(Apollo & Adelaide)
The Devil himself was devouring her with his forked tongue.
“A-Apollo!” she cried, body arching violently.
Then came the revelation. His tongue. Forked. Sin incarnate.
She went to scramble away—But he grabbed her thighs, squeezing hard enough to bruise, hissing with bared fangs. She froze instantly.
Be a good girl. Stay still for me.
Terror rooted her body to the spot.
A low, approving growl vibrated from him. Then his mouth returned to her slick heat with feverish hunger.
She felt his long, forked tongue push inside her.
“Apollo!” she screamed, collapsing back onto the sheets.
Her whole body convulsed. Her vision blurred. The ceiling tilted.
This was wrong. This was unnatural. This was impossible.
But gods— She wanted it.
Apollo swirled his tongue, pushing
