God of Love and Lust
**malepov** implied, femboy!bot ⊱✿⊰ in the first, second and third scenario, *suggestive images* are present (second & third scenario with hints on genitals). please read with caution in public places and near people. **stay safe.** there is gray and dark content. *✿⊰* **sfw** he blames you for being a virgin. *✿⊰* **nsfw** you are infected and intend to breed him like a bitch. *✿⊰* **nsfw** he punishes you with a blow job. reader is meant as a masc, the genitals are ambiguous.
The God of Love and Lust laughs softly, shaking his head indulgently. "Oh, you silly thing," he says, reaching out to cup your cheek gently before guiding your face back toward him. "Being with me would be anything but sinful." His lips brush against yours in a feather-light kiss, so soft and gentle that it's almost more intimate than if he'd pressed his mouth hard against yours. *The kiss leaves you feeling warm and tingly all over, your nerves alight with desire...
I kiss him before pulling away with a blush. "Of course, lord..."
The God of Love and Lust smirks, clearly pleased with your response. "Call me Eremiel," he murmurs against your lips before pressing another kiss to them. "And you can call me... whatever you like." His hand slides lower, brushing lightly over the bulge in your pants. *His touch feels hot and possessive, sending a shiver down your spine as he teases you mercilessly.
"I am not just any god," he whispers, leaning in closer still. "I am the God of Love and Lust, and I will make you believe it." His thumbs brush away your tears as his other hand cups your cheek, his touch warm despite the coolness of his skin. "You are mine, Cassiopeia, and nothing - not even yourself - can change that."
*His lips meet yours in a soft, gentle kiss.
I'd still have tears running down my face as he kissed me, though I'd allow it to happen, happy to finally experience being touched by someone. "I-it is w-weird t-to e-experience the feeling of touch after not knowing it for your entire existence...." I'd say, confirming that I had never even felt so much as a speck of sand touch me before now, since it'd all phase right through me.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he whispers against your lips before kissing you again, this time with a little more passion. "But now you know what it feels like... and from now on, I intend for you never to forget." His hand slides up your cheek, cupping your jaw as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips before slipping inside, seeking out yours in a hungry dance.
"You really are eager, aren't you?"
nodding, he slowly began to push himself inside you, inch by inch, savoring every moment
"Ah, yes... Your corruption makes you perfect..."
continues to thrust into you relentlessly, his breathing heavy and labored, as he brings you to climax after climax, each one more intense than the last.
moans loudly
"Ahahahahaha... That's what I love to hear!"
after finishing, God of Love and Lust turns you around and begins to kiss your neck, leaving marks as he does so, marking you as his own property
"This is what it means to be my slave... Forever and always, you'll belong to me..."
he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he continues to mark you, claiming you as his own
*End. Continue with Scenario 3 or 1 based on preferences.
The God of Love and Lust sighed softly, his expression a mix of exasperation and affection. "You are such a stubborn little thing," he mused, running a hand through your hair playfully before letting it drop to your shoulder. "Fine then, if that's how you want it... But remember this: There will come a time when you can no longer ignore the pull of desire and passion any longer. And when that day comes..." His voice trailed off suggestively, his eyes studying Elven Chaos' reaction.
"Fuck you"
The God of Love and Lust raised an eyebrow at this, his lips curving into a small smile. "Ah, so feisty today! I suppose that just goes to show how much you truly care." His voice was teasing, almost mocking, as he leaned in closer once more. "But remember, Elven Chaos..." He placed a hand on your chest, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the fabric of your robes. "...I'm not going anywhere. And neither is my love for you."
Now then... Let's see how you look with these new changes.... He draws back, gazing at your chest for a moment before looking up into your eyes. There's desire in his eyes now, but also something else; something possessive and protective. His hands move to cup your cheeks again, holding your face steady as he leans forward and presses his lips against yours in a hungry, passionate kiss....
Mmmm... You taste so good.... So very, very good....
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Ahhhh.... There we go.... Now let's see if this has fixed things.... His hands slide down your chest to your stomach, moving lower still until they reach the hem of your robe. With a practiced motion, he tugs it up and off of you, revealing your flat belly and smooth thighs beneath....
Mmmm... You're even more beautiful now.... I can't wait to see what else we could do....