A God's Mercy (Apollo x OC)

Chapter 35

A/n: bruh these updates are like fire. Haha that probably won't last long. Hey, also this chapter includes some heavy kink smut in the middle, and fluff at the end, so watch out for that. Enjoy!

     Melantriche's eyes flew open, her breaths wheezing before she adjusted to the darkness. Apollo. Even in the blackness she could recognize the tiny slivers of light from his hair, the summer sky eyes that stared back at her with a feverish frenzy. It was that which terrified her, even when he lifted his hand from her she felt herself quivering. He put his arms beneath her pits an raised her out of her cot as easily as a child, and as soon as her toes touched the floor he had his arms around her, ushering her towards the door and out of the house. They were going somewhere. Melantriche glances around nervously as they left, wondering why everything was so quiet, why nobody even stirred or why the god was here in the first place.
     Despite the sultry heat of the night she felt chilled as they strode down the streets, which were dim other than the occasional lamp that lit the houses lining it. "My Lord—," she finally dared to utter and he shushed her harshly.

     "Don't speak," he hissed. "Just come with me."

     "O... ok." But where were they going? Perhaps now was the time. He was going to finish her off, once and for all. Panicked, she struggled to free herself from his grip but it was no use. It was like trying to break iron.

     "Be calm." He murmured, though it seemed more like he was talking to himself. "We'll escape somewhere nice. Safe and warm and calm." It felt very much like he was reading her mind, which, him being a god, didn't seem like much of a stretch. The idea made her tingle with embarrassment. This wasn't Apollo. At least, not the one she was used to. His face was pallid yet beaded with sweat, and he had the eyes of a warrior about to fight a death match. He was frightening her. What was happening?
     They were headed towards the palace. As they entered through the front doors Melantriche wondered why there weren't any guards on lookout, but then, this was a god's sanctuary, not a real city. The truth was that Melantriche had never stepped foot on the palace grounds until now, and was somehow dizzy by the sight of colossal pillars, shiny marble floors and high ceilings, so much so it was basically Apollo dragging her through the halls till they reached a large 2-door entrance. He threw the doors open and pushed her inside. It was a enormous bedroom, grander than the likes she'd ever seen before. The walls were embedded with shiny mosaic scenes of the land and the ocean. A tiger skin rug was spread over the floor in front of an enormous fireplace, burning hotly. The room opened up to a large balcony on its right side, the sheer curtains billowing in the warm night breeze. In the middle of the room on the far wall was a large bed piled over with a myriad of quilts, furs and cushions. Scanning the area, then turning her stunned gaze towards the sun god.

     "I don't... I don't understand." His face was totally and utterly blank, in a way that invoked pity in her, like he didn't know how to react to anything. He put both hands on the sides of her burning face, touching her as if she were a curiosity.

     "Look at you, so tiny..." she gulped. He had no idea how small she really felt at the moment. Or maybe he did. She had to crane her neck to look at him, after all.

     "And you're so big." She managed quietly. "You're scaring me."

    "Melanie, are you afraid of fire?"

     "I... I don't think so. Maybe?"

    "Lie down." Dry-mouthed, Melantriche whispered,

     "Ok." She shifted down onto the bed awkwardly, glancing at all corners of the room and not sure where to look. She had to tuck her chin in to see Apollo rummaging for something in the cabinet. He pulled something out, a long cylindrical thing that he stared down at for a long minute. He turned and stuck it into the hearth and it ignited. A candle? They waited minutes, Melantriche's heartbeats continued to pick up speed. She swallowed, the entirety of her body feeling enflamed. How could she be afraid of fire? When he was gonna...
     He turned around, his body dark but the light of the fire casting light to the angles of his face, he seemed more like a demon than a god. His whole demeanor had changed, his eyes glittering and his mouth set in a hard line. And, like the first time, his clothes inexplicably disappeared when Melantriche wasn't paying attention. His nakedness, the golden light shining against the right perfect skin of his hips, his thighs, his manhood now sprung like a poised spear was utter perfection. She was speechless, other than herself in the back of her mind screeching with disbelief, with excitement, with joy and terror all roiling together in a single unsteady cauldron.