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Melinoë whimpered and mewled, face pressed into the dirt and grass of Erebus while the towering Goddess behind her ruthlessly slammed her hips against her time after time. Despite being a powerful Goddess in her own right, Mel felt as if Nemesis was about to break her apart, her body shuddering at the thought as Nem’s large, calloused hands wrapped completely around her soft hips, jutting her rear end up slightly to plow into her with a better angle of attack.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you lost our little wager on purpose, Princess,” her rival / lover huffed behind her, piledriving the thick strap into her with a downright aggressive amount of force, making her curl her fingers into the grass to ground herself a bit from the overwhelming pleasure
Mel knew that Nem understood she didn’t lose on purpose… Although even she would admit that the promise of this end result had distracted her ever so slightly… Ever since she’d settled her differences with Retribution Incarnate and entered a formal relationship with her? Nemesis had been careful to ensure that neither of them had too much of a good thing, and so their compromise was that they’d only have contests with this being the reward on the line on nights with a new moon, both to ensure a proper balance and to ensure that Sister Selene was unable to see the two of them engaged in such an intimate manner…
And so of course, as soon as Mel had seen that it was a new moon earlier that evening? She rushed right out the gates to Erebus, wielding her own aspect of Lim and Oros, and praying that she’d bump into Nemesis along her journey… Only to run into her far too early, before she’d been able to acquire even a single useful boon, and that combined with her own flustering from the promise of what awaited her if she lost had made her not even succeed in eliminating a single foe…
“I-I did no such thing!” she still tried to argue back, only to cut herself off mid-word with a breathless moan and shudder
Her lover snickered, her strong fingers digging into her hips, assuredly leaving marks that would remain for quite some time as she continued to slam into her with seemingly little effort required on her part.
“No need to protest so much,” she could tell just how much Nem was enjoying her pathetic display, and while normally that’d give her the drive to try and reverse the situation on the other Goddess? Melinoë couldn’t help but feel the desire to just relax and let her lover take the lead… Even if some useless bit of pride was bruised by it
She couldn’t hide her gasp though when Nemesis suddenly yanked her off of the strap, and before she could even whimper at it’s loss? The massive Goddess spun her around, pushing her down onto her back just as she pushed right into her once again, hardly skipping a beat.
Now, having to look up at the muscular woman as she slammed into her again and again? Melinoë felt her face flushing hard, quickly draping her flesh-and-blood arm over her eyes so she didn’t have to deal with that embarrassment. But of course, Nem couldn’t very well have that… She quickly grabbed both of Mel’s wrists in one massive hand, slamming them up over her head to force Melinoë to show her face.
“Come on Princess, don’t be shy,” Retribution Incarnate smirked above her, the rare sight of a smile on her face made Mel’s heart do somersaults in her chest while the embarrassment of having to show her face made her squirm and thrash in the other woman’s grasp, “I want to see your face as you lose that damn composure”
She knew that it was pointless to try and resist, and she also knew that despite any such teasing she might receive? Nemesis would never think less of her for losing her composure every once in a while. But whether it was out of habit or just some desire to not give in quite so pitifully? She moved her legs as soon as Nemesis pulled back to thrust into her again, quickly wrapping her legs around the other Goddess and pushing with her feet while clenching her thighs to pull her closer. Just as she’d hoped, that caught Nem off guard, as she almost completely slipped, catching herself only when their faces were almost pressed against one another.
Without missing a beat, and with Retribution’s grasp on her wrists loosened, she quickly freed her hands before reaching up to put her arms around Nemesis’ shoulders, keeping her close as she pulled her in for a long and sloppy kiss. It was admittedly a bit messier and less controlled than normal for her, but given the ravaging that Nem had just put her through? She could hardly blame herself for being a bit overly zealous with how she slipped her tongue into Nem’s mouth, messily and hastily rubbing their tongues together for as long as she could.
She smirked breathlessly up at the other Goddess when she finally pulled away, and Melinoë could only imagine how disheveled she had to look, given that even Nem looked a bit unkempt after her maneuver. She probably shouldn’t have said anything, she probably should have just taken her minor victory, but perhaps a bit of her brother’s cockyness had rubbed off on her, as she couldn’t help but snark, “Now who’s the one who lost their composure, hm?”
Nemesis blinked back at her for a moment, her purple lipstick smudged and tinged with slight bits of Mel’s own green lipstick, only as soon as she seemed to get her wits back? Melinoë realized exactly what she was in for… Feeling a shiver shoot right down her spine as her lover’s expression darkened.
Wordlessly, Nem grabbed hold of her thighs, prying her legs off of her and slamming them up by her head, completely boxing her in with her ankles pressed up over her shoulders. And without waiting even a moment for Mel to adjust? She slammed the long, thick strap-on right back into her depths. Melinoë tried to control her expression, tried to contain her moans and mewls, but as Nemesis practically punched the air out of her lungs with each and every massive thrust of her hips? Her control and resolve fractured and broke apart embarrassingly quickly… Only lasting a few simple thrusts before she was completely melting beneath the behemoth of a Goddess, shivering and shuddering and letting out loud animalistic moans as she was slammed into the dirt again and again and again.
She knew that she was really in for it, as Nemesis didn’t even slow down for a second when Mel’s pleasure finally crested over into an orgasm. Her toes curled, her fingers clenching hold of the grass, her eyes watering ever so slightly from the overwhelming sensation of it, all while Nemesis continued to pound into her with all the force of a raging bull, without skipping a single beat…
Melinoë had no clue how many times she came, but she knew that it had to be plenty, as by the time that Nem had finally had her fill of her and slowed down in her rabid thrusts? It felt like the entire area around her had been soaked in her own cum…
She whimpered a bit as Nemesis pulled out, her sore and sleeping legs flopping back onto the dirt while she twitched and shivered, looking up at Retribution Incarnate with slightly hazy and dulled eyes just to see how sweaty the muscular Goddess was from the exertion of piledriving her for so long.
Nem brushed her long black hair out of her face, tsk-ing at the sight of Mel’s overwhelmed form, “Did you learn your lesson Princess?”
Melinoë could only dumbly nod back at her, her muscles too sore and exhausted to even manage moving her jaw.
Nemesis rolled her eyes at the sight, but bent down to scoop her up off of the ground all the same, “Come on your highness, you’re not fighting Chronos in that condition”
As much as she wanted to protest and demand that she be let go to attend to her duties as Time Keeper? She couldn’t help but melt into Nem’s warm embrace the moment she held her against her chest, letting her head rest against her lover while she was carried in a bridal carry.
“You should probably bathe before you go to bed,” the normally stern and temperamental woman spoke in a softer, more gentle tone of voice as she put Stygius onto her back and scooped up Mel’s own weapons before she began to slowly walk back towards the Crossroads, but even the mention of having to clean herself had Mel’s nose creasing as weak whimpering sounds emitted from her in protest, “Tsk, calm down, I don’t mean by yourself, I don’t need Hecate yelling at me for letting you drown in the springs… I’ll clean you up myself and then drop you off in your little tent, got it?”
She relaxed immediately at that, practically preening as Nemesis gently brushed some of her sweaty wheat-blonde hair out of her face with a touch that was so uncharacteristically gentle.
“You really drive me crazy, Princess,” Nem scoffed, “Try and keep that in mind next time, unless you want this to happen again”
Little did Nemesis know though, Melinoë was planning on exactly that outcome for the next new moon. But for now? She simply let herself fall asleep in the embrace of Retribution Incarnate, and if anyone saw Nemesis bringing Melinoë back into her tent and not emerging for the rest of that day? That was no one’s business but their’s…