Hot and sexy Apollo^^^^^^^^ Teeny tiny warning because he contemplates death the only exit, in a way.
Avery POV
His lips...they were on mine, moving and molding. It felt amazing, kissing....I don't know his name. I'm kissing a guy who's name I don't know. What the heck am I doing?! As soon as I realized this I pushed him off me and into the little pond.
We stayed where we were, looking at each other with shocked faces. I quickly picked up the soaked dress and ran out of the room, trying to find my way back to my room as the feeling of his lips replayed in my mind. What was I thinking? He kidnapped me! Then put his fist inside my booty, then made me wear a dress and is now treating me like a slave! I don't know much about how to pick the people you kiss but I know you don't pick someone's who's done all of those things to you.
I must've been too distracted because next thing I know I'm bumping into someone and we're both falling onto the floor. I landed with my hands over my head and my legs spread with the other person between them. "Well hello there" I fluttered my eyes open and saw the handsome ginger from earlier smiling down at me from his position. "H-hi"
"Could I know why you are running around my house almost naked?"
"Well, I- wait, your house?!" He gave me a nod, his smile still planted on his face. "I am Apollo; God of music, truth, prophecy, healing, the sun and light, plague, poetry, and more." As soon as the name Apollo came out of his mouth I was scrambling to get out of underneath him.
"I am s-so sorry. I w-wasn't paying a-attention to where I-I was g-going. T-the thing is I was running away from one of the staff" While I was sat on the floor having a panic attack he was now standing up laughing very loudly, but it stopped when he heard why I was running.
"One of my staff you say?" I froze but quickly began to nod my head. "Yes. He made me a maid without my consent and then told me his father made the decision and not him. Maybe he's one of your higher employees. But...you're his boss so that means you go over him. Could you...I don't know what it's supposed to be but could you release me? Take me back to where I live and-"
"I don't think he's going to do that o ánthropos" my head jerked back and I saw that butthole standing there. Dry and clothed. I stood up and went behind Apollo. Never in my life would I have thought that one day I would hide behind Apollo.
"See that's him. Just fire his father and let me be free" Throughout my tiny bit of begging the butthole was just staying there, not looking a bit alarmed. "Why are you not alarmed?"
"Because, o ánthropos, I am Jaylon, oldest son of Apollo." I looked up into the eyes of Apollo and saw an apologetic look on his face. "Yo-you put me in this situation??" Then there must really be no escape.
"I'm sorry sweetie, but there's a reason for everything." My thoughts were roaming my head as I started to stumble backward. If Apollo put me in this place, and he's the God of this place, then I can't do anything. But I don't want to stay here. I want to go out into the world and try to find my place.
I want to do the thing I love, even if I don't know what it is. I want to meet someone who will make me crazily fall in love, then marry them and have children. A bunch of children and maybe a pair of twins or triplets. I want to watch my children run out of school on their first day and I want to watch them walk across a stage to get a diploma. I want to see their children, and maybe those children's children. Then I want to die right next to my husband on our bed.
The weight of the situation and my thoughts distracted me from seeing where I was going and it was too late when my two tormentors had started to yell for I was already falling down the stairs. Maybe this is the way to get out of here. Maybe you don't agree with me on the fact that death may be the only exit, but I've dealt with so much poop in my life that I was want to give up.
I felt each stair digging into a certain part of my body, I had already closed my eyes and let myself feel weightless when I noticed I wasn't falling any longer but was actually in someone's arms. My eyes opened to the confused face of Jathos.
"Little human, why were you falling down the stairs? Were you trying to slide down?" His wings were out and beating. They gracefully took us down to the floor where he put me on the floor and the pain I wasn't feeling before I felt now. Apollo's, Jaylon's and a boy's face came into view.
"O ánthropos, are you ok?!" surprisingly it was my worst captor that had a worried tone in his voice as he asked. But I just laid there on the floor, too pained to do anything but breathe.
"Metakiníste ton Jaylon, epitrépste mou na ton therapéfso" (Move over Jaylon, let me heal him) Apollo had kneeled down next to me and he put his palm on my forehead where I felt soothing warmth start to spread all over my body. "Ambrosia, do you think you can give him water therapy? His bones are fine, but he'll still have bruises and be sore." I'm guessing whomever Ambrosia was nodded because I was too busy trying not to fall asleep due to the warmth.
However, in the middle of totally not falling asleep I felt someone pick up my hand and start to rub their thumb over it. This is a nice feeling, maybe I'll fall asleep to it everyday in the future....
What am I thinking? Such a nice feeling can only come once in a lifetime for me.
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Son Of Apollo
RomanceJaylon is the oldest son of Apollo. As the oldest, he is his father's right hand. He often finds himself going around the world making sure his father's underlings are doing their jobs, and putting order to the chaos they make; which is a lot. Doesn...