should have stayed within the range of the blast when it went off.

A fast death would be preferable to this prolonged suffering. Drowning out at sea would be preferable to being trapped on a small, secluded island with a fallen deity who torments you out of principle.

Gods are selfish in nature. They are not kind.

He will afford you no luxuries unless you first agree to be made into his servant. He asks this of you knowing that all that you have left in the world is your freedom.

You refuse him out of principle just as he refuses you in turn…

If you are to die, then you would rather die free. Regardless of how much suffering your choices will bring you.

The rain begins at the most opportune time. The mercy that it brings is the ability to mask your tears of frustration and agony as you curl up beneath your haphazard shelter.

The rain terrorizes you. But it provides for you. It hides your anguish and it quenches your thirst.

You greedily gulp the skywater from cupped hands while the God establishes yet another temporary shelter.

He makes his from the sand; and somehow it always proves viable.

He sculpts the sand like clay and it remains where he leaves it. He establishes walls and a roof to protect himself from the downpour.

While you sit in a small shelter that affords you virtually now protection, he splays his naked body out in his to relax and rest.

You sob as he sleeps. The rain washes away your tears as it saturates your unprotected body. The wind drowns out your voice as it attempts to rip your useless shelter away from you.

Your night is spent cold, exhausted, and hungry.

The sea has not afforded a meal to you in days.

At this rate, you won’t survive. You might last through the night, yes. But each moment you spend being ravaged by the elements, you feel yourself growing weaker. The more you fight to keep what supplies you have, the harder it gets for you to hold on.

The wind howls. The rain saturates you. It attempts in earnest to drown you. But you endure…

You endure because you must.

You struggle through the day and well into the night, succumbing to sleep only when you run out of energy. How you manage to sleep through the final hours of the storm is beyond you. But exhaustion has a power that simply cannot be explained.

When you inevitably collapse from exhaustion, your body is left completely at the mercy of the storm.

By the time the storm fades and you weakly drag yourself back to consciousness, the harsh reality has already set in.

Your struggles have been in vain; and your struggles will continue to be in vain.

What few resources you had have either been carried away by the storm or scattered across the landscape. If you can be bothered to find the energy to get up and gather them once more, you know you’ll simply lose everything all over again once the next storm hits.

You are tired.

Your body is cold. You ache from hunger, from sickness, and from being battered by the elements.

Tears well in your eyes as you stare up at the last straggling clouds that drift overhead.

The beauty of the sunrise is completely lost to you. All that you see is another day that must be spent struggling. Another day that must be spent suffering.

When the God steps into your line of sight, you cannot even be bothered to try and hide your suffering from his bitter gaze.

Every breath you take is agony. Your tears burn your eyes. Your body aches. Your stomach is in knots.

You just want it to stop…

“You lost your shelter.” The God states.

Anger rises in you in response. His voice is as cold and bitter as ever. You can hear the annoyance in his tone and the mockery in his words.

He mocks you for your inability to survive this hell you’ve dragged yourself into.

“F—uck off!” You spit back in turn, your voice spilling from your lips like a potent venom. When he mains stationed in your line of sight, you fight against the pain so that you can roll onto your side to face away from him.

“Ju-st leave me to d-ie!...” You rasp.

You’re done. You don’t have the energy or the strength of will to endure another day of survival.

Soon the elements will beat the remnants of your pointless, pitiful life out of you and you will be reclaimed by the sea. You would rather not spend your last moments of awareness being scrutinized by this cold, apathetic God.

Your chest painfully heaves as you lay there. The simple act of rolling over has been enough to leave you winded.

You close your eyes to rest, but not to gather your strength.

Surely Death will take you soon… You can feel his hands grasping at your soul in hopes of dragging it from your struggling flesh.

You do not fight him. His embrace, painful as it is, is a welcomed mercy.

The bitter sting of the wind disappears as your body grows numb. The world grows dark behind your closed eyes, signaling that you’ve finally been extracted from the mortal realm.

The distant sound of the waves remains to lull you gently into your eternal slumber, disappearing only when you fade away completely into the world beyond…

When your eyes next flutter open, you find yourself confused.

Your body still aches. Hunger still gnaws at you. You can hear the sea continuing to roll across the sand, though the sound is more muffled than before.

Death never came for you. That was just the aimless ramblings of a fading mind as it relented to the call of slumber.

As you struggle to move, you find yourself aimlessly taking in your surroundings.

You’re no longer out in the open. For the first time in weeks, your body is properly sheltered from the bite of wind and the heat of the sun. But you have no memory of having been moved.

Or… You do, but your perception of that moment has been muddled by false assumptions.

The sandy shelter that surrounds you is the one established by the God. He must have moved you as you began to fade.

You’re not sure if he did so as an act of mercy, or out of spite.

In your own bitter and confused state, you assume spite. Of course he would do the opposite of allowing you to die when you admit being ready to succumb to the acts of fate.

Divine intervention. Cruel as always. Timed specifically to prevent you from dying when you had finally come to terms and embraced the call of Death.

You would be of sound mind to drag yourself back out into the open to let the elements take you; because waking now only means that you will suffer further while you wait for starvation to finish the job.

But you’re tired. The sand inside the shelter is surprisingly warm and pleasant… You cannot find the strength or the motivation to leave.

This is the most comfortable you’ve felt in… A very long time. The warmth of the sand is a welcome reprieve after all that you’ve been through. It's softer and more pleasant than the cold planks of your former prison.

If not for the anguish of your empty stomach, it would have been tempting to call this a pleasant place to rest. You might even be able to relax. But of course you can’t relax, because you’re in a fair amount of pain.

Your stomach gurgles and groans in need as you lay there and attempt to recover your strength.

You need to eat.

You need to get up and look for food. Something; anything; will usher away the pain, even if just for a short while. But as you try to urge yourself to rise, you inevitably fall.

You just don’t have the energy. You don’t have the drive. Years of stress and struggle have built up to burden you. Now that you’ve been thrust into an even more dire situation, you just can’t find it in you to fight against the burden.

After years of struggling; years of abuse and defiance; you’ve finally been broken. Broken by a battle that has raged on and on relentlessly without any inkling of a reprieve.

Something as simple as a basic act of kindness has not been afforded to you in years… Admittedly, something as simple and basic as that might be all that it takes to usher you back into good spirits.

Imagine your surprise and confusion when something edible is haphazardly tossed onto your sickly, tired body.

A quiet groan escapes you as you struggle to roll over to observe what has just struck you. Some peculiar bundle of wilted seaweed…

Your eyes inevitably move to stare at the one that’s delivered this food to you. None other than the forsaken God.

“Eat.” He simply commands. His voice is as stoic as ever. His expression is cold, if not mildly annoyed.

You give him a dirty look in turn. Even if you are grateful for the opportunity to eat something, you can still dislike the manner in which the food was given. Having it thrown at you like you were some sort of animal is far from appealing.

On some level, it hurt. Because you were tired and sore.

So sore in fact that… You couldn’t find the strength to properly eat. You can barely lift the seaweed bundle with your tired arms. The weight of it either means that there’s something inside of it, or that you’re especially weak after having gone so long without food. Either way, you can’t quite unwrap it to get to the part that hasn’t been covered in sand. Nor can you sit up.

You still try, of course. Just like you try to break into the package that the deity has so callously thrown at you. Your fingers fumble and manage to snap a few of the thick stems that keep the seaweed bundle intact. You tense your legs and abdomen time and time again in hopes of getting yourself to sit up so that you can eat.

Ultimately, you only exhaust and frustrate yourself. Tears of frustration well in your eyes once more. When the first of those tears finally escapes and rolls down your cheek, you accept defeat and succumb to the inevitable.

Thoroughly worn out and starving, you stop fighting to eat and just lay down. You don’t have the energy, and it frustrates you, because you desperately want to be able to eat. You just can’t. Your body is so far gone from lack of sustenance that it simply cannot cooperate when you tell it to do something.

In your frustrated state, you can’t even be bothered to feel self-conscious. You openly lay there and cry while the cold and callous God stares at you.

Something about seeing you cry must have made him feel uneasy. Perhaps it ultimately comes down to the fact that he is a man and you are a woman. A man's job is to look after the women under his care.

Like it or not, you are technically under his care. His Divine status is irrelevant in this argument… Or it solidifies the inevitable, making him more bound to the laws of nature that humans could otherwise get away with breaking.

He is the man. The hunter and the provider. Bitterness and spite have managed to overshadow his apparent instinct to fulfill his responsibilities. Weeks of watching you suffer and waste away have worn him down in turn.

He submits to the part of himself that he must have been resisting.

You jolt in surprise as he kneels next to you.

At this close proximity, you become all the more aware of the fact that he is naked; despite him having been for the past week or so.

He abandoned his clothes as his trips into the water became more frequent. Then he just stopped bothering to put them back on, if he still had access to them at all…

You stare up at him, uncertain of his intention as he takes the food away from you.

For a moment, you assume he’ll eat it himself. Kick you while you're down, seeing as you’re unable to do so much as offer a bitter quip in response to anything he might do to irk you.

You watch as he easily peels away the layers of seaweed to reveal what lays hidden inside; a fish and the innards of some mollusks.

You don’t know what surprises you more. The fact that there’s fresh food inside of the seaweed; as opposed to some half eaten carcass delivered by the sea; or that he takes to feeding you this buffet by hand.

He’s as awkward about feeding you as you are about being fed.

In fact, you’re actually more awkward than he is, because he has to lift you up to lay your head in his bare lap.

Though he’s got nothing dangling between his legs to prod you with, it's still an all around uncomfortable situation. You’re not even certain if he’s actually a man or if he’s suffering from some extreme shrinkage due to the bitter cold of the water and wind.

He presents as a rather masculine male either way. So it's only natural for a woman of your condition to be a wee bit unsettled by the concept of having to lay your head in his naked lap.

You try to focus on the food instead of the awkwardness of the situation.

The fish is warm. As in it has been cooked. Not grilled, but steamed through some means. The Deity must have found the means of building a fire.

The fish is tender and moist. The mollusks are chewy. Both are briney from the seaweed that was wrapped around them… In other words, these are some of the best things you’ve had the opportunity to eat in recent years.

You do ultimately struggle to eat even with the help. You just… Don’t have the energy to chew. You barely have the energy to swallow. But still, you do manage to eat every scrap of meat that is pressed against your lips.

Once you’ve finished eating, you breathe a sigh of relief.

The unholy noises emanating from your gut have finally stopped. You’re full. Odds are that you wouldn’t have been able to eat more than what had been so kindly provided to you.

Now that the food is gone… The awkwardness sets back in.

The God hasn’t said a word since first telling you to eat. His expression hasn’t changed either. His features are as cold and bitter as ever, which makes it hard for you to read him.

Why did he help you? Why now?

You’ve been stranded for weeks. He’s had dozens, if not hundreds of opportunities to stop being such a dick and lend you a hand when you were clearly struggling. There had been multiple incidents where he returned from the sea with food and callously sat within your line of sight to devour his catch. Disgusting as it had been to watch him chow down on raw fish like a bear, it had still been a cruel choice on his part to eat while you went hungry.

Time and time again he did things equally as cruel. He slept nightly in a shelter while you struggled through the cold. He allowed you to eat poisonous plants and showed you no sympathy when you fell ill as a result.

What’s more, he flat out refused to help you whenever you stooped so low as to request it of him!

He turned your struggle into an opportunity to force you to become one of his followers, stating that you would have no help from him unless you submitted to his rule.

Why the change of heart? Had he given up? Or was he one of the Gods could swoop in and claim ownership of someone’s soul as it began to leave their body?

Had he made you his slave while you lay dying? Or had he simply recalled that he was meant to have a heart?

Had he just… Y’know what? It doesn’t matter. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. You should just accept the help while he’s willing to give it. Who knows if he’ll up and change his mind again and cast you back into the harsh reality of solitary survival.

You remain as you are for an unexpected amount of time; with your head on his lap as he stares at you.

Though, he admittedly seems to be staring through you. His eyes are on you but he doesn’t really seem to be paying much attention to you. If he’s paying any attention to you at all.

Until suddenly he seems to become fully aware of you. At which point he rather abruptly pushes you off of his lap so that he can stand up. Not to leave; or at least he doesn’t leave; but just to put some distance between the two of you.

Thankfully he doesn’t actually hurt you in his haste. But being effectively thrown onto the ground is never pleasant.

You bitterly huff to yourself as you settle back down in the sand. The warmth of it is a pleasant distraction from the discomfort of your situation.

“... You should rest.” The Deity unexpectedly mutters as he stares down at you.

His words prove as confusing as his recent behavior. Why the sudden concern about your wellbeing? Where was this concern the past few weeks?

Whatever. No point bothering to try and ask.

You huff again as you struggle to roll into a more comfortable position. It really sucks not having the energy to perform basic tasks…

You tense up instinctively when the God suddenly approaches you again, but you don’t utter a single word. Not even when he takes to tugging on your arm so that he can encourage you to roll over onto your side.

He doesn’t say another word to you as he does this. He just helps you roll over before briskly stepping back.

Then he just leaves. Like an asshole. And suddenly you’re all alone in the shelter with nothing but your confused thoughts to keep you company.

So much is on your mind. So many questions and so few answers… No answers, really. Only theories.

You sigh to yourself as you close your eyes and try to focus on the warmth of the sand beneath your skin. It sure is soft. Almost like a blanket. The Deity must have done something to make the sand feel more comfortable. It doesn’t even stick to your skin like it normally would.

Your questions can wait.

Your struggles can wait.

You’ve finally got food in your stomach and something of a roof over your head. You can rest. You can gather your strength and mentally prepare yourself for the upcoming hardships.

Sleep takes you with incredible ease. You don’t even fight it. Surrounded by warmth and protected from the chill of the wind, it's easy to drift off into slumber.

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A lot has changed since your near death experience.

The Deity has been… Kinder. Attentive, but in a distant sort of way. He often seems uncertain or confused. But he ultimately figures out how to be of proper help. He has ensured that you are fed. He has ensured that you have shelter. He regularly ventures into the sea in search of supplies, and so your once meager pile of resources has grown rapidly. You’ve even been able to start building a small boat from the chunks of wood that he’s dragged from the depths of the sea.

Your situation has improved.

Gone are the days of spite where he focused on getting under your skin or making you miserable. Gone are the days where you responded to his spite with vitriol of your own.

You both still have your sarcastic, snarky moments. But these moments are more akin to friendly bickering than to any sort of genuine malice.

He still asks you to become his follower. You still refuse. But nothing ever comes of these brief conversations. He’s seemingly resigned to the fact that you cannot be argued with and bullied into submission on the matter. So his only options now are to just ask again to see if you’ve happened to change your mind.

You have not. Though you are starting to wonder exactly why he’s so persistent on the matter.

There’s uncomfortable thoughts gnawing at the back of your mind, as of late. Thoughts in relation to his behavior and his shift in attitude. Thoughts that only began to creep their way into your head after you began to notice things of concern.

He regularly ventures into the sea for one reason or another. As an Oceanic God, he is quite at home in the water. The waves bend to his whims whenever he’s near.

But as of late, it's obvious that he’s been struggling to swim. He’s been struggling to venture out of the water.

Weeks ago, it was easy for him to drag massive chunks of food from the depths. But as time has passed, you’ve noticed him bringing back less when he returns. He brings smaller, lighter items. Yet he struggles to traverse with his findings more and more. It's as if he’s been slowly growing weaker as time goes on.

And… That weakness has become something that made you notice physical changes to his body.

He’s never looked nearly as strong as he clearly is. His muscle mass, while always present, has never been incredibly defined. This is pretty routine among taller men, as their muscles have further to stretch to cover longer bones. But his one more prominent muscles have faded over time, making him appear more lanky than before.

At some point, his ribs began to show. But his diet has remained consistent. He eats the same amount of food each day; consisting of various sea animals and the few plants that can withstand the brine of the sea.

You’ve been gaining weight on that same diet. Yet despite his seemingly reduced workload and his maintained calorie intake, he has been losing it.

Now that you’ve noticed all of these changes, you can’t help but be concerned.

Can Gods fall ill? His darker complexion has grown more ashen. The fiery hue to the markings on his flesh have grown dim. He certainly appears to have grown sickly. But you have no means of understanding the cause of this supposed sickness, if it is even a sickness at all and not some typical cycle of his physical form. There are Gods who go through a cycle of Death and Rebirth… Is he perhaps one of them?

Or does his current condition somehow relate to why he’s been continuing to try and coerce you into becoming one of his servants? Does the request have more importance to it than the simple desire to bind a human to his rule so that he can maintain authority over them?

Even now, watching him tear into his food, you can see that something is wrong. Despite his obvious loss in weight, he seems… Almost disinterested in his food. Each bite that he takes of the fish, you can tell that he’s doing it out of need as opposed to hunger.

He’s put off from his food. Which is generally a sign that the food he’s eating doesn’t have something that his body needs in order to maintain itself. He’s only eating it because of an understanding that he needs food. And that is concerning in its own right.

He even struggles to rend the tender flesh from the thin bones that it clings too, despite being obviously built to perform these tasks. His sharp teeth ought to tear through the meat with ease. Yet he pulls and struggles as though his teeth have suddenly grown blunt.

He isn’t so much cutting the meat with his teeth as he is tearing it. You can even hear the sickening sound of fish being torn with each small yank of his head.

It's just so… Concerning. You have no idea what has gone wrong, or if anything is wrong at all.

You can’t help it. You need to just ask. Just to see if he’ll tell you what is going on.

“Are you alright?” You abruptly ask. Your words are meant to just get to the root of the current issues, though you fail to realize how unintentionally vague your inquiry actually is.

“... No.” The Deity simply replies in turn. There’s not a hint of distress or bitterness in his voice. Just the usual cold and calm. He utters this single word so matter of factly that it's almost sarcastic; as if it should be obvious to you that he is not, in fact, alright.

You feel a familiar annoyance bubble up inside of you in response to his blunt reply, but you fight it back down. Now isn’t the time to start squabbling with him.

“Look. I’m just… Concerned, is all.” You sigh, opting to try and take a more gentle approach in the conversation. Hopefully you’ll be able to coax a more reasonable response from him. One that is honest but not quite as… Annoying? He’s being a bit of a smartass, that much you know.

“You just… Look, Eclipse. You seem tired, as of late. And you’re getting thin. I just wanted to check in. See what was going on, y’know?” You mutter, explaining your reasoning to the Deity.

The Deity responds in turn with silence. At least at first. He simply focuses on tearing another chunk out of his raw fish so that he can continue to force it down his reluctant gullet.

You watch him eat. Particularly, you watch as he clearly struggles to swallow the chunk of meat that he’s just eaten.

He doesn’t even bother to chew. He just rips off a bite and swallows it, with effort.

“Is that right?” Eclipse comments in turn. You almost hear a note of humor in his voice. Though it is incredibly dry. Dry and almost bitter. He then puts his half eaten fish down on the rock next to the fire. He takes a moment to lick a few stray droplets of fish blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Well. In that case, I’ll be blunt with you. I’m dying.” He states.

Needless to say, that caught you off guard. So much so that you drop the food that you have been picking at.

“You… Wh-what?...” You aimlessly murmur, genuinely caught off guard by the God’s blunt reply. He said it so casually. So matter of factly. He sounded as if he wasn’t even bothered by what he was saying. He wasn’t even concerned. He was just accepting of his state.

Eclipse remains silent for a long moment as he proceeds to retrieve and tear another bite of food from his half eaten fish. It's almost as if he’s ignoring you. Or at least intentionally keeping quiet to forcibly give you the opportunity to let his words sink in.

Again, he licks the corner of his mouth once he finishes with his bite.

“I have no followers. No mortals to draw power and vitality from.” He calmly states. You watch him lazily peel back the thick skin of the fish to make it easier to eat the flesh beneath.

“Alone, I could probably survive. I need no followers to care for myself.” He hums, before taking another bite of his fish. This one smaller. Focused more on the small bits of flesh that remain tightly clung to the long rib bones of the fish.

He doesn’t need to say anything else for you to realize the implications of his words. As he’s said, if he was focused only on his survival, he would do fine. Up until a few weeks ago, he was doing perfectly fine. In fact, he was thriving on this small island.

Then he started to look after you. He began to help you… And he started to waste away.

Suddenly his persistence in requesting that you become his follower makes sense. Everything from his passive inquiries to his callous demands that bordered on blackmail.

His earliest actions were meant to force you to make the pledge, yes. Yes, he was cruel. But he was ultimately doing what he felt he needed to do in order to survive.

Your near death experience… Well. It must have been some sort of a wakeup call. He must have realized that he couldn’t get you to cooperate through making you suffer. So he had turned to a more gentle approach in hopes of earning your cooperation that way.

Yet you had continued to refuse. Which in turn became a spiral of his own assured self-destruction.

Eclipse abruptly puts down his food once more while you’re lost in your own thoughts. In doing so, he startles you. You jump slightly and stare at him as he stands.

“I’m going to bed.” He calmly states, having concluded that he doesn’t need to explain anything further. He doesn’t need to explain why he’s going to bed and he doesn’t need to explain why he’s in such a poor state. Your expression makes it obvious to him that you’ve figured it out.

You can’t find it in you to convince him to stay. You know that he’s exhausted. Just eating had been a struggle for him. So much so that he couldn’t even finish his meal…

You remain silent as the God walks away from you. You watch as he makes the short trip to the sand shelter. How he keeps it from crumbling, you have no idea.

But you do have an idea of what awaits you should anything happen to him.

By now, it's obvious that you need him if you wish to survive. You just lack the means of keeping yourself alive. You cannot reliably gather food. You cannot build a reasonable shelter. Nor can you venture into the sea to gather other vital resources.

If Eclipse dies, you will surely die as well. And like him, your death will be drawn out. You’ll ultimately die from a mixture of exposure and starvation.

You need him. You need him just as much as he needs you.

Despite knowing this, it's still hard. You have always had the mindset that you would rather die free than live as a slave. If you continue as is, you will get exactly that. You will die, but you will die free.

And yet something about the idea of a literal God dying as a result of helping you doesn’t sit well with you…

You intentionally wait for a while before getting up to follow Eclipse to the shelter. You go about the usual nighttime tasks as you wait.

The fire must be settled; not snuffed. The Deity has kept it going by burning all manner of otherwise useless debris from the sea. You’ve provided in your own way by finding equally useless island debris. Dry leaves, fell branches, even chunks of old bone. All of these things make for wonderful fuel!

It's the thick chunks of driftwood that make for the best overnight fuel. Especially when the embers have settled. You arrange the heavy chunks around the center cooking stone to assure that the fire will remain active but restrained throughout the night.

After that, you dispose of the half eaten food. Wasteful as it might seem to not force down what hasn’t been eaten, there is ultimately no such thing as waste in nature. Especially not in the sea. Something will make use of these fish scraps; and you might even attract more fish to the area by tossing them extra food.

With the nighttime chores done, you make your way back to the shelter.

Eclipse should be asleep by now.

You confirm as much upon sneaking into the shelter to settle upon the sand across from him.

Thanks to the darkness, you can’t quite see him. Not very well, at least. All that you can really see is the silhouette of his body.

He’s curled up on his side. Not quite in the fetal position, but close.

He’s very still, and you can hear him breathing… You can hear him struggling to breathe.

His breathing is labored and thick. There’s an unpleasant sound resonating from his chest. Wet and rumbly, like Pneumonia.

He really must be sick…

Listening to him makes you uneasy. It makes you feel guilty, in a way. If his current state really is a byproduct of helping you, then him being sick is technically your fault.

Not really. But you did technically kill his previous followers when you blew up the slave ship. So… Yeah. Him being sick was more or less your fault, because you stripped him of what he needed to survive; albeit unintentionally.

That guilt continues to eat at you the longer that you listen to his strained breathing.

Tentatively, you reach out for him. He’s well within arms reach. Fast asleep.

You aren’t even sure what you mean to do, but just sitting here doing nothing reminds you of how utterly helpless you are in the grand scheme of things.

So you gently lay your hand on his back.

He doesn’t respond. Not even slightly. He doesn’t twitch or groan or anything. He just remains deep in sleep.

Gently, you begin to run your hand along his back.

His skin feels damp and oily. That could be another symptom of his sickness, or it could be normal. He is a God of the sea. He takes on some very fishy traits when wet. Fish tend to be a bit greasy.

Doesn’t matter though. You continue with what you’ve chosen to do.

Up and down. Up and down. You gently run your hand along his back, mindful not to shove him unintentionally with your movements.

You don’t know why this is what came to mind when you tried to think of a way to ease his suffering. But you’re glad that this is the path you chose.

His breathing eventually softens. He wheezes less. He takes deeper, easier breaths. And eventually you can hardly hear the unpleasant realities of his illness.

You succeed in comforting him.

Once his breathing is mostly silent, you let yourself settle down for sleep in turn.

You’ll discuss what needs to be discussed with him in the morning. Until then, you need to rest.

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Come morning, you wake well before Eclipse; and for obvious reasons.

You don’t wake because of the sun. Not even from the early morning chills.

What rouses you is an unpleasant wetness. The sand beneath your face is damp and sticky, as though you’ve drooled a literal puddle overnight.

When you open your eyes, you quickly realize that it's not drool.

Eclipse is bleeding.

Blood has trickled from his inflamed gills and saturated the sand around him. Plenty of that blood had managed to pool around your head as a result of your close proximity to his body.

You jolt upright as soon as your brain processes the horror of your situation.

Eclipse isn’t breathing. He’s silent and completely motionless. His torso is covered in blood.

Your first impulse is to violently shake him. Just to see if there’s any chance of him somehow being alive.

To your surprise, he is. You hear him suck in a heavy breath the instant that you jostle his body. Then he jerks dramatically. His eyes snap open and his attention snaps to you.

He meets your bewildered expression with one of his own.

For a few seconds, it's obvious that he has no idea how badly hurt he is. He probably thinks that the blood on your face has come from you.

Then the pain registers.

You watch him flinch slightly and you hear him wheeze, and you stare on in horror as fresh blood trickles from his swollen, inflamed gills.

Eclipse struggles to maintain his balance as he runs his trembling fingers down his side.

His blood is thick and sticky. Half coagulated and half fresh, it coats his fingers with a viscous film of sickness.

“... Won’t be long now…” He calmly mutters as he lifts his hand to study his bloodstained fingers.

He then flops back down upon the sand, seemingly going into shock now that his body has reached such a horrific state.

Where he seems calm and resigned to his fate, you cannot help but panic. You thought you’d have more time to discuss things with him before taking action; but his health seems to have plummeted overnight. Now you have to rush to fix things and hope for the best.

“What do I do?!” You worriedly ask as you move to crouch next to the dying Deity. You quickly roll him onto his back, hoping that that will somehow make it easier for him to breathe. You can hear him wheeze with every breath. He’s obviously struggling.

“Eclipse! What do I do?! How do I make a pact?!” You ask, reaching up to grasp his shoulders so that you can shake him.

He seems to be drifting already. His eyes are unfocused and he doesn’t seem to be fully aware of what is happening. Which only prompts you to shake him with more intensity in hopes of catching his attention.

Thankfully, it works.

“You need-” Eclipse starts to speak, though he clearly struggles to do so “to make an offering.” He manages to utter. A long pause breaks his sentence as he attempts to catch his breath, making it all the more clear that he is dangerously close to passing on.

“Give me something-” He rasps “something only you can give. Personal to you, as a show of loyalty.” He specifies, doing his best to make it clear what is expected of you.

But his words only make your stomach twist in knots. Because you have nothing; absolutely nothing that you could possibly give to him.

Your home is gone. You have no land; no personal belongings that you might be able to give to him. These things have long since been taken from you by the horrible men that stole you in the night to make you into a slave.

Your only physical possessions are the clothes on your back. And these clothes are so worn that they hardly qualify as clothing, yet alone something as important as an offering to a God.

Your only real possession is yourself. That is the only thing that the slavers failed to strip from your possession; and the sheer act of making an oath to a God would strip you of that. That was why you had been so stubborn about maintaining your freedom in the first place.

“... I… I have nothing…” You murmur, feeling tears well in your eyes as reality sets in.

You have nothing that you can give to Eclipse. So he is surely going to die. Probably within the hour. And you are going to die right along with him.

In your anguished state, you fail to see him move. So the unexpected feel of his hand pressing against your face startles you greatly.

You flinch and whimper in response to the unanticipated physical contact, and you stare down at him as you feel those first few tears roll down your cheeks.

“You’re wrong…” Eclipse rasps, his voice gurgling out of him in a sickening fashion. He genuinely sounds as though he’s drowning in his own blood.

More tears roll down your face as you reflexively curl into a ball at his side. You lay your bloodstained cheek on his chest, feeling a sob force its way out of you as the fear and the anguish gets the better of you.

“I-I don’t-” You struggle to speak through your distraught cry “I don’t understand! What could I possibly give you?!” You wail.

For a moment, all that you hear is the sickening gurgle emanating from the Deity’s chest; and the distant call of the waves rolling across the beach.

“Your heart.” He rasps.

Your heart seems to stop the instant the words leave his lips.

What a morbid thing for him to say on the cusp of death. You know that he can take your heart from you without it actually being fatal; plenty of other Deities are known to do the same with their followers to assure loyalty.

It is a means of assuring control over their servants. Anyone who acts out can swiftly and easily be dealt with by destroying the heart that has been taken from them.

You shouldn’t be surprised that Eclipse is just another God willing to do such a horrible thing. After all; he is a fallen God who has largely lost his power. Making sure that he cannot be betrayed by his followers would be the smart course of action.

It just… Hurts. It hurts that he would request such a thing of you, after all that you’ve been through.

The fact that he would even make such a request feels predatory. Even as he lays dying in front of you, he knows that you’re desperate to survive. He’s honed in on that desperation, and has opted to take something from you that would guarantee your subjugation.

Ultimately, though, you have no choice. You will die without him. And your death will not be fast.

Miserable as you will be, you want to live. You thought that you would be alright dying so long as you died free, but… You are not. And in a way, it kills you to acknowledge this.

“... Okay.” You pathetically murmur, pushing yourself off of Eclipse with trembling hands.

“I-I’ll do it. I’ll pledge my heart to you…” You state.

The Deity responds in turn with a thick cough. You can hear the blood and mucous being dislodged from his throat. It is a horrible, horrible sound.

“Make the pledge.” Eclipse wheezes after choking down the wad of gunk that he had managed to expel from his lungs.

“I-” You attempt to speak, only for your voice to be abruptly cut off by an unexpected hiccup.

It hurts.

You don’t want to do this. But you have no choice.

Your weeping only increases in intensity as Eclipse proceeds to hold your face… Or at least he tries. His hands are shaky and unsteady; proof of his own fleeting strength. But he’s trying his best to ground you so that you can do what must be done.

You hear him rasp your name in a pained voice. He means to walk you through the pledge.

“I - pledge my heart to thee” He groans, choking back another disgusting cough as he feels the last of his strength quickly fading from his body “to keep and to hold. For as long as it may please you, as my first act of loyalty.” He pauses, giving you the opportunity to repeat the pledge as he has said it.

You clench your eyes shut, fighting back the tears as you prepare to give away your freedom.

“I - pledge my heart to thee… To keep and to hold. For as long as it may please you, as my first act of loyalty.” You repeat, your voice escaping you as little more than a broken whimper.

You feel the Deity’s trembling hands hold onto your face tighter as he struggles to find the strength to say what comes next.

“I do this of my own volition and accept the consequences this may bring.” He continues, pulling his shaky hands from your face so that he can dig his nails into the palm of one of his many hands.

“With this oath, signed in blood, I beseech thee. Take my heart as my pledge of loyalty, and bestow upon me your Divine gifts, which I may call upon whenever the need might arise.” He rasps, holding out his bleeding hand for you to accept.

You take a moment to steel yourself, well aware of what comes next. Then you offer the God your hand.

“I do this of my own volition and accept the consequences this may bring.” You repeat Eclipse’s words, your voice escaping you as a soft whimper as you feel his claws dig into your flesh. His claws cut just deep enough to draw the blood that you will use to sign your oath.

“With this oath, signed in blood, I beseech thee. Take my heart as my pledge of loyalty, and bestow upon me your Divine gifts, which I may call upon whenever the need might arise.” You continue, tightly wrapping your hand around Eclipse’s so that you can seal your fate.

You feel an intense burning sensation as the Deity’s blood mixes with yours. A bright, nearly blinding light shines from the space between your palms; further establishing what you have just done.

When Eclipse releases your hand, neither of you are bleeding. Your wound has been sealed closed by the searing heat that had been created by the mixing of your blood. In place of the injury, a holy scar now remains. This is the proof of your divine pact.

“The deed is done.” Eclipse then groans, before he rolls over onto his side.

You watch as he proceeds to cough up globs of blood and mucous. Honestly, it feels like what you’ve just done has amounted to nothing. Because it looks as though he hasn’t gotten better at all.

But once he’s hacked up what looks like half his body weight in rotten bodily fluids, his breathing settles.

The wheeze is gone and he sounds normal again. Which is probably as good a sign as any that your efforts were not in vain.

Awkwardly, you sit and wait for him to recover. Surely he’ll be ripping your heart out of your chest once he’s got his strength back.

But Eclipse makes no move to do so. He simply shoves sand over his pile of expelled bodily fluids to bury it. Then he rolls over onto his other side and curls up to make himself more comfortable.

A reluctant sigh of relief escapes you as you let yourself slump against the counter.

It will be a while yet before Eclipse is strong enough to do what he means to do. He needs time to recover from what he’s been through.

In the meantime, you can enjoy your remaining moments as a complete person with a beating heart.

At least now, you know that your survival is assured. What a shame it is that you’ve had to give up so much in order to assure it…

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Eclipse appears to be making a steady recovery.

Over the course of these last couple of weeks, his strength had returned; and heightened. No longer did he need to roam the ocean floor in search of sunken debris. He now had the fortitude to fell trees and crush rocks using nothing but his hands.

He could craft rope from bark and leaves. With a hint of magic, he could convert wooden logs into fresh planks.

The surrounding waves bent to his will.

With something as simple as a whistle, he could call forth strange aquatic creatures to perform menial tasks for him.

Only after witnessing his return to power did you come to understand just how weak he had been previously. Not just while he was sick, but before then. Back when you were struggling to survive while he watched on and maintained himself.

He really had lacked the strength to do more than tend to his own needs. He may very well have been as trapped on this island as you were.

But not anymore.

A ship is underway. Eclipse has called forth a legion of weird little fish people to man the vessel when the time comes. They’re largely in charge of building the actual ship in the meantime.

You have an ax now. And a hammer. The Deity encourages you to chop trees and smash rocks whenever he ventures into the water to search for things that cannot be found on the island.

You think that he’s having you do it so you’ll get stronger. Likely so that you won’t suffer as much when he finally gets around to ripping out your heart.

He still hasn’t done it yet… And the waiting is maddening. Knowing that at any moment he might decide that the time has come and then you’ll be less of a person than you’ve ever been. Reduced to the status of an absolute servant to a Deity that has been forced off of their throne.

You consented to this. This was your choice, at the end of the day. But that didn’t mean that you were happy about it.

Nor were you happy with the waiting. The anxiety inducing, uncomfortable, waiting.

You would rather it just be over and done with. That’s why you’re waiting for Eclipse now.

As soon as he emerges from the water, you’ll bring the issue up to him. Maybe there’s a reason that he’s been waiting. Maybe he needs to get stronger first so he won’t accidentally kill you. Or maybe you’re the one who needs to get stronger. You don’t know. You can only anxiously ponder the many possible explanations as you stare out into the water…

Eventually, Eclipse emerges. His head breaches the surface of the sea and the remainder of his body follows after as he calmly makes his way ashore.

He brings with him the bounty of the sea. Fish, crustaceans, and underwater plants; all held secure by a net that he managed to craft from bark rope.

You’ll both eat well tonight. So at least you have that thought to comfort you as you prepare to ask the dreaded question.

You watch as he passes the bundle of food off to his fishmen to be prepared for supper.

He’s really putting these strange creatures to work; they obey immediately and without question.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest; possibly for the last time; as you lock eyes with Eclipse.

His expressions have softened these past couple of weeks. No longer is his gaze cold and stoic.

You still struggle to read him; but at least now you can get a general idea of his mood. Anger shows on his face better. He’s even smiled and laughed off and on, generally when making a joke. It's amazing how much he’s changed in such a short amount of time.

Which makes knowing what he’s going to eventually do to you so much harder to stomach…

“... Eclipse?” You meekly call the Deity’s name before he can walk away from you.

The Deity responds in turn by pausing and turning back to you. He offers a curious hum and a raise of the eyebrow as he does, letting you know that you have his attention.

The problem is you aren’t really sure how to bring up the issue. How do you ask a God why they haven’t ripped your beating heart out of your chest? How do you work up the nerve to ask such a thing?

“I-I” You murmur, feeling your voice break from the hesitation “about my heart…”

Why was this so difficult? It's just a question… A very uncomfortable question, but still. There’s no reason that you should be struggling this much to bring the matter up with the Deity.

You feel your stomach twist in knots as Eclipse lets out a sigh. He turns to properly face you as he crosses his arms. One set in front, the other behind his back.

“I thought to wait until you were ready.” He calmly states, letting you know why it is that he hasn’t yet taken the actions needed to strip you of your heart.

His words only make your stomach twist more.

He understood what he would be taking from you. He understood the implications that came with stripping you of your freedom. Specifically, how it would affect you emotionally.

He was trying to be kind… But that kindness was only hurting you more.

You take a shaky breath as you prepare to give him your response.

“I’d-” You feel your voice crack as you begin to speak “I’d rather it just be over with.” You reply.

Painful as these words are, they are the truth. You’d rather the ordeal be over and done with so that you could move on to the next phase in your life.

You listen as the Deity lets out another sigh.

“Very well then.” Eclipse mutters. He turns his back to you and raises one of his hands to motion for you to follow.

“Come.” He commands as he begins to walk away.

You follow after him without argument or question.

This is for the best. You’re better off not having this hanging over your head until who knows when.

Eclipse leads you towards the center of the island. A spot so far from the beach that you can no longer hear the waves.

A shallow pool of water sits in the center of the island. It's so shallow in fact that the water wouldn’t even reach your ankles if you were to step into it. The water might not even come up high enough to cover the top of your feet.

The water itself is also a beautiful color. Sky blue. It's perfectly still. There’s no sign of any animals in it, though plenty of plants are growing around the edges of the little pond.

“We’ll do it here.” The Deity states. You offer a submissive nod in turn.

It will be a beautiful place to die.

You might not be dying in the traditional sense, but you can confidently say that you won’t consider yourself living by the time your heart is gone.

You stand silently and wait for Eclipse to do what needs to be done.

He turns to face you. For the first time since you’ve encountered him, he actually looks nervous.

You watch as he proceeds to step backwards into the shallow water.

You were right. The water doesn’t even cover his feet. It's so shallow that fish probably couldn’t even survive in it.

“Come here.” Eclipse commands, offering a hand to you as he speaks.

You extend your hand in turn to accept his. The same hand that was used to sign your pact only a short while ago.

He easily pulls you towards him. One quick yank, and suddenly you’re in his arms.

You aren’t sure why he does it, but he wraps his arms around you. He hugs you, and he gently shushes you.

He really shouldn’t bother. The kindness that he portrays now only makes this more painful.

The hug changes as his hands begin to move. You feel one pair move lower down while the other trails up to take hold of your head.

You honestly have no idea how this works. The stories have never actually detailed how a God goes about the process of stealing the hearts of their followers.

You certainly didn’t expect that the process would involve a kiss, or these intimate touches.

His lips meet yours as his hands slip under the bottom of your ragged shirt.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as soon as he kisses you.

This was… Unexpected, to say the least. But you don’t make a move to question him.

Whatever he’s doing, it must be part of the process. Strange as that process is.

His tongue invades your mouth as his hands push up your shirt. He exposes your skin to the chilled evening air in one slow, drawn out movement.

The kiss ends when the time comes to pull your shirt off completely.

Alright. This makes sense. Sort of. The process of removing your heart is probably messy. He doesn’t want to ruin your only set of clothes. The pool is probably freshwater, so it won’t sting as much when you wash the gaping wound he’ll leave in your chest.

Goosebumps form on your skin as his mouth moves to your neck. You feel him suckle on your throat as his hands proceed to make their way down your bare back. Down to the waist of your pants, where they sneak beneath the cloth to begin the process of pushing them down.

Oh, of course. If you wind up bleeding a lot, the blood would only get on your pants as well. Those need to be removed.

The kissing and the touching… Why in the world?... Oh! He must need to get your heartbeat up! Maybe it's easier to remove your heart if it's erratically pumping! Or maybe he needs it beating fast so that he can use it to keep you alive once he’s ripped it from your chest!

If you’re coming to the right conclusion, then he’s certainly doing a good job at getting your heart pumping.

You feel your knees tremble as he begins to push your pants down your legs.

His mouth moves down your body as he kneels so that he can finish stripping you. Eclipse licks, sucks, and even bites as he moves from your neck down to your abdomen. He leaves marks in the process.

It takes everything in your power to keep your voice in check.

You’ve never been touched this intimately before. You might not be a stranger to sexual contact; and this is blatantly sexual contact; but there’s a difference between that and what’s happening now.

There’s something tender about the way Eclipse is touching you.

Is he-

Is he trying to make you feel good, before he hurts you? Is he trying to make sure that he can dull the inevitable pain so that the experience hurts you less?

Honestly, you don’t know. None of what he’s doing makes sense with the context of the situation.

But that doesn’t mean that you want him to stop.

You find yourself putting your hands on his shoulders to brace himself as his tongue drags against your navel.

It feels good. His tongue feels good; his hands feel good. He’s just making you feel good.

Fuck. You had no idea how much you needed something like this. Nerve wracking as it is to know what will eventually come, that doesn’t mean that you can’t enjoy this while it lasts.

Eclipse lifts your legs one at a time to carefully work your pants off of you without getting them wet.

You don’t really care about your pants, though. Something else is getting wet, and you’re much more distracted by that.

You have to bite your lip to keep from whining as Eclipse’s mouth moves lower. He drags his tongue down along your lower abdomen.

Then his mouth moves even lower.

He has to press his hands against your buttocks to keep you from falling back as your knees begin to buckle.

His tongue is so warm!

Without meaning to, you put your hand on the back of his head. You press him closer on impulse as your back curls forward, resulting in you hunching over him.

This does nothing to discourage his antics. Eclipse takes your reflexive movements in stride and continues with his task.

His tongue drags between your lower lips, before sneaking into your eagerly awaiting body.

He doesn’t reach all that deep, but he doesn’t need to. His breath tickles your clitoris as his tongue works you open.

His hands squeeze your buttocks to further spread you out to make room for his mouth. He coaxes your legs open and presses his face fully between them.

You can’t -

You can’t stand it!

It's too much! Too much for you to endure!

Your legs completely buckle as you crumple forward.

Eclipse falls backwards to catch you before you can faceplant in the shallow water.

There’s a splash, then momentary confusion as you struggle to wrap your head around what suddenly happened.

Then you realize that you’re knelt over Eclipse’s face. Your ass is on his chest and his face is between your legs.

Your first impulse is to scramble off of him. But when your eyes lock with his, your legs turn to jelly.

Oh.

Oh, he doesn’t mind this at all.

You can’t see his mouth, but his eyes give away that devious smile.

The cheeky fucker is proud of himself for making you lose composure.

If he hadn’t started licking you again, you might have been able to find the energy to bicker with him.

What the fuck is he even doing?! Outside of the obvious. Like… How does this have anything to do with taking your heart???

Your back curls again as his tongue hones in on your clitoris, prompting you to press your hands into the shallow water to keep from falling face first into it.

God, this feels so good. You don’t know what the fuck he’s up too, but you know that you don’t want him to stop.

Eclipse encourages you to rock back and forth on his tongue. He wraps his hands around your legs and gently tugs you back. Then he lets go just as quickly, before he tugs you back again. Rinse and repeat.

You shamelessly ride his face out in the middle of the pool. The water splashes gently with every motion, creating pleasant sounds that mask the wet slapping noises created by his tongue against your sopping flesh.

Try as you might, you can’t stifle your voice. The closer that he brings you to orgasm, the louder you get against your will.

He keeps at it until you properly moan for him; and by that point, you finally reach your peak.

He sucks his tongue back into his mouth once he’s gotten you off.

You’re allowed a few moments to recover from the mind numbing pleasure while he watches you.

That was intense. Intense and confusing.

You genuinely have no idea why he’s doing this. All that you can do is try to think up possible excuses for his behavior, and they all point back to him trying to reduce the pain to come by masking it with pleasure.

Your shiver as you peer down at him.

He smirks up at you in turn.

“Ready for what comes next~?” Eclipse playfully asks.

Lord, he’s started to actively tease you now. Which makes it all the more embarrassing when he pushes himself out from under you so that you can straddle his waist properly.

The water sloshes around him as he moves. He glides through it with the ease of a fish. The rough stone buried just beneath the surface of the water doesn’t even seem to bother him as he drags his back along it.

You shudder as something presses against your backside.

Ultimately, you can’t help it. You can’t help but turn back to look and see what exactly Eclipse has between his legs. Especially now that you’ve confirmed that he’s actually got something.

After weeks of only ever seeing him smooth, you finally get to see just what sort of equipment this Deity has.

He’s like a shark. Two long, vaguely phallic appendages have emerged from some sort of slit between his legs. They don’t quite look like what a human male would sport; there’s no distinct head or glans or anything. You might be tempted to compare them more to the tentacles of an octopus, if they had been stripped of their suction cups.

Honestly, the color is what catches your attention most. They’re darker at the base, but more fiery at the tip. They honestly remind you of iron pokers that have been heated to the point of glowing.

They’re… A little intimidating, to say the least.

Wait, is that how he’s going to rip out your heart?! Does he somehow suck it out of you with those?!

No… No, that’s stupid.

Right?...

“Nervous?” Eclipse murmurs as he puts his hands on your hips to guide you back towards his equipment.

You swallow the lump in your throat on impulse.

“A little…” You admit, your voice leaving you as little more than a whisper as you glance down at him.

You’re trying not to focus on the fact that those things are about to be put inside you.

You’re trying not to focus on what comes after that.

At some point you’re going to lose your heart. Either in the midst of things or after.

Not knowing how it works honestly makes you more nervous.

“We’ll take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you.” Eclipse replies, guiding you further back as he does.

You jolt somewhat as you feel them touch you. Just the faintest nudge against your slick vulva.

But he stops there, which admittedly startles you.

“Help me get inside~” He hums.

Ah. He’s letting you set the pace.

Tentatively, you reach back to wrap your hand around one of his twin shafts.

It's really warm. Warm and slippery. You have no doubt that it will slide right in without much of a struggle once you’ve got it lined up.

You allow the heated length of flesh to glide along your hand as you attempt to position it.

Eclipse lets out the faintest of moans in response to the stimulation.

You can’t help but pause in response.

You don’t know why, but you want to play with him a little. Like he played with you.

It's only fair. He made sure to get you off once already.

You just want to return the favor.

“Getting-” Eclipse starts to speak, only for his voice to be cut off with a moan as you run your thumb over the tip of his phallus “getting bold, I see~” He chuckles.

You respond in turn by gently running your thumb over the tip of his shaft again. He seems to like it. You can feel his abdomen clench every time you do it. Like he wants to buck up into your hand but is able to restrain himself.

Some part of you wants to see if you can break his resolve; even if the other parts of you fear what might happen if you do.

There’s just something strangely satisfying about holding any level of power over a God. Having Eclipse moaning under his breath as you fondle him brings a peculiar boost of confidence.

The fact that he hasn’t tried to stop you admittedly helps. He could definitely put a stop to this if he didn’t like it, and you both knew that.

You work his shaft in long, fluid strokes. Up and down. Up and down. Every so often you pause to focus on the sensitive tip of his tentacle.

As you work the one in your hand, the other seems to move on its own in search of attention. You feel it brush against the back of your hand multiple times before it eventually wraps around your wrist.

The pleading contact prompts you to give Eclipse what he seems to be silently begging for.

When you next move your hand down to the base, near the opening of his slit, you open your hand to wrap your fingers around the neglected shaft.

From there, you keep one finger between the two phalluses as you continue to stroke him.

He gets quite vocal as a response, much to your delight.

You can feel him throbbing in your hand. He’s clenching his abdomen really hard to try and keep himself still; but his resolve breaks.

The instant that he crosses that final threshold to reach his orgasm, he gives in to his repressed urges. He arches his back and tenses his legs, forcing his lower half off of the watery bed of the shallow pool.

Whatever satisfaction you might have gotten from successfully breaking his composure is replaced with surprise as your body is easily hoisted up into the air by the power of his thrust.

Holy shit, he’s strong! He’s bouncing you around with his pelvis like you weigh nothing! God. If this is how he gets just from a handjob, what will he do when he actually fucks you?!

Terrifying as that idea is, it excites you.

Or maybe riding his stomach as he ruts into your hand is what’s turning you on. You’re literally being bounced on his abdomen as he bucks into your hand. Every time he comes back down, you come back down on top of him, and your bits wind up rubbing against his muscles.

By the time he settles back down, you’re left stunned.

Stunned and messy. He came all over your back. But that is the least of your worries right now.

Eclipse purrs as he smirks up at you.

There’s something dangerous about that expression. It’s as mischievous as it is lustful.

You shudder as his hands set out to restrain you. He takes hold of your hips and your knees, making sure that you’ll remain right where he wants you from here on out.

All it takes is a flick of the wrist on his part, and you’re positioned just enough for him to line up with your entrance.

Your hand seems to respond on its own accord.

You slide your hand back up his lengths as you guide him to his final destination.

He purrs again and you bite your lip as he nudges his way into you in preparation for total penetration.

What the fuck does any of this have to do with him taking your heart?

An embarrassingly loud noise escapes you as Eclipse guides you down onto his cock.

Er… Cocks?

He feels really fucking big. You don’t know if you feel as full as you do because it's been a while, or because he’s actually gone and double stuffed you.

All you need to do is reach back to feel for yourself as he gives you a few moments to adjust to these intense new sensations. You use your fingers to haphazardly feel out both of his tentacles where they emerge from his slit. Then you move your hand higher to map out what exactly he’s done with these monstrous one-eyed eels.

You can feel that they’re tightly wound around each other.

A stifled moan escapes you as reality sets in.

The kinky bastard really went and stuffed you with both of his tentacles. He tangled them around each other and thrust them into the same hole.

You’d probably be mad if it didn’t feel so unbearably good. So you’ll let it slide for now.

You lose control of your voice when Eclipse gets too impatient to continue holding still. That first proper thrust sends you reeling from the unexpected pleasure. You wind up falling forward. If not for your hands reflexively pressing against the first solid surface available to you, you would have wound up collapsing on top of him entirely.

The chill of the water against your hands is a stark contrast to the heat being emitted from your body.

You tremble. Not just because you’re cold, but because Eclipse shows you no mercy. He thrusts up into you quickly and roughly.

Your stomach bulges each time he invades your body; his twin shafts fill you near to bursting. Or at least that’s how it feels whenever he slips back inside.

He doesn’t even completely fit. A good few inches of him simply cannot be forced into your quivering vaginal cavern, and he thankfully respects that fact.

That doesn’t prevent him from ruining you, though.

What little strength you have quickly fades as he ravishes your body. With each thrust, you feel your arms getting weaker. It gets harder and harder to prevent yourself from completely falling on top of him; and his devious little smile makes it clear that he fully intends on making you collapse.

No amount of spite or mental fortitude on your part could prevent him from getting what he wants. Not in this situation.

Your orgasm breaks you with ease. The intense sexual euphoria hits you like the tide; rolling over your body and ravaging you without the slightest hint of mercy.

Your arms buckle and your upper half falls down entirely, making it easy for Eclipse to swiftly move a set of his arms up to wrap them around your body.

Your knees are released but he keeps hold of your hips. He continues to hold your hips until he’s done with you; which comes only when he’s made a complete mess of your insides.

In the meantime, he occupies himself through other means. Namely through capturing your lips in a demanding kiss as he continues to ride you through your orgasm.

The fact that you can experience consecutive orgasms is taken full advantage of. He refuses to hold still. Your body is thoroughly fucked and intentionally overstimulated for the sake of driving you to climax after climax. To the point that inevitably starts to feel closer to torture than it does to sex.

Thankfully, he finishes with you before his persistent rutting can actually start to hurt you.

You know that he’s close when you start to feel him throbbing inside of you. Given that both are wrapped up nice and snug in your slippery flesh, you can really feel how intensely his phalluses twitch as he’s brought right to the brink of euphoria.

Thanks to his higher body temperature, you also feel it when he properly pushes past the final stretch.

You whine into his lips as he floods your insides with his Divine seed.

So much is pumped into you that you feel the excess immediately spill out. His pelvis is given a thorough splatter of his own ejaculate, not that he seems to care. He just continues to slowly rock into you while your body milks him dry.

He gives you every drop.

You struggle to breathe as his tongue coils around yours; not that you care.

Your head is in a fog.

Nothing matters but the pleasure.

All that you can focus on is him.

His lips.

His tongue.

His hands.

His cocks.

His body, and all of the delight that this physical contact brings you.

You gasp for breath when he finally breaks the kiss; but by then, your vision has already gotten spotty.

Too intense.

This was too intense.

You’re exhausted.

Unable to really fight to stay awake, the darkness rapidly creeps over you. You succumb to the call of slumber without resisting; your final memories of the event being the image of his eyes affectionately gazing down at you.

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You’re really sore when you wake up. Particularly around your lower half. Specifically around your abdominal and pelvic region.

Eclipse really did a number on you by stuffing you so full of himself.

Based upon the sticky feeling between your legs, he hasn’t bothered to really clean you up. Not that you can be bothered to complain.

You’re more bewildered.

Not just by what happened, but by what didn’t happen.

The familiar thumping in your chest makes it clear that the Deity still hasn’t taken your heart from you, even though you told him that you’d rather it be over and done with.

A faint groan escapes you as you attempt to push yourself up off of the sandy ground. Your groan quickly turns into a startled squeak as you feel a set of strong arms pull you backwards until you’re pressed flush against someone’s body.

Well, Eclipse’s body. There’s not exactly anyone else around that it could possibly be.

“Sleep well~?” Eclipse asks. He sounds rather groggy; as though he’s been sound asleep up until he felt you try to pull away from him.

For a moment, you contemplate rolling over to confront him. But you honestly don’t have the energy to be bothered.

The bastard damn near fucked the life out of you.

All that you can do is sigh and reluctantly settle into the warmth of his embrace.

“... You forgot to take it…” You murmur, lazily scolding him for failing to fulfill his obligations.

The Deity responds in turn by pressing his face into the back of your neck as he quietly laughs.

“No I didn’t.” He replies.

Confusing, cryptic bastard.

“Yes you did!...” You snap back, admittedly a bit annoyed with him. He should know better than to mess with you right now. It was a real asshole move to fuck you like an animal only to turn around and make light of the distressing situation that you’re in.

You feel him nuzzle the back of your neck.

“No, I did not.” He repeats. His voice sounds a wee bit stern this time.

You groan.

“I can still feel my heartbeat!” You snap back at him.

He hasn’t taken your heart! You can still feel it! Nothing has changed about your body. All that he’s done is saturate your womb with his seed.

You may very well be pregnant but that’s a whole other can of worms that you have no intention of dealing with at the moment.

The God sighs as he shifts so that he can sit up and kneel over you.

He rolls you onto your back to hold you down by your wrists as he does.

“You’re a foolish woman, you know that?” Eclipse mutters. He almost seems to be pouting. Which just confuses and irritates you further.

You open your mouth to snap at him again, but he silences you by pressing a finger against your lips.

“I asked for your heart, and I have begun the process of taking it.” He sternly states, slowly tracing his finger around your lips as he stares down into your eyes.

“But at no point did I say that you would lose your heart. You came to that conclusion on your own without asking me.” He adds, before he leans down to give you a short kiss.

Just a quick peck on the lips. Then he flops back down into the sand next to you so that he can tug you back against his chest.

You’re left staring out into space as you attempt to process what he’s said. But you ultimately fail at doing so.

“You… What???” You ask, struggling to wrap your mind around what he could mean.

How could he take your heart without taking it from you??? He wasn’t making sense.

Eclipse just chuckles as he presses his face back into the back of your neck.

“You’re a smart girl. Think on it overnight.” He murmurs, yawning against your skin.

“If you haven’t figured it out by morning, I’ll spell it out for you. Nice and slow~ Using whatever I have at my disposal.” He chuckles, obviously teasing you.

“What-” You attempt to protest by asking him what he means, but he quickly silences you with a shush.

“In the morning.” He huffs, giving you a tight squeeze; one that actually forces the air out of your lungs. He relaxes his arms just as quickly.

“We’ll discuss it in the morning. Go back to sleep.” He mutters, making it clear that he has no intention of talking about the matter further. Mostly because it's already dark and he wants to sleep.

“... I’m not tired.” You mutter in response, reluctantly dropping the previous topic while continuing to argue with him in your own way.

You feel him tiredly laugh in response. He doesn’t really make a sound as he does so.

“Just close your eyes. Sleep will come.” He whispers, already on the brink of falling asleep himself.

You huff as you comply. Though you only do so because you have no alternate course of action.

You expect this topic to linger in your thoughts all night as you struggle to drift off.

But it doesn’t. You actually fall asleep rather quickly. Not that you’ll admit it come morning when the time comes to discuss whatever cryptic meaning lies hidden in his words.

#Pirate Eclipse #Sea God Eclipse #reader insert #commission #not osha approve #slavery mention #starvation #choking (not kinky)#blood mention (not kinky)#pirate #slow burn #long post

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