The Consort

Homebound

The suitcase full of my belongings was placed on top of the bed. This would be the last night I would spend within Mount Olympus before moving into the home of my husband. The Underworld. Even now, after three days of being wed the thought of the God of the Underworld being my husband made a giggle escape my lips.

A gentle knock on the door stirred me. Quickly I covered myself with the white satin bathrobe before pulling open the door to reveal Thanatos. He looked as if sleep had eluded him for many nights, the light I had once found so fascinating had dimmed to a dull glow. He seemed surprised to see me despite it being my room, the edges of his lips curving into a smile that set my veins on fire. 

“May I come in?” The sound of his voice startled me, the silky softness of it reminded me of my trials. I nodded, unable to trust my voice with forming a coherent sentence. Thanatos smiled, stepping into the room, his presence overwhelming the small space. 

I made to tidy up, straightening my notepad and pens, though everything was already neat and tidy. He watched bemused until the nervous energy was spent. As I finally stilled, Thanatos stepped towards me, before his eyes drifted to my hands - specifically to the blazingly obvious black gem shining on my ring finger. A hot breath escaped him, I felt the wariness inside, the absolute knowledge that I had accepted the proposal, that I had been lost to him. 

Hiding my hands behind my back, the front of my robe popped open slightly, and his eyes dwindled downwards lazily. “I wanted to tell you first, before you had to hear it from him.” His eyes did not leave my chest as he took a tentative step forward, a very gentle hand gripping at the tie. 

“Tell me what?” I whispered, my blood pounding in my ears as he worked to untie the robe. 

“I have accepted the position of God of Death. You will not be travelling to the underworld alone.” The tie finally fell lose, Thanatos’ hands working their way up my shoulders to push the robe off my body. 

I gasped as his lips met mine in a fierce and passionate kiss before they searched downwards, reaching the exact spot his teeth had met my neck during my trials. His hand strayed across my breasts, the sensation sending a tingle to greet the other hand that had made its way further down. He teased me, his tongue lapping at my neck while his fingers gently moved back and forth until with a gasp I gripped his shirt, pulling him to me fiercely. 

The first second of pain was nothing compared to the pleasure of allowing his teeth to sink into my neck. His hand strayed from my breast to my bottom, gripping my leg tightly and hitching it around his waist, pressing me against him until the hardness was obvious. His hands quickly dislodged his pants and boxers, the articles dropping to his ankles easily as he positioned himself, pushing me against the wall of my bedroom. I moaned as he thrusted upwards, the girth far wider than that of my husband. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer and deeper until the fullness astounded me. 

Thanatos thrusted wildly, switching between hard and fast and slow, tentative, teasing moments. He trapped my n*****s between thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling as I moaned into his ear my orgasm coming on much faster than I had anticipated. Thanatos dislodged himself from my neck, his tongue cleaning the wound as he grunted, panting hard. Faster still his thrusts became until I was begging for release. In a moment of pure and utter lust Thanatos dove back at my neck, the need for blood and lust taking over his sane mind as his body drove mine far past the brink, his own orgasm occurring only moments later.

As I cried out a lightness filled my veins, and everything changed. I could feel a presence in the back of my mind, and if I followed the link I found myself peering into the mind of the man panting in front of me. His eyes locked onto mine as the realisation hit us both, his tongue danced across the fang marks on my neck, the marks healing in an instant, but the bond remained. 

“You are mine, as I am yours.” He spoke the traditional words, creating a blood bond that would sustain us through eternity before he carefully slipped from my embrace.