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Come Here Often?
-by Drace Domino
Melinoë had every right to believe she could take down more minions of Chronos than Nemesis. There was no questioning that Nem was enormously powerful, but she was also slow and could let her anger take over, leading to her taking big, wild swings that struck nothing more than the open air. Meanwhile, Melinoë was precise and swift, making lethal strikes and darting to the next target, driven by her duty and guided by the lifetime of training underneath the Headmistress’ skillful hand. They were both perfect warriors in their own right, but this challenge? It was one of speed, and Melinoë absolutely had the edge.
Or so she thought. As the last minion of Chronos fell in this particular area of Erebus, the woods were left quiet and still - and Melinoë already knew that she’d lost. It was a close match, of course, with Nemesis dispatching twelve while Melinoë had only struck down eleven, but a deal was a deal and she knew the foreboding larger woman would most certainly keep her to it. With a sigh, the blonde turned on a heel in the grass, turning to see that Nemesis was already standing before her with her arms crossed over her armored chest and an impossibly smug smirk on her features. Standing in her shadow, it was hard for Melinoë to not squirm uncomfortably, and when she spoke it was with a voice of idle chatter that she knew for a fact Nemesis didn’t have the stomach for.
“So…” She began, lifting her ghostly arm up to rub idly at the back of her head. “I guess that means I won’t be seeing that one hundred gold after all, hmm? Well, so long as it finds its way into Charon’s hands one way or another. Congratulations, Nem. You’re even faster in battle than I remember.”
“Right.” The word slipped out past the stoic larger woman’s lips, and when Melinoë made as if to start walking past her, she slowly lifted up a hand. Three powerful fingers were pressed to Melinoë’s chest, just above the crescent moon where the black and orange of her outfit began. She held her in place, refusing to let Melinoë drift any further away, and when she spoke her voice was deep and intimidating, with a forceful tone that demanded not just attention, but obedience. “I think you’re forgetting something. We had a deal, remember?”
“O-Oh, come on, Nem, I didn’t think you were serious.” Melinoë protested, her voice slightly quivering as she took a half-step back. Briefly, she considered fleeing into the woods of Erebus, but she knew it wouldn’t end well. There were dangers all ahead of her, and she wouldn’t make it far if she also had to deal with one behind her. “You…you really…” She took a deep breath, narrowing her multi-colored gaze and glaring forward. “...you think the Headmistress would approve of you demanding this of me?”
“The Headmistress would agree with me, that you gambled and lost.” Nemesis’ tone was nearly droning, deep and static as she kept her eyes locked on the smaller girl. “Not that you’ll tell her, anyway. You’ve way too much pride for that.”
“I…I…” Melinoë sighed, averting her eyes and staring at the grass for a few seconds. Though she was loathed to admit it, Nemesis was right. Even though she first made the wager with the best of intentions, hoping to help fuel her charge into Hades, if their small community at the Crossroads couldn’t trust each other…everything would fall apart. Finally she nodded, and she sheathed her weapons at her hips before letting her hands drift a bit downward, moving to grasp the very bottom edge of her skirt. “Only a small peek, Nem. That was the deal, was it not?”
Nemesis, folding her arms across her chest once more, gave a simple, solitary nod. Her armored figure stood no more than two feet away as Melinoë’s trembling hands began to lift, pulling up at the edge of that lovely garment. More of her ghostly pale thighs were exposed before finally the true treasure of the deal was revealed - a smooth, hairless mound, a pair of plump lips belonging to the daughter of Hades. She stood with her skirt lifted and her head turned still to the side, refusing to look at Nemesis while she revealed herself. Her hands shook while she remained in place, counting down the seconds as she could only surmise that Nemesis was staring, gawking, memorizing every curve of her delicate folds.
And for a while, that was all she did. She didn’t reach out to touch Melinoë or violate the terms of their deal in any way, though at a certain point she made a single demand of the blonde - though it came with the soft jingle of gold coins that was enough to get the dedicated witch’s attention.
“I’ll still give you the gold on one condition.” She offered, while Melinoë was still turned away. “You have to look at me.”
The bag of gold coins hit the grass of Erebus, and Melinoë stared at it for a lingering moment as she pondered the request. How…how bad could it be? Their kind weren’t so stuffy about revealing themselves as the mortals were. Hell, Nemesis had seen her naked in the past many times during their years training together. But there was something about…this…that made it feel so much more intense, so much more rattling to her nerves. This wasn’t two overworked, sweaty warriors sinking into the hot springs to rest their muscles. It was something dominant, something violating. And, as Melinoë realized with a soft sigh, something necessary. She needed that gold, in case Charon would have a necessary boon available to her.
She turned her head back upward, her eyes opening and the red and green settling on that enormous woman watching her. Her hands remained locked in place to keep her skirt lifted and her pussy exposed, and as she stood in Nemesis’ shadow she realized that the warrior didn’t need to touch her to make her feel all the more weak and nervous.
Nemesis could gaze at a woman so intensely that it still felt like she was grabbing her.
Those quivering hands held the skirt up for a few more seconds before Nemesis finally gave an approving nod, and gestured for the daughter of Hades to drop her skirt. She picked her sword up once more and hefted it onto her shoulder, slowly turning her back to Melinoë as she made for the exits. She left the gold behind as promised, and glanced over her shoulder to her rival once more.
“It’s nice, Princess.” She remarked, with an air of sleazy dominance that made Melinoë’s skin crawl. “Take care of it for me.”
And with that, she dashed through one of the exits into the next area. The trees and bushes almost instantly closed behind her, the ever-changing woods of Erebus shifting to ensure that no two individuals could take the same route. Only once she was gone did Melinoë reach down to pick up the bag of gold and try to catch her breath, her knees still weak and a strange excitement bubbling up within her. Whatever the latter sensation was she didn’t have much time to process it, as she looked to the two doors leading to the next area - one of them sealed shut, and the other with a mark of bones presented on the path.
“That…that bitch!” Melinoë scowled, and dug her fingers into the bag of gold. “All of that, and she had the audacity to take the Daedalus Hammer door!”
***
Oceanus. Several days and one more bad decision later, Melinoë found herself yet again on the losing end of a competition with Nemesis. The warrior had run into her in the soggy depths, though it’d be more accurate to say that Melinoë ran into her - after she’d dispatched an entire room so the daughter of Hades didn’t need to trouble herself. It was then that she offered her yet another challenge, though with no minions of Chronos nearby, someone else would need to take the blow.
“Here’s the deal, Princess…” Her words had slithered out menacingly, rich with her endlessly confident, broody tone. “I hit you once, and if you stay standing you walk away a Centaur Heart richer.”
“You’re on, Nem.” Melinoë had agreed to it even before she thought it over. After all, she’d been working on her defenses throughout this entire trip into Hades. She was even wearing a dress made by her dear friend Arachne, and she was certain it would keep her saf--
“...hrk…!”
The blow that Nemesis delivered was devastating, and deal with a single swinging fist, aimed directly at Melinoë’s belly. Struck with a force that felt like one of Poseidon’s crashing waves, Melinoë lurched forward, and she could feel Arachne’s dress not just rip but erupt from her body, the silk splitting and the entire garment falling away, landing in the dank waters of Oceanus at her feet. From there, she collapsed to her knees, holding her belly and going cross-eyed from the impact, utterly unable to hide how much the sucker punch had taken her off guard. Just as before, it was nothing terribly new to the Headmistress’ favored - she and Nemesis had struck each other harder and more violently in the past, swinging with deadly weapons and relying on the skills of Hecate to mend them after grievous injuries. But again, this felt less like a sparring match and more like an announcement of dominance and conquest…especially when Nemesis reached down to condescendingly pat the top of Melinoë’s blonde head, standing ever-so-close to the kneeling daughter of Hades.
“Too bad.” Nemesis mused, and when she continued, Melinoë felt like she was somehow sinking even deeper into Oceanus. “But I’ll still give you the Centaur Heart, so long as y--”
“What? Wha--” Melinoë coughed, still holding her belly, trying to blink back the frustrated tears. “--what do I have to do next?!”
“Nothing.” Came the calm response, just as Nemesis lowered her hands to the codpiece of her armor. “...other than permit me to show you mine.”
Again, Melinoë’s throat tightened and her muscles twitched, begging her to take the nearest tunnel deeper into Oceanus. But again she stubbornly refused to give Nemesis the satisfaction, and moreover…she really needed that Centaur Heart. She’d already passed up a few for useful boons from the gods up to that point, and as Nemesis’ blow made clear, her defenses weren’t anywhere near as strong as she thought. This time, she didn’t speak, though she still agreed to the woman’s terms by nodding her head ever so slightly with a fierce scowl plastered on her pouty features. The smirk she received from Nemesis was fleeting, and came a few split-seconds before the powerful woman hooked a thumb against a section of her codpiece, and flicked it to the ground below.
The thing hit the floor of Oceanus first with a splash as it hit the running water, and then a clang as it immediately struck below, far too heavy for the current to carry. Melinoë was briefly distracted by it, and when she looked back up at Nemesis her view of the woman was obscured - eclipsed by the massive girth of a hefty cock that was worthy of the gods, be they Chthonic or Olympian. At a length and girth that rivalled one of Melinoë’s forearms, it was the same muted color as Nemesis’ skin, with a thick head poking from a sheathe and exposing a few drops of the most viscous moisture to be found in all of Oceanus. Melinoë gasped but swiftly and intentionally kept her lips shut lest Nemesis try to take more than was offered, and while the brooding woman didn’t go that far, she didn’t seem to particularly mind when her enormous length dropped down across Melinoë’s face, reaching from one side to the other and resting on her cheekbones.
“Hrmm. Feels good to let it out of the armor now and again.” Nemesis murmured mostly to herself, and before Melinoë could pull back, closed a hand against the back of her head. She did nothing more but make sure the blonde remained perfectly in place, resting on her knees, nursing her punched belly, and pressed down upon by the weight of that hefty unit. As Nemesis shifted her feet from side to side she ended up letting her girth drag over Melinoë’s face, making sure that the underside had a full chance to explore the softness of her rival’s nose and ride the bridge of her nose. Like Sisyphus’ boulder it would travel the incline of her nose and rest at the very tip, only to then slide back down, slapping against Melinoë’s eyes like a blindfold. “You know, Princess, this is a much better use for you than trying to kill Chronos. I should talk to the Headmistress, maybe after so many of your failures she’d be amenable to changing your responsibilities at the Crossroads.”
“Y-You…you haven’t made it to Tartarus either, Nem.” Melinoë spoke, though still did so with her lips never opening much, always fearful of when the brute would try to slide inside her maw. Her hands shifted from her belly down to her knees, bracing against them and preparing to spring up and dash away if needed. “Maybe I should talk to her about putting you to better use. The Shades could use someone to serve them drinks in the taverna.”
Nemesis simply let a slow chuckle rumble through her, and it was a truly grim thing to come from a daughter of Nyx. Intimidating and hoarse, she wasn’t a woman that laughed about anything other than conquest - and that was exactly what she enjoyed as her hips started to rock. With one hand holding fast to the back of Melinoë’s head, she pulled her prick across her face while pushing the other palm down on it from above - squeezing it from base to tip, and using her rival’s face as little more than a tool for self-pleasure.
“Big talk from someone that’s on her knees.” Nemesis finally murmured in response, though by that point Melinoë could barely hear her. So utterly shocked she was by the sensation of that enormous cock grinding back and forth over her eyes that she was stricken speechless - her entire body rigid and tense, and her eyes shut tight. Her cheekbones served as the guiding rail and her nose ensured that Nemesis’ cock never slid down too far, though every time that Nemesis pushed forward all the way, Melinoë could feel her cheek be “kissed” by the hefty, sweat-sticky sack of the warrior. At least she wouldn’t need to endure it for long, judging from the sounds of pleasure that reverberated through the brute’s body. “Hope you enjoy your little trips outside, Princess. Because I promise you…it won’t be long before your only job is helping me make a new generation of epic challengers that will rival any of Olympus’ chosen.”
The longer she spoke, the more Melinoë squirmed underneath not only the pressure of that beefy cock on her face, but the weight of Nemesis’ words. Could it have been truly in the Fates’ weavings that she was destined to be nothing more than a toy for Nemesis? Was it a gift that they bestowed on their sister for her dedication to her cause and her blunt, stern brand of bullying? It was nearly enough to make Melinoë lament her decisions, but before she could dwell on things too long there came one final grunt from Nemesis that announced her peak finally arriving. She pivoted her cocktip to push it flush against Melinoë’s face while she jerked herself down to the base with one last pump, squeezing her grip fiercely around it while she succeeded in milking herself. The first jolt of cum splashed straight against Melinoë’s forehead and made her flinch from the impact, and the subsequent ones that splattered over her face chased it perfectly in the task of coating the blonde. Her eyes were shut tight as she could feel warm, sticky spunk clinging to her eyelashes and pulling her eyelids closed, and she made a seal with her lips to avoid getting any bit of flavor past them. Her hands remained locked on her knees and she simply knelt there, resilient and obstinate, letting Nemesis paint her pretty features while giving her none of the satisfaction of responding.
Although judging by Nemesis’ grim chuckle, she still managed to find plenty of fun in what she was doing. She completely covered Melinoë’s face, shot a few streaks into her hair, and even managed to usher a bit of cum straight down the front of the woman’s shirt, ensuring that her modest breasts would be sticky and damp throughout the rest of her trip through the underworld. Once she was done, Nemesis calmly flicked her hand in the direction of Melinoë’s face to dismiss the excess cream, and then moved to her codpiece once more to cover herself back up again.
“Hmph. A deal’s a deal.” If there was one benefit to Nemesis it was that she was categorically incapable of breaking a promise, and as such the promised Centaur Heart fell at Melinoë’s knees a few seconds later, fresh for her to claim and emperor her own stamina for the long road ahead. After delivering her payment, the brooding, towering woman turned on a heel and made her way to the next door leading deeper into Oceanus - not even bothering to look back at Melinoë as she did, content that the matter was settled. “See you back at the Crossroads. Not a word of this to the Headmistress.”
Melinoë didn’t even open her eyes by the time Nemesis vanished, and even then it took her a few seconds. She thought about scooping up some of the waters of Oceanus to clean her face, but she’d seen far too many monstrosities that made their home in the brine to think it was clean enough for such an endeavor. With that in mind, she simply sighed, pulled out the Silken Sash she’d been travelling with, and brought it up to her face. A long few seconds of wiping away a layer of dense, sticky cum followed after which Melinoë still didn’t feel clean, but at least she could open an eye and gaze down at the mess now resting on the face of the fancy garment.
“...sorry, Arachne.” Melinoë sighed, tucked the sash away, and reached for the Centaur Heart. “But I have to keep going.”
She just wasn’t sure how far she’d make it on wobbly knees.
***
Needless to say, she didn’t make it far that night, and it was a few days later that Melinoë’s adventure finally got her past the point where Nemesis had given her a cumblasted debilitation that left her feeling too awkward to endure. She’d bested the Headmistress, conquered Scylla, and was in the long, tragic spanse that was the Fields of Mourning, under the watchful gaze of the true wretches of the underworld. So far? She’d been making great progress. The gods were smiling on her that day with the best boons she could hope for, until she moved to the next area of the fields only to once more run into who was regularly becoming her nem--
Oh. She was starting to get the name.
“Princess.” Nemesis was standing amidst the ether, staticy smell that came with recently dispatched shades and beasts - the clinging aroma that suggested she’d already taken the liberty of clearing the road ahead. True to form, she didn’t waste any time upon seeing Melinoë, and once more held up a satchel of gold, tossing it casually up in the air so Melinoë could hear the weight of it as it landed back in her palm. “Got a challenge for you. If you can make me flinch, this gold is yours. But if you can’t, then I’ll take your throat.”
“So, to the death, is it? Or as close as we can expect to get.” Melinoë hissed as her blades flashed within her grasp, and she immediately dashed forward. Already they were slicing through the air en route to Nemesis, fueled by a deep resentment that was finally free to bubble to the surface. “Oh, I’ve waited for this!”
The subsequent battle wasn’t much of one. Nemesis simply stood there, unblinking, while the Sister Blades struck her armor without a scratch. Like the claws of a cat across a rockface, no matter how much of herself Melinoë put into her strikes the towering woman remained unyielding. She was given a full ten seconds to launch her assault before it became all too clear that she’d failed yet again, at which point she dropped the Sister Blades to her hips and gave an angry, frustrated grunt.
“F-Fine! Do it, then!” Melinoë barked out, ready for a blow from Nemesis’ sword. “Return to shadow n--”
“I didn’t say it was to the death.” Nemesis interrupted her, partly by speaking up, but moreover by reaching out and grasping the girl by the shoulder, only to immediately wrench her down to her knees. “I said I’ll take your throat.”
The Sister Blades completely fell to the floor during what happened next, with Melinoë’s eyes going wide just before a panicked cry fell from her mouth - split-seconds before it was stuffed with the enormous girth of Nemesis’ giant cock. The taste of her old rival filled her senses as Nemesis carelessly jammed herself down, pushing until her head bulged Melinoë’s throat from within, and the blonde was left with her nose buried against the armor covering her belly. With one powerful hand holding onto the back of Melinoë’s head and the other clutching the hilt of her sword as it pointed to the soil of the Fields of Mourning below, Nemesis was every bit the absolute conqueror in that moment, looking like a glorious, dark hero that was meant to be fawned over and worshipped by the slutty, depraved chattel of her lessers.
And in that moment, Melinoë couldn’t rightfully deny that description included her.
The blonde braced her hands against the armor covering Nemesis’ thighs, though she knew she didn’t have enough strength in her body to hold on against what was happening. Each thrust from the larger woman pushed her further than she knew she could be pushed, with her gullet stretching around a massive cock that seemed absolutely intent on scrubbing her throat with its flavor. Nemesis herself remained predictably calm and stone-faced, glaring down at Melinoë with a flat expression, refusing to give her so much as a smirk to suggest that she was enjoying the service she’d won from her. The longer it went on, the more Melinoë’s voice squeaked out into the open air through a series of desperate and depraved gagging sounds, but even more damning for the smaller woman was the fact that despite every bit of resentment she had for Nemesis in that moment…she liked it.
She hated herself for it, of course, but she couldn’t deny the way it set her on fire. Her thighs actively twitched as she was forced to suck Nemesis down to the base, and it wasn’t long before one of her hands slid helplessly, pathetically from the warrior’s armor so she could tuck a hand underneath her skirt. There she found herself petting those same folds that Nemesis demanded a glimpse of when all this madness started, smoothing her fingers back and forth, stoking a fire that was surging harder and hotter inside of her with every inch she was forced to take down her throat.
Naturally, Nemesis existed purely to taunt and tease her, and as such the bitch found her climax before Melinoë was actually able to pleasure herself to the brink. It was with a sudden grunt and zero other warning at all that her peak struck her, and when it did, she made sure it was as intense and violating for Melinoë as she could. That hand on the back of the blonde’s head was like iron as she held her in place, forcing Melinoë’s nose against her armor as her cock throbbed and tensed, with such a pressure rushing through it that Melinoë could feel the cum surge through it by virtue of how tightly it was holding down her tongue. When it finally arrived it was delivered in a suffocating burst of white that left Melinoë coughing and sputtering around a mouthful of meat and cream, groaning in a messy, sloppy state and letting her voice join that of the lost shades in the Mourning Fields. By the time Nemesis finally allowed her to remove the dick from her mouth, Melinoë was little more than a coughing and choking mess - doubled over onto her hands and knees, whimpering, shivering, drooling cum and trying to wrap her head around the excitement that clung to her.
“Gah…G-Gods…you…you’re such a brute! You--” She paused in her ranting as another coughing fit struck her, with Nemesis’ sticky, smooth cream clinging to the sides of her throat and constantly slithering down. “--h-how dare you just…just do that right here! There’s so many beast abou--”
When Melinoë looked up to continue admonishing her, she found that Nemesis was nowhere to be seen. She’d got what she wanted and jumped away once more, leaving nothing else but a cum-sputtering Melinoë in her wake, and the sight of a few approaching creatures. Lost souls transformed into foul abominations by virtue of their crimes in mortal life, they now set their eyes on what they perceived to be a helpless daughter of Hades, advancing while she was on her hands and knees with both a drooling mouth and a drooling pussy.
Unfortunately for them, Melinoë had never been more ready to fight, now that the anger over being abandoned by the bitch that facefucked was setting in.
“Oh, you’ve chosen the worst time to bother me.” She hissed, pursed her lips to spit out a mouthful of spunk, and snatched up the Sister blades as she dashed ahead. “I’m sure you won’t hold up anywhere near as indomitably!”
Maybe if she fought hard and violently enough, she could push aside the aching between her thighs.
***
The next three days were much like normal, with Nemesis casting predatory looks at Melinoë at the Crossroads, but the two women failing to meet each other when they set out on their respective tasks. The daughter of Hades had been making more and more progress by that point and even managed to finally breach the boundary of her father’s halls, a proud landmark moment that brought her ever-closer to Chronos. She was feeling particularly good about her current run, even more so than the last that led to her choking on Nemesis’ cock, and had just finished choosing a fresh keepsake and drinking from the fountain as she descended.
“This is it.” She told herself, hopeful, enthusiastic, but cautious. “This is the day death will find him.”
She was, predictably, fairly exasperated when she took one floor down only to find Nemesis waiting for her again. Having breached the halls, the warrior stood with her arms across her chest and her eyes locked on Melinoë, staring at her, studying her, judging her for the condition in which she’d arrived at that level. As soon as her eyes fell on Melinoë the blonde could feel a sudden spark of raw excitement fill her, and though she tried to push it down it was reinforced through days of yearning and memories that had carried with her throughout the past few weeks. The taste of Nemesis’ cock. The way her cum felt slathering her throat. The looming, bullying way in which she handled her. The goosebumps that now danced across Melinoë’s arms and thighs were proof of what the brute did to her, no matter how much they resented each other or how fiercely they fought. And now, standing a few feet away staring at one another, Melinoë knew this was just another step.
“...”
“...”
There were no words. No deals to be made. No items to be exchanged, and not even any abominations to dispatch. This time the two simply stared at each other, and within a few seconds Melinoë was on her back, her thighs lifted and her feet hooked around the small of Nemesis’ back, clinging to her as she took every inch of that massive, glorious cock into her soaked, witchly pussy.
It was downright impressive how quickly she folded that night, offering little resistance as Nemesis came for her. The bits of her armor that were flung away were the only clothing removed between the pair as they crashed together, with Melinoë’s dress being simply pulled up around her hips to expose that smooth pussy Nemesis so desperately coveted. Now, it was stretched taut around her girth as she plowed into the smaller woman from above, one hand holding Melinoë’s chest flat to the floor as the other braced against the far wall, holding herself steady as she hammered with obliterating, powerful strikes. Melinoë’s lower half was slightly elevated, clinging as she was to Nemesis’ hips, and the entire experience gave her the perfect, looming sight of Nemesis with only the brief bulging of her own belly blocking her view. One of her hands pulled into Nemesis’ hair as the other held onto her shoulder for dear life, and when the larger woman closed the distance to force a kiss on Melinoë’s mouth, she didn’t even attempt to resist. Her tongue was wrestled, dominated, conquered just like the rest of her, and she was left breathing heavy into Nemesis’ mouth as the larger woman hissed with a growing hunger.
“This is it, you little cocksleeve.” She purred with a possessive glee, and started to slam down faster and faster. Though Melinoë had at that point managed to hold back her moans, she finally started to offer a few sharp squeaks - enough that drew the attention of a few looming shades. It wouldn’t be long before the abominations would gather, and Nemesis pivoted her palm from the wall to the hilt of her blade, clearly prepared to send them back to the shadows even while she drilled her submissive breeding bitch. “This is the moment you get knocked up with a daughter of the night. The Fates are nowhere to be seen, so from now on? What happens to you is my choice. Doesn’t that sound good?”
Melinoë, despite every bit of pride inside of her, couldn’t find any in that moment. Instead of lambasting her for her dominant tone or sharply reminding Nemesis to know her place, Melinoë simply clung to her sweat-licked frame, drank in her scent, and moaned as the shades started to gather more densely.
“Y-Yes! Yes, all for you! A-Anything you want, just so long as you keep…G-Gods! T-These pleasures have been denied to me for so long, I…I only want this from now on!” She rambled like that for a bit more, delirious and with her head utterly spinning, lost in the moment. She was a woman that had been raised with a singular purpose that was etched in death and vengeance, but this? It was a bliss she didn’t even know she was capable of, and was already addicted to. “H-Harder, Nem! I want…everything you’ve got to give me!”
The towering woman smirked, rewarded Melinoë for her honesty by forcing another kiss on her mouth, and started to slam down all the harder. It was easily enough to push Melinoë into an orgasm, her pleasure erupting from her with all of the force and authority that one might expect upon the body of a repressed young goddess. Her juices flowed like nectar, her eyes rolled back as if struck by one of Zeus’ bolts, and she could feel herself in that moment grasped in the bounty of Aphrodite - immediately and irrevocably becoming her most loyal worshipper simply by virtue of how good she felt in that moment. But when she could hear Nemesis start to grunt with her own peak drawing closer, it was decidedly not the voice of the goddess of love that filled her mind, but someone else entirely.
A memory of the Headmistress, who always advised her towards focusing on the goal. Being bred by Nemesis would hurt her task. Her father’s realm would remain imprisoned! The Fates would remain lost! The people of the Crossroads would continue to hide in dangerous shadows! So much was riding on Melinoë, and she couldn’t fulfill her duties if she was the mother of Nemesis’ offspring!
“Return to shadow, now!” The words erupted from her lips suddenly and without any warning, just as the magic of her order coalesced around her and suddenly stripped her from the depths of the underworld. In a panicked moment of realization she vanished, and in doing so stole that lovely, snug grip she had around Nemesis’ cock. At first, the massive woman was left confused as she found her next thrust fucking her down into the golden floors of Hades’ realm, forced to grip onto her blade’s hilt so she didn’t completely tumble forward in embarassing failure.
“Haaaahn…hnnnng…f…fuck…” Instantly, she was put on edge, sweat clinging to every perfect muscle, her head spinning as she pieced together what happened. Her poor cock was desperately close to release, a mere few thrusts away, and now it was pathetically leaking dense precum from the tip with what seemed like a slow-running river. Her chest rose and fell and in that furious moment Nemesis was more like a cornered, rabid beast, clenching her teeth and looking around with vicious, violent eyes, rage fueling her in that moment of tremendous frustration. She’d been so close. And now? Now there was nothing but gold and abominations in the halls of Hades.
When the first abomination drew within a few feet of her, she turned to face it with a look that would’ve made the Titans doubt themselves. Clenched teeth, bloodshot eyes, and a duo boon of Aphrodite and Ares roaring within her, Nemesis roared to her feet with her blade swinging in a massive, violent arc.
Melinoë would get punished. Nemesis always delivered deserved justice.
But for now? The fury with which the naked warrior would tear through the underworld was of a sort that would’ve made all but the most iron-stomached gods wince.
Eris would’ve loved it.
The End.