All characters are over 18.
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Even drugged it still hurt in the beginning. She lay nude on her stomach over the wine colored bed sheets, sore and uncomfortable from the enema Zeus had made her do. His fingers massaged her butt, occasionally slipping between her cheeks. She focused on breathing, relaxing, thinking of anything but the hands on her skin. It wasn't working out very well. Shocker.
"Do you want me to sing to you?" he murmured, lightly squeezing her ass. "Would that help?"
Valerie hid her face in the pillow but she nodded. Gods, but the god's voice was pure honey and the song a wistful lullaby. It was an awful, perfect combination and as he sang to her, she opened up for his fingers, moaning softly as he eased more of his fingers inside her, first one, two and then four, using liberal amounts of lube, massaging her muscles with his other hand while he crooned. She listened, soothed by his voice, and made an occasional whimper when he reached further along her slit to massage her clitoris.
The song was relatively short, however, there seemed to be many different covers for it and he sang them one after the other until she realized it wasn't his fingers inside her but his penis, fully sheathed. She shuddered, clenching around him, rolled her hips, and moaned when he reached around and rubbed her clit, his singing shifting into heavy breathing and low rumbles.
"Good girl," he purred in her ear, chest pressed into her back, on his elbow and knees, body covering hers from behind. He stayed like that, teasing her clit with one hand, balancing himself with his other forearm pressed into the mattress.
She keened, arching her back, allowing herself to get lost in the sensations he granted her, grinding back into him, trying to get him to move. He had used plenty of oil, had patiently opened her up, and now the bastard was stock-still. Valerie keened again and rolled her hips, pinned between the mattress and Zeus's torso. "Zeusβ please!"