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Deity of The Underworld Pt. 3

(Trigger warning - unwanted, sexual male attention, I will warn you before you read it :)

Your eyes widened as Aphrodite stormed in, her long, slender fingers grabbing you, and Corpse’s warmth disappeared from you. You gasped as you appeared in a new location and was harshly thrusted onto the floor. The goddess of love and beauty pressed a heel to your back, her face twisted with rage.

“Ptoma is mine, you hear me? Mine! I will have him, and since you don’t seem to understand that, I will teach you a lesson.” She spat, leaving you on the floor as she walked to the doors of the room you were in. Leaving you alone.

You let out a breath and got onto your feet; you examined your surroundings; the room was large, with a red rug covering the limestone floor, The end of the room had a large bed, definitely for one of the gods, It had a dark red bead spread, with white translucent curtains around it. The wall left of the bed was entirely missing, in its place, intricately carved pillars. You gazed out, looking at the clouds below you, and the grassy field that the building sat on.

You were on Olympus.

(Trigger warning vv)

You moved towards the pillars, but before you could step onto the grass, the door opened once more, and Ares, the god of war, stepped into the room, he was a huge, hulking man, larger than Corpse, Ptoma, had seemed when you were a mortal. Ares was larger than any man you had ever seen.

He looked at you, and a grin immediately stretched across his face. “Whats this? Another one? Aphrodite spoils me.” He said, walking over to you, placing his hands on your hips. You panicked, pulling away from the god, and he only laughed.

“You can’t get away from me, you’re mine now.” He said, grabbing you again. This time, he grabbed ahold of your behind, holding you firm against himself so you couldn’t get away. His free hand wiggled its way into your robes, feeling up your back.

Ares threw you onto the bed, pinning you into place with his hulking form, his hand planted next to your head, and the other one feeling up your inner thigh.

You held in your urge to cry, your urge to resist, knowing that if you did, things wouldn’t get any better. Wishing your love would save you, you held your hands to your chest, cupping one over a fist. Your mind rushed a prayer to Corpse as Ares’ lips brushed down your neck.

(It’s over, Ares got handy, and Corpse is here now)

As if you were heard, the doors slammed open, and the smell of death filled the room, but to you, the smell wasn’t bad; it was the smell of wet fall leaves, but you could tell that it wasn’t a pleasant smell by Ares’ disgusted look.

Corpse stepped into the room. This time his staff was a double ended Scythe, the same blade that was gifted to him by Thanatos.

“Ares, let them go.” He said, his voice was even, emotionless, but you could feel the rage oozing off of him like thick fog. Ares growled, lifting off the bed to stand and challenge the thinner male.

You used the chance to scramble off the bed and out of the room, seeking refuge behind a thick tree.

Watching you leave, Corpse gripped his scythe, prepared to fight Ares. Not caring if Ares was much stronger than him. You were on the line, and he would not give up easily.

But luckily, he wouldn’t have to fight. Hera, his aunt, and mother of Ares, appeared from the clouds. Her elegance as she walked across the field choked you up.

He spoke to the boys, and while you couldn’t hear them, both stepped back, and Corpse looked at you, stepping into the field and opening his arms to you. You ran to him, throwing yourself onto him. His form engulfed yours, the black robes hiding you from the world.

He sighed softly, and upon letting him go, you were in a completely new spot, a darker home, made from white quartz and dark wood. You looked around, letting Corpse keep his arms around you.

“Welcome home.” He said, nuzzling into your neck. You gasped, jolting at his touch, so close to Ares, but you soon relaxed, leaning into his chest. He frowned,

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Ares was handy.” You mumbled, feeling Corpse’s arms tighten around you, and a growl leave his throat.

You’ve never felt your knees get so weak.