Thanatos
The God of death, the God everyone loathes, and yet the one everyone longs for at the end, the God they cling too, seek comfort in, the God all the others forget about and yet... Olympus itself would fall without him.
He's lonely... under...
"I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad" - Oscar Wilde
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• Macaria •
I felt too overwhelmed. Drowning in the emotions overtaking me as I was pressed against the blossom tree Wrapped up in my one true love's arms as he kissed me with every promise and every feeling he had to offer.
I wanted... I needed more I needed him I grasped his face in my hands, moaning against him lightly and using all my strength to materialise us both to his chambers.
I did not want to be out in the public grounds. I wanted to be with him. Just us He looked a bit distorted but never let up the kissing His grip actually tightened as he pushed me against the edge of his bed.
"Thanatos" I moaned, feeling his lips trail down my neck rapidly. It was all too much But in such a heavenly way all I could was moan and comply.
• Thanatos •
I had never felt so alive in my entire existence I had never felt... this There was never a time I did not feel the undeniable love I had for this precious princess before me.
But right now... there was also... lust The need to kiss her and touch every part of her delicate body. "Thanatos" she moaned, lying beneath me as I pushed her down onto the bed.
I could not get enough of her, I wanted my lips to trace every inch of her pale skin To leave those invisible marks that she would feel every second for the rest of her life I wanted the ghost of my lips to be engraved in her.
I wanted to consume every part of her. And the way she moaned, the way her plump pretty lips spilled my name drove me over the edge She arched her body up against mine, my hands sliding up her back, I could feel her corset against my fingertips.
Just itching to pull the strings and reveal the holy heaven of her body. I nuzzled my head against her neck, sucking and kissing everything I could. I had never touched any woman.
No one even compared to her. But this feeling was euphoric. She was euphoric "Than" she breathed out, her chest heaving and dainty little hands sliding up my back, under my shirt and grazing my skin as she pulled the fabric.
I pulled away very briefly, letting her pull it from my body before I swooped back down to claim her lips again I never wanted anything but this. This was all I ever needed in life.
I needed her. Us. I wanted to come home to her I wanted to call her mine and make her happy I wanted to be the reason she laughed and smiled and loved.
I dreamed of marrying her. Having children together A fantasy I knew was far beyond my reach It would be a long battle to even be worth of courting her And I knew the fates had never destined me a family.
