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ᴜɴꜱᴀɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ*

Based off Greek mythology not a lot of this is accurate! 

Billie: Top

Maggie: Bottom

Billie, daughter of Zeus, was born with the spark of lightning in her eyes and the roar of thunder in her heart. Growing up on Olympus, she was accustomed to the grandeur of the gods, the eternal festivities, and the divine responsibilities that came with her lineage. However, a decree from her father loomed over her like a storm cloud: she must marry by the age of 30 or be cast into the mortal world.

Billie's journey to find a suitable partner began at 21, with her first date being none other than Apollo, the god of the sun. He took her on a breathtaking ride across the sky in his golden chariot. The world below shimmered in his radiant light, and for a moment, Billie was dazzled by his brilliance. They landed in a lush meadow, where Apollo played his lyre and serenaded her. Their kiss was warm, like a gentle summer sun, but it lacked the electric charge Billie craved.

The following year, Billie was introduced to Triton, the son of Poseidon. Their date was an underwater adventure, exploring the wonders of the ocean. Billie was mesmerized by the vibrant coral reefs and the schools of colorful fish. Triton was charming, but his demeanor was as cold and distant as the ocean depths. When he kissed her, it felt like a wave washing over her, refreshing but fleeting. Billie longed for something more intense, something that would make her heart race like a storm.

Next, she met Pyros, the son of Hephaestus. Their date took place in the heart of a volcano, surrounded by molten lava and the sound of hammers striking anvils. Pyros was passionate about his craft, showing her the intricate weapons and jewelry he forged. Despite the heat of the surroundings, Billie found their interactions lukewarm. His kiss was like a spark, brief and easily extinguished, lacking the thunderous energy she desired.

As Billie approached her 30th birthday, the pressure intensified. A grand celebration was planned on Olympus, a masquerade ball attended by gods and goddesses from all realms. Despite the festivities, Billie felt a sense of impending doom. She wandered through the opulent halls, her mind consumed by the weight of the divine decree.

Amid the swirling colors and music, Billie collided with Maggie, the daughter of Aphrodite. Maggie was older, with an ethereal beauty that could only come from the goddess of love. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and her laughter was a melody that resonated in Billie's soul. They talked and laughed, an instant connection forming between them. Maggie's touch sent shivers down Billie's spine, and for the first time in years, she felt a flicker of hope.

Maggie was married, bound to another in a union arranged by the gods. Despite this, the attraction between Billie and Maggie was undeniable. They began to spend more time together, their interactions filled with playful teasing and lingering touches. Billie found herself falling deeper for Maggie, her every thought consumed by the older woman.

One evening, after a night of heavy drinking at a divine banquet, the boundaries between them blurred. They found themselves alone in a secluded garden, the moonlight casting a silver glow on their skin. As they flirted shamelessly, their hands began to explore forbidden territories. As Maggie cupped Billie breast while slurring her words Billie touching in a place Maggie's husband only had access to has, she spoke the nastiest of words along the lines of having the older woman on her tongue by the end of the night. 

Their lips met in a feverish kiss, igniting a storm within Billie. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and rain began to fall, a testament to the divine connection they shared. Their intimacy was explosive, every touch and kiss charged with divine energy. The storm outside mirrored the tempest within Billie, a testament to the electrifying connection she shared with Maggie.

They moved to a more private location, the rain pouring down around them. Clothes were shed, and their bodies pressed together, creating sparks of electricity. Billie's hands roamed over Maggie's soft curves, and Maggie's fingers traced the lines of Billie's muscles. The intensity of their passion was overwhelming, like a lightning bolt striking the earth. Billie was right by the end of the night Maggie was riding her face as she was inches away from her orgasm. As Maggie came so did Billie from the site causing a loud crack of lighting to erupt. 

"Well, somebody came without me even trying" Maggie barely got out coming down from her high getting off Billie. "You're so-" Billie started to say as Maggie kissed her to taste herself moaning into Billie's mouth as she gripped her hips ready for round two. 

"As much as I enjoyed this, I need to go home Billie I'm a wife after all." Maggie said pecking the younger woman's lips. Billie frowned as she replied, "You don't have to be." Maggie chuckled before speaking while getting dressed "there's so much you don't know about me." 

"Maggie stay and tell me" Billie pleaded. "Tomorow morning after breakfast I'm free come find me." Maggie replied smiling and leaving.

"Where have you been" Maggie's husband asked. "Out with my friend Billie" Maggie smiled although she was gorgeous, he could see the lies right through her not only that the stress-free bloodshot eyes and wavy hair told him all her needed to know his wife was dazzling in infidelity which was risky

"Are you Billie?" A man with green eyes and a perfect smile. "Yes" Billie replied raising a brow, I need you to stop seeing Maggie and if you really care about her, you would do it. He said as he sternly walked away. The next morning, reality set in. Maggie confided in Billie about a curse that plagued her bloodline: any forbidden love would bring ruin. 

Billie's heart sank as Maggie's husband confronted her, forbidding further contact.

Desperate, Billie turned to her mother, Hera. Hera was stern, warning her of the consequences of her actions. Yet, Billie's love for Maggie was undeniable. She was willing to forsake her divine status for a chance to be with her.

Billie sought every possible way to break the curse. She consulted oracles, ventured into the Underworld, and beseeched the gods, but nothing worked. In a final act of love, she renounced her divinity, choosing to become mortal.

As a mortal, Billie found Maggie. They were free to love without the constraints of divine decrees. Their love was as fierce as ever, each touch and kiss still sending sparks flying. They lived together in a small cottage, far from the prying eyes of the gods.

Every time they made love, a thunderstorm would brew, the heavens responding to the intensity of their passion. The storms became a part of their life, a reminder of the divine power that once coursed through Billie's veins. Their love was electrifying, each moment filled with the same intensity as that first forbidden kiss.

Despite the challenges they faced, Billie and Maggie's love endured. They found a way to be together, defying the gods and their decrees. Their love was a storm that could not be tamed, a force of nature that would forever be remembered in the annals of Olympus.

Billie and Maggie's love story became a legend, told and retold by mortals and gods alike. They were known as the Thunderstorm Lovers, their passion as wild and untamed as the storms that followed them. Their love was a testament to the power of the heart, a reminder that even the gods could not control the forces of love.

And so, under the watchful eyes of Olympus, Billie and Maggie lived out their days in each other's arms, their love as eternal as the thunder that rumbled in the sky.

August 3rd, 2024 

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