Warning: stalking , non con , rape, mention of forced sexual intercourse, drugging, somnophillia , dead dove do not eat..
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The gods watched from the heavens, as Y/N gathered her courage to confess her feelings to the man she had long admired. But he cruelly rejected her, his disdain for her appearance cutting deep.
She was a chubby, fluffy , bubbly girl, her soft curves and innocent smile charming those who knew her. Sweet-natured and always willing to help, she was a loyal devotee of the Goddess of Wisdom, who valued Y/N's kind heart and gentle spirit. But not everyone appreciated her.
The God of Beauty, a deity infamous for his vanity and love for perfection, happened to witness the scene. Amused, he mocked her openly before the other gods, laughing at her heartbreak.
"How pathetic," the God of Beauty scoffed, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"Who could ever find beauty in something so...round and clumsy?"
His words echoed in the hall of the gods, and though the other gods did not share his cruelty, they remained silent out of respect. It was only his sister, the Goddess of Wisdom, who reprimanded him sharply.
"Your eyes are blind if you cannot see beyond the surface, brother," she said coldly. "Her beauty shines in ways you will never understand."
Though her words stung, the God of Beauty dismissed her scorn. His pride had been wounded by her defense of the girl. He fumed in silence, vowing to make Y/N pay for the humiliation he felt. That mortal a mere ugly creature... he can kill her with a swift flick of his wrist....
That night, he descended to Earth, determined to make her life miserable. His plan was simple: to make her life hell, to make her realise what happens to things which are not perfect and pretty....But when he arrived at her humble dwelling, what he found was far from what he expected.
Through her window, he saw her on the bed, whimpering softly, her chubby thighs trembling as she lay there, her fingers working between her legs. She was sobbing , her small fingers not enough to fill the aching emptiness she felt in his puffy pussy. The sight of her, so vulnerable, her body soft and trembling, sent a thrill through him that he hadn't anticipated.
Her moans were quiet, but they reached his ears with intoxicating clarity, like an intoxicating siren's song. Her chubby cheeks were flushed, her lips parted as she licked her fingers in frustration. Her breasts were large and soft, squeezed beneath her hands as she sought comfort in her own touch. She was everything he had scorned in the daylight, yet now, in the privacy of night, he was mesmerized.
His breath quickened as he watched her climax, her body shaking with need and her face contorted in pleasure. The God of Beauty, who had once looked down on her, now stood transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away from her soft, curvaceous form. He spent the entire night thinking of her, haunted by the image of her trembling body. His arousal tormented him, but he told himself it would be a sin to act on such a base desire.
Yet again and again while trying to ease pain in his loin and trying to distract himself, his mind was return back to her...... Her puffy cure and soft whines.... What would she feels like???? Questions filled his mind as he sat in gold tub filled with cold water.
That was when the seed of obsession had been planted.
The next few days, he found himself returning to her again and again, hoping to catch her in moments of weakness. But instead he began to linger outside her home, spying on her as she bathed, changed clothes, or slept. His desire grew darker, more insistent. One night, when she slept deeply, unable to contain his desire he crossed the line.
As Kaelis descended into her room, his presence was like a whisper of the night. The air around her bed felt heavy as he approached, ominous and silent. She lay there, peaceful and unaware, her soft, chubby body illuminated by the dim glow of the moonlight filtering through the window. Her breathing was steady, deep in the embrace of sleep, her curves rising and falling with each breath.
The god stood over her, his gaze lingering on the way her blanket clung to her plush frame. He felt a sharp ache in his chest, a hunger that he had never known before. Slowly, deliberately, he pulled the blanket down, exposing her bare skin to the cool night air. His breath hitched as her body was revealed to him.....her thighs thick and soft, her breasts rising and falling gently.
His fingers hovered just above her skin, trembling. He was a god, above such things, yet here he was, unable to resist. His hand finally brushed against her thigh, the warmth of her flesh sending a shiver down his spine. She stirred slightly but did not wake, her body too deep in slumber to register his presence. He hesitated, but the need inside him was overwhelming.
Gently, he spread her legs apart, marveling at the way her thighs quivered slightly in her sleep. His fingers ghosted up her inner thigh, feeling the softness and warmth as he reached her center. Her folds were slick from her earlier restlessness, and his breath quickened at the sight of her glistening entrance. Slowly, he pushed his fingers inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him instinctively. A soft whimper escaped her lips she was in deep dreamland.
He couldn't stop himself now. His cock, hard and aching, pressed against the fabric of his robes. Without a sound, he freed himself, the cool air hitting his skin as he positioned himself between her thighs. His hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer, the sensation of her softness beneath his fingers driving him mad with desire.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, groaning softly as her warmth enveloped him. Her body responded, tightening around him, though she remained asleep, her lips parted in soft, shallow breaths. The god moved inside her, his pace gentle at first, savoring the sensation of her walls clenching around him.
Her body reacted in small ways.....a twitch of her legs, a soft moan escaping her lips as he thrust deeper, each motion pushing her further into the bed. Her chest rose and fell more quickly now, her nipples hard against the cool air, as if her body recognized the pleasure it was being given even though her mind remained unaware.
The god's movements became more urgent, his grip tightening on her hips as he pulled her closer, his cock sinking deeper with each thrust. Her soft whimpers filled the room, her body trembling beneath him. He watched her face closely, mesmerized by the way her features twisted in unconscious pleasure, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted as she breathed faster.
With one final, deep thrust, he released inside her, groaning softly as his seed spilled into her. Her body trembled in response, a soft moan escaping her lips as he filled her, the warmth of his release spreading inside her. He lingered for a moment, savoring the sensation of her tight around him, before slowly pulling out.
He stood over her once more, watching as she settled back into a deep sleep, unaware of what had just happened. She would wake sore and confused, wondering why her body ached in ways she couldn't explain. But he knew, and the thought of her confusion only fueled his obsession further.
Satisfied for the moment, the God of Beauty vanished into the night, leaving her in her bed, her body filled with his essence, oblivious to the sinful pleasure she had unknowingly been a part of. Since then started the vicious cycle of marking....Each time he left her like this, his desire only grew, the need to possess her wholly consuming his every thought.
Kaelis, the God of Beauty, had grown restless. His obsession with Y/N consumed him every waking moment. Despite his divine status, his pride had been shattered the night he first saw her pleasuring herself-soft, chubby, and utterly vulnerable. She haunted his every thought, and the more he indulged in the fantasy of having her, the more it twisted into something darker.
He could no longer stand the thought of her remaining in the mortal realm, untouched by his influence. His jealousy raged whenever he thought of her being rejected by some other man or leaving him for a mere mortal, so one night, he made his move.
