STAKING A CLAIM - CIRCA 820 AD

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Within a tangle of arms and legs and lips and tongues, The Darkness swarmed over Night, grappling with her small form, filling her soft open body with himself, pushing, shoving, leaving trails of blood and purple in the shape of his large fingers and the hum of his voice on the frightened air.

"You. Should never. Torment me

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A sharp cry came from Night's throat as Darkness shoved into her.

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He had let that Other One - the bovine Briton that made pies and kept house and dared sing him songs - only Nyx should sing him songs, ever - go. He had let her go to find some happiness, to find some mortal bull to keep her company until she withered and grew ugly uglier and died. Nyx had long since abandoned Govinda, taking some time with the children, seeing to her duties, and doing her best to ignore the ravenous, insatiable jealousy that ate away at her sense of well-being and contentment

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His arm came down hard over her hips, holding her fast. The other arm came down over her shoulders, pinning her more firmly, more securely than before. There would be none of her demanding movements, none of her sneaking. She was not in control. Not now. Not after everything she did

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It was an unfortunate fact that Nyx was no match for Erebos' physical strength. She moaned as his arms pinned her to the carpet, her head thrashing back and forth, her heels digging into the floor as she tried to push up with all her might to no avail

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Her silent words turned everthing inside him to acid. He immediately withdrew from those walls she so stubbornly held. His mind closed to her. His body stilled over hers. Heavy. Desparing. She could not hear the unspoken scream he let out, but his body hummed with the tension of it