A God's Mercy (Apollo x OC)

Chapter 24

A/n: Hi.
Uh, I've got nothin to say for myself, other than I didn't feel like working on this chapter. Sorry, I know you guys were waiting on it... Nonetheless, after 3 different drafts, I've finally cultivated the perfect chapter, 2357 words full of pure, unadulterated SMUT. Yes, the chapter you all deserve. Also, I say smut, but I should warn you that there is a lot of extremely dubious consent here(RAPE) but like, what do you expect from Apollo idfk. I do hope you enjoy it regardless.
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He was so picturesque lying there, Melantriche couldn't believe her eyes as he stood from the place and started walking towards her. Every step seemed a glide, him coming at her so fast she shrieked with alarm. She shrunk against the wall, some candle wax spilling over her wrist. She squeezed tears from her eyes. In that moment it felt like she forgot what she was doing there and a fear of death overcame her. She tried to scramble away but in her foolish panic, she caught her toes on the hem of her dress and fell flat on her face. As she rubbed her wounded nose, laughter rang in her ears. She dared to look up, yes, there he was, laughing at her. The way his eyes raked over her body made him look like a cat ready to pounce. Shivering, she recalled the kiss. A tingling sensation washed over her, muddied by terror. Somehow she managed to find her voice again. "P-please wait..." she held up her hands as if in supplication. "I'm... not..."
     Instead he hauled her up by her armpits like she was a child. Then he turned her around. She felt a bit of breeze reaching her thighs. Face pressed awkwardly against the wall, she struggled madly to see what he was doing. He was fiddling with her skirts!

     "Cumbersome things." He said, mostly to himself it seemed, making a fist in the cloth. "Ugly, too." Melantriche flushed, feeling dizzy the more she looked at him. He was so pretty it hurt to look at him. So handsome—no, neither of those words fit very much. Magnificent, glorious? Maybe. There were probably no words in the Greek language invented to describe him. Cloth brushed against her face and darkness engulfed her. He was pulling her dress over her head.

     "Ah, wait!" She shrieked, her involuntary response being to pull it back down, which in this awkward position was impossible to do. "No, no, no, no! What are you doing?!"

     "Stripping you." Which had already been done. Cold air tingled against her bare skin, except for her backside, which tingled even more with the feeling of something large and warm there.

     "W-what's that?" She angled her head again to see and immediately screamed. "You're naked!"
     There was no escaping him, she realized. He was much, much bigger than herself. The arms that trapped her as she squirmed were tanned and packed with muscle. She could feel the hardness of his stomach on her back, her legs molded against the voluptuous curve of his thighs. She couldn't stop her violent shaking either, especially when she looked down and saw exactly what that strange hardness was, pressed against the mound in her thighs.

     Her dizziness went all the way to her stomach to her toes. Before she knew it she was bawling as she struggled to form words. "Please don't," she pleaded, big salty tears dripping into her mouth. "I'm a virgin, I've never been with anyone before and if you do this I'll never be able to get married. I'm not that pretty at all really, and I definitely don't think I'm prettier than—," a hand clamped over her mouth and she began to cry muffled words.

     "Stop babbling." He hissed in her ear. "You're talking my ear off. And I'm never going to allow you to get married, so don't even bother." She fell silent and felt compelled to nod quickly. She struggled to quell her sniffles and that's when he started doing it. She felt him bucking his hips into her and she saw the thick head of his member appear and retract. Even more, she felt it. A rod of flesh, rubbing off against her own. Her breaths were quick and uneven. She could hardly believe it, she was doing this intimate dirty thing with the god of the sun. She didn't know much about sex, only that a man puts his thing inside a woman on their wedding night. Did this happen too? Each stroke sent a shock that spiraled into her lower belly, a sensation she'd never felt, much less known of its existence. The thrusts became more agitated, more insistent, and she felt her womanhood swelling. There was wetness coming out of her, too. She moaned. In this crucial moment she couldn't bear the idea of peeing herself, but it was like he was trying to coax that exact reaction out of her. His grip on her mouth loosened. "Isn't that good?" He mumbled in her ear, nibbling at her lobe. "Isn't that nice?" She only nodded. His head rubbed excessively against the nub there. Her head fell back against his chest. It did feel nice. So, so nice.