I'm alone in the woods, and the trees around me are but towering scraggly shadows under the silvery stream of moonlight. There are butterflies everywhere, and they're like nothing I've ever seen, with bodies that glow incandescently and wings that seem to change from purple to red, blue to green, yellow to orange.
I hear footsteps behind me, but before I can turn, I feel myself suddenly being pulled back, and a gasp escapes me when I realize I'm now held captive by a man.
Also: a man who is completely naked, and I don't even have to look over my shoulder to know this.
I can't be mistaken, with the rough, hard wall of the man's chest pressed intimately against my back, and it's only at this moment does it dawn on me that I am the same.
I am naked as he is, and my senses spiral at the thought of how every inch of our bodies are now in burning-hot contact.
I have never been this close to a man before. Never ever wanted to. And though I don't even know who it is that's holding me, I find myself choosing to stay.
Something about this man whose face I've yet to see...
Something about this man whom I can only feel...
Something about him feels right.
My soul seems to know him, and my body seems to have found its master, with the way every inch of me is already trembling in thrilling awareness of his masculinity.
Time dances past, but we remain as we are, a captor holding his captive. There's something between us that's ablaze, and with every thunderous beat of my heart I can feel its flames burning hotter, an unseen swirl of heat that moves wildly over our bodies.
We only have to move away from each other to extinguish it, but because we don't, it's as if both of us want to fan the flames of our desire, prolonging the tormenting pleasure of holding each other without actually touching any part that's private and precious.
The idea of intercourse has always been something I've shied away from, but because of this man, it's suddenly all I can think about.
I have never wondered how it would feel to be possessed by a man.
But now I do.
And now I also know...that I do not want to be taken gently and carefully.
The arm wrapped around me just under my breast is hewn with muscles, and my heart skips a beat when I think of how this arm can keep me imprisoned no matter how much I struggle. Everything about this man is so different from me. He's large where I'm small. Rigid where I'm malleable. And when I suddenly feel his breath against my ear, I can't help but cry out because even the sounds we make are so deliciously contradicting of each other. His is rough and harsh, and mine is soft and tremulous.
I'm tempted to turn around, but before I can seriously think of it, that's when I feel him moving, his other arm going around me, and my breath catches anew as his hands...oh, his large, strong hands---
They're suddenly covering my breasts, and my chest swells at his first touch.
I slowly look down, and the sight of his hands completely covering the pale globes of my flesh make me feel light-headed.
He starts palming my breasts, and my knees quake as a battery of sensations ravage my body. I feel hot in a way I've never felt before. Restless like I've never been restless before. I feel so many indescribable things, and all of it is making my body react in a way it has never done---
My nipples...I can't remember them being so proudly erect, and my breasts...I can't remember them feeling so acutely swollen.
There's this ache inside of me that's growing more unbearable the longer his hands stay on my flesh, and I find myself biting down hard on my lip as a cry threatens to rush out of my throat.
Oh please, please, please---
That's all I want to say.
That's all I want to do.
I want to beg him when I've never begged before. I want to beg even though I'm not sure what I'm begging him for, and oh, when I feel his fingers start squeezing my breasts, that's when the ache inside of me deepens into something more. I'm now throbbing from within, and as my body starts to writhe, that's when I feel it---
Something long and hard that's throbbing just as hard, sliding and rubbing itself between the cheeks of my ass, and I can no longer keep my cries to myself.
I moan and cry out, and the thick length of his manhood starts moving even faster.
It's one thing to know the man you desire wants you back, but it's another thing entirely to feel it. When desire becomes tangible, when the hardness you feel against your skin is unmistakable, your own need grows---
Just like mine is now growing more and more---
And when I feel his fingers tighten around my breasts, tightening to the point that pleasure sharpens with pain---
My head falls back, and that's when I see...the bestial features of a god.

“Milord!”
It was Thanatos, and Hades immediately turned, alerted by the ominous note in his second-in-command’s voice. “What is it?”
“Something inexplicable has shown up at the entrance of our world.” 
“Show me.”
“Yes, milord.” Thanatos ripped the air around him like it was a piece of canvas, and a moment later Hades saw the entrance to his world, where the rest of his powerful sentries still stood guard. 
“Above the gates, my king. Do you see it?”
Following Thanatos’ line of gaze, Hades started when he saw a doorway of some kind blazing above the gates of the Underworld. “I have not seen anything like this in my life.” He stretched his arm and with a wave of his hand, he drew the scene closer to him so that this time the doorway would be right above his head. 
“Could it be human sorcery?” Thanatos asked grimly.
“Perhaps, but somehow this door feels much…stronger than anything a mere mortal could make.”
Before Thanatos could speak, Hypnos had come to join them in the balcony. “What’s happening?” Having sensed the winged demon’s presence, Hypnos knew that only the direst of circumstances could have compelled Thanatos to leave the Underworld.
Looking up, Hypnos almost took a step back when he saw the doorway right above the king’s head. “What is that?” Immortals moved freely from one world to another, but they did so without the use of portals---
And that door looked exactly like what a portal would be, Hypnos thought with a frown, if such a thing existed.
Then he noticed something else.
“Milord, the door is opening!”
Hades stiffened.
“Stay back, milord!” Thanatos growled.
But it was too late.
The door was opened, and the sound of a feminine cry reached them.
Hades tensed. 
Did that woman truly need his help or was she but a bait for a trap devised by powerful humans?
The answer to this fell on the Lord of the Underworld, literally, as the next thing Hades knew, a woman was thrown out of the door in the sky---
Her ear-splitting cry made them wince and had everyone inside the temple running to the balcony.
Hades fell into the floor as she landed atop of him with enough force to make him suck his breath.
The woman quickly pushed herself up, her hands planted on his chest, and a dazed look on her pale face. 
In the fraction of a second, two swords were pointed straight at her throat, with neither Hypnos nor Thanatos willing to underestimate any threat to their king.
Hades looked up into the bright blue eyes staring down at him with seemingly innocent confusion.
Who the fuck was she?
But before he could ask the pertinent questions, someone in the crowd started to clap. 
“What are you doing,” Hades heard the god of light hiss under his breath.
“I can’t believe none of you are thinking what I’m thinking.” Hermes’ answering laughter held the usual note of amiable malice that was expected from the god of mischief.
“Stop speaking in riddles---”
“I will, if you start thinking in them,” Hermes returned with laconic ease. Pointing to the girl still lying frozen atop the lord of the world, he quoted, “The lord would fall because of her.” 
The crowd gasped, having recognized the words.
The two guards drew their swords back.
Hades whitened. Impossible. It was impossible. When had a prophecy ever been so literal?
And yet---
He, the Lord of the Underworld, had fallen because of her.
When Thanatos and Hypnos saw the look in their lord’s eyes, the two sentries immediately dropped down on one knee as a sign of respect for their prophesied queen. 
At this, the lower-ranking immortals in their midst fell on one knee as well, hoping to gain favor with the Lord of the Underworld.
When the girl saw everyone kneeling, she quickly scrambled off him---
Hades’ jaw clenched when she squirmed against his erection. Dammit, was this girl trying to seduce him in public? Feeling his erection press noticeably against his pants, Hades bit back a curse and swiftly rose to his feet. He turned his back on the crowd, hoping no one had caught sight of it.
Hermes and Apollo glanced at each other, both of them having noticed the Lord of the Underworld’s reaction to the girl. 
Hermes had only meant to joke about the prophecy but maybe there was more truth to it than he had originally seen.
When Hades turned to face the girl again, he was stunned to find her on bended knee as well. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked in exasperation.
“B-because they knelt down, so I thought---” She gazed up at him, bewildered. “Shouldn’t I?”
Not when you’re the reason they’re kneeling, Hades thought.
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