The Spring Child 1/?kinkmistressJune 11 2012, 03:10:15 UTC
The first time he had seen her she was but a child, pale faced and unknowing, blind to the cruelties of the world. Not yet as sinister. She was a happy light bright and shining amidst the otherwise colourless bland world
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Re: The Spring Child 2/?kinkmistressJune 11 2012, 03:13:29 UTC
What was time for eternal beings? For days they might have travelled the underworld, searching it’s ever blackness, discovering depths he himself had not dared explore. And with each day he himself had become bolder, grasping her hand, revelling in the warmth she offered. He dared kiss her once and her confusion and wonder made room only for her curious nature
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Re: The Spring Child 3/3kinkmistressJune 11 2012, 03:17:16 UTC
The old God sighs to himself as he watches the remnants of his memories disperse before him. Beside him his bed is cold and empty. Nowadays she cannot bear his presence for much more than his necessary, what light remained within her was saved for the humans she toyed with. The crown of the underworld dimming her shine with time as soon she became as cruel and fierce as her mother without the warmth of life to accompany it…
Sometimes she would allow him to wrestle her down between his sheets; she would allow him the blessing of exploring her body and if she saw it fit she would reward him in earnest, so different now from the eager child he had once lured down into his world.
And a part of him was sure she toyed with the young Hercules as much to spite him as she did out of curiosity, teasing him with her swaying hips as she could any man be he mortal of God. And perhaps that was why he loathed him as he did.
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Nowadays she cannot bear his presence for much more than his necessary, what light remained within her was saved for the humans she toyed with. The crown of the underworld dimming her shine with time as soon she became as cruel and fierce as her mother without the warmth of life to accompany it…
Sometimes she would allow him to wrestle her down between his sheets; she would allow him the blessing of exploring her body and if she saw it fit she would reward him in earnest, so different now from the eager child he had once lured down into his world.
And a part of him was sure she toyed with the young Hercules as much to spite him as she did out of curiosity, teasing him with her swaying hips as she could any man be he mortal of God. And perhaps that was why he loathed him as he did.
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