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This is an author self-insert, AU-style, alternate canon fan fiction. For fun!
SETTING: Hades [video game by Supergiant]
I love getting comments & feedback! Tell me what parts spoke to you, moved you, tantalized you, made you cum. I wanna hear it all! Constructive criticism too!
Final disclaimer, I haven't played the sequel yet so assume all my knowledge is based on a deep and affirmative enjoyment of the first.
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A half-empty bottle of Nectar clatters then sways to a stop atop the smooth stone floor. Dripping golden sweetness glints as it oozes from the bottle's open mouth. Three soft cushions swiftly follow as they're knocked, soaked with sweat, from the bed; off-center of the brightly lit courtyard.
The day - or night - air swells hot as the deep stillness of the Night Mother herself is rent once more, not with battle, but with the needy mewling of one of her daughters.
Tisiphone the Fury's incredible strength is unmatched by most in the Underworld; the Titan Blood in her veins made sure of it, whatever her feelings about the Titans themselves.
Despite her unchallenged strength, however, tonight the Fury finds herself freely dripping sweat - and stickier things - onto her bed clothes, grunting aloud as she tries to maintain her steadying grip through the fog of passionate sex. The air is filled with her half-muffled cries as she bites her pillow; with her partner's gruff and passionate moaning; with the wetted impacts of their writhing bodies; and with the intoxicating, commingled scent of their unbridled lust for one another.
Forty-two minutes and twenty three seconds after the initiation of their sweet and dirty foreplay, Tisiphone's torso now knocks backward against his every grasping thrust. Even still, the side of her face taps rhythmically forward into the dampening satin sheets as the pillow slips loose from her mouth. She at last attempts to lift herself, to turn her head and take in the sight of her partner lovingly taking her sweet little Nectar-soaked asshole.
She had not expected this, that this man she desired so would accept her. Her frequent learning sessions with friend Zagreus had been working, but only well enough to convey meaning; not, she feared, enough to be persuasive to the object of her desire - this thick, strong, kind man she had met from a land far, far away. She did not know how he came to be here, nor why he was seemingly permitted free rein in Lord Hades' domain; she didn't even know all the words to say to communicate how she felt. But with some encouragement from Zagreus, words of wisdom from her sister Megaera, and even a word from Alecto surprisingly lacking in cruelty, she asked him... low... slow... sounding out every word...
Some months later, Tisiphone finds herself bouncing her ass upward as the man she loves and who adores her plunges his thick cock deep inside her asshole. Nectar - now nothing more to them than a favorite lubricant - squelches out of her tight ass as her cries peal with delight, and Tisiphone the Fury begins vigorously rubbing her own pussy.
The muscular cock riding the rail of her lower intestine now gently and firmly pushes her butt downward again and again with his comforting girth: the delicious weight of this strong, fat man she adores. He grins as he sees her attempt to look backward and meet his gaze, then grips her hips and lifts her lower back in both hands, fucking her ass downward to perform a rhythmically thudding flick against her pelvic wall through the flesh on the inside of her ass.
The angle and force of his thick member inside her begins to force his potent cum to gush from where it sat yummily in her pussy; it finds pleasant company in the Nectar now running rivulets down the beautiful gray skin of her inner thighs, to pool between her weakened knees. Thick, viscous strands of cum sway and elongate from her aching, swollen lips; it slips past her fingers as she fucks herself, painting a line of proof through the puddle beneath her as the Nectar from her ass oozes like honey down its length, mixing with their cum and sweat on the staining, sticky sheets.
Up to this point, Tisiphone had been doing her best to continue meeting her love's gaze as he unfailingly filled and stretched open her tight little asshole just how she'd asked him to. Instead, it's all she can do to bury her face in the sheets and hold on tight, as he continues to open her rump wide. She hardly cares as her own drool, pleasured from her, smears messily across her face; another wave of pleasure pulses through her as the Nectar does its warming work. Her body tenses, going rigid even as it shakes. Working together, she and her lover send her way over the edge and she opens her mouth wide in a silent scream, eyes rolling back in her head.
Roughly forty seconds later - as she takes her first breath since beginning to cum - her beloved seizes her topknot by its handle and squeezes the magnificent rising plume tight. He pulls, gently and firmly; lifting her messy, sticky face up from the bed; forcing her onto her hands and knees, and deeper onto his cock as she gasps.
He carefully wraps and splays the fingers of his other hand around the side of her face. Hooking three of his fingers in her mouth, he stretches it wide - the pinky gripping her slick and sweated jaw, and his thumb pressing roughly against the cartilage at the center of the cute, missing nose he loved of her so much.
He leans in, placing his mouth gently beside her ear.
"I love you."
The whisper sends a shiver of pleasure down Tisiphone's spine that she knows starts from the root of that place she holds in her roughened hands whenever they lie together: just gazing into each other's eyes, counting all the gems in the cavernous heights of Hades.
