VORMERE ( THE SON OF GOD AND GODDESSES) ENGLISH VERSIONUpdated at Feb 13, 2025, 09:50
**The Son of the Gods** I saw him suddenly appear at the window. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed on him. His eyes, a mesmerizing shade of blue like the sky, drew me in deeper. But this time, they seemed to burn red. As he moved closer, he began to rise in the air—his feet never touching the ground, yet his power was undeniable. With every step he took, everything in his path succumbed to his might. No one could oppose him—no weakness, no fear. People had no idea where he truly came from. *Who are you, really?* My entire room lit up as he neared. He was like a celestial being from the moon, bringing with him a brilliance that chased away the shadows. When our eyes met, I saw the blank expression on his face, but I felt the fury simmering beneath it, ready to consume me. He touched my cheek, and my eyes instinctively closed. His hand was warm—searing, almost—and that heat carried the weight of his anger. Those hands, which once felt like petals—gentle and light—were now fierce and filled with rage. I could feel the intensity of his emotions, and I knew no human could ever hope to challenge someone like him. He was the son of the most powerful being of all—*Veyeor*, the creator of gods and goddesses, the giver of life to humanity, the architect of the world. Before his hands could fully settle on me, I felt the absence of my clothes. It was as if I were a naked statue before him. In less than a second, he had toyed with my garments and stripped them away. “Are you used to provoking me?” he asked, his voice carrying a mix of mockery and menace. I shook my head, knowing full well that he tormented me daily. From the moment I met him, this had always been our story. “Do you enjoy angering me?” he pressed again. I shook my head once more. I knew he could read my thoughts, leaving me with nothing to hide. A wicked smile crossed his face, and before I realized it, I was lying on the bed. My hands, now bound by glowing metal, felt the weight of his power. That smile—so sinister, so godlike—sent a shiver through me. I swallowed hard as he slowly climbed on top of me. I couldn’t resist him; every move he made was under the control of his overwhelming strength. With a flick of his fingers, a black cloth descended, covering my eyes. “D-did I do something wrong?” I asked myself as I closed my eyes beneath the blindfold. All I could see was darkness, not even a sliver of light escaping the fabric. I felt the air swirl, objects around me shattering, and I knew it was all his doing. When he touched me again, his heat enveloped me, his body caging me in completely. His kisses trailed downward—from my lips to my neck—and with every touch of his lips, a strange thrill coursed through me. Our bodies were bare, stripped of any pretense, leaving only raw truth and desire between us. His hands moved to my chest, and each glide of his tongue sent waves of heat crashing over me. “Vormere,” I whispered, trying to match my breath to the rhythm of his movements. Amid the fear and uncertainty, there was one undeniable truth—I could not resist the son of the gods. His power, his pull, was impossible to fight. And I knew he would punish me—a punishment only he could deliver.