Against the Gods

Daphne screamed as Vincent thrust into her with such vigor and force, he was slamming her into the wall. Hot water rained on them as their slick bodies slide against each other. Her legs wrapped around him tighter, making sure she did not fall as her nails dug into his tan muscular back. Gods, he was so big. This boy really was a good fuck. His hips pumped in hers as he held her legs around his waist and his mouth latched onto her neck. His teeth grazed her flesh but she did not mind. It enhanced the pleasure. She was not a sadist like Hades but she did not mind a little pain. Vincent pushed her against the wall, groaning and taking a moment to watch as he disappeared and reappeared from deep in her pussy.

“Oh, fuck. You are so tight. I am going to cum.” He did not want to cum into her unless he had a condom. And she did not like those damn rubber things. Daphne enjoyed the feel of flesh in flesh. The last time she ended up blowing him and getting a nice little midnight snack. Not this time. He was going to cum in her.

“Then do it, baby,” she cooed, licking his outer ear. Her pussy tightened around him and she felt that familiar feeling bubbling inside her. “I…I told you…pill.”

“I….I…know,” he panted, pumping frantically into her as she screamed. She did not give him much of a choice as her orgasm hit her and squeezed his cock. With a heavy grunt, he shot his seed deep within her. Daphne smiled in triumph as he filled her with waves of cum. She could not get pregnant even if she had been on the pill. It was the perk of being a ‘mythical’ creature. Once he finished filling her, Daphne unwrapped her legs and stood in the shower. Her wet hair curled around her flushed face as she reached down and felt cum dripping from her pussy. It felt extremely wonderful to be filled. Vincent was panting heavily and his manhood was limp between his legs. He watched as she placed her cum-coated finger into her mouth before pulling his head down and kissing him.

“Good boy.” She licked a drop of water of his nose before planting several kisses along his neck and torso. Daphne moved toward her knees in front of him and took his limp cock into her mouth. He moaned with approval as her tongue swirled around the head. His hands found the back of her head and pushed it into his loins. His cock slowly began to revive as it hardened in her mouth. Again Vincent warned her of his upcoming orgasm and she eagerly took him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down to speed him up. With a final grunt, he shot his hot cum down her throat and Daphne eagerly swallowed. Gods, she loved fucking. Why didn’t Persephone want to experience this enjoyment?

After giving him a kiss, Daphne said good-bye to Vincent and thanked him for a wonderful night…and morning. She sighed contently after shutting the door and retreated back into her messy room to get dressed. It was a nice, cool morning. Perfect time to open the windows and get some air into this apartment, she decided. It was not until she passed Persephone’s closed door that she realized that she never heard Persephone come it. Well, she was to busy entertaining in her room that she would not know if Zeus himself entered. Daphne rapped her knuckles against the wooden door.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” she called, frivolously. No answer came.

“Come on, little goddess,” she purred but no one answered. She must be out of it, Daphne concluded. She was not at all surprised. Persephone slept through a huge earthquake once that destroyed half a city. So Daphne did not suspect her to open up with a little rapping. Plus it was still early in the morning. From what Daphne saw, Persephone had hit it off very well with Samuel. It was good for her to have some interactions with the opposite sex. Daphne swore Persephone could be such a prude. Yet she was raised by both Demeter and Artemis, both known for not being the most sexually active gods. Hell, Artemis was still a virgin. They sure were missing out. Forgetting about walking Persephone, Daphne went about opening windows and cleaning up her messy room.

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“Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.” Hades cursed as he paced around his living room. The scene still played in his head. He could still see her approach him, the feel of her hands around his and the scent of her perfume surrounding him. Hades could still feel her green eyes boring into his; fixed with anxiousness, determination and such tenderness. He couldn’t breath. He was drowning just to hear her voice and feel her so close to him, speaking to him with such softness. All he wanted to do at that moment was take her into his arms and kiss her petite pink lips. And that had been a dangerous mistake!

Hades chuckled to himself bitterly to hear himself think. It struck him as funny how he had wanted that damn slut Michelle, yet she went off with Vincent. That left him with Arista. She was pretty for a mortal. Her tawny hair was natural and glossy which cascaded a little passed her shoulders, a perfect length. Those green eyes had defiance in them but also held a lot of tenderness. He did not expect himself to be attracted to her when he first saw her, hidden underneath her oversized, baggy jacket. She hid her body from the world and he half expected it to be because of some deformity or hideousness. However, he discovered from Michelle, the darling girl was simply modest. She did not like to flaunt her body like Michelle did. He was slightly entertained by the girl when he talked to her the first time but his goal was Michelle. Yet the unthinkable happened when he was talking to Arista and fantasizing about Michelle.

He fell in love with this girl. Hades planned to simply fuck her cousin and leave but as he spent more time with Arista, he fell in love. The urges of simple lust for Michelle were being replaced by the need to be with Arista. He envisioned walking up next to her every morning, her lovely face always with him. It was her he would give his heart to and his soul. It wasn’t until she departed that first meeting when he realized he had been struck by Cupid’s arrow. The damn son of a bitch must be having a good laugh at his expense. He was obsessed with Arista, with this beautiful human girl. He wanted her, he needed her and he hated not being in control.

Usually, he would chose a girl and make her want him. He would torture her, control her and tear her down so she was nothing more than a quivering wreck. The he would make her want him. The woman would want him, both psychically and mentally enough that they would go into withdraws being away from him. He would he like a drug to them and the only cure was his cruel affection. And when they finally reached their breaking point, when they gave everything to him: heart, mind, body and soul, he would fuck them. Ultimately, however, he was rough and the fuck of the woman’s life literally would be their last. Their mortal bodies broke easily especially when it was with a god in the purest form. Yes, he did realize he was sadistic but did not he care one bit for these mortals. He rarely fucked, he was usually too busy, and when he did, he wanted it to be worth his while.

Yet, this was different. He was passionately and absolutely in love with Arista. He did not just crave her body but her mind and her heart and her soul. He felt the pain of need just be with her. She was now his drug and it drove him mad. Yet he was determined not to let her know she had that power. Never would he give it to her, that satisfaction. Submission and control were no long a simple turn-on but a necessity. If she knew the power she had over him, he would give her anything she asked and she would win. He had already shown his weakness but next time he would not show mercy. No matter how much that hurt him and no matter how much it hurt her. In the end, it did not matter as long as she begged him for his affection as he wanted to beg for hers.

Hades realized that he was trembling terribly from both excitement and determination. His body was complete drenched in sweat He stopped pacing, realizing how much this was affecting him. If he did not stop, he would destroy this body and ultimately destroy Arista. I need a cold shower. Removing his clothes, Hades ran himself an icy shower. The cool water felt good on his molten skin. He looked over lovingly at the closed door of the second bedroom. It would be a while before she regained consciousness again. Arista had startled him so much, that he reacted without thinking. Yet when she woke up, the game would official begin.